8. Tommy
CHAPTER 8
Tommy
M y mind is reeling after talking to my parents. If I can’t commit to taking the ranch over in the next five years, they plan to sell it off piece by piece. The land is worth so much that it would be foolish to hold on to it for much longer regardless of how long it’s been in the family.Even though I always knew this was the likely scenario, it still feels like a ton of pressure pressing me to do something I’m not sure I want to do. Being a SEAL was never going to be a long-term plan, but it was a plan to try and do something else before what was fated. Everything turned upside down, and I don’t know what I want for my future regarding my career, but looking at Margo, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I want her. I want her next to me in whatever comes next. I want her face smiling at me, her positive light radiating toward me, her warm love wrapping me in a way that feels unreal. The fact is that the environment fades away when I look at her face. I could be a SEAL or a rancher, a cowboy or an accountant for all that it matters. She’s right, and I feel it in the pit of my stomach all the way up to my fucked-up mind. Margo is right. She’s not right because Dani was wrong, either, but comparing my feelings for the two does force confidence in my decision. There are things in life you just know.
Margo stands from the chair next to the bookshelf, the soft light from the lamp next to her illuminating soft skin and sleepy eyes. She tightens the belt of her robe, but the collar gapes open revealing that she doesn’t have on anything underneath. Instead of turning away, like I’d do in the past, I let my gaze linger on exactly what I want. No sense denying it when I’m at the point when I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. “I want you,” I say, honesty spilling out in a rush. “I want to keep you.”
Her smirk is absolutely delicious. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing and wondering what the best way was to go about keeping someone like you.” She pauses. “I told my mom about you tonight. That’s huge.”
I stalk forward another step. “What do you mean ‘someone like you?’” Now I’m close enough I can smell her perfume.Intoxicating. It feels irreverent.
She closes the space between us, placing her hands on my chest. A pang of desire races up my spine. Margo’s gaze transfixes me. “I mean someone everyone else wants. How do I keep a commodity? You’re the peak of the human species physically, but you’re also kind with an amazing personality. Tell me how I’m supposed to keep you.”
Bringing my hands up to cup her cheeks, I take in a ragged breath. “You need only exist, Margo. You’ve met my entire family. I’ll meet your mom. I want to meet anyone you deem important.” The fire crackling between us builds to a fever pitch, and I can’t hold myself back any longer. Caressing the skin on her neck lightly with one finger, I trace a vein. She loses her breath, as I stare into her eyes willing her to see how she’s stripped me of my armor.
“Okay,” she says, voice cracking. “How did the talk with your parents go?” She’s trying to diffuse, but we both know it’s not going to work.
Trading my finger for my lips, I kiss Margo’s neck. “I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, but all I did today was talk. Right now, I want you in any way I can have you. No more talking.” I let my lips slide down to her chest, teasing the robe open further with my hands. She gasps when her breasts spring free. I pause, worried I’ve frightened her. “Tell me what you want,” I test, before moving my mouth a centimeter.
She takes my head in her hands and guides it over to her breast. “This,” she moans, as I take her nipple into my mouth and suck lightly. “Yes,” she says, her head rolling back as soon as I take her into my arms.
She melts into the bed when I set her down and sprawl on top of her, pulling at the robe to expose her bare skin. When her bare body is splayed underneath me, I lose my breath—cease to exist for a beat or two. Beyond perfection are the words I’d use to describe what she looks like naked, gaze locked on mine. I kiss her before my staring lingers longer than it should.
She pulls me on top of her, deepening our connection and the kiss. I’m vibrating with need—my thoughts are only about claiming her, making her mine, keeping her forever. The need intensifies as she moans into my mouth, wraps her legs around my waist, and circles her hips grinding against me. “If I’m not going to end up inside of you tonight, you have to calm down.” I say the words against her lips—a warning I hope she’ll ignore because having her is what I need.
She grinds her core against me one more time as she says, “This isn’t date five, Tommy.” A moment ago, I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but she’s proven me wrong once again. “I propose everything but…actual sex.” She licks my neck, and I have to close my eyes. “If that sounds good, take off your clothes.”
Having to remind myself to breathe is a first—it’s like my brain forgot to act on autopilot the moment my body realized it was in for a treat. “Yes,” I say eagerly, pulling my clothes off and tossing them aside. My experience with sexand foreplay is limited to what Dani deemed appropriate situation by situation. Which wasn’t much, and I don’t fault my ex for that, but it does put me in an awkward situation now. What exactly does everything but mean? I have a friend on the Teams who regaled me with stories about “soaking” while he was in college. He put his dick inside his girlfriend, and his buddy was underneath the bed shaking the mattress to simulate fucking. It didn’t count as sex because he wasn’t thrusting inside her—not moving on his own accord.Is that in the category of everything but? Shit.
Margo leads. That’s the solution. Whatever she wants. She’s on her knees in front of me on the bed as I scoot back to lean against the headboard for a better view. “You are the picture of perfection,” I say, swallowing down nerves. “I’ve wanted a lot of things in my lifetime, but I haven’t wanted anything like I want you to be mine.”
Her cheeks heat, and the pink spreads across her chest.A tell that she is nervous too. It’s bewildering that I can have that effect on any woman, but her? Pride swells in my chest. Licking her lips she smirks. “The question is do you always get the things you want?”
“Right now, I’d say yes. A firm yes.”
“And thank you, by the way, for calling me perfect.” Margo clears her throat. “Even though I know it’s virtually impossible to be perfect, I think sometimes some people are perfect for each other. I only know that because when I look at you, I feel the same way.” She takes another step on a knee to edge between my knees. Her eyes glisten as she reads the emotions on my face. It’s impossible to hide what I’m feeling, and her smile pulls to one side. “Don’t worry, Tommy. I’ll go slow. It won’t hurt.” My stomach tightens as I watch her swing her long hair back and put it into a ponytail. Yes. Yes. Yes. She looks like a damn dream. Her toned arms flex as she twists the elastic. My dick flexes in need when she finishes the seductive chore and puts her hands on my thighs. Margo’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, and in the next moment, her warm mouth covers my hard-on.
I’d love to say I acted like this has happened to me a thousand times—like most men my age, but it hasn’t. Her tongue feels like velvet as she pumps her fist up and down while keeping my dick in her mouth. I moan out in sheer pleasure. I’d close my eyes if I wasn’t so enraptured in her every movement. It’s carnal. She loves doing this, and it makes me want to come in seconds. Laying a hand on her ponytail, I slow her speed. Her big eyes flick up to meet mine, and I imprint the damn sight to cherish for all time.
“That is not slow,” I say, voice cracking. “It feels good. Too good.”
A slurp echoes as she lifts off me but keeps her hand, covered in spit, gliding up and down. I swallow hard. “What do you want to do next?” She slows her hand when she sees my abs rippling as I try to control the pleasure. I’m not at the point of no return, but will be soon. I close my eyes. “Distract myself with your body,” I say. “Lie down.” I pull her up to kiss her before she lies down next to me. I touch her body with one hand—her soft skin, her perfect curves. With the other hand, I cup her breast and kiss both gently. Arching her back, she demands more attention. Dropping my lips on her stomach makes her flex and gasp. Every time I kiss her body she squirms. She spreads her legs when I lick a trail from her belly button down to her pussy. Margo makes it obvious what she wants, and I want to give her everything.
She tastes delicious—a forbidden fruit I won’t ever get enough of, nor have anything to compare it to. I’ve never pleasured a woman like this, but I’ve read about it once in a men’s magazine. It might have been a quick read, but the information stuck with me. The article said you can’t go wrong if you lick the alphabet letters on the pussy, making sure to focus the tip of your tongue on the clit. Failing isn’t an option, I desperately want to be good at this, plus it’s a distraction from my throbbing cock. A, B, C, D, E, F… Margo moans, thrusting her hips up in the air. I continue my quest. I latch my hands under her thighs and pull her to me and hold her up, so her ass is off the bed. Her chest is red, and her entire body glistens in the low lighting.
“Just like that,” she moans, meeting my gaze for a hot moment before slamming her eyes closed again.
That ego stroke is all I need. I keep a ferocity in the flick of my tongue and the glide of my lips against her velvet core. “I’m coming,” Margo breathes out in a panicked puff of small breaths. I don’t change anything up, except I lower her ass to the bed so I have a better angle to slide a finger inside her. I want to feel her orgasm. I want to know what I did to her. Grabbing the bedspread next to her she clutches it as she comes apart. She’s so wet and warm as her pussy grips my finger over and over. Her breathing slows, but the glow about her only intensifies. Sliding my finger out of her, I suck it in on one long slurp before I wipe my mouth on her lower stomach. She laughs a small, seductive giggle as she tells me how good it felt.
“Shoot at me straight. What would you change? I need feedback.” I crawl over her so I’m directly above, and I’m looking directly down at her face.
Her doe eyes widen further. “What would I change?” she parrots. “Well, there is one thing.” Her cheeks are pink, and she licks her lips as she looks at mine.
“What? I want to be good at this for you. For us.”
“Everything was great up until the end. I would only change one thing. I want you inside me when I come.” Margo reaches between us and grasps my dick. It’s so close to her dripping cunt that a shiver shoots up and down my entire body. Her grip tightens as she strokes me.
I clear my throat. “That sounds nice.”
Her lips pull into a smile on one side. “Just nice?”
“Fucking fantastic actually, but that doesn’t fit into the parameters for this date,” I counter, stalling between words as she distracts me by spreading her wetness all over my cock with her hand.
“It’s info for future reference,” she counters back, leaning up to kiss me. “Not for this date, even if I want it.” Margo sighs, her breath passing into my mouth, “Even if I want it bad,” she moans out.
It takes a beat or two to regain my composure because out of all the things happening to my body, the tone of her voice might be what sends me over the edge.
“Okay,” I grind out, unable to say more. Margo kisses me again while moving her hand.
“Lie down,” she commands, and there’s the tone again. If I were standing, it would bring me to my knees. She straddles my face and leans down to take me back in her mouth. The view, her position—on top and in control—makes my head spin. How am I supposed to focus on eating her when I can’t think about anything except what her tongue is doing?
I’ve done hard shit in my life. Some would say one of the hardest things a person can do is become a Navy SEAL, but right now, this seems harder. My view is carnal. The way she squirms on top of me as I lick and how it makes me feel like I’m out of my own body is terrifyingly wonderful. Margo moves her hand around my shaft quicker as she takes me into the back of her throat. The intense pleasure starts from the tip of my toes and zings to the top of my head, and I come hard. She holds her head steady, taking my load deep in her throat. Then she swallows it. I exhale while pressing my lips on her clit. I tongue her one more time because I want her scent to linger on my face.
She lies down next to me with a soft moan and then a sigh. Her head on my chest, she whispers, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Cradling her, I press a kiss against the top of her head. Margo stretches out a leg on top of mine. “I think this was the best night of my life. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at that mouth of yours and not get hard. I’m thinking that I don’t want to live without this.”
She laughs. “Live without my mouth?”
I shake my head while kissing her head again and squeeze her. “No, this right here. You. In my arms.”
“Can you sleep here?” she whispers.
I nod against her head, and a bit later we shower together. It feels even more intimate washing her hair and tenderly caressing her wet body. I lose my breath several times as I admire her beauty and think just how bad I’ve got it for her.
She falls asleep in my arms, the silk of her nightshirt rubbing against me like a soft cloud, reminding me just how fragile the woman next to me is. I don’t fall asleep as easily. I think about all the ways in which I can lose her. I nod off before the sun comes up when I convince myself I’ll do everything in my power to keep her next to me and happy.