A/N: Hello my dear readers. It's been a long time since the first chapter. Here is finally the second part. I'll do my best to upload the third and final part sooner (compared to the time passed by to now ).
Special thanks goes to YouHaveLovelyHair and lovingthis for beta-reading this story, despite being busy. Thank you so much! The last parts are changed so all mistakes are mine :)
Enjoy!
Flashbacks of what happened yesterday went through Jess's mind and she frantically tried to get rid of them, typing in words of code into the computer she was sitting in front of with more force than she needed to, hoping that the problem she was trying to solve would distract her from her mind. She didn't want to think about what had happened, about how she had felt in his arms and moreover about how vulnerable she had felt after he left her there, his callous words still sounding through her mind.
The program code still wasn't working and that frustrated her even more.
A new tech started walking towards her, visibly worried about her behaviour this morning. It's been only two weeks since the ARC recruited him fresh from university to work his computer skills within these walls and he was still trying to get his head around the fact that barely 50 feet from this room was a menagerie harbouring dinosaurs and other creatures from past and future. The only sunshine inside this building, who helped him cope with anomalies, computer bugs and pissed off soldiers was acting really strange today and he wanted to find out why. The horror story, an elder colleague told him the other day, about a fungus who controlled your brain as soon as you got infected, turning you into a mushroom zombie, still sounded through his head as he came to a halt right next to her.
"Miss Parker?" he started, interrupting her hammering onto the keyboard. His nervousness sounded in his voice as he asked: "Is everything alright with you?"
"I'm fine!" Jess spat back, turning around to see who had dared to interrupt her. But as soon as she saw his fearful eyes staring widely at her, all her anger and frustration was washed away, leaving nothing but a sense of guilt for her outburst.
"Oh my gosh, Kyle. I'm so sorry," she apologised sincerely, shocked about her own reaction. What had just happened? She was supposed to be the bubbly, funny and peaceable person who always knew how to lighten up the day whenever someone had a bad one and not that snappy bitch who let out her anger on others.
"It's just, well I hadn't slept all night and I can't fix this stupid bug and I'm so sorry, I really didn't want to snap at you," the young woman explained, trying to save the situation.
"It's fine. I know how frustrating such bugs can sometimes be. You want me to have a look?" the boy replied, relieved that her anger had a natural source.
"That would be so great!" Jess answered, flashing him her best bright smile she could manage before copying the code onto a stick and handing it over.
Kyle grinned like a Cheshire Cat, stowing the little device into his pocket. "I'll do my best," he promised before turning around and heading back to his seat.
Jess closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling through her pursed lips before she looked back at the white lines on her monitor. 'Get a grip Jessica Parker and concentrate,' she reprimanded herself.
Another deep breath and she felt her composure getting back. Smiling lightly, she whispered to herself: "Back to work," and her fingers aimed for the keys.
"Hey Jess," Becker whispered smilingly into her ear, causing her to jump.
"You! Don't ever sneak up on me again, you hear!" she hissed in a low voice, not daring to look at the soldier. It needed only those two little words to make all her confidence disappear, only this little tickle his breath caused on her skin and her body was already reacting to him, in a way Jess disliked to the fullest. It was her body, god dammit, she should have control over it, but those betraying limbs already ached for his touch, her stomach tortured her with millions of butterflies, making her feel like she had a caffeine-overdose. Oh how she hated this!
The soldier knew after what he did yesterday, she wouldn't have thrown herself around his neck, but her reaction wasn't anything he could have imagined. "Look, Jess, I just wanted-"
"Aren't you supposed to do some security stuff? In the armoury?" she cut him off in a harsh voice. It was such a relief when she came to work and didn't see him around. And after four hours of work without him coming up, she really thought today she wouldn't have to deal with him, or anomalies, but there he was, standing right next to her, his upper body bent over sending his arousing scent of gunpowder and sweat right through her nostrils. But this time she wouldn't give in. Not after what he did yesterday. She would stay strong. Her mind would keep control over her body.
"I wanted to apologise, Jess," Becker confessed low-voiced. He was taken aback by her sardonic words, but knew he had deserved each one of them. He had instantly felt guilty for his actions as soon as he was out of that room, but couldn't bring up the courage to turn around and say sorry on the spot. All he could do now was eat humble pie and rescue whatever was left of their precious friendship.
The used-to-be light-hearted Field Coordinator only rolled her eyes, vowing to herself to not let him off that easily. "For what? Doing this to me? Playing all the 'I'm the mighty Head of security, I'm in charge of everything and everyone' - card. Getting me done and then fucking off without so much as a 'by your leave'?" she questioned wryly, staring daggers at him. Her anger almost made her burst from inside and she felt the huge urge to scream and punch at him.
"Could you please keep your voice down?" he whispered to her, silently pleading her to not make a scene. He already felt awkward enough. His workplace really wasn't the right location for this sort of talk, but Jess's sad, angry eyes were enough to stop him walking away to try again later. He had lain awake the night before, tossing and turning, guilt ridden and despondent. Becker was in no mood to delay further. They were starting to get looks from the other ARC workers in the room and Becker was in no mood to give them more fodder for gossip. He was supposed to be above the tittle tattle of the other workers, he had a reputation to maintain and how were his men supposed to look up to him if this little bright girl could make him lose his cool?
That was enough. How could he dare to make her seem like she was just an overreacting housewife. That stupid bastard! "Argh!" Jess screamed, standing up, grabbing a couple of files from the already-done-stack and stamping out of the hub.
Becker followed her quick pace in silence, completely ignoring the audience. He waited until they reached an empty corridor before speaking out: "I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, Jess."
"What?" Jess questioned flabbergasted, stopping to face him. "What?" she questioned again, still not believing what she just heard. "Feel uncomfortable? How dare you Becker! You said 'See you around' like we had just talked about weather. Like I was no one. Like it didn't mean anything to you," she stated, looking fiercely into his eyes. Jess felt salty liquid trying to reach her eyes, but she wouldn't allow herself to cry in front of him. She clenched her jaw. No! She wasn't weak! She was strong. Stronger than everyone thought. She wouldn't break down and cry her heart out in front of somebody who wasn't worth it.
She turned around, continuing her way. Her pumps sounded like heavy combat boots with each step she made. Passing soldiers sent puzzled looks in their direction, curious about what was going on but too scared to ask. Never before have they seen their Field Coordinator so full of anger. Becker stepped in front of Jess as she tried to turn left at the end of the corridor, forcing her to wait for him, to let him have his say.
This outraged Jess even more. Enforcing every last bit of self-control she had left, she just turned around, going the other direction instead. No! This man wouldn't made her burst out in front of all her colleagues.
Becker just sighed, letting her gain some space before following behind. Jess reached the door to the stairways. Opening the heavy metal with a strength she didn't know she was capable of, she quickly scurried through, heading downstairs. The missing sound of the slamming door made her aware that Becker was close behind.
Knowing that they were alone, the soldier declared himself loudly. "It wasn't that I had planned this. It just came over me and then I didn't know what to say to you," he stopped, seeing her at the exit of the 3rd sub-level, looking hurt up at him.
"You could have said nothing!" Jess burst out with tear filled eyes, throwing her hands up in frustration and causing the files she held to scatter to the ground. Without a sound she squatted down recollecting the sheets of paper, fearing she would start to cry any second. The day had already started bad, and got worse with every minute. Jess really didn't know how much more she was able to take.
"Jess," Becker said soothingly and spurted to her side, helping to grab the reports. Seeing her so vulnerable and knowing that he was the reason for it, truly tugged at his heartstrings.
"No!" she just yelled at him.
"Jess!" he replied, his own frustration starting to build up.
"Stop 'Jess'ing me!" the woman hissed, prying the files he was holding out of his hands and fleeing through the door.
Becker sighed audibly. He hated and loved it at the same time that this woman made it so difficult for him. Getting up and following her, he needed only three large steps to be able to grab her arm and make her stop. He lowered his head to have a better look. "Jess, could you please listen to me?"
Jess clearly avoided his eyes, fixing an invisible spot at the opposite wall and shoving his hand away. "Don't touch me," she ordered. Her mind was full of anger, but she still found it hard to resist his touch. She knew it was a great risk for her control the closer she got to him.
Instantly missing the contact, the soldier still obeyed. He didn't want her to feel even more uncomfortable. "I'm truly sorry, Jess," Becker looked with his puppy dog eyes at her, knowing what effect they would have on her.
Jess was well aware that he was playing his trump card. Avoiding that look at all costs, she still didn't want to leave. To be true, she wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him, to have him apologise again and again as he held her, but this wouldn't happen. He needed to know what he had done to her. "It was so embarrassing," she explained, her head slightly shaking from side to side to get the memories out of her mind. "I felt so humiliated."
"Believe me girl, that was the last thing I wanted you to feel," Becker answered dearly. He grabbed her chin, caressing the skin with his thumb, trying to make her look at him.
"Why didn't you stay?" Jess questioned, her blue eyes looking for an answer in his hazel ones.
"Cause I'm a jerk," the soldier admitted. Taking a deep breath he confessed, whispering: "I had the guts to finger you, but I hadn't the guts to look you into the eyes."
"Why?" she asked with such sorrow in her voice that it almost ripped him apart.
"Because I was scared," Becker replied, straightening himself to bring some distance between them. He was no man who admitted his feelings to others, nor someone who could talk about his fears so easily, but still she made him do it and even if he wanted to talk to her about everything, this was something completely new.
"Of what?" Jess burst out, her anger rising again. "You had just given me," she looked around, making sure they really were alone, and lowered her voice to a whisper "an orgasm," before she spoke normal again. "Did you really think I would send you to hell?"
"No!" he denied, frowning. Why didn't she understand? Why did he had to tell her each and everything? Couldn't she read between the lines?
"Then I really don't get your point!" Jess shouted in frustration, shoving him aside and walking away.
Becker rolled his eyes, this talk was getting really frustrating. But he couldn't let her leave. If only he knew what to say to make her understand how he felt? He was not a man of words, but of action, and that was what he was going to do right now.
The soldier sprinted forward, grabbing both her upper arms, pressing her against his body. This way he hadn't to look into her eyes when he was saying what he had to say. With his thumbs he started to caress the fabric above her skin while he whispered into her ear. "I was afraid I couldn't stop."
Hearing his deep voice saying those words sent hot waves through Jess's body, ending in her private area. Her heart started racing and she felt her legs getting weak. Was this it? Was he finally going to admit?
"Do you have the slightest idea how sweet you smell?" Becker continued whispering, sending shivers down her spine. "And taste? How much I want you? I can't think of anything but you. And yesterday made it even worse." After he bore his heart to her, he waited for her to say something, putting all his hope into her reaction.
"Let go of me," Jess whispered and was instantly bestowed with freedom.
Becker stepped aback, the invisible knife the girl just stabbed through his chest let the blood in his veins dripping down to the floor. He couldn't move, or think. So he just waited for her to turn around, saying that she didn't mean it that way, saying that she wanted him as well, saying anything to him, but instead she walked away.
Was this it? Did he ruin their friendship, their whatever it was they had and whatever it may have become with his words he had said so recklessly? Should he let her go? Should he leave? Should he give up?
No!
That was no option! He was a soldier! And soldiers never give up!
Clenching his fists, he jogged after her, and once again blocking her way.
"Jess, please," Becker begged, not letting her pass.
"What do you want from me now?" Jess screamed in frustration. His words made her that confused, she really didn't know what to say, let alone think.
"Forgive me," he answered matter-of-factly.
"Are you nuts?" Jess asked in real disbelief. "You left me with nothing but meaningless words. I had a horrible night, and a horrible day. I even snapped at an innocent colleague, who was really nice to me by the way, and now you come along like nothing happened, say those words to me and ask me for forgiveness?"
"Well that really sounds awful, but," the soldier halted, thinking it over but coming to no other end than "yes?" He actually wanted to ask further about that 'nice' colleague but realised quickly that this was neither the time nor the place.
"Then let me tell you something, Captain Hilary James Becker! You will need a lot more than just this cheap apology to make me forgive you!" She was Jessica Parker after all, Head Field Coordinator of a secret government facility since the age of 19. No one could play with her and have a close shave! Pleased with her own words, she nodded to herself, brimming over with self-confidence and starting to walk away again.
Becker screamed inwardly. He was the Head of Security, he should be able to handle this. He should be able to win this battle. He narrowed his eyes, fixed to the woman's swaying hips, calculating his next moves.
Before she was out of reach, he grabbed around her waist, pulling her back and pressing her against the concrete wall, his body blocking all possible escape paths.
"Then tell me what to do and I'll do it, anything Jess, to make you forgive me," he told her in such a serious way it staggered himself.
This time Jess didn't reply, she couldn't. Her body was stiff, unable to move with him surrounding her completely. Her mind was refusing to form the words she wanted to say, needed to say, to not to give in. Her heart was racing even faster, skipping some beats as he lowered his head. Her eyes, fixed to his lips as they came closer and closer, making her own lips part unintentionally. But milliseconds before the final clash, Jess turned away and, with the last free will that was left, she forcefully freed herself, walking a couple of steps before she stopped again, leaning against the wall for support. Her chest still rose and fell in quick movements, bringing the oh so needed oxygen to her cells to let the arousal subside. She didn't recognise that Becker had dragged her along the way to the nearest storage room nor that he had shoved her inside. Only the loud click of the door locking brought her out of her daze. She didn't have enough energy to think about what was going on or the will to protest, she only was capable of letting her body respond to him.
The room was pitch black, but Becker didn't bother to put on the lights. He had needed just that split second before closing the door shut to memorize that they had a free way to the table at the end. He lifted her up, hearing her sharp inhale in surprise and the sound of paper scattering on the ground, as he felt her arms wrapping around his neck for support. Her body quivered lightly against his steady one as he held her close to himself, walking to the end. Reaching the desk, he used one arm to get rid of the stuff that was put on it with one quick move before gently placing her on top.
The other arm still around her back, holding her tight, his free hand now explored her body, caressing her bare thigh down to her knee and positioning her leg around his hip, he moved up again, digging his fingers teasingly into her soft flesh while he moved towards her hip, feeling her quiver and twitch the closer he got to her core. Her gasps got quicker and he knew he had her at a point where he could take her anywhere, but still this moment needed to be savoured as long as it could. Moving his fingers further upwards passing her hip, he got a protesting grumble as answer. The darkness swallowed his smirk, before serious features recaptured his face. His fingers continued moving up along her side, passing her breast without to touch. He could feel her already hard nipples against his chest, pressing deeper and deeper into him with every aroused breath she took. He would definitely come back to those perfectly shaped bosoms and give them the attention they deserved but right now, there was something else he desired even more. He went with his hand to her neck, his fingertips tenderly stroking her soft skin before they moved further up, digging themselves into her soft hair and moving to the back of her head. Gently, he massaged her skull, his fingers lightly scratching while pushing her head slowly forward until their foreheads leaned against each other.
"May I kiss you?" Becker breathed with lust and desire.
Jess had her eyes closed, already leaning in. Impatiently awaiting his lips, she answered: "You really need to ask?"
She had barely finished her sentence as he pressed his mouth onto hers, kissing her eagerly and passionately. His tongue darted forward, pushing itself past her lips and entering her hot, wet mouth, stroking across her tongue almost forcefully as he reached as deep as he could. After the first wave of greed subsided these strokes softened and slowed, their tongues starting to play with each other, gently moving in and out, teasing. His teeth softly nibbled at her now fully swollen lips before he granted himself entry back into her mouth, continuing their play.
Jess was putty in his arms. She couldn't do anything but to react to his movements. All her mind was able to think about was to satisfy the needs of her aroused body. She wrapped her other leg around his hip, pressing his already solid manhood firmly where she needed him. Her arms encompassing his neck, pulling him closer against herself, removing every little space that was left between their bodies. She needed him, she wanted him, right then and there.
She was trying to kill him, Becker was sure. Barely able to hold back when she was so willing, he leant forward, pushing Jess back into the desk. He moved both his hands to her breasts, clasping and kneading them, while his lips started their trail along her neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking the skin, leaving soft red marks until his mouth found her cleavage. His hands made quick work of the buttons of her top and freed her breasts in an instant. Her hard nipples practically begged for attention and Jess gasped as he closed his hot mouth around one, sucking hard as he rolled its twin between his fingers.
Jess dug her fingers into his hair, scratching his skull with every move he made. Her gasps got deeper, slowly turning into moans, as the tip of his tongue started to circle around her areola occasionally flicking over her nipple. She felt the heat building up inside of her, rolling over like a tidal wave and started to rock her hips, desperate for release. Shortly before she could take no more, Becker released her breast, moving his lips to the other. The wave that had begun to subside quickly built itself up again as his tongue worked its magic.
Jess was unbelievably close. "Oh god!" she managed to say through breathless gasps. Instantly regretting her outcry as Becker released her nipple, looking up to her with a bold grin. She huffed in frustration and ground her hips against him as she felt her arousal easing off.
Becker waited for Jess to catch her breath, before he brushed his fingers around her sensitive skin. He wanted her to finish, but damn he didn't want her to come yet.
"I like that," he pronounced through soft kisses between her breasts before blowing cool air onto the spots.
"What?" Jess questioned, finally having enough strength to form words with her lips.
"You calling me god," he answered smugly, grinning from cheek to cheek.
"Argh! You!" The young woman hissed, though smiling at his teasing. She moved her hands from his neck to his cheeks, pulling his head towards her breasts.
Becker grinned as he removed her hands from his face, refusing to be where she wanted."No Jess. There is plenty of you that needs attention," he explained, his smug grin being audible in his words.
"Becker!" the young woman whined in frustration, not having the patience to wait any longer.
Becker shook his head, enjoying making her beg. "I know girl," he replied, kissing her on the forehead. "Don't worry, you will have enough pleasure," he confirmed placing another soft kiss on the same spot before he added: "But only on my terms."
He moved lower, gently pressing his lips onto her still swollen mouth, kissing her deeply, while he placed her arms above her head. Goosebumps followed as his hands glided down the skin of her forearms, then her upper arms, moving lower, across her breasts. He paused, teasing the firm nipples with the sensitive tips of his fingers, and then further down to her ribcage, feeling the bones beneath the skin, lifting and lowering in a steady rhythm. He kissed a trail down her body until he reached her navel. Pressing the tip of his tongue into the little hollow, Becker tasted the salty scent of her sweat, before placing a wet kiss just above, making her already boiling blood rush through her veins. He dipped his tongue back in as his hands went to the seam of her skirt, blindly searching until they found the zip. Target found he quickly pulled it down before removing her skirt in one move.
Jess's bare cheeks made little sound as they came back into contact with the surface. Becker's fingers skimmed her ankles, teasing their way to her hips as he settled his body between her legs. Her lust reached new heights as his heat seeped into her and she wanted to feel him completely, everywhere around and inside of her. But while her body wanted more, her mind was torn, his touch was like nothing she had felt before, heating her flesh, making her want it to last forever. Still, her ecstasy was prehensile, her core ached for penetration that much that she would've used the leg of a chair just to assuage her inner muscles. And any part of the soldier in front of her was smoother than a chair leg. Jess hated torture. Although that, what the Captain did to her, was too sweet to end, she wanted him finish her now.
Becker lowered his head right between her tights, breathing in her fragrance. He moaned as the scent flattered his nostrils and buried his head deeper, using his hands on her hips to give pressure from the opposite direction. 'This is what heaven must feel like,' he thought to himself, relishing every moment. The bulge in his trousers was nearly bursting through the densly woven material, but he ignored his own desire. Instead he pushed his head firmer against her core. His nose feeling the little nub beneath the soaked cloth of her panties, he started to rub with it up and down in little movements.
Jess cried in arousal, quickly clasping her hands above her mouth to stiffen the sounds. She didn't want to let anyone hear what was happening inside this unremarkable room. The room, she would never again look at in the same way for the rest of her life.
The Captain's head shot up instantly. "Don't do that, Jess," he said while removing her slip. "No one will hear us down here. No one but me. And I want to hear you - scream."
Jess's cheeks blushed deeply at the plea, but still she obeyed and placed her hands back above her head. She gasped heavily, whimpering, as she felt him taking back his position between her legs. Becker's right hand clasped around her tight, digging its fingers into the already sensitive flesh of her inner side, holding her in position, while his left hand moved upwards, caressing her belly and, from time to time, gliding further up to her nipples to help them keep staying at attention. Jess's whole body felt like it was on fire wherever his large fingers got in touch with the skin. Her cheeks now burned with lust, knowing of what would come next.
Becker licked across her folds, getting a first taste of the fluid he already felt addicted to. He swallowed, moaning with pleasure as the juice passed his throat. "You're even sweeter than yesterday," he remarked, making the woman clutch her hands onto her eyes in embarrassment. A reflex, since the darkness around shielded her from his eyes. He sucked them in, before using the back of his nose again to rub against the little bunch of nerves. Being rewarded with gasps and moans, he felt the woman's body convulsing in arousal the longer he teased her clit. But still he didn't want to release her, not yet. Whenever he felt her coming too near to the edge, Becker stopped, caressing only her outer tights with kisses and soft nibbles or simply keeping his head still, letting her feel the warmth of his skin and the slight pressure.
With each round her agitation needed less time to the peak, and finally Becker decided to set her free. He used the tip of his tongue to place tiny circles on top of her nub, slowly increasing the pressure. As her whimpers resonated louder through the room, he gripped her hips with both his hands, pulling Jess's body down while now rubbing hard against her clit as fast as he could.
Jess panted heavily, gasping for air. She started screaming Becker's name as the ecstasy built itself up again until his magical tongue sent her over the edge with a final scream. A mind-blowing orgasm flooded through her body like a tidal wave, making her muscles contract convulsively. Becker kept on rubbing her clit until he felt her spasms subside and her body relax. Then he placed soft kisses on her tights, the skin next to her outer folds and her pubic mound, while listening to the sweet sound of Jess's pants. He almost boasted with pride, knowing that it was him who made her come with such overpowering force.
Jess was exhausted but happy, thinking that it was over now, that the Captain would finally release her from his sweet torture as he stood up, removing his shirt. His upper body bent down on her, his left hand clutched around her waist, pulling up her pelvis. Becker stepped forward, to straddle her legs a little more whilst his chest pressed down onto her upper body, before he turned his head to french her.
Jess tasted herself in his kiss, but she didn't mind at all. With delight she let him rub his tongue across hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck to drag him closer, she neither needed nor wanted any unnecessary space between their bodies. When he entered her with two digits, she moaned into his kiss. Becker pushed inside as deep as he could before removing his fingers almost completely. His thumb rested firm onto her clit as he slid his fingers back inside of her, in and out, increasing the pace and then moving in circles, stretching the flesh, harder and faster against her spot. He felt her struggle beneath him, her body trying to get away from the too soon contact, so he grasped tighter. All Jess could do was freeing herself from his kiss to gulp for air. It didn't take long and he rubbed her over the edge into a second screaming orgasm.
Coming down again, both gasped with exhaustion. It took some minutes before Becker removed his fingers, leading them to his mouth to lick off the precious juice. He planted light kisses along her neck, smiling satisfied into the skin. As he felt his strength back, he pulled her up, sitting down on the floor with her in his lap, her core right onto his bulge. He hugged her tightly, gently kissing her on the lips, requesting entrance, which was granted with pleasure by the still exhausted woman.
Jess felt too weak to move her body on her own. But she didn't need to, the Captain's strong arms cradled her with ease, while his hands moved across her skin, making it feel like they were everywhere at the same time. She rested her head onto his shoulder, clasping her arms closer around his neck and her legs around his hip.
"Do you forgive me now?" his husky voice sounded in the air.
The woman chuckled, slightly shaking her head. She needed several deep breaths before she could answer: "You wish! As great -," she paused, inhaling again, "- and overwhelming you were just now -," another deep breath was needed to supply her lungs with oxygen, "- but you'll need much more than two cries of pleasure to make me forgive you."
"Three cries?" the Captain asked bluntly, a smug grin on his lips.
"Oh, no!" the slender woman countered, "at least one dinner, one lunch and one breakfast for me to even think about it."
"You're quite a tough foe, aren't you?" His statement made Jess giggle with delight. Becker chuckled as well, hugging her tighter and snuggling his head into her soft hair, breathing in her raspberry-shampoo.
Some minutes of silence passed by before the soldier rose his voice again: "Jess?"
"Hm," she murmured her attention.
"Would you like to go out with me?"
Jess eagerly nodded her approval, grinning happily and snuggling closer to her companion. "I'd love to."
A/N: I really hope you liked the story. Please leave a note and tell me. I do love reviews and appreciate your opinion. :o)
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