Chapter Five
When Courtney woke up, her first considered action was to brush her teeth and go to the bathroom. She figured she’d passed out about nine and it was after six. She tended to be an early riser and didn’t usually sleep that much and she really needed to pee.
After that she slipped on her shorts and T-shirt, sans bra and panties. She knew Mike had some around somewhere, but she could survive without either for a bit.
She brushed her hair but didn’t bother with makeup, instead creeping out of her room and trying the door of the cabin Pam had planned on using. Which was empty, the bed unused. Pam’s bag was on the floor, so she didn’t have the wrong room.
She raised an eyebrow and looked at the door to the main cabin, then crept to it and tried the door handle. Unlocked. She slowly twisted it down and slid the door open soundlessly…
Mike had woken up when Courtney opened the door to the bathroom. It wasn’t that he was a particularly light sleeper. He could sleep through a firefight if he wasn’t on duty, but he had a very acute security switch, so when someone started moving around he had to ID it. And he was curious what Courtney would do, so he stayed awake. When she headed for his door, he pulled the sheet up to cover most of Pam and simply waited.
Courtney’s expression was… crestfallen when she looked in the room. Mike wanted to laugh, but instead he shook his head and made a motion for silence and for her to wait. Then he carefully slid his arm out from under Pam’s head, gently replacing it with a pillow, and carefully, grimacing, rolled to the side of the bed. He was totally naked, but he figured Courtney could either hide her eyes or get a good look.
Getting out of bed was, as always, a trial. But he finally managed to snag his shorts and get them on, then crept to the door and past Courtney, quietly closing it behind them.
“Are you okay?” Courtney asked as he limped down the companionway.
“I will be,” he said, straightening slowly until he was fully erect. “God, mornings are bad.”
“You’re in worse shape than it looks,” Courtney said, following him into the lounge.
“Lots,” Mike said, slowly bending and stretching. “I didn’t get medically discharged because of this,” he said, waving at the scars. “I got medically discharged because I’ve got major joint damage, well, all over.” He got out the makings of coffee, as well as an apple, taking a bite. “Apple?”
“So you and Pam… ?” Courtney asked, taking a bite of the apple and then finally getting a good look at his back. “Jesus! You’re bleeding in places,” she muttered around the bite.
“Yes, me and Pam,” Mike said, walking over to take a bite as well. He crunched it up for a bit, then leaned down and kissed her.
The apple fell on the floor as her hand went up behind his head and pulled him in, hard. Suddenly they were on the floor, her hands running over his ruined back.
“What will Pam think?” she asked as they came up for air.
“I dunno,” Mike said, his tongue sliding into the juncture between her neck and shoulder. “Let’s go in and ask her.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned as his hand slid down into her shorts and over her ass. “I wanted you to do that,” she moaned.
“I’ve been wanting to do it,” Mike admitted, pushing her shorts down her legs. He pushed her shirt up and over her head and then down, trapping her arms. “And I’ve been wanting to do that, too,” he said, roughly.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her head falling back.
Mike ripped the shorts off her legs then balled them up, stuffing them in her mouth. Her eyes flew open but then shut again as his mouth closed on her nipple and his hand went between her legs. She bit down on the cloth, smelling her own scent and getting even more excited as Mike expertly manipulated her, slowly stroking at her pleasure center, his mouth working on her nipple, sucking and blowing and occasionally nipping lightly until she shook her head from side to side and came so hard she thought she was going to stroke out.
Suddenly he was in her, taking her, one hand clamped over her mouth and the other kneading her breast, hard, pulling at the nipples. She was beyond pleasure, beyond thought, totally in the moment and almost unable to breathe for the strength of the ongoing climax until she thought she would just die right there.
Finally it was over, and as he slipped out of her, she made a little moan of sadness and longing.
Mike pulled the shorts from her mouth and kissed her, tenderly.
“Thank you,” he said, laying his forehead on hers. “Thank you, very much. I’m sorry about that.”
“Thank you,” Courtney said, slipping an arm out of her entrapping shirt and her hand over the back of his neck. “How are you feeling?”
“You mean the joints?” Mike asked, backing away from her gently and smiling. “Exercise helps.” He stood up and held out his hand.
“I think I need a Kleenex or something,” Courtney said.
“Your wish, milady,” Mike said, getting a Kleenex and handing it to her.
“I’ll be right back,” Courtney said, taking his hand to stand up, the other hand between her legs. “This is always embarrassing.”
“I don’t think so,” Mike said, running his hand over her back. “I’ll be right here. There is cuddle time I’m missing.”
When she came out he was on the couch in the lounge, nursing a cup of coffee and another by his side. He had slipped on a pair of shorts, but she was still naked.
“I didn’t know how you took it,” Mike said, waving at the coffee.
“Cream and sugar,” she said, picking up her shirt and shorts and shaking her head. “I’m running out of clothes.”
“And you don’t have any short of your car, which is far far away,” Mike said, waggling his eyebrows and leering. “You are so at my mercy!”
“Oh, be merciful kind sir!” Courtney said, dropping to her knees and grasping at his legs in mock horror. “Please don’t force me to be naked and at your mercy!”
“Don’t tease an old dog,” Mike said, holding out the cup. “I have cream and sugar, but how much?”
“Much,” she said. “Where is it?”
“I’ll get,” Mike said. “You rest your lovely bones.”
“I do need to get some clothes,” Courtney said, looking out the window. “Where are we?”
“Still about five hundred yards from Rumrunners,” Mike said, bringing over cream and sugar and a spoon.
“We are going to be allowed to go back to get clothes, right?” Courtney said, coquettishly.
“Do you play those games?” Mike asked. “From some signs, I’d guess you’d enjoy them.”
“What games?” Courtney asked, taking as sip of coffee. It was strong but not bitter, very smooth. “You make good coffee.”
“Thanks,” Mike said. “Bondage and dominance games was what I was talking about.”
“Uhm, no,” Courtney said, her eyes flying wide. “Are you talking about whips?”
“No,” Mike said, taking his own sip. “We really just played one, right there,” he said, pointing to the spot where they’d made love. “I pinned your arms and gagged you. You seemed to enjoy it.”