Chapter 7 Gunner
SEVEN
GUNNER
My eyes flew open, and I blinked as I stared up at the ceiling. I knew I had been sleeping, but I was just beginning to recognize that I hadn’t had my nightmares at all. When I tried to move, I realized that Brooklyn was on one of my outstretched arms.
We were on my bed, her bare body covered by a white satin sheet, as she lay curled up on my arm. Our bodies were molded together, and I watched her sleeping peacefully. She slept with a faint smile on her face, and I had to do everything I could to not reach out and kiss her.
It had been a long night, and the sun was just beginning to rise. As the light streamed into the room, I stared at Brooklyn some more, watching her as she dreamt of something that was making her smile. Could she be thinking about me?
Her breasts rose and fell with every intake of breath, and slowly, I lifted the sheet to look at her body. Brooklyn was curvaceous, beautiful and the kind of woman who constantly left me wanting more. Her eyelids fluttered, but she didn’t wake up.
How long had it been that I’d slept a full night without waking up in cold sweats? When was the last time I’d been able to sleep without seeing Jenson’s smiling face seconds before the land mine exploded? What was Brooklyn doing to me?
I touched her bare shoulder, feeling the milky smoothness of her pale skin. There was a light dusting of freckles on her collarbones, and I tried to count them, anything to make myself not wake her up.
“Fuck this,” I said, annoyed, when I admitted that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her for long. I moved, hovering over her, and I pushed her on her back and yanked the bed sheet away from her.
She moaned lightly and her eyelids fluttered as I drank in the sight of her voluptuous naked body.
I bent down and kissed the top of her breasts, and she moaned again as I started sliding down.
Keeping my hands firmly anchored on either side of her, I glided my tongue down the length of her body till I found the sweet musky spot between her legs.
Brooklyn was awake and staring at me with her lips parted.
I knew she was about to say something, but I reached out and placed a finger on her lips to shush her.
What I wasn’t expecting her to do was part her lips so that my finger unconsciously slipped into her mouth.
She was sucking on my forefinger, and I could feel the juicy, fleshy texture of her tongue.
I imagined how that tongue—how that mouth—might feel around my cock.
My cock sprang up into position, like a soldier reporting for duty.
I slipped my finger out of her mouth and took my time with her body, dipping down to her breasts, teasing her. She offered her neck to me, stretching it out, and I kissed that soft skin of hers. There were goosebumps on her flesh now, and I knew she was ready for me.
My fingers found her inner thighs, parting the folds smoothly.
With my other hand, I ran my finger down the length of the slit, rubbing her clit and then down till I was just about to feel her ass.
She was wet, sticky and dripping. I hadn’t expected her to be ready so soon, but I could see the invitation in her eyes.
She wanted me inside her, and I was all too happy to oblige.
I breathed in her beautiful scent, knowing that this smell of hers would linger in my apartment long after she left it.
My fingers kept rubbing, feeling the throbbing clit calling out to me.
She moaned and moved her hips. I knew she wanted it, but I didn’t want to give it to her yet.
What was the point of having her in my apartment if I couldn't take my time with her?
Lengthen the experience for as long as possible.
I pulled myself up and found her lips again.
Her mouth was still parted—ready for me when I found her—and my tongue dove into her.
She tasted sweet and sour, of the morning, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
Everything about Brooklyn was new and unlike anything I’d experienced before.
Banging the same kind of woman had become a routine for me, and here she was, offering me her uniqueness where I couldn’t control myself.
When I pulled away from her, my mouth directly sought out her earlobe, which I sucked and pulled on, and I could feel her digging her nails into my back. She was scratching me as I teased her, and that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be able to see the scars she left behind.
My chest was rubbing against her breasts, and I could feel her pebbled nipples, predicting how sensitive they would have become by now.
I took them into my hands again and kneaded her breasts, like I was a potter and she was my clay.
If she was in pain at all, she wasn’t showing it.
Her face was stretched in a rhapsodies smile.
She was feeling exactly the way I was feeling, too.
Placing my hands on her waist, I pulled her up and our lips met in a burning sizzle. My hands tangled themselves in her hair, and I grabbed the back of her head in a tight bunch and pulled her away from me.
My hands were stroking her clit now as I arched her neck back. She had her lips parted, her breathing rushed as I looked at her face. She had just woken up, but she wanted me already. Her breasts hung in front of me, large and juicy, and I rubbed her clit roughly to watch her wince and moan.
I went even lower till one of her pale pink nipples was in my mouth, and I lapped at the tip with my tongue. I could feel her quivering against me, and she started to move her hips, mirroring the motion of my mouth on her nipples.
“Gunner…” I heard her say my name, and I tightened my grip on her silky brown curls.
With my mouth still on one nipple, my fingers found her other one…
I didn’t want it to feel lonely by itself.
I didn’t just caress this one; I teased it with my fingers, pinching it gently so that she winced and then smiled.
I bit down on the other and pinched the nipple even harder.
Brooklyn moaned again, enjoying the pain and pleasure I was giving her.
I pushed her gently so that she landed back on the mattress. I had never been interested in the missionary position before, but with Brooklyn it was different. I wanted to watch her as she took me in. I wanted to see the look in her eyes as my thick cock slid into her.
“Please…” Brooklyn whispered, and I knew what she was trying to say. She wanted me to be inside her. I wanted the same thing. I wanted her tight wet body to be around my throbbing cock.
Brooklyn made a grab for the pillows behind her just in time as I slid myself in.
She was smooth and tight as I rode her. Her body fit me perfectly as I eased myself into her.
I wanted to take it slow at first, to explore her even more, and I made my way deeper and deeper into her.
She felt small around my cock, so I pulled up her legs, crossing them at her ankles behind me.
I wanted her to feel every friction, every move as I rocked into her.
She moved her hips, arching her back to rise herself up. She wanted me to know just how much she was enjoying this. It wasn’t going to be long before I unleashed myself into her. I plowed and thrust, and then I felt the wetness of her splash down.
“Good girl,” I said encouragingly to her, and she cried out my name again.
I rocked into her faster, deeper, and I could feel the mattress shaking under us. I could feel the ball of fire rolling around inside me, and I made her tangle her legs around my waist. I needed to hold on to something, and I found her waist and gripped it tightly.
Brooklyn seemed motionless as I took over her body. She arched her back and tried to move her hips, but I was holding her in position. She was coming. I could feel her body shivering, the look in her eyes as she came for me, and I wanted to feel the release as well.
It hit me, and I let my wild need for Brooklyn take over. I didn’t slow down, and my hips jerked as I pumped into her furiously, emptying myself, draining my burning heat into her. When I was done, I rolled over on top of her, and we were both smiling at each other.
“Good morning,” she said in a pleased happy voice, and I kissed the tip of her nose.
“A very good morning to you, too,” I said, and she licked her lips. I could feel the mingling of our sweat together. The sheets were lying tangled up around us, but I didn’t want to get up or start the day. I wanted to lie in bed all day, have her in my arms and watch her naked body as she slept.
“I have to go home and get ready for work,” Brooklyn said, and I released my grip on her. She threw a look back at me, to smile as she stood up, hauling the bed sheets with her. She was clutching them tightly to her breasts, suddenly shy, despite the things we had done just minutes ago.
Her ass was bare, and I watched it as she walked around my room, picking clothes off the floor.
“Brooklyn,” I said her name, and she turned to look at me. “Let’s go out on a proper date tonight.”
Her green eyes widened; she had a look on her face that said that she was trying to make a quick decision.
“A proper date?” she asked.
“A real one,” I smiled.
“Like maybe we can get to know each other a little?” she asked and placed her hands on her hips. The bed sheets fell away from her body, and I saw her in all her naked glory again. In that moment, I would have agreed to anything.
“Yes,” I said, and she smiled, which spread straight to her eyes.
Brooklyn hadn’t been gone for fifteen minutes before my phone started beeping. I had been lying on my mattress, feeling refreshed after the night’s sleep I had. It was when I looked at my phone that I realized I had been smiling this whole time.
It was Glock again; a message for me to meet up with the guys. I pressed my eyes closed. It was work. It would keep me busy. I was following in my family’s footsteps…but I wanted to spend a couple of minutes more thinking about Brooklyn.
I breathed in the scent she had left behind and smiled again at the thought of her. What was her day going to be like?
I wondered what she would have thought of me if she knew who I was, who my family was and the things I had done …the smile from my face vanished.
I shouldn’t have started this thing with Brooklyn in the first place.