Mercy: Second Chance Military Romance (59 page)

“You miss me, did you?” she asked, pressing her body against mine.

“I did,” I admitted. “A lot.”

“I’m here now.”

“You are here.”

Instead of opening up and telling her the whole truth about my growing gambling debt, I bent my head and kissed her like it was the last time I would be able to lock lips with anyone. She wrapped her arms around my waist, holding me tight as our tongues swirled around blissfully.

I would tell her everything after I won the next bet. Living with her a few months, I’d have time to get back on my feet financially. I felt her hand on my crotch, squeezing my dick through my jeans.

“Last fuck in this house, we better make it a good one,” she said then resumed kissing me.

I picked her up and carried her into the kitchen. She took off her coat while I did the same. The rest of our clothes melted away like a yard full of snow on a sunny, warm day. Her hot, fit body captivated me.

Unable to wait or move to another room, I picked her up and set her on the marble countertop of the main island in the kitchen. She spread her legs as I stood in between them.

Her fingers ran through my hair as I kissed her breasts, teasing one nipple first then the other. She pushed my head lower. I knew what she wanted. It was the same thing I desired. Bending down, I spread her legs further apart before licking to the left and right of her pussy.

She squirmed on the marble as I teased her, wanting to enjoy every inch of her sex. When she wrapped her legs around my neck, I got the hint and licked her from bottom to top then back again.

Her moans filled the air like a song I’d never heard before. I put my left index finger in my mouth briefly before pushing it into her tight, wet hole. She moaned louder, arching her back.

I slipped the finger all the way in then resumed licking and kissing every inch, each fold of her vital sexual organ. The smell of sex filled my nostrils, causing Ugly Anthony to stir between my legs.

Pushing thoughts of my own pleasure aside for the moment, I concentrated on her pussy, using my many years of experience to play her like a fine-tuned instrument.

I added a second digit to the mix, sliding both of them in and out as I continued to poke and prod her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Her moans increased in volume.

The beautiful pink flesh looked so inviting. I wanted to stuff it with my cock, fuck it so hard, but I held back, determined to make her scream with my fingers and mouth.

Her body let me know she was close as juices ran down my chin. I didn’t care, totally entranced by her pussy, the way it reacted to my gentle caresses.

“Faster,” she said, her breaths coming quickly.

After taking out my fingers, I traced the entire damn alphabet twice with my tongue against her swollen, plump lips. So pink.
Come for me
, I thought, alternating between slow and firm to fast and soft.

“Tony,” she cried, pressing my face against her wet pussy.

I reinserted two fingers, wiggling them like snakes as I pushed them deep inside her tight, wet pussy hole. She cried out, piercing the stillness of the empty house as she came.

As her body shook, I pulled my fingers out, kissing her clitoris lightly. She scooted back and pushed my head away. I stared up at her, loving the look of ecstasy on her face as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Wow,” she said. “That was…How did you…”

I grinned as I stood up, holding my cock in my left hand. She moaned again as I rubbed the condom covered tip up and down her juicy slit, paying close attention to the clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she said.

With my hands on the counter beside her, I pushed my rock hard cock all the way inside her. So deep and tight, a magical place, the best I’d ever had before.

She looked into my eyes, a familiar look of hunger and lust as I penetrated her repeatedly, thrusting harder each time. I kissed her shoulder then her mouth.

Our bodies rocked and rolled together like they had been in a band for more than thirty years. She anticipated my every move, somehow enhancing the pleasure.

Her tight pussy clenched my cock tightly as her body shook with an intense orgasm. I continued pounding in and out of her, so close to coming myself.

“Yes,” she cried out.

I thrust into her pussy so wet as it gripped my condom covered shaft.

“Come for me, baby.”

The sound of her voice pushed me over the edge to orgasm-land. My mind cascaded down from the heavens slowly as intense pleasure shot through my body, centered on my cock.

As I filled the condom with my wet, warm seed, I kissed her on the lips.
How can she make me feel this way?
All the stress and problems in my life came rushing back, but I was able to push it all aside as I stayed deep inside her, never wanting to leave.

She wrapped her arms around me, holding tight as we kissed just as passionately as when we had started. Slowly, I pulled out and stripped off the condom.

“Damn,” I said. “It just keeps getting better.”
“Right?” She laughed. “I need something to drink.”

“Water?”

“Yeah.”

I walked over to the refrigerator, nearly empty, and removed a bottle of water for us to share. After tossing the condom in the trash with my other hand, I handed her the drink.

She took off the cap and lifted the clear, plastic bottle, swallowing the water down. I placed my hand on her back, rubbing it gently. I loved her smooth, silky skin so much.

“I’m going to miss this kitchen,” she said while handing the bottle to me.

I nodded my head then took a long drink. She hopped down and grasped my cock in her hand.

“We’re not done yet.”

“That’s what I like to hear, roommate.”

“Oh, we’re much more than roommates. A roommate would never do what I’m about to do to you?”

“Yeah?”

She nodded slowly.

“Yeah. Let’s go bid your bedroom goodbye with a blowjob.”

“You know how to cheer a man up.”

We made our way through several rooms of the house that night. By our third orgasm each, we were both beat. I laid next to her on my bed after a shower. Her head was resting on my chest with my arm around her back.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked.

She yawned. “About us?”

“Moving in together is a big step.”

“I think we’re ready.”

I yawned.

“Stop that,” she said then giggled.

“You know what I’m going to miss the most about this house?”

“What?”

“Spending tonight with you.”

“Aww, you’re such a romantic.”

“Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to protect.”

“Yeah, especially if you’re going to be looking for a job.”

“Yeah…”

I let my voice drift off. Before I could bring up my gambling debt or plan to get out of it, we both fell asleep, exhaustion finally catching up with us.

My dreams, while great, didn’t compare to the reality I’d shared with Andrea. Thanksgiving with her would be wonderful. We spent the holiday weekend alone at her house, making love at least twice a day. It was the happiest weekend of my life.

TWENTY-FIVE

Andrea

One Week Later

Why did I let him move in with me?
The thought hit me as I stared at his dirty, disgusting clothes spread out over the floor. He snored next to me in my queen sized bed, blissfully unaware. I crawled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.

His razors, shaving cream, after shave, cologne and other crap were all over. Why does he even have all this stuff? Then I remembered – he was always well groomed and smelled great. After taking care of business and washing my hands, I went to the kitchen to make coffee.

Dishes from the night before were piled in the sink even though he had sworn he would take care of them. I took a deep breath, trying to relax. If I didn’t approach him carefully, he might blow up. He hadn’t lost his temper in a week, but I didn’t want to set him off.

Why did I invite him to move in with me so soon? Even though he had lost his job on the team, he surely had a lot of money left over. We had sold almost all of the belongings in his house during the last week. Maybe I should ask him to move out? I wondered.

“Hey, baby,” he said as he walked into the kitchen.

I stood up from where I’d been leaning on the counter by the sink.

“Hey, Tony…”

He stopped in front of me, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.

“Uh oh. I know that tone.”

I smiled and put my arms around his waist.

“It’s not bad,” I said. “But we should talk now.”

“Can it wait until after I work out?”

“Really? You can’t take a minute now to talk about it before I go to work?”

“Here we go again,” he snorted as he pulled away. “You want me to pay rent or something? If I remember right, you’re the one who asked me to move in here.”

“I know, baby.” I stepped over and put my bands on his waist. “It’s been great, but you’re kind of a slob. It’s driving me nuts.”

He frowned, shaking his head.

“This is what you’re bothering me about right now?”

“I’m not bothering you. It’s called communication.”

I dropped my hands and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Sounds like nagging to me. Can I go work out now? Or do you need to yell at me about something else? I’m really stressed right now, and you’re not helping.”

“You’re stressed?” I laughed. “That’s a hoot. You don’t work or do anything but sit around here all day messing the place up.”

“Oh, I’m messing the place up, am I?”

“Yeah, you are, and I’m sick of it.”

“Fine. I’m leaving.”

“Good,” I said.

After he stormed into the bedroom, I regretted my words. Why does love have to be so damn complicated? I caught him dressing, throwing on a pair of jeans and a white tee-shirt.

“Are you coming back?” I asked.

“Of course I’m coming back. Are you kicking me out or something?”

“No,” I said quietly. “It’s just…”

“Just what, Andrea? I’m beginning to think neither of us are in a good place for this right now. You spend all your time at work or talking to Kenneth about that damn book of yours.”

“Damn book of mine?”

He frowned and took a deep breath.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No? What did you mean?”

“I really need to go work out, okay? Coach might let me back on the team if I can prove I’m innocent.”

“Is football all you care about?”

“Of course not,” he said. “But I have to go.”

He walked around me and out the door. I turned to watch, feeling even more alone than before he had moved in with me. What the hell was up with that? Not wanting his actions to ruin my whole day, I ate a quick breakfast then headed to the Y for a few dives before work. They always helped clear my mind.

TWENTY-SIX

Andrea

I arrived at work twenty minutes late. For most bosses, this wouldn’t be a problem, but Scott was not ordinary by any stretch of the imagination. As soon as I sat down at my desk, the office phone rang. I glanced up and saw his name and title on the LCD display.

After taking a deep breath, I answered.

“This is Andrea. Denver Post Sports Department.”

“You know it’s me, don’t you?” Scott asked.

“Yes, sir, but you told me I have to always answer it that way or you would write me up.”

“Don’t get smart with me. Get over to my desk. Now.”

“If this is about me being late today, sir…”

“Get over here,” he repeated then hung up the phone.

I glanced across the newsroom at his desk in the corner. He peered over at me with a less than happy look on his face. While I didn’t need crap from him, especially on that morning, I got up and slowly meandered over to where he sat. My student loans wouldn’t pay themselves.

He had moved the monitor on his desk so the screen wasn’t visible to anyone walking up. I wondered briefly if I should confront him about the porn at work, but I shot it down quickly. I needed the job and couldn’t afford to rock the boat, especially since his uncle was the publisher.

“What’s up, boss?” I asked, trying to sound professional and friendly at the same time.

“Don’t patronize me,” he snarled. “I’ve heard rumors Tony Carlotti has a new woman. Do you know anything about it? She’s supposed to be a real whore.”