Counter Terrorism

by Scarlett Winters

  A quick towel through my hair and I’m set. I step out of the bathroom and into the living room to say goodnight to Colt and freeze.

  He’s sitting on the couch with his legs spread and a hand down his sweats. By the sharp movements and the way his head is tossed back I can tell that he’s pleasuring himself. The sinews in his forearm ripple as he moves his hand and I can’t help but call out his name. “Colt?”

  His head snaps up and his eyes open, locking on to me. I don’t think he even realizes, but he licks his lips, eyes darkening from honey to almost umber. His hand is still on his erection and I’m not sure what I should do. Make a joke? Pretend I don’t see anything? I don’t think walking away is an option. I was still a bit aroused when I left the bathroom and seeing Colt all spread out has only served to arouse me more. To walk away, I would have to unclench my thighs and that is not happening. The pressure is nowhere near what I need, but it’s all I have right now.

  “I was just coming to tell you, I’m going to bed.” Even as I say the words, I realize what they sound like.

  “Okay,” Colt rasps. I watch as he eases his hand out of his pants with a hiss and adjusts himself before standing up. The sweats he’s wearing leave nothing to the imagination as he steps forward. With effort, I drag my eyes up above his waistline to his face. He’s not meeting my eyes. Is he embarrassed? That’s not like Colt.

  I follow his gaze to my own body and glance down. Oh, that’s what he’s looking at.

  “I’m sorry,” I say and quickly cross my arms to cover my breasts. Between the cold water and my current state of arousal, my nipples have hardened beneath my shirt. Colt’s shirt… which has now creeped up my thighs with the pull of my arms. “The water was cold.”

  A couple steps across the small room and Colt is right in front of me. Wordlessly, he reaches out and wraps his hands around my wrists. A light tug and he’s pulling my hands off my breasts. “Have I ever told you,” he whispers “just how beautiful you are?”

  I’m too caught up in his closeness to respond, so I shake my head. I’ve never felt all that beautiful around him, to be honest. He knew me when I was going through puberty—when I had acne and a retainer! I didn’t feel beautiful earlier either. I’m just tired and damp from the shower and but now that Colt’s looked at me like that I realize… maybe he does find me beautiful.

  I certainly find him beautiful. The living art that covers his skin, the warmth of his eyes, his well-kept stature… it’s just a gorgeous wrapping around one of the best people I’ve ever met.

  Colt drops my wrists and I feel his fingers tickle at the hem of my shirt. He keeps talking, deep voice steady. “You look amazing in my shirt.” His hands shift to rest lightly on the outside of my thighs. They’re big enough that I can feel the tips of his index fingers pressed against the crease between where my thigh ends and my butt starts. With his nose nuzzling my temple, I know I should say something, but I just don’t know what. This feels so right, so good. I’m afraid that anything I’ll say will ruin the moment and Colt will step back, apologize, tell me that he isn’t attracted to me.

  “You used my soap… you smell like me now.” He breathes against my jaw and I tilt into his heat. I pant against his mouth for a moment before cautiously pressing my lips to his.

  To my surprise, Colt moans in what sounds like relief. Suddenly, his hands are on my bare ass and his tongue is in my mouth. His taste is indescribable, and I tremble as his teeth catch on my upper lip as he pulls back to whisper against my ear. “God Britt, you’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this… to taste you… to fuck you…”

  He uses his grip on my ass to pull me tight to him and I feel his erection pressed against my hip as he backs us up to the couch. With all his athletic grace he sits down with me straddling his lap. My nipples are still hard and Colt is quick to mouth at them through the fabric of my shirt.

  I feel a surge of warmth and wetness between my legs and I shift to follow the feeling. As I move, Colt thrusts up and his cloth covered cock grinds against me. If the way he groans is any indication, this feels just as good to him as it does me.

  Biting at my lip, I wrap my arms around Colt’s shoulders and yank until he gives in and peels his shirt off. His skin is warm and smooth beneath all his tattoos. I hope that someday I get the chance to trace them all with just my lips. For now, I mouth at the tattoos on his shoulders and squirm in his lap until the pressure against my clit is making me shake. I’m close to coming when he suddenly lifts me a few inches off.

  “No, not yet.” He pulls his mouth from my breasts, leaving the wet material to cling to my nipples. His voice is raspy and his pupils are blown when he meets my eyes. “The first time you come with me, you’re going to stretched on my cock.”

  I’m not as appalled at his vulgar wording as I probably should be… I’ll never admit this to him, but I like it.

  He braces me with one hand and moves the other around to slip a finger against my folds, circling my clit before slipping a finger inside. He pauses. “God, you’re already ready for me. Were you thinking about this in the shower? I was thinking about you… all slick and wet… I knew you’d feel good…”

  By the time he’s got two fingers in me I’m clinging desperately to his shoulders and panting into the wing tattooed on the side of his neck. I’ve been quiet so far but when he pulls his fingers out of my core, I whimper.

  “Hey, none of that, I’m just giving you something better.” I can feel him pull his erection from his pants. I glance down to see his cock jutting proudly between his powerful thighs. He takes himself in hand and rubs the tip against me and I fight the urge to sink down on him.

  “Wait… c-condom?” I pant. No matter how much I want this I know I should be safe, even if it is Colt, the person I trust the most in the world.

  “Don’t need it. I’m clean, and you’ve never done this before. We don’t need it, no one else is ever going to fuck you. I’m the only man who will ever feel you like this.” With that, he yanks me down on to his cock.

  It hurts, but the pain is instantly replaced with such a comforting feeling of fullness, of rightness. The whole time, I stay on top as we move, I know Colt is allowing me the illusion of control. He’s always known exactly what I need—how should sex be any different? I know that he’s actually the one in control, guiding me with one hand on my hip and the other at the small of my back.

  When I come, it’s without warning and I clench around Colt to the sound of his praise, telling me how good I am for him. He shouts my name and presses me closer when I try to shift away. I drift off like that, our bodies still connected in the early evening light.

  Chapter 7- Colt

  I just made love to my best friend.

  After all these years, there had been a part of me that was afraid the actual act wouldn’t live up to my imagination. Thankfully, that’s far from true.

  We’re curled up on the couch together. Brittani had fallen asleep—or passed out—after her orgasm so I had carefully grabbed my discarded shirt and used it to wipe us both off. She had muttered what I thought was a thank-you before nestling back into my neck and going to sleep. Given how vocal she is when unconscious, I was surprised that she was such a quiet lover. Although, I supposed I more than made up for it.

  I couldn’t help myself: I’ve wanted her for so long and to finally have her, I needed her to know how much I desired her, how much I wanted her. I imagined my first time with her so many ways, ever since I was a horny teenager. Quick and quiet so we wouldn’t get caught by someone’s parents or slow and careful, exploring everything together. Bending her over a table and having my way with her hard and fast or slowly worshipping her perfect body in a private cabin on a ski trip. Even now, thinking about what else I’ve imagined doing to her makes my cock stir. As much as I want to, I don’t wake her up for round two. She deserves to rest after the day she had.

  I would love to join her, to just drift off to sleep in her arms but I can’t. Ever
since that one mission that went so wrong, sleep has been hard to come by. Sure, I’ll get the few hours I need a night to keep my body going but no more than that. The days of sleeping until noon over the summer during high school just because I could are long gone. Instead, I lounge on the couch with Brittani in my lap and run my fingers up and down the delicate skin of her thighs. Ever since my basic training, I’ve stayed focused on the mission at hand. Now, protecting Brittani is the mission and I’ve never been more focused. Despite that, I can’t remember the last time that I felt this relaxed, this at peace. It has to be Brittani’s simple presence: There’s something about her that has always soothed me.

  While nowhere near asleep, I am incredibly relaxed when suddenly, I hear the faint sound of the lock on the front door being picked. If I hadn’t been trained for it, there’s no way I would have noticed the slight sound of metal on metal. The couch we’re resting on is facing away from the door so I grab Brittani and roll to the floor, doing my best to cushion her fall but still protect her from the intruder. The door has creaked open and whoever it is won’t see us from there, but it’s a small house.

  Britt woke up when she hit the floor and started up at me with wide eyes. I’m quick to press a hand over her mouth and raise an eyebrow at her, wordlessly saying “Be quiet, okay?” a reassurance that I have everything under control.

  And I do.

  I may only be in sweatpants and have just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, but I’m a goddamn SEAL. I’m also protecting the person I love most in the world. It’ll take a hell of a lot more than a sub-par assassin to take me out. I mean really—picking the lock? A fast and furious attack would have been far more effective. This way gives me time to prepare.

  Gesturing for Brittani to stay down, I ease out from around the couch to see the assassin padding down towards the bedroom, a gun with a silencer in hand. He’s alone, about my size and weight. Obviously, their employer hadn’t expected the witness to have a personal bodyguard staying with them. What kind of scum sends an assassin after a scared girl?

  I’m not sure if there’s a leak higher up the chain of command, but I know that Chief Carlsen would never sell us out. Someone obviously found out that Brittani overheard the plans to ship out a bio-weapon and have sent someone to take her out.

  The thought of her getting hurt is infuriating, but I tamp the rage down deep inside. It won’t do to let emotions guide me during a fight.

  The assassin has frozen in the doorway of the empty bedroom. Just as he shifts his weight backwards to turn around I make my move. I drive the heel of my foot into the back of his knee on his weight-bearing leg and let him loose his balance before going for the gun. A few hard strikes to the wrists and it’s dropped to the floor. He makes a strike at my kidneys and I move with the force of the impact before retaliating with a few hits of my own. Our scuffle is muffled by the old carpeting in the hallway, the only sound our gasps and exhalations of air.

  God, I hope Brittani stays hidden. Besides not wanting her to be in danger, I don’t want her to see this, me systematically beating a man.

  The rational part of me knows that I should leave him alive—Chief Carlsen will need whatever intel he has. But the emotional side of myself that I tried so hard to suppress earlier, the side that’s telling me this man is a threat to my Brittani’s life, is so close to taking over. Instead of snapping his neck like I want, I twist him into a sleeper hold until he sinks to the ground, unconscious.

  I move quickly, racing to the kitchen and digging in the drawers until I find some duct tape.

  “Babe, are you okay?” I call out to Brittani as I rush back to the unconscious assassin. I want him trussed up before he can come to.

  “Yeah, I-I am.” She sounds surprised. “You protected me. Thank you.”

  I finish with the assassin and walk back to where she’s standing in the living room, still half naked. “Of course I did.”

  Knowing that the assassin is dealt with for the moment, I reach out to Brittani and pull her into my arms. She melts against my chest and I relish the feel of being pressed against her. For a few minutes, we just stand there together.

  “What’s this?”

  I look down, assuming that she’s asking about the meaning behind one of my numerous tattoos. Instead, she’s tracing an empty patch of skin on the left side of my chest.

  “I’m saving that for you,” I tell her.

  She’s quiet, tracing the skin. My nipple pebbles when she catches it with a fingernail, but I don’t say anything, just let her look. “What do you mean.” She’s asking, but from the tone of her voice I can tell that she already knows.

  “I’m saving that spot for your name.”

  She looks up at me with a smile that takes my breath away.

  We stand there for a little longer before protocol takes over. “Okay, you’ve got to go get dressed and I need to call this in.”

  Less than an hour later and we are on the road again, this time driving to a nearby hotel. Brittani and I had both just thrown clothes on: Me, the wife beater from my duffel with jeans and her the denim shorts. We’d been moving quickly as we’d tossed our various dirty laundry and toiletries back into my duffle and I’d seen her pink panties balled up in her t shirt from earlier. She’s not wearing anything under those shorts.

  Between knowing that and the faint outline of dampness left on her oversized shirt… I can’t drive to the hotel fast enough. Chief Carlsen himself had come by as soon as I called with backup and a limitless credit card. He told me to head into the city, choose a high class, populated hotel and lay low until the next day.

  Hours alone with Brittani in a hotel room? I can’t wait.

  Chapter 8- Colt

  The receptionist gave the pair of us a strange look when we walked through the empty lobby and up to the hotel’s front desk. I get it: I’m in a wife beater with jeans and Brittani, while as beautiful as always, looks far too casual for this high class of a place, especially at this time of night. I doubt either of us have ever been in a hotel this fancy before. The shiny credit card I flash is more than enough to wipe away any doubts the receptionist may have about giving us a room. I check us in under Mister and Missus Colton—I can’t be too careful when Brittani’s safety is in my hands.

  Brittani’s lips quirk into a small, pleased smile when she hears what I tell the receptionist. We walk toward the elevators when I lean in to tell her “One day”, her smile morphs to a full blown grin.

  As we ride the elevator up, I slip my hand into the back pocket of Brittani’s shorts and squeeze a handful of her ass. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her turn and look at me but I keep my eyes forward. If I look at her now, I’ll rip those tiny shorts off and have her up against the wall. I decide to tell her as much.

  “You keep giving me those looks and I’ll tear these off and fuck you up against the wall. We’ll provide quite a show for security. The receptionist already knows what we were up to before we got here… can see it on your shirt. My shirt… on you.” I set my teeth to the shell of her ear and she gasps. I can hear the denim of her shorts rub as she shifts where she stands.

  The elevator stops on our floor and I let her go to leave. It’s only a couple steps before I realize she’s not behind me. When I turn to give her a questioning look, she blushes and looks down. “You coming with me or what?”

  “Yeah,” Brittani whispers and takes a step forward. When I see her shudder, I know what’s happening. She must be so sensitive from earlier, the denim must be rubbing at sensitive skin. From the look in her eye, it is far from an uncomfortable experience. I decide not to push her until we’re safely locked in our room. After that, all bets are off.

  We finally make it to the door and I wordlessly open in and escort her in before locking it. A perfunctory sweep for anyone hiding in the bathroom or behind the king size bed and we’re clear.

  Without giving her time to speak I stride forward and capture her mouth. Brittani enthusiastically give
s under the demanding pressure. I make short work of her clothes, leaving the t shirt, shorts, and shoes strewn in a path from the door to the big glass windows. Once she’s naked I spin her around and stand at her back. A few nips to her shoulder and she’s rubbing her thighs together. “Look at it out here,” I whisper to her. “All those people… anyone could see us right now. But you’re not with just anyone, you’re with me. You’re mine, babe. You always have been.”

  Her head lolls on my shoulder and her trusting eyes meet mine. Gently, I frame her hips with my hands and position her so she’s sitting on the table that’s up against the window, with her back leaning against the thick glass overlooking the city at night. I step back and admire her for a moment before quickly stripping off my own clothes. When I’m done, I kneel at her feet and watch her slowly shift her legs apart for me. “Good girl,” I tell her.

  “What are you doing?” Her soft voice breaks the silence.

  “Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” I say and wrap my hands around her knees. A firm tug and her ass is balanced at the edge of the desk, her pussy in my sight line. I lean in and inhale the creamy pink flesh before setting to work pleasuring her with my mouth.

  Even as I bring her to the edge again and again without relief, she doesn’t make a sound. Instead, I use her body, her movements to gauge her pleasure. She’s quick to wrap a hand around the back of my head. With my hair buzzed, she can’t get a grip to position me how she wants me and I know she’s frustrated.

  When I finally think she’s had enough I suck at her clit and curl a finger deep inside. Her body coils tight before relaxing, leaning back against the window. Now that my mouth’s free, I just have to talk.

  “Look at you, all spread out for me. You’d let me do anything wouldn’t you? Let me fuck you however I want… as much as I want…” I’m driven on by her dazed nod of acceptance and the way she shifts her legs to an even wider spread.

  Thank God for yoga!