The Trouble With Bodyguards: Part 1

by Kristina Blake

  His breath became ragged, his need as fierce as her own as she lightly nipped at the skin of his throat with her teeth. His skin broke out in gooseflesh, tingling with the sensation of pleasure and pain.

  She untied the belt of her robe, and he pushed it off her shoulders. She was wearing the same white tank as before, and her breasts hung freely beneath the thin fabric. Rick cupped one of them with his hand, squeezing it gently, and she sucked in a breath. He rubbed her nipple through the fabric, smiling at it puckered from his touch. He rolled the nipple between his fingers, pinching it lightly. Alex arched her back, forcing her breasts into his hand. The soft fabric of her top made her shiver with pleasure as it brushed across the sensitive skin of her nipples, now hard and tingling from his touch. Breathing roughly, Alex tugged the shirt over her head, exposing her breasts fully to him, and lay back on the sofa, offering her body to him.

  She lay before him in only her panties, displayed like a gift for him to unwrap, a meal for him to feast upon. He crawled over her, pulling her nipple into his mouth, suckling, swirling his tongue in slow circles, driving her to madness. Alex moaned, throwing her head back as she enjoyed the heat of his mouth upon her body. Rick flicked his tongue against her nipple, and then nipped at it with his teeth. She squealed, giggling naughtily as her pleasure mixed with a tinge of pain. She grabbed fistfuls of his thick, dark hair, pulling him up toward her mouth, kissing him passionately.

  He ground his hips into her, his desire evident in the bulge of his jeans, pressing hard against her body. He rubbed himself against her, the rough fabric of his jeans against her silken panties a pleasant friction between them. Alex spread her legs, opening herself to get closer to him, to feel his weight fully upon her. She wrapped her arms around him, her palms spread on his broad, muscular back, and pulled him closer to her, holding him tightly.

  Rick sat up and slid his arms beneath her, lifting her to him, and stood, scooping her up off the couch and carrying her toward her bed. His mouth never left hers, his kisses diving into her, devouring her as he took her to her bed. Kicking the door open, he tossed her onto the cover, and she squealed with delight. Alex was panting, her desire for him overwhelming. She reached for the buckle on his belt, wanting to feel his heated skin on hers, but he knocked her hand away, smiling wryly down at her.

  Kneeling on the edge of the bed between her feet, Rick slid his fingertips beneath the elastic of her panties, tugging at them gently while a playful smile crept across his face. Alex obliged, lifting her hips from the bed, allowing him to slip her panties down her thighs. She lifted her foot, kicking gently to toss them across the room.

  She lay before him, her skin pale in the light of the dying sun coming in from the window. He reached out, tenderly caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh with the tips of his fingers. Alex writhed, her body aching to be touched, to be fondled. She reached for him, wanting him to come to her, to feel him inside her, but again he slapped her hand away, chuckling softly.

  Rick ran his fingertips up the inside of her thigh, pausing to ruffle the soft hair covering her sex, making her squirm with need before him. He dipped into her, finding her eager and ready, honey glistening in her sex. He cocked an eyebrow at her, smiling. He parted her slick lips with his fingertips, admiring the shining folds of her, the delicate, glistening skin of her most sensitive parts. He petted the soft, intimate skin, sliding his fingers gently along her, and Alex moaned and writhed at his touch.

  Leaning over, he kissed her there, tasting, suckling her, and she cried out with the pleasure of it. Alex twitched, squirmed and moaned as he made love to her with his mouth, devouring her, the heat of his mouth on her sex driving her to madness with desire.

  “Please,” she said, begging.

  He looked up at her, his lips shimmering with her need. “Are you begging, dear girl?”

  “Please,” she said again, panting beneath him as he continued to stroke her with his fingers.

  He stood, towering above her, and undid the buckle on his belt, letting it and his jeans clatter to the floor. His cock sprung free of its confines, reaching for her, his need as strong and demanding as her own.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked playfully, standing over her.

  “Get down here,” she said, laughing at him.

  She sat up, crawling on her hands and knees to him, and put her hands on his hips, pulling him to her. Gingerly, she kissed the head of his cock, smiling as he sucked in a ragged breath of air at her touch. She licked her lips, her small pink tongue making her lips tingle with excitement, and flicked the sensitive tip. Rick moaned, his body rigid with pleasure, and rubbed his strong hands on her back. Alex parted her lips, drawing the head of his cock into her mouth, and suckled at him, swirling her warm, wet tongue in slow circles. The heat radiated from him, warming her mouth as she pleasured him, his member glistening with saliva as she pulled him deeper into her mouth.

  Rick groaned, gritting his teeth as he threw his head back, the sensation of her warm, wet mouth upon him stoking the fires of his desire.

  He fell atop her, kissing her fiercely, his body molding to hers. He parted her thighs with his knee, and guided the head of his cock to her, sliding himself deep inside with one violent thrust. Alex cried out, her body stretching around his girth, clinging to him, pulsing around him. He kissed her gently, his body heavy on hers, and held her in his arms as he slowly withdrew, enjoying the sensation of her sex pulling, as if it too were begging to have him stay inside.

  Alex moaned, her breathing ragged as he made love to her slowly, torturously. Her body rocked with his, meeting him with each thrust, taking him deep inside her. Her sex clung to him, pulsing around him, pleasure dripping from her as he thrust deeper into her, making her gasp as she felt him stirring inside her. He breathed heavy on her neck, taking small bites of her flesh, making her cry out. He ground his pelvis into hers, forcing his mouth down on hers, his passion powerful and violent.

  Sitting up, he lifted her to him, watching as his sex slid into her, the juices of her pleasure glistening on his cock in the light of the setting sun. She arched her back, lifting her body, opening herself to receive every pleasure that he could give her. Penetrating her deeply, Rick searched for her most sensitive place with his fingertip, finding the tiny kernel of pure bliss, and tickling it gently as he thrust deeply into her. Alex cried out, her body spasming with each flick of his finger, and she began to laugh from pure joy. He laid his palm on the flat plane of her stomach, sliding his hand up her ribcage, taking her breast and cupping it in the large palm of his hand. He kneaded it gently, tugging at her nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her. Bolts of electricity shot through her from all angles as she writhed beneath him. She gasped, grasping at the sheet with her fists, and closed her eyes, letting herself be taken by the sensations of pleasure that he was giving her. Her body was on fire, the heat spreading through her from each tender stroke of his hands, each flick of his fingertips upon her skin. She was panting with need, desire racing through her blood.

  She sat up, reaching for him, wanting the weight of his body on hers once again. He fell on her, his mouth hot on her breasts, her neck, her lips. He thrust deeply into her again and again, driving her to the edge of insanity. The friction of their bodies became a heat at she reached to meet his every thrust, her body moving with his in unison. The heat spread through her belly, tensing and releasing with each breath. Their skin glistened with sweat, heat radiating from them as they ground their passion into each other's bodies.

  His arms beneath her, Rick rolled them over, laying on his back, with her astride him. Alex sat up, arching her back as she pressed herself down on his throbbing cock, taking him deeply inside her. He watched her as she rode him, gazing at her beauty, the setting sun sparkling off the moisture glistening on her pale skin. Reaching up, he grasped her hips with his strong hands, lifting her, thrusting up into her, the tip of his cock touching her very center, making her pant and moan with each movement of his b
ody.

  She spread out on top of him, her legs surrounding him, and slid herself against him, rubbing her most sensitive places against him, and kissed his neck, her breath hot and ragged in his ear. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him as their bodies writhed together in passion.

  He leaned down, forcing his mouth down on hers, kissing her passionately, and Alex's body seized with pleasure, tightly gripping him, pulsing violently as he pounded into her. She cried out, pleasure searing through her as she climaxed. Her body was bucking, thrashing with his as he slammed into her, chasing his own pleasure in the midst of her chaos. Her body pulsed around him, clutching at him, moisture spilling from her as she cried out. Again and again she seized, sitting astride him, her body reaching for the heavens. He froze, his body going rigid as he spilled the heat of his orgasm deeply inside her.

  He fell on her, panting, and kissed her gently on the side of her face. Sliding to her side, they both lay panting, spent from their lovemaking, glistening with sweat, as the last rays of the setting sun darkened in the night sky.

  Chapter 17

  Alex awoke with the dawning of the sun, opening her eyes to see the first glimmers of light brightening the gray of a cloud-covered sky. She stretched, yawning widely, and pulled the covers tightly up around her face. She closed her eyes again, enjoying the snuggled warmth of the bed, thinking of drifting back off to sleep.

  Suddenly, the happenings of the previous day filled her thoughts. Images of the office, the meeting, the picture, the police.... and Rick. Rick kissing her, Rick naked standing before her, Rick's body on hers as they both climaxed. Oh fuck.

  What had she done? Rick was supposed to be her bodyguard, her father's employee, not some man for her to fall into bed with. How was she going to handle this? She quickly looked over at the other side of the bed, sighing in relief to find that he was not there, sleeping. She didn't want him here right now; she needed to get her head straight before she tried to talk to him this morning.

  Great, now she needed to pee.

  Sitting up, she willed herself to ignore the call of nature, she needed to think. He was here, in the apartment, and she didn't know what she was going to say to him. Fuck fuck fuck. Was this a thing? Were they supposed to be in a relationship now? Or was it just a man trying to comfort a woman who was hysterical and in need of comforting? Fuck. She was naked, she noticed as she looked down at herself, the blankets having fallen away from her.

  She jumped out of bed, searching around the room for something to put on. She knew that she would have to talk to him sooner or later, and it would be much easier to do if she were wearing clothes. Pulling an oversized t-shirt over her head, she grabbed a pair of yoga pants out of the drawer and slipped them on. She hoped that he wasn't one of those guys who went gaga over women in exercise gear. She knew that they existed; it was almost a fetish nowadays.

  Crossing to the bedroom door, she listened intently, trying to pick up the slightest sound, any sign that he was up and about in the apartment. She hoped that he was still asleep, locked in his room, that she could sneak out to the bathroom, relieve her screaming bladder, and snag her laptop. She had to get started on some ideas for the Maybelline project; she could shut herself up in her room for at least a few hours. It would give her a chance to think.

  Hearing nothing, Alex slowly opened the door, peeking into the main room of the apartment. She scanned what she could see of the living room and kitchen, seeing nothing, and darted to the bathroom door, her bare feet silent on the wood floor.

  As she reached for the handle, the knob turned, and Rick opened the door. Alex froze, her breath held, unsure of what to do or say.

  “Good morning,” Rick said, before stepping past her, heading for the kitchen.

  “Um,” Alex said, hesitating. “Good Morning.” She didn’t know what she expected, for him to wrap his arms around her, kissing her passionately? For him to be in the kitchen cooking a romantic breakfast in bed for her? Strange, that a curt ‘good morning’ was all he said to her, after the night that they had had together. She watched his back as he crossed to the sink, filled a cup with water and poured it into the coffee maker, went about his morning routine, not paying her any attention at all. Her bladder screamed for attention, and she darted into the bathroom, shutting the door hard behind her.

  A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, her face washed, hair combed and tied back, and her teeth sparkling clean. She walked into the kitchen, past where Rick was seated on a barstool at the island sipping his coffee and staring at the screen of his cell phone. Pulling a cup from the cupboard, she filled it at the sink and started a cup of coffee for herself. As it was brewing she turned to him. “Um,” she said weakly before clearing her throat and beginning again. “How did you sleep?”

  “Fine,” he said, not looking up from the phone. “I got an email from the officer in charge of your stalker case. He said that the fingerprints on the photographs were all from us, as I expected. He wants to see us in his office tomorrow.”

  “Oh,” she said, crestfallen. Calling the police had gotten them nowhere. There was no way that they could help her. She slumped against the counter, hanging her head. Tears threatened to spill over. The whole situation was hopeless.

  “Are you planning on going to the office today?” Rick asked her, coming behind the counter and rinsing his cup in the sink before putting it into the dishwasher. He didn’t come to her, didn’t put his arms around her for comfort. He didn’t even make eye contact with her as she turned to him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

  “What?” she said, sniffling. “No, I don’t want to go anywhere. I can work from here today.”

  “Good,” Rick replied, turning to head toward his room. He returned a moment later, a black jacket over his shirt, his gun holster tucked beneath, barely visible. He pulled his keys from his pocket, heading for the door. “Stay here,” he said. “Keep the doors and windows locked.”

  She sniffled, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t want to be left alone, not now. She was feeling hopeless, and afraid. She ached for him to put his arms around her, comfort her and keep her warm, but he was leaving, and in a hurry. This was so much worse than she had expected. She had thought that they might have a moment of awkwardness, dancing around the issue of what last night’s lovemaking had meant, what was to become of them now. She didn’t expect him to be so cold, unfeeling, uncaring. “Where are you going?” she asked, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand.

  “I have something I have to do,” he said, pulling open the door. He walked out, shutting the door firmly behind him and turning both the door lock and the deadbolt, securing her inside. He stood, his hand on the door, his heart screaming. He shouldn’t have made love to her last night. He needed to protect her, keep her safe. If he let his guard down, then she would get hurt, or worse. That’s what had happened last time; things had gotten out of control. He had lost control, and wasn’t able to stop it.

  Chapter 18

  One of the fluorescent bulbs in the waiting room at the hospital was about to go dark. The incessant buzzing dug a hole in Rick’s patience as he waited to be summoned to the back room to speak with the doctors. He had been here multiple times over the years, and it always seemed as though something was broken, this dilapidated building crumbling down as the patients wandered the halls, lost in their own nightmares.

  A nurse, wearing the same starched white uniform of countless women before her, stepped through a door leading deeper into the hell that was this place, searched the room, and gave Rick a sympathetic smile. She recognized him. They always did. He could see the pity in their eyes each time he arrived.

  “He's waiting for you, Mr. Andrews,” she said, holding the door open, permitting him entry to the hall beyond. Rick stood, his discontentment visible in the creases of his forehead, and crossed the threshold into the home of insanity.

  White tile floors, chipped at the edges, marked by years of the
incessant pacing of wandering footsteps, led through a hall of unmarked doors, each the same, closed and locked against curious minds. He turned his head as he walked past, nodding hello at the orderlies crowding around a small television in the nurses’ station, enjoying a moment of normalcy, few and far between in their world. The gate to his left, leading to the day room and the patients’ rooms beyond, was perpetually locked, opened only for the occasional visitor, or to accept a new member to the family of crazy that lived here, spending their lives together, lost in their own worlds or drugged to the point of emptiness.

  At the end of the long hallway, a solitary door was labelled with a brass plaque, the name of the head psychiatrist printed upon it. Rick new the lettering on the sign. He had traced it with his fingertip, awaiting the man on the other side to allow him entry. He rapped his knuckles softly against the wood, and a voice called to him. He didn't want to go in there, deal with this, not again. But he reached for the ancient brass door knob, turned it, and pushed the door inward.

  Chapter 19

  Alex wandered down a dark alley, her stomach clenched in fear, blood running ice cold in her veins. She couldn't breathe, panting and clutching at her chest, the pain there unbearable. Where was Rick? Wasn't he supposed to be keeping her safe? Why was she here, alone, in this dark place? Stumbling, she caught herself before falling into a pile of garbage, scraping her hand against the dingy brick of an old building. Her palm was bleeding, the skin broken, and she held it against her sweater as she made her way toward the pale light emanating from the end of the corridor.

  She stepped out into a part of town that she was unfamiliar with, the buildings surrounding her foreign and unfriendly places. She went up to a shop, trying the handle, only to find it locked, barring her entry. She had to find someone who could help her, someone who would tell her where she was, someone that could help her get home. Walking down the dismally empty street, she peered in each window she passed, seeing not a single person in any of them. Where was everybody?