6. Brock

CHAPTER 6

brOCK

T he nightmare is relentless, dragging me back to the hell I thought I'd left far behind.

I'm on patrol, my buddy Mike at my side, our boots kicking up dusty earth as we navigate the treacherous terrain.

Our senses are on high alert when suddenly the thunder of gunfire pierces the air. Instinct takes over, and I dive to the ground, seeking cover. Beside me, Mike takes the hit, his body crumpling, instantly lifeless.

"No!" I shake him, desperately trying to rouse him, but his eyes are half closed, already turning glassy and staring up at nothingness.

"Mike!" I scream, pounding on him. Blood oozes from his wounds. There's nothing I can do.

More gunfire erupts and I slide on my belly through gravel, tears blurring my vision as I leave him behind to find safety.

My breath comes in heaving, ragged gasps.

I left him behind.

I hear my name being called, a woman's voice cutting through the chaos.

I'm not alone.

"Brock, it's all right. I'm here." A soft voice, trembling, permeates the silence.

Emma's voice.

My eyes adjust, and I see her silhouette sitting on the bed next to me, feel her hand gently stroking my arm. "You were having a nightmare. I didn't know what to do..." Her words trail off, and I notice her hands are shaking. I reach out, pulling her down to the bed, holding her close.

"It's okay, sweet girl." I hear the catch in my voice. "I should have told you before. I have PTSD from…back then." I feel exposed telling her, but she needs to understand. Her warm body presses against mine, and I feel her breath on my neck, soothing and calming, even as her heart beats wildly against my chest.

"I'm sorry, Brock. I didn't realize..." Her words are cut short as her lips find my neck, and she kisses me gently, her mouth soft yet electrifying.

My body responds, yearning for her. "You should go," I say hoarsely. "I won't be able to hold back with you here in my bed. It's not that I don't want to, but…"

"I don't want to leave you, Brock. And I don't want you to hold back. I want you. Please. I want this ." Her hand moves lower, and she finds my achingly hard cock. It jumps under her touch, my body arching into her grip as her fingers skillfully stroke me.

That's it. I'm not going to resist her any longer. Not when I know how much she wants me, too.

"Fuck, Emma. You never have to beg with me." I pull her on top of me, our bodies aligned, and devour her mouth as my hands roam over her body, exploring, cupping and squeezing her sweet ass. She sits up and her tank top is swiftly discarded. I'm awestruck by her beautiful round breasts, and I fill my hands with the softness of them, her nipples pebbling under my touch.

She lowers herself back down and I lick and suck at the delicious peaks, her moans making my dick even harder.

After a few gentle grazes of my teeth over her sensitive nipples, she gasps, her body trembling. "Oh, that's…so good."

I hum as I swirl my tongue over her. "Your breasts are luscious. Now, let's get these panties off. I want to feast on that pussy, too."

"Oh!" she yelps as I tug on her panties, and then helps me pull them off quickly.

"Straddle my face, baby, and hold onto the headboard."

She laughs teasingly. "Like this?" she asks, positioning herself over my mouth. Her musky scent is intoxicating, and immediately I'm lost in it. In her. I slide my hands up her sexy thighs before diving into her pussy. I start by teasing at her entrance, savoring her juices. She gasps, her breathing erratic as her hips rock into my tongue, encouraging my exploration.

I growl as I plunge my tongue inside her warm, wet folds. She tastes of spice and lust, and I drink her in, filling my mouth with her essence. She's gyrating, moving her hips faster now as I swirl my tongue around her clit, teasing and tormenting, before sucking it into my mouth.

"Oh! Oh, Brock…"

"Is that it, baby? Is that the right spot?" I whisper against her, flicking my tongue over her sensitive nub.

"Yes…yes…"

I grip her thighs tight, holding her pussy where I want it, and press her down against my tongue and mouth, using them to give her clit even more pleasure.

"I'm… going to come. Brock, oh god, oh god !!"

Her thighs are shaking in my hands and she's moaning with every single movement. Then she explodes, her body convulsing, shattering over me, and I shake my head back and forth, making her scream louder.

"Brock! Oh!"

My god, my cock is going to burst just listening to her.

Before she's had a chance to fully recover, I pull her down to me and flip us over so I'm on top.

She laughs softly, her breath warm on my neck. "Wow. I'm speechless," she groans. Her hands move over my chest and our lips meet again, hungry and insistent.

"We're not anywhere near done, baby." I pull her even closer, my hands kneading her curves, her wet pussy sliding over my raging cock in a tantalizing rhythm. I need to be inside her more than anything in the world right now.

The moment I enter her is electric, her wet heat consuming me. I sink into her steadily, our bodies moving as one. It's overwhelming: I can't remember ever feeling this way before with anyone. I grab her hands, threading my fingers through hers above our heads.

She wraps her legs around my hips and I thrust into her deeply and deliberately, holding her gaze.

This woman is mine. That's all there is to it.

Forever.

Her desperate sounds have me driving into her faster, harder, and I drink in the sight of her face as she hovers on the edge of her climax. She's a goddess.

A sheen of sweat glistens on her skin as her head tips back. Her loud cries echo all around us. My release follows hers, and I pump everything I have into her pussy as it milks me dry.

And in that moment, I am free of my past, existing only in this euphoric present.

Collapsing onto the bed with Emma in my arms, I feel a peace I haven't known in years. Tonight, with this beautiful woman, I have found more than physical release; I have found sanctuary.