Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DUNCAN
Well, that went well. She shot me down. I need another drink.
As I'm sitting at the bar, I hear a commotion from the hall.
Maya has just walked out of the stairwell, and I hear someone crying and carrying on.
I'm about to go check on her when I notice how calm and regal she looks.
She's fucking beautiful. And as I confessed earlier, she's in my blood.
My blood runs hot and my cock throbs. I want her again.
I then see the best man being helped by one of the waitstaff out of the stairwell.
It's the girl Maya got jealous over earlier.
Oh yes, I noticed that. I was so turned on by her jealousy.
The best man is groaning and tears are streaming down his face.
"I'll make that bitch pay. When Jonathon finds out what she did, he'll make sure she's taken care of," he yells. What a fucktard. Maya completely ignores him. I want to go silence him but know that will only make the situation worse.
Part of me wants to chase her, but she already turned me down once. I ignore the server as she eyes me again. Only one woman is going to be in my bed, if I can help it. I’m done for the night and head to my room to try to get some sleep.
I come awake with a start, my heart beating so fast I think I'm going to have a heart attack.
My stomach starts to roll and I jump up from the bed, barely making it to the loo.
I retch until I'm dry heaving. I can smell the coppery blood and remnants from the gun battle in the air, along with the smell of burned flesh from the bomb going off near us.
I rub my hand across my sternum where I can still imagine some of the bruises from all the bullets hitting my vest. Every time one would strike me, I'd fall back until Ian pulled me back.
I can still feel Christopher's limp body in my arms as I dragged him along with me.
I stand on shaky legs, gripping the tile of the counter until I feel my legs working again. I brush my teeth and splash water over my face. I want these dreams to end. I want my life back. But how can I go on when he died?
As usual, it isn't even five. I decide to use the hotel's gym—I've heard it’s state of the art.
Before my normal nightmares started, I dreamed of Maya in my arms again.
Taking from her body, her hot pussy rippling around my cock.
Just thinking of the dream has me hard again.
Maybe I can run off this damn erection and bloody sexual frustration.
All I want to do is bury myself in her again.
I enter the facility to hear classic rock playing as a woman runs on a treadmill at a fast pace.
Her hair is pony-tailed up high, but the length still has it landing about mid-back.
I know her without her turning around. Maya.
Her tiny, black shorts are tight and show off incredible muscular legs and thighs, not to mention a firm arse.
She's wearing a close-fitting, yellow runner's bra. There’s a large Star of David tattoo on her lower back with writing around it.
How did I miss that the other night? Bloody hell, my erection is in the danger zone.
I could nail boards, I'm so hard watching her muscles flex as she runs.
This woman is so gorgeous. Her back and arms pump with her legs.
Her muscles flex and I want to watch myself pump into that tight, little body.
"Bugger me!" I groan.
Maya all of a sudden jumps onto the sides of the treadmill and turns. Woops! Guess I said that out loud. She slows her treadmill and jumps back on and starts to jog. She reaches for the phone playing the music and turns it down.
"How long have you been here?" From the sweat sheen, I'd assume a while.
"A bit," she states.
"Don't you sleep?"
"I work nights, so I can't sleep right now."
"Baby, it's almost midnight in DC. You're all turned around."
"Ya, well, it's how I'm wired." She looks a little guilty, and I wonder what that's about.
"Mind if I run next to you?" Not sure I'll be able to run with this hard-on.
"No, I don't mind. I won't be much longer, I need to head up for a shower, anyway." I groan at the thought of her all soapy and wet. "Did you say something?" Maya turns her head to me.
"No." I start running full out, hurting my already hard cock more. I need to distract myself from all her skin and sweatiness.
Bugger off, I want to work out another way right now. She slows her treadmill even more, steps off, and stops it. She grabs her phone and shuts it off before putting it into a pocket at the waist of her shorts.
I watch her in the mirrors surrounding the gym as she turns and stretches.
Maya bends and rests her hands on the floor, her arse in the air.
Fuck this, I jam the emergency stop, jump off the treadmill, and am on her in a second.
She gasps as my erection hits her pussy in this position, and she rises up and leans back into me.
"Duncan, I'm sweaty. I've been running for hours."
"I don't care! Come on, baby, we can take care of both of us.
" I rub my cock against her arse again. She groans and turns to me.
That's it. My mouth is on her, claiming her.
I wrap her ponytail around my wrist and march her back to the exit, my tongue in her mouth the whole way.
I drop the ponytail and my hands roam over her body to her arse.
Her skin is smooth and slick from sweat.
I can't take it anymore and pick her up, feeling her right where I want her as she wraps her legs around me. Bugger me!
I don't know how we make it into the elevator or back to her room. All I know is I can't stop kissing her and I want to imprint myself on her. I'm sure anyone that saw us got a good show. I stop kissing her as we reach her door. She pulls her key out of her bra and my eyes fall on her breasts.
"Open the door now, baby, I need those in my mouth." My voice is husky with the need for her.
She opens it and I carry her in, kicking the door closed behind us.
I enter the bathroom and kick this door closed too as I kiss her lips again.
Sitting her on the counter, she pulls back, unzips, and unlatches her double-layered bra, letting it fall from her shoulders.
My mouth closes on her breast and her head falls back.
I suck her nipple into my mouth and press the distended little bud against the roof of my mouth as I caress and play with the other one.
"Mmm, Duncan, please. I need you."
I continue to suck on her nipple, pulling it hard into my mouth. Her breasts are perfect and the sweat on her is turning me on even more. I pull away with a pop and turn on the light. I turn to the shower and turn it on to warm.
"Stay there. Don't you dare move, baby." My voice sounds harsh, I want her so much. "Why two bras?"
"Because one isn't enough with these girls," she says as she lifts a full breast in her hand.
I laugh and grab her again, loving on her breasts as she writhes around on the counter.
I pull her legs apart and step in between, pulling her to me.
She starts grinding against my erection.
I'm about to embarrass myself by coming in my shorts.
"Baby, if you keep that up, we're not going to make it into the shower."
"Duncan, honey, I need you now. I wanted you last night. I should've never told you no." Honey. Maya called me honey. I want to hear her say that to me again. My chest swells with the endearment.
"You’ll get me soon enough. Let's get in the shower.
" I step away to pull my shirt over my head and drop my shorts.
She starts to stand to pull off her shorts, but I grab her and lift her up.
Holding her with one arm around her waist, I pull her shorts and thong off with my free hand.
Her phone hits the floor; unfazed, Maya wraps herself around me again.
I latch onto a nipple, pulling it into my mouth and sucking hard.
As I pull off, I gently bite the tender bud.
"Oh God, Duncan, please." I switch to her other breast and treat it the same. I'm standing in the middle of the bathroom with her wrapped around me and my mouth on her. What better morning is there?
Then it hits me, I don't have a condom. "Bugger me!" I set her down.
"What? Please don't stop. I want you so bad." She starts trying to climb up me again.
"My condoms are across the hall in my room. Sorry, baby. Unless you've some?"
"Duncan, I haven’t been with anyone for a while and I'm clean," she begs.
"Baby, it's been a while for me too, and I just had a bunch of tests, including those, for my job. I'm clean too."
"Then fuck it, take me now!"
"Maya, are you sure?" The thought of her tight sheath without any barrier wrapped around my cock has me struggling to breathe.
"I'm on the pill."
"Oh Bugger, I can't wait to feel you bare." I lift her up where she again wraps around me. She's like a spider monkey crawling higher up me. I plant her back against the shower wall and push up against her.
"Baby, I need to make sure you're ready for me, you're so small and tight." Reaching between us, I finger her clit until she moans loudly.
"Please, Duncan, I need you now."
I insert a finger into her. She's so tight, I feel my balls start to pull up. She can make me come without even being inside her. I pull my finger out and suck off her juices and groan.
"Sweetest damn pussy." I lift her higher, anchoring her against the wall, and slowly enter her. Her head rolls back and her eyes close.
"Maya, open your eyes. Look at me. I want you to see who owns you right now."
"Oh God, Duncan." Her eyes snap open. The green of her irises is so bright. I reach up and gently pull her hair out of the band as she slides further onto my cock.
I feel the burning in the base of my spine. I need to make her come before I do.
"Baby, I love your hair." I can't take any more of this torture and fully pull her down onto me. We both groan in pleasure. "Hold on. I need you to come; I need to feel you squeezing my cock."
She wraps her arms around me as I start to lift her off me and plant myself back in her deep.
I begin to pump her up and down on me. Her thighs hold on tight, but I feel her lifting her hips as I pull out each time.
She leans back into the wall, hitting it a bit as we go.
Her vaginal walls start to tighten around my cock.
God, she feels so silky smooth and smashing wrapped around me.
Her bare pussy lips rub against my groin when I push her down on me.
I'm about to blow my spunk into her and she still hasn't come yet.
I lean forward and take a nipple into my mouth and she instantly tightens around me.
She throws her head back, keeping her eyes on me as she starts coming.
"Duncan, Duncan. Oh God, yes!" she cries out and digs her nails into my shoulders. I pump into her harder and her head hits the wall.
"Ahhh, Maya!" I come on a loud growl. My arms lock around her.
I've never gone bareback before and I've never come so hard before.
I'll never use a condom with her again. We both hold on to each other tightly.
Our breathing begins to normalize. I feel our combined juices leaking from her and it starts to turn me on again.
"Baby, we need to wash up."
"Okay." She sounds sleepy. I release her legs from my hips and turn her into the spray. Her hair is almost all wet when she looks up at me, all shy and sweet.
"Will you stay with me as I sleep?" she asks quietly.
"Of course, baby." Okay, what's that all about? I want to know this girl. I want to protect her and keep her with me. I know she'll not allow that, but I can't help how I feel.
She looks so vulnerable right now. If being in that bloody war taught me anything, it was to grab on to what feels right. To not think twice when you're given a chance like this. I shake off the thoughts as I remember something.
"By the way, what happened to the best man in the stairwell?" I ask.
Her back straightens and she looks me in the eye. She smiles, and sweetly says, "That fucktard called me Mia and tried to proposition me into a threesome while making out with someone else. So I kneed him in the balls."
I can't help but laugh so hard and loud. The funniest part is she called him what I call him.
"You should do that more often," she murmurs.
"What?" I look at her questionably.
"Laugh. You look so handsome and young when you do it." Her words stop me. It’s true I don't laugh very much anymore.
"For you, I'll try. By the way, do I need to worry about this Greg chap?" She bristles slightly at my statement. I know she doesn't do relationships, but I'll be heading to DC every chance available.
"No, he's a friend of your father's." She doesn't say any more.
We finish washing each other and get out.
She dries off and puts her hair in a bun on the top of her head.
I see her tattoo again and want to ask, but I don't want her to close up on me.
I know enough to figure out there are names and part of the writing is Gaelic.
Interesting. We climb into bed and I pull her to my side, where she cuddles up.
It's going on six in the morning now and we don't need to be to Father’s house until eleven.
"Sleep, baby. I'll wake you up in a couple of hours."
"Thank you, Duncan. I just can't sleep by myself unless I take sleeping pills or am exhausted."
What the fuck! She'll be explaining that statement later.
"Baby, just don't run off again."
"I won't."
I settle in and close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her in my arms. This is the best feeling in the world. I don't want to ever stop holding her.