Bobby Meets Has Match- Chapter 6
This chapter has an "X" rating for smut. I don't write smut that well, but you'll get the point.
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Bobby felt his hand gently slip under Cathy's sweater and bra to the heat of her soft, bare skin. His huge hands closed softly around her warm soft breast, gently rubbing, cupping it in his hand, gently squeezing. He couldn't believe how good her breasts felt in his hand. He had always preferred big breasted women, but Cathy's breasts were just the right size to fill his hands. And he was sure they would fit perfectly in his mouth.
She moaned softly as his huge warm hand caressed her bare breast, his calloused hand against the soft, smooth skin. He took her moan in his mouth as his tongue delved deeply and toyed with hers. He was leaning over her, pinning her to the back cushion of the sofa with his nearness. He felt his biceps straining as he held most of his weight off of her.
Her tongue felt incredible dueling with his. She had one hand caressing his neck and the other was unbuttoning his shirt. When her fingers grazed his bare chest, he damn near stopped breathing. Her fingers were so cool against his burning heat. His dick was straining against his pants, hard as a rock, eager to be set free.
Those little quivers and moans she was making were fucking setting him on fire. He could feel her heart racing under the hand that was caressing her breast. The moans were driving him crazy, and some small part of his mind reminded him that he was supposed to be "not a pig." He pulled her sweater over her shoulders and shrugged out of his shirt.
Cathy stroked lightly down his chest and rock hard abdomen, making him shiver. He had just freed her other breast when she whispered "take me to bed." He grabbed her tightly , and stood up. She wrapped her legs around him. He walked towards the bedroom, pressing her tightly to him. His mouth fastened on her breast and he sucked her hard, as he carried her into the bedroom. He dropped her on the bed, then followed her closely, licking and sucking her breast. Her back arched high to get more of her breast into his mouth. He grabbed her back and held her tightly to him, his face now squashed in her breasts. The thought occurred that damn, suffocating on a woman's breasts would be a damn good way to go.
She was moaning and thrashing under his mouth, close to orgasm already. Damn. She was sensitive. He sucked harder and faster and she writhed in his arms, screaming as she came apart in his arms. Bobby could feel her wetness against his leg, and his dick was so fucking hard it was ready to burst.
Bobby fought the urge to throw her onto the bed and pound into her. Dammit, he was going to be a considerate lover tonight if it killed him. And it just might. She was gasping, "Oh, God , Bobby…" he stifled her with his mouth and his finger plunged into her wetness. Damn. She had had a Brazilian. The smoothness so fucking turned him on. She was trying to pull him up to kiss him, but instead her hands were caressing his head, licking his earlobes.
He gently licked and sucked one breast while his fingers worked their magic on her clit. He loved to listen to the noises she made during sex. She was gasping and sighing and a couple of times she squealed. He loved being in control of her body. He would take her right to the brink with his fingers, then back off and let her down, then back up again. He smirked when he heard, through her gasping breathes, "Bobby, please…" He chuckled. He love to make a woman beg.
"Please what?", he chuckled.
She reached down and he let her put his hand back where she wanted it. "Please don't stop." He decided to oblige, and his fingers worked her clit until she started writhing furiously in his arms.
Cathy writhed under Bobby's huge fingers. The dual sensations of his mouth on her breasts, and his fingers on her clit made such an intense orgasm, she might possibly have momentarily blacked out. She couldn't breathe, as Bobby replaced his fingers with his tongue. Oh, fuck, he was going to orgasm her to death.
Bobby replaced his fingers with his mouth. He wanted to get inside her and pound the fuck into her, but he wanted to make her come again first. His tongue flicked and he gently sucked her already sensitive clit. It was just a minute or so before she started gasping and her hips bucked wildly against his mouth. Her fingers were digging deep gouges in his back.
He licked her clit until that orgasm had subsided, then started to ease himself… oh, fuck. The one tiny part of his mind that was still capable of rational thought remembered that he didn't have a condom. He hadn't brought one, so that he would have to force himself to be a gentleman and not have sex tonight. So much for sex. He was trying to force his dick out when Cathy waved a foil package in front of him. Thank God.
She was so small and he was a very huge man in all areas, including his dick. He didn't usually fuck small women, and he was afraid she wouldn't be able to take all of him. He rolled over, and pulled her on top of him, then gently lifted her and put her on his dick. He shouted out and thought he'd die from the sensation of his dick sliding up her. She was so fucking tight and wet. He pulled her about halfway down his dick, then stopped, letting her take over. He thought his head might explode as she quickly sat and took all of him into her. She started thrusting up and down, her boobs bouncing. It was fucking amazing, but too slow. Bobby put his huge hands on her waist and bounced her up and down , fast and hard on him. He rolled them over so he was on top, and thrust hard into her, all the way. His arm muscles strained from the effort of holding himself off of her as he thrust. He tried to prolong it, but her last squeeze took him over the edge and they both yelled as he thrust hard and came inside her, his arms releasing as he collapsed onto her.
For a few minutes, they just lay there, panting from the amazing sex. Bobby's huge warm body was pressed to hers and Cathy could feel his heart racing on top of hers. Her mind wasn't really working very well, she seemed to be just floating. Bobby had literally fucked her senseless.
He must have finally realized that the was squashing her, because he rolled over and brought her on top of him. Neither of them said anything, they just lay there, her body pressed tightly against his, her head on his shoulder, his fingers gently stroking her hair. She kissed him gently and tasted herself. Cathy wasn't exactly sure, but she remembered at least four orgasms. She lay there, reveling in the afterglow in Bobby's arms, felt his heart slow under her head as she drifted off into a contented sleep.
Cathy awoke slightly, and stretched, reaching out to caress the warm man next to her. Her arms reached out, but there was no warm man. She opened her eyes, and saw that Bobby's side of the bed was empty. She buried her face in the pillow and it smelled like him. She glanced over to the bathroom door. It was open and the apartment was completely quiet. No biggie, he was a SEAL, used to being quiet. She got up and put on her robe to find the rest of the apartment empty as well. The smell of coffee drew her to the kitchen. Bobby had made coffee for her, and next to the coffee pot was a brown bag containing one huge breakfast burrito from the little place down the street. One of the Rangeman business cards was propped against the coffee pot, the back covered with bold scrawl.
Cathy,
I had a wonderful time last night. You are so beautiful and amazing. Enjoy breakfast. I'll call you later.
Bobby
Cathy fingered the card for a minute, then hunger overcame her and she delved into the burrito. She sat at the table and wondered about Bobby. I mean, maybe it was her, but she expected him to be there in the morning. Otherwise, it was just a cheap sex thing , right? But Bobby had been all about her last night. He had been so amazing and considerate. Why leave before morning? She noted that he had even managed to lock the new deadbolt. Now how the hell had he done that from the outside? She knew he didn't have a key. He'd given her both of them.
She fingered the note again. Getting her breakfast was sweet. But why leave? If he had to go to work or something, why not wake her up and say goodbye first? She had enjoyed last night, and Bobby seemed to genuinely like her as much as she liked him, so why sneak out in the middle of the night like you are ashamed or something.
Cathy still felt the tingling in her body from the intense Bobby-induced orgasms of the night before. He had been so sweet and considerate. She would not get pissed at him for now. Maybe he had a good reason. Lets see if he really did call her. THAT would be the true test of weather he cared for her or not.
Lester was actually bandaging up a small gash on Bobby's arm. That was a switch. Lester was usually the one getting gashed, and Bobby was always so careful. Bobby had broken a window to get inside of a skip's house, and had not cleared the pane of the glass pieces before he climbed through, leaving gashes on his arm and side.
Lester finished cleaning the gashes. "Are you fucking stupid all of a sudden? That was a rookie mistake. Even a 10 year old knows that."
Bobby knew it was a stupid, rookie mistake that even a 10 year old wouldn't have made. He didn't need reminding. He couldn't concentrate on the simplest things today.
" I know. I just can't fucking concentrate."
Lester looked surprised. " Didn't you see Cathy last night? What's the matter? Didn't you get laid?"
Bobby did not want to be telling Lester about his sex life.
"That isn't it."
"So you DID get laid!" , Lester yelled triumphantly. He stopped in the middle of bandaging Bobby's arm and whipped out a paper. Damn! HE had chosen last night as the night Bobby would bang Cathy in the poll.
"Shit, Bobby. You and your cock have made me a lot of money."
Bobby ripped the page out of his hands. " Shut up, asshole."
Lester came and finished bandaging Bobby. " So, I understand you being all unfocused and shit if you were horny. But if you DID get laid, then what the hell is your problem?"
Bobby looked at Lester. They were friends, and he knew Lester loved him like a brother, but Lester could usually be an ass. Bobby usually confided in Lester about a lot of things. But when it came to sex and women, Lester never knew when to be discreet or when to quit. Bobby sure as hell didn't want to confide in him- not about this. But even Lester knew when enough was enough, and Bobby was seriously distracted by whatever it was.
Lester sat next to Bobby on the curb and put his arm around his shoulders in a ' male bonding" fashion.
"What couldn't you get it up or something? Does she suck in bed? What?'
Bobby wanted to smack Lester. His dick was almost half again the size of Lester's , so who was telling who about getting it up.
" Well, I didn't want to have sex with her last night in the first place, because I really like her and I don't want just sex. I want a relationship."
Lester snorted at that, then waited for Bobby to go on.
" But she was so fucking hot and I just couldn't keep my hands off of her. And she was all over me. It was earth shattering sex."
Lester looked puzzled. To him, the earth shattering sex was all that mattered."Then, what the fuck is the problem?"
" I stayed for awhile until she fell asleep, then I left in the middle of the night.."
'So what's the problem. I do that all the time."
"Yeah, YOU do that. With your woman of the hour that you only want to fuck. I want more than that from Cathy. But now she is going to think I am an ass for not staying the night. She'll think all I want is sex."
"So why didn't you spend the night , then?" Lester almost shuddered as he said the words "Spend the night."
Bobby gave Lester a hard look. " you know why."
Lester knew why. He had the same problem , too. A LOT more than he cared to. He knew Bobby had problems with it. Not that they had ever discussed it in depth. In fact, to his knowledge neither of them had discussed the issue with anyone EVER. It wasn't something soldiers liked to discuss, even with friends.
"So now you are worried that she'll think you are a pig who just wants sex because you didn't stay the night."
Lester would have made a joke, but he could see that Bobby was really upset about it. He really wanted Cathy to like him.
" I left a note, though. And I brought her breakfast. I didn't just disappear without a trace. So I'm not a total pig." Bobby was trying to make himself feel better.
" How do you know its going to be a problem?, " Lester asked.
"Because its always a problem in that situation. More than I'd like it to be."
Lester knew it was pointless, but he had to ask. " Have you seen anyone about it?"
'Fuck no. ," Bobby cried. "Its not exactly something I want to talk about."
""Its nothing to be ashamed of either," Lester argued. Except that to guys like he and Bobby, any weakness was shameful. Even weakness that wasn't their fault.
" Look, just call her today. Tell her you had a great time, but you needed to leave to get to work. How will she know you had a couple of hours in there that you could have spent snuggling with her?"
Bobby didn't want to lie to her. He liked her too much.
"And invite her to your place next time. "
"It can still be a problem there, except it isn't as bad., usually."
Lester gathered up the first aid kit supplies.
"And Ranger will kick your ass when he finds out you made such an asinine mistake." Lester grinned, back to joking now that the serious moments were over.
They drove back to Rangeman each in their customary Rangeman 'zones".
As soon as they got back to the office, Bobby found some privacy to call Cathy.
Lester pulled out his poll sheet and went around the office to all the guys, collecting the money he'd won.
