“Don’t look like that,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her again.
He proceeded to take her panties off and throw them to the side, giving her a wink as he did so. Leslie couldn’t help but to let out a little laugh at the action as he nestled himself between her legs. The laugh turned into a moan as his hardness hit her clit just right. Robert managed to get the rubber on himself while Leslie put her lips to his neck, sucking and licking.
Robert let out a little growl as he took her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand. His other hand was used to tease her a little more in her more constricted state. Leslie moaned out his name, pleading for him to put it inside her already.
He obliged her silent request and pushed his dick through her slick opening. She welcomed him without hesitation as her legs naturally wrapped around his waist. He began to roll his hips into her and felt the wave of pleasure fall on him over and over again. They continued like this as their moans began to fill the quiet space of the apartment.
Leslie rolled over causing her to be on top of Robert without breaking the physical contact. Robert looked up at her with a smirk which she quickly wiped off his face as she began to ride him at a steady rhythm. Leslie looked down at Robert’s pleasure-stricken face feeling proud of the fact that she was making him feel this way. She continued to ride him with his hands gripping her waist tightly and his hips thrusting upwards to meet her downward thrust.
“Leslie,” Robert moaned out her name, letting her know that he was close. Leslie leaned down and kissed his lips as she began to move her hips up and down at a more quickened rate. With a few more thrusts Leslie and Robert reached their climax together with a loud moan.
Leslie collapsed on Robert’s chest breathless. She felt his heart beating fast and hard against her ear. She smiled against his chest as his hands went to her back and rubbed the spot.
“Not that I mind the floor but a bed sounds better,” Robert said, still catching his breath.
Leslie chuckled and simply nodded.
“I wish my legs didn’t feel like jello,” she said lifted her head to look up at him.
“I can assist with that,” Robert said as he lifted himself up and picked Leslie up along the way. Leslie wrapped her arms loosely around his neck surprised by the sudden height difference.
He carried her to her bed and laid her down, placing the covers over her before getting in with her. He drew her close to him and Leslie responded by nuzzling against his chest. Her eyes were already closed and she was feeling her body succumb to sleep.
“What? No pillow talk?”
Leslie opened one eye to find that Robert’s eyes were closed as well. She let out a soft laugh at the comment as Robert’s chest began steadily to rise and fall. He was fast asleep. Leslie wasn’t far behind but the last thought in her mind was how Robert had used sex to avoid talking about what had happened to him in Cuba.
*****
Leslie wasn’t sure how many hours had passed after they had gone to sleep. She didn’t dream, just blackness, but through the darkness an ear-piercing yell broke the barrier of sleep. Leslie shot up from her bed and looked around, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, and went to the spot beside her where Robert lay thrashing about. A moment went by and another yell vibrated the walls.
Leslie threw the covers from her body and hopped up off the bed to turn on the lights. She went to Robert’s side hoping the lights would wake him, but they didn’t.
Leslie looked at the man who was fighting some sort of invisible opponent. She wasn’t sure how to approach this sort of thing, and painfully, Max’s earlier words rang in her ears. Those types of guys have mental issues. They see a lot of messed up stuff.
Leslie slowly approached the thrashing man. She called out his name, trying to wake him from his nightmare. She found herself slowly getting on the bed trying to stay clear from flailing arms.
“Robert wake up,” Leslie said. She placed her hands firmly on his chest trying to shake him awake. Robert, who was still very deep in his nightmare could only see the black shadow that was coming for his life. He tried his best to fight but was no match for the strong shadowy figure. Robert felt its hands on his chest and he grabbed at it with all his might.
In reality, Robert had grabbed Leslie and threw himself and her onto the floor with a painful thud. Leslie let out a cry as she felt the painful impact with the floor along with Robert’s weight on top of her.
“Robert wake up!”
Leslie struggled under the weight of the sleeping Robert who felt that she was the enemy in his dreams. His hands went to her throat and she immediately began to claw at his bare chest. When that didn’t work, Leslie gathered all the might that she had and threw a fist at him.
Finally, the grip on her throat loosened allowing air to properly enter her lungs. She scooted away from him until she hit a wall as she gasped and coughed. Robert looked around dazed and confused before locking eyes with her.
“Leslie,” he said, as he slowly made his way to her, still getting in touch with reality. “I did this to you?”
Leslie, who was still trying to get a normal breathing pattern in her lungs waved off his concern. She was scared, more than scared but she didn’t want him to see that, as crazy as that felt.
Robert came close to her trying to touch her but stopped inches short. He was scared to touch her now.
“I can’t stay here,” he said as he hung his head, avoiding her eyes.
“You have to tell me,” Leslie said as she placed a hand on her chest feeling the pain in her chest subside. “You have to tell me what happened, you need to tell someone, or things like this will keep happening, to whoever is near you.”
Robert nodded slowly; she was right and he knew it. He hadn’t told anyone. Not even his superiors at headquarters knew. And yet he was about to tell Leslie his deepest darkest secret.
*****
Leslie found herself sitting at her coffee table with Robert at 2 in the morning. He stared into his steamy cup of coffee as he prepared to tell Leslie what broke his mind in the Navy. A secret he was so scared to let out that even his superiors didn’t know.
“I killed my superior officer.”
Leslie’s eyes widened as the words came from his mouth so straightforwardly. Robert took Leslie’s silence as a sign to continue with his story.
Robert told Leslie that during a night watch, he and his superior officer were taken hostage by native thugs.
“We had been drinking so we weren’t on our best game,” Robert admitted. He continued on, telling her that despite his urging, Robert wouldn’t leave his superior side. Later into the night, they had been taken, tied up, and blindfolded. They were taken to the thugs’ hideout. Robert at the time didn’t know the exact outcome but he figured it would go something along the lines of torture and death.
“We got to the hideout and they took off my blindfold but something was weird.”
Leslie saw Robert shift in his seat pausing to recall the painful memory.
“My superior wasn’t there beside me, scared of death like I was but he was in front of me standing next to the thugs who had taken us.”
Leslie’s eyes widened as she immediately took his hand into hers.
“Apparently he was in deep with some sort of drug trade and something big was going down that night. I wasn’t supposed to be there with him. I was supposed to get drunk and pass out or leave so he could sneak off and handle business.” Leslie felt Robert’s hand tighten under hers then.
“Anyway his plan was to kill me off, take care of the deal, then run back to base to tell them I had been taken hostage by some thugs. The ending of that would have been that they would find me dead and mark my superior a hero and send my body home telling my family – telling you – that I had died bravely and honorably.”
Robert took a sip of his coffee and took in a deep breath; he rubbed his eyes momentarily before continuing.
“I chose to fight, even if I was going t
o die I would take him down with me, and that’s what I did. I broke free of the ropes and I strangled him with them. One of the thugs knocked me out with a rifle butt. They must have thought I was dead, because they dumped both our bodies in some ditch. I crawled out barely conscious.”
Robert looked up at Leslie and flashed her a small smile.
“If it wasn’t for some family taking me in I wouldn’t have survived the night. I had to go back to my base and lie. For the sake of his family I lied and told them he died a hero, he died protecting me.”
Leslie stood up and went to him cradling his head in her chest.
“It sounds horrific,” Leslie said as she sniffled trying to stop the tears from coming. She lifted his face to look at hers as her tears trickled down her face.
“Shit, I made you cry again,” Robert said with a chuckle, as he stood up and hugged her close. “This time I know what to do to make you feel better.”
Robert leaned down grabbing her face and pressing his lips against hers. She smiled against his lips after a moment at the same time wiping the tears from her eyes.
She leaned back and looked into his eyes, they looked sad and that was understandable considering what he went through.
“I’m happy you told me but, this is messing you up Robert, you need to see someone, get professional help about this.”
Robert looked at Leslie and shook his head.
“I don’t think I’m ready for that,” he said as he picked her up and walked her over to the bed.
“Fine, I guess letting the cat out of the bag was enough for tonight,” Leslie said as Robert placed her on the bed gently.
She got up and pulled him down on the bed before mounting him.
“You have to tell me when it’s bothering you okay? You may not want to talk to a shrink but holding it up inside will kill you.”
Robert looked up at her, a look that Leslie couldn’t decipher just then. His hand went up and stroked her cheek, a smile tugging at his lips.
“You’re amazing,” Robert said as he pulled her down to plant a kiss on her. “I didn’t think you would understand but—”
Leslie placed a finger to his lips and shook her head.
“I want you to know that I’m always here for you, no matter what.”
Leslie leaned down and kissed Robert deeply, a kiss that had a certain appendage poking at her in seconds. She pulled away with a smile as she began to trace kisses down his jaw, then to his neck, and his collar bone.
She tugged his shirt over his head throwing it to the side. She began to trace kisses down his smooth chest while she worked at removing his boxer shorts. Leslie stopped what she was doing to sit back and admire the magnificent body that lay under her. Leslie smirked and continued trailing kisses down her body until she reached his hard-on.
She wrapped her fingers around it sending visible shivers up and down his body. She moved her hand up and down slow at a steady pace. His breath increased as her hand movements did. Robert’s hand snaked to her curly hair and his fingers entangled in it as her mouth soon replaced her hand. A deep groan escaped his lips as the warmness of her mouth engulfed his throbbing dick.
She continued this until she felt his hips thrusting upwards into her mouth. She moaned against the hard member adding her hand into the mix of things causing the moans from his lips to grow louder.
Robert swallowed hard as he felt himself close to coming. He tugged at her hair then, urging her to stop. Reluctantly, Leslie eased off his dick and looked up at him, licking her lips. The look on her face was utterly erotic and would have been enough to make him lose it.
He leaned down and grabbed her, pulling her up and onto his still-hard member. She slid onto it with a low moan before moving her hips back and forth. After some time their hips moved in sync. Leslie’s arms wrapped around his neck as his nails dug into her butt bouncing her up and down on him. She felt his teeth sink into her shoulder causing her to cry out as both their orgasms crashed through their bodies like a wave.
The two fell onto the bed in each other’s arms, exhausted and satisfied. Leslie smiled at Robert as he pulled the covers over their damp bodies.
“I could get used to this,” Leslie panted before placing a kiss on his chest.
“Yeah, me too,” Robert responded with a laugh as he returned the kiss.
*****
“I’m going to have to face Max soon,” Leslie said the next morning as she watched Robert, in nothing but a robe, cook breakfast. She definitely was not complaining about the sight.
“Yeah you’re right,” he said as he placed the French toast neatly on Leslie’s plate.
“I mean he was a prick, and now I need to talk about what happened with Bri.” The thought alone was making knots out of Leslie’s stomach.
Robert went over and placed his large hands on her shoulders massaging them a bit.
“Haven’t you had enough drama for one week?”
Leslie laughed and shook her head.
“Apparently not.”
One other thing that was bothering Leslie was that Robert would be leaving soon. She would be alone again waiting for him to come back and that put more knots in her stomach than the Max situation.
“Do you really have to go?”
Robert stopped flipping the French toast and turned around to look at her with a serious look on his face.
“You want me to stay?”
“You sound surprised,” Leslie said with her eyebrow raised, genuinely wondering why he’d be so shocked.
“Well with everything, I just thought…” Robert didn’t finish his sentence but instead smiled and walked back over to Leslie seating himself beside her.
“I’ll stay,” Robert said simply before placing a kiss on her hand.
“That easy?”
Leslie was dumbfounded; as far as she knew he had to go back to duty the following week.
“Well you could say I’m retiring. I did my time and I’m grateful for it, even before all that bad stuff happened, I was ready to be leave.”
Leslie playfully hit his chest.
“Should have told me earlier,” she said before leaning in to give him a kiss. That was a huge load of her mind. She didn’t realize how much she had missed him until he was here. Even with the craziness she missed him like mad.
“Think you can handle even just one more week of me?”
Leslie tilted her head in the air pretending to think before facing him once again with a grin.
“Only if you teach me how to throw a punch like the one you planted on Max.”
Robert let out a hearty laugh and nodded his head.
“Anything for you.”
THE END
Bonus Story 6 of 20
Mated By The Vampires
The lights are flashing wildly.
Jostling bodies surround me, and my head is a woozy mess. I sway with the crowd, my head lolling around on my neck, which feels like loose rubber. My eyelids droop down.
There’s music pounding through the air. I can’t place the song but the vibrations from the huge speakers at the head of the dance floor penetrate my very bones. With every pound of the bass my heart shudders and my breath catches in my chest.
I lost count of how many drinks I’d downed nearly an hour ago. Shot after shot I put back, beckoning the bartender back for more over and over again. Strange men had surrounded me, whooping and cheering me on in their own drunken stupors. Eventually the bartender cut me off and I stumbled away from the counter and into the mass of people.
A body brushes up against me, closer than normal. I turn my face and see a man smiling down at me, his features a haze before my eyes. He holds out something to me, nodding and smirking.
A small pill lies in the center of his palm. I grin up at him and snatch it up, slipping it into my mouth. I let it rest on my tongue, opening my mouth wide so he can see it resting there before I swallow it dry.
It takes mere minutes for me to feel it. I’ve no idea what I�
��ve just taken, but I couldn’t care less. The lights are dancing around me, swirling and taking on the brightest hues I’ve ever seen.
The man is behind me now, resting his hands on the sides of my hips and pushing my backside against him. We sway together to the music and I stare up at the lights in awe, my head lolling back against his chest. He starts to kiss my neck but I hardly notice.
I haven’t noticed the way a man touched me in nearly a year. Now it’s nothing but pressure against my skin, eliciting no special or exciting sensation. I’ve hardly felt a thing in twelve months, waking up in the morning and going through my daily and mindless routine before returning to a blissful sleep in the evening. And then I repeat.
The weekends are something different, though. I look forward to them. If I’m feeling bad during the week, having a worse day than normal, I simply turn my mind towards thoughts of the weekend and my plans.
Friday, Saturday, and sometimes even Sunday nights are spent at whatever club I can get into. It’s not difficult for me, I’m an attractive woman. My black hair falls in waves nearly down to my waist and my brown eyes are large and inviting. I have pouty, pink lips and I know how to do my makeup just right. I perfected the smoky eyes long ago, and am an expert at applying lipstick. I have what most refer to as an “hourglass figure”, and I quite the fan of short skirts.
I’m a good-looking woman. I’m not afraid to admit that. I get into clubs and a man usually latches onto me within minutes. But I don’t feel anything anymore. It’s fun, dancing and making out and sometimes finding a more private setting to fool around. But it’s meaningless and that's how I like it.
There are moments, after a weekend of partying and staying up until all hours of the morning, high and drunk and barely conscious, that I think about what I’m doing and I cringe. I want more than this, but I don’t know how to get it. I’ve lost every friend I’ve ever had in this past year. Too much drinking, too much partying, too many drugs. Not enough feeling. I hardly speak to my parents and they stopped trying to contact me a long time ago.
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