Unapologize
By: PricklySare
Chapter Six-- Steph's POV
I knew I looked like sex on legs, but I still felt my breath tripping as I waiting for Ranger's response to my open challenge. Instead of answering me with his typical raised eyebrow, or single 'Babe', I watched as he pushed himself off the edge of the breakfast bar and stalked toward me. My body had the sudden desire to run away; the whole fight or flight instinct was taking over and it was most definitely in flight mode. His body was all fluid grace, sleek and dangerously sexy. His muscles flowed under his smooth mocha latte skin and made me want to dig my nails into him—along with my teeth. He was like a large cat, silent, graceful, and deadly. Instead of claws, however, he carried two guns and a knife. I felt my panties soak through.
His beautiful eyes were as black as midnight, dilated with his need for me. His arousal was plain to see, and obviously painful in the confines of his cargoes. My skin tingled like electricity was flowing along it, and the feeling got stronger the closer he came to me. By the time he stopped, he was completely in my personal space and I couldn't think of a reason why that should bother me. His scent filled my nose, and I could taste him on my tongue. The distinct fragrance of Ranger toyed with my senses like a heady elixir. I could make millions if I could bottle it. 'Essence of Ranger', a deep bouquet of man with over tones of Bulgari. Shit. Focus, Steph. I was thinking myself straight to the edge of orgasm, and he hadn't even touched me... or spoken.
Our lips were a breath a part. So close that all I'd have to do is take a deep breath and we'd be plastered together like twin embryos. What?! Where the hell did that analogy come from? Best to not think about that. My eyes focused on his mouth when he said, "I want nothing more than to bury myself so far inside you that you taste me on your tongue. I want to fill you up and claim you as mine, chain you to me for all eternity; and never let you forget that my cock is the only cock to give you what you want."
Ohmygod. I'm pretty sure that my mind failed right then and that I am right now sitting in a vegetative state, being watched over by Nurse Ratchet. When my brain began functioning again it locked on to the most improbable phrase, and my heart and hormones did a small happy dance. Did he say all eternity? Holy Hot flash and mind blowing orgasm of death, Batman! Without conscious thought my hormones, and my body mutinied against my brain-- the same brain that wasn't firing on all cylinders-- and my heart which was going to get a painful beat down when things became clear again-- and suddenly I was wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me.
When my lips moved, the little piece of sanity that was still locked inside of me screamed 'Stop! What the hell are you doing?', but the rest of my mutinying body ignored it. "Then do it. Ruin me for all men, like you promised. Make me forget that any other guy has ever touched me. Fill me, mark me, make me yours," I said before claiming his mouth in a brutal, bruising kiss that expressed every emotion, desire, and need that I had kept locked inside me for the last few years.
The moment our lips touched I thought I might die on the spot from the immense pleasure of it. I bit his lip and felt his arms band around me pulling us together from shoulders to knees. We were so close together that paper couldn't slide between us. I caressed his tongue with mine, reveling in the smooth texture as it sent heat waves through my body. The moan that tore from his throat did nothing to dampen the fires that were burning inside of me.
His hands were on my thighs, rubbing and caressing them up and down, up and down; slowly inching their way closer to the wet heat that was building between my legs. I needed him there. Spreading my legs I invited him to explore my inner heat, to tame, to torment, and to please it with his strong hands. I needed him inside me, I needed this closeness. Even if tomorrow I woke up alone with my heart once again broken, Wonder Woman Stephanie was going to thrive with this new found power and revel in it. I was going to take what I could and damn the consequences of my actions. I'd deal with them later. Right now, the only thing that mattered was tasting him, feeling him, claiming him. For tonight he was mine. Tomorrow was soon enough to face reality—or denial.
My body was humming with need when he slid his hand between my thighs and slipped a finger between my sopping folds. "Dios, Babe," he said as his hand caressed and tormented me making me crazy with need. "I need to be in you. I need to feel you, now." Power coursed through me, and I was heady with the knowledge. I had every intention of having his rock hard cock inside of me, but right now I was going to torment him, drive him crazy with need, and blow his mind.
Without speaking I fisted one hand into his silky hair and stroked my other hand down his chest and across his straining erection, before trailing it back up to unhook his utility belt. The muffled sound of the belt hitting the floor sent a feeling of satisfaction through me that was eclipsed by the sensation of his cock springing free from the confines of its tight prison. I drug my nails down his chest, across his hips and over his thighs as I worked my way down his body to his throbbing cock. At that moment my only desire was to wrap my lips around the massive head and taste him.
Swatting his hands away when he tried to pull me up, tried to take charge; I said, "No, I want this," before I wrapped my lips around him and began to torment him with my lips, teeth, and tongue. The taste of his cock was enough to make me cum and I couldn't help the wetness that squirted from me as I felt my first orgasm run through my body.
I felt his legs tense and ignored my desire to smile when he shouted, "Fuck!" I continued to torment him, to lick him, to enjoy every inch of his massive cock. I paid close attention to his slit, reveling in the taste that leaked from it, and to the large vein that ran down the underside of his shaft. It wasn't long before I felt his balls begin to tighten, and his voice was full of passion when he said, "Babe, I'm so close and I don't want to cum this way. I have to cum inside you...Please, Babe." It was a heady feeling to be able to make a man as controlled as Ranger, beg for his release.
I released his cock with a satisfying pop and rose to my feet. If I was going to do this and risk my heart breaking again, I was going to make sure it was a night he wouldn't soon forget. I was going to ruin him for all women. Take that, Batman! Grabbing his hand I led him toward the breakfast bar overcome with the erotic images that were running through my head. Thinking about him fucking me on the counter made the ball of lust curling in my body grow. I needed this man, and I needed him now. Reigning in my desire I continued to play with my new found power. "You have to cum inside me?" I asked with a wicked little smile playing across my lips. "What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do to feel my hot, tight, wetness wrapped around your hard naked cock, since I'm guessing you're not planning on hunting down a condom first." I'm sure tomorrow I'd be appalled by the words I was saying, things that if my mother ever found out would mean a definite end to dessert for the remainder of my life.
It crossed my mind that I wasn't worried about a lack of condoms, even though I'd quit taking birth control after Joe's and my last breakup. Here I was, in my thirties, single and getting ready to have unprotected sex. The 'Burg grapevine will have a hay day if I end up pregnant. Sure, I was in love with Ranger, but it wasn't even an hour ago that he told me his situation hadn't changed. Admit it, Stephanie. You don't care what the 'Burg thinks. You want a little Ranger. That thought was followed by the realization that he didn't seem to be worried about it either. Especially when he suddenly picked me up by my hips, placed me on the counter and in the blink of an eye had my panties moved and his hard, pulsing cock sheathed completely to the hilt inside of me. "Oh, God!"
My nails dug into his shoulders and I couldn't stop the screams that started escaping my lips, "Harder! Please, God, please. I need it harder. I want to feel you so far inside me. Please. Please. Please. Please."
He slammed into me again, asking, "You want it harder, Babe?" Yes, I wanted it harder. The feeling of his cock inside me again was the greatest feeling ever. It was like an all you can eat cake buffet and I was the only person eating. My hormones were shouting their rendition of the Hallelujah chorus and I was holding on to Ranger's body like a barnacle. His hands were branding me as the held onto me, and I knew there would be bruises later, but all I could feel was the erotic sensations flowing through my body. He could cover me with bruises as long as he never stopped fucking me. The sound of his voice sent another gush of wetness around him, "If you want it, you're going to have to tell me. What do you want, Babe? What do you need?"
Wasn't it obvious what I wanted? He wasn't actually expecting me to form words, was he? I was riding a sexual high that was just getting better and better each time he thrust inside of me. I focused on the question and tried to form a coherent sentence. "Yooooooou!" I gasped. Okay, so it wasn't a long sentence, but I was lucky I got my voice to work at all. I tried again, "I need you...to...make...me...cum...Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, Please!"
"Open your eyes for me, Babe." Now, he wanted me to open my eyes? My eyes were closed? When did that happen? The feelings flowing through me were too amazing to worry about opening my eyes so I let them remain shut; besides, it's not like he would stop if I didn't open them. I wanted to moan in defeat when he slowed down his pace. No! Not fair! "If you don't open your eyes, you won't be cumming, Babe," Fuck.
I forced my eyes to open, even though I really didn't want to. "Please, Carlos. Please, let me cum." I whimpered. I was so close that I was beyond caring who was in control anymore. I just needed to find my release, and to feel his release coating the inside of my walls. A feeling that I hadn't experienced yet. I'd never trusted Joe enough, and Dickie wasn't ready for kids when we were married. Honestly, I never thought I'd want kids, so this sudden acceptance was something I'd have to think more on later.
Ranger started slamming in and out of me over and over again. Something had changed when I said his name, and now he was pounding into me like a wild man. I was moaning with every thrust and willing the ball of need to explode so that I could have the release I so desperately needed. "That's right, Babe. You like that, don't you?"
"Yes, God, Yes!" I yelled, slipping my hands under his tee-shirt. I needed to feel his skin under my hands, needed to dig my nails into the flesh of his shoulders—just another way to mark him as mine. I was so close to orgasm, the need was almost blinding in its intensity and it was getting ready to boil over and take me with it. The orgasm that crashed through my body was like nothing I'd ever experienced before; there was an intensity to it that bordered on the primal. "Fuck, Carlos!" I screamed as my walls clenched around his pulsing cock.
Ranger's guttural, "Holy shit, Babe." filled the room and bounced off the walls as I felt his hot release coat my trembling walls as they continued to milk him until he was empty. I weakly nodded against his shoulder, unable move more than that. I buried my nose between his neck and shoulder and inhaled the scent that was pure him. A scent that I would remember until the day I died, and would always remind me of how much I loved him. Running my hands up and down his back I allowed my mind to wander while I enjoyed the feel of him inside me for a few moments longer. All too soon, I knew reality would force its way back in and I'd be forced to deal with the aftermath of my actions.
"Babe--" Ranger began before his phone rang. "Fuck," he swore as he reached for it. Saved by the phone. I wasn't ready to deal with the same old conversation about his life and relationships. At least this time, he couldn't send me back to Joe. Just then my phone began ringing across the room. Huh. I heard him growl into the phone, "Talk," as I went to grab my own phone.
"Yo," I said.
"You've been hanging out with Ranger and his men too much, Steph. You're starting to sound like them."
"What can I say, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," I said, laughing. "What's up, Connie?"
"Lula and I were talking and decided that we haven't seen enough of you recently, so we're having a girls' night tonight. We're going to hit up that new club, Diablo that everyone's been talking about."
"Yeah, I think I can handle that. I'm doing a distraction tonight there for Ranger, so that will work out well," I told her. I was actually kind of excited at the thought of having a girls' night. Connie was right; I hadn't seen much of them recently. It would also be good to have plans so I didn't do something stupid and beg Ranger to take me home with him. The smart thing would be to start putting some distance between us so that he wouldn't feel the need to remind me about his view on relationships. "What time are you guys planning on meeting up?" I asked.
"We were planning on midnight. Work for you?" Out of the corner of my eye I watched Ranger straighten his clothes before wrapping his strong arms around me, pulling me tightly against his chest. I felt my insides turn a little more into mush and held back the sigh of contentment that wanted to escape. "Yeah, sounds good. We should be done by then."
"On a side note, your sister called a little while ago, and she invited herself along too," Connie stated. I could practically hear the 'Burg eye roll she was performing. My sister, Val and I had never been overly close growing up, and once she moved back to Trenton after her husband left her for the babysitter our differences became glaringly obvious when faced with them up close and personal. Sure, she saved my ass when Abruzzi was working his way through the 'torture Stephanie Plum special', but that only reinforced out differences. Now, several years later and we're still as different as night and day, as different as me being the 'Bombshell Bounty Hunter', and she being Mrs. Kloughn. There is nothing more different than that.
I had to ponder for a moment what the hell could my sister be up to. She's not much of one for hanging out, and choosing to hang out with me at a popular nightspot had my spidey senses tingling. "Val's coming too? Are you sure?" I was really hoping it was a joke, and that it wasn't something that was going to bite me in the ass later on.
"Positive. She seemed really determined to spend time with you tonight." Oh goodie. I tried to hold in a sigh, but I'm pretty sure it broke free anyway.
"Okay. I've gotta go. Work to do. I'll meet you at Diablo tonight at midnight. Bye."
I caught the raise eyebrow that Ranger gave me in question right before he said, "Babe, hot date tonight?" Ha, yeah. With my shower massager when I got home. Sex with Ranger was amazing, but the problem with amazing sex is the continual need for it. My shower massager has been receiving a work out for years now. It's just sad.
"No, no hot date. Girls night...with my sister of all people coming along." I gave in to my need for comfort and wrapped my arms around his waist resting my head against his hard chiseled chest. "I'm not looking forward to that part," I said before letting out another sigh. I really needed to stop it with the sighing. Pretty soon I'm going to start hyperventilating from the lack of oxygen. That'd be really great. My body chose that moment to mutiny again and before I realized it, my mouth was moving and I had no control over the words that were rolling out. "You know...if you were interested, maybe you and the guys could come back and hang out with us. Early enough so that maybe we could have a dance or two. Be a shame to waste this dress..." My voice trailed off as my brain finally caught up with my mouth. Holy shit, that wasn't supposed to come out, I was supposed to be putting distance between us, not purposely bringing us closer together. Shit.
"I'm interested," he said, placing a kiss on my head. "More than, actually." I tipped my head back to look at him and smiled. The intense look of desire on his face caused me to unintentionally lick my lips. "Playing with fire, Babe, and we don't have time for another round. We're late already. The guys are getting restless."
Late? Huh? Then it dawned on me. The take down that I was supposed to be distracting on. "Holy shit, Ranger!" I yelped as I ran to the bathroom. I knew that my hair would be a mess, my makeup was probably done, and I'm sure I looked like I had just been completely and deliberately fucked. Shit. When I looked in the mirror I was surprised to note that I really didn't look that bad. A minor touch up on my makeup, and a little fluffing of my hair and I was good to go.
Returning from the bathroom I said, "Okay, I'm ready. Let's not keep the guys waiting."
"Babe, forgetting something?" Ranger asked me when I was halfway to the door.
I did a mental inventory and couldn't think of anything that I had forgotten to grab. "Uhh?" I said. My stellar conversation skills never cease to amaze me sometimes.
"Wire, Babe," he said, holding up the transmitter and mic that would be placed on me so the guys could monitor my interactions with the FTA.
"Oh, right," I said. Duh, Stephanie. How many of these distraction jobs have you done now? Geez. "Well, Batman, you going to wire me or should I wait for one of the Merry Men?" Wonder Woman and her balls of steel... or maybe that would be vagina of steel... strikes again! I thought laughing to myself.
A possessive growl escaped Ranger's lips and his voice was deep when he said, "Mine," as he stalked toward me. "I don't share, Babe." A tremor of pure lust flashed through my body at his words. It amazes me just how often the caveman routine seems to wet my panties and make me want to straddle Ranger's hips and impale myself on his hard, thick length. His hand slipping into my shirt and grazing against my breast as he placed the wire wasn't helping my already fully alert hormones either. The man's hands were magic and everywhere he touched caught fire. I kept expecting my shirt to burst into flames and turn to ash around me. When he removed his hand, following the same torturous path I shuddered with need. "Babe, you are so beautiful when you're aroused," he said before laying a gentle kiss on my bruised and needy lips; "And knowing that I'm the one who caused it makes me so hard that I want nothing more than to bury myself inside you and never leave."
Hello spontaneous combustion, I've been expecting you. It was definitely time to head out or else the FTA was going to get away, and the guys would never let me live it down. "Good to know, Batman. Now let's go get this done. I've got plans for tonight," I said smiling.
"Sounds promising," was Ranger's husky reply as he walked me out the door. Tonight was going to be interesting and I could only hope that my recently fucked body would help get the FTA back into the system before midnight, and that my sister really did want to hang out with me, and didn't have ulterior motives. Yeah, and Dickie wasn't really fucking Joyce on our brand new dining room table.