by Jenika Snow
He wanted to watch as I touched myself…as I pleasured myself while he did the same. I was so aroused I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed about being so wanton. I parted my legs even wider, and did what he wanted. There was no denying I ached for him.
I looked down at the long, thick length of his cock. He was so big, so hard for me. I slipped my hand down my belly and stopped when I got to my clit, tracing the little bud a few times and gasping at the sensitivity of it. He kept his focus on me while he jerked off, and that made this hotter.
My heart beat so hard it ached. I kept touching myself, my pussy so slick my fingers glided over my clit. His focus was on my parted thighs, and I saw the pre-cum that dotted the crown of his cock. I moved my finger to my clit and started rubbing the bud harder, faster. I clenched my other hand on the sheets, my back arched, my lips parted. A gasp left me as pleasure slammed into me. But I didn’t want to go over the edge. The thought that he wanted me to come the first time when he was inside me was so hot, it made me want that too. He was still stroking himself, and I watched as his bicep contracted and relaxed from the rapid motion.
“Be with me, Brock. I can’t take the torture anymore.”
He groaned and finally moved onto the bed. He used his massive chest to push me back on the mattress, and it felt so good having his weight on me.
He cupped the side of my face. He touched me like he owned me, like he’d possess every single inch of my body and then some.
And he will. I want him to.
Brock slipped his hand down my belly and placed it right between my legs over my pussy. “No other man will know how wet and hot you are here.” He added a bit of pressure. “I’m the only man from this point on who will know how you feel inside.” He ran his finger up my slit, gathering my wetness and making me moan. He started slowly grinding his dick against me. “Say you’re mine, Lily.”
“I’m yours,” I said without hesitation, because it was the truth.
He tilted my head to the side and started sucking at the base of my throat. God, I could probably have an orgasm from that alone. “There’s no going back, baby. Not when you’ve been mine since the very beginning.”
“I wish I hadn’t waited years to tell you how I felt.”
“Me either,” he said softly. He had his mouth on mine seconds later. I couldn’t stop the small noise that left the back of my throat. Brock broke the kiss and started sucking the side of my neck. “You feel what you do to me?” He thrust his dick against me. He was so hard.
“Be with me.” The hot, hard length of him pressed between my thighs. Brock started moving his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against my clit, against my cleft. I could have gotten off from this alone. I had my hands on his biceps, dug my nails into his flesh, and heard him hiss. He thrust against me hard, pressing on my clit.
“How much do you want my big dick deep in your pussy?” he whispered by my ear.
“I want you inside of me.” I moaned when he pressed his weight down on me more.
He reached between our bodies, grabbed his cock, and placed the tip at the entrance of my pussy. Yes, this was what I’d been dying to feel, what I’d wanted for so long.
“There is no going back.”
“Good.”
He didn’t move for a second, but I felt how wide the head of his dick was pressed against me.
In one deep, hard thrust, he shoved all those huge inches into me. My back arched from the sudden motion. I wasn’t a virgin, was so wet for him, but even still I was stretched in two by him.
He groaned above me, and beads of sweat lined his forehead. He was tense, his muscles strained, his tendons on display. His balls were pressed right up against my ass. They were a big, heavy weight. He started pulling out and pushing back in, over and over again. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and I felt ecstasy move through me. His motions became fiercer, more determined. His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed in and out, brushing against mine.
“Fuck.” He pushed in deep, so deep I was rocked up on the bed an inch. He pulled out, bringing the tip of himself right to my entrance. He plunged back in, taking my sanity. “Watch as I take you, as I claim you.” He slammed into me again but then rose up, his forearms going straight, his head downcast as he looked at where we were connected.
I watched as he pumped in and out of me, his cock becoming visible, his length covered in my arousal.
God, it was hot.
“Damn it, baby… Knowing you’re watching what I’m doing to you makes me insane with lust.” His body shook atop mine, as if he was having a hard time controlling himself.
I felt the same way.
And then he did go crazy on me, exactly how I wanted it. He started fucking me, not holding back.
He pulled all the way out of me, and I gasped in surprise and at the loss of having him buried in my body. But before I could beg him to slide back into my pussy, he was between my thighs, eating me out again. He licked at me, sucked at my clit, and I was on the verge of coming once more.
“So perfect. So mine,” he said against my flesh.
I hoped he wouldn’t make me wait long to feel him inside of me. I closed my eyes and curled the sheets in my fists.
“I hope you’re ready,” he said in this hard voice, moving back up my body, his dick between my thighs again.
I’m more than ready.
He smoothed his hands over me, making me shiver in response. For long seconds all he did was stroke me as if memorizing my body.
“Lily.”
His voice was this guttural noise that did something wicked to me.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He growled low. “You want me back inside of you?”
“God. Yes.” That was all I could say.
He placed his cock back at my entrance and in a fluid motion shoved deep into me. I gasped, feeling my eyes widen, the muscles surrounding his shaft clenching in rhythm.
“Fuck. So damn good.”
He grabbed my waist and curled his fingers into my flesh hard enough it hurt. But I wanted that pleasure and pain.
“Fuck.”
Over and over he surged into me and retreated, fucking me with abandon. I didn’t think I could take it anymore, didn’t think I’d last another minute.
“So good.” He groaned the words out. “I can’t hold back anymore.”
I came right along with him, loving the feeling of him deep inside of me, making me his, having me on the verge of insanity.
Brock filled me up with so much of his cum, and I couldn’t help but feel like he was marking me. He jerked above me, still coming, groaning, the scent of him making me drunk.
It seemed like our combined pleasure went on for ages, like I’d jumped off this cliff and he’d gone right over the edge with me. I caught my breath, and he sagged against me, his cock still hard inside my body. He pulled out, and we both made this disgruntled sound. The bed shifted as he lay beside me.
I felt myself start to come down from the high.
“There’s nothing else in this world that matters more to me than you.”
My heart was beating a mile a minute at his words.
Brock pulled me close and grabbed the blanket to cover us. He was breathing as hard as I was, but the comfortable sensation that surrounded us was welcoming, pleasant. This didn’t feel weird, didn’t feel like we’d just gone into bed because of some life-or-death experience. Although truth was we had almost lost everything to some maniac, could still lose everything to some maniac, but being with Brock like this felt right.
“I’m not letting you go.”
Heat filled me after he spoke. I shifted so I could look at his face. “You’re not?” I felt foolish for saying the words, but I wanted him to say it again. I needed him to.
He shook his head slowly. “I’m not.” He cupped my cheek and leaned in to kiss me softly. “You’re mine.”
I might not know what the future held, and didn’t know what dangers lurked around the corners, but wh
at I did know was that I wanted Brock. I loved him, and that’s all that mattered.
Our lives had been thrust together by a threat that could take us away from each other. I didn’t care about any of that, because we were here now, had one another, and the future had never looked brighter.
We completed each other in a way that no one else could match. We could actually live … could be happy.
I didn’t want to let that go.
9
Brock
I lay there awake, Lily pressed against my side, her arm around my chest, her warm, even breathing brushing along my skin. I stared at the ceiling, not able to sleep because the euphoria I felt was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. If I thought too hard on it, I'd realize that I was not good enough for her, that I had no idea what a lucky bastard I really was.
I knew I loved her, would take care of her, make sure she was always happy, always safe. But then the other part of me worried that being with her would also put her in danger continuously. I was the man I was and always would be. I was a hardened soldier, bred into the military so it was ingrained in my very DNA. I couldn't just quit, even if I wanted to, in order to ensure that she would be okay. There would always be threats and dangers, always be someone lurking around the corner who wanted to hurt me because I’d hurt them.
I gently removed her arm from around my chest and sat up. I grabbed a pair of sweats and slipped them on before leaving the room quietly. She needed the sleep, and so did I, but I couldn't rest, not after what we'd just done.
I looked at my watch. It was getting late. Cookie was supposed to come by so we could discuss the situation face-to-face, and so I could get any new details that had emerged. But so far I hadn't gotten word on when that would be. I was getting antsy, frustrated that things hadn't been taken care of already. The truth was, this took time. I knew that.
We had to weed out Makonovich.
I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, but before I could even pop the cap, the alarm for outside was triggered. I moved into action. I went into the bedroom, grabbed my handgun, and turned to see that Lily was already awake and getting dressed. She had this wild look in her eyes, her hair mussed from what we'd just done, and I could feel the fear that surrounded her.
I pulled her in close to me and kissed her temple. “Everything will be okay,” I said, although I had no idea what the fuck was going on. “Stay in the room.” I moved away from her and grabbed a gun from the arsenal cabinet. I turned and opened the cabinets in the bedroom that held the security monitors. I scanned each one but didn't see anything right away. And then I saw movement on the east perimeter of the property.
Although it was just a deer that had wandered close enough to the cabin that it had triggered the alarm, the system was set up that wildlife shouldn't have tripped it. I left the room and shut the door behind me. I heard her lock it from the inside. I kept low, away from the windows. Although the glass was bulletproof and the curtains partially closed, I wasn't a stupid fucker.
I went into the kitchen and reached under the sink to grab another gun that was housed there. I couldn’t have to many. Wearing sweats and no shirt and being barefoot made it pretty fucking impossible to load up on weapons. But if any asshole tried to get into the house, they'd be in for one hell of an awakening.
The alarm kept blaring, and I cursed at not turning it off. I moved close to the wall by the door. Just then I heard boots on the porch. In that moment I didn't think about anything or anyone aside from whoever was on the other side of that door. Lily was relatively safe at the moment, and there was no way I was letting some asshole in this cabin to get to her.
“Turn the fucking alarm off.” I heard the deep voice come through the front door, gruff, annoyed. But I recognized it. It was Simon, one of the newer SEAL members to come on board during the last year and someone I’d worked with before. I didn’t know him that well, but he hadn’t done anything to make me nervous on the mission we’d been on. I also didn’t realize Cutter was bringing in someone outside of his close-knit group. I’d expected Cookie, but I knew as well as anyone that plans changed all the fucking time.
I went over to the bedroom and knocked on the door, waiting until Lily opened it. “It's me, baby.” I gave her a sound kiss as soon as I saw her gorgeous face. I moved over to the panel and shut the alarm off. The silence seemed louder than the alarm. “Stay here with the door shut,” I said softly. I might know that Simon was a SEAL, but that didn't mean I felt comfortable with her out there with us.
I left the room, and she shut the door and locked it behind me again. I tucked one of the handguns at the small of my back and kept the other one in my hand. Then I moved over to the front door and opened it. Simon stood there, a pissed-off expression on his face.
“Took you long enough.”
I kept my body between him and the inside of the cabin. He seemed on edge, antsy even. That had my internal alarms rising.
We stood there for a second in silence, and with my hand braced against the inside of the door, the gun in my hold, I looked Simon right in the eye. “You didn't call and give me a heads-up that you were on your way. If I would've known, I could've been prepared and the alarm wouldn't have fucking gone off.”
Simon shifted on his feet and glanced behind him. No, something wasn't right. There was definitely something up with him. He looked back at me and gave me a tight smile.
“You going to let me in so we can talk about this shit, or what?”
No fucking way was I letting him in, not when this whole situation didn't feel right at all.
He took a step closer and I braced, but before he could fully reach the door, I felt warmth covering my face and chest: blood. My muscles tensed as I watched Simon collapse onto the porch, the bullet hole going through the side of his forehead, barely missing me as it slammed not the reinforced door. Blood pooled out from the wound and covered the wooden slats of the porch.
I shut the door, but before I could engage the lock, there was another round of fire. I crouched low and shouted for Lily to take cover and stay in the bedroom. I wasn't worried about the bullets making it inside the cabin, not when it was reinforced. But that didn't seem to matter when a powerful explosion came from behind me. My body was thrust forward, heat searing my back as I slammed against the wall.
Wood shattered inward, covering the walls and furniture. The gun I’d held was knocked out of my hand. The smell of chemicals from a bomb filled my head. I rolled away from the wall and into the kitchen to lean behind the breakfast bar, using it as a shield as I grabbed the gun from behind the small of my back and braced myself.
I stayed in position for long seconds, calculating the situation, listening as the debris settled. And then I heard footsteps coming into the cabin.
“Come out.” The thickly Russian accented voice had everything in me stilling, had my heart stopping momentarily before slamming hard against my ribs.
I glanced to my left, and although I couldn't see the bedroom door because of the wall, I prayed Lily stayed quiet. Makonovich had made it inside, and his goal was to hurt me by hurting the woman I loved.
“Come out and face me like a man. No hiding behind bullshit,” I heard Makonovich say as he made his way around the room.
I slowly stood, the dust in the air thick but the view of the bastard just a few feet from me clear. I could've prolonged this, made him suffer, but I had no patience. I lifted my gun, but before I could fire right in the back of the asshole's head, he shifted and faced me. My bullet slammed into the wall. He fired back and I moved to the side, but the bullet grazed my shoulder. Searing pain slammed into me, but it was easy enough to brush away, given the situation.
He was in the kitchen now, close to me, firing. But with the debris and the grit still in the air his moves were uncoordinated, his aim lacking. I forced myself forward charging him, and slammed my shoulder into his gut. We crashed against the fridge. Items on top of the appliance fell down as we struggled for supremacy. This w
asn't how I normally fought, wasn't how I did things. I always made sure to have coordination, stealth, and tactic. But this particular moment there was no time for any of that.
Gunfire went off, sweat and dirt covered my body, and grunts from both of us came through. I slammed the butt of my gun against his skull, and he fell to the floor. I took a step back and aimed the weapon at him, needing some answers before I ended his miserable life once and for all.
“How did you find me?”
He was still on the floor, blood rushing from the wound I'd inflicted on his temple. I could see his gun had fallen from his grasp and was feet away. He started laughing, his grin spreading across his face, his expression looking Jokerish. He tipped his chin toward the front door, and without looking I knew he was talking about Simon.
“Seems like not everyone agrees with how things are run.” Makonovich ran his hand over the blood that was slowly dripping down the side of his face. “It was easy enough to get him to tell me what I wanted, especially when he had some hard-core past indiscretions he didn't want to come to light.” Makonovich started laughing again, more maniacally than before. “And his indiscretions were pretty fucked up, even for my standards.”
Whether I believed Makonovich didn't really matter in this moment. Simon had been in the military, his background gone through with a fine-tooth comb. But then again, that didn't really mean much since things could get overlooked if they were buried deep enough, and people could get paid off. And I couldn't deny the red flags that had popped up when he was on my doorstep. He’d looked shady as fuck.
“You should've died a year ago,” I said, the gun still pointed at his head. The bastard just continued to grin at me.
Just as I was about to pull the trigger, Makonovich lifted his hand, the gun in his hold not one I'd seen until now. He fired, and it was as if it played out in slow motion. I felt the bullet slam into my side, felt the blood immediately start to seep out. The searing pain consumed my body, like fire licking across my very veins.
It hit me like a semi, and I was on my ass on the ground. A wave of dizziness slammed into me, and I looked at my side to see the blood rushing out. I placed my hand on the wound, adding pressure. My gun had slipped from my grasp, and I searched for it, finally seeing it a few feet away. But Makonovich was already above me, his expression now stoic, but his eyes showing evil intent.