by Paula Ridge
I feel the room spinning when she applies rubbing alcohol on the wound. I try to remain focused, but blackness overcomes me and my head slumps back against the chair.
Ch 3 – Chloe
I noticed again, before he passed out, that he has the most amazing blue eyes. They are almost paralyzing.
Three hours have passed, and I have done my best to keep him comfortable, even holding his hand. I admire my handiwork, that summer nursing internship at the hospital sure came in handy, with my imagination going wild to see more of his glorious body. It’s tempting to take advantage of him while he’s out cold, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
It is fun, and a little frustrating at the same time, to see him shirtless at the mercy of my hungry stare. He has marks on his body that I am sure come with stories about how he got them, but I bet he has probably never told anybody about them.
I lustfully look down at the man in my bed and wonder who he is. I know his name is Jake Camden from peeking into his wallet and a quick search on the internet reveals very little about his status with the military. I wasn’t expecting much. There is no way to resist these natural urges. I’m selective about my partners, afraid to be pulled into the gravity of their problems, but damn he is hot.
There’s a glass of orange juice next to the bed and I see him sleeping over my shoulder from where I’m standing, at the window, watching the comforting waves crashing in.
He mumbles something and I carefully tiptoe across the pinewood floors. He suddenly grabs my wrist and there’s this glaze over his eyes indicating that he really doesn’t know where he’s at or how he got here. He stares at me with those same blue eyes, giving me ideas that are not exactly pure at heart.
He releases my wrist and gently moves a strand of hair over my ear with his fingers grazing my earlobe. “My God! You are absolutely gorgeous, and we already know your body is sexy as all hell,” he offers, and a fire is lit in my panties. Nobody has ever complemented me like that; at least not when they were sober.
“You know...I never thanked you properly for saving me this morning,” I say as my lips start puckering on their own.
“There is no need for that; I was just doing what any good man would do if he saw a lady in trouble. Besides, you have been very kind in taking care of me, and I don’t want to overstep and take advantage of the situation.”
Even though he is not my type at all, I want him badly and I’m not going to let him off that easily. “Well, whether you like it or not, I am going to thank you and you are going to accept it!”
I lean down and press my lips against his. They are surprisingly soft, and I start to melt from the heat.
I try to say something to curb my sexual appetite, but he silences me with a finger on my lips. He moves that same finger, not wasting any time, until he is unbuttoning the starched white shirt I use to sleep in.
I catch my breath and my body vibrates when he spreads out the shirt, exposing my breasts. He leans in and sucks one nipple in without even warning me. I cry out with my hands over my head holding onto the headboard.
The bed is made of sturdy local materials built to my specifications. It does not move the entire time his tongue slowly circles each hard bud and then travels in a direct line around my navel, steadily closer to the heat.
“I almost forgot what this feels like, but it’s all coming back to me. I think you know what you do to me. I watched you sleep, and it took everything in me not to touch you. I can’t resist and I don’t want to,” I expel those words from my parched lips with my tongue playing over their surface, trying to find any moisture.
My stomach muscles tense in response to the liquid heat of his mouth kissing every piece of exposed skin. I’m vulnerable and ready, poised on the edge, waiting for him to touch me in the right way. I’m begging him to take that next step and my eyes widen with my legs spreading, inviting him to get a closer look.
I’m already sopping wet from hours of teasing myself mercilessly by slowly pulling down the sheet to see his naked chest without touching it.
It’s perfect in every way, and his mouth slowly devours me with the insertion of his tongue to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“I’m a hair-trigger. You know exactly how to touch me. I may not have the strength to fight these overwhelming feelings, but I don’t see you complaining.” I look down with my hands planted on the mattress underneath me, struggling to sit up to see his smiling face and his eyes alight with passion gazing up at me.
His mouth is temporarily occupied doing something more pleasurable than talking.
My whole body climbs that ladder of desire and my head begins to spin until everything in the room is disjointed and out of focus.
I lose the battle with the expert way he is orally satisfying me. The sounds of his mouth and grunts of encouragement are more than enough to break the sound barrier with my orgasmic release.
I don’t hold back, and I swear the windowpanes are rattling in response. The pleasure continues with him placing those lips on my pronounced button. I kick out my heels in a wide arc with my inner thighs quivering. I have held back the urges for too long and can’t help but to give him free access.
“There is no reason why we can’t enjoy one another,” he insists, and he slowly advances until he is kissing me with my taste temporarily imprinted on his lips.
I hear the shuffling of his pants and I gasp from seeing him in the living flesh.
I can feel something pressing against me and I know what it is. His naked body is hovering over me and my hands are pinned to the mattress, with his fingers intertwined in mine.
I look up to him with desire dripping off my face, “We can stop whenever you want, but I really don’t want you to. Is that selfish? I suppose it is, but you have to admit the pleasure more than outweighs the fact that we’re virtually strangers to one another. I can’t speak...for you, but I know what I want,” I falter with those few seconds dragging on until finally, he shows me that he is indeed a man of action.
His knob presses against me with my body accepting the heated point of his spear. We both watch each other as he continues to slide between those lips. His instrument is exactly the right size and thickness for me. It is stretching me until I can’t see straight.
Every inch is soon enveloped within the folds of my sexual desire.
I take a moment to stare into his liquid blue eyes of persuasion. He hasn’t said anything, but another part of his anatomy is screaming yes to my proposition to throw caution to the wind.
Jake runs his fingers down my rib cage. “I remember how you pulled me back from the edge before I did something regrettable. The instant I saw you, you made me understand what I have been missing,” he professes as he continues to slide back and forth between those slippery lips.
This is a turning point and a poignant milestone in our lives. Life can sometimes show no mercy, but these glimmers of hope are here to grab onto.
My heart is beating wildly with no distinct rhythm and I’m breathing heavily, feeling that pressure build, until I can practically feel the steam coming out of my ears.
His momentum crashes down on top of me and he nips at the skin on the side of my neck to make everything outside this room disappear. I’m with him body and soul, completely taken by the way he plays me like a musical instrument. He knows what strings to pluck to make that musical melody.
Suddenly, something amazing happens. My insides flip upside down and I squeeze with more than a little determination.
“I know you can feel it, and I can certainly feel what you are doing to me. I’m trying, but I don’t know how long I can keep this pace up,” he utters against my ear with his hips pounding relentlessly on top of me, riding the crest of my climatic moment with his shaft rubbing my clit on every downward thrust.
The orgasm I had a moment ago is nothing compared to the one he has stirred to the surface.
This one is too much for him, and I can read between the lines when h
is face transforms from a pleasing sensation to an all-over body explosion. He holds still and I can feel him throbbing, with no way to stop the fire from consuming me.
I wanted to know what love is supposed to feel like and he’s giving me that and more. I’m going to need some time to think things through, but for the moment, it appears what I have been looking for has found me.
“I might need a few minutes before we continue. I don’t want either one of us to pass out,” he hesitates with his hot body on top of me.
My legs are lying limp on the bed with him still between them. I can feel the warmth of his discharge. Every shot made this thunderous smack echo in my ears.
My eyelids are fluttering and I’m slowly coming back down from the place only those that have experienced it can possibly understand.
It has never felt so real as with his head on my shoulder, and I don’t want to do anything to mess this up.
I get one hand free and place it on the warmth of his cheek. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say after something like this. I don’t think yippee is appropriate,” I gasp, still in a bit of shock from how easily this happened and with so little effort.
I didn’t know it beforehand, but he is the man I have been waiting for my whole life, to give me those tender kisses.
I sigh deeply when he stands and turns one last time to me, completely naked. Those muscles are calling me to do it again. He shoots me a kiss on his way to the door. I turn over and hear the door close behind him on the way out.
Ch 4 – Jake
Waking up, I’m still enjoying the aftermath. Chloe’s intoxicating scent is still prevalent and serves as a great reminder of our passionate exchange from yesterday.
The knife wound was superficial and only required three stitches. Her handiwork is quite impressive. They look like they have been done by somebody with a steady hand. I do a self-assessment of my condition. There are no broken bones and the blade did not come into contact with any vital organs. The human body is vulnerable, but I couldn’t ask for a better bedside manner.
I need to get my head straight after finding a woman like Chloe. I don’t deserve what she gave me, but I’m hard-pressed to deny her anything. There’s this instant connection that’s more than physical going on. I wish I had some reference, but my relationships were mere footnotes in my history.
“Dude, what’s wrong with you, your head has been somewhere else all day,” Shane scolds me.
“My bad, man,” I try to explain. “This new girl I met yesterday has my head spinning, and I can’t put my finger on why.” I did have some friends on the endangered species list when it came to relationships, but something about this just feels right. She has this spirit about her, this unending hope that makes me want to be a better man. The way she looks at me pulls me into the present and lets the haunting memories of my past fade away.
“You mean Chloe?”
“How did you know?” I ask.
“Well, you’ve mumbled her name a dozen times already; who is she?”
“I saw her on the beach, and this guy tried to rob her, and I stepped in. He got away, but not before he got me with a lucky swing of his blade. She took me in and patched me up. Next thing I know she is on top of me, begging me to have sex with her.”
“Dang, she must be something special, to get you all flustered like this.”
“She very well could be, but I’m not sure I want to drag her into our world, you know what I mean?” Shane and I have been in some pretty nasty spots in some of the darkest places on the planet. The things we have seen can’t be easily forgotten and still make sleeping rough. My dad and gramps never talked about that part of serving, but maybe they were different people before they went off to war compared to how I grew to know them. There wasn’t a lot of laughter in our house growing up, but my mom and dad both had a look of pride constantly on their faces, like they knew the importance of their sacrifices.
Shane makes that face I know all too well, “Yeah, I do. Our jobs are not easy on the women in our lives, with the constant travel and the wondering if we are safe.”
Even as the words come tumbling out of his mouth, I still can’t shake her from my mind.
Shane continues, “If she is in your head this much, you have to go talk to her and have a real conversation, see if you do indeed have a future.”
I know he is right, and I start walking to her place on the premise of retrieving my shirt, but, actually, it’s to have the talk. It’s a great excuse to see her again and I want her to see me, the whole me. I want her to crave that moment of passion all over again, but knowing all that comes with it.
I reach her door and take a breath before knocking. It’s funny how I have no problem jumping right into a fight with bullets flying all around me, but I need to gather myself to talk to a sweet woman that I have already slept with.
“Jake, what a nice surprise, I didn’t think I would see you so soon,” she says with a little shock in her voice.
Just seeing her again ignites a need to satisfy her all over, and confirms why I have to be here.
“Yeah, well, um...I forgot my shirt yesterday and wanted to come get it. It’s my lucky shirt, you know?” I stumble over my words as my pulse quickens.
Get it together! You are a highly trained and experienced special ops soldier! I scold myself and get back to the task at hand.
“Chloe, actually, the real reason I am here is to tell you that yesterday meant something to me. It was not just a throwaway one-night stand experience. I want to see more of you, but you need to know and understand my world before we do.”
As I explain my career and what that means for a relationship, I can see her mind is working overtime. I’m not sure she is fully comprehending it, but there is something cooking up in that pretty little head of hers.
“It’s such a wonderful day today; let’s not waste it on heavy thoughts and what ifs,” she says with a glowing smile.
It’s hard to argue with such a beauty, especially when she gives me that smile.
“You mind lifting up your shirt for me? I want to see how your wound is healing...”
“Are you sure that’s the entire reason?”
“What? You think I can’t control myself?”
“Well, you are licking your lips and undressing me with your eyes,” I retort as I remove my shirt. “There, are you happy now?”
A fresh bead of sweat begins to flow down Chloe’s forehead and her hands wander away from the stitches and up my chest. “Mmm...Yes, very happy!”
As her traveling hands make their way from my shoulders down to my hips, she looks up at me with fire in her eyes, “I think I need to give you a full checkup and make sure everything is in working order.”
Ch 5 - Chloe
I stand in front of him wearing this blue and white sundress with the buttons down the front undone. He watches, intrigued by my attempts to seduce him by diffusing any chance for him to say a word.
He swallows hard and travels his eyes from my neck to the black lace see-through bra and panties to match. I want to make this special for him without making it seem like I have gone to a lot of trouble.
I take his calloused hand and place it on the swell of my bosom. The nipple responds to the feel of his palm swirling in circles to make me moan with encouragement.
“I feel like the luckiest man in the world. This is nothing like what I’ve had in the past. I promise to do my best never to disappoint you. Saving you was a mixed blessing in disguise. I did get hurt, but I found something unexpected. You really do know how to take a man’s breath away, and I’m not just talking about what you’re wearing. It’s in your eyes where I become a victim,” he expresses, with his nimble fingers able to catch the clasp and release it into his eager hands.
His words only heighten my desire for him, and I respond by grabbing onto his khaki shorts. I give them a tug until I come face to face with the great beast.
There is some cleaning to do when I see a small
droplet of his excitement. I squeeze to produce more until that errant drop is slowly running down the length of his inches. He’s still standing with his hands gripping my shoulders and his entire body shimmying in place. I love that my touch can cause him such pleasurable discomfort.
I grab his member and wrap my lips around it. He grunts and presses the head to the back of my throat, waiting for me to make those last couple of inches disappear.
It’s a bit of a feat to fit that large piece, but I manage with a guilty gleam in my eye. The power of oral satisfaction is not something that is lost on me. I find it exhilarating to have him in the palm of my hand, cradling his family jewels. They’re warm to the touch and quite smooth. I can feel the growing concern inside of them and I know to be ready for the initial first shot.
My lips glide to the top, with the tip of my tongue slurping from the tip down along that pronounced vein throbbing in desperate need of release. He’s not down and out, but he does fight the natural inclination to explode.
My cheeks puff out when I show him the outline of his knob. I’m working my hands in a steady motion up and down in a pleasing way to get his attention. I know what is going to happen, but I have other ideas that don’t include a mouthful of hot cream.
“You do know how to tease me mercilessly. I suppose I should confess that I like it. There’s just something about the way you look at me with my rod in your mouth. You have the healing touch and I’m going to lose it and it’s going to be all your fault.” That low rumble inside of him is soon followed by a vibration in the shaft.
I pull back at the last second while holding it at the base to keep him from unloading the burden from his balls. He sees the end, but I see a beginning.
I stand up, still holding onto him, and walk backward to the bed.
He gets this animalistic twinkle in his eyes and his hand propels forward to knock me back until I’m splayed out at his command. He flips me over and my feet reach the floor with my high heels still intact. I feel his insistent swat to my upturned cheeks, and I jump with a yelp of surprise which only encourages his bad behavior.