Gun Shy (6 page)

Her right hand shot down and grabbed hold of the back of Scott’s head. He started lapping at her slit, even slipping his tongue inside her for a brilliant second. She couldn’t help herself; she thrust her hips up in reaction.

A thickly muscled arm was suddenly lodged over her stomach. It held her still, and the more she bucked the heavier it weighed.

She looked down and met Scott’s eyes. They glittered in the semi-darkness of the room. With their gazes locked, he opened his mouth and sucked on her clit.

“Jesus!” she called out as she fell back onto the bedspread, her limbs too shaky to hold her up any longer.

“I don’t think he can help you right now,” Drew commented as he leaned up and kissed her.

Their tongues dueled together for a while until she realized she wanted more. Her hand left his hair and slid down his body, tracing around one nipple with the tips of her fingers, relishing in the way he jerked against her.

Smiling against his mouth, she kept on going, letting her fingers do the talking. When they reached below his washboard stomach, she felt him tense. Still amused, she wondered whether she should make him wait some more.

That’s when Scott decided to up the ante and brought his fingers to her pussy. Between his tongue and those clever digits, she knew she’d be a goner in a matter of minutes.

Her palm curled around the base of Drew’s erection. He drew in a breath, even had to break the kiss to do so. He mumbled something against her mouth before moving down to nip at the sensitive side of her neck.

His hips pumped, and she got the message. Tightening her fingers, she drew her hand up. Slowly. So slowly, he even started growling.

It was her time to laugh, especially when he bit her neck in retaliation. Her thumb pressed against the head of his cock, and semen trickled down soon thereafter. She pulled back and brought her hand to her lips and, as he watched her, put her finger in her mouth and slowly sucked on it.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.

She was sliding her hand back down, intent on teasing him some more, when it hit. That sweet, sweet feeling. Pleasure rushed through her, and she forgot about everything else. She fell back onto the bed and gave herself to it.

Scott watched her come, nearly losing control as her walls constricted around his thrusting fingers. He kept on caressing her though, his tongue never moving from her clit. He knew what to do, enjoyed it even, but God, seeing her like this did things to his insides.

His cock was so hard it hurt. He’d seen her play with his friend, had felt jealous too, wanting her to touch him like she’d touched Drew. He was in the perfect position though, lapping her juices, making her moan again, feeling the aftershocks coursing her body… All thanks to him.

A proud smile on his face, he finally drew up. She was laying there, her fingers still clenched around Drew’s cock, her face flushed, her hair in disarray.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He moved to lay on her other side, letting his palm rest on her rounded stomach, feeling as if he needed to anchor himself somehow. He was so close to jumping on her. So damn close. And yet, he knew it was too early.

Yes, that was probably a stupid thing to think especially after what they’d just done. But the mood was different in this room. Maybe it was because they’d been friends first. He wasn’t too sure, but something else was at stake here.

“Baby?” he finally murmured, nuzzling her cheek.

She was smiling when she turned to face him. “Yes?” Her voice was soft and still husky.

Semen trickled down his shaft, reminding him how aroused he was. “What do you want to do now?”

He watched as her eyes widened a little. “I…” She licked her lips. “Huh, thank you?”

That made him chuckle. “You’re very welcome. Has anyone ever told you how good you taste?”

“Wow,” she mouthed.

“Because you do,” he added. “You really do.” And because he couldn’t
not
do something, anything, he leaned down and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips, on his tongue…

She groaned into his mouth, turning fully toward him, her hands clinging to his shoulders. He let his hands wander down her body, squeezing her nipple when he stumbled upon it.

She pulled back, already shaking her head.

“Too soon?” he asked, cursing himself inwardly.
Shit!

“No. Yes. I mean, it’s your turn.”

He gulped. “Oh.”

She pushed him down until he was lying on his back then stared down at him. She was frowning, something clearly not to her liking. He was starting to know her well…

“What’s the plan?” Drew’s question rang between them.

Scott looked up to find his friend sitting on his haunches behind her, his cock in hand. He’d seen him jerk off before—it was difficult not to see things like that when on 24/7 missions—but it was still odd. He averted his gaze, only to see Kristyn motion him up.

He could be nice, he decided as he followed her injunction. As long as she got to the part where her mouth met his dick, he’d do anything she wanted him to do. He thought of Drew and shuddered. Okay, maybe not anything.

She’d pushed them off the bed, claiming she’d seen this in adult movies so it had to be doable. Drew stared down at her kneeling in the middle of the bedroom. She was naked and didn’t appear to care, her body soft and milky white. Her breasts were heavy, the nipples still puckered. He remembered how good they’d felt under his tongue, and his cock twitched again. Fuck, he needed something here!

“Okay?” he asked, eager to start this thing.

Kris nodded, her head tilted to the side as if she were trying to figure out how to go about this. Come on, he thought, hurry! Before he could say that out loud, however, she reached for them.

Her hands wrapped around their cocks. He sucked in a breath and heard Scott do the same from his position only inches away. She pumped them once or twice before leaning forward and giving Drew’s dick a quick lick. She did the same to his friend’s then she switched, and on she went.

Drew knew he had to control himself. He knew it, yet he felt himself start to slip. He wanted to grab her hair with his fist and force her to deep-throat him, to take his cock all the way to the root, suck on him until he erupted inside her. He imagined how she’d look with his cum trickling down from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto those amazing tits of hers.

He growled deep inside his chest and looked at his friend, talking to him wordlessly. Years of being on the same platoon doing covert surveillance work meant they understood each other perfectly. With a nod, he turned back to the woman at their feet.

“Kris,” he called out.

She looked up, startled. “Yeah?”

“You… This is great, baby, but I’m going to take over now.”

Before she could move, he did exactly what he’d been fantasizing about doing. His left hand shot out and tangled into her curls. He pulled her to him, nearly mashing her face into his groin he was so frenzied. She opened her lips at the last possible second, and he praised her in low murmurs, so glad she’d known what to do.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take it all in. Suck me, Kris.”

And she did. Boy, she did.

Kristyn’s knees were killing her.

She’d spent the better part of the last hour making the two men come. One after the other, they’d emptied themselves into her mouth, forcing her to gulp it all down, their hands heavy on her.

They’d been dominant in their actions, in their words even, and she’d gotten a kick out of it. Who’d have thought she'd like being ordered about?

She stood up, albeit with some difficulty, and stretched. That’s when her stomach decided it was time to rumble. Loudly at that. She brought her arms down, but nothing could mask the way her cheeks had reddened. She couldn’t see them, but damn, could she feel them. Oh God, and she was stark naked too!

“I guess someone’s hungry.”

She scrunched up her nose and refused to answer. They’d been doing something here! “Shouldn’t we—”

“Go downstairs and find something to eat? Yeah, I think so, too.” Scott appeared at her side. Without another word, he strode to the bathroom and came back with her robe. He helped her put it on and smiled when she was once again completely covered. “There, that’s better. So what do you guys want?” he asked as he opened a chest of drawers and drew out a pair of cargo shorts. He quickly pulled them on, ruining the view she’d had. Two round and amazingly-muscled cheeks.
Wow
, she commented to herself.
That was one fine ass!

“I vote for pizza. I don’t think Kris is really in a state to cook anything. Are you, sweetheart?” Drew popped in front of her. He dropped a swift kiss on her brow and said, “I’m gonna go put something on. Order my usual, will ya?” And with that, he left the room.

Kris stood there, wondering what the hell had happened. They’d been having sex, hadn’t they? Except they’d only been at the foreplay stage, or so she’d thought anyway. Didn’t they want to fuck her at all? Her walls clenched around an imaginary length. Her pussy felt wet and most definitely ready. So why weren’t they jumping on her for the second round?

She seriously hated her stomach right now. What a way to kill the mood! Pissed off at herself, she strode past Scott and made her way downstairs, all the while mumbling to herself.

Scott watched her stride in front of him, her face a dark cloud. Oh, he could guess what she was thinking, but he still felt it was the best thing to do. He and Drew didn’t want to scare her off right from the start, and asking her for too much too soon would certainly do that.

She might think she wanted more now, and damn that was a kick to the head all right, but he knew her. Once she realized what they’d done, she’d get back down to earth and start thinking of the consequences.

Reaching for the phone before she got to it, he ignored her black look and quickly hit the speed-dial. As he waited for the call to go through, he watched as she opened the fridge and leaned her head against the door. She looked so fragile right then, so unsecure, he fought the urge to go to her.

“Joe’s Pizza! How may I help you?”

The too-cheerful voice on the other end of the line brought him back to the moment. It didn’t take long to order their usual pizzas, all three very different, a bit like the people who ate them.

The thought made him smile, and that’s how Kris spotted him when she turned around, her hand clutching a can of Coke. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he quickly answered.

She harrumphed and left the room, clearly intent on getting to the TV before he could. Or Drew could. Either way, he was pretty sure they’d end up watching something girly tonight. Considering how relaxed he was feeling after the amazing blowjob she’d given him, he didn’t particularly care.

Damn, her mouth had been so fucking good.

Chapter Seven

Kristyn had been in a horrible mood all week long, to the point that even some of her students had started to complain, whispering amongst themselves about her dour expression or the test that had been much harder than expected.

Just that should have made her snap out of it.

Instead, it was Friday night, she had the weekend to look forward to and yet she was undoubtedly pissed off. Angry. Upset.

All of the above.

She knew Drew and Scott were going to leave soon. She’d heard them talk about it only the night before, making lists of every piece of equipment they would bring with them. Sure, she wasn’t supposed to listen to that specific conversation, but it wasn’t as if she would do something about it. She lived with SEALs; she knew the drill. She knew the Navy had checked her out as soon as Scott and Drew had picked her as their new roommate. Housekeeper. Lover…

She rolled her eyes at herself and dropped her purse onto the hallway table. Her keys clinked together, the sound jarring on its own. The garage door was open, but when she peeked inside no one was there. The lights were on though. Ranting, loudly at that, she turned them off and closed the door behind her.

She was met by silence. No one else was here, and her mood darkened even more at the realization. She felt antsy, eager to do something yet not really sure what it could be. Settling in one of their armchairs, she leaned her head back against the cold leather and closed her eyes.

Fact one: They were leaving soon.

Fact two: She had no idea when they’d be back. If they’d be back.

No, don’t think like that
, she berated herself.

Fact three: They’d seduced her, only to stop midway through.

But why?
she asked herself. Why would they go to all that trouble just to get blowjobs? Sure, they’d seemed to appreciate them, but they could have gotten the same, or near enough, from any girl out there. Shoot, ever since the whole Pakistan thing, SEAL groupies could be found in every corner of the base. Well, maybe not in it but in the town for sure. At every bar the Navy men hung out. Every restaurant, grocery store, gas station. They all wore the same outfits meant to entice: short denim shorts, low-cut tops that bared their toned stomachs and high heels. Kris still had no idea if this was working out for them or not. But then it wasn’t as if she hung out at these places and waited for men to pick her up.