Chapter 9: Chloe

Chloe’s tongue lapped at my lips a couple of times and then pressed into mine just as I started to return in kind. We spent the next few minutes lapping at each other like thirsty canines. Whatever pretense existed was shattered as our crotches ground against each other.

My hands slid up her chest and brushed her trapezius muscles, massaging them for a few minutes under the collar of her shirt. Her back arched and she groaned into my mouth, letting me know that I was doing something right, so I dug my fingertips into her taught flesh and kneaded them for several moments as we continued to make out and dry hump each other.

I had already awakened with a hard cock thanks to my dream, but my member felt so engorged that I was a little afraid the skin along my shaft would burst. It throbbed and pulsed with anticipated pleasure so intense that it was a little painful, but that wasn’t going to stop me from grinding myself against Chloe. Fuck no ... nothing was going to keep me from enjoying this woman’s body.

My lips left hers, and I kissed down her cheek and jawline, chewing on her as she wrapped her arms tightly around me, crushing her breasts to my chest as she continued to grind against my crotch. All thoughts of the cold were forgotten in the flames of her passion and the heat of her embrace. If anything, I was in danger of being consumed by her sheer intensity, which was a goddamned surprise. Chloe had always been cold and calculating. Even when I caught her watching me fuck Ashlee, her arousal had seemed muted compared to the other women in my life. She’d stared at me that night as she fingered herself, but there was no chance to read what was going on behind those brown eyes. That wasn’t the case here. The way her short fingernails dug into my shirt as she clung to me for dear life suggested that I was with a completely different woman. The bodyguard was gone. The only one left was the woman.

“Ugh,” Chloe panted, gripping me tighter as she ran her superheated pussy up and down my length.

My fingers let up on the pressure I’d placed on her traps and slid to her shoulders, gently pushing her shirt off them till it fell down her arms. Chloe got the message and let go of me so she could slip the rest of the way off her body and drop somewhere to the floor, forgotten for the rest of the night. I fell back on my elbows, barely able to distinguish her dark form from anything else, cursing that I didn’t have the light. I needed to fucking see her! I wanted to see that freckled chest and to run my fingers over her smooth skin to connect the dots. I wondered just how far her freckles went ... how much of her breasts were covered in them? And her nipples ... I’d felt them but had no idea what color they were. She didn’t have Bobbi’s peaches and cream complexion but something closer to Natashya’s skin tone. Were they a pinkish brown? Darker? Part of me felt robbed that Chloe was almost completely naked on top of me, but I couldn’t see the way her blonde hair fell across her face or look into her intense brown eyes. Was she smiling? Was her jaw clenched while she looked on dispassionately? Was she rolling her eyes at me every few seconds, or did she have the same goofy grin I felt I was wearing when I didn’t have my lips pressed against hers?

She didn’t give me much time to contemplate it. After a brief moment of staring down at me, she unceremoniously hooked her fingertips under the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, forcing me to raise my arms as she stripped me. A brief chill hit my chest and back, reminding me that it was cold outside, but I didn’t get a chance to do more than register the thought before I was forced on my back. Chloe fell on top of me, her now-naked breasts landing against my chest. Her lips found mine, and she pushed her tongue back into my mouth in a frenzied make-out session, seeking friction wherever possible by rubbing her hard little nipples into my chest as she proceeded to dry hump me once more.

I met her ferocity with my own, allowing weeks of pent-up desire for this woman to pour out at once. I grabbed her hips and held them firmly against me as mine thrust up, driving my underwear-clad crotch into hers. Her hands were on my chest, running her palms and fingertips across the crevices and curves of my developing physique before continuing their journey up my shoulders and slipping to either side of my head. Her fingernails raked across my temples as she held my face in her hands so she could better devour me.

And I wanted to be devoured by this beautiful, deadly creature. There was something sexy about being with a woman with classified mission reports and enough dead bodies in her past that she could stack them like firewood. I’d seen her snap a man with her ankles while her hands were tied behind her back. Now, she had her near-nude, athletic body pressed to mine as her lips and tongue wrestled with mine for dominance.

Suddenly, she tore her mouth from mine and groaned low as she nuzzled into the side of my face. Her teeth found purchase on my neck and bit into the sensitive flesh, pulling an involuntary hiss from me. At the same time, her fingers slid further into my hair and gripped it tightly. She pulled at it, forcing me to expose even more of my neck to her. Chloe’s free hand wandered down, her fingers crossing my ribs as they caressed lower. Her touch was insistent and firm, which fit her so amazingly well.

I shivered once I felt her fingers brush the elastic of my underwear. She slipped them underneath the waistband and dragged her nails across my skin before pulling the boxers over my hips. On one of my thrusts into her crotch, she slid my underwear over my ass while it was off the ground and halfway down my thighs. I felt my cock catch on the fabric before springing free only to slap into the warm, damp material between her legs.

“Take yours off, too,” I whispered as she pressed her groin into mine. My voice was rough from the cold night air and the bare-naked need I had for the woman undressing me.

“Be patient,” Chloe replied. Despite trying to keep the calm demeanor she worked so hard to maintain, I could practically hear the smirk playing on her lips. Maybe she was amused at a younger man’s impatience to get inside her, or perhaps she was pleased at the unvocalized compliment my enthusiasm delivered. Either way, I could hear a hint of a smile in her tone, which was more than I’d ever gotten from her when I could see her.

“I don’t want to be patient,” I growled. “I want to fuck you.”

Her fingers slid into my hair once more, and she yanked on it—not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to force my head back so that I could look up into features I couldn’t make out in the darkness.

“I want you to be patient. Those girls have spoiled you.” I felt her weight shift as she leaned forward. Her warm breath rolled over my face moments before I felt her teeth rake across my chin, biting it just hard enough to make me wonder if she planned on doing any actual damage before letting her teeth close together. Her lips lingered, sucking on it a moment longer before she pulled away. “You want this. It’s going to be on my terms.”

I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but the way she growled her words against my chin while keeping a tense hold on my hair did a lot to affirm that I definitely had an attraction to strong women. My cock trobbed as if it was trying to dive inside the furnace that was her pussy. I swallowed and nodded—well ... I nodded as best I could.

She kept her body pressed to mine as she drove her lips back along my neck, kissing it as she trailed down the hollow of my throat. She dipped her tongue into it before running it across one of my clavicles ... all while keeping the pressure on my hair, forcing me to keep my throat exposed. The low-key display of dominance didn’t keep me from becoming a more active participant, though. I placed my hands on either side of her hips and slowly slid them up her toned ass as I closed my eyes and concentrated on what she was doing to me.

Her mouth continued to journey south once more, her lips pressing against the skin of my chest with pillowy softness. In contrast, my fingers kneaded her firm, boxer-clad ass as I pulled her harder against me while I rolled my crotch slowly into hers. Not only was I rewarded with the lovely sensation of feeling her incredibly damp pussy against my rock-hard shaft, but I could also hear her groan into my pectorals. The fingers entwined in my hair tightened, and I could feel her other hand slide off one of my arms to grip my shoulder in a tight grip as she pressed her crotch back into mine. It reminded me of how turned on Chloe was—she wasn’t just warm and damp. I could feel her actual juices secreting through the fabric of her boxers and coat my dick. She wanted it badly, and I wondered, once again, just how long it had been since she’d last been intimate with anyone.

Moments stretched into minutes of heated grinding against each other before she pulled her crotch away from mine as she slid lower down my body. Her tits brushed down my abdomen—forerunners of her soft lips leaving a burning trail of lingering kisses that the cold air emphasized on my bare chest. Teeth occasionally came into play, scraping across my skin as a reminder that she wasn’t all pleasant curves and soft lips. Her grip on my hair slipped free, and her fingers followed down my body, grazing lightly along my ribs. An involuntary groan escaped my lips and accompanied a shudder that had just as much to do with Chloe’s teasing as the cold. Chloe responded by reaching for the half-discarded blanket and pulling it over her until it was pressed to the top of my chest. I immediately felt the cold dissipate as our combined body heat began to dominate the space underneath.