The General's Lover, page 8
part #7 of Assassin-Shifter Series
James smiled thinking back to the first night of their meeting. He’d felt even smaller than his five foot ten inches when he’d tried to kiss Derek that first night. They were getting along so well and had so much in common. James swore the man was into him, just the way Derek looked at him. Then he’d tried to kiss him. Yeah, that part sucked.
James went to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water. He sat on the couch and looked around his house. He lived alone, always had. The few boyfriends he’d had had never moved in with him and he was fine with that. He’d never wanted a roommate; he controlled the remote and left shit where he wanted, fuck it. His living room was the room he spent most of his time in anyway - big flat screen TV, comfy couch. When he’d moved out to Arizona it was to get away from the crowds of D.C. Now he couldn’t see living anywhere else. The doorbell rang and he looked at the time with a brow raised. He pushed himself off the couch and hobbled to the front door. He was sure the shock on his face was evident when Derek Jacobs stood on his front steps.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Afghanistan?”
Derek stood uneasily and not sure what to do. And dammit James was in a fucking towel. “Um, can I come in?” James moved aside and put his hand out. “Be my guest.”
The door closed and James leaned up against it trying to support himself, his cane was still by the couch. Shit. Derek looked
fantastic, stupid asshole. James sighed. “So, what’s up? Why are you here, Derek?”
“Look, I’m sorry I came over so late, I just wanted to talk to you. You weren’t answering your phone, and the way we left things
wasn’t good.” Derek stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets.
“You mean when you blew me off again? Oh, speaking of which,” James hobbled over to the coffee table and grabbed Derek’s
dog tags. “I’m sure you’ll be needing these back.”
“You can keep them.” Derek was waiting for James to fall over; he was stubbornly not using his cane. “I won’t be needing them
anymore.”
“Okay.” James arched a brow. “As much as I’d love to hear the reason behind that statement, can I put some clothes on?” Do you have to? “Oh, shit, yeah I guess so.”
James went to move and realized his leg was numb. He felt himself falling forward and then he was in Derek’s arms, inches from his
face and all the air was sucked out of the room. When he looked in Derek’s eyes he saw the want there, the need, but he wasn’t going to
go there again, not after everything that happened. “Thanks for the save.” And that’s when he realized the towel was no longer on his body.
Not only was he naked, he had a hard-on from hell.
Derek felt his cock standing straight up at the sight of James naked and in his arms. It was too much. He swung James up in his
arms and walked through the house.
“What the fuck are you doing?” James shouted, struggling in Derek’s strong grip.
“Taking what’s mine, what’s always been mine.” He found a bedroom, put James down on the bed and started taking off his own
clothing. James was looking at him like he was crazy, or deranged, or stupid, he didn’t know which one and he didn’t much care. He
wanted James.
“What are you doing?” James whispered. Derek’s clothes were coming off at an alarming rate. “Nothing’s changed, Derek.” “You were right, James. I’m an asshole. It took me this long to realize that I can’t be without you. I love you. I think I have for a
long time.” Derek’s last piece of clothing fell to the floor and he saw James’ mouth drop open. “I want you.”
James sat staring at a very impressive cock waving ‘hi’ at him; it stuck straight out and bounced all the while Derek moved to the bed. He was in shock; nothing would come out of his mouth. Derek moved over him, pushing him back on the bed as his hand slid up James’ thigh. “I...” James swallowed hard and tried to say something…anything.
Derek looked into big blue eyes and caressed James’ face softly. He was absolutely beautiful. His lips were perfect; Derek ran his fingertip over the bottom one, feeling how soft it was. His hand continued its path up James’ leg and he dipped his head down and looked into James’ wide eyes. “I want to kiss you, can I?”
James nodded; the English language had escaped him. Derek’s hand was on his face and then he felt soft lips on his own. He didn’t move, didn’t open his mouth; he let Derek take charge. It was a soft kiss and Derek pulled away slowly looking in his eyes.
“Do you not want this?” Derek asked. He wanted James and he had for a long time. Now he was worried because the man hadn’t said much since he’d brought him to the bedroom.
James finally found his voice and looked up into Derek’s eyes. “I still want you, that hasn’t changed. I can’t do this anymore though, Derek. I need you in my life. You can’t keep leaving me. I can’t be second anymore to the Army.”
“I put in my retirement paperwork.” Derek looked down in James’ face. “I got orders to Fort Huachuca until my time runs out.”
“You…you retired?”
Derek smiled and nuzzled James’ nose. “Yes, I put in for retirement. Did you not hear a word I just said? I’m in love with you, James; I want us to start a life together. Please tell me it’s not too late for that; please tell me I haven’t lost you for good.”
James took Derek’s face in his hands. “I love you, I always have.”
Derek let out a sigh of relief; he’d been such an ass. James was still looking at him like he had a dick growing out of his forehead. “What?”
“I’m just - confused, I guess. I didn’t think you wanted me after that first night. I tried to kiss you—”
“Yeah, well,” Derek chuckled softly. “I knew I was gay then, I just wasn’t ready to be in a relationship with a man. I hadn’t really done much either. Most of my sexual encounters were with women back then. I’d had a few with one man but it didn’t progress into anything, more like me testing the waters.”
“So, you did want me that night?” James asked.
“Oh, God yes, James, I wanted you. I still do.”
Derek leaned in and kissed James. His tongue begged for entrance and James opened up to him. He slid his tongue in and finally got a taste of James Pruitt, and oh how sweet he was. He wanted to lick every damn inch of the man. Their tongues teased, rubbed and flowed; Derek’s hand slid between James’ legs and he found a hard cock waiting for him, leaking for his touch. Well, hello.
James arched his back as Derek gripped him, stroking him from root to tip, his thumb running across the leaking tip. Derek made his way down, letting his tongue trail James’ body. He stopped at a nipple flicking it and taking it between his teeth, biting softly and eliciting a low moan from James. God, that turned him on. Making a trail over James’ body, Derek pushed his legs out carefully and made his way between them. His mouth watered knowing he’d have James’ pretty cock in his mouth in mere seconds.
“I have to fucking taste you,” Derek growled.
“Oh fuck me…” James whispered.
The pain in his leg was gone because Derek was sucking his dick. That hot, wet mouth was sucking his dick and he forgot how to breathe. He was pretty sure he had no idea what his name was either. Derek was one talented man; his tongue was running the length of him, fingers playing at his hole as he swallowed him. Teasing flicks of Derek’s tongue danced along the pulsing vein in his cock and God help him he whimpered. One hand worked his prick as the other one was pushing into him, rubbing his sweet spot. And all the while Derek was sucking the hell out of him. Derek had a nice, tight suction on the crown of his dick and James’ legs started shaking. He’d found heaven and was now taking up residence.
“Oh…fuck…” James whimpered.
Derek sucked the tip letting it out with an audible pop, and leaned down to James’ ear. “Do you have lube?”
James pointed to the drawer.
Derek smiled and leaned back on his knees, his chest in full view of James. Oh my. Derek had one hell of a nice body, not one hair on that perfect muscular chest. Strong, defined pectoral muscles were now in his face as Derek leaned across the bed. He couldn’t help himself; he ran his hands up Derek’s chest, palms flat, making a slow trip up then making their way back down running over some nice abs. Derek’s skin was surprisingly soft and James itched to taste the man, run his tongue over the strong muscles.
Derek took James’ hand and put it on his cock. “Touch me.”
“Uh huh…” James nodded.
Oh holy hell. James ran his hand down Derek’s cock and stroked him slowly as Derek lubed his fingers. His fingers came to the crown and he tightened his grip around it and sat up and took a nice long lick around the head. He heard Derek gasp, and ran his tongue through the slit and around the head again. Derek’s breathing had changed and James could hear soft moans as his tongue worked his cock.
“Fuck…James.”
“Mmm…”
Oooh I like that. James smiled at Derek’s low sultry voice. Fuck, but that was a turn on. He pulled Derek up by his ass, bringing him up higher to his mouth and swallowing him. There was a loud gasp and then James decided to hum a happy tune, sending vibrations down Derek’s hard prick.
“Oh my fucking God,” Derek almost yanked James off his dick; he was too fucking horny. He lubed his cock and, taking James’ ass in his hands, slid in swiftly with one thrust.
“Fuck!” James grabbed the bed and held on; fuck but the burn in his ass hurt.
Derek had James’ ass in his hands; he stopped and waited. “Shit, I’m sorry - are you ok?”
James closed his eyes. He had a cock in his ass that was roughly nine inches long and felt about the same in girth, and Derek wanted to know if he was okay? “Just…go slow ok?”
“I’m sorry…it’s been a while,” Derek smiled.
He leaned over and ran his tongue over James’ lips. Fuck, but he was tighter than all hell. He could feel the heat coming off James and pulled out slow and easy. He kept up slow, even thrusts waiting for James to relax around him. Although part of him loved that hot, tight ass wrapped around his cock, he wanted James to be comfortable. James was moaning and trying to grab at his own dick and Derek pushed his hand out of the way, stroking James as he sunk in deeper. He hadn’t had sex in what seemed like years and that was with a woman. That didn’t even compare to this. Once James relaxed, Derek drove in harder; there was a soft ‘hell yeah’ and then Derek took it to the next level. Picking James up by his ass and lifting him higher, he angled his hips and slammed into him.
“Oh, Jesus Christ…” James gasped.
James moaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Truth be told, he liked a little man-handling and Derek was definitely handling him. Their eyes were locked as Derek sunk into him completely, burying his erection to the hilt. James looked into heavy lidded eyes as Derek moved inside him; they fit, he knew they would. His fingers gripped Derek’s biceps as the man moved inside him, filling him. His breath caught as Derek drew back and then forward again; the pain was lessening and the movements became less erratic as Derek finally got his rhythm. The pleasure came rushing in and James grabbed Derek’s back.
“Oh God…James.” Derek’s balls seized up and hid in his body; James let out a guttural moan as cum splashed up his stomach and over Derek’s hand. Derek felt his spine snap and pulled out, shooting cum all over James’ chest and stomach. He fell over on top of James and buried his face in his neck. He could feel his pulse going crazy.
James tried to breathe normally. Holy hell. His ass was on fire, but hot damn it felt good, too. James chuckled and bit Derek’s earlobe. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
“God, yes,” Derek sighed and nuzzled James’ neck.
“See what you have been missing out on?” James wrapped his arms around Derek.
Derek looked over at James; his face was flushed and sweat was still rolling down his temple. “I am sorry, I never meant to hurt you or make you feel unwanted. God knows I have wanted you for a long time.”
James closed his eyes as Derek kissed his neck letting his tongue slide up to his jaw line; their tongues met and teased then Derek dove into his mouth taking him by surprise. Hot, wet kisses were followed by low moans and James was hard again. “Stop.”
Derek pulled back and looked in his eyes. James was breathing hard and his pupils were blown. “What is it?”
“Even though we’ve had sex, are you going to be able to be with me?”
Derek closed his eyes and sighed. “I can’t come out—” he saw James open his mouth and stopped him with a kiss. When he felt James was out of breath he pulled away, “just yet, but I do want to be with you. I will come out for you James, I promise you that.”
James caressed Derek’s face. “You love me.”
“More than anything I love you, James Pruitt.” Derek pulled James into his chest tighter. “I want everything with you.”
“Define everything.”
~~ James woke up horny, hungry and so sore he couldn’t move. He rolled over and felt his ass protest. One eye opened to look at the time. Six thirty. Realizing he was alone in bed, he sighed and closed his eyes. God, it sucked to have feelings for someone who couldn’t or wouldn’t come out. He knew Derek wasn’t doing it out of spite or because he didn’t feel that James was worthy.
He supposed he was pretty, easy on the eyes. He had always attracted men much bigger than himself - case in point was one seriously hot general. Derek stopped traffic wherever he went. Women would actually stare at him, mouths agape. He could attest to it, he’d been there when it happened. And at the military balls? Oh hell, Derek in dress blues could make any woman cum just looking at him; he almost had at the last one. God he needed a bath. He dragged his legs over the side of the bed and hissed at his thigh; fuck but the damn thing hurt.
His bones felt cold without Derek’s heat next to him. He made his way slowly to the bathroom and ran himself a hot bath. He looked in the mirror and his eyes went wide. Derek had left a dark mark on his neck. Great, a hickey. It was sexy though, knowing Derek’s mouth had put it there, kind of like marking his territory without pissing on him. James crawled into the tub and let the hot water soothe not only his sore thigh but his ripped ass. Fuck but Derek was huge, he’d be feeling that cock for days. He felt a smile lifting his lips and couldn’t help but love the idea of that. James sat back and closed his eyes. He wondered where Derek had gone, but he knew one thing…Derek would be back.
~~ Derek made his way back into the house wiping the sweat from his chest and brow. The coffee had made itself, thank God, and he hurried to pull together some kind of food for James. His body was so used to being up at four he had gotten up and snuck out to run five miles. That had given him time to think about what he was going to do, because now that he had made love to James he couldn’t be without the man.
He was retiring and was now free to run the team fulltime. He could also now be with James. He made his way back to the bedroom and found an empty bed. Sounds of water filled his ears and he made his way to the bathroom to find James soaking in the tub, eyes closed. He looked asleep and a soft snore confirmed it. He crouched down and looked at James’ face. God but the man was beautiful; he kissed his lips softly.
“Morning,” James’ lips curved up in a small smile.
“Morning,” Derek grabbed a sponge and put some body wash on it. He sat James up and rubbed it slowly over his back. “You do this for all your men?” James wrapped his arms around his knees and closed his eyes.
“You are the only man I’ve ever been with. Well, like, sex-wise.” Derek ran the sponge in a slow circle on James’ back. “Are you
okay?”
“I was sitting here wondering if Oral Gel works on ass muscles.”
Derek laughed. “I think that’s Orajel.”
“Whatever, it numbs your teeth so why couldn’t it numb your ass?” James looked up at Derek and smiled. “God, I’m sorry I lost it last night. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Derek ran his fingertip over James’ lips slowly. James trailed his fingertips over Derek’s cheekbone, long black lashes fluttered as his fingers lightly brushed over Derek’s strong
features. “You are so beautiful.” James smiled as Derek’s eyes met his. “The night we met, I couldn’t believe someone like you existed, the way you moved.” James leaned over and kissed Derek’s mouth, brushing his lips gently. “It was like nothing I have ever seen, and right then I was hypnotized.”
Derek tilted his head, meeting with James’ mouth. “I wanted you, so much.” Derek groaned, as James slipped inside to taste him. James smiled and nibbled Derek’s bottom lip. “Well, you sure didn’t act interested. I’d like to know what you were thinking that night.”
“Would you now?” Derek smiled and sat down on the floor. “Well, then...I’ll tell you.”
September 11, 2005 Derek checked his appearance one more time before getting out of the limo. This was a very important night. He was meeting his liaisons to the office of Homeland Security. Fitzpatrick, the last one, was retiring. Thank God. Derek hated the man; he was the biggest homophobic asshole he’d ever seen. He put his hand out to Cynthia and helped her out of the limo. He’d hired an escort on the advice of his friend Mateo. He didn’t have a girlfriend and they both knew what women thought when they were invited to a function such as this one. Marriage and kids. Derek shook his head and smiled. Oh, hell no. They were escorted inside the crowded ballroom and Derek found his contact right away.
“Sir.” Derek shook the man’s hand.
“Please, call me Marty. This is not that formal, Derek, at least not to me.”
Derek had to smile. Marty had been drinking. Quite a lot in fact. “Well this is my date, Cynthia Monroe.” “Ma’am,” Martin shook her hand. “Martin Crusden. I’m looking forward to you meeting the boys, Derek.” Martin looked around
the room. “Oh, there they are.” Derek followed Martin’s line of sight and his breath caught in his throat. One of the men at the bar was absolutely stunning. “Which ones?”
