by Jenn Hype
“If you don’t get that thing in me in the next thirty seconds, I am going to make your life a living hell.”
She wiped the smile right off my face by wrapping her fist around my dick and squeezing. I covered her hand with mine, slowly dragging it up and down once, then twice, before pulling her hand all the way off. I kissed the corner of her mouth when she scowled.
“This will be over way too soon if you don’t keep your paws to yourself.”
When my hand snaked down her hip, I found her bottom completely bare. No idea how she’d managed to get naked from the waist down without my noticing, but I wasn’t about to complain. I dipped one finger between her folds and about shot off right there when I found her wet and ready for me. Her entire body tensed when I slipped one, then two fingers inside of her. She was tight and as close to the edge as I was.
Reluctantly I pulled my hand away from her center and reached across the bed to the nightstand to pull out a condom. The anxious little sex kitten beneath me was too impatient to let me do it myself. She ripped it out of my hand tore it open at record speed.
“You had better be good with that massive dick of yours, so help me God. I expect at least two orgasms tonight,” she threatened as she rolled the condom down my shaft.
She hadn’t even had time to pull her hand away when I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside of her. First her eyes shot open wide, but when I slowly dragged myself back out until only the tip remained inside, her eyes rolled back into her head. I stayed there, pulsating just inside of her, torturing us both. This time when I pushed into her heat, I took my time. Even through the condom I could feel how hot and slick she was, her walls convulsing around me, trying their damnedest to milk the cum out of me.
Her nails bit into my skin when she’d apparently had enough of my teasing. She gripped my ass like it was a lifeline, and though I was on top, she tried to take control. Digging her heels into the mattress, she pushed up. My length sank so deep inside of her that I bottomed out. We groaned simultaneously, but when she bucked her hips trying to get me to move, I’d had enough.
“You’ll get your turn, Blake, but if you don’t quit trying to take control I will tie you to this bed.”
Something flashed in her already dilated eyes. She liked that idea. And fuck if that didn’t make me impossibly harder.
Reaching behind me, I grabbed her hands and tore them from my ass cheeks where she’d clawed me so hard she likely drew blood. At the same time I pinned her arms over her head, I pulled out and drove back in hard enough to make us both cry out. From there, it was a frenzied blur of mouths and hands. Our bodies were slick with sweat and the swells of her breasts had teeth marks that mirrored the ones she left on my shoulders. When I reached between us to circle her nub with my middle finger, she retaliated by kissing me with so much ferocity that our lips would likely be bruised in the morning.
Even after Blake cried out my name, her body spasming as it squeezed every last drop of life out of me, I wanted her again. If anything, my need to be inside of her felt even more severe than before. I’d always recovered quickly, but I’d never stayed hard like this. I actually worried if my erection would ever leave now that I knew what it felt like to be buried so far inside of her that we truly became one person.
“Already?” she panted when I started rolling on another condom the second I pulled the first one off. Instead of answering I drove myself home. My head fell to her shoulder. I sucked in a shuddering breath. Would I ever get enough? If I had to guess right that second, I’d say no. Sex had never been anything more than a release. Until Blake.
With her nails gently scraping the skin of my back, our breathing syncing as I lay there buried deep inside her, a calm spread over me. Like a soothing balm on a severe burn.
The intensity of the moment had gone from frenzied to almost desperate. And maybe most of that was one-sided, but the emotions she was pulling from the depths of my soul were too heavy for me to combat. Though my erection was still hard as steel, the rest of my body seemed to be succumbing to exhaustion.
It felt like coming down from an adrenaline high. My body shook, cold seeping into my bones, turning my blood to ice in my veins.
Blake noticed the shift in the room, in me, immediately. She gently pushed on my shoulder until I lay on my back. We never broke our connection as she followed until she lay on top.
What the hell was wrong with me? Was I seriously about to fucking fall apart during sex?
My pride was about to bitchslap me back to sanity, but Blake’s mouth trailing hot kisses down my jaw ceased all thought entirely.
Each press of her lips, every hot breath that fanned across my skin, pulled me deeper into the moment. The chill inside of me started to thaw, like she was literally breathing life into me. Then she started moving. Slowly at first, a gentle rock of her hips as she kissed across my chest and back up my neck. When she found my mouth, I came back to life. One jerk of my hips and she was fully impaled again. She sat up, pressing her palms to my chest and throwing her head back as she rode me. Her perky tits bounced. I sat up enough to pull one into my mouth. Blake fell forward and cried out. I sucked her in deeper, flicking her nipple with my tongue.
“Mmmm,” I hummed when I switched to the other breast. “So sensitive,” I said before blowing cool air on her already puckered nipple, making the skin pull taut.
“CJ please,” Blake begged, her nails digging into my skin.
I growled. Gripping her hips, I tossed her onto her back and climbed on top. Hooking my hand under one knee, I pulled her leg up and around my middle. The position let me push in deeper than I thought possible, and we both moaned.
Despite having came only a few minutes prior, I was already on the precipice. “Touch yourself,” I commanded. She didn’t hesitate. The second her finger circled her nub, I felt her walls clench around me. I felt her orgasm approaching. “Look at me.” Her eyes popped open right as her orgasm hit her. Watching her eyes gloss over, her pupils dilate, her mouth fall open with a silent cry; it sent me right over the edge with her.
I broke away long enough to tie the condom and toss it into the trashcan near my bed, then I pulled her close and cradled her to my chest. I’d never wanted someone the way I wanted Blake, physically and emotionally. Holding her close, I realized it was more than want, though. It was need. I needed to feel the heat from her skin seeping into mine. Needed to feel the beat of her heart beneath my palm. I needed Blake like I needed air. Blake was no longer just part of my life…
She was a part of me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
BLAKE
“Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.”
- Charles Bukowski
“What made you want to get into private security?” I asked as my fingers absently traced the tattoo on CJ’s chest, the one placed right over his heart. It was too dark in the room to make out the small details, but I knew it had the names of his sisters and parents carefully scrolled within the design.
After the mind-blowing sex, we’d curled up next to each other on the bed. One of my legs tossed over his as he lay on his back with me tucked into his side. The arm he had around my back tightened, pulling me impossibly closer as he placed a gentle kiss to the top of my head.
“It took me almost a year to recover from my injuries and learn how to use my prosthetic, and once that was done, I had no idea what to do with myself. During my physical therapy, I’d come across some other wounded soldiers, a lot of them in worse shape than I was. I started volunteering to help the other soldiers when I wasn’t doing my own rehab. It put my injuries into perspective. Kept me from allowing myself to wallow over things lost.”
His body was rigid, every muscle tensed. For a second I considered telling him to stop. He was obviously uncomfortable with the topic, and though I felt guilty for bringing it up, I wasn’t forcing him to talk. If he needed to get it out, then I would listen. If he wanted to drop it, I’d find another topic
.
My head moved with his chest as he inhaled a deep breath then let it out long and slow.
“One day I was playing a game of cards with a soldier learning to use his prosthetic hand and he mentioned how hard it was to find work. A lot of men want nothing more than to get a normal job and spend time with friends and family, not having to worry about living from one day to the next. There’s nothing wrong with that, but like me, some soldiers weren’t ready to let go of the action. They wanted to continue to serve their country. Unfortunately, not many were willing to put veterans on the front line of anything halfway dangerous once they’d sustained a serious injury.
“One of the guys said a buddy of his worked at a private security place that hired mostly veterans. I looked into it, and there wasn’t anything like that around here. I wasn’t crazy about the idea of leaving my family again, so instead of relocating to take a job somewhere else, I decided to just start my own firm. I had enough connections to get started, plenty of money saved and not much to lose, so I figured, why not?”
At some point while he was talking, he’d started softly stroking my hair. It was putting me to sleep, but it also seemed to be relaxing him, so I blinked a few times and forced myself to stay focused on the conversation.
“So you only hire veterans?”
“No, not always, but I do when I can. I don’t always have a place for someone, but if that happens, I try to make some calls and help them out. In the early days especially, I couldn’t afford a large staff. I wanted to make sure all my employees had great insurance coverage, since the VA is shit, and I have a therapist who comes in once a month to talk to all the guys individually. Most of them won’t say anything if they’re struggling, and their lives are too important to put at risk over something as trivial as pride.
“Those benefits were costly, so I had to take just about any job that came our way. I got lucky and landed a couple of wealthy clients who referred their friends, and business just kind of took off from there. We’ve been very blessed.”
My finger traced a circle around the flat disc on his muscular chest, his nipple hardening and goosebumps spreading across his skin. His hand came up to trap mine, forcing my palm to flatten.
“Better stop that, unless you’re ready for round two.”
Automatically, my eyes darted to his dick, which twitched under the thin white sheet that barely covered his massive body. Tempting as it was to go another round, I wasn’t done asking questions.
“Will you tell me what happened?” I asked quietly, rubbing my calf gently against the soft skin where his leg stopped just short of where his ankle should have been.
CJ sighed, but it wasn’t a heavy one. More like…resigned?
“Long story short, the Humvee in front of ours hit an IED. It flipped and came down onto the hood of our truck. My leg got trapped, and by the time help arrived, my circulation had been cut off for too long. I was lucky, though. Six men lost their lives that day.”
Leaning down, I pressed a lingering kiss to the largest scar on his side. At least three inches long, an inch wide with jagged edges.
“Shrapnel,” he choked out.
When I continued sliding my lips over every scar, his breath hitched. After a few seconds, he’d apparently had enough. Tangling his hand through my hair, he pulled me up and pressed his mouth to mine. For several long-yet-not-long-enough minutes, our lips moved together in tandem, worshipping, memorizing with slow drags and soft nibbles. It was every bit as intimate as when he’d been inside of me just an hour before. I poured everything I had in that kiss. Expressed every emotion he made me feel, wordlessly pleading with him to understand how deeply he made me feel.
Eventually the kiss grew deeper, evolving from a mission of exploration to a bone-deep need to be closer. It wasn’t hard and frenzied like the first time, or slow and sensual like the second. It was somewhere in between the two. I knew he liked when I clawed at his back, and he knew I liked when he roughly tugged on my nipples with his teeth. Reaching our climax didn’t take long, but CJ made sure I went first, just like he had the first two times. I wanted to write him a damn thank you card for that. Or send him a bouquet of flowers.
“What about you? What’s your story?” CJ asked once our breathing evened out and we were back to our post-coital snuggling.
I laughed. “I don’t think there’s anything I can tell you that isn’t already in my file.”
His body tensed beneath me. Tugging my hair, he tilted my head up so he could see my face. He was wearing his super-serious, no-nonsense face.
“I haven’t looked inside that file.”
My immediate reaction was to snort, but then I realized he was being honest.
“Why?”
His head fell back to the pillow, like he was suddenly too exhausted to hold it up. I crawled up his body, propping my elbows on his chest and cupping my face in my hands. Whatever admission he was about to give, he dreaded it. That made the answer all the more interesting. He groaned when he saw me staring down at him with a wide grin.
“Spill it, Peg,” I ordered.
He did that cute thing he always did when he was confused. Forehead bunching, eyebrows knitting together, nose scrunching.
“Peg?”
I shrugged. “Short for peg leg.”
The silence extended between us for so long, I started to worry I’d actually offended him. Then I felt the slow rumbling beneath me. With each passing second, his body shook harder and harder, until eventually, I thought he was having a seizure. But then he laughed. Hard. Like, so hard he could barely breathe. What choice did I have but to join in? Laughter was contagious, and I was helpless to resist. Seeing CJ’s face twisted up in a smile so big it took up his whole face? It was an image I hoped I could dredge up, even when I was old and grey and my memories were starting to fail me.
Our laughter started to die down, and CJ pulled me into his chest. The way he pressed his cheek to the top of my head and absently stroked his fingers up and down the sensitive skin on my back made tears prick the backs of my eyes. Never would I have imagined CJ showing such easy affection, like it just came naturally. As if touching me weren’t a conscious thought, but something his body needed to survive, like breathing. Or maybe for him it was more like burping. You know, like if you hold it in you get little cramps in your side and you feel all uncomfortable. So just letting out the air bubbles, as unattractive as it might be, was a necessary evil.
“Did you just compare snuggling with you to belching?”
Humor laced his tone. I was grateful he couldn’t see my face. My cheeks burned red hot. Accidentally speaking out loud wasn’t uncommon for me, but that was an especially mortifying time to forget to keep my words inside.
“What? Everyone knows letting out a giant burp after a really good meal or downing a bunch of soda means they’re fully satisfied.”
CJ chuckled but didn’t call me out on my shitty attempt to play off my slip.
“I just didn’t feel right about it.”
It took a few seconds for me to realize what he was talking about.
“You mean my file?”
I felt him nod. “My reasons for having Reed get that information…”
He trailed off and I sat up so I could see him. His eyebrows were knit together, the skin between them bunching the way it always did when he was deep in thought. I smoothed it with my finger, enjoying the way the skin went smooth under my touch. CJ was so intense all the time. The only time I saw the coiled muscles in his shoulders and back unwind themselves was when he looked my way. In a very short amount of time, he’d gone from basically hating me to regarding me with so much affection that it was all I could do not to melt into a damn puddle every time I sat on the receiving end of his crooked smile.
“Let me guess,” I said as I grabbed the sheet and held it over my bare chest so I could sit up. I didn’t mind being naked in front of him, but I didn’t want him getting distracted by my awesome rack when we were having a ser
ious conversation. “You were trying to get up dirt on me.”
I laughed when his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
“Did Reed tell you that?”
I shook my head. “No, dummy. It was obvious how much you couldn’t stand me. And all the information inside was, like, the least flattering information that could possibly be dug up on me. I put two and two together.”
“You aren’t mad?”
When I first saw the file on his desk, yes, I’d been mad. For about a minute. Hard to be upset with him when I was plotting ways to drive him crazy. The information he got on me was a hefty violation of privacy, but I understood his reasoning.
“It bothered me a little. I’m not sure how Reed even got some of those details.”
“Even if I had looked at it, I’d still want to hear it from you.”
I put my head back on his chest and listened to his heart beating steadily.
“When Michelle announced she was going to NYU for college, my mom fainted.”
CJ chuckled, making my head bounce.
“Seriously, I’m not even joking. We grew up in a little town just outside of Nashville. It was quaint and quiet. So not only was her baby moving really far away, it was a majorly drastic change in scenery and totally out of left field.”
I stopped talking and tilted my head so I could kiss his skin. I couldn’t help myself.
“I was always the wild card. Where I was always getting into trouble, Michelle was winning awards for being so studious. You’d think we would have been competitive, but it was never like that for us. We were so different. There was no comparison. Of course, my parents silently wished I was more behaved and levelheaded, but they never made me feel like I was loved any less. Even the time I stole a frog from the nearby pet store and put it in Mrs. Miller’s desk drawer the day after she sent me to detention for spitting spitballs at the back of Bobby Ray’s head.”
“You didn’t.”
“Of course I did. He’d told all the eighth grade boys that I wore day of the week panties because I still didn’t know how to tell which day it was.” CJ laughed. I would never get used to that sound. “Laugh it up buddy. It sounds silly now, but back then I was mocked for weeks. Mrs. Miller knew this, yet she still punished me. I firmly believed in an eye for an eye, which is why I didn’t fight them when they took me down to the station for theft.” Seeing Mrs. Miller scream and jump backwards so hard in her seat that it tipped over and left her legs sticking straight up in the air was totally worth the hours of volunteering at the pet store where I was forced to clean the poop out of all the cages.