Contract Lover

Chapter 5

Dawn hummed happily as she wiped down the counter. She’d been humming and smiling for three nights now, ever since she’d slept with the most amazing man she’d ever met. Even now, memories of that night sent a thrill right through her. She couldn’t believe her good fortune. John really seemed to care about her, to care about what she needed. Honestly, she’d have been satisfied if he just wanted to get off with her, but apparently he wanted it to be more than that. She shivered with the memory. It certainly had been more.

Dawn checked her watch. It was 2:00, and John still had not come in. The past two nights he’d popped in for just a minute, to tell her had to work overtime. Maybe tonight he’d be able to stay. The bell over the door tinkled and she looked up hopefully.

There he was, the best man she’d ever known, looking hot as usual in his jacket and black jeans. He gave her a wonderful smile and walked over to the bar.

“Hello, Dawn,” he said, taking her hand. “How are you tonight?”

She felt warm and fuzzy inside when he took her small hand in his huge one.

“A lot better now that you’re here,” she said. “I take it you didn’t have to work tonight?”

He shook his head, his thumb gently rubbing her palm. “Not this time. Tonight I can devote all my attention to you.” He brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Dawn’s heart beat harder at the touch of his lips.

“I like the sound of that,” she said, looking into his wonderful slate-grey eyes. “What do you have in mind?”

He brought his other hand up and gently stroked her forearm. “How would you like to come to my place tonight?”

Dawn made a noise of surprise and then leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“I’d love that,” she said. “You know what, there’s never anyone here at night. I think I’ll quit early, and if the boss doesn’t like it, he can fire me.”

John let go of her hand and stood. “That sounds great.” She got her coat and purse and they headed out the door. John held the door for her and she slid into his car. Dawn always took the bus too and from work to save on gas, but she didn’t mind riding with him. In fact, she loved it.

John slid in across from her and they headed away. He drove through the deserted city, taking her to a middle class apartment building ten blocks away from the main drag. They went in together through the deserted lobby. In the elevator, he hit the button for the button for the top floor. The elevator began to move up, slowly, and Dawn decided she couldn’t wait anymore. She turned to John and slid her hands into his coat, stroking his abs and chest. He bent down and gathered her into his arms, bringing her to his lips for a fierce, passionate kiss. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his lips hard against hers. They kissed again and again as the elevator rose, and then John’s lips found her neck. She gasped and shivered as he kissed the nape of her neck, her jaw line, her earlobe, her collarbone.

Just as John reached the cleavage of her waitress blouse, the elevator doors opened. She sighed in disappointment as he put her down and led the way to his apartment. As they came inside, he turned to her.

“Now where were we?” he asked, bending for another kiss. She hungrily pressed her lips to his, twined her tongue with his. He wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her down the hall to his living room couch. John set her down in front of the couch and knelt, tracing kisses down her neck. He stroked his hands down her back and across her sides, and then brought them up to cup her breasts. Dawn moaned as he squeezed her tits, kissing her cleavage hungrily. John slowly unbuttoned her blouse, placing a torturously light kiss on the newly uncovered skin with each button that opened. Dawn gasped and reached for the clasp of her bra, sliding it forward off her shoulders. John took the lacey garment and tossed it aside. He leaned forward and closed his mouth over one of her nipples, sucking it hard. Dawn moaned loudly and ran her fingers through his hair. John took her large breasts in his hands, his thumb slowly rubbing one nipple while he sucked the other. He stopped and slowly ran his tongue around the underside of her breast, making her gasp, then began to flick her left nipple with his tongue. With each teasing, torturous touch of his tongue, her arousal grew.

John ran his hands down her sides and then around to the zipper of her pink skirt. Dawn lifted herself off the couch to make it easier for him to slip the garment off of her legs. She gasped as John slowly licked and kissed along the inside of her thighs, his teasing unbearable.

“Oh,” she moaned in agony, “don’t tease me.”

John grinned and took the hem of her panties in his teeth, slowly pulling them away from her soaking wet pussy. She helped him, raising her legs in the air and tossing the panties aside. Dawn brought her legs down over John’s shoulders and pulled his face in close to her pussy, pushing his lips against it. John ran his tongue back and forth over her clit and she arched her back off the couch, moaning loudly. He ran his tongue across her clit with agonizing slowness, and then sucked it gently. Dawn gasped, moaning with frustration, as he flicked her clit once, then again, just the tip of his tongue touching it. John grazed his nails along her thighs, driving her wild. One of his wonderfully dexterous fingers slid into her, finding her spot with unerring accuracy. She dug her nails into his shoulders and cried out as her orgasm began to build. John slid another finger into her and she came hard, covering his tongue with her juices and bucking wildly on the couch.

“Oh god,” she said as the orgasm ended. “You’re incredible.”

Dawn pulled her man up onto the couch next to her and undid his jeans, pulling his rock hard cock out and stroking it. He helped her get his pants and briefs off, then pulled his shirt off as she ran her hands over his chest. She kissed his huge chest, his ripped abs, and then his hard cock. John gasped as she closed her mouth over his head and sucked hard, her hands playing with his balls. Dawn slowly took his cock into her mouth, as much as she could hold. The feel of his hot meat on her tongue brought her back to the heights of arousal. She slid his entire manhood into her mouth, then pulled it out and licked slowly along the shaft. John closed his eyes and breathed hard. Dawn grinned and laid a line of kissed across his shaft, then flicked his head lightly with her tongue. John gritted his teeth and then pushed her away from him.

“Up,” he said, and pulled her into his lap. Dawn twisted around and slowly lowered herself onto his cock, moaning loudly as his hardness slid into her pussy. John brought his hands around her waist and stroked her nipples as she began to move on him, sliding up and down on his length, her head resting against his chest. She gasped and placed her hands on his thighs, moving faster on his cock. God, it felt good. Her gasps turned into loud moans when John ran his hand down her stomach and stroked her clit with his fingers. She moved herself on him faster, harder, his cock slamming into her, feeling her orgasm build. Dawn moaned, and John slid a finger into her mouth and stroked her tongue, moving the same circles over it he was making over her clit. It was too much. Dawn’s walls clenched tight over John’s cock as it swelled within her, and she came harder than she had ever cum in her life. John exploded inside her, and they both cried out as the orgasm surged.

Dawn fell back against her man’s chest, gasping and shaking as the orgasm finally faded. She slid herself off of John’s softening manhood and turned to kiss him deeply. He returned the kiss with gentle passion and then snuggled her against his chest.

“You’re an amazing woman, Dawn,” he said, breathing deeply.

“And you’re an incredible man,” she said, kissing his chest softly. Slowly, Dawn drifted into a doze, feeling safe and secure in the arms of her wonderful giant.


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An hour later they sat at John’s table, eating an omelet that he’d whipped up. Dawn felt more satisfied than she ever had in her life. She had good food, she sitting across the table from the most wonderful lover of her life, and to top it all off, she’d left work early. Life was good right now.

“This is delicious,” she said, scraping up the last bite of her omelet. “I wonder what other hidden talents you have.

John smiled at her, and for some reason she found it unnerving.

“Dawn, you have no idea.”

He turned to put the dishes in the sink.

“So, mind if I take a look around?” she asked.

“Not at all,” he said, loading dishes in the dishwasher. “Look all you like.”

Dawn got up and walked down the hall, poking into each room she came to. There was a well furnished and sparkling clean bathroom, a large bedroom with a king-sized bed, and a huge, heavy door. Dawn stopped and her eyes widened as she looked at this door. It was made of heavy steel, and had a huge lock on it. Uncertainly, she pushed it open, and then through her hands to her mouth when she saw what was inside.

The room was full to the brim with weapons. At least a dozen sniper rifles hung from a rack along one wall, one of them a gigantic Barrett fifty. Heavy machine guns, an M-60 and an M249, rested on a bench beneath them. Revolvers and pistols hung on another wall, gleaming in the light from the hall. It was the far wall, however, that was the most frightening. An anti-tank rocket launcher was hanging there, and boxes and crates of powerful explosives and grenades were stacked beneath it.

Dawn stared at the weapons, frozen in shock, and then screamed slightly when John put his hand on his shoulder. She breathed hard and tried to slow her heart rate as he led her from the room, closing the door and locking it securely behind him.

“Jesus Christ, John!” she said. “What the hell is all that for? Are you planning on starting a war?!”

He shook his head. “I’m just a weapons enthusiast, Dawn. That’s all. That’s my gun collection.”

Dawn shook her head. “A weapons enthusiast? John, you’ve got things in there that the cops don’t have! That stuff’s got to be illegal!”

His eyes hardened slightly. “I have permits for it all. It’s just my hobby, Dawn. I’m sorry I forgot to lock the door, but as you well know, I was distracted.”

Her eyes hardened in return. “Some hobby. Collecting things that kill people.”

Now he was definitely angry. “Don’t give me that liberal bullshit, Dawn. A gun doesn’t kill. It’s just a tool.”

Dawn’s eyes flashed. “A tool for killing! My dad was shot in the street when I was 15, John! Don’t tell me guns aren’t for killing!”

“I’m sorry about that, Dawn,” said John. “But I don’t use guns that way. It’s just a hobby, like stamp collecting.”

“So you say,” she said, crossing her arms. “But nobody has that kind of hardware who doesn’t have a good use for it. Just who are you, John? What do you do?”

The terrifying coldness came into his eyes. “I can’t tell you that.”

“FINE!” she yelled, stalking to the living room and getting dressed. “Don’t trust me then! I’m leaving. Call me when you decide to be straight with me.” She stomped to the door. “And don’t think I’m riding anywhere with you anymore! I’ll take the bus.”

John’s expression changed from anger to concern. “Dawn, don’t do that. It’s not safe to be out on the streets this time of night.”

“How do I know it’s safe to be with you?” she spat, and walked out. John stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, and then walked to his armory and loaded one of his .45s. He’d make sure she got home safe.

END CHAPTER 5

Well, there you have it. The truth will soon be out! Big fight scene coming up next chapter, so keep your eyes open. In the meantime, as always, review, review, review!