CHAPTER NINE
The slow burn
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The gathering of the possible terrorists happens, Samin records everything, and as soon as he gets a wooden box filled with weapons on video, Jason and the guys get there and invade the place, arresting all of the participants, including Samin, so it wouldn't raise any suspicion. All of them are brought in for interrogation too, including Samin, and Reiss and another CIA agent interrogate all of them for hours. The CIA finally admits the existence of the Tahara network, and they bring in another agent to replace Jessica. And he's handsome, as Lisa and I conclude. Early 40's, tall but not as big as the Seals, but he's incredibly charming, with light brown hair and a five o'clock shadow, and green eyes.
"Well, that was a great op" I tell Jason, Ray, Sonny and Trent as soon as they approach the entrance of the building we use for interrogations, all clean up. They're too excited to see the results of their capture, and the interrogations have been happening for three hours now.
"Yes it was, Vicky Croft" Sonny playfully says, raising his eyebrows, and I can't help it, I look down at my outfit. I'm wearing my gun secured to my hip by a strap around my thigh, because, well, all of us are carrying guns most of the time, and now we have like ten extra terrorists roaming around Camp Larkin, and I'm also wearing a black top with a rounded neckline. And my hair up in a ponytail.
"I swear, I didn't put this together on purpose" I murmur, still looking down, then I look up and the guys are standing around me. Jason has his arms crossed and is checking me out, serious. Or at least he's looking at me, attentive.
"You won't hear me complaining" Sonny playfully says again, making me smirk.
"And why are you here?" Ray asks, because I'm usually at the Command Center waiting with Lisa and Blackburn.
I pout. "Just checking to see if they're doing a good job" I casually answer, and not a second later, Austin, our new CIA agent, comes out of the building right next to me.
"We are, Victoria. Don't worry" he says, charmingly smiling at me, and at the guys. Ray smiles back at him, friendly, but the rest of the guys look at him suspicious. They don't like competition for female attention.
"Guys, this is the new agent assigned to Bravo, Austin" I quickly introduce him to the guys, because I was introduced to him before by Reiss. And Jason is quite friendly with him, after the initial stare. "Nice to meet you, I'm Jason Hayes. Bravo One" he proudly says, shaking Austin's hand.
"Master Chief. Your fame precedes you. Nice to meet you too" Austin says, friendly, and he shakes the hands and slightly kisses the asses of the other guys too. They like him a lot more now.
"Any news?" I interrupt the ass-kissing session.
"Some news, yes. But I'm afraid that it will take a while longer" Austin answers, exhaling. Looking tired already. Wrong choice of profession, then. "We have to be extra careful, because the CIA and the Navy already warned us that most of the guys, like small participants, will have to be released after their interrogation. Draw-down. We don't have the space nor the people to look out for them".
Jason makes a disgusted face, with reason. "That's ridiculous, this draw-down. They already know, with evidence, that there's this terrorist organization active here. They should keep more people, at least".
"They'll keep some Camps open near the borders" Austin explains, also not liking the draw-down that much. Then he turns to me. "I'm going to the cafeteria now, to get some coffee. Care to join me? I could spare a few minutes before I start the next interrogation".
I feel incredibly awkward, because I don't know if he's just being friendly or flirting with me. I purposely don't look at Jason, and decide that there's no harm being done. "Sure. I'm hungry, actually". I was. It was almost dinner time.
"Like always" I hear Jason mock, behind me, but I've already started to walk with Austin to the cafeteria, so I ignore him.
If he's jealous or just terrible with teases, it's his problem. But deep down I'd love it if he's jealous, of course.
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Lisa, Austin and I, with the eventual help from Blackburn, stay almost in lock down during the next days, watching the hours of interrogations, reading the transcripts, and collecting names and data about the terrorist cell. In the meantime, Jason and the team go into another op with Reese, to collect an important terrorist that's been imprisoned by the Afghani government, and being held in another city. Lisa and Blackburn are coordinating and overlooking that op and only by the end of it, I find out that they were ambushed by the terrorists.
But I don't even have time to be worried and relieved that the guys are safely coming back. Because we find out that one of the guys that was released was, almost certain, the leader of the Tahara network. Reiss and Austin thought he was low on the hierarchy ladder, and he tricked them, alright. We don't know his real name but at least we know his face.
And with the information that the CIA nerds find out from the cells of the captured terrorists, a list of people show up, and Bravo Team is soon out during ops and capturing more terrorists or bringing in informants, while Lisa, Austin and I stay locked analyzing everything, and Reiss does most of the interrogations. These are long and exhausting days, where all of us barely eats and sleeps; the guys are out all the time, and I'm locked all the time. All that we didn't work before we're working now.
In one of these long days, I realize a huge problem during the interrogation of one of the possible informants, that had just happened that morning. The guy was too eager to help. It reminded of the problem we had with Jessica's 'informant'.
"Austin" I call him, hoping that I'm reading the transcript wrong, "were you interrogating this guy? Or just Reiss was there" I ask, because sometimes both were together and only one of them was leading the interrogation, so only one name appeared. In this case, Reiss'.
"Hum" he comes closer and reads the paper. "No, I wasn't. Not this one. Just Reiss". He reads the transcription and looks at me, serious. He's thinking the same thing as I am. "He didn't ask about Samin to the informant" he murmurs, looking at me, and I nod. Reiss probably burned Samin. "I'll talk to Reiss" Austin quickly says.
I nod, anxious, "I think we should check on Samin, just in case", I say, already walking to the door.
"Wait until I talk to Reiss" he asks, holding my arm.
"What for? He did what he did. If this informant is a terrorist, which seems to be something normal around here, Samin is in danger right now", I explain and walk out the door.
I go to Samin's stand and confirm he's not there that day, and his employees haven't talked to him today, but that it's normal sometimes. Still, I go to Blackburn and tell him my concerns.
"Look, I'll go with one of the CIA agents, we don't need an escort to go downtown, I'll check his house and the market. He's not answering his phone, but his employees say it's usual of him. And I'm sure he doesn't want anything to do with us or the CIA for now. So I can't confirm anything over the phone" I explain.
Blackburn squirms, but nods, exhaling. "Ok. I'll ask for volunteers to go with you and the CIA agent, just in case". I nod, and I have a feeling that maybe we'll really need the security escort.
I know the guys from Bravo are tired because they just came back from two ops, and probably showering or already resting. Or not. But I make my way to my cabin to quickly change my top and camouflage pants and wear civilian clothes that cover my entire body, and get a big turquoise scarf to cover my hair and head. The fact that I have really dark hair helps me blend into the Afghani crowd, even though I know my skin is a lot lighter than most of them. But I've been tanning a lot walking around Camp Larkin, so who knows. I want to blend in, just in case Samin is being watched by the terrorists.
I'm really anxious waiting for someone to show up to go with me, because I don't know, I feel that every second wasted is crucial, but Ray quickly shows up, jogging in his civilian clothes and with a handgun. He's still sweaty. Blackburn told him to go low-profile.
"Most of us were showering" Ray explains, "But Trent's coming".
I nod and smile, thanking him for coming. "You must be tired. Sorry. But I think Samin might be in trouble".
"Might?" Ray asks, suspicious, "What kind of trouble?"
I'm about to answer, when Jason comes jogging from the gear room, also in civilian clothes. Unlike Ray, he's clean. I realize I've missed seeing him during these past few days.
"I thought Trent was coming. You were showering" Ray states, confused.
"I was just coming out" he explains, and I glance at his t-shirt, that has some wet patches. He obviously dried himself quickly. "Blackburn said it was urgent" he says, standing next to me. "What happened?"
I gesture at them for us to go, and they walk with me to the jeep. "Samin might be in real trouble" I explain, "I think that the guy that was interrogated as an informant could be a terrorist, in disguise. Like the one that fooled Jessica".
Ray looks around, confused. "Wasn't Austin coming too?" Then he turns to Jason, "I don't think Bravo One and Two should go together to do security, man" Ray reasonably tells him.
Jason ignores Ray, but I answer his previous question while we get in the jeep. "I can't wait for Austin. And we don't need him" I simply say.
"Aren't you just imagining things because of what Jessica did? Maybe the guy reallywasan informant" Jason teases, implying that Jessica has an impact on my life or decisions.
"No" I bluntly answer him, stern. "I'm talking about a man's life, Jason" I add, and he looks annoyed.
"Never said otherwise" he harshly answers, but he knows he's wrong, so he keeps quiet the entire drive to downtown J-Bad.
We go to Samin's house, and the guys discreetly wait nearby while I knock on the door of his house. Even from a huge distance, Jason looks American as fuck. His wife informs me that he's at the market, and tells me the address. I try not to worry her, but she's suspicious, and extremely annoyed with the presence of us Americans. And she's right to be.
"The market is nearby" I discreetly tell the guys as I pass by them, and make my way walking to there. Ray follows me close, and Jason keeps a lot more distance. I arrive there and try to find Samin, but the place is really crowded. But nothing bad seems to have happened there so far.
"One o'clock" Ray passes by me, whispering, and I look and find Samin in a corner of the market, far away. I sigh, relieved, but decide to make my way there, and gesture to Ray, who nods, and he gestures to Jason where Samin is and that we're going there. I decide to approach Samin and offer him to stay hidden, in Camp Larkin, for his safety, just for a while.
There's a crowd of men and women, but mostly men, and a couple of them decide to stand in front of me while I make my way, and I try to ditch them but keep my eyes on Samin. He finally sees me, and looks alarmed to see me there. I nod at him, and gesture him to walk more to the side where Ray is, and he nods and goes. All of that while the men were trying to hold my arms and stand close to me, which is quite normal for a woman alone in the market in J-Bad, unfortunately. When I finally push one of the men away from me, but not too hard so I wouldn't attract too much attention, the other one pulls my scarf down, complaining and dangerously whispering in arabic. I don't speak too much arabic, but I have some idea of what he's saying. He's probably calling me names while he firmly grabs my arm, placing his face close to mine. It's scary as hell, and even though it's disgusting I know it's not too dangerous, especially because I have my gun on my back, and I'm a lot more concerned about getting out of there before someone suspects I'm American and linked to Samin, but the guy is really holding me close and I don't want to pull my gun.
But there's no way I can pretend I'm not an American when a very American Jason suddenly advances at the guy, aggressive, and pulls his shirt, almost raising him from the ground, to make him let me go. After the guy releases me in record time and runs out of there, Jason looks at me, serious, very aware that he shouldn't really have done this, and I glance back at Samin, who's near Ray, and they're both watching our scene. But unharmed, gladly. Jason and I make our way out of the market, while Ray and Samin walk separately from us.
I look around us while we walk, suspicious, and Jason is thinking the same thing.
"Someone may have seen me looking and gesturing at Samin before" I mumble to Jason, looking up at him, serious.
"I know" he says, looking around, not looking at me. He looks to the side, and then at me again. "I think we're burnt" he suddenly says, and I look that way and see two suspicious guys that were next to us at the market too. They looked like the type of guys that would be there to take Samin. Ray and Jason aren't wearing comms because they attract attention, so Jason calls Ray on the phone and tells him about his suspicious, and Ray agrees. We left the market and are on the street, and they kept talking to each other on their phones. Suddenly Jason grabs my arm. "There are more of them. Move" he says, and walks fast with me, walking into an alley. I didn't even see or hear anyone, and Iwaslooking around, but that's one of the reasons I'm not a Tier-1 operator.
"Where's Ray and Samin?" I ask, while we're waiting in the alley, leaned on a door.
"They're going to Samin's house, to get his wife and son and take them to the jeep". Jason says, anxious.
"The tangos will get them, Jason" I say, with a shaky voice. "We need to go now and help them". All I could think of was the terrorists passing by or invading Samin's house to kill all his family, now that they suspect even more that he's involved with the Americans. If they were already suspicious and those two guys were probably there to torture and kill Samin, now they'd definitely get his family, too.
But Jason hesitates, glancing at me and walking back to the corner of the alley, to see if the terrorists passed. I walk to him. "I'll get you to the jeep first" he tells me, looking to the sides of the street, with his gun in hand.
"No" I say, annoyed. "There's no time, Jason" I touch his arm, and he finally looks at me. He knows I'm right and just stares at me, while I take my gun that was hidden on my back. "Come on, let's go" I say, because there's no one near the alley anymore.
But Jason is abnormally suspicious and cautious, as is every team leader, and touches my lower back to make me walk almost glued to him. Jason calls Ray again and he says that there's a back door, and we make our way inside from there. Jason discreetly looks around to see if there any more terrorists at the back of the house, but apparently not, at least for now.
"I counted five tangos following us, including the two that were following him when we arrived" Ray says as soon as we get inside. Samin is nervously telling his wife to just get their documents real quick and come with us, but she comes back with the documents and also a furious face.
"Then there's six. Because one of them followed us in the streets" Jason explains to Ray, and he nods. And I barely suspected of two tangos in the market. Jason stays guarding the back door and Ray takes a peek at the front, while I make Samin's wife and son stand close to me and Samin, against a wall.
"Ok, bad news. There's a car parking in front. With different tangos. I count three".
Jason quietly swears. "Fuck. Call it, Vicky".
He doesn't have to tell me twice, I already have my phone and I'm calling Blackburn.
"Blackburn, we're ambushed. In Samin's house. We're surrounded by nine armed tangos, at least. They've got vehicles". I let him know all at once, and he says he'll send back up immediately. Not just to help us out, but because it's important if we can capture at least one of the tangos alive. And also, if the terrorists manage to capture two Seals and an Officer, the Navy will kill Blackburn. Because the tangos obviously know that there are military Americans inside that house, and that's why they're so eager to get inside.
"Why are there nine terrorists around my house?" Samin's wife asks, indignant, in english. Of course Samin told her about the way the CIA pressured him, and now they're not only trying to kill Samin but also his entire family. But she's strong, because any normal civilian woman would've been crying in despair by now.
"Ten, guys" I alert Ray and Jason, because I took a peek from a side window and saw a suspicious woman leaning on another car, doing nothing. "The woman with a gray scarf" I explain to Jason, who came to look out the window, standing next to me. No man's hitting on that woman. That's impossible in J-Bad, no woman would just stand there, waiting to be grabbed, unless she was very armed underneath her clothes. It's really hard for any terrorist cell to accept women between them, but not if they are one of the sisters or cousins of important members. They never deny any help. Jason takes a look at the woman, then looks at me and nods, agreeing.
Almost ten minutes have passed since we got in and I called Blackburn, and it's great, because it means that they are probably ten minutes away from where we are, at most. But unfortunately the terrorists have decided a course of action.
"They're coming" Ray says in a monotone voice, and Samin's wife now is desperate, and so is he. Their son is just confused, which is good. Jason gestures me to take them to the room in the corner of the house. The thing is, me, Jason and Ray only got our hand guns with us, which won't last long. And no vests or protection. We make our way to the room and Jason and Ray wait near the front and back door, and all of a sudden we can hear a lot of shots being fired, and I can hear the difference between the tangos' rifles and the guys' guns, and from what I hear, there are a lot more rifles being shot.
A wooden door is burst, and I hear Jason calling Ray to retreat to the back room. I hear a metal noise and push Samin and his family against a wall, because I know there's a terrorist ready to get inside the room from the narrow window, and I'm right. I slightly pull the curtain, just to shoot the guy in the face, then stay there watching outside. Samin's family is now crying and screaming with the shots. I don't blame them.
"Vicky, there" Jason calls me and gestures for me to take Samin's family to the safest corner of the room, and both Jason and Ray are standing at the door of the room while I wait by the window. Another terrorist peeks inside and I shoot him on the chest. I truly hope that none of them has a grenade. Suddenly a grenade is thrown at the entrance of the room, and after Jason alerted, Ray managed to throw it back at them. Thank God the tangos miscalculated the time it takes for it to blow up. The room was big, but a grenade in there would have hurt at least a couple of us, a lot. Maybe even killed one of us.
"There's at least two of them yet" Ray yells, but Jason shakes his head, and yells, while shooting back at one, "Then more came here. I counted at least three".
The three of us look at each other, serious, and then to Samin and his family, and hope that the backup arrives soon, because none of us have many bullets left. Jason has an extra gun on his ankle, but it has only a few bullets.
We finally hear shots being fired outside. Backup is here, and I sigh, relieved, while I tell Samin and his wife. Bravo Team manages to capture the woman and another terrorist, and they killed two more that were there too, so even more terrorists than we calculated were surrounding us there.
"Well,nowyou guys must be tired" I tease Ray and Jason, as soon as we walk into Camp Larkin, behind Samin and his family. They are relieved as hell but angry as hell at us too. "Thanks guys" I sincerely tell the guys, and they smile at me.
Jason touches my arm, to make me stop. "You did good" he tells me, affectionate, and looking into my eyes. I know he's right, because we saved Samin from imminent torture and death, but it was really scary.
"I just had a feeling. When I read the transcription of that interrogation" I explain to him the best I can.
"Glad you followed your gut, then" He says, smiling, and hovering over me. His face is covered in speckles of gunpowder, and the sunset is against his face, making him look even more tanned.
I keep quiet for a second, serious, and his smile vanishes.
"I usually do" I mutter, sincere. He just keeps staring at me, registering my words. "I'll go take a shower" I tell him, and walk away.
And I do just that, showering to take away the gunpowder and dust from my body and hair, then I put on my gray big sweatshirt. Then I drink some water and lazily dry my hair.
Wondering if someday someone else will follow their gut too.
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I'm finishing combing through my dry hair, and it's looking extra shiny this time. It's a bad sign. Whenever my hair looks like this, nothing happens, no one sees me, or it rains. I grab my phone and Lisa sent me a text while I was showering, telling me she'll pass by my cabin as soon as they finish analyzing some last important intel they got from those captured terrorists. I hear a soft knock on my door, and stand up. Probably Lisa.
I gasp, because when I open the door Jason is standing in front of me, with his puffy jacket and jeans, staring at me with a stern face and hungry eyes. And I think he never looked hotter.
After the day I had, while I was showering I thought about the reason why Jason could be avoiding me for days after we kissed, and what Lisa told me, that he would want all of me. So, the reason for him to stay away from me is because he either thinks that things would be awkward if we had sex; or that things would be amazing if we had sex, but we'd both want something more. And we can't.
So this is not an easy decision for him, and it shouldn't be an easy decision for me, either. The difference is that lately I've been in a mood to be inconsequential for once in my life, and he's probably not in that mood, at all.
"You want me" I mutter, without thinking, and he nods and quickly steps into my cabin advancing at me, kissing my lips and holding my head and back with his hands. I close my eyes and hear he shut the door behind him, and he pushes me back until I touch my desk with my thighs. It's so delicious to feel him again next to me that I release a quiet moan, and he raises me from the butt and sits me on the desk, pushing some crap to the floor. I place my hands on his face, feeling his beard, then his hair, and he breathes in and deepens the kiss. He likes it.
This time I'm not wasting any time, though. While he's pressing my waist with his hands, I'm already pushing his jacket and he shakes it to the floor, then he stops the kiss and distances himself just enough to take his t-shirt off. From the front. I love it when they do that, and the fact that Jason stared at me while taking it off makes it even better. And, of course, seeing and finally feeling his naked torso in front of me is amazing. I know he wants me to undress, but first I savor him, kissing his chest and shoulders. He tastes like soap and salt, even though he's clean, and still slightly smells of gunpowder, and I love his smell. It's very him. While I lazily lick and kiss his chest I caress his stomach, and I notice he has moneymaker creases. I graze a finger on them, making my way down under his jeans, while I bite his nipple. He shudders, which is great.
He's a little impatient, though, because he pulls my sweatshirt up and quickly out of my head, and since I was going to stay in my cabin, I'm braless. He slightly gasps and his face is very serious when he hunches down to kiss my collarbone, and I mess up his hair while I feel him kneeling and embracing me to kiss and lick my body. He does that eagerly, and I shiver with the sensation of his tongue and beard on my sensitive skin, I'm pulsating so much it hurts. I pull his hair and he notices my impatience, so he stands up again and raises me from the desk, from my butt, and walks with me to the bed, where he lays me down on my back. He looks at my face almost the entire time, with very hungry eyes, and I get more eager by the second. He finally takes off his pants, and he's wearing white boxer briefs underneath.
I gasp, but I'm not satisfied. "Take it off" I mumble, because I don't want to risk not seeing his erection, if he's too close to me later. Jason opens a naughty smile and raises his eyebrows, while taking off his underwear right in front of me, very aware of what's under that fabric. The reason of Jessica's obsession, probably. And it's agreatreason. It's not only big, it's a handsome example. It should be photographed for posterity. I squirm and smile, and he turns serious, hungry for me too.
Jason climbs the bed and kisses my lips, then he kisses my body, and entwines his fingers on my panties, which are nice today, and takes them out. I think about asking him to come up again, because I'm impatient to feel him inside of me, for days, but he decides to give me some pleasure before that.
He presses his fingers on my thighs, opening my legs, and then he looks at me, with an expression of starvation, and I lick my lips, to prepare for what's coming. I didn't prepare myself well enough, though, because he barely buries his face between my legs and I'm already close, and a couple of minutes later I reach my orgasm, moaning not too silently as I wanted to. It's just that the feeling of his rough fingers on my thigh, rough beard and tongue everywere, are very potent.
I open my eyes and Jason's already hovering over me, waiting and attentively looking at my face. When he sees that I opened my eyes, he swallows and hesitates, but then starts to distance himself, probably to grab a condom.
"I'm on the pill" I mumble, because I know I'm clean, and because he is a DEVGRU Seal, I know he's clean too. I never had sex with anyone without using condoms and the pill, but honestly I would love to feel all of him inside of me. Can't wait. But Jason stares at me for a second, and now I'm afraid he doesn't trust me. I'm about to tell him that I'm clean, or that he can use a condom, that's ok,but he blinks and cutely grins at me, sincerely happy with the fact that I trust him. Ok, now I'm completely melted, just fuck me already.
He kisses me slowly and I know he's about to start, but I stop the kiss because I need to ask him something.
"Jason" I call him, and he opens his eyes, breathing hard, "please don't be awkward with me after this". I really don't want it to be like it was when we kissed. I missed talking to him.
He blinks, and continues to stare at me, then he slightly shakes his head. "I won't" he says, exhaling.
I open a smile, because now I'm happy, and he can fuck me all he wants, and he does just that. He holds my waist and raises my legs, while he pushes into me. He's dominating me completely, and I hum, because the sensation is too good. I'm finally feeling Jason inside of me, and the sensation exceeded all of my expectations.
He gasps and moans with the sensation, too.
"Oh God" he mumbles, shuddering. He huskily exhales, and I shiver with that sound. He starts to move, first slowly and deeply, keeping his face close to mine. I'm gasping or quietly moaning, and move my fingers through his hair while he touches and squeezes my body.
Soon he starts to move faster, but still deeply. I wrap my legs around his hips and he places his face on my hair and brings his body closer, grabbing my thigh and almost smothering me, but it feels great, because I feel his body all over me. I look down and see his butt and hips moving to reach deeply inside of me, and I remember that vision when he pushed me against that fence. Now I know what was going on underneath all those clothes.
I bite his neck and earlobe, not thinking straight anymore, because he's gasping and moaning in my ear. He suddenly grunts, and starts to push harder, and only then I realize I was still biting his earlobe, and kind of hard, but I like his aggressive reaction, a lot.
"Go on, Master Chief" I tease and murmur in his ear, without thinking. Apparently, my reasoning skills are nonexistent when I'm with him. But he likes the tease, because he moves even harder, and he's grunting in my ear now. "How did you like the party that day?" I ask, suddenly very talkative, as if I was having lunch. I hear him chuckle, panting.
"Oh" he grunts, "it was great. Best party ever" he playfully and huskily says in my ear, while fucking me hard.
"I don't know" I say, and gasp, "I thought it was okay" I tease, smiling. He grunts and tries to punish me moving harder, but it feels amazing. I feel an urge to look at his face, so I place my hands on his cheeks, to face him. He's serious and looks cute. "I took a walk and felt better after that" I explain, smiling at him.
He smiles at me, with a hungry stare. "Did you, now?" he rewards me by reaching deeper, and I loudly moan, "you mean, after you called me to that alley?" he asks cockily.
I'm about to lie, but there's no point. "Would you prefer that I didn't?"
He looks at me and blinks, and turns serious again, and vulnerable. He hesitates. "No" he finally answers, and he moves faster and harder, again. "Hell no".
I smile at him, and graze my thumb on his lips. "Ok then" I say, looking into his eyes.
"I'm so glad I was there today" he huskily says to me, and softly kisses my lips.
I lazily smile at him. "Me too" is all I can say, because I was really glad too.
He kisses me deeply, while I move my hands to his chest, abs and that delicious crease, pressing my nails on his skin. He holds my head and hair on his hands, and speeds up the pace.
"This is wrong, Vicky" he suddenly says, with a trembling voice and anxious eyes, "this is so wrong".
I understand what he means, that what we're doing is illegal, but I don't want him to ruin this moment for me. I feel him close to his orgasm, and so am I.
"It feels right. To me" I confess, feeling incredibly vulnerable when he looks at me, serious, after saying that. He slightly nods, and places his face on my neck and hair.
I wrap my entire body around him, feeling his warm skin against mine, and dishevel his hair while biting his shoulder. I feel like I'm burning in a haze or a dream, and I feel he can barely move, but I just don't care, he was smothering me before, too. He gasps and firmly grabs the precarious headboard with one hand, grunting while he pushes hard and fast into me. I'm on the edge, and he moves faster, desperate for his release, and I come, releasing a high-pitched moan, that I muffle on his chest. He immediately comes, too, inside of me, and releasing that delicious husky moan, muffling the sound on my hair. That's insane.
We keep still and quiet, just catching our breaths, and I'm truly out of words. I never felt anything like this before. I don't regret any of it, at all, but I definitely should have been more honest with myself.
I should have known that I could never get Jason Hayes out of my system by having him inside of me.
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