Midnight Squad: The Grim (5 page)

           
I flopped into the bed. It was so much softer than
anything I’d slept in over the last few months. Normally I wouldn’t have been
able to sleep. It was the middle of the day after all, but considering
everything that had happened…I was exhausted. I ‘m not sure when I fell asleep,
all I knew was that one minute I’m staring at the gray ceiling, and the
next…nothing.

           
There was a faint smell of smoke when I opened my eyes.
After rubbing my eyes, I looked around. Instead of the gray room I fell asleep
in, I was in paradise. I could hear waves crashing in the distance. The sweet
smell of flowers quickly replaced the smell of smoke. My body was resting
comfortably in what had to be the softest featherbed ever made. Instead of the
coarse generic blanket I went to sleep under, I was now resting comfortably
under silk. Instead of bland gray walls, there were marble columns, and beyond
that was open air. I was overlooking a beautiful beach with white sand, and
crystal blue waters. It was like something out of a cheesy romance novel, and
then I saw her.

           
Beautiful blue eyes stared at me hungrily. Her long
blonde hair fell down from her head to her knees. Her hair was like gold
flowing down her milky white skin. With a graceful sweep of her hands, she
pulled her hair behind her. Exposing firm breasts, and…well everything. With
catlike grace, she moved near the bed. With a quick move, she pulled the covers
off and allowed the purple silk comforter to drape around her shoulders. Before
I had time to appreciate the view she started sliding onto the bed. Her breasts
perfectly framed by the silk. She didn’t stop until she was straddling me.
“Well hello pretty lady, so what’s your name?” She traced her hands across my
bare chest. She leaned in and nibbled my ear before whispering, “Janine.” I’m
sure I had other questions, but a man needs blood in his brain to think, and my
blood decided to head in another, more pleasant, direction. I tried to gather
my thoughts, but that went to hell as soon as Janine’s perfectly manicured
nails teased across my chest.

           
Soft lips touched my forehead, between my eyes, my nose,
and then hovered just over my lips. I leaned in to meet her only to have her
pull away. Long fingers slid back up my chest, and then twined themselves
behind my neck. Her nipples brushed against my collarbone. I could feel her
crotch pressed against my abdomen. I only wished she were a little lower on my
body so that I could enter her. Instead, every wiggle of her hips, combined
with a soft tickling brush of her pubic hair along my stomach teased me until I
growled in frustration. My hands slid up her legs until they came to rest at
her hips. All I wanted to do was drive her down onto me. I could feel her
getting
moist,
still a faint burning smell tickled my
nose like when a heater first turns on.

           
Janine lifted herself up on me. Her breasts stopped just
above my lips. She tangled her fingers into my hair and pulled me between her
breasts. I thought the bed was soft, but her breasts were soft beyond
explanation. It was as though there was nothing solid about her. She was like a
pillow shaped into a woman. As soft as they were they were firm enough to
maintain a bounce and sway that was almost hypnotic. I nuzzled my face down
into her cleavage. I could feel the soft rumble of her chest. She was purring
with pleasure.

           
The woman leaned back and turned one breast to me. I
licked and sucked on it like a hungry baby. I was aware I was making happy
yummy sounds, but I was too aroused to be embarrassed. I’m proud to say I wasn’t
the only one. Janine pressed herself against me. It’s hard to smile broadly and
suck on a nipple like it’s the antidote, but I was certainly doing my best. I
felt her pull my head in until her breast was almost smothering me. Every
breath I took made a whistling tweet as it escaped through a tiny space between
my face and her boob. My hands curled around her lower back until they rested
just above the well-defined cleavage on an ass you could use to crack walnuts.

           
Her hips shifted. I felt her rise and then slide down my
body. I almost whimpered when her nipple popped out of my mouth. Her breasts
trailed down my body until my hardness was snuggling into her cleavage. She
pressed herself against me briefly before she rocked back to her hips. A devilish
look played across her face just before she lowered her head down to my groin.
My eyes briefly rolled back into my head when her lips wrapped around me. She
began a slow, methodical bobbing.
“Oh God!”
I moaned.
She responded by a slight dragging of her teeth as a warning not to say that
again. I growled in pleasure as she stared up at me. Her head moved slowly up
and down. Blue eyes watched me playfully.

           
After a while her hand wrapped around my shaft, while her
other hand began caressing my testicles. This woman had a real gift. Her mouth
and hand worked together. With a gentle twisting motion, she was quickly
bringing me to the edge of orgasm. My hips started to rise and fall on their
own. Janine increased the pace. My whole body was begging for release. It kept
building,
the pressure now like a bowling ball was pressed
down on my groin. I could feel the swollen pulse of arousal, the overfull
sensation of an impending release I only now realized I needed so badly. I was
almost there…so close…so….damn!

           
Janine had stopped, and was pulling back. I’d love to say
I handled this like a mature adult, but the reality was I whimpered like a
baby. The beautiful woman above me giggled. “Hey, it’s not right to leave
something half done.” I grumbled playfully. Janine started to lower back over
me. A devilish smile played across her face. She rose until she was standing on
the bed over me. I slid backwards until my shoulders were pressing against the
headboard. I watched her hips sway as they drew closer to my face. She was
already moist. Her scent hung in the air with a faint wisp of lust and smoke. I
couldn’t place where the scent of smoke came from, but in fairness, I was
distracted.

           
Twining her fingers into my hair, she pulled me into her
moistness. I began kissing, licking, and occasionally nibbling and nipping her
most sensitive parts. Janine gasped and moaned. My fingers curled around her
ankles and then started their long journey up her toned calves. They kept
climbing higher. I brushed a sensitive place on the back of her knee, and
Janine giggled. Apparently, she was a little ticklish. It was tempting to
linger, but it’s been awhile, so I have to admit I was impatient. I drug my
nails up the back of her thighs, forcing a soft hiss of pleasure out of this
luscious woman. My hands finally came to a stop, gripping her hips so that I
could hold her firmly in place while my tongue probed and lapped against her.

           
I could hear her moaning and purring in pleasure. Her
juices were already running down my chin. After moving one hand behind her for
support, I allowed my other hand to slide down between her thighs. Allow might
be a strong word, more accurately my hand led a revolution against my patience.
Apparently, I should have taken a few extra moments because I heard her give a
quick hiss of pain as I pushed two fingers inside. I caressed her clit in my
mouth while I waited for her to adjust. Once her juices started running down my
fingers and across my palm, I started slowly pumping in and out. As she began
gasping and moaning, I picked up my pace until she began whimpering and pumping
herself onto my fingers and grinding against my face. It was just a special
kind of satisfying to return the favor.

I
could feel her starting to pulse and grip my fingers. She was getting close.
Janine pulled my face away, and then fell back into the bed. I looked up into
two of the most playful blue eyes I’d ever seen, and followed her as she backed
up on my bed. By the time she stopped, I was on my knees with my arms wrapped
around her hips. She giggled while I nuzzled my face against her belly button.
My hands swept up to her breasts. My thumbs circled her nipples. Stretching up,
I began licking and sucking on one nipple, and then the other. Finally, I just
couldn’t stand it anymore.

           
She was too close to the top of the
bed,
I’d end up beating my head against the wall if we didn’t move. I wrapped my
hands around her waist. She squealed in surprise and arousal as I lifted her
up, and twisted around before placing her on the bed in a much more suitable
position for what we both needed. Legs snaked around my body, and nails dug
into my shoulders, pulling me until I was pressed against her entrance. I
wanted to be gentle and suave, but my body just didn’t have that as an option.
Pure need commanded me. With a sudden thrust, I drove myself to the hilt
forcing out an earsplitting scream. I started to apologize, thinking I might
have hurt her, but then her hips twined around my back and she tried to drive
me into her again. I obliged her. I nipped at her bottom lip before giving her
a deep, full kiss. My hips rocked back, and then drove forward. I pushed myself
as deep into her as I could go. There was nothing gentle about this. We weren’t
making love. This was brutal, raw, animalistic rutting, and it was heaven.

           
The scent of smoke got stronger. “Roll over.” She
whispered, and I was more than eager to comply. Somehow, I made it to my back
without sliding out of this gorgeous woman. In fact, I might be wrong but I
don’t think we ever even broke rhythm. Janine started lifting up and driving
herself down onto me. The smoke scent not only grew, but also started to
change. Instead of just smoke, I could smell barbeque. My arms hooked under her
legs and lifted. Taking advantage of my strength, I started pumping her up and
down onto me as hard and fast as I could. My hips were a blur. I could already
feel the clenching and milking sensation inside her as she started to near
orgasm.

           
As she got closer, I changed the buck of my hips to drive
myself into her even deeper. I was about to explode. I felt her arms wrap
around my head and she rammed her tongue into my mouth. All I could taste was
smoke. I glanced around us. The columns, the beach, everything seemed to be
fading in and out of reality. Everything flickered back and forth between this
paradise, and my bland gray room. The smoke, and barbeque smell was
overpowering. She was panting next to my ear. Finally, she sat up rigid, and
screamed, “Oh sweet Jesus!” I felt her clench around me like a vice as the orgasm
rolled through her. I pumped my hips as fast as I could, driving as deep as I
could, drawing me to the edge. I wouldn’t last much longer like this. I
couldn’t last at this pace even if I wanted to. Everything faded back to my
gray room when her body arched backwards one final time and a broken scream of
pleasure blasted out from somewhere deep inside of this majestic woman.

           
Sudden release ripped out of my body. It was like being
born and dying all at once. I ground my hips up against her so that I could be
as deep as possible with each spurting blast that shook us both to the core.
Janine fell onto my chest purring and cooing with pleasure as I was completely
spent inside her. The smoky barbeque smell had gotten so strong it was
difficult to breath. I felt her sigh and relax, and then tremors shot through
her again, Janine arched back one last time. I thought it was just an
aftershock, one last tremor from her last orgasm, but then she burst into
flame.

           
It was a green, heatless flame. I screamed until my
throat hurt. I watched as her body burned away in seconds, but she didn’t seem
to be in any pain. She writhed on top of me, flesh bubbling and melting off her
body. She looked trapped somewhere between pain and pleasure. Flames mangled
her, and as her flesh fell off it immediately disappeared. Even as the flesh
sizzled and charred she kept writhing in pleasure. She had one last orgasmic
spasm and exploded. Bits and pieces of her went everywhere, including covering
me. I was terrified, and then a wave of exhaustion struck me. Sleep was clawing
me back into darkness. I fought it, but my efforts were fruitless as the
blackness of a dreamless sleep overtook me.

           
When I woke, the room looked just like it had when I
first arrived. Gray walls, gray ceiling, and pretty much everything looked as
generic as possible. I looked over at the clock on the wall. Twenty one hundred
hours meant I had another hour before the meeting started tonight. I slid up
and felt the sticky puddle around my crotch. I really hope there are some spare
sheets and blankets in that closet. “Man, what a weird dream, she was a hot
piece though.” Yep, so hot she burst into flames. Oh crap, now I’m starting to
answer to myself.

           
I slid my feet off the bed and onto the floor. My feet
hit the cold tiles and a shiver went up through me. I stood up and felt
moisture running down my thighs. Yeah, I was going to need another shower. I
lumbered across to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and twenty minutes later,
I was presentable. I opened my closet and thankfully, there were several
changes of sheets and blankets along with several changes of clothes.

           
My clothing options were various pastel covered golf
shirts with shorts and tennis shoes, or dress shirts with slacks and dress
shoes. I don’t know what O.C.D. person worked on my closet, but I need to thank
them. I’m about as far from being a slave to fashion as you can get, but I had
to admit that I was going to look good. I’m more of a blue jean and muscle
shirt guy, so it was a little effeminate for my taste, but I can’t complain.