The Hotel Ch. 04

The Hotel.

Chapter Four.

The three mortar rounds fell in quick succession.

Their 98mm rounds struck with alarming accuracy. The explosions made the windows rattle in the hotel and plumes of oily thick smoke added to the night air, after lighting up the sky like fireworks. Adam Chenyy was up and alert, a soldier once again and grabbed for his clothes,

"Get dressed but stay here until I send for you," His words could command God himself but not the curiosity of a war correspondent. Sarah scrambled for her clothes as he raced off through the door, comically pulling on his fatigue pants as he ran.

The situation was all comical. Once her shirt and pants were on, Sarah threw caution to the wind and looked out of her window, Dictaphone in one hand and her camera in the other. The camp was in disarray, with soldiers and refugees running here and there. Three orange fires burned, two of the soldier's vehicles had been hit and most alarmingly, a portion of the hotel, on the upper floor and to the rear.

Sarah swore," Fuck, that's where Adam's rooms are!" The implication was obvious. If someone had eyes on the hotel, a werewolf sniper and saw the comings and goings, they might have been able to spot a mortar strike. There were no more explosions, but shouting and as she peered over the rim of the window sill, she saw Adam, once again the Black Colonel ordering his troops to search the area and, simultaneously ordering for fires to be put out and refugees to be taken inside the hotel for safety. As Sarah watched all of this, the dull ache of her sex reminded her of her lost opportunity, "Bloody hell! I'm never going to get fucked," She sighed.

Within an hour, a sullen order had been imposed and the patrols found only an empty mortar system and mortar bomb cases. The area had now become sterile. A good third of his men were now deployed and created a cordon of soldiers combed the area. Now, that the area was deemed safe the residents and those who had taken refuge inside the hotel began to emerge. First among them was Srah, her camera around her neck, snapping at the destruction, and collecting clear shots of the Colonel. She was busy for most of the day, collaborating with the remaining war correspondents including Klaus, who fussed over her,

"You should get out of here Sarah, it's too dangerous for you now!" His voice attempted to be stern but was soft and caring.

"I'm okay, Klaus." She tried to be gracious but spent as much time as possible within viewing distance of Adam. She wasn't willing to give up on their fledgling relationship and she wanted his talented tongue on her pussy again. She had decided early on to keep a discreet distance, lest anyone, especially Klaus might see how she looked at him. She watched and waited, she watched his being the confident leader again, a man with the confidence and respect of his men to attempt to hunt out the snipers and the two-man strike team that hit him today. He was unafraid to get his hands dirty, he possessed a wonderful common touch and could talk to his soldiers as a comrade and not just a commander. It was a great privilege to see him in this way and felt a strange warmth and admiration. She waited until the late afternoon until the patrols had reported to him and he could use the new intelligence to refine his searches.

As she returned to the hotel, tired but gritty from the hat of the eastern European summertime, she wanted to write up her dispatches but couldn't quite settle. Her mind first focused on getting the facts straight and then fleshing out the details and writing the words to give the reader the fullest picture and then after two hours, she was willing to send it as a first draft and await Maxie's comments. She stood up and stripped off her shirt, the sweat stains were marked, and her bra-less breasts shook as she threw the shirt into an ever-growing laundry pile, she made a mental note to find out that the hotel laundry was still operating. She walked to the mirror and on the wall and then unbuttoned her pants and kicked them off. She stood in her brief panties and glanced at herself, she posed with her hands on her hips and shot a kiss into her reflection,

"Oh, you sexy bitch!" she attempted a smouldering look and then snorted with derision, "Well it looks like no one will ever know how sexy you can be!" Her smile faded.

Then a thought struck her, with the area now secure, she might risk tiptoeing to Adam's room on the upper floor. She didn't know if she'd make it with all the increased security but perhaps, this would be her best chance. Time was running out and there was another reason, she might discover where Marta was and if they had found the elusive fox, Kirov. Maxie would extend her stay if she could field in-depth reports and even an interview with the man. She thought for a moment, then was shaken from her thoughts by the hotel's internal telephone ringing,

"Hello?" She answered. She hadn't thought to enquire about the house phones as they'd been disconnected for some time. Adam's few remaining engineers had been busy.

"Miss Harding?" His voice was unmistakable.

"Yes, I'm here Colonel, "Sarah chose to be formal, lest someone might be listening and followed Adam's propriety.

"I would like you to come to my room tonight. You know the way, and come at 22.30 hours, the guard will be changing, they won't know that you're here with me. Will you come?" The question hung in the air.

"Of course, 22:30." With that, the phone clicked off.

There wasn't anything else to say. Sarah glanced at the small LED alarm clock, 21:15, which showed on the dial.

"You best get ready Sarah girl. She tapped her pussy mound, and we had better tidy you up old girl!" She smiled, with anticipation of seeing Adam again.

Promptly at 22:30, she approached the door, and as she looked up, the door opened, and she slipped inside. Adam closed the door and turned round. Her pretty summer dress (the only one she had thought to pack, gave him a satisfied smile and he took her in his arms and kissed her on her lips and then beckoned her to the chair on the other side of his small desk, swamped with piles of papers.

"Please Sarah, sit down. "His words were polite, but his manner was tentative. He perched himself on the corner of the table, dislodging some of the files, but made no move to recover them.

"Is everything alright?" She asked, picking up the tension in his voice.

"I have to break camp and leave the hotel." He looked down, regretting his decision as he looked at Sarah,

"Why, is it Marta? Or Kirov?" Sarah knew the mortar attack had prompted much anxiety within the region and of course, the new government.

"Both. I cannot leave more than a handful of troops here. I need to mobilise immediately. I just wanted you to make provision for your departure. I can't imagine leaving you here, but I have no choice. The Government have demanded action, and I must pick up my rifle again and be a soldier, though I have no wish to be so," He slipped off the table and crouched down looking up at her,

"What is it, Adam?" Sarah leaned forward and her put his hands on her cheek.

"I thought this life was over, then Kirov pulled me back in," He sighed, he sounded tired. Sarah slipped off her chair and joined him on the floor,

"Sarah, I think I might be in over my head, despite what people think, I am not a natural or gifted leader or some superhero. I'm just me!" Sarah looked at his face and in a sudden wave of compassion, she put her lips to his and kissed him. In a sudden rush of passion, he held her face and snaked his tongue into hers. As she accepted his tongue in her mouth, she felt his hands on her back, slowly slip down to her buttocks. She wriggled with pleasure and as she pulled away slightly, she sighed,

"Take this dress off me," Sarah surrendered to him, in this moment and this place. She wanted him more than any other man she could think of. She had been no shrinking violet; she had had four lovers and a one-night stand with a woman, her first and last. Now she knew who she was, and what she wanted and now would let him to know it.

After he pulled the dress over her head, he gazed at her naked breasts and then gently began to kiss and lick at her stiffening nipples, "Oh god, please be gentle. I know it's been a while for us both, but we have all the time we need my darling, I promise, " Sarah pleaded with him, and Adam responded and tenderly lifted her pale breast to his mouth, his tongue made wet swirls round her areole and nibbled at her nipple.

"Mmm... like that. Yes, my darling, "As she urged him on, he responded as best he could. He was clumsy and hasty, but she met him with an understanding and a need to feel him inside her. To that end, she would forgo the intimate touch of a tongue on her clitoris, and the wet mouth on her labia and so she unzippered his fatigued pants, struggling to pull the clothes away. His thick prick stood hard, she had remembered his flaccid length, but not his girth. She moved away from him and manoeuvred herself into her hands and knees so she could suck on his stiffness.

"Oh, Sarah!" The words were strangled by the electric current running through his body from her clever mouth lapping between his swollen glans. His body was strained and taut, he put his hand on the back of her head but didn't pull down, he didn't want to pressure her. She felt his hand on her head and the sense of reluctance. She lifted herself off his cock, coughing slightly,

"Do what you want with me Adam, make me your woman tonight. Make your whore if you want!" Her words were sharp, and the barb of her remark caused his indecision to evaporate, and he pushed her mouth into his cock. With a mixture of wet gasps and gagging, Sarah pushed off his member,

"Put that monster in me!" She gasped and lay back and put her clever fingers to her wet pussy lips and pulled herself apart, to show him how ready she was. The air was sweetened with her musky scent, and she registered how potent she had been of late, her lack of sex had made her quite fragrant.

She looked at him, and as he settled himself between her legs, a thought crossed her mind, 'What if he didn't like her like this?' Sarah needn't have concerned herself, Adam smiled and put his mouth to her sex,

"I love your smell, Sarah. Your pussy had been neglected and I am going to resolve that, right now," with a wet tongue, he licked her quivering labia up and down and then threaded a stiff tongue into her waiting hole,

"Oh Adam, fuck me please!" Her voice shuddered with the wave of pleasure that crashed over her, as waves against rocks. She could feel herself ready to cum, her desire for him and her body's betrayal of her run-away arousal had robbed her of any pretence of being seductive. Adam didn't wait any longer and knelt between her legs and aimed his thick cock at her wet, open pussy.

"Ask me again," He sighed, the sight of her leaking sex, stiffened his already impossibly erect cock further. Then as he looked down at her, a long-buried memory resurfaced.

Part Two

It had been nearly a year since his pretty wife had died. He had thrown himself into his military life now, quickly promoted to lieutenant and been given a squad of reliable men and women to command and often volunteered for patrols and other hazardous duties. Being an educated man, he admitted to himself that he would have welcomed death, so he could somehow lessen the pain and the guilt of being unable to save his wife from the hands of the Eurasian invaders. He often took the lead position or point when moving through the war-scarred landscape. His trusty sergeant had consulted him on more than one occasion, but the former school teacher still put himself into danger first, than risk his men.

It had been in the early summer when he had been sent into a frontline position and when faced with a strong opposing force had ordered his squad to 'dig in' and hold off the advancing troops. The squad followed his orders, partly through their desire to rid their land of the invading forces but also to give their support to their officer.

The fight lasted three days, but the defence had been successful, but bloody. Once the squad had been reinforced, his squad had been withdrawn to the rear for rest and receiving recruits. Once they had limped back to a rest camp, Adam Chenyy had been taken to the HQ and promoted to Captain and told to surrender his command to return to the capitol, for a medal ceremony. Adam accepted both the promotion and the gallantry award without argument and soon, dressed in a dress uniform he had been presented to the Country's President in the Senate Building in the Capitol. The whole affair was highly orchestrated and impressive. Generals and politicians rubbed shoulders with gallant war heroes and the world's press. The ballroom in the old palace building was awash with strong liquor and a throng of elegant people but felt awkward and out of place and then, the newly awarded 'People's Hero' managed to sneak away to his quieter hotel bar across town. In the dimly lit hotel, filled with soldiers and civilians alike, he had found a corner with a half bottle of vodka, stolen from the reception and sat intent on drinking himself into oblivion.

As he looked out into the gathered patrons, a striking raven-haired woman, in a Lieutenant's uniform walked up to him and saluted,

"Captain, I have been sent to ensure you are safely tucked into your bed, as the General will be seeing you at 07:00 in the morning," Her eyes were deep brown and her face pretty. Her lips were full, from the lipstick she wore.

"I am quite alright, Lieutenant. I am not used to grand soirees in Presidential company," He smiled.

"Come, Captain, I think you have indulged enough tonight," She smiled, and he meekly followed her up to his room, she took the key card from his hand and opened the door, and he walked in and pulled at his uniform collar. She followed him, Adam turned and looked at her and she took his face in her hands and kissed him,

"Lieutenant...I" Adam stammered, immediately taken aback.

"No words, my Captain. Call me Tasha. I have been ordered to help you find something or someone to live for. You are too reckless with yourself. You will get yourself killed and that is a waste. I am no substitute for your lost wife, this I know but tonight let us find a brief moment to find a reason to live." With those words, she pulled open her uniform blouse, exposed her breasts and kissed him hard, pushing him back onto the bed. In frantic minutes, she had stripped him of his trousers and exposed his stiffening cock.

Adam, a whirl of pent-up emotions, and a little drink had aroused him. He pushed her mouth to his cock and with practised ease, Tasha fellated him using thick salvia to lubricate his generous cock into her throat. As Adam held her head, his desperate need overtook him and his senses now flooded with a long-suppressed desire and so he began to pump his cock into Tasha's throat. Gaging loudly, she withdrew to catch her breath, recovered enough but then stuck her throat onto his member for further abuse. She was used to such forceful sex, it was her former career and since the war, had become a military whore, but now she fucked men to life again.

The whole moment was a swirl, it wasn't love-making- it was raw and selfish fucking. Adam, unlike his usual considerate love-making, was now drowning in testosterone pulled Tasha off his dripping cock and pushed her to the bed. Without hesitation, she pulled up her uniform skirt to her waist, found her panties and pulled them aside. Her trimmed black bush glistened with her down dew, her excitement easily seen, which Adam was not oblivious to, pushing her legs apart and pointing his cock at her pulsing, pink pussy lips.

"Fuck me, Adam, fuck my little cunt!" Her language was deliberately provocative. She wanted his lust, his desire and once he had expelled his seed, he would be freed from the guilt, shame and loss. He would hate her, though. She knew she would never see him again, but he would be more willing to live now and she would have done her part in providing a good soldier for her country.

Adam plunged his stiffness into her pussy and built a ferocious pace, he was not gentle, but Tasha wasn't expecting it. She tolerated his savagery, his powerful fucking, finding an excitement in the roughness. Adam, his breath already ragged was building up quickly, he grasped at her breasts, pulling the bra cups apart, breaking the front clasp and mauled them with his mouth,

"Oh Adam, suckle me. Make me beg for mercy," Tash knew all the tricks, to excite and tease a man, whose libido had been dormant for too long. She even enjoyed the sex, and Adam was handsome and brave. She closed her eyes, and allowed her imagination to take flight, she mused a scenario that Adam would find her after the war and they would fall into bed again.

"Argh..." Adam grunted, his cock was now too stiff to cum quickly, Tasha, sensing this problem, reached out and pulled him from her pussy, and rubbed his cock against her mouth. His wetness provided just enough lubrication to make taking him down her throat easier. Adam looked down, and Tasha took the opportunity to spit a large glob of saliva onto his glans and then began to thread him inside her throat.

"Fuck my mouth, and cum down my throat!" She panted, knowing that her tight grip, would help him to ejaculate. Adam pushed his length into her lubricated and Tasha's grip on him was vice-like. His rhythm was slower now, Adam aware of the delicate skin managed his penetration with more care but his need for release made him step up his pace, especially as Tasha urged him on, "Fuck my mouth and fill me with your seed!" Her desire for him was no longer pretence but now borne of a real desire for her orgasm. Of course, Tasha knew how to excite him further and within minutes of her tight fist and her precise twist and jerk action, Adam groaned loudly and shivered and jerked as he emptied himself into Tasha's abused mouth. She took the opportunity to rub furious on her clitoris, the swollen exposed button gleamed with her wetness, and rapidly approached her climax.

"Fuck!" His words strangulated but Adam shook with the force of his ejaculation and Tasha's pussy sprayed her ejaculate as she too came loudly.

"Oh, Captain, you've made me spray my juices!" Tasha was genuinely surprised at her ejaculation, as it had been a long time for her. They both collapsed on the bed, Adam completely drained.

After an hour, and with Adam soundly asleep, Tasha left his bed, she dressed and sneaked silently out of the room. They never saw each other again. Three weeks later, Adam found out that she had been killed in a drone attack on a building in the Capitol.

Now, she looked at Sarah, knowing that Tasha had done what she claimed and allowed him to want to live, to find love again and his dead wife would rest happily.

And Adam felt certain that she would forgive him.

End of Chapter Four.