Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 40

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My eyes fluttered open, and it took the feel of scratchy parachute cloth, the firmness of the ground beneath it, the chill of the night air tormenting my nose and cheeks, and the feel of a warm body pressed against me to remember where I was. The next minute was spent going over what had happened in the past twenty-four hours. I remembered the deaths of Tanaka’s men, Astrid screaming as my bodyguard tended to her wounds, and I recalled seeing Chloe’s naked back as she undressed in front of me.

There was no telling how much time had passed, but Chloe was spooning me from behind when I fell asleep. Now, our positions were reversed, and I was the one spooning her. Strands of her shoulder-length hair tickled my nose, and I removed my hand from the valley of her waist to scratch at it. That’s when it hit me just how intimate we were lying beside each other.

It felt nice when she’d been behind me, but this… this felt much different. Her back was firmly pressed against my chest, and the smell of her threatened to overpower my senses. My hand had been resting on her waist, where it began to curve into her hip. That wasn’t the most thrilling part, though. It was the fact that her well-muscled ass was pressed into my painfully erect dick.

Don’t get me wrong… having her body pressed against me underneath the impromptu blankets had paid off. My face was cold where exposed to the elements, but under the tough material, it was toasty and warm by comparison as we shared each other’s body heat. The only downside was that I had several inches of painfully erect steel just begging for pressure and friction, and Chloe’s ass was one hell of a tempting thing to rub my crotch against. It was taking all my fucking willpower not to slide my hand around to her abdomen and pull her back against me while I rubbed the length of my hardon up and down the trench of her ass.

I spent the next ten minutes in the dark, unable to sleep because of my situation. I kept thinking about how tight Chloe’s body was… how well-toned she was while still managing to seem soft where it counted. She was a world wonder; all I wanted to do was discover and explore more of this hidden gem sharing my ‘bed.’ I closed my eyes tight and tried to calm myself down, deciding that if nothing was going to happen between me and her tonight, then I needed to do something… anything to calm the fuck down.

It would have been nice to go for a walk, but I was pretty sure my clothes were still damp, and it was way too cold to be walking out in a t-shirt and boxers.

Unfortunately, the moment I closed my eyes, bits of the dream I’d just been having spun through my mind’s eye. I saw Erin’s sweet lips kissing my skin. Natashya fucking Helen. Danni—fucking sweet Danni—was on top of me, smiling down at me with so much love and affection.

My cock throbbed, and my eyes flew open, clearly not benefiting from my attempt at distracting myself. I felt my hips involuntarily move, infinitesimally grinding at Chloe’s ass for a full rotation before I caught myself.

God fucking damn, this was going to be a long night.

Please… couldn’t I just go back to sleep and dream of counting my money like Scrooge McDuck or something else equally boring?

I closed my eyes again.

Bobbi was there again without her collar. She was holding that leash, pulling it tight as a naked Emily knelt between her legs, her back pressed against my submissive and taking up the role of a submissive herself. I couldn’t look away from those pretty, pale gray eyes as she stared back at me. Bobbi’s hand was buried between her legs, her fingers clearly working in and out of Emily’s… oh fuck.

I felt a palm on my crotch and looked down to see Carla staring up at me, biting her lip as she rubbed my length up and down in the boxers I now wore as I stood there.

“You paid such a high price for me, baby,” she husked and planted a kiss on my hip. “It’d be a shame to just fuck me once.”

FUCK!

My eyes flew open. I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a deep breath to loosen the tightness in my chest. Was I being punished? Was I Jesus Christ wandering in the desert, dying of hunger while the Devil tossed pieces of bread at me and taunted me? It’s how I felt. God… I could even still feel the ghost of the pressure from Dream Carla’s hand on my crotch.

Wait… no. That was real.

I felt friction.

My dick felt relief, followed by an immediate sense of greater hunger as something continued to press against it, rubbing up and down its length in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I double-checked that I wasn’t doing anything other than lying very still.

As her ass continued to rock back and forth, I decided she was unconscious. She had to be doing this in her sleep because she was so adamant against doing anything other than resting to conserve strength. Now, she was unconsciously trying to get me off, and, of course, I’d dreamed for over a month of having this woman, so I wouldn’t have been surprised if I ended up nutting in my boxers from a little bit of dry humping.

Her ass paused mid-grind, and nothing happened for the next few seconds, and then there was a single, much more deliberate push against my crotch. Her strong ass-cheek worked my manhood better than Dream Carla’s hand.

And then what Chloe did next absolutely floored me. She reached down, grabbed my hand, and slowly slid it up until my palm sat firmly on her cloth-covered tit. Then she left it there as she continued to grind against me.

Who the fuck was I lying in bed with? What happened to Chloe “Anything else is a waste of resources” Tanner? I had no idea, but I did know one thing—despite getting a clear invitation, I wasn’t going to make a move on her. Not after all the crap she gave me earlier.

Ten minutes of grinding against my groin passed while my hand remained unmoving on her breast. Then she leaned slightly away from me, her back and rear pulling away from me and, despite the blankets, making me feel a few degrees colder. I missed her body before she’d managed to finish moving away from me, and immediately felt flooded with regret. I’d waited too long to respond, and she must have thought I was still asleep. Once again, I felt like I’d missed a window of opportunity with this woman, and I swore that I’d beat Tanaka’s men to the punch and kill myself.

And then Chloe rolled over to face me, adjusting to press her body as close to mine as possible. Once again, I could barely distinguish her features in the near-total darkness, and I stared back at her. I would have paid a billion dollars for a light to see her face even though she could have taught a masterclass on stoicism. I would have grasped at the faintest of straws if it gave me hope of understanding her thoughts.

More minutes passed in silence as we stared at each other, both very well aware that the other wasn’t asleep. I didn’t know what time it was or where we were or how long I’d been asleep. The only thing that existed for me was my painful erection and the fact that I had a gorgeous, half-dressed woman pressed up against me with her lips mere inches from mine. Yet, my resolve had returned—with the reemergence of hope, I was committed to holding out until she either made the move or let me fall asleep.

She kissed me.

Before I knew what was happening, Chloe simply moved her head inward and gently pressed her lips to mine for a kiss that I could only describe as experimental. Her mouth was soft and pliable against mine, like the softest down, which was the last thing I expected from this hardened ex-CIA agent turned head of security. Her lips moved ever so slightly against mine, opening a fraction before closing again as if she were trying to decide just how explicit this kiss was going to be.

I didn’t give her a chance to decide. Still staying exactly where I was, I opened my mouth and gently captured her bottom lip between both of mine, sucking on it carefully before letting it go and giving it a little peck. Then I followed it up with the tip of my tongue as it lashed at her top lip, barely grazing it.

I stared into where her eyes roughly were and could have sworn I could see them in this level of darkness. It was probably my imagination, but at that moment, I thought I saw her looking vulnerable and a little scared. That was impossible, though. This was Chloe we were talking about. I witnessed her kill a man by snapping his neck with her ankles. She wasn’t scared of anything… especially someone like me.

Movement between us attracted my attention, and I could barely make out her hands at the buttons of her shirt. She was unfastening them—first one, then another. Then she reached for my hand and pulled it toward her chest, tucking it inside her shirt so that it came in contact with her breast. It had just enough give to confirm that it was all-natural but maintained a lot of the firmness of her youth—a testament to how well she took care of herself.

I could feel her thick nipple catching on my fingers as they passed over her smooth flesh, and I trapped it between two digits as I slid my palm over the silky mound. Then I noticed it; her breath was quick and shallow, and I could hear it coming in short, quiet bursts.

“I thought nothing was going to happen tonight,” I said. There was no heat in my words… no notes of sarcasm. I was asking out of genuine confusion. She had remained steadfast in her resolve to avoid whatever was between us, but now, in this moment, whatever conviction she held seemed to crumble. I regretted my words as soon as I said them, afraid that everything I did or said was a step in the wrong direction.

Chloe hovered so close to me that I could feel her warm breath on my face, no matter how shallow her breaths. Her forehead brushed mine. Her nose nuzzled my nose, and I felt her lips brush mine again. “It’s cold,” she muttered. I couldn’t see her eyes but could feel them boring into mine. “And it’s been a while.”

She didn’t say anything else, but I understood what she meant. I tentatively reached out, placed a hand on her waist, and slowly pulled her tighter against me, suppressing a slight shiver from a bit of cool air that had slipped under our blankets when she adjusted her position. Rather than resist me, she slid in even closer, trapping my hand between our chests so that it couldn’t be easily removed from her chest. I felt an intense heat on my cloth-covered crotch as she pressed her underwear-clad pussy against my still-raging hard-on.

“You sure about this?” I asked. We were entering some murky territory, and Chleo had been cautious for a reason. It seemed to me that a bodyguard who slept with their client couldn’t do their job properly.

“Do you want this or not?” Chloe asked without any heat in her voice.

“God, yes,” I said.

“Then shut up.”

I wrapped my arm around the small of her back and crushed her against me as our lips crashed against each other. Our mouths opened simultaneously, and our tongues both sought access to the other, forcing them to confront each other. They pressed against each other in a frenzied dance, vying for passage and contesting ground. I drank her moans, and she swallowed mine as the hand on her back slid under the shirt and began exploring her smooth skin. Within moments, we were dry-humping each other, our superheated groins grinding like crazy as we desperately sought the friction that would allow us to get each other off.

Fuck it… I had a small army of bodyguards at my disposal. I could afford to distract the hot one.

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To Be Continued...