Ill Wind

Kerri awoke once again crouched on her knees in Reno's bed, her hand in her mouth to keep from screaming. As always, there was a moment of disorientation, but it didn't last as long as before, since Reno had started leaving a small lamp burning on the dresser. A few seconds later she felt Reno sit up and wrap an arm around her, his other hand gently removing hers from between her teeth to examine it. “No blood this time, Reno,” she said shakily, and allowed him to pull her back down with him.

“That's good,” he said, and kissed the top of her head. “At least you're not having them every night now,” referring of course to the nightmares.

“I don't see why I'm having them at all!” she burst out. “I know he's dead, it's all over with, but I still have the fucking dreams about him! What's wrong with me?”

“Stop it, Kerri!” Reno snapped, startling her. He hardly ever raised his voice to her, even when she lost her temper and screamed at him. “Having nightmares doesn't make you weak, so just stop thinking of it that way!” In a softer tone he went on, “Sometimes bad dreams are the only way to get over something, babe.” Reno didn't like the tendency she had of blaming herself for perceived weaknesses. She was too hard on herself at times, reminding him a little of Elena when she had been a rookie. A few days after she had been raped, she had made a comment that told him she was blaming herself, that she felt she hadn't tried hard enough to keep from being captured and attacked. Reno had quickly set her straight on that point, telling her that there were two people that had been responsible, and one was dead, the other in prison. Just to be sure that the message got through, he had asked Elena to talk to her as well, hoping that Kerri might be more apt to listen to someone that had been through something similar. It had seemed to help, except for times like these, after the nightmares when her defenses were lowered.

Kerri wrapped her arms a little tighter around him. “When did you get so smart?” she teased, nuzzling his chest.

Reno laughed and swatted her on her bare ass. “So you thought I wasn't smart, huh? I knew you wanted me for my body and not my mind, yo.”

“You have a mind?” she inquired in a voice dripping with fake innocence, followed immediately by shrieks of laughter when Reno pinned her down and began tickling her. “Stop, Reno! I'm sorry!” she managed to gasp between the laughter, but of course he wouldn't, not until her laughter turned to screams. Shortly afterwards they heard a pounding on the other side of the bedroom wall, and Reno released her, grinning.

“Now see what you did? You woke Rude up,” he said. “Damn, you're being a bitch tonight.”

Kerri didn't bother answering. She simply placed her foot on his hip and shoved him onto the floor, the thud causing Rude to pound on the wall again. Reno got to his feet and reached over to the wall to pound back before turning to her. Oh shit, she thought, seeing his erection. She glanced up at his face, and knew from his expression that she would be lucky to be able to walk tomorrow.

Before she could even think of getting out of his reach, Reno had lunged at her, pinning her down once more. “You're gonna pay for that one, babe,” he whispered as he slipped a knee between her legs and forced them open.

“Unfair, Reno,” she argued, “You started it. You know I hate it when you tickle me.”

“Really?” he breathed in her ear, and slid easily into her without preliminaries. “Then why are you always so wet for me afterward, hmm?” The only answer he received was her soft whimper as he thrust back and forth slowly, deep and hard, sliding his hands beneath her. His slightly calloused palms gripped her ass roughly, pulling her against his lean hips in time with his strokes, adding more force to them. He kissed her half open mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips each time his hard shaft thrust into her body.

Kerri was quickly left desiring nothing more than to submit to his dominance of her body, to go where he was taking her. He didn't make love to her like this often, most times preferring to prolong her arousal, using his hands, his words, his mouth, until she was begging him to take her—and she loved it. Yet still, there was something primitive, earthy, satisfying about this way. His rough handling of her, the growing ache in her thighs and sex as his body slammed against hers, his cock repeatedly hitting that certain spot inside her, all combined to take her quickly to the edge and beyond. She moaned into his mouth as she climaxed, digging her nails into his back, nearly drawing blood from him.

Reno didn't change his pace in the slightest, but moved his mouth to her ear, and traced the delicate curves with his tongue before telling her, “You may want to pace yourself, babe. I'm not nearly finished with you yet.” She cried out in response to his words and he chuckled. “And you know how sensitive your clit gets after you've came a couple of times,” he teased her.

Kerri wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed, a wordless challenge that Reno was quick to respond to. It was too bad, but Rude was going to be pounding on the wall again before the night was over.