Chapter Five
Parker
Bringing a woman home is brand-new for me.
When I walk into my place, leading her behind me, I take a moment to survey the bungalow I call home. Truth be told, it is not much of a home at all. I sleep, workout, and sometimes eat here, but I would not sayI livehere. Most my time is spent at the base or sometimes the officer’s club where Gator and the other single guys hang out. I spend a lot of time alone if I am not with Gator or some of the other flyboys now that I think of it.
Glancing at the flatscreen, the leather couches, the model planes on the coffee table, and knowing the fridge in the kitchen is empty, and dishwasher full, I let out a sigh. I did not think this through. I brought her home to take care of her—not show her that I still need taken care of.
“Uh,” I find myself hesitating, starting to second-guess my haste, “I never uh...I have never brought a woman here, Perri,” I admit, flushing as I rub at the back of my neck, glancing at her anxiously, “Guess I didn’t think this through all that well.”
Perri tips her head back, her big eyes going bigger as she considers my words. Right away I know I said the wrong thing. Those doe eyes of hers flutter away because she thinks I mean I do not want her here. Truth is, as we shopped today, getting her the basics like the Commander ordered, I grew increasingly more agitated. I could not stand the idea of her being at his place and not mine.
How would I ever have access to her there?
“Oh...well take me back to the Commander’s. That is what he ordered after all, was it not?” she huffs, her eyes going shadowy as she starts to pull away.
“No ma’am,” I rush out, moving to block her, shutting the door behind me to close us in, “not an option, baby girl. Was I unclear about things before?” I ask gently, tipping her head back as she pouts.
When those eyes meet mine, I see that yes, I was unclear. At least, unclear enough that she is confused about this whole ordeal. Guess I am too. My single experience before blew up in my face. Not this time. Not again. I need to be very clear with her what I want from her. Not easy to do when I am feeling this all for the first time—but I had to act on it because I know what I feel for this woman is not something you don’t grab hold of.
“Come here, you got it all wrong. Do you trust me, pet?” I ask gently as I draw her against my chest, brushing my thumbs over the silky skin of her jaw as I gaze down at her.
Perri stares back, those mesmerizing blues of hers making my heart thud. One single nod is all she gives me. But it is enough. I smile and bow my head, rubbing my nose against hers. When she lets out a little purring sigh, I smile wider and do it again. She nestles into my chest, and I sigh too, loving the way her scent clings to my flight suit when she rubs against me.
“Good. That’s good,” I whisper, brushing her soft hair back just as an excuse to touch her more, “This is all new for me. I never brought a woman here because I never wanted one here. I wantyouhere, Perri. I can’t even stand the idea of you being anywhere else. Cannot stand the idea of someone else getting the chance to take care of you.”
Her nose nuzzles against my chest, and she gives me a little sound, as if she hates the idea too. I sigh and burrow my face into her neck, holding her right there in the entryway for a long moment. I need to get this right. I have no idea what the hell I am doing, but I know one thing. I want her like I have never wanted another thing in my life—so I will have her.
“What will you tell the Commander? We just met today,” she says as she rubs her cheek against my chest, right where my heart beats for her, “he will think we are nuts. You know him better than I do. How will he react?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I am fast to answer, rubbing soothing hands over her hair, “we will tell him whatever you want to tell him. Whatever suits you.”
Leaning back again, she gazes up at me as she considers this. Damn right he will say we are nuts and wonder who the hell I think I am bringing a young girl to my home to keep her for myself. A girl he entrusted me with just hours ago. I don’t care. I have never acted so impulsively in my life so people will have to understand that this is serious.
We agree to decide together what to tell him tonight at the dinner they are having. Of course, I am going to be there. With that decided, I take her on a quick tour of my place, showing her each of the spare bedrooms that sit empty, the kitchen that opens to a big dining room, and the living room. That room is where I spend most of my time whenever I am home, and she gravitates toward it right away.
Watching her pick up the models I do in my spare time—old bomber planes from WWII and even the newest F18’s similar to what I fly—I wait for her to tease me, a grown man, for playing with toys. It is the one thing I remember doing as a boy that brought me some joy, so I kept with it. When I tell her that, her eyes get soft and she sets aside the one she was looking over, coming over to me.
Gazing up at me, I cannot read the look in her eyes. And then she slowly kneels in front of me, biting at her bottom lip as her eyes pool with heat. I swallow hard as she primly sits before me, waiting for me to give her some direction. I nod my head once and grunt back a moan when she reaches up, grabbing the zipper of my flight suit. One yank has it down past my waist. Her little hand rubs teasingly at the hardness that has been there since I first saw her today.
“Perri what is that look for?” I wonder, brushing her hair back before I gather it in my fist at the nape of her neck.
Electricity buzzes in the air as breathing becomes a task. She bites on her lip again as she spreads my suit open as if pulling back the curtains on a secret. When she tips her head back to watch me as she pulls at my boxers, letting my cock spring free, I let out a grunt. I want to stop her because we need to talk about how this thing between us is going to work. But I want her hands or her mouth on me too badly at this point.
“Daddy took care of me,” she whispers, licking her lips as she starts to stroke me, “time for me to take care of daddy,” she purrs as she tilts her head just enough to lick at the tip of my swollen cock.
It is not the press of her velvety tongue or the sound of her suckling at the precum dripping from the tip. It’s not even the heat of her mouth as she pops it open to take my cock inside of her.It’s those fucking words. Her calling me daddy as she kneels before me to please me. Those words coming from this girl is enough to make me blow down her throat the second I hit the back of it.
“Ahh, that’s a good girl,” I hiss, watching her open her mouth wider as she struggles to take all of me, thick and swollen for her, as deep as she can, “such a good girl, pet. Daddy has thought about stuffing that mouth with my cock all day. Ahh, fuck, that’s it. That’s it, baby girl, suck me down that pretty throat. Daddy is dripping his come down that throat because you turned me on all day. You suck every drop down for me. Good girl, that’s a good girl,” I grit the words out as she takes me deeper and sucks harder, bobbing her head now, taking me all the way the back of her throat.
Fisting her long, thick hair at the nape of her neck, I push deep, going until I hear her choking. Still, she sucks and licks, never asking me to stop. I pull out of her mouth, watching her drip saliva and spit all over. I push back in, and she moans, nodding her head. Telling me without words she likes it.
“Such a good girl for daddy,” I moan, throwing my head back as I savor the wet suction of her perfect mouth and the way her moans hum up the shaft, “taking me so deep in that pretty throat. You want daddy’s cum, don’t you, baby girl? Want me to fill that good girl throat with my seed so you can taste how hot you made daddy?” I grunt, pumping my hips faster, loving the filthy sounds of her choking on me, the whimpers she gives when I pull her hair tighter, when I push in so deep her nose presses to my pelvis.
When she just nods and suck harder, hallowing out her cheeks, I take complete control. I cup under her jaw with one hand, feeling my shaft thrusting down her throat. My other hand still fists her hair, so I hold her still, fucking her face. Just as my orgasm starts to barrel down on me, I pull back, shooting not just down her throat, but on her face, her throat, across her lips.
Seeing her sitting there gasping for breath with my cum all over her and a twinkle of pride in her eyes has me hard again. My sweet pet looks so pretty painted in my cum. Running my fingers over her jaw, I rub some of the stickiness across her lips and she suckles at my fingers greedily.Fuck me.