7. All The Sweet I’ve Got
all the sweet i’ve got
Solomon
I allow myself to catch a few minutes of rest here and there as Scarlett sleeps. I'm never fully asleep—I'm too well trained, even years out of full-time operator status, for that to happen.
God, I forgot how fucking gorgeous she is when she comes. She gave herself over to me so willingly, and it was fucking beautiful. A peek at the woman within the operator. A look within the walls.
I want more. A lot fucking more.
My cock hasn't fully subsided, even hours later. Not with her on my lap like this. I focus on the sounds around us—the windows are closed to keep the biting bugs out, making it a bit stifling in here, but that's better than being eaten alive. Still, I can hear the night sounds, chirring and chirping, hooting and rustling. A shadow of something slinks across the road, pausing halfway across for a moment before scurrying off into the shadows.
Drowse.
Blink awake, assess: all is still quiet.
Scarlett slumbers on my lap, and I wouldn't disturb this moment for anything.
She rolls on the bench, putting her cheek on my thighs, millimeters from my painfully constricted dick.
I do my best to ignore it.
Drowse.
The night sounds halt all at once, and I come fully awake, clicking the safety off my pistol and checking mirrors. Nothing. But the sounds have gone silent.
It's the start of dawn, darkness fading into dim gray; a slender figure appears on the road—a male from an indigenous tribe. He looks right at me. I look at him. My heart pounds as he moves silently toward me. I keep my gun out of sight as he approaches the window. Looks in. He sees the rifles, the sleeping form of Scarlett, my pistol on my thigh, finger along the barrel. He's young, but his eyes are mature and hard. Assessing. Deciding. Without a word, he vanishes into the jungle again, and a few minutes later, the song of waking birds and beasts replaces the night sounds.
I let out my pent breath.
The last thing we need is the local indigenous population pissed off at us.
Another hour passes, marking about three since Scarlett fell asleep on my lap. She stirs, making a quiet grumbling sound. Her eyes pop open and lift to mine.
"How long was I out?"
"A bit more than three hours."
"Anything?"
"Indigenous hunter checked us out and went on his way. That's it."
Her head still on my lap, she just looks up at me. Her eyes, still a bit sleepy, are as unguarded as I've ever seen them. Bright, happy, and aroused.
She moves her hand from beneath her cheek to resting on my zipper.
"Scar, we don’t have to go there." I tuck a tendril of thick, glossy black hair behind her ear.
"Maybe I want to." She fiddles with the button of my jeans. "Maybe I've missed you."
I feel my cock responding, going from the state of semi-arousal I've been in for the last three hours to an excruciating hardening, blocked from unfurling by the zipper.
I ghost my fingertips over her cheekbone, tracing the shell of her ear, the delicate curve of her lips. "Do what you want, babe. I won't stop you. But do it for you. I want you to be comfortable with how things happen between us."
"I'm not comfortable with anything, Sol. All I know is you're here. You're alive. I have you back. I'm scared to fucking death of how different and intense my feelings are this time around, but I'm no pussy. As long as you can promise me you won't die on me or abandon me again, no matter fucking what, I'm game. I'm all in."
“Can't promise I won't die, but I will promise you I will fight as hard as I can to stay alive, and I can promise you I won't abandon you again, no matter what."
"I'm still scared as hell. I don't know how to do this—what this is, what I'm doing. What we are. I'm scared."
"Me too. But I've got you, Scar. No matter what, I've fuckin' got you."
She licks her lips. Turns her gaze from mine to my zipper. "This doesn't look comfortable." Her finger traces the line of the zipper, bulging with the strain of my cock.
"It's not," I growl.
"I might have a solution."
“Oh yeah?"
She smirks, still lying on my lap. Twists the button of my fly open, draws the zipper down. A breath of relief escapes as my cock pushes through the opening—I’m commando under the jeans. I close my eyes and let out a long sigh as Scarlett teases her fingernail down the curved outline of my cock.
"Get it out for me, Sol," she whispers. "Let me see that big, beautiful cock of yours."
I lift my butt off the bench and shove my jeans down past my ass.
"I've really, really missed this ,” she murmurs, clasping my aching cock in her hand.
I groan at the feel of her soft small strong fingers wrapping around my hot, hard flesh.
"When was the last time you came, Sol?" she asks, holding me near the top, rubbing he thumb over the very tip.
"Few days before they grabbed me."
"Was it Violet?"
I shake my head. "No. I jerked off."
"What were you thinking about?" She glides her hand down my shaft. "Tell me the truth."
"You," I answer.
Her eyes meet mine, surprised. "Me? For real?"
I nod. "Yeah, for real."
"Tell me."
I groan as she pumps my length slowly a few times. "I was thinking of that day in Santiago, a couple months before Caracas. We were waiting for the final orders to come down. Holed up in that hotel, remember?"
She smiles, caressing my length a few more times before pausing at the top again, twisting her fist around me and then rubbing the precum-weeping tip with her thumb. "I remember. We did a lot in that hotel. What specifically were you thinking about?"
"I went out to get coffee and breakfast. Second day we were there. You were asleep when I left. Came back, and you were just waking up. Naked from fucking the night before. The covers were off. So fuckin' beautiful, Scarlett—long legs rubbing together. Tight little tits begging for me to grab 'em. I could tell you wanted me from the way you looked at me."
"What'd I do, Sol?"
"I set the coffee and the bag with our breakfast on the side table and kissed you. I was gonna fuck you, but you had other ideas. You unzipped me and pulled my jeans down. Slipped off the bed and got on your knees."
She gazes at me with a sultry, aroused grin on her face. "What'd I do then?"
She pumps me again, watching her hand slide up and down my length. Pulls my shaft away from my torso and runs the fat flat of her tongue against my tip in a long, slow lick.
I groan, shuddering all over. "Fuck, Scar. Feels so fucking good."
"What did I do next, Sol?"
"Took me in your hot little mouth."
"Like this?" She fits her lips to my head and swirls her tongue around me, ripping a growl from me as a climax builds in my balls.
"Fuck," I growl. "Yeah, babe. Just like that."
She pulls away with a wet popping sound. "Was that all I did?"
"No."
"Then tell me, Sol. Tell me what I did.” She strokes my length a few times, eyes on mine. "Did I lick it like this?"
She runs her tongue up the underside from the base to the tip.
"Ahhh fuck, honey. No. You…fuck, fuck." I throw my head back as she takes my shaft sideways in her mouth, sliding her lips and tongue all over me. "You…you—"
"What, Sol?" she whispers. "I wanna know. Tell me what I did so I can do it again. Need you to refresh my memory."
"You took me deep, sweetheart. You fucked me with your mouth."
She grins at me, shifting upright. "Then I'm gonna need a better angle. Lay down for me, Sol."
I stretch out on the bench as far as I can, and Scarlett yanks my jeans down around my ankles as she kneels astride me on the bench. She hovers over me, hands on my chest and trailing down to my belly. Her lips follow, starting at my chest, kissing the muscle before flicking my nipples with her tongue. Kisses a line down my torso to my navel, hands resting on my hipbones. Shifts lower. Her hands drift to my thighs, and her mouth stutters against my cock, lips bumping the tip. She spends a few moments like that, hands rubbing up my thighs and over my belly while her mouth presses soft wet kisses to my cock, dotting them down the shaft to my balls and then back up. Climax boils in my balls, but I hold it back, not wanting this to end too soon.
And then, without build-up, she slides me into her mouth and down her throat, gasping and whimpering and then gulping noisily.
"Fuck, Scar, fuck—just like that. So fucking hot, watching you take my cock like that."
She backs away and I pop free of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting us. She grasps me in both hands and strokes my length, twisting her hands in opposing directions on the way down and then taking me in her mouth and sliding down on me once more.
"Fuck," I snarl, gathering her hair in my hands. "Nothing has ever felt the way you make me feel, babe. Nothing. No one. Ever.”
She strokes me faster, then, looking up at me. "Gonna come for me, Sol?"
"You want it?" I ask.
“Yeah," she whispers. "I do. I fucking want it."
"Where?" I ask. "You gonna swallow it all, honey?"
She hums as she fits my throbbing head in her mouth again, rolling fast shallow bobs until my hips give me away, flexing and bucking.
"You taste so fucking good, Sol," she whispers. "Love your cock. Fucking love it. Missed it so damn bad. Missed the way you feel. The way you taste. Missed having your big, perfect cock ramming down my throat."
"Show me, Scar. Let me see you take my cock down your throat."
“Watch,” she whispers, and takes me in her mouth, teases a few shallow strokes, and then goes down until I feel her throat rippling around me.
I grip her hair and hold her there until she pulls away with a gasp, panting.
"So fucking big," she mutters, caressing my length with both hands. "I can barely take it all."
I'm right at the edge, and I know she knows. Her eyes light up as I hiss and growl, hips pushing my pulsing, aching cock into her hands.
Something squeals outside, and a car door opens and thunks closed.
"Fuck," she mutters. Pops up to peek over the back of the bench. "Company." She winks at me, kissing the tip of my cock. "Got it. Stay here—don't move."
"Scar," I start, but she's already twisting to shove open the passenger door, palming her pistol.
I stare down my body, cock out and throbbing and glistening with her saliva as she exits the car. Her pants are still undone.
"Hey boys,” she says in Spanish. "Look."
She has her pistol hidden behind her thigh as she uses her other hand to lift her shirt, flashing whoever it is.
And then her pistol flashes up, free hand slapping into a Weaver stance—BANGBANG!—BANGBANG!—BANGBANG!
"Ha," she snorts, dropping the stance to stand normally, righting her shirt. "Dumbasses."
She turns to look at me, grinning. "Now. Where was I?"
She crawls onto the bench, leaving the door open. Sets the pistol on the floor near to hand and gathers my cock in her hands, tilting me toward her.
I'm harder than ever, and she knows it. "That turn you on, Sol?"
"Fuck yeah it did," I answer, and then groan as she bends over me and wraps those lips around me again.
"Told you your edge won't go anywhere," I say. "You can be sexy and badass at the same time."
She bobs on me a few times and then lets me slip out of her mouth, grinning at me as she strokes my length, slowly at first and then faster and faster. "You were right."
I'm seconds from the edge, but something keeps me from letting go.
It takes a second to identify what it is: I don't want the first time I’ve come since our reunion to be like this, in a car, down her throat. As hot as it is, I want more. I'm all about letting her suck me off—fuck, it feels incredible. Obviously. But I need her to know that this isn't just sex. It's not just physical.
I groan in agony as I pull her hands away and lever upright, ignoring her surprised resistance.
"Sol, what—" She starts.
I slash my mouth over hers, devouring her protest, capturing her tongue. I shift forward toward the open door, taking her with me.
"Sol, what are you doing?" she asks, instinctively wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
"Not coming down your throat right now, that's what," I growl. "Been more than three fucking years since I've had you, and our first time together won’t be like that, I can guarantee you that shit, babe."
"But I wanted to," she whispers, reaching down to plunge her fist onto my raging erection. "I wanted to taste you. I wanted it."
"You'll get it. This time, sweetheart, I need you .”
I spin and pin her against the side of the battered old SUV, ignoring the three bodies in the road not twenty yards away. I shove her shirt and bra up, baring her tight, firm little tits, palming one while supporting her with the other under her ass.
"Sol," she gasps as I bury my face in her breasts. "God."
I set her on her feet. Shove her pants down, then her black briefs. Lean into her, taking her mouth with another hungry kiss—I'm desperate, suddenly. Ravenous for her. I scour her mouth with my tongue, taste her, take her tongue. Touch her sweet hard little clit and get her gasping, dipping at the knees.
"Boots," she gasps, "can't… can’t get my pants off."
“Fuck," I growl. Her combat boots will take a goddamned eternity to get off and back on. "I fucking need you, Scarlett. Right the fuck now."
"Sol," she starts, gasping as I relentlessly work her clit until she's whimpering and dancing on my finger, dipping and thrusting into my touch. "Fuck. I need you inside me, Sol."
"You covered?" I ask, my voice rough.
"IUD," she says through ragged panting breaths. “New one a month ago. We're covered."
I yank her off-balance so she falls against me. "I'm gonna show you romance, Scarlett. Show you how I feel about you."
Her eyes go soft at this. "Sol…"
"But not right now." I twist her in place and bend her forward over the bench seat.
She twists her head to look back at me over her shoulder. "Yes, Sol. Fuck me. I want it. I need you. I fucking need you, Sol."
I grip my cock and let her watch me stroke it. "This? You want it?"
She whimpers, pushing her ass up in the air. "Need it, Sol. Need that big hard cock inside me. Right the fuck now."
I reach up between her soft strong thighs and find her slit, find it wet and weeping for me. Fit me against her. Slide in a few inches, receiving a shrill, breathless gasp of shocked arousal.
"Can you take me, sweetheart?" I demand.
Her mouth hangs open, working silently as she tenses around me. "Fuck, Sol. Forgot how huge you are."
"Keep talking, beautiful. Tell me how it feels."
"Too fucking big," she breathes. “I…I can't. Can't take it."
I pull back just a little. "Should I stop?"
Her eyes go wide again with panic. " No! No. No. I want it. Just…ohhhh fuck, oh god, so big. Just…give me a second."
"Touch yourself, Scar. Touch your pussy."
I feel her shift, reaching one hand down to her clit. Her fingers swirl, nudging and bumping against my cock, and I feel her pussy ripple and pulse around me as she touches herself. "Just like that, darlin'. Keep touching yourself."
"Oh god, Sol. Give me more. I need more."
I grip her hips and then squeeze the taut bubble of her ass as I push in a little more.
She whines in her throat as I fill her, inch by inch. "Jesus, Sol. You get bigger since the last time?"
"Dunno, did I?"
"Feels like it," she breathes.
"Does it hurt?"
She groans as I give her more, going very carefully, watching her like a hawk. "No," she murmurs. "Feels perfect. Hurts so fucking good, Sol. So fucking good."
"Come for me, Scarlett. I need to feel you come around my cock."
Her fingers are flying now, and her pussy is spasming and pulsing around me, squeezing me as wave after wave surges through her, and then she's coming, crying out, pushing back into me and shaking, trembling, screaming.
"SOL!" She screams, her voice cracking as she comes. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me, please please please, Sol, please fuck me."
Baby? She's never once used a term of endearment like that with me. Jokey nicknames like “hotshot,” sure. “Baby?” Never.
My heart cracks and swells, but I know better than to call it out right now.
Later.
For now, I focus on her. On our connection. Her body wrapped around mine, pulsing as she came, so tight around me that I can barely move.
I drive in, and she cries out as I bottom out inside her, my hips slapping gently against her ass.
"Oh…. fuck ,” she says in a guttural growl. "Yes, yes, yes , Sol. Fuck yes."
I pull back and then thrust in, hard . "Like that, honey?"
She cries out in a shrill, wordless wail as my aching, throbbing cock slides between the taut lips of her pussy. "Sol, fuck, fuck—yes, yes! Just like that. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
“Never," I answer, feeling her wet heat squeeze around me, feeling like heaven, like home.
"Come for me, Sol," she gasps. "Come inside me."
"Now?" I growl. "You gonna come with me?"
I feel the answer before she says it—I feel it in the mad pulsing of her pussy around me, in the way her flying fingers falter as they circle.
"Come, Sol! Come with me!" She screams. “Ohhhhh fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming—"
I grip a rough handful of her taut, tight, muscular ass, planting the other on the small of her back, and I unleash inside her with a guttural roar.
She screams in unison with me, and my head spins, vision blurring and doubling as an orgasm rips through me, making me shudder from head to toe and fuck into her as hard as I can, again and again, and her pussy rippling around me as she joins me in mutual climax only makes me come all the harder.
The sound of an engine breaks the moment; I glance dizzily toward it—a black pickup is barreling toward us, a man standing in the bed with an assault rifle aimed at us.
"Pistol," I growl.
She fumbles for it, finds it, and hands it back to me. Still buried fully inside Scarlett, I put four rounds into the engine and two more into the tires. One tire pops loudly, and the truck jerks as the driver overcorrects, and then the truck rolls. The bed gunner goes flying into the jungle, and the truck rolls to a stop, hissing white smoke from the engine.
"Fuck," I groan, smoothing my hand over her ass. “ Interrupted again. Assholes."
She pushes back into me. "Sol, god, you feel so fucking good."
I bend over her, kissing up her back. "Better than I remember, and I remember every single moment with you, sweetheart."
"Let me up, now," she mutters. "I gotta go finish them off."
We both groan as I pull out, and she straightens to her feet, whimpering as her legs wobble. I catch her, hold her as she finds her balance.
She leans into me, nuzzling her nose against my chest. "Fucked me till I can't stand up straight," she says, laughing. "I forgot how that feels."
I like this new Scarlett—before, she was never affectionate. Rough affection, sure; playful, sure. Play fighting. Wrestling that turned to sex. Even sparring turned to sex. But after, she'd always pull off me, and that was that. No cuddling. No leaning into me. No hand resting on my chest as she catches her breath like she is now.
"Sol?" she murmurs, voice quiet and hesitant.
"Yeah, honey?"
"I called you baby."
"I know."
"I don't know where it came from."
“Me either. But I fucking love it, Scar. You calling me baby…it felt…" I trail off with a sigh, looking for the right way to put it. "I don't fuckin' know. Couldn't breathe for a second. Felt so fuckin' amazing, hearing that from you."
She looks up at me. "Really?"
I nod. Slide my hands down her bare spine, cup her ass. We're both standing beside the SUV with our pants around our ankles, three men dead in the road, a smoking truck half in the jungle, the occupants moaning in pain. Yet all I can think of is how much I love her body.
"This?" I cradle her head against my chest. "This is fucking everything , Scarlett. Holding you like this? It’s…it's sweet. It's soft. It's fucking everything .”
"Scary as fuck, is what it is," she whispers.
"What are you scared of?"
“That you'll forget about Scar. That you'll only see me as this, that you'll lose sight of the fact that I’m your partner, not just your…your girlfriend, or lover, or whatever."
I cup her chin and turn her face up to mine. "The first interruption, honey. Who handled it?"
"Me," she whispers.
"I trusted you to handle it." I point at the bodies. "And you did. Three tangos dropped in as many seconds, all six rounds right to the fuckin' T-box, like the goddamn pro you are."
"Are we fucked up?" she asks, giggling—a sound I've never heard out of her before. "I mean, who else has a gunfight while fucking?"
I laugh. "Not much of a gunfight if they don't get a round off," I answer. "But maybe we are fucked up. I don't much care."
"Me either." She bends and tugs her pants up with a grimace. "Not a fan of being squishy, though."
“Sorry, not sorry."
She laughs with me. "Hard to feel like a badass when I've got your come leaking out of me." She takes the pistol from me and goes up on her toes to kiss me. "When we finally get a bed, though, you're getting the wet spot."
"Deal," I say, letting her go.
I tug my jeans up and fasten them as Scarlett stalks across the road toward the upturned truck, stuffing her tits back into her bra and yanking her shirt down. She crouches near the shattered passenger window, pistol held sideways close to her chest. BAM!…BAM!…BAM!. Rising from her crouch, she strides to the jungle, peeking at the gunner—she holsters her gun, and I assume he's dead already.
The other vehicle is a Range Rover at least thirty years newer than the Nissan Patrol we've been driving; the engine is still idling with a smooth, well-tuned hum.
"We’re trading up, Scar," I call. "I'll move our shit."
She's rummaging in the cab of the truck, pulling magazines, water bottles, a pack of smokes, a baggie of what's probably weed, and several handguns, as well as a long, heavy sniper rifle with a professional-grade scope.
She rises to her feet with the rifle. "Well now, here we fucking go," she murmurs. "Come to Mama."
I just laugh. "Happy, now? I know how you feel about a nice big gun."
She rolls her eyes at me. “Ha-ha. If you're fishing for another compliment on the size of your dick…" she slings the rifle from her shoulder and swaggers over to me, hips swaying, eyes sparking fire. "Then you're barking up the right tree." She smooshes herself against me, cupping me over my jeans. "You'd better get us to Bogotá on the fuckin' double, Solomon Cabot. Because I'm gonna need a whole hell of a lot more of your nice big gun."
"Have I unlocked a hitherto unexplored version of Scarlett Gutierrez?" I ask. “Because I like."
She kisses me and steps away. "You very well may have."
I scan our surroundings one more time. "We’d better get scarce."
“I’ll grab the rifles and shit from the front, you get the stuff from the back," she orders.
"Yes ma'am," I say, grinning. "You should order me around more. It's kinda hot."
She straightens out of the driver's door of the Nissan, giving me a long blank stare as I lift the tailgate. "Sol, do not tempt me right now. We have to get moving, and we do not have time for any more funny business."
I give her a nice, crisp, snappy salute. “Ma’am, yes ma'am."
She flips me the bird. "You can call me ma'am when I'm riding your face. Otherwise, stuff it, bub."
"Who’s tempting who, now?"
I transfer the gas cans to the back of the Range Rover and then the cooler and the water. A few minutes later, Scarlett is behind the wheel.
"Got the map?" I ask.
She hands it to me as she shoves the shifter into first, and we're off.
I feel her thinking, feel her considering her words.
"Why didn't you let me finish sucking you off?" she asks.
"As much as I love your mouth, I love being inside you a fuckuva lot more. I needed to connect with you." I wipe my face with a hand. "Honestly, I…I wanted our first time to be…not that.”
"What'd you want it to be?" she asks, looking at me.
"In a bed, in a room. Private. Quiet. All the time in the world. I wanted to make love to you. Nice and slow. For hours."
"I liked what we did back there, Sol."
“Me too."
She twists her fist on the steering wheel. "I think…I don't think I'm ready for soft and sweet yet, Sol. You gotta take what you can get from me, and right now, I'm giving you all the sweet I've got."
"Didn't say soft and sweet, I said nice and slow."
"I know what you said, but I also know what you meant." She looks at me. "Give me time, okay? I'm trying, but…I can only handle so much change at once. It's really, really fuckin’ scary being soft with you, Sol. It's hard and it's scary and part of me doesn’t like it. Another part of me does, though, so it’s…it's confusing, I guess."
I take her hand and tangle our fingers. "I hear you. And honestly, I didn't intend for things to turn sexual. I kinda meant to wait a while longer."
"Why?"
"Because with us, sex tends to take over. We have seriously combustible chemistry. And I want us to figure things out properly. I don't want to let sex take over and have all the shit we never really talked about fester."
She sighs. "Oh. I guess that makes sense. But I don't know that I can resist you, Sol. I was pushing you away because I was angry. I'm not angry anymore. I don't want to push you away. I want to figure this out with you."
"Then we'll just take it one step at a time, okay?"
She smiles at me. "Sounds good."
We lapse into a comfortable silence that lasts for a very long time, then, and the miles and the hours pass easily.
We’re not far from Bogotá now. And I have a feeling this is where things are going to start getting very, very interesting because I have no clue why these dissidents snatched me or what they wanted. Who sent them?
I have a shitload of questions, and at some point, I'm going to get answers, one way or another.