“No Mel,” he whispered. “Not like this.”
I tried to pull him back to me. I needed this. He couldn’t tell me no now.
“Please.”
I was doing what I swore I’d never do. Begging for sex from someone I’d never been with before. I didn’t care though. I had to have him. I had to forget Miguel.
“Mel, I want to, trust me.” He caught my face in his hands and held me still. “But you’ve been drinking and ya just saw that on TV. I can’t. I don’t wanna be that man to you.”
My goodness, I wanted him. If he’d just check between my legs, he’d know. But more than that, I needed him. Now!
I kissed his cheek, across his jawline, and to his ear.
“I need to forget, Brett. Please help me.”
I sucked his earlobe and heard him inhale deeply.
“I won’t regret this. You said you’d help me. I need you to do this for me. Even if it’s only for a short time, I need it.”
Yeah, not only was I begging, but I was laying a guilt trip. I reached into his hair and held on tightly, pulling my body up and pressing my chest against his. Guys could only handle so much before their bodies took over, right?
I started rubbing my hands down his chest, gliding over his hardened nipples and the ring in one, to his chiseled abdomen. Pulling back, I watched his eyes as the internal debate came to an end. They glazed over with lust, and I knew I had won.
I undid his towel and bit my lip as his hardness sprung forward from beneath it. Wrapping both of my hands around his length, I closed my eyes, quickly becoming lost in the feel of him between my fingers. He was very large and extremely hard, exciting me even more than I already was.
Sliding my hands lower, I was mesmerized by his body, when I felt something out of place. Just as I was about to look down to see what it was, Brett’s lips found mine, kissing me fiercely.
He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. We continued to kiss with wild abandonment, sucking and biting lips, as he carried me down the hall to his bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind us, he broke the kiss, and leaned down to spread me out on the bed.
He stood completely naked before me, the beauty of his body taking my breath away. Miguel had a shiny brown appeal to his skin, his muscles well defined everywhere. Brett was equally as sexy and built, but in a different way. His muscles were larger and appeared powerful, his tone a light tan, he was extremely appealing. The artwork across his skin turned me on more than I’d expected. In addition to the tattoos on his arms and pec, he had a word written in Greek down his side, and an intricate cross on his thigh. The ring in the nipple below the dragon tattoo was like icing on the cake. I wanted to trace each one with my tongue.
He watched my eyes carefully, waiting for me to back out at any minute. I was studying his body, and as my eyes settled lower, I saw the piercing on his hard cock. That’s what I felt in the living room! My eyes got big and I smiled hugely. Oh yeah, I wanted to know what that felt like.
Seeing my resolve, he lowered himself between my legs, and started taking my shirt off. I watched his arms and chest flex as he moved and heard him gasp as he pulled my shirt over my head. Once it was removed from blocking my sight, I saw that he was staring at my breasts, breathing heavily. He took another look at my eyes, giving me one last chance to change my mind. I reached out, pulling him down to me, telling him I wasn’t going to.
His mouth went directly to my breasts. Cupping one under his mouth, he sucked my nipple in hard, my nerves flaring to life beneath him. I clung to him, allowing the feel of his hard, warm body to suffuse every sense I had. His other hand traveled down to my shorts, easily pushing them and my underwear lower.
He lifted up briefly to pull them off my legs and silently gazed at my body lying naked below him. His intense look of desire and need matched my own as I begged him with my eyes to fulfill my wish.
Slowly sliding his hands up my thighs, over my hips, my stomach, he brought his hands to my breasts, molding his hands around them, as his body returned to mine. Lowering his head, he kissed me slowly, seductively. His tongue danced inside my mouth, hinting toward what was to come elsewhere.
“Please don’t regret this,” he whispered against my lips.
“I won’t,” I whispered back. “I need this.”
He nodded his head in agreement and began kissing a path back down my body. It was a fight to keep Miguel out of my thoughts, but when his hands pushed my thighs apart and he settled his mouth on top of my sensitive area, I had no trouble forgetting.
He started slowly, gently. But that’s not what I needed. I grabbed his hair in my fists and pushed his face into me. I needed it hard and fast. I needed it to be intense. I needed to forget everything.
Realizing what I was saying with my actions, he gave me what I asked for. He sucked hard on my nub, his tongue roughly caressing it right before he bit it. My back arched and I cried out. Nobody had ever bit me like that before. I almost lost control just from that one bite.
He didn’t stop. He kept going. He slid his tongue from my entrance, to my nub, and then back, going all the way to my ass while pushing my cheeks up into the air. His movements were so intense, felt so good, I didn’t have any time to comprehend what he was doing.
His fingers gripping tightly to fight the spasms of my body, he held my ass in his hands, then flattened his tongue, and took one long swipe from my rear, past my entrance, to my nub. I was lost in sensations and didn’t know how to handle the intense pressure building inside me.
Sliding his hands to my thighs, he held my legs wide apart. Bringing his knees up underneath him, he lifted my legs higher into the air, while frantically rubbing his face side to side across my slick folds. I could feel the moisture spreading everywhere across both of us while his small whiskers tickled and shot electricity throughout my body.
I felt his tongue press down as he slid himself to my nub, sucking and moaning against me, while the vibrations traveled deep inside. Sliding his finger inside me, he rubbed my nub with his other finger, pulling back to watch his hand at work. Lifting slightly, he blew softly against the tender, wet area, his eyes focused on my reaction, while he tried to catch his breath. It was so erotic, knowing he was looking at me and watching how I responded to him.
He leaned over and bit my inner thigh, immediately sucking the slight pain away. Returning his mouth to my core, his fingers continued their assault. I felt my release about to burst free, when he pulled his hand away, halting my reprieve, and moved his body up to mine.
Sliding his hands through my hair, he pulled my mouth to his. He was dripping wet. Everywhere around his mouth held my scent and taste. He plunged his tongue inside and found mine with his teeth, biting and pulling it further into his mouth. I matched his actions, crazed for more, as he filled me with a passion I’d never known before.
Taking my hands in his, he pulled them tightly above my head, holding them in place with one of his. I was stretched out, ready for him. Without warning, he reached down, taking his cock in his hand, and positioned it at my entrance, forcefully thrusting forward. He was hard and long, I could feel him reach all the way to my womb before he retreated, then thrust inside again and again.
Every time he moved, the friction from his piercing would send shockwaves echoing throughout my body. I was already so close, my legs shaking and my fingernails digging into the hand holding them above my head. I screamed out as he threw his weight into me, his hardness stretching my depth. My legs clenched around him and my back arched up into his body as my body came apart around him. He kept moving, not relenting in the least.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He growled between thrusts.
He lowered my back down to the bed, released my arms, and quickened his pace even more. Returning his mouth to my breasts, he bit my nipples even harder. The pleasure-pain on the sensitive skin reacting, my muscles tightened around his cock each time he repeated the action.
His mouth grazed over every pa
rt of my body he could reach. Biting. Sucking. Kissing. Licking. He was an animal. But he knew what I needed now. I didn’t need to make love. I needed to forget everything and only feel what he was doing to me.
Before I realized what he was doing, he reared back, throwing his body down between my legs again. I didn’t even have time to prepare myself before he thrust his tongue deep inside, growling, while he licked and plunged into me repeatedly.
Devouring me with his mouth, his hand found my nub, already swollen and sensitive; he grabbed it with his fingers and squeezed, then flicked, and squeezed again. I lost all control of my body. My legs shook so hard I was afraid I’d never walk again, my back arched higher than I thought possible, and my knuckles were turning white grabbing onto his sheets.
Holding me with one arm around my hips, he kept moving his tongue repeatedly until I couldn’t take anymore.
“Brett!” I screamed.
He didn’t stop. He pushed me further, and I came again immediately.
He lifted his head and looked up at me. I couldn’t breathe, or control any movements. My entire body was still trembling. He grinned mischievously, as he tried to catch his breath, the sweat dripping from his sexy body. Biting his lip, he chuckled, then flipped me over.
I didn’t think I could handle much more, let alone, hold myself up for this. I’d never come this much at one time before. My legs felt like Jell-O.
He didn’t give me time to figure it out though. He jumped off the bed and pulled my ankles, positioning my body over the side of the mattress. My toes just barely touched the floor as he spread my legs and settled himself behind me.
“Hold on, princess.” I heard the smile in his voice and instantly felt revived. Not only was he helping me, but I was making him happy.
I did as he said and grabbed the sheets in front of me. He thrust into me, plunging even deeper in this position. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me further into him with each thrust. My body was over sensitized. Almost instantly my legs began shaking and I felt myself near another release. How could that be?
Involuntarily, I started pulling my knees up on the bed, pushing back against him with my own strength. He followed my lead, moving up behind me, and kept going. Our bodies were making smacking noises that made me smile beneath him.
The smile quickly faded when I felt his hand connect with my ass. It wasn’t hard or painful, but it caught my attention. Infusing me with desperation, I felt frantic. I started moving fast and hard against his thrusts, throwing my own weight backward into him. I was growling. I’d never growled before! But I was now, loudly. It was like I couldn’t get him deep enough inside me. With every growl I gave him, he’d pull me tighter against him, trying to help me.
Finding our rhythm, he reached around and grabbed my breasts that were bobbing back and forth from our movements. He found my nipples and pulled them tightly, shooting sparks of fire throughout my body.
“Mel!” He breathed my name, and pulled harder on my nipples.
I was gone. I pushed back into his length one more time and found my release. I came so hard I felt it splash against the two of us as he continued to plunge into me.
“God, Mel, you feel so good!”
He let go of my breasts and grabbed my hips tightly. He was moving like a jackhammer now and I knew he had to be close. His body was hitting me so hard, I felt his balls spring forward with his thrusts, and smack me when he’d enter.
“Brett, Brett.” I said his name and felt him clench down against me.
He poured himself into me, moaning loudly against my back.
I could feel his dick throbbing inside me, even after he stopped moving. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I fell forward, my face landing in the pile of sheets I’d pulled in front of me.
Laying down beside me, he wrapped his arm around my back. We were covered in sweat, body fluids, and a whole lot of bite marks, but I’d never felt better.
Once I caught my breath, I turned my head to look at him. He moved my hair out of my face and smiled at me.
“Thank you,” I whispered and smiled back.
He laughed at me. “I think I should be thanking you for that.”
There was no regret. There was only a calm peace that washed over me. I felt like I had control of some part of my life again.
We both decided to take another shower and get back to Josie. He had wanted to take me out to eat to avoid more hospital food, but we had used the time elsewhere and were stuck eating when we got back.
We had sex one more time in the shower…agreeing that we wouldn’t do this again after today. But since we were here, and naked, we’d take advantage of it.
The shower wasn’t as rough, but it was still intense. He made me finish three times before he’d even entered me. After two more times with him inside me, he joined me, and bit down so hard on my shoulder I thought he’d draw blood. I didn’t care though. Again, it’s what I needed. And for once, I could give back to him. Even if it was only my body, just for one day, the smile on his face as he pulled back and the water spraying down on our faces in the shower, was worth every minute of it.
When we exited the apartment, we looked at the two officers and had to stifle our laughs. I wasn’t quiet, neither was he, so we knew they had heard us and were aware of what was going on. I didn’t care. If they had any idea what I’d been through, they’d probably have offered themselves.
Once we returned to the hospital, the nurse on duty told us Josie woke up, but only to go to the bathroom, and went right back to sleep. I kissed his forehead and sat down on the chair near him.
My body was still having sporadic episodes of shaking as I enjoyed replaying every moment in my head. I’d had sex plenty of times before, but never that forceful or with that many releases. I must have been blushing while I was thinking, because Brett looked over at me and laughed.
“You better stop thinking about it over there. I’m only a man you know.”
I laughed at him because he was right. I wished we could do it again already. If I kept thinking about it, I’d be the one to go over to him and convince him to show me what else he could do. But I had a life that had fallen apart and I had to figure out where to put the pieces. No matter how good it felt on the outside, I had to take care of the inside of me first.
CHAPTER 33
Brett ended up missing more than a few days of work. He insisted he had weeks of vacation time that he’d never used so it was okay, but I felt bad until he told me about the letter Mr. Banes had given him. In it, Brett was said to be on temporary paid leave from the Red Cross to help with a private, military issue. Since the letter was signed by the president of the United States, there would be no possibility that anyone could complain.
Today made twenty days since we’d arrived at the embassy, and each of those days, Brett and I grew closer. He was wonderful with Josie, encouraging him, helping him to do small tasks, and cheering him on. But he was equally as amazing with me. He’d become so much more than a friend. We had agreed not to indulge in any more sexual activities, but we shared the same bed, woke up and went to sleep together, took walks around the hospital, and spent countless hours talking and laughing. It was hard at times to avoid the desires we both had, but the obvious problems I still faced forced us to put that on hold.
Although Josiah still had a long recovery ahead of him, the doctor said that he could return to the U.S., and that they would connect us with the appropriate doctors there. Mr. Banes came to see me after lunch and explained that we would be leaving in two days, on an already scheduled military flight, because they didn’t want to do anything that might draw attention. Even though he wasn’t the best at providing information about the situation, I had to ask for clarification.
“Can you please tell me what’s going on and what the plans are? I know you can’t tell me the specifics, but if it revolves around me or my son, I think I need to know something.” I tried to plead my case to him. I didn’t want to return home and be blind to wh
at was going on around us.
“I can’t tell you much, everything’s still being investigated. I can tell you that you’ll be under full police protection. More so than your sister is.” He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, wondering if I understood.
“Okay, but how long will that last? It’s not permanent is it?”
“No, Ms. Sandviel, it’s not. I cannot give a definite end date though. It’s dependent on many factors. This is necessary until we fish out any and all accomplices, and know that you’re safe from retaliation. After that, you’ll stay under protection until the trial.”
Trial? What trial? Geez, I was naïve. I thought my written report would be the end of this and I could put my life back together. I had begun to feel good about things during the past two weeks. Well, not my broken heart, that was still killing me, but the rest of it I was handling well. Now I was finding out that it’s ongoing, with no end in sight.
“Trial?” I asked, fearful of what his answer may be.
“Yes, we need you to testify against the conspirators in this case. I believe you’ll only have to appear once though, not at multiple hearings. Your son is too young to testify, so his doctor, therapist, and nurses will testify on his behalf.”
Well, that was a relief. I’d just have to toughen up and deal with this. I nodded my head as I digested the information he gave me.
“But,” He drew out the word and smiled, “I did pull some strings to set up something I think will help you deal with the protection a little better.”
I looked at him questionably. How could it be better?
“And?”
“I had Mr. Caveleri’s military rank and security clearance reinstated. He will be the lead officer in charge of your and your sister’s security detail. He’ll be the one inside the house with you on a daily basis.”
I suppose that is better. But why did he do such a thing, and was Brett aware of this? I stood there, knowing if I waited patiently, he’d give me a little more before closing the door on information. He didn’t disappoint me.
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