Brook is a tall, beautiful police officer from Montana visiting a friend in San Diego. Very much a modern woman who knows what she wants, she hasn't had sex in 19 days and is climbing the walls. She meets Lance, the consummate player, in a bar. Lance is a handsome Navy SEAL and used to scoring, and dumping, any girl he wants. Brook is no easy score, and she throws Lance off his game.

CHAPTER 1: AIR CONDITIONER

LANCE

I see a member from my SEAL team talking with the beautiful "Barbie" doll. She shakes her head and suddenly he walks away. He must have really screwed up, because no man in his right mind walks away from a woman like that. I don't waste one second thinking about it because this is my chance. I'm tall but not physically imposing like my buddy. However, I've never had a problem meeting women. And I LOVE women.

"Hi, I'm Lance."

"Hey Lance, I'm Brook."

"I don't mean to be too forward, but you are stunning. I don't know what the other guy was thinking when he walked away from you, but his loss, my gain."

"Yeah, that didn't really work out. What's your deal? Anything I should know about? Wife? Girlfriend? STD?"

"Wow, you cut to the chase. Negative on all of the above. Also negative on drugs, cigarettes, and dogs that aren't house-trained. And I know how to cook and to do my own laundry."

"Those are all big selling points. Are you like all the other guys here—a SEAL?"

"Sure am. Been doing it several years and love it. How about you?"

"I'm a cop, former military police. Love it most of the time."

"Impressive. Remind me not to mess with you."

"What if I want you to mess with me?"

"That's a different story. How would you like me to mess with you?"

BROOK

"I'd like you to be creative and mess with me until I scream."

His jaw drops a little, then he regains his composure and smirks, "I think I can take on that challenge. When were you thinking?"

"How about now?"

"C'mon." He takes my hand and leads me out of the bar.

Finally! I'm going to break my dry spell.

LANCE

My heart is beating so fast I'm having a hard time hearing through the rush in my ears. I've never had a woman come on this hard this fast, especially a woman like this. With her heels off, she's got to be close to my height, and I can't wait to get her legs wrapped around me or, better yet, spread in front of me. My car is parked on the far side of the parking lot, and when we get there I push her back against the passenger side door.

"I'm going to start messing with you right now."

She smiles, "Really? How?"

"You need a man's touch." I take both of her hips in my hands and pull her toward me. I slide my hands up and run them across her mid-drift while I nuzzle her collarbone. I hear her gasp when I run my teeth down the sensitive underside of her neck. I lick my way up until I get to her mouth. I don't kiss her, just rest my lips on hers. I grab her ass and pull her pelvis into my hard-on.

"Feel what you do to me," I whisper into her mouth. "I live 20 minutes from here. In just over 20 minutes, you're going to be screaming my name while I pound you with this. You want to scream? You want to be messed with? I can meet you on both counts."

She already looks turned on. This girl needs a good fuck.

"Take your panties off."

"What?"

"Take your panties off."

"Now?
"Yes."

"Here? In the parking lot?"

"Do it, or I'll do it for you."

She looks around, afraid she'll be seen, then reaches up under her skirt and pulls down the cutest white lace thong with pink hearts all over it. My dick is officially at attention.

I take them and enjoy a nice long inhale. Smells like sex. And woman. We are going to have a good time.

BROOK

Lance has put my thong in his jeans pocket, so I get in his car without them. He starts driving and it dawns on me, What if this guy is some creepy axe murderer or something? I text my friend who knows him:

"Heading to Lance's house. Is he safe?"

"He's a total player, has probably slept with half the women at the bar, but he's a good guy. Just cocky. On the plus side, he's probably good in bed."

Not an axe murderer, excellent.

Lance looks over and smiles, "Checking me out?"

"Just want to let my friends know I left."

"Mm-hm, and make sure I'm not going to abduct you."

"Actually, I was hoping you would abduct me. For a while, at least. I have a feeling we're going to have some fun together."

He chuckles. "Speaking of fun, pull your skirt up to your waist."

Things just got fun. I pull my skirt up and my bare pussy is exposed each time we go by a street light.

"Spread your legs, but don't touch yourself."

I do as he asks and am curious where this is going.

He turns on the air conditioning full-blast and points the vents straight at my pussy. I didn't realize I was already so wet until the air starts drying me out. How good that blast of air feels. It's blowing straight on my clit and making me want to massage it. My knees are splayed, one touching the door, one touching the console, and I would spread farther still if I could.

I reach down to rub myself and Lance says, "Uh-huh, no touching yourself. Allow me." Without moving his eyes from the road, he licks his fingers on his right hand and reaches down to run circles around my clit. He tweaks the hood until the sensitive bud pops out. I am moaning and raising my ass off the seat, desperate for more friction. He shifts his hand so his thumb is tapping on my clit while he slides two fingers inside me. They are long, smooth fingers. He slides his fingers in and out of me to a rhythm that moves faster and faster to mimic the rise and fall of my hips, then he bends in the middle finger to massage by g-spot. His thumb is running laps around my clit to the same rhythm as his fingers, and I am done for.

My cream lubes his seat as the world slows down. All that is left is his thumb and fingers, my clit and my g-spot, all focused on making my body quiver and ache with pleasure. I am inarticulate, mumbling, "Yes, yes, Lance, fuck it baby, fuck that pussy," and bucking into his hand to draw my orgasm out. This man knows what he's doing and knows not to stop until I'm all the way down. He reads my body well and can tell that I'm going off again. He continues to pump my pussy for more liquid, letting it ooze onto his fingers and the seat. He grinds into my clit with the extra pressure it now needs.

I finish with, "Thank you, I needed that. You have no idea."

He laughs, "Actually, I do have an idea, because I need it too, and it's my turn next."

CHAPTER 2: SAY PLEASE

LANCE

It took forever to get home. Watching Brook with her legs parted was killing me. This woman is hot. She's not like the other girls: a "wham bam" isn't going to satisfy her. I spent most of the drive thinking about what I could do that would be special to her. I have a feeling I'm going to want to see her again.

Once again, my roommate and fellow teammate Paco has left the place trashed: pizza boxes and beer cans litter the coffee table. I'm embarrassed, but she doesn't seem to care.

"Wow, you have three sofas and two recliners?"

"Yeah, this house is kind of party central for my squad. We get together here a lot."

"I can see that."

She loses interest in talk fast. She's here to fuck.

"May I use your bathroom?"

"Sure," wait a minute...did Paco leave that trashed too? "Just a sec." Ok, all clear.

"Bathroom is all yours."

I'm not sure what to do with myself. Clothes on, clothes off? Overhead light, bedside light? I literally never feel this way with a chick. I'm always self-assured and at ease. Brook brings out the boy in me.

She comes out 100% butt naked. My thoughts are flooding at me: blonde Amazon, holy hot Barbie, pussy, pussy, pussy, must fuck now.

I must be a deer in the headlights because she laughs: "Let me make this a little easier on you." She points at my pants and orders, "Off." If I'm going to take those off, might as well take it all off. I strip with her standing there watching me. When I'm done she tells me, "Don't move." My dick is sticking straight out, and I want to bellow, "What next?" but I wait patiently.

She walks a circle around me, apparently checking me out, and licks her lips, "Mm mm mm, I am going to have a good time with you." I picture myself on a platter like prime rib and I'm suddenly very worried. And excited. The precum starts dripping down my head. Something has to happen soon that involves my dick or I'm going to lose my mind.

Finally, she stands in front of me, brings her lips to my mouth, and bites my bottom lip. I open my mouth for a kiss and she draws in my tongue for a hard, sharp slurp. "Lance, I know you're a player. But I am going to suck and fuck the hell out of you, and when we're done, you're going to beg me to come back tomorrow. And I may or may not do that. Do you understand?"

I feel like I should say "Yes ma'am," but I'm not ready to demean myself that much. So I leave it at, "Let's see about that." She grins at me, "Let's."

BROOK

I've been with my fair share of men. I love men. I love turning them on. I love getting them off. I especially love men like Lance, who think they're such hot players and have never met a match of their own. I'm going to give Lance a night to remember, not just because he needs to meet his match but also because I genuinely like him. I want to pleasure him, hear him moan, and watch him come unglued.

"Don't move, don't sit, don't lie down. Just stand there."

His dick is popping straight out, and it is gorgeous. He's tall and muscular, and his dick reflects his size, long and thick. It's crawling with purple veins that make me think of all the blood coursing through it. The head is red; he's about to explode with desire. There's a healthy river of precum dripping down the underside of his shaft. I'm going to have to lick that delicious sap up. His balls are high and tight. He's nicely shaven; he's going to be good to suck.

I bring my mouth within an inch of his hole and just sit there, not touching him, letting him ache with the desire to be touched. He bobs his dick up and down, searching for touch. I remind him, "Don't move."

I turn around and slowly shake my hips at him. I know his eyes are glued to my ass. Ever so slowly, I start to bend down, knees straight, until my hands hit the carpet. He has a flawless, close-up view of my pussy. I know he's salivating and his dick is aching. I bring one hand up to fondle my clit, then ease two fingers into my pussy. I moan with the movement. "Oh, Lance, this feels so good. You're going to love how my pussy feels." He's still being a good boy and standing still, hands behind his back, but I can see the precum start to drip on the floor. His head is turning redder. He's going to need some release soon.

"Would you like me to suck your dick?"

"Yes!"

"Say please."

"Please!"

I stand up and move over to get on my knees in front of him. This man is not going to last long.

I start by licking all the delicious precum off his dick. I stick my tongue in the hole to sip out every last drop. I run my tongue along the sensitive underside, where it has dripped and pooled, to lap it all up. Then I ease my mouth to his balls, first flicking my tongue all over, then taking them one by one in my mouth to suck with relish. I lift his balls up and run my finger along his taint, all the way back to his puckered hole, then follow that with my tongue. He is moaning, and his thighs are starting to shake. "Don't move, baby," I remind him.

I pull his cock even with my face and take the head in fully in my mouth. I draw it in hard, creating a vacuum, and feel more precum come out. It's only a matter of short time before the real cum shoots out. While sucking hard, I run my tongue along the ridge, flicking it and cradling the tender underside with the flat of my tongue. I can tell he wants more, and I'm about to give it to him.

I grab both his thighs by their backsides and slam his dick as far as I can into my back throat. He's a big boy and won't fit all the way, but he can feel the pressure of my throat closing around the tip and sides. Now I want him to move, because I want to feel his rhythm and what he likes.

He gives in to his need and starts pushing and pulling himself in and out of my mouth, slower and then faster. I pull at his hands and cup them around the back of my head, showing him he can find his release at his own rhythm. He fists my hair in his hand, and anchors me to his cock, pushing himself deeper onto him. It's starting to be too deep, but I was teasing him too long, and he cannot back off. He starts slamming it in, with me pushing against his thighs, trying to catch my breath, until finally, sweet relief for both of us, he comes. He comes in big, hearty spurts, his cock expanding with each load that makes its way up from his balls. He holds my head hard, throws his head back, and cries out in gratitude for his release.

When he's done, he falls over onto his bed and crawls his way to his pillow. I crawl up next to him and slip under the comforter. He takes my cheek in one big hand and says, "Best...ever." Then he falls asleep.