Private 02 - Private Paradise

be true once again.
    Sam felt his balls cinch up tighter, felt the muscles of his thighs tense with his impending orgasm. He could feel it, pounding through his veins, rippling through his cells. He threw his head back, ready to to surrender.
    Only to nearly choke in frustration as Carla abruptly pulled her mouth away. His chest heaving, every sinew taut, he opened his eyes and nearly came at the sight of her. Kneeling between his parted legs, her dark eyes glittering hotly, her mouth red and swollen and pulled into a naughty half smile. His cock rose up like the Empire State Building, bobbing and straining toward her lips.
    He didn't even realize she had something in her hand until the cold, wet, trickle hit his stomach. Sam looked down, saw the river of white ice cream course down the line bisecting his stomach. He held his breath in anticipation as she leaned forward, leading with that perfect pink tongue to lap up the ice cream.
    His muscles jerked as she licked him, and though her mouth wasn't anywhere near where he needed it, as she leaned closer he could feel the soft brush of her tits against his cock. Groaning, he reached down to cup her, teasing her nipples with his thumbs while she teased him to the brink of insanity.
    She reached for the cup again and poured the rest of the melting ice cream over the head of his cock. Sam hissed as the cold liquid hit. Carla ran her tongue up and down his shaft, licking him with relish as she captured every last drop.
    “ Mmm, ice cream and Sam. This could be addictive.” She smiled, slanting her gaze up to meet his as her tongue drew a slow, deliberate circle around the head of his cock. “But nothing,” she said, and gave him another lick, “could ever taste as good as your come in my mouth.”
    Her lips closed over him, sucked him hard and that was all it took. Sam came with a shout, jerking and bucking as he pulsed into her mouth. Carla took him deep, pumping him with her hand as she sucked him dry.
    Sam collapsed back against the cushions and clumsily pulled Carla up over him.
    “ Not too lousy for you?” Carla murmured against his throat.
    Sam let out a weak chuckle and slid his hand over her ass to pull her tighter to him. “Whoever told you that was an undeserving asshole and a coward who was too stupid to see how much he'd regret not grabbing onto you with both hands and never letting you go.”
    Carla snuggled closer and he felt the puff of her breath as she chuckled against his neck. “An asshole, a fool, and a coward, huh? I probably should have never let him near me.”
    Despite the humor in her voice, Sam felt a tight pinch in his chest as he acknowledged the truth in her words. “Definitely. Unfortunately I'd had it bad for you for so long, I don't know that there would have been anything that would have kept me away. Except maybe if you'd been a lesbian, but even then I probably would have badgered you non-stop to let me watch.”
    Her soft laugh sent a ripple of pleasure through him. He'd always loved making her laugh. He'd always loved everything about her. And yet he hadn't been able to keep the fear at bay enough to keep himself from fucking it up. “Yep, you definitely deserved better than the worthless, aimless son of a drunk who didn't have a single good thing in his life that didn't get wrecked to hell. So instead I took the best thing I ever had and trashed it myself.”
    He heard her breath catch and she reached up to stroke his jaw with her hand. He leaned into the touch like an old stray dog dying for a pet. “You were never worthless, no matter what your dad said.” She propped herself up on his chest. “And I think you've proven pretty definitively that you're not aimless,” she said, her fingers unconsciously tracing the scar on his chest.
    As he looked into her eyes, it was as though the years had disappeared, and they were once again back on their blanket under the stars, Carla looking at him like he'd hung the moon, telling him that no matter what other people thought about him, she knew he wasn't a loser who was never going to amount to anything.
    If only he'd believed her then.
    “ I know I've been giving you a hard time since you got here,” Carla said, her eyes dropping down to focus on her fingers tracing aimless patterns over his chest. “But not just anyone can be a special forces badass, and not every man has it in him to take a bullet for someone else, no matter how much he's being paid. And considering where