Life as a New Hire Ch. 41

After that, I slid down until I was on my belly. Using my shoulders and neck, I began licking her labia from the hood to the anus. That got her going and before long, I was drinking from her nectar and loosening up her butthole with some quality rimming. Brooke had prepped for me carefully and cleanly and this made me attack her nether regions with renewed gusto. Butt sex was in the offing.

Not yet though. I got her all nice and gushing, but I wanted to try something more. I kept my tongue action going on while I coiled my body behind her. With a quick, graceful repositioning, I rose up on my knees, her thighs resting on my shoulders while I made furious suction actions onto her clit.

"Yeeeppp ... Yeah!" Brooke exhaled. "This is ... aha ... new."

True to my predations, while I worried and nibbled her vaginal accoutrements, Brooke took one hand (the other she was using to pull her hair aside) and began stroking my cock. Her tongue touched my spongy head several times before she stopped the outright teasing and placed her lips upon my glans. She didn't suck it in. On no. She sucked on my angry red helmet, running her lips right to the edge then back again, as if I was a Popsicle.

I was leaning back on my haunches because of the awkward hold on hips with the weight I had to support. Not that Brooke was at all heavy.

"Crawl forward," I mumbled from between her legs. It took her a few seconds to figure out I wanted to return us to our starting position. She made a great display of slithering forward. My tongue stayed in her vagina until both her knees hit the comforter.

At that stage she was ready to go. I positioned my penis between her upper thighs, thrust forward and played along her clit and landing strip of pubic hair. I rubbed her juices all around. My second thrust was steady and true, driving straight into her molten vaginal folds until my hairs ground against her ass and my forcefulness lifted her knees temporarily off the sheets.

With my third lunge into her, Brooke reached back and stopped my rocking motion. I stilled which allowed her to reach over to the side table, open the drawer and pull out a designer bottle of lubricant.

"I know this is what you like," she panted in anticipation. I knew this was what we both wanted by the way she ran her fingers along my palm before making the hand-off.

This was one of those bottles with the glass stopper, so it make a slight grinding sound as I opened it. Brooke want down onto all fours, her palms resting on the comforter. Her head was down and her waist-long black hair masked her features, but not her sounds of pleasure.

"Arch your back Brooke," I said as I inhaled her intoxicating aroma. She did so willingly. I let the oil pour down in a thin stream and rubbed it in with my thumb.

I had to carefully aim my phallus against her sphincter because Brooke hadn't been lying about her lack of sexual attention. She was tight and her anus hadn't been plundered by anyone in my long (for me) absence. Hell, this long and I was normally back to 'make-up' sex. I certainly wasn't going to be ramming my rod home with any great passion for a few minutes.

I didn't want to cause her (too much) pain nor have her anal muscles constrict the skin off my love missile.

"Ooohhh ..." she moaned. "I love it when you are gentle, Cáel. It reminds me how much you care for how I feel." She punctuated that statement by rolling her hips, driving in my entire cockhead into her rectum. Her body tensed up then bucked. I popped out of her.

"Put it back in," she gasped. There was so much to love about Brooke and her enthusiasm. Once I had my penis tip back in, I rested my left hand on the small of her back to keep her back arched while I reached around with my right and began twisting and palming her right breast through her shirt and bra. As I was slowly twisting and thrusting, Brooke's arms gave out and she went face first into her pillow. Her breast pressed my hand down on the comforter and her repositioning drove a full inch of my cock suddenly into her.

Brooke gave out a strangled sob followed by a whimpering sound. My left hand took my weight. My right came around and pulled her hair away from her face so she could breathe easier and I could judge her pain through her facial expressions.

"Oh God," she spat a strand of hair out of her mouth, "It feels like you are going to split me in half."

"Too late to back out now," I teased her.

"I can ... hssssss ... take anything you can give me ... Cáel Nyilas," she taunted me through clenched teeth. I gave her another inch for her impertinence. She tried to crawl forward before she surprised me by thrusting up and back.

"God damn!" she howled. "You're huge!"

I imagined that my cock would feel like a fucking Sequoyah shoved up my ass if I pulled off a stunt like that too. Brooke was game for more. I had enough in that now I could start fucking her without fear of popping out. Her hands bunched up the comforter around her head as she hung on for dear life. This felt so good that squeezing my last bit in felt rather inconsequential after all the physical and erotic ground we had covered up until then.

Brooke's stomach clenched up as her orgasm jumped her and me. Every muscle in her body spasmed, including her rectal ones. I was shooting off into her bowels inside a second. My heat only made her climax come that much harder. I kept humping away like a chimp on crack while Brooke began to squeal out between baited breathe.

"Damn, that was intense," I remarked as I fell to her side. Brooke was still face down/ass up with her eyes squeezed shut, still riding through her own aftershocks of her sensual seismic waves.

"Oh ... oh ... oh ..." she panted hoarsely. "I want to ... (pant) ... do that again ... real soon."

I spanked her ass loudly and prepared on shaky legs to remount her.

"Noooo," she moaned. "Give my ass a minute's rest. Can't we do something else for a while?"

"How about I get cleaned up and get you a hot wash cloth?" I suggested as my nostrils flared.

"I'll just lie here and feel sated," she murmured. Her knees slid down until her stomach was down on the bed. I gave her abused backside another tender spank then slid off the bed. I quick-stepped it out of the room ... and nearly tripped over Casper who had been out in the hall watching us.

"I," she stammered. I shut the door then crossed the hallway from her.

"No problems, Casper. I was hoping that we wouldn't wake you up," I coaxed her down the hallway to her door, and away from Brooke's room. I noticed her eyes constantly flicking down to my crotch. "Hang on," I held up my hand. When she nodded, I quietly sprinted down to the living room, grabbed up a throw pillow then sprinted back. Now I could be covered up.

"Why didn't you get a towel out of the bathroom?" Casper whispered.

"I'm an idiot," I shrugged. She sniffled then giggled.

"You make Brooke very happy, but ..."

"But?"

"But you are engaged to Hana Sulkanen."

"I'm a Love Monkey," I shrugged. "I find it difficult to be with just one woman. It is never that a woman isn't enough for me. It is that there is something wrong with me that is never truly satisfied so I keep roaming."

"Don't you ... worry about the women you are with?"

"I'm not a wonderful human being, Casper. That is all I can think to say."

"You aren't like Brennan ... not like that ... hold on." Casper retreated to her room then came back with a folded up piece of news print. By the size it was one of those articles you found on page 17. "Here," she handed it over. "It was delivered here in an envelope with my name on it."

I looked it over. A 'Jane Doe' had been found in Charleston harbor, SC, dead from an overdose.

"Three days before I got that, I got a call from Anima," she told me. "She told me," Casper gulped. "She told me that she was very sorry about all that had happened. She was sorry. That was it."

"Oh."

"Anima is dead now, isn't she?"

"Yeah, I think so," I noted sadly. "Does that change anything with you?"

"I don't know. I mean, Brooke told me that you would make sure none of those people would ever be around to bother me again, but ... was this you?"

"No and yes. I told someone with the power to make a difference what happened to you and who was responsible. After that, I never heard about the matter again. Anima did stop by once, crazy with fear but unrepentant. I honestly feel that how she ended up feeling wouldn't have made a difference on whether she lived, or died. I don't know what to make of her call."

"She ... it doesn't help. I still have to take a sleeping pill to keep the nightmares away. I haven't told my therapist about the death, or how everyone else is either dead or disappeared. I don't know what to think. I was hoping you would."

"I'm not normally the person people go for answers. I'll make up an answer, if that's what you want."

She reached up and touched my forearm.

"I prefer honesty," she smiled. "I guess I was hoping for you to be more ... perfect than you are. That was unfair of me."

"You wouldn't be the first person to mistake me for a decent human being," I joked. "Usually that misconception only lasts a week or so. I promise you... I'll be living down to your expectations in no time."

"Brooke thinks highly of you ... and so do I. We've known you more than a couple of weeks," Casper feebly jibed.

"I've been behaving myself," I teased her.'

"Brooke sounded ..." she trailed off. I waited. "You two sound like you enjoyed one another."

"That's how it is supposed to be. You'll feel that one day too. You'll meet someone who thinks of your pleasure first. And, if he doesn't, you will have to train him to do it right."

"You make it sound so easy," Casper sighed.

"Do you really think I'm that unique?"

"A prince, avenger, soldier-of-fortune, titan of the bedroom?" she lightened up. We'd crossed a barrier. I was 'joke-able'.

"We have union meetings every third Wednesday," I grinned. "We kick back, drink a few beers and figure out what hot spots and hotties we need to concentrate on for the next month."

"I ... thank you, Cáel," she smiled.

"For what?"

"For not disappointing me. You are a nicer guy than you give yourself credit for."

"Thank you, Casper," I reached over and hugged her. She didn't flinch. "For treating me like I can make a difference."

"I need to go to bed now," she yawned. I hugged her again then stepped back. She walked to her door and began to shut it. I swore I heard her whisper 'you do', but I wasn't sure. I had to hurry to the bathroom, heat up a wash cloth while cleaning up, before finally getting back to Brooke. I found her reclining on the bed, totally naked.

"Sorry I took so long," I told her.

"I know. It is okay. I heard most of it," she glowed happily. "Casper needs someone - someone who isn't me. I'm not the most patient friend in the world. I sort of feel responsible for her and she needs someone to talk to about normal stuff ... but I miss going to clubs and hanging out with friends who talk back." I sat on the bed and began to run the warm cloth up her thighs.

"What was it like ... that fight in Romania?" she asked as we switched off with the washcloth. She tenderly worked over her abused anal region.

"The battle? A skirmish really ..."

"Yes," she paused. "Between that and being kidnapped, you've had a mentally draining time since we last spent some time together. You act like you haven't changed much, but ..."

"It's okay. I know it sounds cliché, but it is hard to explain those things unless you've lived thru them."

"If you don't want to talk about it," Brooke gave me an out. I could tell this was a part of my life she wanted to be a part of; my manliness on display.

"I'm okay. I can't really say I was scared for myself either time. During the kidnapping I was concerned for Aya. All of the normal human stuff came later, after the crisis was over. During the kidnapping ... there isn't much to talk about. As for the fight ... at the time I had a plan and was waiting for the opportunity to implement it. Bullets were flying. Men around me were getting wounded. I can't recall seeing any of the men on my side getting killed."

"Did you get shot?" she stroked my abdomen.

"Bruised, though my flak jacket had to do its job once or twice," I sighed. I could almost hear the sounds of the bullets whizzing around me once more. Wounded men hadn't screamed out when they were hit. They'd grunted. The cries would come later when the enormity of their pain sunk in.

"I made sure the main bad guy ~ the Boss ~ didn't get away. I think I wounded one guy. That was it; my contribution to the battle."

"It was your plan that won the fight though, right?"

"Yes. I did what leaders are supposed to do ... but that didn't mean I could save all my guys and gals."

"You are very courageous," Brooke cuddled in. "You don't back down often, but you are not an ass about it. You are the least 'macho-asshole' macho-man I've ever met ... and I'd like to see more of you," she purred.

"I'm already naked," I played naïve. Brooke pushed me down and straddled my lap.

"I guess I'll just have to appreciate the naked you some more then," she chortled. Brooke took charge long enough for me enter her then we combined our efforts, her moving with her thighs and me with my hands on her hips, to engage in some serious love-making.