Special Forces_Operation Alpha_Shadowing Milly

by Alice Bello

  How much did this man work out? He was a true wonder of the masculine form.

  With dizzying swiftness, he kissed his way down my body—pausing long enough to lavish both my nipples with his rough, talented tongue—and had my jeans unbuckled and pulled down to my knees. A quick yank and he had them ripped off my body and thrown in a lump on the floor of the bedroom.

  Oh, my…

  I was breathing pretty damn hard, and I practically squealed when he leaned down, his strong fingers taking hold of my panties, his mouth close enough to my lady parts his hot breath made my pussy quiver.

  Oh god…

  As if he could read my thoughts, he slowed down, pulling my panties down centimeter by centimeter, unveiling every inch of me as slowly as possible.

  I needed him inside me… inside me like now!

  But no sooner did my panties slip over my hips and unveil my sex to him, he leaned in, strong, rough hands on either of my thighs and pushed me open. And before I could take my next breath he lunged forward and buried his face in my crotch.

  Lips kissing, tongue darting in and out and around, and his five o’clock shadow rubbing everywhere his tongue wasn’t—It was as if an electric current was connected to my girly parts, and my pussy was practically smoking with built-up heat.

  Yes, yes, yesyesyes…

  My hands entangled in his thick, curly black hair. It wasn’t very long, but it was longer than the crew cut he’d had in high school.

  My mind turned to mush as his mouth lathed my vagina with lash after lash of pure, undiluted pleasure. My body was already turning to Jell-O. And my heart was ready to burst in my chest, beating like the wings of a caged bird.

  A hot, mounting pressure welled up inside me, starting at my core, making my blood boil in my veins, and then making my pussy contract and writhe like…

  Like I had gone absolutely crazy with lust.

  “I need you inside me,” I confessed, feeling my cheeks flush hot and red.

  Troy’s head fell into my lap and he exhaled, sighing miserably.

  His hot breath made my sex ripple with excitement.

  “I didn’t bring a condom,” he said.

  Oh…

  “I didn’t want to seem…” he continued, “And there wasn’t time when I was—”

  “The next room’s bathroom,” I practically blurted out. “There’s a box in the medicine cabinet.”

  Thank you, Daniela.

  He leaned in and gently kissed my pulsating pussy.

  Another shock ran through me, making my toes curl.

  My god, if oral sex had me this far gone, having his… his penis inside me was going to make my nervous system short out.

  Maybe I’d spontaneously combust.

  God, I hoped not.

  Troy got up off the bed and I watched raptly as he crossed the room to the door again, his naked, well-formed ass jiggling enticingly as he did so.

  When did he take his pants off?

  How had I missed that?

  Before I could try and recreate the last ten minutes in my mind, he reappeared at the doorway, walking toward me with a strip of foil packets in his hand.

  I stared, slack-jawed at the long, thick piece of manhood swinging between his legs.

  Yowza…

  I heard him rip one of the packets off the strip, tossing the rest onto the nightstand, and then tore it open with his teeth.

  Hubba-hubba…

  I do love a man with skills.

  His cock grew before my eyes something like a long helium balloon inflating full of gas. I licked my lips, abruptly torn, wanting—needing him inside me. But also suddenly hungry to taste that still growing and hardening flesh between his legs.

  But then he took himself in hand and unrolled that condom down the thickening shaft of his prick.

  Yeah, I noticed I’ve been thinking of dirtier and dirtier words to use for things as I go.

  Wait, there’s more.

  Okay, I’m no virgin. I went to college with eighteen-year-old hormones coursing through my veins, but damn…

  That sucker was huge!

  I suddenly had a moment of Maybe this isn’t a good idea.

  Hadn’t I read about a woman dying from a too large penis just last month?

  Troy growled as he looked at me, making my mind melt, causing not one thought to pass through any of my synapses.

  All there was was him, and me, and my need to have that gargantuan cock of his pushed up inside my very wet pussy.

  Yes, please.

  I parted my legs, showing him where I wanted him.

  He crawled up upon the bed on his fists and knees, looking like a big, dangerous, very hungry cat. The shiny, condom-clad, oh-so-hard and huge prick that swung between his legs made him all the more beautiful and frightening.

  He slid his bulging, strong body up over my body as he lined himself up with my throbbing sex.

  He kissed me as he pressed his weight down on me, sliding his engorged prick slowly against my opening, sending millions of shivers and tingles through my body. He was also sliding against my clit, making my entire body rev up with every slow glide of his dick against me.

  It was heavenly… and it was hellishly hot.

  But I needed him inside me.

  “Please…” I breathed into his ear, and then licked that earlobe. “I need you inside me, now.”

  He growled again, his eyes looking wild and lost to need.

  And with the use of one of his hands, he aimed himself where I so wanted and needed him to go.

  Just like that, I felt the ecstasy and pain of having a way too big cock trying to invade your nether regions.

  There was a moment of Ooooo…

  And then a moment of Ohhhhhh, this is not going to work!

  And then a sudden sliding in of said giant cock up inside you.

  Then your pussy really starts to cry out, thrashing and bucking, fighting for its life.

  Reminding you way too much of what it was like to lose your virginity in the first place.

  Troy sighed, his head falling to my shoulder, kissing the flesh there hungrily.

  I felt a spark of fear quaked through me.

  This man was a bringer of death.

  He was the most dangerous thing I’d ever been close to.

  And he was inside me, and he wanted me in ways I had no idea about yet.

  And he was mine…

  I felt myself open up for him, letting the rest of his turgid length glide up into me, sinking in deep.

  I pulled his face from my neck and laid a lip lock on him that had to tell him how much I wanted him, how much I needed him…

  How much I loved him.

  He groaned into my mouth as his hips lifted, pulling him partially from my gripping, very wet vagina.

  I gasped as he pushed back down into me, pinning me to the mattress.

  Oh yes… please…

  Again and again, he pushed and pulled out of me, making me fall apart, unspooling like the yarn I so loved to knit with, tangling me up in him as he made gentle, slow burn love to me.

  It was amazing.

  My mind was blown and my body was twisting and pushing back against him, trying to get more and more of him inside me.

  I gazed up at him as he toiled, watching the muscles flex, his body a masterpiece of form and function, and the way he was angling himself down into me, wringing the very soul from my body with every dip of his hips.

  I kissed and then licked the scarred flesh of his shoulder, up his neck and then over the slash on his face.

  I felt that orgasm building up again inside me. This time I wanted to come the same time he did.

  I rocked my hips up hard to meet him and felt the head of his cock bang into my cervix.

  Ouch…

  I knew where he’d hit simply since I had once used a diaphragm, and having inserted it, then finding it was more sexually satisfying than the man I’d inserted it for, I’d switched to condoms permanently.

  B
ut then I did it again, and that ouch turned into an Oooooo…

  Without warning Troy leaned back on his knees, his torso tilting back, his strong hands holding onto my legs, but his hips thrusting forward, his cock punching me in that deep, burning place as no man had ever done before.

  I fell back, my head thrashing against the mattress, my hands clawing at the sheets as I screamed into the silent, beautiful night.

  Troy ran a rough hand from my collarbone, down my breasts, further over my ribcage and over my tummy. I gasped as his thick fingers rubbed at my sensitive mound, rubbing with evil efficiency at my clitoris.

  Bastard…

  My body simply imploded, all the building sexual tension bottoming out and crashing through the floor of my soul, sucking me into the most lovely, overwhelming ecstasy I’d ever felt.

  It was better than chocolate, better than cheesecake, better than pizza, bubble baths, silk sheets, vampire erotica, werewolf porn, the totally addictive television series of one Shonda Rhimes, the music of Kelly Clarkson and—by god—having Morgan Freeman voicing your GPS, your voicemail, your alarm clock or your integrated books-on-tape device.

  It was as if that thick thumb he was mercilessly strumming my clit with was twisting my very soul into the darkest, most delicious curse.

  Pelvic sorcery?

  Oh god… twist me, baby!

  My eyes were clenched shut, but every time he rammed himself back into me, a light flashed in my head like dry lightning on a summer night.

  We were both gasping for breath when my orgasm flooded over me, drowning me in its depths. That orgasm crashed over me over and over, pushing me down into a deep pool of utter sexual euphoria.

  I admit it… I lost complete and total control. I didn’t know where I was, who I was with or even my own name for an unknown amount of time. It was probably less than a minute, but it could have been a week as far as I knew.

  All I knew was when I came up and took that first deep breath afterward I was covered in sweat, bonelessly exhausted and being held in Troy’s strong, protective arms. His still-rock-hard cock was up inside me still, and as I wiggled in enjoyment his girth slid farther up into me.

  Troy groaned as I crawled up atop him, pushing him down into the softness of the mattress, me straddling his hips, sitting myself down further on his unflagging cock.

  “Again already?” he growled helplessly.

  I undulated my hips, making his prick slide in and out of me on a circular, very slick movement.

  He groaned again.

  “I’m a real taskmaster,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I’m used to all-nighters.”

  Troy growled his appreciation as I played slip-slide on his hard, huge boner.

  I smiled as he bucked his hips up into me, hitting my cervix again.

  Boner…

  My vocabulary had devolved from the dirty minded to twelve-year-old slang.

  His hands cupped my breasts as I leaned over him, kissing his lovely mouth with slow deep kisses that tasted so damn good I was certain this was really a wondrous dream.

  I couldn’t be having toe-curling, breathless and gasping sex with my first and only love.

  These things just didn’t happen.

  And then Troy leaned up and started kissing down my neck, and then further, taking my left nipple into his mouth and sucking.

  Every nerve in my body reacted, sending little earthquakes through my body and soul. And then he switched his sucking and licking and nibbling to my other breast.

  I loved a thorough man…

  His hips thrust up into me in a steadily faster, more frantic pace.

  Oh, he was going to come again.

  I loved it—that I had to power to ring such pleasure out of him.

  I don’t think I’ll ever get bored with this power.

  Maybe it was my superpower… like… maybe I’m Orgasm Girl?

  And then my own impending orgasm was starting to make me the boneless puddle of wanton sexual gratification I was mere minutes ago.

  It was like flying through the dark, without out any control.

  Scary but utterly electrifying.

  I felt it wash over me just as I heard a crack of glass.

  I blinked blindly, my control over my body non-existent.

  Before I knew it Troy had me rolled over on the bed, splayed on my back as he pulled himself out of me.

  There was another crack and I felt his entire body flinch right before he dragged me off the bed and onto the floor.

  Wasting no time at all Troy pulled the sheet from the bed and covered me up, pushing me up under the bed.

  “Stay here—don’t move.”

  I saw blood running down his shoulder.

  “You’re bleeding!” I gasped.

  He’d been shot!

  Someone was shooting at us!

  “Don’t move,” he repeated, his voice calm.

  I struggled to form my next word. “Okay.”

  In the next moments he rolled across the bedroom floor, pulling on his jeans and shoes, and magically a gun appeared in his hand.

  Jesus…

  How did that happen?

  Did he have that when I was wrapped around his waist and he was carrying me in here?

  I shook myself.

  Focus.

  He’s a trained killer/spy. Of course, he goes nowhere without a weapon.

  He scuttled over the floor, closing the bedroom door enough to use it as a cover, peering out into the hall.

  Be careful!

  He slithered out into the hallway and moments later I heard scuffling, and thuds and groans and a crash.

  Oh god…

  I saw the shadow of two men grappling over a gun flash by the bedroom door, and then another crash.

  I also thought I heard something very close to the sickening crackle of bone breaking, and then the agony filled cry of the man whose bones snapped.

  “Who are you?” Troy growled with cold menace.

  “Fuck you,” I heard the shooter say in Russian, his voice vaguely familiar.

  And then it hit me who it was.

  I picked myself up off the floor, wrapping the sheet around me and rushing into the hall.

  Troy had the man flat on his face, his arm pulled back behind his back at an impossible angle and confirmed the bones inside were indeed snapped. He also had his big, scary looking gun pressed against the back of the other man’s skull.

  “Who are you?” Troy said again, this time rage tingeing his voice.

  “I’ll kill you,” the other man ground out in obvious pain.

  “Alexei?” I said, inching forward.

  Troy didn’t even look back at me, he just said, “Go back into the bedroom.”

  Alexei struggled for a moment under Troy’s weight, but then Troy leaned his knee into the other man’s seriously broken arm.

  “Troy, that’s one of Nastia’s guards. The new guy, actually.”

  “He just tried to assassinate you.” He pushed down harder on Alexei until he cried out in agony.

  I shook my head. “Nastia’s father would never order my death.”

  “Oh really?” he said sarcastically. “I don’t think this guy got the memo.”

  This was insane.

  “You two stay here. I’m calling Serge.”

  Alexei groaned his displeasure.

  “Who’s Serge?”

  I went in and grabbed my cell phone out of the pocket of my jeans and tapped out my personal code, then scrolled through my contacts until I found the head of Nastia’s security detail’s number.

  It rang twice as I walked back out to the hallway.

  “Какие?” the surly Russian security chief rumbled in greeting.

  “I’ve got your new guy here at Daniela’s cabin. He just tried to shoot me and my…”—what was Troy?—“my boyfriend.”

  There was a pregnant pause and then Serge said a very, very bad string of words. Pretty much he called Alexei the bastard son of a pig and a donkey.
r />   After he was through with his short rant he said, in his patented Russian accented English, “You have a boyfriend?”

  I rolled my eyes at his priorities. “It’s a new, old thing.”

  He grunted. “And this man of yours subdued Alexei?”

  I bit my lip and said, “Seems so.”

  “Then this man of yours is highly skilled. We’ll need to talk soon about that.”

  Oh brother…

  “I’m on my way. Do I need to bring a medical team?”

  “Oh yeah… he shot Troy in the arm.”

  “Flesh wound,” Troy said calmly from the floor.

  “And Alexei has a broken arm… a really broken arm.”

  “Serves him right. Please put the phone on speaker for a moment.”

  I did as he asked and walked over until I was right beside the two men on the floor.

  Serge said, in his rough voiced mother tongue, that Alexei was not to move a fucking muscle until he came to collect him—or he’d rip his arm the rest of the way off and beat him to death with it.

  Then he hung up.

  I really didn’t want to see that happen.

  Troy said, “So this guy was acting on his own?”

  “Yep.”

  Troy growled. “I should break his other arm too.”

  I suddenly realized we could still be in bed, doing things I’m too young and pure of heart to ever tell my parents about.

  Damn Alexei!

  “Maybe you should.”

  Troy looked back at me with a wicked smile on his face.

  “Don’t worry,” he said, his eyes clearly ripping the sheet from my body. “We’re not done here… not by a long shot.”

  Chapter 10

  Milly

  One month later…

  “So what happened?” I asked.

  Nastia laughed on the other side of the phone connection. “Papa was on his best behavior… and I think they really liked each other.”

  Oh, I’m sure her father—the oligarch—was sudden besties with her accountant/American fiancé.

  “So no bloodshed?” I teased.

  She harrumphed. “You’re one to talk.”

  She was right. Troy needed five stitches after our little run-in with one of Nastia’s new-and-now-former bodyguards. Also, my new beau’s hands had had their share of blood splattered on them.