Support Staff (Gunner x Kiandra_Black)

Eric, for the first time in a long time, slept soundly. There was something about being so physically close to Cleo that made him comfortable enough do so. He moved slightly as Cleo slipped from his arms, although he didn't wake, not yet. She got him into his mouth, and he stirred slightly, murmuring, although his eyes still didn't open. Once she engulfed his cock with her mouth and started to swallow, her throat rippling down his cock, his eyes fluttered open. For a moment he was confused, then it all came flooding back; where he was, what had happened, who was under the covers deepthroating him, making him moan loudly.

"Damn Cleo. You know how to give a great wake-up doll." he said.

Eric moaned again, one of his hands grabbing a wad of sheets as his other hand gently rested on Cleo's head, letting her do what she wanted, letting her eagerly work to get a taste of his manhood, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold out long against her.

Cleo chuckled around his erection, her head bobbing up and down. She felt his hand on her head and rewarded him with a suckle at the tip, dipping her tongue into the slit at the top before slowly inching him back in. Her tongue pressed against his skin, as she hollowed her cheeks around him, creating a tighter fit.

Her right hand reached down, palming his balls and massaging his sack while she deepthroated him. Her throat hummed around him as she changed the angle of her head so that she could look up at Eric. Her pouty red lips wrapped around him, her brilliant eyes staring up at him with lust and affection, her curly hair falling around her. The tips of her hair brushed against his skin lightly, sensitizing it. She sucked him down, wanting him to blow, wanting to know that SHE was the one who did this to him, for him.

It wasn't long before his cock started twitching inside her mouth, his hand tightening in her hair while his other twisted it's grip on the sheets. Everything she did brought him closer; playing with his balls, tightening her mouth, teasing him with her tongue. She obviously was very good at this. He looked down, meeting catching her eye, grinning as she sucked on his cock.

"Damn... Cleo... Cleo... CLEO!" he said.

On the last one, his back arched and his hips thrust a little, his hand pushing her a little farther onto his cock. Immediately he came in her mouth, giving Cleo her first true taste of his cum as it blasting into her mouth & throat.

"Oh doll, that was incredible." he said, sliding himself slowly from her mouth, marveling at the thin strands of cum & spit connecting his cock to her.

Cleo swallowed most of it, but a couple thin strands connected her lips to his cock as she slowly slipped him out of her mouth. She smirked at him and licked her lips, removing the strands and swallowing again. Usually she didn't enjoy giving head, but Eric was different. She enjoyed that immensely. It heightened her own pleasure knowing she had made Eric fall that way. She crawled back up to him, stretching out up against his side and relaxing.

"Enjoy that did you?" Her grin showed how proud she was for making him fall apart. In the back of her mind, she seemed to realize exactly how long they had together before they would have to go back to work. Saturday seemed ages away, and she smirked slyly as she realized that she would be sore in the most delicious way.

Eric stretched his arms and yawned a bit lazily at her question, snuggling up to her for a few seconds. He took a slow, deep breath and let it out in a content sigh. Suddenly he remembered what she'd confessed in the shower the night before, and he looked at her with a mischievous grin. One of his hands slowly slid it's way down her side, over her ass, down her thigh, then back up her inner thigh, back to her butt, which he gave a squeeze.

"I did enjoy doll, more than I've ever enjoyed a blowjob. But I think..." he whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her neck.
"...that five seconds seems like a fair handicap to make you a challenge, huh? You should get running, NOW." he whispered, giving her a swat on the ass and starting to sit up.

Cleo smiled at him stretching. As she nuzzled closer, her half asleep brain heard his words and it took her a second to figure out what he meant. She jolted at his slap, which caused her to fall out of bed before breathlessly laughing and taking off. Five seconds wasn't nearly enough time, but she knew her penthouse better than him. Plus, she had help...

"Boys! Distract!!!" She yelled before disappearing around the corner of the door jam. Her two dogs sat up and rushed ti situate themselves between Eric and the bedroom door. They barked at him playfully, thinking this was all a game and patted the floor in front of them. Sarge barked again, his tail wagging one hundred miles away.

While they kept Eric a little longer, Cleo was stepping into her hiding spot, well hidden, in the tiny little hall closet at the entry way of her apartment. As if that wasn't enough, she had slid into the top shelf, behind a large trunk that she kept there. The spot was tiny, and she was ready to escape once he passed it and head back towards the bedrooms. She planned to then hide in one of the closets of the rooms... if she got there without him realizing he had been duped and come back after her.

Eric smirked as she jumped up & counted to five in his head, jumping out of the bed once the count was done. He took a running leap over the dogs, although Sarge moved while he was in the air, causing him to almost trip when he landed, although he managed to save himself at the last minute, thudding into the wall instead. He kept running, although the dogs of course took this as a signal to keep playing. He pushed them away several times, before finally convincing them he wasn't playing by simply crouching low & walking slowly.

"You think you can hide from me, Cleo? I do this for a living, babe..."

Gleefully he looked around the hallway, hunting his prey. It would take the better part of an hour to search the whole place, but he had an idea. He knelt down next to Sarge, the more expressive of the two. He gently patted the dog on the head.

"Hey Sarge, buddy, I need you to go find mommy, okay?"

Sarge looked at him, licked his face, chuffed and toddled off down the hall, stopping in front of the door & pawing at it lightly.

"Good boy. Now run along okay?" he said, gently scratching the top of his head.

Eric opened the door & chuckled.

"Sold out by your pups, doll."

He stood in the entry to the closet, effectively blocking it. Even if she fought, and he hoped she would, she wouldn't be able to escape. Starting at the floor, he began searching his way up. pulling everything away until she could see the walls behind it, and rapping on them to check for hidden compartments. The floor level first, then the next shelf, the next, the next, then he pulled away the trunk and found Cleo hiding right at eye level.

"Ah-ha." he said, smirking.

Cleo heard her dog scratch at the door and cursed silently. She knew Eric had gotten her boys to find her. She heard the door open and held her breath, hoping he would just do a cursory search and continue looking through the apartment.
No such luck.

When she heard the trunk next to her move, she tensed. As he spoke she launched herself at him causing him to drop the trunk and fall backwards before she hopped up and took off into the living room. Her boys pounced on her then, and she wrestled for a second with them before getting out of their grasp and taking off for her secret cache. She knew once she was Eric wouldn't be able to find her. Sarge barked once, warning her that Eric was right behind her and she made the mistake of looking over her shoulder at him.

Bam!

Cleo tripped over the fur rug in front of the television and fell, sprawled out on her stomach as she laughed.

Eric chuckled as he fell backwards and the woman flew over his head. He was back on his feet almost immediately, only a few meters behind her, until she fell. In less than a second, Eric was on her, pouncing like a predatory cat on it's prey. Before she could do anything besides laugh, he had a hand around each wrist, holding her arms over her head & against the floor. He knelt between her legs, using his thighs to keep her legs spread.

"Come on doll, I thought you were gonna be a challenge..." he said with a cocky smirk.

He moved both of her wrists to one hand, freeing his right hand to grab her hips, just a bit roughly, and start to guide his manhood to her slit.

Cleo smirked and relaxed her head before knocking it back and hitting his forehead hard. She wiggled against his grip on her hip, making his target for his erection impossible. She whistled for her boys, who saw her on the floor and they jumped on Eric, creating enough of a space for Cleo to slide out from under him. His hand was still wrapped around her wrists and she crouched in front of him, a feral grin on her face. She whistled again and the dogs retreated from them, and she launched herself at him, pulling her wrists free while pushing him down. She slipped from his grasp and ran back towards the hallway, yelling over her shoulder back at him, "Don't underestimate me babe. Or have you forgotten who taught me most of what I know!?"

Eric had taught her a couple of years ago, how to protect herself after he had come out one night to find her being loomed over by a large drunk man. But she had also gotten lessons from Zach and from most of the men at work. She had a couple of tricks up her sleeve, even if she was naked.

Eric grinned as she slipped his grasp. He ahd been taking it easy with her, although that was simply because, given his training & the emphasis of it, he was a bit afraid of hurting her.

He'd need to be careful not to hurt her, but he wouldn't underestimate her again. He chased her down the hall, slowing for a seocnd to shove one of the dogs into the closet where it had all started, sealing him in. There was still one dog free, but if he needed to, he'd take care of Sarge too; removing her advantage. He followed her down the hallway, hot on her heels, gaining on her in the straight away. He was faster than her, but she was shorter & had a lower center of gravity, meaning she could turn faster. Just as she reached the end of the hallway, he lunged at her, trying to push her up against the wall & pin her there.

(My poor pups!)

Cleo could feel him at her heels and she switched directions into one of the stray bedrooms, as he slammed into the wall behind the door and turned quickly and rushing back up the hall to the living room. She rushed down into the kitchen and stood on one side of the tall kitchen island, turned to see when he would exit the hallway. He wouldn't see her immediately, and she calmed her breathing so silence fell over them. Her eyes picked out Sarge, but she had no idea where her other boy was.

"Captain?" Her voice was quiet and Sarge's tail wagged as her other dog scratched at the closet door. Her eyes narrowed as Eric came into view. It was War. A smirk played on her lips as she looked at him from her spot on the other side of the island.

Eric barely missed her, slamming into the wall, but quickly bouncing off & following Cleo into the kitchen, skidding to a top on the other side of the island. As soon as she isolated herself on the opposite side of the island, he knew exactly what her plan was. If he went left, she'd run right. If he went right, she'd go left. Fortunately for him, she was not the first person to put him in this situation.

So Eric went neither left, nor right. He took several steps back, got a running start and vaulted himself up on top of the island, taking the high ground & being able to lunge at her no matter which way she ran.

As he backed up she noticed exactly where he was going to wind up and lunged for a large crystal centerpiece in the middle of the island and moved it carefully to the back of the counter space, behind the coffee machine. Cleo might be a bit blinded by lust, but that crystal was an antique from her grandmother. Her skin would be flayed off her back if it broke.

Cleo turned back around and looked up at his grinning face. She growled at him and she headed to the right, around the island, switching at the last minute and running to the left, back towards the plush rug in the living room.

Her pussy was soaked, and her juices dripped from her pussy down her legs as she heard him behind her. Damn, this was making her hot.

Eric hadn't been waiting for her to go left or right though. Instead, he'd focused on the one place she'd have to go regardless; the door on HIS side of the island. When she went one way then juked the other it didn't really matter; he held his ground and lunged at her as she tried to make her exit.

He didn't quite catch her, instead tripping her as he fell & stumbled a little. He did though, manage to lock a hand around one of her ankles. He pulled her back towards him, his hands working their way up her legs, hand over hand. His grip slipped for a second when his hand went to a particularly wet spot on her thigh, but he caught his grip again before she could escape. He was pulling her under him, both of them lying on their stomachs in the hallway.

She kicked back at him as she fell, catching herself with her hands. She felt one of his hands slip, her juices helping her out a bit. However, he caught her and began pulling her under him. Cleo wriggled, a smirk on her face as she pushed back against him with her hands, trying to get free.
It wasn't working.
Cleo growled at him, and wriggled farther onto the carpet, half on and half on the cold tile, slipping a bit as she slipped against a wet spot on the tile near her toes. She cringed, and lost ground, finding her ass already at his face when she looked back.
Finally she stopped fighting and sat up on her elbows and watched him from over her shoulder, her back laid out for him like a feast, since she threw her hair over the opposite shoulder, leaving her back bare.

She quirked an eyebrow at him, regal like a queen, as if she was Allowing him to catch her. Her pussy was dripping onto the cold tile below her, cooling rapidly.

She may have let him catch her, but she wasn't going to get off that easily. He had her now, after their merry chase, and he was going to take her, just like she'd wanted. Damn he felt like a man; chasing his prey, catching it, capturing, conquering it; the essence of masculinity.

He took her wrists & pulled the around behind her, holding them with one hand, although with a much stronger grip than the first time he'd done so. He used his other hand to pull her hips up against hers, leaving her almost in the 'doggy-style' position on her knees facing away from him. He quickly guided his cock into her dripping womanhood, slamming it into her from behind, hitting new and different parts of her insides than before. He took a wrist in each hand, using her arms to support her upper body as he fucked her.

"God damn you feel good Cleo..." he grunted.

Cleo panted under him as he adjusted her. As she felt him lift her hips up, she shifted them back, giving him a perfect target. When he drove himself into her, a keening cry fell from her lips. She rested on her face, her head turned so she could breath. A gasp slipped her lips as he continued to drive into her hard.

Cleo felt conquered, like the spoils of war, taken by force. Her pussy gushed around his erection, juice dripping down her thighs, her knees taking the brunt of her weight on the tile. Her back arched in pleasure, as she felt him deep within her, pushing against spots she had never known she had.

"Oh god, you feel amazing babe... Eric! Yes, please, Don't stop!!!"

Eric slammed his thick cock into her, hard & fast, almost like an animal, using her arms for leverage. She felt incredible, so warm, tight, hot and wet; she felt perfect. Eric's every thrust made him grunt, her submission and begging making him feel like the ultimate alpha male. He lost himself in the moment, even giving her ass a slap or two.

Eric was so aroused by the chase & capture that it didn't take long for him to get close, but this wasn't his fantasy. He did his best to hold off, trying to make sure that she got hers first.

"Come on, my dirty doll, I know you're enjoying this..." he grunted.

Her head bowed forward, exposing the back if her neck to him as he ravaged her. She pressed back as much as she could but found herself locked into the position he had placed her in, and so he did most of the work. Her body clenched around him in waves, coming faster and faster. She was so close to falling.

As he smacked her ass, she whined his name, begging him for it, harder, faster... anything to push her over the edge. Suddenly, one of his thrusts scraped against her G-spot as his sack smacked her clit. She froze for a second before her back arched and she slammed up into him, screaming his name, as the dam finally burst free and she fell over that edge that had been taunting her since this morning. Her hips jolted back as her pussy squeezed his cock, tightening around it like a glove.

Eric's breathing was coming more and more ragged as she clenched on his girth. And as close as he was, she was much closer. He hit her G-spot and she froze, which Eric took as the signal to hammer that exact spot over and over and over, slamming his length into her, not stopping even as she screamed his name and came, although his pace slowed significantly. He managed maybe half a dozen more thrusts into her quivering form, before he exploded in orgasm as well. His cock shot his seed for the second time that morning into her.

With his orgasm his entire tensed and froze for several seconds as he squirted inside of her. Then his muscles went weak, and Eric barely managed to avoid toppling over onto her, instead rolling and landing right beside her. For about a minute all he could do was lay next to her & pant, starring into her eyes with a grin plastered on his face.

"So incredible..." he finally managed.

"Damn... if I had known... how explosive... we'd be, I would have... jumped you... a long time ago..." she said, panting for breath while she relaxed against the floor. Sarge came over to sniff them both, making sure they were still alive, before wandering back to the living room. She rolled over onto her back, squealing as her leg came into contact with the wet puddle she had left behind.

After catching her breath, she sat up and grabbed a towel hanging nearby to clean up their combined fluids from the floor. She threw the towel into the bin to wash, and looked down at Eric. She held herself up with her arms out behind her, her breasts heaving with every breath she took. Her eyes shined with happiness, and she looked thoroughly fucked. Her curly hair went everywhere, her skin was blushed pink, and her lips were pouty red from her biting them.

"Why the hell did I wait that long?" She asked herself quietly as she looked back down at Eric, her mind thinking back to all the time wasted.

Captain whined from the closet and she sighed before getting up, slowly, and walking unsteady to the door to let him out. "You know you're going to pay for that... my poor boy, you okay baby?" She cuddled his head before leaning down and placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Oh, ditto doll. I shoulda given in to you years ago." he said, kissing her on the cheek.

Eric grinned a little when she squeaked on the puddle she'd made. The puddle he'd made. Slowly she came to her feet, cleaning up their mess & freeing her pup, who sat across the room & sulked a bit.

"How about I make it up to you, doll. Why don't you get comfy on the couch & find a good movie, and I'll make breakfast. What do you like in your omelet?" he asked.

As he waited for her response, he returned to the bedroom & recovered his boxers & pants. After all, it was unhygienic to cook naked. He cooked up two omelets, one as she liked, and for him, with cheese, red onions, jalepenos, bacon & sausage. He also cooked up two spare strips of bacon, one for each pup. After all, nothing soothed a slight like a bride.

He brought out two plates & two glasses of OJ. Each plate had hashbrowns, pancakes and a huge omelet. After all, Eric was started after that morning & the previous night.

Cleo smiled at him from across the room and leaned down to choose a movie, and placed it in the DVD player. "I like tomatoes, spinach and cheese on my omelettes please babe." She took a quick shower, and dressed in a pair of panties, blue lace, and his shirt, which draped over her very appealingly. She came back out and sat down on the couch, a blanket in her hands as her boys lay down at her feet. Instead of watching the television, she leaned against the back of the couch, her head resting on her crossed arms and watched Eric work around her kitchen.

There was something so very sexy about a shirtless man cooking.

"Oh, that looks so good... I'm starved." She said as he made his way over to the living room. She reached up and took the juice from him and set it down, on coasters, on the coffee table. Captain and Sarge looked up at him as he came down into the living room, and their tails wagged at the sight of him. Cleo smirked at her dogs' reactions to him, and shook her head, knowing her dogs had already forgiven him.
"Seems like you'll only have to make it up to me, seeing as the boys love you now."

"Well, I hope breakfast is a start then." he said, giving her a peck on the cheek.

Cleo wearing his shirt was hot, it was almost like she was showing she was his by wearing his clothing. She needed to wear his clothes more often.

"You know, normally I do my exercising in the morning, but I think this more than counts." he said as he sat down next to her.

He tucked into his food, feeling like he'd ran a half-marathon after the night & morning he'd had. Not that he minded; it had been the time of his life. He wrapped an arm around Cleo after he finished, pulling her gently against him as they watched the movie, then another one. He was really enjoying spending some time with her outside of the bedroom, but every time he looked at her, dressed in just some panties and his shirt, he was reminded of the sexy woman he'd ignored.

"Doll, you trust me, right?" he asked as they were cuddling at the end of the second movie.
"Because I have a fun idea, but you'll have to trust me, okay?" he said, being deliberately vague.