6. Brielle

Istir awake slightly, feeling the warmth of the morning sun streaming through the window before I even open my eyes. I also feel Elliot’s chest steadily rising and falling as he slumbers peacefully. He has one arm wrapped around my waist keeping me tucked into his side, while I’m snuggled up next to him, our naked bodies pressed together.

We ended up getting out of bed around noon yesterday, and Elliot took me on the tour we got distracted from earlier in the morning. It was amazing to see another side of him. Instead of the bitter, broken man who walked into my office just a few weeks ago, Elliot showed me things he was excited about, like his friend, Cassian’s, garden where he has fresh herbs, fruits, veggies, and spices.

We walked halfway around the construction site where the other guys were hard at work. I could tell Cassian wanted to be out there working with the heavy machinery and doing something with his time instead of resting and healing. I sensed when the darkness started to creep in, and I suggested we pack a picnic and he could show me his favorite spots near his cabin.

Elliot murmurs something in his sleep, pulling me from my thoughts. The hand I have resting on his chest slowly slides down his gorgeous, chiseled body. I still can’t believe he wants me, that he finds me beautiful.

My hand wanders down his torso, my fingers dipping into the cut lines of his abs, then lower, to his massive dick, already hard for me. That fact makes me smile like maybe he”s having some naughty dreams about me. I know I”ve had my fair share of steamy fantasies about him over these last few weeks.

A filthy thought sneaks into my mind. One that can’t be denied. I wrap my fingers around his hard shaft and start to stroke my hand up and down his many inches.

Elliot’s muscles tense and I hear a soft groan fall from his lips. I look up to find him still asleep. I shuffle down closer to his cock and get on my knees so I’m bent over him. I lick his shaft from top to bottom, loving the way his hips automatically thrust up to get closer to my mouth.

“Mmm… Brielle…” he mumbles in his sleep.

Encouraged by his groans, though spoken unconsciously, I open my mouth and suck just the head of his cock inside. I look up at Elliot right as his eyes snap open.

“Fuck, Brielle, Jesus Christ, baby.”

I pop off of his dick, wondering if I did something wrong.

“Don’t you dare stop now, sunshine. Need those lips around my cock.”

I smile and crawl in between his legs to give me better access. I stick out my tongue and lick him again, like a lollipop, flicking my tongue across the head again and again before dipping it inside the slit on top.

“Brielle! Fuck!”

I love giving him pleasure like this, seeing him almost out of control. I open my mouth wide and descend on his cock, taking him as far as I can. Massaging the vein running along the bottom of his shaft, I begin to suck and slowly pull back out. I bob my head up and down while Elliot grunts and fists my hair, guiding my movements.

“That’s it, honey. Just like that. Shit, Brielle, your mouth feels so goddamn good.”

I hum around his dick and he growls, thrusting up and shoving his cock further in my mouth till it hits the back of my throat. I gag a little, and he pets my head.

“Relax, love. Breathe through your nose and open up that little throat of yours.”

I do as he says and feel him going down my throat. I swallow on instinct and he growls again. When I get a good rhythm going, I reach down and take his balls in one hand, massaging them and sending a shiver through his entire body.

His hands tangle in my hair and he pulls me off of him, though I can tell he was debating on letting me finish him off. Apparently, we’re waiting for another time for that. I won’t complain.

“Come here, Brielle,” he growls, his breathing ragged from the strain it’s taking for him to hold back. “Need your lips on mine right the fuck now.”

I crawl up his body, kissing and licking every muscle I see along the way. Straddling him, I lean down and place my hands on either side of his head. Elliot wastes no time. He cups the back of my neck and pulls me down, crashing his lips on mine. He owns this kiss, licking and sucking and driving me wild with need.

When we finally come up for air, I rest my forehead on his, both of us panting.

“Jesus, what a way to wake up.” He looks at me with wonder and satisfaction. And then the lust takes over.

He nips my bottom lip, then thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, owning my body and soul. I begin rocking my hips, needing more. Needing everything. Elliot”s hands glide down my back, cupping my bare ass and pulling me closer, urging me to grind down on him with my soaking wet pussy.

He breaks the kiss only to attach his mouth to my neck, licking and nipping and kissing down to my shoulder.

“Are you still sore, baby?” he mumbles into my skin.

“No, I need you,” I’m all breathy but I don’t care. I can’t get enough.

“Need you too, Brielle.”

He lifts me up by my hips, hovering me over his already hard dick.

“Ride my fucking cock like a good girl.”

I moan at his words and sink down on his hard shaft.

Elliot hisses out a breath once I’m fully seated on him. I wiggle my hips, getting used to feeling him like this. Then, I lift up on my knees until he’s almost all the way out and impale myself on him.

“Brielle,” he groans, sounding almost in pain. “You feel so damn good.”

I continue bouncing up and down, grinding my hips each time, hitting my clit on his pubic bone. Elliot leans up slightly and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth while squeezing my other breast in his hand.

“Ah, yes, yes…” I moan. He switches, licking and kissing his way over to my other breast.

“Fucking love these tits, baby.” Elliot pushes them together and licks up my cleavage.

I get another wicked idea, unsure of where these dirty thoughts are coming from. I guess I just needed some inspiration from a grumpy ex-Army Ranger. A picture of Elliot sticking his dick in between my breasts while I squeeze them together for him fills my mind. It’s so taboo, but the image alone has a wave of wetness pouring out of me.

”What were you just thinking about? I feel you gushing all over me,” he grunts out in between thrusts. My cheeks burn as I feel a blush taking over my face. “Don’t be shy, Brielle. I want to know what turns you on.”

“I, um… I… was thinking about your dick,” I manage to get out.

“Yeah?” he grunts, meeting me thrust for thrust. “What about my dick?”

“Uh… about you sticking it between my breasts.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, sounding almost pained. “You want me to titty fuck you, baby? Want me to slide my huge cock between your gorgeous tits, right into your mouth?”

“God, yes,” I breathe out. More wetness pours out of my pussy at his dirty words. I love it. My eyes close and my hands find their way to my breasts as I knead them and pluck at my nipples. My nerves tingle, my muscles tense, my movements become jerky.

“That’s it, honey. Take what you need from me.”

I roll my hips two more times and then throw my head back, crying out as my orgasm slams into me. Elliot grabs my hips and continues a relentless pace as he fucks up into me, riding out my orgasm.

I’m still coming down when I feel us shift, Elliot flipping me on my back and pressing me into the bed. He’s still deep inside of me as he gathers my wrists in one of his large hands and pins them above my head.

“Gonna fuck you nice and hard, now, love. After you come on my cock again, I’m gonna stick my dick in those luscious tits.”

“Yes, please,” I pant out.

He growls and leans down to kiss me. It”s messy and passionate and perfect. Then, Elliot leans back on his heels and guides one of my legs over his shoulder, and then the other. He pulls out and slams into me, letting out a primal noise as he hits the end of me. Again and again, he bottoms out, tearing me apart in the most exquisite way.

I’m still so swollen and sensitive from my first orgasm that it doesn’t take much for him to wind me up again.

“Fucking love this pussy. Want to stay buried deep inside of you for the rest of my life. You want that too, Brielle?”

“Yes, yes… oh, god…” The coil snaps and I feel my pussy convulse around his cock again and again. Elliot reaches down and rubs my clit, causing me to jerk and spasm beneath him, one orgasm rolling into another.

“So beautiful, Brielle. Love watching you come. You’re gorgeous.”

Elliot pulls out of me and slips two fingers deep inside of my cunt, scooping out my release before rubbing it in between my breasts.

“Push your tits together, Brielle. Make them nice and tight for me.”

I do as he says, hot liquid pooling in my belly again at his words. God, I can’t imagine coming again, but I’m impossibly turned on right now. He straddles me and strokes his cock once, twice, and then shoves his length in between my breasts.

I open my mouth and suck the head of his cock each time he thrusts forward.

“Shit, Brielle, you like that? Like when I fuck your big tits?”

“Ahhh, yes,” I manage to moan.

“Me too. I’m so fucking close already. Squeeze your tits, Brielle. Pinch your nipples. Do it now, love.”

I do as he says, playing with my breasts as he glides in and out of me. My thighs start trembling and I don’t understand how I can be on the edge of an orgasm after coming so many times already. And yet…

“Oh! Oh God, Elliot…ohmygod…”

I squeeze my thighs together again and again, clenching my pussy to try and find some relief. When I pinch my nipples, an unexpected orgasm rolls through my body, causing me to arch my back and dig my fingers into my tits.

“Jesus, Brielle, are you coming right now?”

I cry out, unable to answer him in words.

He grunts and pulls out, still straddling me, and strokes his cock twice before shooting hot cum all over my chest. It’s dirty and primal and perfect. He marked me.

Every cell in my body throbs as I continue to shake from my powerful orgasm. Elliot flops down on the bed next to me with his eyes closed, panting and sweating.

We lay next to each other on our backs, both coming down from the intense high we just experienced.

Finally, Elliot breaks the silence.

“That was incredible. So hot. Jesus.” He turns his head to look at me. Reaching out, he traces along my jaw, down my neck, and over my shoulder. “So beautiful,” he murmurs more to himself than to me.

Elliot pulls me into his side and arranges us so my arm is flung over his chest and my head is resting on his muscled arm beneath me.

“I’m going to get you all messy,” I say, referring to the cum he sprayed all over me.

“Don’t care. Need to hold you.” He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Besides, that just means we need to shower, right?” I feel him smile against my skin.

“Mmhm. That sounds lovely. But I need to recover first. I don’t think I can stand.”

He chuckles and pulls me in closer, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me to his chest. A girl could get used to this.

Thirty minutes later, we’re both showered and in clean clothes, though we haven’t been able to stop touching. Right now, we’re curled up on the couch, Elliot stretched out on his back while I’m snuggled between him and the back of the couch.

“So…” I start, propping myself up on his chest. “Want to tell me about the one friend-not-friend you have up here?”

“No,” he deadpans.

”Fine, will you tell me about your friend-not-friend, pretty, pretty please? With whipped cream and cherries on top?” Elliot wiggles his eyebrows, the silly gesture so unlike him that I can”t help but laugh. ”Not that kind of cherry. Get your mind out of the gutter!”

He gives me a smile before his features turn serious. “My friend-not-friend is Wilder. He was the first one of us to get out of the Army Rangers after that last mission. This whole place was his idea.”

“And he invited you to live here with him?”

Elliot nods. ”Yeah. I think it was out of guilt, but I didn”t have any plans at the moment, so I agreed.” He pauses, and I encourage him to take a few deep breaths. ”That day… We were all there. Me, Cassian, Huxley, and Wilder. We thought we were going on a rescue mission to help get some refugees to safety, but we didn”t know it was a setup.”

He grits his teeth, the muscles in his body tensing as he remembers the event. I don’t say anything, I simply listen to whatever he’s willing to share.

“They used their own civilians as bait,” he spits out. The anger is still there, still deep-seeded, but it’s not taking over anymore. I see the moment he gains control, acknowledging the overwhelming emotion and then moving on.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. “I can’t even imagine.”

Elliot grunts, then wraps his arms around me as if having me close is helping him purge his soul. I’ll be here for whatever he needs.

”I saw the grenade roll across the floor of the basement in that building and tried getting everyone out of the way. There were some… who didn”t make it. And then more grenades were tossed and the whole mission was FUBAR in two seconds. I must have been going on pure adrenaline because I didn”t even realize my leg was half-blown to shit until Wilder tossed me over his shoulder and got me out.”

“That must have been so terrifying and disorienting,” I murmur, my heart breaking for him. For all of them.

”I don”t remember much after that. I woke up in several different hospitals across the world until I found myself back in the good ol” US of A. Wilder was with me for the first few surgeries, then I told him to leave. I didn”t want him to see me like that. I didn”t want anyone to see my weakness. My shame.”

“Elliot, no. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You were injured in the line of duty. You sacrificed your health and put your life on the line in service of others. That’s the greatest thing anyone can do, whether in the military or not.”

I worry for a moment that I overstepped, but one look in Elliot’s eyes and I see that he’s soaking up every word.

“I won’t pretend to relate to what you’re going through,” I continue, noticing the little spark in his eyes at the reminder of one of our first sessions together. “All I can say is that from what you’ve told me, Wilder doesn’t know what you need, and you don’t know how to ask for what you need. At the end of the day though, he wants what’s best for you.”

“I know. I just… I can’t stand the pity in his eyes. I don’t want him to only see me as the dying man out in the field or the pathetic excuse for a human I was while recovering from surgery.”

“So, tell him that,” I suggest.

Elliot blinks at me, then slowly smiles, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “You make everything seem so easy,” he says, nuzzling into the side of my neck. “You forget that not all of us have social skills like you do.”

“It’s not easy,” I correct him. “It might be the hardest conversation you ever have. But it’s simple. Talk. Tell Wilder what you told me, and then trust that your friend, who sat with you through surgery and invited you to live on this mountain with him will hear you out.”

“You’re right,” Elliot sighs.

“I know,” I tell him with a cheeky grin.

Elliot tickles my sides, making me collapse on his chest in a fit of giggles. He wraps his arms around me once more, holding me close. “You’re too good to me,” he whispers.

“We’re good to each other,” I reply.

Elliot hums in agreement. “I like the sound of that.”