Both Michelle and Ryan came running, though, eyes wild.
“What are you doing!” they shouted in unison, glancing up at the sky. The helicopters could be heard, but no longer seen through the suddenly dense clouds.
“What?” Jack turned. “They can’t see us.”
“You don’t know that!”
“According to the news anchors, they can’t. Moreover, I’m gonna get goddamn bedsores if I have to stay in that room any longer.”
It became apparent to them that there was no use in arguing further with the giant Russian. It was his life to ruin as he pleased, after all.
“Brooke has to leave tomorrow, so I’d like to say goodbye before this real life business becomes a full-time job. So if you’ll excuse us…”
The pair found themselves by the smokehouse, and Brooke inhaled the mouth-watering scent of slow, hardwood-assisted Maillard reactions.
“Do you control the fog, too?” she asked.
Jack sort of shrugged – but not really, because that would have jostled her too much. “I haven’t figured that one out, though I’m sure Amos has a theory.”
Brooke snorted, palming his thick, flaxen hair as she looked around. Visibility was low, which was the whole point, but the way the clouds wove their way through the trees like weft through cedar warp mesmerized her. “What are you going to do about Amos?”
“Amos was good before the magic,” he said matter-of-factly. “Originally, we decided to program it to function like a service dog in addition to acting like an Alexa-type unit – it could help read insulin levels for diabetics, anticipate epileptic episodes, give internet-assisted suggestions on what to eat or what have you. It was basically a “Hey, Amos” system that could walk around, grab things, and give the middle finger on command.”
“It’s so much more now, though.”
“It was capable of learning,” he continued. “But it was your typical machine learning. This is different. I couldn’t have programmed this in a million years.”
She brushed her fingers against his cheek and he turned his head to look at her. “Don’t let Amos down, OK?”
The slight creases at the corners of his eyes deepened. “There’s a few people I really can’t let down now,” he said with a little smile.
She took her lip between her teeth.
“How about one more for the road?” Jack winked at her not with his eye but the whole of his face.
Brooke could still hear the helicopters circling above them, so close yet unseen. “Maybe next time, Sputnik,” she murmured, kissing his hair.
The next moment and she was sitting in the palm of his hand, face level with his. “I was born in New Jersey, you know,” he said with a wry smile.
“OK fine then, Vanguard-1.”
Jack made a face then kissed her full on the mouth for a few seconds. “Yeah, let’s stick with Sputnik.”
His thumbs stroked her shirt until it was rubbed out of the way, and then his thumbs stroked her skin. God it felt good, and she gave into the touch. His big lips pressed to her hair, then her cheek, then her mouth again, and he gently took her lower lip between his teeth and she had to fight the fluttering in her belly. Jack’s thumb circled around to her front and brushed along her belly with not a little purpose. She wormed her little tongue into his mouth, and it was greeted by his own as he covered her from nose to chin, leaving her panting.
Hard breaths rushed out from his nose as they made out like this, his thumb pushing her bra up out of the way to expose her breasts. The digit traced under the swell of one breast, then ventured up to graze a nipple, and Brooke gave a little moan. He moaned in return; it was a sound like velvet-wrapped gravelv.
“You sure you just want to make out?” he asked when he broke away. His blue eyes were hungry and penetrating. She didn’t need to look below her to know that he was beginning to harden. “Because I’d love nothing more than to go down on you right now.”
She shivered in his hands, nerve-ends tingling. But getting him off was so much work, and… she still wasn’t very good at it yet…
Jack waited for her answer for a few seconds, but saw it in her face, she supposed, that she was torn. “It’s OK,” he murmured, kissing her again. “We don’t have to.”
“It’s not that, it’s just…” Brooke sucked on her lip again, and he promptly touched her mouth with his finger to get her to stop. “You’re so big and… it’s hard for me. I don’t feel very useful.”
Jack frowned. “It’s not about being useful, it’s about having fun.”
Then he cocked a brow at her. “And it’s a lot of fun for me to see you come.”
“You know,” Brooke said quietly, staring at his cheek and rubbing idly at his rough stubble, “You really have changed, Jackson David Ilyin.”
“You think so?” He looked at her with an expression that showed his age – there were little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, nearly architectural creases along the cliff-face of his cheeks from years of laughter, faint lines running the breadth of his forehead that deepened when he looked at her with bemused surprise.
Brooke’s brown eyes wandered from chin, to nose, to hair, to eye. “I know so.” Then she grabbed him by the earlobes and drew him in for one more deep, sloppy kiss. “Now fuck me, you big nerd.”
“Fuck you?” he said wryly. “No way, you’re lunch, missy.”
She was still in his hand when her pants came off and fell to the ground, with her top soon following suit. If sitting on his shoulder was intimate, then being naked in his gigantic hands was even more so. She reclined back into them both and sheepishly spread her legs.
Jack stared at her like she was the most decadent dessert that he had ever laid eyes on. He began by grazing his teeth and stubble along the inside of her thigh, and repeated himself on the other. Then he kissed her belly, her hip bones, her mons – and while it felt great, the suspense was killing her!
Brooke undulated toward him, chewing her lip and loosely palming his cheekbones as he kissed and nibbled at everything but her cunt, which was now beginning to ache for his touch.
She sighed, still trying to idly thrust up toward his hot mouth, and he chuckled at her attempt to speed things along, giving her bottom a squeeze with his lower supporting hand.
One of the helicopters drew a little too close for comfort, and they both paused to look up. Still, nothing.
“You think they might go for drone footage?” she asked, breath hitching when he got back to work.
“Mmmaybe,” he rumbled against her, pressing his tongue to her mons now in a fat, wet stroke. “Probably.”
“W-we should -” A gasp as he finally, finally, dipped between her legs. “Should get closer to the ground?”
He chuckled. “Maybe.” Another lick. “Probably.”
He lowered himself to his knees, and then brought her gently to the forest floor on a carpet of moss and fallen leaves, once again on all fours above her.
“God, you taste good,” the giant panted, now running his tongue along the entirety of her cunt. Brooke was so wet already, and aching in anticipation.
Her little hands found the sides of his huge head, and she clung to the hairs sprouting from his temples. “M-more please?” she whined, gyrating her hips against him. Jack looked at her, eyes dark, lidded with pleasure. He said nothing, just planted his whole mouth between her thighs, sucking, licking, and nibbling.
It was bliss. Pure, liquid bliss.
But when she saw him reach down and begin touching himself? That’s what started the chain reaction. That big hand on that even bigger shaft. Massaging the head, tugging at the foreskin, jiggling those heavy globes underneath.
It soon became too much for her novice core, though, and Jack’s name began to leave her lips in heavy pants.
“I… I’m gonna…”
He released her from his mouth, replacing his tongue with the warm pad of a gigantic finger, swirling and rubbing with intensity so he could watch as her thighs began to tremble.
“Let’s see you come, baby,” he murmured huskily, his hot breath blanketing her. “You look so pretty when you come for me.”
The sight of him, his words, his touch, his own arousal, it was all too much, and in moments Brooke stiffened, muscles clenched, nerve-endings went up in white-hot flames. Jack read her like an open book and clamped down on her one last time with his lips, providing gentle suction as she rode it out against him, whimpering and moaning and shaking all the way home.
“Mmm,” he grunted once she was done, and lifted his head to lick his lips. “I feel like a bear with a little pot of honey.” He kissed her. “You taste amazing, Brooke. I’m going to miss that.”
She whined, still breathy. “Aw, don’t say that,” feeling a pang of genuine sadness. But it was inevitable, wasn’t it? They both had lives to go back to. “You make it seem like I’m never going to see you again. “
He smiled the big strong grin that only people of his stock could seem to pull off. “Now I didn’t say that,” he reassured her. A little tingle of hope kindled in her at that. “But it just might be a while is all.”
Brooke nodded, sighing in her afterglow. Far past her feet his hand was still idly tugging his length, keeping his fire stoked in the off chance she was willing to let him have his turn.
“I’m gonna miss that, you know,” Brooke said in her best sultry voice as she propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look.
The giant Russian laughed. “He’s going to miss you too.” A wink. “Would you like to…?”
She perked up. “Hell yes I would,” she said, moving closer to him. Jack was sitting on his knees on the ground, and she climbed up onto his thighs to have access to the monster.
“Maybe climb on,” he suggested, his tone changing as the urgency to get off was becoming a priority. Brooke giggled and did just that, straddling his cock just behind the head so she could play with his most sensitive parts. “Yeah that’s good,” he rumbled from above.
Behind her he fondled his balls while she licked and rubbed and ground herself again the hot, throbbing girth of his shaft. She could feel his pulse quicken through the skin!
“I’d very much like to see you every once in a while after all this is over,” he groaned, getting caught up in the bliss. “Doesn’t even have to be sex. I enjoy your company, Brooke… oh god that feels great…”
She kept that up as long as she could, spurned on by the heavy breathing behind her, his strained encouragement, the every twitch of his gigantic cock between her legs.
But it was so tiring… Brooke slowed, breathing hard at the exertion of trying to pleasure such a large partner. Damn, would she ever get the hang of this? Eventually she had to rest her arms and work him with her mouth, trying to act as enthusiastic for him as she felt on the inside. But she was going to need a rest.
“Brooke, it’s OK, really,” he said once he noticed her tiring. A chuckle, and his dick bobbed a little with her still on it. “It’s a lot for one girl to handle.”
“I wanted to do it all by myself this time… I’m sorry.” The young woman sighed and laid limp on top of him. “So much for your parting gift.”
“You’ve given me a lot already,” the giant said, lifting her up into his hand and bringing her to his face. “And besides, this is only what, your fourth time having real sex? Go easy on yourself.”
Jack proceeded to kiss her. His mouth opened and tongue darted out to lap at her lip, and in no time she had her hands splayed on his cheeks as they made out. It took a few moments for her to notice that his other arm was moving, and that his breath was hitching against her. Below she began to hear the sound of skin tugging at skin, and little noises rumbled in his throat in time.
He drew away from her when he came, the cordage of his neck jerking, eyes shutting tight, teeth parting with a few lazy grunts.
“Unh… ah…. ah… oh yeah…“
Brooke peered down just in time to see him give the head of his dick one last milking. His come covered the ground in great globs, and a little more oozed out of the slit at the end.
And just like that, he sobered back up again, smiling at her through his own haze. “Thanks, Brooke.”
“But I didn’t hardly do anything.”
“Just having you here makes it feel a lot better, believe it or not.”
She blushed and gave him a peck on the nose as he sighed long and languid.
Above, a helicopter did a low pass very close to the treeline. A slow pass. Jack set her down on his leg, eyes on the gray mist between them and the prime time news hour.
“Mudila yobaniy,” he spat at the machine overhead, loud enough for her to hear. It was close enough to start whipping the trees around and rustle things on the mossy ground.
Brooke rushed to put on her clothes. “What do we do now?” she called up to him through the loud, rough slap of the blades. He found his sheet again and began tying it in place, still not taking his eyes off the sky. Brooke pressed herself to his thick arm and watched too.
“I guess this is it,” he said. “Reality’s come knocking.” The Russian stood up, taking her with him and pressing her to his warm, fuzzy chest. “We’d better get on with it.”
When they returned to the yard, Brooke spotted Michelle and Ryan speaking with several people in uniform inside the house. Two of them were inspecting the sheer scale of the house’s disrepair, stepping gingerly around the giant’s bed and peering outside.
“Oh here we go,” Jack muttered. “The police have finally involved themselves.”
“God Almighty,” one of them exclaimed, an older man with grey hair when Jack strode up past the pool to set Brooke down. She recognized him as being the chief of police. “It was true.” The others gaped in stunned silence. “I-I’m commissioner Blake,” he said, eyes still wide. Jack knelt down to be a little more at eye-level. “I take it you’re Jackson David Ilyin.”
“Unfortunately,” came the gruff reply.
He turned to Brooke. “Who are you?”
“I am – was – his assistant. Brooke Foster, sir.”
Michelle stepped forward. “Tell him what you told me, commissioner.”
“Well, Mr. Ilyin, you’ve got about 50 civilian vessels anchored out in the sound right now, and I’m sure you’ve heard the pair of helicopters circling. We can only spare about four craft for crowd control, so I’d like to get a security detail on the island for ’round the clock protection until we figure out what to do with you. Frankly, Jack, I don’t think the world is ready for this.”
“It’s true,” Ryan relented. He was on his phone, gesturing and shaking his head. “Twitter’s exploded with the ’20FootRuskie’ hashtag,” he explained. “It’s mostly vodka jokes, but there aren’t an insignificant number of tweets demanding for you to be shipped off to animal testing labs or science gulags and things like that. You’re not a popular man, Ilyin, not even after 2 years of being out of the public eye. That doesn’t help things.”
Jack rubbed his face. “I need to hold a press conference. It’s the only way.” Then he looked down to Brooke. “You were right, I can’t hide any more.”
Suddenly, one of the Amos terminals came to life, green light blinking. “I’m detecting a pair of trespassers, Master Ilyin. They’ve appeared on the south end of the island. I believe they used diving equipment to get past the coast guard.”
The commissioner glanced wide-eyed at his accompanying officers, and the two of them proceeded to draw their sidearms and fire up their radios while taking off at a sprint for the shore.
The giant’s hand was pressed against her back then, and when Brooke looked up, he met her gaze with those big blue eyes. There was a crease on his brow and he looked distantly sad. “I think commissioner Blake should take you home,” came the gentle, rumbling voice. “My life is about to get very, very public, and I’d hate for you to be dragged through the mud with me.”
“He’s right, Miss Foster,” Michelle said curtly, ever the lawyer.
Ryan nodded in agreement, eyes still glued to his phone as he monitored the social media fallout in real-time. “Let me pull up my list of assignment editors and start work for a press release. What time should I tell them to be here?”
“Alright… ASAP is it.”
The commissioner got on his radio and called for a boat to take Brooke back to Anacortes. “Alright, Officer Perez will be here in 10 minutes, he can take you home, Miss Foster. If you’ve got any packing to do, you’d better do it now. You need to be ready when he gets here.”
Brooke sighed, nodding. “Yes, sir.” Then she turned to Jack, his muscled tower of a body beside her. “I’m gonna miss you, Sputnik,” she said, throwing herself at his arm and giving it as much of a squeeze as she could. She wanted him to feel it for a while.
He reached around to sandwich her between his bicep and his hand, as close to a real hug as she was willing to do in front of these onlookers.
“I hope you beat this curse someday,” she sniffled.
He smiled down at her. “Thanks to you, I don’t really feel like it’s much of a curse anymore.” A wink, and Brooke had to hide her blush.
She turned to the commissioner. “I’ll go get my stuff and wait inside.” And one last goodbye. “Smile for the cameras, Jack. You make friends when you smile.”
OOF. So I’m finishing this – like actually finishing it! It took me way too fucking long, I’m sorry, I don’t really have an excuse other than “eh”. I’ll be going back to edit it also because it deserves it.
One more chapter to go!