Chapter 6: Chapter 6
2045 – 04 | 25 | 20XX
JAMESON SPHERE
CORTEX OPERATIONS
DIAMOND DIVISION, SECTOR 42
As if on cue, we devoured each other's mouth. We were ravaging each other like we were in war. Pressure was building in my chest—hurt loomed like a scythe slowly tearing my heart asunder as we both knew what would happen when this night ended.
It's either I would leave his bed while he was still asleep, or he would leave first—and acted as if tonight never happened.
But we persisted.
Grand scooped me in his muscular arms without breaking the kiss. I pulled his hair, urging his mouth closer to me. In this conflagration of our raging passion towards each other, I could feel us melding in the fire of our lust.
We were dancing to the rhythm of the music could only hear—the melody of pain, the rhythmic beat of toxic poison, and the alluring cadence of beckoning pleasure.
He threw me on the bed without remorse. Gone was the innocent doe eyes—now, it was filled with burning carnal desires. I watched him whisk away the towel veiling his bulge. Grand was majestic in his bareness and I sat up to admire the beauty of his body, the hardness of his muscles.
Lording over me, I sat on the edge of the bed. He hovered, looking down at me and I watched his fiery eyes, like coal searing my own. Then, my hands went to caress his semi-erect manhood. As if electrified, Grand let in a sharp inhale as my fingers went to touch his cock.
I licked my lips, then held his thick cock in my hand. Winking at him, I licked the edge of his dick, playing with the hole. Grand groaned, gaping. He stared at me, pleading to give him more.
I spit on his dick, and I stroke it using my right hand. He closed his eyes, moaning loudly. Grand's member was expanding, gaining thicker girth every time I jerked it off.
"Katharina," he whispered, voice husky and aching. "Ugh, fuck."
With my free hand, I roamed his body, feeling the sensual tickle I felt as I touched the hard valleys of his stomach. Until I reach his chest; I rubbed his nipples until it got hard. In pleasure, he let out a whimper, like an animal punished. I played with his nipples, creating circular motions with my thumb, pinching it hard between my fingers, and elongating it.
"Oh, my fucking god." Grand was so hard inside my hands so I put his cock inside my mouth. "Agh, Katharina. Our fuck is the best I've always had in my life."
Proud of what I've heard, I gave him a deep-throat, while playing with his nipples. His hands fiddled with my hair, loosening my meticulous bun. Just as he liked it, he wrapped it inside his fingers, and pushed my head deeper in his manhood.
Grand didn't pound his meat in my throat, instead he pushed my head deeper and deeper until I could feel the tickle of his pubes on my nose—a darker blonde compared to his hair. He smelled like soap; I liked him sweaty, just after training. Some things never change.
He let out a stream of curses as his cock was burrowing deep in my throat, tight and hot. But as the moment passed, I was losing my breath. I tried to push him out, but he wouldn't budge. So, I let my finger caress his ass, and edged his butthole.
In an instant, he pulled out. Grand glared at me; I just laughed him off, catching my breath.
He kneeled in front of me. "Kath, I told you never to do that."
I snickered. "Well, you wouldn't budge, baby." Grand smiled at me, and pushed me to the bed.
Grand laid on top of me, and I could feel his throbbing cock against my stomach despite my uniform. He supported my head with his hands, closing the distance between us, and started planting soft pecks on my jaw, trailing small kisses until he reached my earlobe.
I arched my back as he started nibbling my ears. The pleasure was inexplicable—it was like I was a waterfall and water were entering me and exiting me in constant flux. I moaned giving in to the ecstasy as his soft lips traced my jaws, down to my neck. He bit the soft spot of my neck, gently playing the delicate skin with his teeth, sucking and moistening.
"Grand," I mumbled, eyes closed my nails biting against his back. "Grand," I whispered in a state of delirium.
He stopped and looked at me. "Yes?"
"Undress me," I pleaded.
"Of course, babe,"
Grand laid on his side, his right arm supporting me, while his other undid the zipper of my suit. Slowly it went down, savoring the moment as he watched the skin showing. Then he followed the unzipping with soft kisses, and I felt galvanized in the moment, my toes curling in his sumptuous pecks.
He threw my upper suit on the floor, rubbing his palms on my navel. Then his hand went down, unbuttoned my pants, but instead of pulling it down, he forced his fingers inside. Heat was building inside me, like a wildfire flaying carnage in the forest.
I bit my lip and groaned as I felt his rough finger on my clit, playing with the sensation. "Babe…"
My body arced in surging unquenchable hunger when he slid his finger in and out. "Love it, babe?" He raised his head at me, seeking validation.
"Oh god, continue," I just replied, my head a jumble and mess—a whirlpool and a tempest. Grand sniffed my neck, and his hot breath sent tremors all over my body.
"Well." Voice slightly muffled as began sucking the sensitive skin of my neck. "You must want more."
As if on cue, he unexpectedly slid three fingers inside my pussy, while his thumb continued rubbing my clitoris. I inhaled sharply. Shit, I didn't think I could continue this. I was ecstatic and my mind was exploding in a thousand shards.
"Yes baby, moan like that." Grand pushed his fingers faster and deeper, rhythmically synchronized with the circular motions of his thumb did to my clit. I was losing my mind as he went in and out of me. "Oh, you're so fucking wet and tight."
I bit my lip, containing my cries of pleasure as he did it non-stop. As time went, he became so good in what he was doing. I remembered when we first lost our virginity to each other, tangled in the grassy fields of Sector 24, when we celebrated our first-year anniversary.
It was fast, both of us inexperienced teens who were following their instincts.
But now, we came too far. He knew how to make me detonate with just his hot kisses and his fingers. And I was nearing my climax, my fingers clenched tightly against the sheets, my toes curling hard in on itself.
"Yeah, babe," he whispered on my ear. "Let it go."
Then he kissed me deeply on the lips the moment when I exploded in his hands. I felt the wetness spreading from the center to my thighs, the leather pants uncomfortably wet. Grand continued exploring the cavern of my lips, and then he let go and smiled at me.
He took his finger out of my pants, and I was aroused when he seductively licked the liquid off his fingers. "Perv," I murmured, smiling at him.
"Hmm." Grand closed his eyes, jokingly indulging the taste of his cum-soaked fingers. "Delicioso."
I laughed. Grand looked at me as he laid sideways, his right hand still supporting me just above the nape while his free arm rested on my stomach.
I heaved a sigh. If everything was just so simple—no heartaches, no quarrels, no negativities. I laid there beside him, and I snuggled closer to him, capturing this moment inside my heart.
I love Grand, but I wanted a better relationship for myself.
Grand kissed me on the cheek, and he closed his eyes. Then he said, "Can't we just remain like this forever?"
"I wish, Grand," I replied. "I wish."
We remained like that frozen in time—Grand nude beside me, while I was in my bra and my unbuttoned pants. It was the most uncomfortable thing I had worn today, but beside him was the most comfortable I'd been for the past few weeks.
"Kath," he started again, caressing my hair. "What about Brad…"
"What about him?"
"What are you intending to do about him?"
I pulled him closer to me, looking at his eyes. "What should I do about him?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Seemed like he gave you a good night based on what I heard from the line."
I chucked. "Well, his cock is longer than yours by an inch, I think." Then I held his softening cock in my hands.
Grand's eyes widen, but I saw the swirl of shyness in his eyes. "Oh…"
I fiddled with his dick until it stiffened. I bit my lip at him, asking if he wanted more. When he averted his eye, I said, "But you have a thicker cock." The moment he heard that, he swiveled his eyes back to me, curious. "I think little Grand was not satisfied for tonight's schemes. Yeah?"
And then a sly smile drew on his lips. "Yeah? Little Grand is still hungry, Kath. Wanna do something about it?"
"Bet I will."
I pushed him on the bed, so that his back was against the mattress. I rolled off the bed while he laid on the bed. His eyes were full of hunger when he watched me unhooked my bra. My ample bosom greeted him, and in response, he licked his lower lip.
Salivating over me, I kneaded my breast in front of him, nibbling with my nipples until it got hard. Watching him lusting over me was a greater pleasure. He started jacking his cock, until it was rock hard in his fingers. I stopped playing with my breasts and started pulling off my pants.
"God," he said, breathless as he watched me took the very last clothing that hid my womanhood. "You're so beautiful."
I smirked. "Well, all those momentary bitches you had—" Then I crawled on to the bed, his body between my arms and legs. "—never topped me." I was directly on top of him, and I bit his lower lip hard, pulling it until I felt it swell. "Am I right?"
As if enticed, he timidly replied, "Yes, babe."
"Good." I wolfed his soft lips again. He locked me in his embrace as we made out on his bed, devoid of any sheer clothing.
I disengage from his lips, trailed my tongue down his sharp jaw, voyaging down to his neck, until I reached his collarbone. With a flick of my tongue, Grand let out a loud moan as I began giving him pleasure on the neck. Every time I swirl my tongue and kiss his neck, his cock pulsed against my stomach; now, I felt his sticky precum, so commensurately aroused.
"How do you like it, baby?"
Stuck in cloud nine, Grand just mumbled something incomprehensible, eyes closed with his breathing labored.
I shifted my position and sat on his abdomen. He grunted, "What are you doing?"
��Put your hands behind your head," I ordered.
A sly grin crept on his face, and did as he was told. "Hmm, some good stuff, ain't it?" Grand chuckled and pointed his lips at his armpit. "Good thing I haven't shaved yet."
"Yeah, good thing."
Grand's intoxicating smell filled my nose when I hungrily devoured his hairy armpit. It smelled so good and a storm was brewing inside my mind—a storm of uncontained craving for this man.
"I still like you sweaty, babe," I said in between licks.
He chuckled. "Well, I never thought this day would end like this."
Grand kept on groaning as I licked both of his armpits, sniffing the aroma of his inebriating fragrance. Grand smelled of Grand—like a strong perfume and sweat and just something I couldn't pinpoint.
"Oh fuck," I cried when he slapped me in the ass.
"How about that?" he huskily said.
I stopped doing his armpit, and kissed him shortly on the lips. "Well, I think foreplay is over."
"Hmm."
So, I raised my lower body a little, with my right hand, I took his dick and pointed it in my vaginal entrance. I let out a loud moan when I felt the thick head of his cock entering my hole. No matter how many times we made love before, Grand's manhood never failed to make me feel like it was my first time.
It was the thickest cock I had ever felt in my whole life.
When he was fully inside me, I started riding him up and down. As soon as I got accustomed to it, I was astride him faster.
"Place your arms above your head," I demanded, panting. Sweat was dripping on my body, snaking in beads against the ridges of spine, the curves of my waist, and my forehead.
The mattress shifted as Grand positioned his wrists atop his head. I leaned forward and held those against the mattress to support my weight.
Leaning forward, we were moaning each other's names as the sensation of his cock pushing in and out of me threatened to combust me. Then, he kissed me and I felt flustered all over my body as our tongue ground against each other.
"Yes, baby, push your body deeper into me," Grand said as we broke apart the passionate kiss. "Let go of my arms, baby. I'll hold you," he softly added, his eyes mirroring an expression of care and safety.
I followed his orders. Grand's hands grasped me in the waist, bolstering me as I went up and down on his manhood.
With eyes closed, Grand move his body upright as to meet mine. My ex-lover's arms wrapped around my body as if I were a fragile thing, and at that moment, I felt relaxed at the familiarity of his muscular torso and stiffening as the pleasure was flooding inside my body.
Grand was a raging stallion and I rode him like the adventurous cowgirl that I was.
We went faster and faster. I could feel his thighs and his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded to meet my thrust. My hamstring muscles was aching but the feeling of his cock hitting the right spots inside my body was enough reason to continue.
Our moans of pleasure were a melody engulfing inside his bunk. The creaking of his wooden bed, threatening to give way when were wildly razing against each other's heat. We were drenched in sweat.
He kissed me on the lips again.
"I'm near, baby," he whispered.
I shushed him. "Not yet. I'm not there."
He just nodded.
I could feel Grand's cock pulsing hard, expanding merely signifying that he was about to reach his release. Yet, he moved slowly but deeper, the veins of his neck bulging as he was trying to delay his ejaculation.
I was almost there too. The pressure was rising in an exponential crescendo, about to reach its tipping point.
My body gave in to Grand's as I was nearing my orgasm. Head snuggled in the curve of his neck, I continued pushing in and out of his cock. I whispered, "Fuck I'm there. Let me come first." Breathlessly, I continued, "Don't fucking come inside me. I didn't take my pills."
I felt his neck stretched, presumably he nodded.
"Grand, I'm there—FUCK!"
I bit Grand's shoulder when I came on his cock, the wetness of my come making his driving cock faster and faster and faster. I screamed in pleasure as he continued like a sex machine—it felt like my bones was melting and my body was a puddle as he kept on fucking me despite my orgasm.
"Shit, shit, shit," I heard him said.
Then, he flipped me over. He positioned his cock pulsating cock on my abdomen, jerked it off. Within a few strokes, his come went all over my bare trunk, and I closed my eyes as I felt the hot liquid on my navel.
"Come here," I said.
He shifted towards me. I grabbed his cock and sucked the remaining cum. At that, he moaned loudly, his body trembling. I licked it and it tasted sweet and salty.
I smirked; Grand loved his pineapple drink.
When he was done, he collapsed beside me, heaving lungful of air. We were both out of breath. Compared to the labored moans and groans that echoed inside Grand's room earlier, now all that reverberated in the room was a heavy silence punctuated by our occasional breathing.
I stared at the ceiling, as Grand did. None of us was talking. Gone was the playful smiles and talks. All that was left were what nows. What happens now?
One thing was for sure—I was not ready to get back together with him.
The foam shifted as he moved closer to me. He wiped the come from my tummy with the towel he fished from the floor—I didn't even notice that he took it. Afterwards, he wiped the sweat dotting his forehead, and I looked him as he carefully did it. His movements were slow, unsure—he was awkward.
One thing about Grand was that he was shy—he was unsure and awkward on how to deal with people. His parents weren't exactly there for him; his mother died when he was just four years old, killed during an accident in a mission while his dad lamented for so long and he kept himself busy as the Commander of Battles. That left Grand navigating through his own devices. He learned to do things all by himself, and in times of need, he didn't ask for help no matter how hard the situation is, he just waited when someone was willing to help him.
Grand's experiences made him very possessive and sometimes, he became so caught-up in his own decisions and opinions that there were occasions that he had dismissed my ideas. At first, I thought it was sweet—but the more we ventured into the relationship, I realized that it wasn't as good as it sounded.
As much as I wanted Grand, his patriarchal structure of thinking made me revolted against him—that's why we always ended up breaking each other's hearts.
"What are you thinking?" he whispered. Grand moved, grabbing the blanket and covered our bodies with it. Underneath, I felt his arms wrapped around my waist, enveloping me in his muscles. He looked at me in the eye, asking for permission. "I can hug you, right?"
I nodded, cuddling closer to him. Though our skins were touching without any barrier of clothing, lust was out of the picture. From afar, we were a panorama of intimacy—of broken lovers tangled in their personal issues.
I embraced him.
He sniffed my hair, and I could feel his hot breath on my forehead as he spoke again. "Kath?"
I closed my eyes, inhaling the mixture of his manly scent—the concoction of his sweat and mint-fragrant soap. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his beating heart. "Nothing," I answered silently.
Grand's fingers sifted through my hair, until it caressed my cheeks. "I know you for so long, Kath," he retorted, his voice breaking. Yet, I pretended that I didn't notice. As much as I hurt me to hear his pain, I didn't want to give him that hope just yet. I didn't want to rush this healing—we both needed a break from our oppressive relationship.
"I've known you since we were kids," he continued, fingers my messy hair behind my ear. "I know that look. Are you worried about the General Prestige?"
I lied. "Yes."
He nodded, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat. And then I felt the looming scythe tore my heart, bleeding out a thousand shards of my love for Grand and how much I still wanted him despite the pain that he would give me. Despite the pain that I would give him. I felt the shards impaling my whole body, and I wanted to cry on Grand's chest.
I almost never cried; we were both alike in the way that we hide our pain from each other. But at this very frozen second of time, a sliver of me just ached to cry and be soothed by this man I laid with.
Yet, I held the tears back, thinking about Bradley Aidan Montreal. I thought about him, and the botched mission, and somehow, I felt guilty all over again.
I felt guilty to Grand. I felt guilty to the wrong person I kidnapped. I felt guilty to the whole organization.
And somehow the feelings were so much. Without knowing it, my body was shaking in a tidal of emotions as everything came crashing down. The very tears for which I held back firmly were a dam surging against the bars, cascading in strong curtain of water.
I was heaving on Grand's chest, and I was angry and I loathed myself when he pulled me closer to him, caressing my back and whispering words of comfort that I couldn't fathom but felt all the same. I was so furious at myself for showing a sign of weakness to Grand, and how he could comfort me despite the pain I gave him.
I was so tired.
"Go to sleep, baby," he gently cooed. Grand rubbed my back, lulling me to a slumber—and escape from the heaviness that I had to bear.
At that moment, nestled inside the arms of the man I loved and would always love, I let myself fall in momentary peace, letting go of all the things that had bore me down in this world.
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