Unapologize

By: PricklySare

Chapter Three-- Ranger's POV

By the time Steph finished moaning her way through dinner and dessert my pants were uncomfortably tight and I was rethinking throwing her against the wall and having my way with her, consequences be damned. I'm the guy who is known for his god-like control, or at least I was known for it. I'm not sure I've got control left anymore. I once told her that I had all the muscle, but she had all the power, and she really does. What makes her so amazing though, is that she still doesn't realize it. I'm not sure she ever will. Hell, if she did realize it, then I'd be in a world of hurt—not just physically, either.

We cleaned up our dishes, rinsing them and placing them in the sink for Ella. A difficult task when I've got a truly painful hard-on pressing against my cargoes. I needed to take a shower and follow Steph's lead. If I didn't relieve the tension, I was going to do something I couldn't fix. I couldn't offer her our 'someday' yet, and she wouldn't accept anything less than all of me. Space. I needed some space. "I'm going to hop in the shower. Your outfit for tonight is hanging in the dressing room. We leave in ninety minutes." I told her as I head to the bedroom. I stopped before I reached it and turned back around. It's like I had no control of my own body. I walked back over to her and pulled her to me so that our bodies were flush against each other. Leaning down I did exactly what I wanted to do in the elevator, and plundered her mouth like a starving man at a feast.

Her taste is like the sweetest dessert, and the most potent liquor combined. When her tongue brushed against mine I could feel my own beast wake up and let out a cry of need. Her heart was beating so hard that I could feel it against my chest, and when she moaned into my greedy mouth it was like the sweetest caress. She was mine. I knew it, she knew it, Hell, the cop and everyone else knew it too. Damn the government. Damn my responsibilities.

I reluctantly pulled my lips from hers and closed my eyes at her whimper of loss. I wanted to whimper from the loss—or at least growl my frustrations to the sky. Touching her, tasting her, being near her, is my salvation. My sanity. She is my life. My soul and she doesn't even know it. Yet. With a deep breath I released my hold of her and stepped back. I really needed that shower now.

Her finger traced her swollen lips, and she looked dazed and aroused when I turned and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind me. I definitely needed relief now. My clothes were shed with an economy of motion and dropped into the hamper, before I turned the shower on, setting the temperature to just below boiling. When the first needles of spray hit my aroused body I inhaled sharply. It wasn't going to take much at all to send me over the edge.

Grabbing my shower gel I squeezed some into my hand and began stoking my already hard cock up and down. In my mind I could feel the soft textures of Steph's hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and the hot silkiness of her mouth as she slowly took me inside, licking, kissing, and sucking at my tender flesh. I slid one hand down to grasp my balls and began massaging them while my other hand continued to glide up and down, squeezing harder each time it reached the tip.

My release was building, I could feel it curling low in my abdomen and I began pulling on my balls, working them with my hand while the hand wrapped around my cock started pumping faster. Memories of our one night together flashed through my mind, the way she felt when I was buried to the hilt inside her, the way she trembled under me as she shattered around me, milking every last ounce of cum from me, screaming my name like she was worshiping a deity. In bed she was pure ecstasy, a drug so potent that I was left wanting more.

Releasing my balls I slid my hand around and began applying pressure to my puckered hole, slowly dipping my finger inside the tight walls. I slowly slid my finger in and out, each time working it in a little farther until I felt my prostate. I continued applying pressure to the bundle of nerves each time my finger made contact with it. The hand wrapped around my cock started pumping faster, in time with my finger and I leaned my forehead against the tiles in preparation for my release. The ball of tension in my abdomen was growing tighter and tighter, coiling like a spring. With a blinding intensity the orgasm washed over me and I tried to bite back the shout of release that exploded from my lips, much like the cum exploded from my cock. It was a useless exercise, and my shout bounced back at me from the walls of the shower. Holy Shit.

OnceI could function again, I grabbed the pouf adding shower gel to it and began washing my body. Now that I'd released the tension that had been building in my body all day I felt calmer, ready to face my Babe who was getting ready to once again strut her stuff and lead an FTA back into the system. I quickly rinsed, turned off the water and ran a towel across my body before wrapping it around my waist.

When I opened the door I knew exactly where she was. I could feel her, like there was an energy radiating from her. She was wearing a ruby red lace bra that left her nipples bare and a matching scrap of lace covered her mound. Her legs were covered with black lace topped thigh highs that had the sexiest seam up the back. I thought I was going to pass out when I realized that her stockings were being held up by a ruby red garter belt that erotically framed her sex. The strappy spike heels on her feet made her legs look impossibly long and made me want to beg her to wrap them around me. Her back was to me and I tried to convince myself to go into the dressing room, but my body wasn't listening to me. I knew the second she realized I was in the room. She caressed her neck with her hand and then looked over her shoulder with a saucy little smile and asked, "See something you like, Ranger?"

My mouth was like the Sahara, and I couldn't swallow. I had never had a reaction to someone like that. I stood frozen to the spot. If a madman came in loaded for bear, I'm not sure I would have been able to move. I'm pretty sure that as long as she was standing there in those lacy scraps designed to torture a man, that I would be unable to defend myself, or anyone else—and I'm pretty sure I didn't care. I was feeling like a teenager who was seeing his first naked, or at least semi-naked woman. Snap out of it, Manoso!

I let a grin cover my face; a grin I knew shifted me firmly from prey to predator. Hunted, to hunter. Oh yes, I most definitely saw something I wanted. "Babe." I said, enjoying the sight before me. Her eyes widened and her tongue peeked out long enough to glide quickly across her bottom lip. I stifled a groan and waited. "Your choice. Always has been, always will be."

The internal battle she was having with herself played across her face like a movie. I watched as she struggled with her desire, struggled with her fear, and struggled with her emotions. Finally she looked at me; bottom lip rolled into her mouth, and said, "Has your situation changed?"

"No." It hadn't. It would in a year, but that was a year. Twelve long months when anything could happen. I could get called up again and disappear for months, or forever. That is no life for her.

"Then I guess my choice is to go into the bathroom and finish getting ready. Don't want to keep the FTA waiting." she said as she skirted around me closing the bathroom door firmly behind her.

Way to go, Manoso. It's time to focus; you've got a job to do. I looked down at the towel around my waist. So much for relieving the tension. It was back in force and once again my cock was painfully hard. "Fuck."