OKAY MY FRIENDS HERE WE GO... RANGERSMUT!!!
Disclaimer: No they're not mine, if they were you would know my name instead of Janet Evanovich's. But I sure wish Ranger was mine! ::sighs dreamily:: ahhh the things I could do with that man!
A/N: This story was inspired by the song 'It Was' by Chely Wright.
Warnings: There will be some bad language and definitely some smut! I'm not very nice to Morelli or Steph's mother, but I could definitely have been worse.
It Was… It Is
I saw Lester pull out of my parking lot as I was waiting to pull in and waved at him. I wonder what is up with that? I looked up and saw that there were lights on in my apartment. Looks like Ranger beat me here. I looked around and saw that once again the parking gods had smiled upon Ranger. The Cayenne was in the best spot near the door. I, on the other hand, had to park next to the dumpster. Figures!
Thankfully, Mrs. Bestler wasn't riding the elevator. So I had the elevator to myself and it gave me a couple of minutes to collect myself. I pulled out my compact and checked my makeup. Not too bad! I smoothed down the sundress I had changed into. It was black and strapless, it fit snugly around my breasts then gradually flared out from there to skim just above my knees and I had on some cute strappy sandals. I stopped to take a deep breath before I opened the door.
Ranger was there propped against wall. No, it was Carlos. He wore faded jeans and a white cotton button down with the sleeves rolled up on his forearms. His hair was long and loose around his shoulders. His feet were bare. He looked absolutely edible. I licked my lips in appreciation as I looked him over. He was beautiful!
"Babe." I could hear the amusement in his voice. He pushed off the wall and walked towards me. He reached out to stroke my cheek with the backs of his fingers. "You are the beautiful one."
"I don't know." I reached up to stroke his cheek. "There's your silky hair and gorgeous mocha latte skin. Yup, you're beautiful."
He cut my words off with a growl and a kiss. I grabbed onto the front of his shirt to keep my balance as he used his body to back me against the foyer wall.
"My turn Babe… no hands." He held my hands above my head. He ground his hips into mine and nibbled sling my jaw. I arched against him as he pressed his lower body into mine. His large lower body.
"That's pretty too." I gasped. I knew I was asking for trouble, but I couldn't seem to stop myself.
His head reared up and his body froze. He narrowed his eyes.
"Stephanie please tell me you did not just call my dick… pretty." He winced as he said it.
"Yes, you have a pretty penis." I burst out laughing.
"Babe."
"A cute cock?" I offered when I caught my breath. "I should get extra points for alliteration."
"Babe!" He released me and stood back, arms crossed and watched me. He looked so offended that I laughed again.
"How about a delectable dick? No? How about… handsome hard-on?" I suggested and continued to giggle. "No… no… I got it. A beautiful boner."
I was holding my stomach; I was laughing so hard. My laughter died a sudden death when I looked at him again. His eyes were almost black with desire and he looked like he wanted to gobble me up in one big juice bite.
"What?" I asked.
"I love you." He told me softly. He stepped back close to me and cupped my face with his large hands. He kissed me lightly on the lips, along my jaw until he reached my ear. His tongue traced my ear and I shivered. When he spoke his voice was low and suggestive. "You are beautiful when you laugh. I want you so much Babe. I want to yank up your skirt and ram my manly member into your pretty pussy over and over until we both come."
I gulped… hard. My panties were ruined. I stopped laughing immediately. I knew we should talk, but it had been so long since he had been inside me. I couldn't think of anything else, but getting his hands on me and him back where he belonged.
Ranger pulled back slightly to look at me. I avoided his eyes and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. He covered my hands with his.
"Babe? Don't you think we should talk about our lists first?" I met his eyes.
"Carlos, you've seen my list. I suspect there's not anything on that list that you can't live with or you wouldn't be here. I seriously doubt that there is anything on your list that is going to send me running away from you." I pulled my hands from his and reached under my skirt to pull my panties off. "Let's talk later."
"Let me take you to bed. It's been so long. I want to take my time."
"No. Right here. Right now." I boldly reached for the snap of his jeans. "Take your time later. Get inside me now. It's been too long."
"Babe, are you sure?" Lord, I don't know where his restraint came from, but mine was gone. I couldn't wait any more. I grabbed two fistfuls of his short and pulled; buttons flew in all directions.
"Carlos, I need you to fuck me right now." I growled and went to work on his jeans. His hands batted mine out of the way so he could do it himself. He lifted my skirt and then me.
"Oh God." I moaned as he entered me in one long, rough stroke. No one had ever filled me like he did. There was an answering groan that I felt rumble through his chest.
"Move." I urged and tried to move against him, but he clamped his hands hard on my hips to keep me still.
"Wait." He pleaded and rested his forehead against the wall next to my head. "Give me a minute." He panted.
"No." I struggled to move and again he kept me immobile. I was so eager for the Ranger-induced orgasm that just out of reach. I flexed my internal muscles around him and felt a shudder run through him.
"No fair." He muttered. I turned to whisper in his ear.
"I missed this Carlos. This is where you belong." Then I bit his earlobe.
"Fuck." He groaned.
"Exactly." I said huskily. "Please Carlos. Please."
He forced himself upright and began to move. First he withdrew slowly and slammed back into me. He held still again.
"Noooo." I whined and he chuckled. I flexed around him again and his chuckled faded.
"Are you ready Babe?"
"Yes, damn it!" I shouted. He switched his hold on me so that my knees were over his elbows and I was spread wide open. I clung to his shoulders. He started to move slowly, he didn't go fast enough or deep enough to satisfy me.
"Look Babe." He urged in a rough whisper and I followed his gaze to where our bodies were joined. I watched in fascination as he slowly slid in and out of me. The sight alone was almost enough to push me over the edge. Almost, but not quite.
"Carlos." I called his name softly. I watched as he raised his head. His eyes were black and there was a tension in his face as he held himself back. "FUCK. ME."
His eyes flared and finally, he bag to move like I needed him to. Fast and oh so hard.
I watched as he buried himself in me over and over again.
I listened as he began to mutter in Spanish.
I enjoyed the play of muscles that rippled underneath his skin that had a sheen of perspiration appear on it.
I heard his harsh breathing as he pounded his body into mine.
I felt all of him as buried himself to the hilt again and again.
I gasped my cries of pleasure; my breath came hard.
And still, I needed something more. I needed to watch him come. The night we'd spent together had been too long ago and I'd been so overwhelmed by all the sensations he'd caused that I hadn't been able to watch his face. I knew from experience that he sometimes liked it a little bit rough. Right then, right there, it was definitely rough and primal.
I slid my hands up to tangle in the silkiness of his hair. I loved the feel of his hair on my skin. I yanked his head back to be able to watch his face. I could tell he was surprised and turned on by my actions. His strokes became impossibly hard. I tightened my grip in his hair.
His Spanish became more guttural and I just knew that I would have blushed if I could have understood what he'd said.
He tilted my hips so that his body crashed into my clit every time he bottomed out inside me.
"Come Carlos." I gasped and pleaded. "Come inside me."
"Dios Babe." He cried and he began to come. I went over the edge with him, calling out his name.
Somehow, I managed to keep my eyes open and they locked with his. Both our bodies began to shake as we came together.
It was a beautiful thing to watch. He was beautiful to watch. He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore and he slammed them shut, threw his head back and roared out my name.
I came again. He collapsed against me and pinned my body to the wall with his own.
Our harsh breathing was the only sound in the apartment.
"Babe." He breathed out next to my ear. "That was…"
"It was." I wheezed. "You can put me down."
"I need a minute." He rested his head next to mine. Eventually, his breathing slowed and he adjusted his hold on me so that my legs were wrapped around him and he could use his hands and arms to brace himself.
I had wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him, afraid that I would slide to the floor.
I pushed is ruined short down his arms and dropped it on the floor. He stood back from the wall and braced me so that he could pull my dress up and over my head. It joined his shirt on the floor. Then he stepped out of his jeans and carried me through the living room.
After a brief stop to pick something off the coffee table, we made it to the bedroom where he dropped whatever it was. He carried me into the bathroom. I hummed as I felt his body's reaction to all of the jostling. He was getting hard again.
He turned on the water and adjusted it before, still holding me, he stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed.
I whimpered in protest as he slid me off of him and set me on my feet. My whimpers at the loss change to ones of pleasure as he washed me from head to toe. And let me tell ya', he didn't miss a spot!
He went down on his knees in front of me and lifted one leg over his shoulder and looked up at me.
"Babe." He murmured lovingly before he put his mouth on me intimately.
TBC
