Jorja
‘Jocko Malone!’ I freeze as my voice screams his name in my head. Then my mouth waters as his mesmerizing tongue licks those perfect lips, and my insides turn to mush.
His arm gently releases his hold on me as he grins at my stunned face.
Oh. My. God. I can’t believe it.
Unbuckling his belt, he slides out of the seat to a crouch. Unable to take my eyes off him, staring completely gobsmacked, knowing he's loving that, but unable to control it, I absorb every detail.
Margie was right. He is huge! A fucking stud! All filled out, and ALL MAN!
I am doomed!
Another crew member moves to the door, and Jocko hunched over because he's way too tall to stand, walks over to wait.
I’m shocked to see a dog was sitting next to him. He's wearing a blue visor, ear protection, and a military vest with a harness holding some high-tech equipment. Sitting calmly, focused solely on Jocko. He's solid black and beautiful! And is totally badass in his gear!
Now, I know why I’m here. Jocko and his dog are the ones tracking the missing man. Sidney touches my arm, smiles, and starts helping me unbuckle my seatbelt. I glance back at him, but I can’t tell if he's looking at his dog or me until he gives a very masculine head nod.
My tummy flip flops. It was his cock I was holding, and holy shit, what a dick! An embarrassed grin slides across my face, while a sexy as fuck grin spreads across his.
Then he slides the helicopter door open as the engine winds down and jumps out. His whole demeanor has changed. He's no longer a cocky boy strutting his assets, showing off; although there are elements of him remaining, obviously; but the man jogging toward a group of men approaching the helicopter moves fluidly with grace and power, oozing competence and confidence.
Geez-ma-neez! He is fine!Straight legs, thick thighs, nice tight ass, culminating with thick broad shoulders.
Sidney taps me on the shoulder, and I pull my eyes off Jocko’s magnificence to look at her. Her eyes are twinkling, and I know she set me up. I smirk as she shouts, “GO. You're on the ground with Jocko.”
I nod, then crawl to the edge of the aircraft. As I swing my legs over and prepare to jump down, I scan the area. We've landed in a field behind a house. There are cop cars in the drive. As well as an ambulance, plus a score of other vehicles. A relatively large group of people are watching as a small group walks out to meet Jocko.
When he arrives, he takes his helmet off and runs his hand through his hair. The familiarity of that old habit sends a little jolt through me, and the past six years fade away.
Shaking hands, the men speak to each other, and several of them point toward the woods. Jocko raises his arm, then drops it. The K9 bolts, leaping out of the helicopter and runs full speed to him as the small group of men return to the larger group.
The blades start to rotate faster as the engine begins to wind back up.
Oh, crap!I jump down and run across the field. When the dog reaches Jocko, he sits, focused on every move his handler makes. The degree of trust and devotion is evident and impressive.
Jocko kneels next to him to remove his flight gear. Glancing back as he stores the items in his backpack, his pearl-white teeth shine against his tanned skin when he grins, seeing me running to him.
Jocko
Jorja’s mop of dirty blonde hair blows around her face as the wind from the helicopter lifting off swirls around us. She's wearing straight leg, tie-dyed, yoga shorts, and a matching u-shape sports top. Her toned mid-drift is exposed, and as her shapely legs carry her to me, her tits bounce playfully from side to side. The hard-on she gave me in the helicopter has no reason to ease off. Her body's better than I remember. She's all woman. All grownup. Full, curvy figure. On a scale of one to ten, she's a ten times ten.
I stand as she arrives, towering over her, and enjoy the view of her beautiful ample breasts from this vantage point.She's out of breath, so they're surging up and down.
Ummm, I've literally whacked off to that vision hundreds of times.
A grin plasters itself on my face, and she tries not to smile, but it flirts with her features as her big amber eyes framed by perfectly arched brows, roll around looking for somewhere to land other than my grinning face, embarrassed she was clutching my cock.
I reach for her head, and she stiffens, then her eyes lock onto mine. The memory of the last time I held her sparks between us, and the urge to kiss her is overwhelming. I let my eyes tell her how much I want to, but this isn't the time nor the place.
“You aren’t going to need these now.” I gently ply her headset off, trying not to pull her hair. Her face softens as she submits, and I promise myself that I will see that look again as she moans with pleasure. I have six years of fantasies to fulfill with her, and I intend to complete every last one.
“We need to get going. The sun's setting, and daylight is fading.” I tell her as I shift my backpack off one shoulder to stuff her headset inside. “I recommend you ride the mule with the sheriff.”
Her eyes widen. “Mule?”
“It’s an ATV, all-terrain vehicle, a jazzed-up golf cart if you will.” I hoist the bag on my back with a bounce.
