Rock Hard Bodyguard

by Alexis Abbott

  “Still sure, or are you having second thoughts, sweetheart?”

  She swallows, but she looks up into my eyes, resolute. “I wanna know what you can do to me.”

  I practically lunge forward, and she falls on her back, legs spread before me, the challenge in her voice spurring me on. This little brat really does know how to get what she wants. I wonder if she knows just what she’s getting into.

  My hands go to her panties, and I pull them up, bringing her legs together and lifting them up as I pull the fabric off. Rather than letting her legs fall back down, though, I catch her by the ankles once the fabric is fluttering to the bed by the side.

  Her face looks scared and excited all at once, and her fingers are sliding to her exposed slit. The moment they make contact, I can hear just how ready she is and see the glimmer of her honey shining on her fingers.

  “Impatient, aren’t you?” I chuckle as I rest her ankles on my shoulders, looking down her bare legs to her needy form. Her free hand is toying with her nipple like I was a moment ago. Her lips curl up in a smile that I’m about to wipe from her face.

  I put my hands on her thighs, then put the tip of my stiff cock on her lips, letting my crown meet the tip of her finger.

  She draws it back as if touched by fire, and she gasps, looking down at it. For a moment, there’s reluctance on her face, as if she wonders whether this thing can all really fit into her.

  I give her thigh a reassuring squeeze before I enter her.

  “Aaahhhhh!” she cries out, clenching her eyes and grabbing a fistfull of sheets below her. She’s tight around my cock. There’s no way she’s ever had something inside her as big as me. But at the same time, she’s wetter than anyone I’ve ever been with, and she’s so hot and slick that she can’t be far from releasing already.

  I lean forward so that her legs are back, far back, and I watch her chest rising and falling with each breath before I move my hands to her hips, and I start rocking back and forth.

  When I entered her, I only thrust up halfway. The rest, I have to ease in, rocking it in inch by inch until I can feel my crown grinding against her vaignal walls.

  In my first broad stroke of her insides, her eyes open wide with a gasp, and I know I’ve already found her g-spot. I’m past the point of being able to wait.

  My hips start bucking into her, hard and fast. We’ve totally given into the lust of each other’s bodies, and our tense, sensual exploring has become nothing but lustful rutting. My hips pound into her, and each thrust lets my cock roll up and down her pussy, which is wetting my cock to make it glide inside it like the two organs were made for each other.

  Each pound earns me a whimpering breath from her. Her face is red, mouth open, and her hair is spread out to her side like a dark river.

  My mind flits back to the sight of her fighting alongside me, handling herself like she would do well in my line of work. The sight of her ass as we moved through the hotel room together. Hell, the very sight of her when I first saw her in the doorway, hitting me like a freight train.

  My cock stiffens harder than ever, and she cries out as I feel her orgasm tightening up in her before releasing, her cry of pleasure resonating throughout the soundproof room as I feel the slick wetness of her pussy get wetter around my cock. Her honey is all over my groin, her thighs, my ass, and the sheets as she comes, but I don’t hold back or relent for a second.

  I keep going.

  I’m like a machine inside her, pounding with precise regularity, my heavy balls getting tight and needy with each thrust. I have control over myself so that I can make her lose all control.

  “Oh god, Wes,” she moans under me as I feel her legs on my torso, the warmth of her body on mine making us both glisten in the pale light of the safe room, our little hole in the world where nothing can intrude on us. “How...how are you...ohhhh!”

  I can almost see her tightening and relaxing, the tension moving up her like a tide and leaving behind sweet bliss in every muscle, every inch of her body. Her orgasms leave her glowing more warmly than the cameras ever could.

  Finally, when I’ve had my fun ruthlessly driving her over the edge of orgasm, I slowly bring my bucking to a halt and slide my cock out of her.

  She gives a whimper of protest, suddenly looking down at me with that pouting lip out. I let her legs fall to the mattress, and she finally winces from the effort of keeping her body so twisted around for so long.

  “Not feeling tired already, are you?” I tease.

  “Don’t give yourself too much credit,” she breathes, winking up at me.

  “Careful, Miss Parker,” my voice rumbles as I lower myself down to her wet lips, the heady smell of her passion in the air, “or you’ll take on more than you can handle.”

  Before she can reply, I open my mouth and kiss her pussy, my tongue diving into her and tasting her sweet honey in a long, wet stroke.

  Her whole body shivers in delight as she lets herself sprawl out and revel in the feeling of my tongue on her pussy. I stroke again and again, and the feeling of her inner thighs pressing against the sides of my head make my whole world a swirl of heat, lust, and sweet wetness.

  I crave more of her. I grip her ass and bring her closer to me, holding her up against my face as she tosses her head back and lets her breaths come loud and freely as I feel her tension welling up again, her thighs getting tighter around me, and finally, I feel her release again, each of her orgasms coming more naturally than the last.

  She twists her body and writhes to get away from me, breathing heavily as I raise my head and smile at her with a glistening mouth. My own chest rises and falls with slow, steady breaths. I’m in control, from start to finish.

  And I’m not finished with her yet.

  But I’m not cruel. I let her crawl back before I move forward onto her, sliding a hand under her neck and looming over her while my cock rests on top of her pussy. She shivers, a thrill running up her whole body from that sweet center, and her eyes open to look up at me.

  There’s wonder in her eyes. Maybe she can’t believe she’s really letting herself get fucked senseless by a guy she met less than a day ago. Maybe she’s never had anyone make her feel this way. Maybe there’s more in that gaze. It doesn’t matter.

  I gently rock my cock back and forth on her, making her slowly close her eyes again and lean her head back, moaning softly in the gentle motion.

  After that, everything just becomes a dizzy haze of lust, like those moments early in the morning when you’re in that strange world between dreaming and being awake. My cock is still stiff and hard, needy, my balls almost sore with need for Molly.

  As for her, she never seems to stop moving. I would have thought her to be totally worn out by now, but within a few minutes, her hips are starting to thrust up into me softly, quietly asking me for more. Her lips caress my shaft, reminding me of how good they feel, how tight she is around me.

  When she starts running her fingers through my hair and looking up into my eyes, I smile down at her and kiss those lips that I’ve abused so terribly tonight.

  “Ready for more?” I ask, my voice gravelly.

  “I want to ride you,” she pleads.

  “You’re brave.”

  “Tell me something I don’t know.”

  My smile grows into a grin. I turn over onto my back--it’s an awkward move, since this bed is so small compared to what she must be used to, but she manages to stay on top of me. Once I’m on my back, she turns her back to me and kneels down.

  My cock is straight upright, and even though she isn’t letting herself sit on me, it’s already touching her sensitive lips, and I see her quiver.

  She turns her head and looks down at me with lidded eyes, her hair half-covering the mischievous smile on her face.

  “Don’t get into something you can’t handle,” I warn her, raising an eyebrow at her boldness, considering how tight she was and how much of her I took up while on top of her.

  “Worried?” she asks,
a challenging edge to her voice.

  “For you? Yeah,” I growl, and the next moment, I put my hands around her hips and lower her onto me like a sheath around a sword.

  Immediately, I feel her shudder around me in utmost pleasure, just as hot and wet as she was when we first started. She lowers her head, hair falling over her like a veil, but she tosses it back the next moment. The sight I get is that of her hair falling over her shoulders like a waterfall, ending in her round, firm ass that covers my cock.

  Her ass is incredible. I’d take it as payment any day. The feel of it pressing against me as I lower her down to the hilt is worth a million words. And right now, it’s all mine.

  She starts trying to rock up and down, back and forth on my cock, but even with her on top of me, she finds that I’m in complete control. I hold her hips like reins, and I twist her any way I want her as I thrust my hips up into her. Each thrust leaves her almost helpless, and she looks like she’s riding a mechanical bull as she tries to keep herself upright.

  Her long legs are folded at my sides, trembling with the effort of everything she’s done today. I thought the fight would wear her out, but we’re getting more of a workout fucking each other into the night.

  The tip of my cock grinds deeply against the opposite side of her pussy this time, but each new part of her I feel gives me so much pleasure that I could burst at any second.

  I could carry her all night like this, and I’m half-tempted to do just that. But this poor girl can’t hold out much longer. The way things are going, I wouldn’t be surprised if she wears me out at the same time.

  I start thrusting upward harder, keeping a stronger grip on her hips and the soft skin around her waist. The actress’s figure is so much more real than I was expecting, so human, so wonderful in every way.

  And now, she’s mine.

  Before long, I’m pounding up into her savagely, less precisely than before, letting my momentum run totally wild. All poor Molly can do while I fuck her is use her hands to keep herself upright while I have my way with her, and I see her lips opening as she nears the edge of oragsm.

  “Come in me, Wes!” she gasps suddenly, “fuck, I’ve- I’ve got to feel you in me!”

  Irresponsible. Bad idea. Mistake. And sweet, messy release.

  Thoughts race through my head like a storm, and it all comes crashing back to reality that this is an impulsive, spur-of-the-moment thing we’re both doing, throwing caution to the wind…

  ...and it’s that thought that makes my balls clench up and my cock stiffen, poised, ready to release in just a few precious moments.

  Those split-seconds between the point of no return and the big release have always been meaningful to me. It’s as if a thousand thoughts fly through me all at once, so intensely, so sweetly.

  This time, it’s just the thought of Molly and that ass of hers that explodes a thousand times stronger in my head before a shot of white-hot seed erupts into her.

  With the first shot, I realize that her whole body is shuddering around me, a full-body orgasm wracking her system. From the soft underside of my cock to the bulging tip and my whole pelvis, my my entire body feels the same intensity of the orgasm while shot after shot of my pearly fluid enters her, going deep into her body, warming her and mixing with her honey.

  It’s sloppy, exhausting, and completely blissful. The relief of my balls has never felt more fulfilling, more rewarding than when spilling into Molly Parker.

  That’s a thought I didn’t think I’d be having by the end of today.

  I reach up and take hold of her hair while more thrusts explode into her. I have so much seed that even she seems surprised by how long it takes for me to completely empty myself into her, to spend every last drop of myself in the sweetest pussy I’ve ever known.

  Finally, when I’ve taken her completely, I let out a deep breath and release her hair, then her hips, and my arms fall to my side while my chest starts rising and falling in ragged, satisfied breaths.

  I don’t know how long we just stay there, my cock still hard inside her, my whole body relieved, hers a melting pile of gorgeous limbs and long hair stuck on top of me, both of us breathing heavily.

  The room is thick with heat and sex.

  What the hell did we just do?

  Finally, I slide my hands to her hips, and she takes the cue to help get her off my cock, slowly, a sweet whimper of sensitivity coming from her lips as she gets off and falls next to me on the bed.

  We stay there next to each other for a few moments before I look over at her, not knowing what to expect to see on her face.

  I’m relieved to see the same uncertainty written all over the gaze she’s giving me.

  “Did we just do that?” she whispers, her voice ragged.

  “We did, sweetheart,” I say with my own boyish smile. “How do you feel about it?”

  “I...I don’t know,” she says, sincere confusion in her quiet voice, “just that that’s the best I’ve ever felt in as long as I can remember.”

  “Yeah,” I say in agreement, and I see her cheeks blush at the thought that I feel the same way.

  Jesus, how do we go from knowing exactly how to do everything with each other to not knowing where the hell to start with each other?

  “Here,” I say, rolling out of bed and walking to fetch a few cloths stored in the small room. I wet them in the warm water of the sink and take them to Molly and start to help clean her up, getting the sweat and traces of our lovemaking off her.

  She doesn’t resist when I run the warm towels over her body, nor when I get some fresh ones and dry her off. She just looks up at me with those huge eyes.

  Finally, when she’s dry and I start to wad the towels up, she stops me with a small hand on my wrist, and I look down at her. Her pleading eyes tell me everything, and I bend over to meet her in a soft kiss that makes my cock start to stiffen again.

  Just what is she getting at?

  When the kiss breaks, I smile down at her. “Careful, you won’t get any sleep tonight acting like that.”

  That brings a smile to her dreamy face, and she looks down to the bed as if she forgot it was there. “Oh- oh right, I guess that’s a thing we should do tonight, huh?”

  “That’s a thing you should do tonight,” I say, starting to pull my clothes back on. “I’m your bodyguard, sweetheart. No letting my guard down for a little shuteye when you’ve got armed men looking for you, not even in the safe room. I’ll keep an eye on things. You get some rest and…” And think about whatever it was we just had together, I think. “...well, get some rest,” my gruff voice grunts.

  She bobs her head absently, picking up her underwear a moment before giving up and tossing it aside, pulling the sheets over her.

  I find a place to sit down and get comfortable with, but I feel myself being watched. I look over and see those amber eyes gazing at me, her face half-covered by the blankets.

  I hold back a laugh. Her billboard was always staring down at me, and here she is again. I like it this way much better.

  “Are you sure you can’t sleep?” she says softly.

  “Don’t sweat it, Miss Parker,” I say in a low, husky tone. “You’ve been through a lot tonight.” I check the time on the wall, and I add, “By the way, merry Christmas.”

  I can make out a smile under the hair and blankets, and she murmurs “Merry Christmas” back to me.

  Before long, I watch the blankets start rising and falling in a steady rhythm as she drifts into sleep.

  Staying awake won’t be a problem for me. I’m used to keeping watch late at night. Just not over such a stunningly beautiful prize like Molly.

  I give my head a shake. What kind of thoughts are those? She’s a spoiled Hollywood starlet, a client, no more.

  But I can’t shake the nagging voice at the back of my head.

  I’m starting to like this starlet.

  9

  Molly

  I wake up to the sensation of someone gently stroking the hair
back from my forehead and temples. I open my eyes slowly, feeling very heavy and exhausted. Like it’s the morning after a particularly vigorous work out. As I blink, the room comes spinning into focus. That blank ceiling with the circular light. Gray walls. And it all comes rushing back to me.

  Eddie. The hotel. The mercenaries. The roof. The safe room.

  Wes.

  Us. Together.

  I sit up straight on the twin bed, eyes wide. Wes looks down at me, his arms folded over his chest. “Merry Christmas,” he says flatly.

  I groan, rubbing my hand over my face. “Yeah. You, too.”

  “How’d you sleep?” he asks, his voice a little softer now. Kinder.

  I yawn and stretch, feeling the ache in my back. This mattress isn’t exactly what I’m used to sleeping on. I shrug. “Okay, I guess. How about you?”

  He walks away into the en suite bathroom. “I didn’t.”

  “Didn’t what?” I ask, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

  “Sleep. I’m your bodyguard, remember? We may be in a safe room but it’s still in my job description to stay vigilant and watch out for you,” he says.

  “Oh,” I murmur, feeling guilty and uneasy. There’s something off in the air this morning. Something wrong. Like I’ve done something to tip the scales and now the whole world is just slightly off-balance.

  Well, I think to myself, you did fuck your bodyguard last night.

  Yeah. There’s that.

  “So what’s the plan today?” I ask, getting up and walking over to lean against the wall next to the bathroom door, which is slightly ajar. I can hear Wes washing his hands, splashing water on his face. Probably trying to wake himself up and stay alert. I feel awful that he didn’t get to sleep last night. It doesn’t seem fair. If I had known he was going to stay up all night to keep watch, I would have at least offered to take the watch in shifts rather than just conking out for the night.