asoldiersreturn (asoldiersreturn) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-05-06 02:23:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | 10.07.11, bethany, bethany and vincent, vincent |
A soldier's return
who: Bethany and Vincent
what: First Face to Face
when: Friday Afternoon
where: AdFinity, DC Branch
warnings: Cute as FUCK and NSFW
Bethany stared at the clock on her computer, glaring at it. It was only 3:30 which meant she had an hour and a half left of work before the weekend. Sure, she was one of the bosses and could technically leave early if she wanted to, but it was a new office and she wanted to set a good example for her employees. She sure as shit didn't want the bastards slacking off more so than usual on a Friday. The DC Branch of AdFinity had gone off without a hitch and they definitely weren't going to have any problems financially even in this economy, but Bethany was ever the control freak and wanted everything run perfectly. So for the new hires hadn't quite figured that out and she had spent the last twenty minutes sending out strongly worded emails.
Now she was more dicking around, looking up the newest stuff in ghost hunting equipment. She knew if she spent 300 bucks on the new toy she wanted with the corporate credit card Zack was going to ream her out, but she was probably going to do it anyway.
Her eyes drifted to the picture on her desk and she quirked a smile. As much as she had moved here for Zack to get Lex back, she had had her own agenda a bit. For a few years she had been talking with a soldier in the army named Vincent. It had been a random thing to sign up on a dating site and find a soldier who was overseas, but Bethany had thought it could be fun and something nice to do to support the troops. She had gotten lucky finding Vincent. They had become great friends, talking as much as they could online, exchanging letters, Bethany even sending over care packages filled with snacks and new movies and shit so he wasn't totally out of the loop. She had to admit she liked the guy as more than a friend and he was from the DC area. He would be retiring soon and when it turned out Lex had moved to DC, Bethany had saw it as fate.
She reached out, touching the picture of Sergeant First Class Vincent Calhoun and letting out a longing sigh. Bethany was too much of a romantic. He was absolutely gorgeous and could have any girl he wanted. She would likely be the odd chubby friend. Damn her luck.
Twenty years of military service behind him and retirement spread forth was something that Vince Calhoun was going to have to get used to. No doubt it would take a while to do that, especially when he felt a little like he was relearning things all over again. He'd been back in town for a little over a day, getting back in the swing of things and getting errands taken care of once his mother had let him go. The woman was driving him insane with 'you have to come over for dinner every single night' and how much she'd missed him. He loved her, but that woman had a way of smothering a guy sometimes. How his father had handled it when he came back from war was beyond the younger Calhoun man.
The previous day was spent greeting family and getting things done like his mail going again and his electricity reinstated and other such typical things. Getting a cell phone turned on was the next thing because his mother would never let him go without one. It was, however, what he planned to do today that he'd been looking forward to the most.
Vince hadn't been exactly lucky in love at any point in his life. He'd had a few relationships in his teens and twenties that fizzled out quickly. Then about eight years before he'd met Holly and thought maybe things would change but after coming back from a deployment, she'd been caught in bed with another man and Vince thought he might never find anyone that wouldn't turn out to be a slut looking for a payday.
Now he was pushing forty and still didn't have a mate and his wolf side was growing restless. A few years prior to his homecoming, he'd met Bethany on a dating website and the two became fast friends over the internet and letters via snail mail and thanks to skype and things of the like, he thought he might have found the one. At least through the computer screen. But now he wanted to meet her, face to face and eye to eye. He knew the name of the business she helped run and so when he googled the place and got the address. Once he'd written it down, he headed to the nearest florist and picked up what he knew to be her favorite flowers, buying a bouquet of daisies for the woman.
The next stop on the list was AdFinity. He spoke with the receptionist who gave him the room number where Bethany would be. He took the elevator and found the room, lightly rapping on the door and once given the admittance into the room, he pushed the door open and entered. She was prettier in person than he'd thought she'd be and it felt a lot more like he was seeing an old friend than meeting a new one. Opening his mouth he wasn't really sure what to say and so the only words that came out from a wide smile were; "These are for you."
Bethany was still staring at the picture when someone knocked on the door of her office. She had said come in and waiting for whatever stupid yammering would come from the idiot who likely needed her to fix something wrong with his computer. She had no idea how people lived these days without knowing how to fix technology. It was then she heard the voice she had come to really love listening to. Her head snapped up and standing there was Vincent. "No fucking way." she said, looking down at the picture, then looking back up at him. "Ohmygod. It's you!" she said as she got up from her desk, practically tripping over herself. She was grinning like a complete idiot and when she finally got round her desk she did the only thing she could think of. Bethany threw her arms around him and hugged him. "You are a LOT bigger in real life." she said with a laugh, her heart hammering in her chest.
He couldn't help but grin at her as she nearly stumbled on her way to him, hugging him tightly and for the first time since he'd been home he really felt like he was home. He let his own arms slip around the woman and he chuckled a little at her last statement. "Guess I should take that as a compliment," he grinned. "You're a lot prettier in real life." But that went without saying. "Not that I didn't think you were pretty before, but," he shrugged as he reluctantly released her from his grasp and let his eyes wander over her face. "Only took two years to see you," he murmured. "It was worth the wait."
Bethany's cheeks went bright red as he mentioned she was a lot prettier in real life. Holy crap sticks he thought she was pretty. She could go die happily now. She smiled up at him as he pulled back to look at her face, her hands resting on his hips. His sexy hips. All of him was sexy really. "Well, thank you, for the flowers and your compliments." she said, unable to stop smiling. "You look....amazing." she said. "You said you weren't going to back for over another week." They had made plans to meet up for dinner when he was back and settled, but that wasn't for over a week and a half. Yes, she had been counting.
He felt amazing, especially now without the thousands of miles distance between them. "Retirement came up early and I wanted to surprise you so, mission accomplished. Hopefully you don't mind rescheduling dinner for tonight instead?" he questioned. He hadn't really had the foresight to think she might have had other plans and he hoped if she did that she'd cancel them but he wouldn't have been able to really blame her if she couldn't.
Right now she wanted to squeal like a teenage girl but she kept her composure. The only plans she had had were some sappy movies and ice cream because pathetically she had had no plans on a Friday night. "Dinner tonight sounds perfect." she said, the smile on her face unable to go away. "Honestly, I have nothing to do here for the rest of the day if you want to do something more extensive than dinner." she offered. Like sex. Lots of sex. No, she would not think those things. Bad Bethany.
He smiled, glad she didn't have any other plans and when she said they could do more than dinner his mind starting rolling through possibilities. "Well, how bout this," he said. "Instead of going out to dinner, how bout you come shopping for groceries with me and then I'll cook for you at my place?" he suggested. "Then we can eat and watch movies and I'll bring you home after, what do you say?"
"That sounds absolutely perfect." she said and finally stepped back from him. She did so only to grab her coat and purse and press the intercom for Zack's assistant. "Tell the Head Homo I'm skipping out early." she said, still enjoying how shocked his new assistant would get when she said things like that. She shut down her computer, grabbed her keys. "This way, then." she said, letting him out of her office and locking it up behind them. "One of these days I'll give you a proper tour of the office." she said, swearing she wouldn't point out all the places that were good spots for quickies.
Vince knew all about Zack and the strange relationship he and Bethany had. He didn't really mind, if anything he was glad she had a friend to keep an eye on her while he was otherwise tied up. He followed her out of the office and to the elevator and he pressed the button for the lobby. Once the elevator doors shut, he smiled over at her. "Feels weird, huh?" he asked her. "Being face to face instead of through the computer."
Vince was probably the only person who really understood Zack and Bethany. He had seen enough of their antics via skype and Bethany had confided a lot to Vince over the years. She smiled up at him and nodded. "Kinda, yea." she said, then reached out to touch his arm. "It's like, unreal I can actually touch you." And his muscles. God the man had a body on him!
"Yeah," he agreed, lifting his hand to cover hers against his arm. "I think that's the best part though. Computers are great, but sometimes you just want to reach out and touch someone and I've been wanting to touch you for way too long now." In more ways than one. "So, sweetheart, what sort of food do you like the best?" he asked her. Might as well figure out what they'd be making that evening.
Wow. The innuendo in that statement alone sent her mind reeling into all sorts of very very naughty places. Not to mention his hand on hers made heat creep through her body to settle in the spot between her legs. "I know how you feel." And then some. And of course, he went and called her sweetheart. She loved it when he called her that. It was even better hearing it from him when he was actually here. "You know me, I love all kinds of food." she said with a laugh. And it was true. "How about we do Italian?"
They were in an included box of a room and he could most certainly smell the effect he was having on her. He tried not to think about it, otherwise he likely would have shoved her against the nearest flat surface and had his way with her. Not that it would have been a bad thing if he had, but he wanted to at least show her a good time before he tried molesting her. "Italian sounds perfect," he agreed, trying hard not to focus on the innuendo in that statement being as he was half Italian himself and would gladly let her do that Italian. "Pick a dish, I'll make it for you."
"How about some Italian sausage sandwiches?" she suggested as the elevator dinged and the door opened. Ok, so she was being fucking terrible with the innuendo, but dammit, she couldn't help herself. He was the hottest thing she had ever had the pleasure of seeing and he had started it with saying how much he had been wanting to touch her. Bethany's mouth had never had much of a filter to begin with.
Oh, I'll give you some Italian sausage. he thought to himself, but he didn't say as much. "Works for me," he agreed as he led her out of the building and to his car. He pulled the door open and once she'd settled inside the vehicle, he made his way around and after a moment or two of seatbelts and the like, they were en route to the grocery store. "So, how are you liking D.C.?" he asked her.
"I have to say I'm liking it a lot better now." she said, looking over at him with a grin. "Other than being thrilled you're here, it's pretty awesome. The business is doing great, Zack and Lex seem to be patching things up so I really can't complain. I haven't been able to do a lot of the night life and what not, but from what I've heard this place can be pretty rocking." The only rocking Bethany wanted to be doing was some bed rocking at the moment. Damn this was going to be a long night.
"I haven't really been in the party scene for a while," he told her. But she was well aware of that. "Guess I'm getting lame in my old age," he teased, flashing her a smile. She was right though, D.C. could be pretty loud and ridiculous when it wanted to be or when you had the urge to find the right night spot. "Maybe I'll pull my dancing shoes out of retirement for you sometime."
Bethany laughed and shook her head. "Firstly, you are not old, nor are you lame." she told him, reaching over to pat his leg as he drove. "Secondly, you will be pulling your dancing shoes out of retirement at least once to go to this place Mercy I keep hearing about sometime." she told him.
"I'm pushing forty, sweetheart," he reminded her. "That's old." A lot older than her, damn near ten years older than her. She could pull out her dancing shoes every week and it'd be just fine. If he did it too much, he could do something stupid like throw out a hip. Okay, so maybe he wasn't that old, but Vince gave himself a hard time more often than most. "Alright, at least once," he promised.
"I'm going to be thirty in like, a month so if you're old, I'm heading right quick in that direction and I like to pretend I'm not so please, don't kill my fantasy." she said, giving him a smile. Bethany reached over and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "You'll live, I promise."
"My apologies," he grinned, squeezing her hand back in return. "But for the record, you're nowhere near old," he reminded her. "At least you've still got your good looks," he winked.
Alright, he kept going on about her looks. And the winking, that was hot. Bethany chuckled. "You obviously have no idea what you look like if you've think you've lost your looks in any way, Sergeant." she said with a grin.
That got a wide grin from Vince. "Well I haven't really had a lot of time to mirror watch," he reminded her. "I was in a place where you piss outdoors, freeze in the shade and melt in the sunshine." Hell was a good way to describe it, but he tried to make light of his past any time that he could. It wasn't easy to leave it behind but it wasn't easy to go into it either. Pulling into the parking lot of the grocery store, he parked the car and turned it off, pocketing his keys and heading round to open the door for his passenger.
Bethany smiled as he opened the door for her and took his hand to get out, though she didn't let go. "I'm going to have to buy you a mirror and show you just how much you still have your looks." she said with a grin. "Come on, then. Let's go grocery shopping...Which, by the way, I usually do online and get delivered so I have no idea where anything is in an actual grocery store."
He laughed a little at her having no clue where things were in a grocery store. "You can read the signs," he told her as they entered, grabbing a cart and pointing to said signs that hung at every aisle. "Usually if it's not listed, you can decipher where the item would be by what is listed. I've spent more time out of the country than in it in the last twenty years and even I know that," he teased.
"Sexy and brilliant. How will I ever be able to cope?" she said and shoved him playfully. The real reason Bethany did her shopping online was she generally hated the masses. Stupid people annoyed the living shit out of her and over the last ten years or so she was convinced the IQ of the whole country in general had fallen by a lot. She didn't go to malls, she didn't go to grocery stores. She could get everything she wanted on the internet so why bother dealing with morons?
In the meat section she picked up a package of sweet Italian sausage and a package of hot italian sausage. "Do we want hot sausage, sweet sausage, or both?" she asked, trying very hard to keep a straight face and pretty much failing.
Vince took the hot sausage and rolled his eyes at her, despite the smile on his face. "Keep talking like that and I'm going to think you want more than my company," he teased. It had been way too long for the man and her talking about wanting sausage, as horrible as it might have been to assume naughty things about that, made it difficult to think straight. Putting the sausage into the shopping cart,, he laughed and shook his head, pushing the buggy further down the aisle.
"You were the one going on about how pretty I am and wanting to touch me. You started it." she said with a smirk as she followed along. "But I will be a good girl and stop torturing you with thinly veiled penis jokes." Bethany thought she would be more nervous, but the more time she was with him, the more comfortable she felt. They knew so much about each other and even though this was the first time they had met face to face, it felt like it was just old friends getting together.
"You are pretty and I do want to touch you," he said simply. It was the truth, even if she might not believe it or want to believe it, whichever the case may have been. Vince thought she was gorgeous and had since that very first picture she'd sent him. "Who says you need to be a good girl?" he asked her. "It's not like we haven't known each other for ages," he reminded the woman. They may not have known each other in person for quite that long, but he didn't think it mattered so much, not when they'd gotten to know each other very well via the letters and emails and skype conversations.
Bethany laughed and slipped her arm into his. "I'm trying to be at least a little bit of a good girl. You do know my extreme lack of filt...." Speaking of extreme lack of filter. "Oh my god, what is that chick wearing?" she said, her mouth hanging open. "I mean, are those even shorts or are they underwear disguised as denim?" There was one upside to doing actual shopping: people watching. "What little ass she has is totally hanging out the bottom. This is Shop Rite, not a strip club." She looked up at him as she laughed. "Welcome back to America, darling."
He couldn't help but laugh at her when she talked about the denim wearing skank not far from where they were standing. "I like a little more meat on the bones of the girls that I get with," he commented. "And girls that don't have all their goods hanging out on display right from the get go." He was the sort of man that liked to reveal things about a woman's body, not have them all out for everyone to see. He much rather have a body to explore in private. "Good ol' America."
She grinned, shaking her head. "Come on, let's get what else we need and get out of here before we catch something." A lot more comments about the locals later, they checked out and headed back to his place. "I'm telling you, that guy had to have eaten three other people. He couldn't even get through the lane to check out!" she exclaimed as they got out of the car. Bethany was a big girl, but some people were just plain gross.
Vince spent most of the grocery trip laughing at Bethany. Or with her, rather, because people at the store were ridiculous and he couldn't blame her for poking fun. Between extremely large people and the girl with the denim underwear, there had been a plethora of gems and he was ready to get out of the place. Tucking the groceries into the back seat, they'd headed to his house and once they arrived, he collected the few bags they'd gotten. He laughed again at her comment and shook his head a little. "Babe, grab my keys out of my pocket, hands are kinda full," he explained as he held of the bags. "Front left. And watch your hands, keys only," he teased.
"Sure." she said. Bethany grinned at him as she slid her hand into his pocket, her fingers brushing him anyway as she pulled the keys out. She opened the door, stepping into his house and whistled a bit. "Sweetie, you desperately need some interior decorating." she teased as she flipped on the lights and shut the door behind them.
He smirked when her hand brushed over him. She did that on purpose, the little witch. "I'm a man," he told her. "One who's away more than he's home. Sorry if I don't have a flare for design," he laughed. He wasn't exactly flamboyant about what sorts of furniture there was. So long as he had a couch to sit on, a table to eat at and a bed to sleep in, he was fine.
"Luckily you have me." she said with a smirk as she walked ahead of him toward the kitchen. Bethany let her hips sway a bit, her dress hugging her nice, round ass and hips as she walked down the hall and into the kitchen. "It's a nice house though, I like it. It has charm, like you."
He followed her to the kitchen, setting the groceries on the counter and unloading the bags with the items they'd need for dinner. "I like it," he told her. "It's simple and not too flashy. Maybe even boring, but I'm pretty boring myself," he laughed.
"You are not boring." she insisted as she moved to help him with the groceries. "Would someone as awesome as me hang out with someone boring? Come on, now." she said, bumping him playfully with her hip.
"Point taken," he said with a grin. She was really far from boring and he doubted a girl like her would spend time with anyone she didn't want to spend time with. "So when's your curfew?" he questioned teasingly, unable to keep the smirk from sliding over his lips.
Bethany laughed as she set about cutting up some of the stuff for dinner. "Considering Zack's been too busy over at Lex's to come home lately, which is yay by the way, no one's waiting up for me." she said, glancing at him. God, that smirk. There was that tingle again, right between her legs.
"Cool," he said, eyes moving over her body and trying desperately not to settle at her cleavage. "Alright, let's get all this dinner making out of the way so we can get to the movie watching. And please, no military movies of any sort even if my mother thinks I need to watch every single one," he sighed. "I swear she acts like it's educational for me."
Bethany certainly had some cleavage to stare at and most of her clothing seemed to accentuate that fact. "Sounds like a plan to me." They set about with dinner, laughing and joking the whole time. It was fun and and domestic and oddly easy. They moved around the kitchen like a team and when everything was done, eaten, and they were settled on the couch, Bethany was getting the sense of how perfect this all was. "So, I vote horror or comedy because anything dramtastic or romantic will have me crying like a sap and no one needs to see that."
"Does horror mean you're going to squeal like a little girl and hop into my lap?" he asked her with a smirk. "Because if so I'll definitely go with the horror and then I can play the big, strong savior," he teased. He couldn't help it, seeing her get scared would be hilarious. And it'd be a chance for him to cop a feel since she smelled like pure arousal for nearly the whole time they'd been in the same room with one another. A man had needs, especially a werewolf who'd been in BFE for the last fourteen months.
She laughed, her eyes dancing behind her glasses. "Then I guess it's going to be horror." she said, liking the idea of having an excuse to jump into his lap. She was very glad she had not worn panty hose that day, really. "It's your fault if i hurt you from jumping on you in fear." Bethany wasn't one to wimp on horror movies, but for the excuse of getting close to him, she'd pretend.
"Hurt me?" he scoffed. "Please. I'd like to think that I'm stable enough to have a woman jump into my lap without hurting me," he assured her. Moving to the cabinet near the television, he opened it up and revealed his vast collection of DVD's. "Alright, pretty lady, what'll it be?"
He really needed to stop calling her pretty. It was one thing when it had been over a computer teasingly, but this close to him....well. She moved from the couch and went to kneel beside him, peering at the movies. "Damn man, you have one hell of a collection." Her fingers touched over the spines of the DVDs, looking at titles while she shivered from the heat coming off his body, so close they were almost touching. "I don't even know how to choose."
He was trying desperately to not take advantage of the girl, but she was making it difficult, kneeling beside him especially. And smelling like that. She might as well have been in heat with the way arousal was coming off of her in waves. The longer it took to pick a movie, the more difficult it became to behave himself. And then she went and said she didn't know how to choose, stalling another moment. His brain was going to explode and ooze out of his ears if something didn't give and he was tired of playing games and flirting and dancing around the huge elephant in the room. If she didn't want him, her pussy wouldn't be as wet as it obviously was.
Vince held out a hand for her to take and once she'd taken it, he pulled her up from the floor and all but shoved her against the nearest wall with a little thud. "Fuck the movie," he breathed, his voice hoarse with his own arousal as he leaned in and caught her lips in a rough kiss.
Her eyebrow arched as he offered her his hand and suddenly she was up and against a wall. Her eyes went wide for about three seconds and then he was kissing her. Thank Google she thought to herself as slid her arms around him, kissing him back with the same rough desperation. All she had been able to think about since the moment he had walked into her office was what it would be like to kiss him and she sure as hell wasn't disappointed.
It had been far too long since he'd touched a woman. Too much time had passed since he'd been close enough to smell the arousal on one and having his whole house smell of her had been his undoing. His fingers slid in opposing directions, one upwards into her hair, the other downwards along her side and then up the skirt of her dress. He hoped she wasn't attached to her panties because those fuckers were going to be the first things to go. Hooking his fingers into the scrap of cloth that covered the heat between her thighs, he gave a flick of his wrist and the sound of ripping made him smirk against her mouth. "No panties, they're pointless," he breathed against her mouth as he dropped the cloth and cupped her heat once more, his fingers teasing over her skin.
Bethany had had fantasies like this. Over the past few years they had included him and now that it was actually happening she thought she was going to die from just how fucking much she wanted him. "No panties, noted." she groaned as his fingers played over her sex. It had been quite a long time for herself since she had been with a man. Her only boyfriend for years had been her trusty vibrator. No vibrator could do what this man was doing to her and he had barely started. Bethany kissed him again, nipping at his lower lip none too gently. She was a girl who liked it rough, which in this case was probably a very good thing.
Oh yeah, it was a very good thing. Her dress, however, was in the way and in the way was a bad thing. Catching a handful of the front of it with the hand not between her thighs, he tugged her away from the wall. Using that same hand, he snaked his fingers around to unzip the zipper and tug it down. "You know what, just fucking forget clothes exist," he told her. Reluctantly he pulled his hand from between her thighs and caught hold of the shoulders of her dress, jerking it down enough that it could fall to her ankles. The bra didn't make it out quite as intact, however, having no time to fumble with fastenings, he just grabbed the front of it and jerked, flinging the remnants to the side. "Yeah, much better," he breathed as his mouth found hers again.
"Clothes are a figment of my imagination, got it." she said in a breathless voice. There was something to bed said about the strength of a werewolf. She was a rather solid girl and it wasn't easy to manhandle her but fuck could Vince manhandle her. She liked it. Actually, she loved it. He took almost no time in getting her completely nude, her bra also not surviving. She totally wasn't worried about it. He kissed her again and Bethany moaned into his mouth. Now he was the one clothed and that just would not do. Years of having deft fingers on a computer made unbuttoning his flannel a breeze, her mouth devouring his as she got it open and her hands ran over his buff chest. No man could be that sexy and it be legal. His muscles were hard and UNF. She could barely even think straight.
Her hands slid down his chest, over his delicious abs and to the button on his jeans. In seconds they were unbuttoned, unzipped and being shoved down his hips. He went commando apparently. Hoooot.
He smirked a little at the way that she felt his body and then skillfully unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. It only took a second or two to get out of his shoes and socks and then his fingers slid over her legs and downwards, urging her to lift each foot enough that he could remove her shoes. Once that was taken care of, the two of them fully undressed, he pulled his lips back from hers and his green eyes fixed on hers. "Bedroom," he told her. "Quickly."
Bethany was very glad she had taken the time when she first got there to know the layout of his house. She gave him a nip on the lower lip before, as he said, quickly went to the bedroom. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her sex was so wet she could smell it herself. She took off her glasses and put them on the nightstand quickly, having a feeling they would get broken if she didn't.
Vince pretty much stalked after the woman, entering the room only seconds after she did, shutting the door behind them and letting his eyes wander over her body. "I don't plan on being gentle," he told her honestly. "So I should probably give you the disclaimer that I haven't had sex in going on eight years and I'm typically pretty rough to begin with." Hey, she had a right to know. "If you wanna run, you best do it now. Otherwise you're gonna be here awhile."
"Jesus..." she breathed as he explained to her what she was in for and it only served to get her more aroused, if that was even possible. "Well, it's a good thing it's Friday and I don't have to be back at my office till eventually Monday morning then, isn't it?" she mused, raising her eyebrows at him. "And really, if I ran, it'd only be because I wanted you to chase me."
That earned her another smirk as he moved to the bedside table and collected a condom from the drawer. "Get your sexy ass on the bed," he told her. "Pick a position, surprise me. I plan to go through the whole list of them by the time I'm through with you," he said, though he was thinking that he wouldn't be through with her any time soon.
"Yes, Sergeant." she said with an impish smirk. Bethany got on the bed and was going through every damn position she could think of. Considering all the erotic literature she read, that was quite a lot. "You know, I can't even think enough to pick one because they all are just so much fun." she said, her eyes all but glued to his cock. "But, in honor of your sexy werewolfness, I'm thinking this will be fun." Bethany got on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at him.
He couldn't seem to stop smirking at her, especially when she was saying and doing the things that she was doing. Tearing into the condom, he flung the wrapper aside and slid the latex in place. It only took about a half a second for him to move behind her, turning her in such a way that she could have the headboard in front of her. "You might need something to hold onto," he warned her as he grabbed her hip with one hand and his cock with the other. Teasing the head of him along her practically dripping slit, he drew in a shaky breath. "No might about it, hold on."
The anticipation was killing her. She had seen the size of his cock. It was going to be one hell of a rough ride and it was one she was definitely looking forward to. Bethany glanced behind her as he got into position, his teasing of his cock over her slit making her shiver. She gripped the headboard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Holding on." she said in a breathy voice.
He wasn't going to be gentle, like he'd warned her, not even with that first stroke. He all but slammed into her, sinking as far inside of her heat as her body would allow with a low growly sort of sound. He wasted no time in letting his hands grip her hips, enough to likely leave marks as he picked up a rough, quick pace. He might not last very long the first time, but fuck if he wouldn't make it a hell of a ride for the both of them.
"Holy shit, Vince!" she screamed as he slammed into her. He had warned he was going to be rough and when he began fucking her, because there was no other word for it, she got an idea of what he meant. Bethany held on, glad she was as wet as she was because fuck it felt so goddamn good. She wasn't worried about how long he lasted the first round because there would be plenty of rounds. "Fuck, yes!" she cried, pleasure immediately flowing through her body with each pound.
His hips kept the pace as his hands shifted, one arm wrapping around her middle while the other slipped between her thighs. He leaned forward enough to kiss between her shoulder blades, a feral sort of growl escaping against her skin. "You're so fuckin' sexy," he growled against her flesh.
The growling was about the hottest thing to ever reach her ears and he was growling because of her, which made it even better. Bethany groaned loudly among all the other noises slipping from her mouth. "You're fucking amazing.." she breathed and finally began slamming back against him, making it all the more intense.
He nipped and kissed at her skin as his fingers brushed over her clit. "Pretty baby, I haven't even got started yet, this is just the warm up round," he murmured against her skin. The hand wrapped around her middle shifted, moving to slide up her back and into her hair, which he grabbed a handful of and pulled her back by the blond locks. "God, you've got such a tight little cunt," he hissed as his hips snapped against hers over and over again. Each thrust got a nice little slapping sound that he knew he'd commit to memory for the rest of forever. "Been dreamin' bout fuckin' you for years now," he admitted.
He had to not only fuck like a champ, he had to talk dirty like one too. Bethany was going to be a pile of mush by the time he was done with her, that she was sure of. If this was the warm up round, she could only imagine what the rest was going to be like. She let out a cry as he jerked her back by her hair which turned into a moan. "With a cock as big as yours, every cunt has to be tight." she gasped as she gripped the headboard so tightly her knuckles turned white. Hearing he had been dreaming about her for years made her shudder and her pussy quiver around him. "You've been masturbation fodder for me for just as long."
"The only cunt that matters right now is yours," he breathed, halting his hips all together without so much as a warning. He pulled her hair again, tugging her body up flat against his as his fingers wandered over her stomach and up to her breasts, cupping one in each hand as his lips brushed from her shoulder to her neck. "I should have sent you dirty pictures," he whispered against her skin. "Coulda used some of you."
Bethany gasped as he suddenly stopped and pulled her back against him. She whimpered, writhing in his hold as she tilted her neck to give him better access. Her nipples were so hard they ached as his strong hands played with her large breasts. "You can take as many dirty pictures of me as you like....So long as I get some of you stroking that big, hard cock."
Again he was smirking, this time against her neck. "You can have whatever pictures you want of me, baby," he assured her. Letting the thumb and forefinger of one hand gently pinch her nipple, he groaned and rocked his hips against her again. "You're so fuckin' wet," he breathed. "I can almost feel your juices dripping down my leg." Which was hot in and of itself. "You've been killing me all evening with your wet cunt callin' my name."
"Fuck..." she breathed, letting her hands reach behind her to grip his hips as he rocked against her. He was hitting places inside of her she didn't even know existed. She knew she was going to come soon, her pussy trembling around him along with the rest of her body. She didn't even want to come yet. She wanted to stay at that edge all fucking night if it meant his cock would stay inside of her. "It was wet and dripping for you since the goddamn elevator." she moaned, her nails digging into his skin.
"I'm well aware," he breathed against her neck, nipping at her earlobe, giving it a little tug. "You smell like sex," he whispered. "Like the hottest pussy I've ever even considered tasting." He didn't want to move, not wanting to fall over that edge just yet. He was content in that moment just to hold her and tease her. His fingers brushed over her clit while the other hand continued to tease her nipple. "The things I've done to you in my dreams would make you flush like a schoolgirl."
There was nothing Bethany loved more than a man who would talk to her and fuck her at the same time. Probably came from years of reading trashy romance novels but words turned her the fuck on. A whimper came from her as his fingers teased the living shit out of her and his words, if possible, made her more wet which had her definitely dripping. "Try me." she hissed out. "Cause there is nothing hotter than a man telling me all the things he's thought of doing."
"Well this certainly made the list," he told her as he pushed her forward again, fingers tightening into her hair once more as he continued to tease her clit. "And I swear I had more dreams about licking that hot little cunt than anything else. Be prepared for a few hours of that at least," he warned her as he found his pace again, rocking his hips roughly against hers. "You won't be able to walk come Monday."
There was something about hearing his slight little twangy voice saying the word cunt that was possibly the sexiest thing she had ever heard. She gave up on the headboard as he pushed her back down and clung to the bedspread instead, panting heavily as he started fucking her again in that rough, fast pace. "Lucky...for me...I sit...at a desk all day!" she gasped and have every intention of eventually fucking him on said desk in her office. Oh yes. "Fuck me, Vince..." she groaned, her pussy starting to get tighter as she got closer and closer to her climax.
His hands shifted, gripping her hips as he picked up the pace, barely even pulling out before he'd thrust against her once more. The sounds he was making were more animalistic than human in nature and he gave up on speaking, content to just fuck her until he exploded which likely wouldn't be long now. He was close, pressure pooling in his balls as she said his name, spurring him on.
Hearing the noises he was making, that he was losing himself in her that much was really what did it for her. "Vince!!" she screamed as finally she crested, coming harder than she ever had in her life. Her cunt squeezed his invading cock as she bucked back into him. Pleasure swept through her and all she could do was cry out his name over and over.
His eyes rolled back a little as he gripped her hips tightly, perhaps too much so, and jerked his hips forward, spilling into the sheath between them. The bit of latex probably the only reason he'd lasted as long as he had. The sound he made could only be described as a strangled sort of growl, his cock twitching as he came down from that high. He shuddered a bit, hips jerking just a little against her as he let out a long, low rumble of a sigh. "Fuck," he breathed, reluctantly releasing his grip on her and slipping a hand between them to hold the condom in place as he pulled out. Discarding said condom, he then flopped back on the bed beside her, reaching out for the woman. "Come here, Bethy," he breathed.
Bethany couldn't believe that was only round one. The man was going to fuck her to death. Though, not exactly a bad way to go. When he pulled out of her she let out a low whine almost as she lay on her stomach, relearning to breathe. Her body shuddered quite a few times before finally settling. She turned her head when he asked for her and smiled, moving with a bit of a groan before letting her head rest on his chest. "Feel better?" she asked softly.
"Mhm," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "That was a long time coming," he explained, though likely she understood plenty by the way he'd pounded the poor girl. "Are you okay?" Perhaps he should have asked her that somewhere in between all of said pounding.
She chuckled, letting her fingers play over his abs with feather light touches. "I am way more than ok...I have accepted the fact that I am ruined for any other cock but yours until the day I die, but I am ok." she said, moving her head to kiss under his chin.
He smiled at her words, his fingers slowly brushing up and down her back. "Well, my work here is done," he teased. He fully intended to do a lot more work between now and Monday morning, thank you very much. "I'd apologize about your panties and your bra, but I'm not sorry," he told her honestly. "I'll buy you new ones."
"Honey, I am so not worried about my clothes." she said, shivering from his touch on her back. "You likely could of shredded everything I was wearing and I definitely wouldn't cared cause it led to this."
Vince pressed a kiss to the woman's forehead and smiled against her skin. "I've been wanting us to be here for a while," he admitted. "And not just because I wanted to sleep with you, which I did, but because I like you." It wasn't in his nature to beat around the bush, especially not when he'd just fucked the woman nearly unconscious. "A lot."
Bethany was very much enjoying snuggling against him at the moment. He had fucked her like crazy but she had certainly enjoyed it. She listened to him speak with her eyes closed, a smile on her face as she listened to his heartbeat. "A lot? How much is a lot?" she asked softly.
"Two years of talking to you, babe," he reminded her. "A lot." She was the only person he'd been writing letters home to aside from his parents. Obviously she meant something to him. Het let his fingers brush through her hair and smiled a little at her. "And don't act like you don't like me back."
She chuckled a bit, very much enjoying his fingers brushing through her hair. "I have a picture of you on my desk at work." she admitted. "So yea, I'm going to say I like you...a lot."
He smiled at her words, liking that she kept a picture of him on her desk. "So we're like 'together', right?" he asked her after a moment, curious about whether they'd need to actually speak the words, ask the question. "You know, just checking."
"What are we, twelve?" she asked with a laugh. "Yes, I think it's fair to say we, my dear, are an item." Bethany shifted to lean up and give him a kiss on the lips. "And I have to say, it's about damn time too."
"I've been out of the dating game for a while, babe," he reminded her as he returned the kiss. "But yeah, I think it's about damn time I got back into it." He couldn't have been happier had he tried. He was finally in a place where he wanted to be and he had Bethany there with him. Maybe transitioning out of the army wouldn't be so bad.