AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“These stay on,” I demand, pushing the skimpy dress over her head.
She is not wearing a bra, and her breasts spill free, taunting me to taste them. Unable to resist, I reach for one nipple, twirling the peaked pebble, then slide her silken panties down her legs. She steps free, now deliciously naked and standing in her sky-high heels in front of me.
“You’re all I can think about,” I murmur as I drop down on my knees, as if in front of a deity. With a sigh of relief, I bury my head between her thighs. The first taste of her is intoxicating. The moan that escapes her spurs me on, and I lift her leg over my shoulder, opening her to me. I trail my tongue over her opening from back to front, lingering over her clit and nibbling on it.
“Oh, Jack, I have missed this,” she moans, grinding her hips against my face.
I continue swiping my tongue over her pussy, holding her hips steady, her legs shivering. After every lick, I linger on her clit, twirling that sensitive button around my tongue until I feel her pulsing around me. I push a finger into her, continuing to lick and feeling her shudder and unravel over my face and around my tongue.
Once her orgasm subsides, I lift her up over my shoulder again and throw her on the bed. She gasps in surprise as I unbuckle my pants and let them fall to the ground, my cock springing free.
“You’ve been a brat this whole trip,” I rasp, lowering myself to her.
She is lying on the bed, looking at me with wide eyes, as if hypnotized. I push into her in one thrust.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl as I slide in and out of her mercilessly. Stopping is not an option. It’s as if a lid has been lifted off a boiling pot. After denying myself for so long, I can finally feel her around me, my cock filling her as if she was made for me. Each thrust builds more tension, escalating my pleasure to a crescendo.
“Yes, this is what I want,” she pants, her voice in shreds. “I want you. All of you. Your big dick. Your battered soul,” she cries. “Your nightmares.” Tears race down her face, hot, salty rivulets running from her eyes. “I want your love.”
I lean down to drink them, soaking her up, as if I was a dry desert ground and she the storm of the century.
Desperate, delirious, I turn us over so that she is on top of me, grabbing her hips and slowing us down. I sit up, my head between her heavy breasts, and I flick my tongue over her nipples, starved.
“I don’t melt for you, Little Bird. I burn,” I breathe in between thrusts, willing this moment to linger for as long as possible. I glide through her like a silk spear, my hips pumping hungrily, wringing out every last second of our time together. When I finally spill myself into her, she tenses around me, and I swallow her scream while she milks every last drop of my come.
Sated and spent, we lie in bed for a long time. The hum of the ocean outside is a distant murmur.
“What happened overseas?” she asks after a long silence.
Her warm body is splayed on mine, and I listen to her breath. She is still, holding onto me as if she will never let go.
“We were captured by an Al-Qaida unit in the Arabian Sea.” I finally begin, my voice a hum. Suddenly, I'm no longer in the luxurious house at the beach, I'm back in that cold, dim room with a rough blindfold pressed against my eyes. My wrists are raw from the tight ropes binding them behind my back. I can hear the muffled conversations of my captors, their voices laced with malicious glee. “We spent months tied up in a confined space,” I continue. “They tortured us every day. Marc, Cade, and I are the only ones that made it out.”
My heart thrums in my chest as I'm transported back. I can still hear their taunting voices, dripping with cruel delight at having captured American soldiers.
“What happened?”
“They made a mistake,” I say. “Luckily. They wanted to show the world their triumph, to show us off. So, they set up a camera and dragged me in front of it, bellowing to the world in Arabic.”
“Did you understand what they were saying?”
“Yes. They were saying what you would expect. That we were not welcome, that they would capture and kill every last one of us. The man talking went on for a long time. I was in front of a camera, and I needed to find a way to communicate with my team. But my hands were tied. Then it hit me. They might have restrained my hands, but not my fingers. As the militant leader droned on before the camera, desperation gripped me. That could have been my only chance.”
I pause, a layer of cold sweat covering me despite the heat.
“The camera was rolling, and the militant finally finished. They gave me a message that I needed to relay, and as I recited the words, I subtly moved my fingers against the ropes in a coded pattern. I indicated my general location with a series of taps, hoping my team would recognize the reference to our pre-determined grid system. Then, pressing my fingers together, I signaled the number of captors and their heavy weaponry. A subtle brush of my fingers against the rough rope sent a final message— that I was alive, but that I needed help.”
“Oh, Jack, that’s terrifying.”
“They stopped the video and pulled me back to my cell. In the darkness, I had no idea how much time had passed. I agonized in the deafening silence. Was my message received? Would the captors notice the signals I transmitted? Did I condemn us all with the slip of a finger? Still, I had a glimmer of hope. I'd sent my message. I just had to trust that they received it.”
I take a shaky breath, trying to push away the vivid memory. As I sit up, I fall silent, reaching for the bottle of water on the nightstand. Looking out of the window, I take solace in the sound of the waves.
“Reinforcements came just when I started to lose hope,” I begin slowly, watching Maddie's face. I settle on sharing only key parts, not wanting to traumatize her.
“In the dead of night, special ops soldiers from my own SEAL team spearheaded a stealth attack. There was an explosion as they blew open the outer gate. Then there were heavy boots pounding down the corridor toward my cell.”
Maddie gasps softly, gripping my forearm. I pat her hand, editing the most gruesome visions seared into my mind—gore spattering the walls, anguished cries silenced by bullets.
