Slam

by Holly S. Roberts

  Saliva pooled in my mouth as I took him deeper. At the same time, I put additional pressure around his cock. My lips met my fingers and I sucked while bobbing my head. His groan had me tightening my fingers even harder.

  “I want to grab your hair, but I’m afraid I’ll hurt your wound,” he moaned out on a ragged breath.

  His cock slipped from my mouth as I looked up. He stared at the stream of saliva between his dick and my lips. I smiled. “I’m fine. Do what feels good.”

  His eyes sizzled into mine as he placed his fingers in my hair and pushed my mouth to his cock again. I opened wide and took him deeper.

  “Fuck me you’re good at this.”

  I didn’t take it the wrong way—I was good at this. The second lover in my life, an Australian tennis pro, spent a lot of time teaching me fellatio. He wasn’t into returning the favor frequently and I finally kicked him to the sideline. He came out of the closet a year ago and it all made sense. But who better to teach blow jobs than a gay man? I didn’t feel comfortable practicing my skills on most of the men I slept with. For some reason, to me, it was far too intimate and I shied away. Brack was different. I wanted his cock buried deep inside me every minute of every day. I wanted to devour his cock and give him pleasure with my lips and tongue. And, as ridiculous as that sounded, I felt a warm rush between my legs as my body lubricated itself again.

  “Christ, baby,” he whispered huskily as I took him deeper.

  His balls tightened and I knew we were at the point of no return. So much for him coming inside me, well, my vagi that is. I’d give him what he wanted… this time.

  Before another thought formed, he pulled back on my hair and I slurped as his cock left my mouth. “Up here.” He released my hair and pulled under my arms bringing me back on the bed. He rolled so I was face down. He pushed my knees into my chest and in one smooth stroke entered me. His fingers bit into my hips as he pumped away. I could barely breathe as another orgasm built.

  What the hell was it about this man?

  “Come for me, baby.”

  And I did. Louder this time. A moment later he spilled into me with such force I felt it deep inside. The pulses of his cock had me tightening my inner muscles and milking him for everything he was worth.

  Holy hell, I was in lust.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  I continued resting on my stomach with Brack splayed half over my back. He’d pulled my legs down to make me more comfortable but at the same time, he was heavy, and I loved it. His breath feathered through my hair and his palm made soothing motions on my thigh. We’d been this way for maybe ten minutes. Brack wasn’t in a hurry to move, which was nice for a change. I was like most other women on the planet and enjoyed cuddling after sex.

  “You awake?” he finally whispered.

  “No,” I immediately replied. That earned me a stinging pinch to my backside. “I don’t think I can move,” I added with a giggle.

  “Mmm, me either.”

  He made me smile. “You mind if I roll over?”

  He shifted and helped me resituate myself so I faced him with both of us on our sides. I think I could look into his unique eyes every day for the rest of my life. His fingers trailed down my cheek before placing a section of hair behind my ear.

  I had to ask, “So why now?”

  His eyes left mine for a split second before returning. “A million reasons.” His hand traveled from my thigh to my lower belly. “Your amazing body.” He surrounded my breast next and squeezed just to the point of pain before transferring his hand to the other one and giving it the same treatment. “These, which I haven’t yet tasted.”

  The arch of my back was completely involuntary… well, maybe.

  “You’re beautiful.” His other hand went to my head and he gently knuckled my skull. “I think I like this best, though. You’re intelligent, driven, and a sex maniac.”

  I laughed. “A sex maniac? You couldn’t come up with something better to go with intelligent?”

  His eyes burned into mine. “Believe me, baby, there is nothing on earth better than a female sex maniac.”

  I reached over and tossed a pillow at his face. A wrestling match ensued. We both laughed as I tried to get my legs around his hips and pin him down. Not that I tried very hard. This was one match I had no intention of winning. When he tried the same move on me, we ended up with him holding my shoulders down and his lips on my breast. I sank my fingers into his hair and moaned as he pulled my nipple with his teeth.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “You’ll beg me to stop,” he whispered as he sucked my breast for the first time. He was so wrong. The suction on my nipples went straight to my pussy. He stopped sucking and flicked just the tip with his tongue. I would never tell him how funny he looked doing it. Why? Because it felt so damn good. He feasted on both breasts. The smell of sex permeated the room. It blended with his heady musk adding to the stimulation of his teeth which had joined the action.

  Okay, maybe he was right. Minutes passed and it was only my breasts getting attention. I liked it. No… I loved it, yet another part of my body that needed immediate consideration. I pulled back on his hair, which only caused him to take more of my breast in his mouth.

  “Okay, you win,” I said with another tug to his hair.

  He looked up. “I’m not nearly finished, but if you say I win a few more times it might help me move along.”

  Laughter in bed was new to me. Hell, sex like this was new to me. Was this what I’d been missing by having sex exclusively with tennis pros? They were safe and had reputations to maintain just like I did. Tennis is the sport of kings. Prestige and class, or at least the perception of both, were important.

  He skimmed his fingers down my ribcage before smoothing his palms over my belly and lower. He repositioned himself onto his knees and I knew what he intended.

  “I need to shower,” I said as I clenched my thighs tightly together, locking him out.

  His hands firmly pried open my legs. “Why?” he asked throatily. He looked at me with infinite patience. His eyes told me he planned to get his way.

  I always felt confident in bed—unfulfilled most times, but always confident. Heat tinged my cheeks and I didn’t answer him.

  Brack placed one finger against my slit and pushed about an inch inside me. He pulled his wet finger out and brought it to my lips. “It’s both of us, baby. Taste.”

  I opened my lips as he slid his finger in. We tasted incredible.

  Ever so slowly he drew his finger out, returned to my pussy and this time brought it to his own lips. “Delicious,” he whispered. “Hold on to the covers, baby, because I’m about to rock your world again.”

  Fuck. Did nothing this man say during sex sound corny? Hell no. It fucking turned me on. He pushed my thighs wider and dipped his head. Slow laps licked me clean followed by flicks of his tongue against my clit. When I thought I couldn’t take more, he added a finger. My ass came off the bed and his low chuckle quivered against me sending pulsing waves up my torso. He rocked my world completely as I skyrocketed into my third orgasm. No other man had ever come close to doing what Brack accomplished today.

  He used another finger to push against my asshole. “This is where I’ll be eventually. We’ll take it slow, but I promise you’ll like it.”

  I pried open my eyes. His smoldered. I would have sworn seconds ago that I couldn’t take more. “Please… God, don’t stop,” I begged.

  For that I got another deep chuckle. He rubbed his prickly chin against my inner thighs in torture before returning to my clit. He sucked it between his lips while pulling the sensitive skin upward. He added another finger to my aching pussy pushing against that perfect spot inside of me that I loved using my vibrator on. I was lost. This orgasm thrummed against the walls of my pussy spreading outward. I writhed as my belly clenched—hell, my teeth clenched as the pulses went on and on.

  I finally released Brack’s hair after
the last waves faded. I never wanted to move again. “You’re better than any vibrator I’ve ever used,” I said groggily.

  His laughter had me smiling. He rose, settling beside me, and pulled me back into his arms. His lips met mine for a brief kiss. “You taste,” he bit my lower lip. “So good.”

  I closed my eyes in contentment and that’s all I remembered until a dream took over.

  Running.

  It was the day Ty hit me with the van. Cement beneath my feet and terror in my heart. I knew what was coming. Before impact, I was suddenly in my bed at my apartment. I opened my eyes to an odd sound. Ty’s terrifying outline stood in the darkened doorway of my room. I scrambled to get out of bed. Someone was there. Bethany’s lifeless eyes stared at me. I pushed away, but someone cold and lifeless rolled on top of me. It was the old man. I screamed.

  “Olivia, wake up. You’re okay.”

  Brack’s voice barely registered through my panic. Wrenching sobs broke loose as I curled into a tight ball. Brack’s warmth settled against my back as his hands rubbed my skin.

  “You want to talk about it?” he whispered into the dark.

  “No. I want you to teach me to kill.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  The following day, two additional bodyguards arrived at our island. Yep, our island. I could think of the hut as a home now, too. Both changes in thought were self-preservation. Scared didn’t come close to touching the terror I felt over any thoughts of leaving. I could easily stay here for the rest of my life. We could build another hut for my father. He would do anything to keep me safe, including giving up his seat on the Senate floor.

  And monkeys could fly, red shoes would save my world, and I was a fool.

  I shook Ray’s and Herman’s hands firmly. These guys were not Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. They signed up to stand between me and a bullet. Brack told me Herman, what a name for the thirtyish guy, was good with knives. He would be giving me lessons. His thin body was the exact opposite of Brack’s. He was also a foot shorter. Looking into his dark eyes, I had no doubt he was lethal. Ray, on the other hand, looked like a big redheaded teddy bear. He blushed when his hand swamped mine.

  I was serious about what I had said to Brack. I didn’t want to rely on anyone else to kill my stalker. If push came to shove and Mack didn’t find him, I could very well get my chance. Dreams about staying on the island were unrealistic. The longer I stayed, the better chance another innocent person would die. That was the real world.

  I hadn’t taken my self-defense training with Brack seriously. Fear kept me from putting my all into it. For the first time in years, I had a goal other than winning a championship. And I was good at completing goals. Brack and I jogged to the hangar with Ray and Herman behind us in the Jeep. They would be in our back pocket during the remainder of our stay on the island.

  Brack unlocked the hangar and moved the plane out. When he reached for the racquets, I stopped him. “No. No more games.” I walked straight to the mats.

  He didn’t argue. We removed our handguns and placed them in the corner. My Sig allowed me a small sense of peace, but realistically, I couldn’t wear it all the time. When I returned to the circuit, I’d be traveling in parts of the world that prohibited guns. I couldn’t rely on being armed all the time, so I would train. Just like I did for tennis—with everything I had. No, that was a lie. I was training for my life. For the first time, for as long as I could remember, tennis was no longer in the forefront of my thoughts.

  Brack had me work with Herman, who was closer to my height. Even with my athletic body, Herman had more upper body strength. The problem—he wasn’t going at me full out.

  “Fucking fight me,” I finally yelled.

  Herman looked to Brack, which only pissed me off more. My kick to his balls turned his attention quickly back to me. Though he blocked it at the last moment, I could see a measure of respect pass across his face. He didn’t give me time to enjoy it. I was on my back looking up a few seconds later. That didn’t stop me. Once I was down, I grabbed his leg and rolled. At the same time, I scrambled to keep my hold and get up. I bit his hand when Herman tried to grab me.

  “Son of a bitch,” he yelled shaking his hand as he backed away. I let go of his leg and attacked. All my fear, frustration, and anger spilled over.

  “Let up, tiger.” Brack lifted me off Herman, who was no longer fighting me. I could barely hear past the roar in my ears. “Not pretty, but you’re getting the idea,” Brack said as he lowered my feet to the mat. It was then that I realized they hadn’t been touching the ground since he pulled me away.

  “Arrrrgh.” My yell echoed off the walls. Brack gathered me against his chest and gave me a slight squeeze.

  I noticed the shock on Ray and Herman’s faces. “Deal with it,” I bit out. I turned around in Brack’s arms. “Sorry. I lost control. I need to try again, babe.”

  Brack glanced over my head. “You up for it, Herman?”

  “Yeah, boss. I’ll be ready. She’s stronger than she looks.”

  Brack gave me another squeeze and let me go. This time he gave encouragement to both of us. “She likes to go for the eyes,” he told Herman. “Don’t be so obvious,” he yelled at me. Brack knew my moves. His constant chatter had me thinking on my toes. I found myself looking up from the ground twice before I finally scored and Herman was the one down. “Move in for the kill, you can’t let up now,” Brack reprimanded.

  I pulled the kill shot to Herman’s throat at the last second. Approval showed on his face. It felt good. I thought I learned little from Brack, but he’d slowly worked on my muscle memory. Defending myself was becoming second nature. I wasn’t ready to go up against my stalker, but I would be.

  Ray watched for a while and also walked around outside and scanned the area while the three of us stayed in the hangar. I wasn’t sure why Brack suddenly felt our hideout wasn’t safe. I put it on my list of items we needed to discuss.

  My training turned even more intense when Herman introduced me to his passion. The way he caressed a knife left little doubt that he knew how to take care of his current love interest. My eyes fixed on his hands as his fingertips slid along the dull side of the blade.

  “If the bad guy has a knife, expect to get cut,” he said in a low chilling voice.

  My attention jerked up from the blade to his eyes. “That’s very assuring,” I said with a small level of bitchiness. The last thing I wanted was a knife cutting me.

  He tossed the knife up, spinning it several times before catching the grip in his palm. “Getting cut is nothing as long as you know you’ll survive.”

  Brack said something similar the first day we trained. “How the hell do I know I’ll survive?”

  “Because, in here,” his free hand went to the side of his head and he tapped a finger against his skull. “You decide not to die.” He walked back over to the bag he pulled the knife from and carefully sheathed it. He brought out a blue rubber knife. “We’ll practice with this.”

  I think knives terrified me more than guns. I’d never been shot and could barely imagine what it would feel like. Unfortunately, my skills in the kitchen weren’t great and I had been cut. Sharp stinging pain and lots of blood—not something I looked forward to.

  Herman took me through different defensive moves while Brack watched. He offered no more encouragement this time, which I actually missed. For some reason, as the lesson continued, Brack appeared moody. Herman ignored Brack completely, corrected my stance by moving me to his specifications, and had me place my check hand, the non-knife wielding hand, in front. He snapped at me whenever I dropped it.

  “If you and your opponent both have knives, this is how you’ll fight. Don’t grab a kitchen knife thinking to take someone down unless you feel confident you can kill him with it quickly. After three seconds, he’ll be using it on you. Remember, the knife is only an extension of an empty hand. Chin down always, it protects your throat.”

  Damn, a sliced throat was not a picture I
needed in my head.

  Herman taught me blocking, sidestepping, and entering. My head spun with his rapid-fire commands. He didn’t let up until Brack called a halt. If the blue knife were real, my blood would cover the floor.

  Herman calmly walked over to his bag while I stood breathing heavily in the center of the mat. Sweat plastered my t-shirt to my body.

  Brack’s surly voice broke into my thought of sinking to the mat and taking a short nap. “You up for jogging back or do you want to catch a ride in the Jeep?” he asked impatiently.

  I didn’t appreciate his snarly attitude. “No, I need to run.”

  A slight grin finally appeared. “Help with the mat and we’ll head back.”

  My weary arms shook as we folded the mats and stored them away. We set off at a slower than normal pace with the Jeep trailing behind us again. I was too tired to speak. Brack didn’t say a word the entire run.

  Ray entered the hut first and looked around while Herman did an outside sweep. Brack stayed next to me until the guys gave the all clear. I walked in first and heard Brack secure the door as I headed to the shower. What I didn’t hear was him coming up behind me. He turned me, and in almost the same motion, lifted me up and pressed my back to the wall. His mouth slammed down on mine and I tasted blood. Reflex had my legs wrapping around his waist. It really sucked that all our clothes were on.

  The assault on my lips continued until I was breathless. His hips anchored me to the wall as his hands traveled under my soaked shirt and sports bra to find my nipples. The twin pinches were sharp and I gasped into his mouth. It didn’t stop him.

  This was a side of Brack I hadn’t seen before. I was tired, but thoughts of hot, rough sex gave me renewed energy. Match, game, sex… I was so there.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Brack’s mouth stayed glued to mine as he lowered my legs to the floor. He pushed my shorts to my ankles and I kicked them over my shoes to the floor. The only thing he took the time to do properly was lay my holstered gun down gently. His pants made it to his hips before he hoisted me back up and I locked my legs around him again. He gave a hard forward thrust pushing his cock deep inside me. I wished we’d taken the time to remove our shirts, but a moment later I didn’t give a damn. His hands cupped my ass and spread my cheeks as two fingers entered my asshole. It burned and so did his cock. The last thing I was thinking about when we entered the hut was sex and my exhausted body was a little slow on the uptake. He slowed his thrust until my juices allowed him to glide smoothly.