Commodity (15 page)

“I want this,” I tell him again.  “I want you.”

“You have me,” he says simply.  “Do whatever you want.”

“I want you inside me.”  I feel his cock flex as the base presses at my apex in answer to my desire, and I reach down to wrap my fingers around it.

It’s glorious, thick, and throbbing in my hand.  I run my finger along the vein at the base, and Falk shudders.  I glance at him, and his eyes are closed.  He runs his tongue quickly over his lips, and his chest rises and falls rapidly.

Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I angle his cock upright and raise myself up on my knees.  The head slides easily through my folds, still wet from my orgasm and his tongue.  I guide his cock into position, and slowly lower myself over him.

I gasp as our bodies connect.  For a moment, I can’t move—I just pause and feel him inside of me.  I clench around him, getting used to the pressure, and Falk runs his hands over my hips, then up to my breasts.  I start to move on top of him, slowing raising myself up and then dropping back down again.

He feels so perfectly
right
inside of me—warm and sensual.  He alternates between watching my face and looking down to where we’re connected.  Every time he looks down, I can feel him tense beneath me.

I move faster.

Falk lifts his hips, meeting each stroke, but lets me set the pace.  I lean forward a little more, wanting the friction against my clit.  I can feel the pressure building up inside of me again.  I move faster, my eyes closed and all my focus on that one, tiny spark as it grows.  I grip his shoulders, pulling on him for support as I rock at a frantic pace.  His fingers dig into my hips pulling me down on him as my stomach tightens.  The feeling intensifies and explodes through my body as I scream.

“Oh, God!  Falk!  Falk!”

My legs shake uncontrollably as the feeling pulses through my skin.  I cry out again as I collapse on top of him, my chest to his.  Falk’s arms wrap around my shoulders, and he holds me tightly for a moment.

I feel his hand slip down my back, and he rolls us both until he’s on top of me.  I sink against the mattress, unable to respond even as he starts kissing up my jaw.

“Don’t you pass out on me,” Falk whispers into my ear.  “I am far from done with you.”

I can only stare at him and nod.  I don’t have any words.

Falk leans back, strokes my skin from my shoulders, over my breasts, down to my stomach, and back up again.  He wraps his arms around my shoulders and lifts me to him.  He slides one hand down to my ass and pulls me into his lap, my legs wrapping around his hips.

With his arms around me, he lifts me gently and slowly until I can feel just the head of his cock inside of me, then pulls me back down, burying himself.  He does this over and over as his mouth and tongue move along my collarbones.

I stroke his shoulders and the back of his neck, reveling in the feeling of him inside me, his body wrapped around me.  His forehead glistens with sweat as he presses his lips to my neck, his breath hot on my skin.

He pulls me down and holds me there, panting.  He looks at me with those dark, intense eyes for a moment before he closes them and takes a deep breath.  I reach for his cheek and stoke his jaw.  I can’t find any words to express to him what I’m feeling.

Falk raises himself up on his knees, slipping out of me as he lays me on my back.  He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he balances himself on one hand and strokes my skin with the other.  His fingers dance over me, and I can feel every touch in my throbbing clit, but it’s his eyes that hold my attention.  I can’t look away.

He leans forward and kisses me, our tongues wrapping around each other as he tilts his head to the side.  He moves his hand over my stomach and between my legs, pushing them a little farther apart as he caresses me.  His thumb is on my clit, rotating, as he pushes two fingers inside of me.  He moves them around in a circle, stretching me as I moan beneath him.

He withdraws his fingers, and I glance down to watch him grip his cock and center it against my opening.  He presses forward slowly, filling me again as I wrap my calves around his.

Falk moves inside of me, slowly at first, alternating between stroking my pussy with his cock and stroking my lips with his tongue.  My entire body feels like it’s going to explode with sensation with every movement.  He shifts his weight, resting on his elbows with his hands coming up underneath me and gripping my shoulders.  He uses my body for leverage as he nearly pulls out of me and then slams home.

I cry out and pull my thighs up so they’re around his hips as he plows into me again and again.  His movements are quick and deep, igniting every nerve in my body.

I wrap my fingers around his upper arms and hold on as he moves faster.  I try to meet his strokes, feeling my already overly sensitive clit beginning to throb again.  Each time he moves forward, his pubic bone presses against me hard enough that it’s almost painful.  All I can do now is hold on as I feel him swell inside of me.

Falk cries out incoherently as he thrusts one last time, burying himself deeply.  I feel the warm rush as he fills me, and it’s all I need to set me off again.  My body shudders as I tighten my legs around him and push up against his body.

I sink into the bed—eyes closed, heart pumping—completely sated.

Three times.  Three times in one round.

Falk stays poised above me.  I can feel the heat from his body on my skin and the slight shaking of his triceps under my fingertips.  I keep waiting for him to collapse on top of me, but he doesn’t.  I open my eyes and look up at him.

His eyes are still closed, his breathing still labored as I reach up and stroke the side of his face.  He doesn’t move, just holds himself inside of me, his weight on his arms.

“Are you all right?”  I run my thumb over his bottom lip.

He opens his eyes and stares at me.  He licks his lips, swallows, closes his eyes again and nods.

“It’s been a long time,” he whispers.  “That was…incredible.  I just need a minute.”

“Take all the time you want.”

He leans down and presses his lips to mine.  He doesn’t move—just holds them there for a moment before pulling away.  I feel him slip out of me as he rises up and rolls to one side.  He gathers me up in his arms and holds me to his chest.

Falk hugs me tightly against him and then slowly relaxes.  I lean my cheek against his shoulder, and he kisses the top of my head.

“You okay?”  His voice sounds rough and scratchy.

“Much better than okay,” I tell him.  “I’m positively elated and completely exhausted.”

His chest shakes as he laughs softly.

“Good,” he says, “because I don’t think I’m going to be ready for another round of that for an hour, at least.”

“An hour?”  I glance up at him.  “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow as it is.”

“I don’t want to leave any room for speculation,” he says.  “I can’t think of anything sexier than seeing you hobble around all day.”

“As long as I don’t have to run from anything.”  I snicker, but the sudden tension in his arms alerts me.  He doesn’t find my joke humorous, and his tone becomes serious again.

“I won’t let them take you,” he says.  “I don’t know what they did with the others, but whoever they are, they aren’t going to get you.”

I place my hand on the center of his chest.  His dedication is admirable but also concerning.  I warm at his words, but I also know he won’t always be able to protect me.

“You can’t control everything,” I say.  “You shouldn’t put all of this on yourself.”

“I am.”  He kisses the top of my head again.  “If I don’t do it, who else will?  You are in my charge, Ms. Savinski.  I take that very seriously.”

“I know you do,” I tell him.  “I just don’t want you to think you’re responsible for anything and everything that happens to me.”

“I do think that,” he says, “and that’s not going to change.  I have to do this.  I won’t fail.”

He looks at me, his deep blue eyes intense and pleading.

“This is all I have left, Hannah.  I’ve never bailed on a job because things got rough, and I’m not about to do that now.  There’s no fucking purpose for me except to make sure you’re protected.”

*****

I wake in Falk’s arms.

He’s wrapped around me so tightly, I have to duck under one arm and around the other before I can slide down and out of his grip to head to the bathroom.  The air in the apartment is cool this morning, and I shiver as it hits my naked skin.

As I go into the bathroom, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  My hair is everywhere and looks like a lion’s mane.  I quickly smooth it down and tie it back at my neck before I walk out to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee on a camp stove.  The natural gas stove has long since stopped working.  Falk said it was because the compressors that move the gas to the apartments need electricity to work.  We’re almost out of propane for the camp stoves, and I wonder if anyone found some during the last supply run.  I’ll have to go check the shed later.

When I come back to the room and dress, Falk’s arms are still splayed over my side of the bed, giving me a wonderful view of his muscled arms and shoulders.  He snores lightly as I pull on my clothes, which makes me smile.

With the coffee made, I head outside with a mug in my hand, wishing we still had some of the vanilla creamer and then being mad at myself for wanting something so frivolous.  As soon as I start walking down the stairs, I can feel how sore I am between my legs and grunt slightly.  When I get to the last step, I pause a moment, shifting my weight from one hip to the other, remembering the feeling of Falk’s cock deep inside of me.  My muscles clench at the memory, and I smile to myself as I continue to the common area.

It’s early enough that no one seems to be around yet.  There’s still some dew on the grass and only the faint chirping of birds and chipmunks.  I head over to the fire pit and stare down at the mess from last night.  It will have to be cleared of mud before it will be useful again, so I might as well get started.

It’s too big of a mess to do by hand, so I head off to the shed for the shovel, but it isn’t anywhere to be found.  I remember Falk was using it out by the well yesterday.  He’s usually very good about putting tools away, but I decide to go look for it there.

The area around the well is clear of tools.  I sigh and look around the edge of the woods, but I don’t see anything there.  I try to think of where someone might have used a shovel recently and remember that Marco and Sam had been digging a trash pit back in the clearing where Falk had been teaching me to shoot.  The group didn’t like the idea of burning trash in the same fire pit where we cooked.

I head off into the woods, my mind wandering back to the lights in the sky last night.  I glance upward, wondering if they are still there but not visible in the sunlight.  I try to picture what they might look like, but all that comes to mind are the pictures I’ve seen all over the internet of grey-green creatures with large, oval eyes.

Maybe there is some truth to all those stories about Roswell and Area 51 or whatever it is called.  Maybe some of those pictures were real, and we did capture some kind of alien spacecraft all those years ago.  Could it just have taken this long for them to come back for revenge?

With my head full of aliens, I startle when I see motion between the trees in the distance.

I tense, wishing I had listened to Falk and brought a gun with me.  My heart starts to race as I crouch to get a better look.  I see a shape moving through the trees again and duck down into the underbrush behind a fallen tree trunk.  I bite my lip and stare over the log and through the leaves, waiting to see if the invaders are actually green.

The shape moves again, and I hear voices.

“We just need to wait a little longer.”

“How long?”

My held breath escapes my lungs.  It’s only Caesar and Brett.  I press my palm against my heart, willing it to slow down.  I’m about to stand and hope I don’t appear a complete fool for being so scared, but I halt my actions when I hear the next sentence.

“We gotta take care of Falk before we can move on Hannah.”

What did he just say?

I lower myself completely to the ground and continue to listen.

“We should be able to catch him off guard easily enough,” Brett says.  “He doesn’t suspect anything.”

“Don’t underestimate him,” Caesar replies.  “That guy knows his job.  It might be two on one at the moment, but I wouldn’t bet against him unless I knew the odds were well stacked in our favor.”

“The problem is, we don’t have any support here.”  Brett stops walking and turns to Caesar.  “Once he’s out of the way, it will be easier.  The others will fall in line.”

“This isn’t about whether or not we have support,” Caesar says.  He places his hands on his hips and looks down at the younger man.  “This is about the future.  Think about it, Brett.  Yeah, the world has changed, and we’re still struggling to figure it all out right now, but that won’t last forever.  We already know of one other group of survivors, and they don’t have any women.  At some point, we’re going to have to start trading for what we need.”

“And we have one thing that everyone is going to need.”