Fraternizing (15 page)

"Don't make
me have to quiet you down," I lightly threatened, stopping just long
enough to sneak a peek at her—her bottom lip was tucked into her mouth,
held firmly by the stiff bite of her teeth, and her eyes were tightly shut as
she tried to control her moans, but failing miserably.

I snuck one
finger and then another into her, feeling the clasping of her very tight walls
lock onto them from the second they entered. I worked those two fingers inside
of her, her hips rocking back and forth as slight whimpers now left her soft,
plentiful mouth. With every sound she made, I felt my dick grow harder and
harder, growing impatient with the need for an intense release.

My tongue was
back inside of her. I ran it over her clit, those slight whimpers turning into
pleas and cries for me to "
shove my
cock inside
," as she called out. Her need egged me on as I removed my
tongue and began exploring her tiny asshole, then back up to the entrance of
her pussy and swirling my tongue around and moving it in and out as my fingers
firmly massaged the lips that were swelling more and more with every touch. The
moisture from inside of her grew more plentiful, and soon tiny white droplets
were coating my tongue, pressing me to bring her orgasm full circle. I picked
up the pace of my tongue, her hips doing the same thing. Her tits moved up and
down, side to side, slapping against one another as I lapped and sucked her
until those droplets turned into a gush of silky whiteness on my tongue, on my
lips and down my chin. She tasted as sweet as she smelled, satisfying and
teasing at the same time.

Shrieks left her
as I fought with whether to make her shut the fuck up or scream louder. I knew
good and damn well that having anyone catch us like this would be the end of
us, but I couldn't help myself. I had found my Achilles heel, and it didn't
seem like anything was going to stop me from having every bit of her.

Licking and
savoring the release of her from my lips, I gently moved away from her. She
fought hard to slow her breathing, staring at me with nothing but,
"fuck me,"
in her eyes. She
didn't need to say a damn word.

I removed my
shirt with haste and tossed it on the end of her bed as she sat up and helped
to pull my under shirt over my head. She sat back, softly biting her lip as her
eyes raked me over. She reached up and placed her satiny hands on my chest,
running her fingers over my most prized tattoo-- the picture of the rifle
turned upside down standing between a pair of combat boots with a helmet and
dog tags hanging from the gun. The names of my six brothers in arms who had
died during my third combat tour in Iraq surrounded the gun, and her soft hands
running all over it did something crazy to my mind as well as my body. She
inched closer, an aroused and longing gaze filling her eyes as she kissed my
abs, then slowly brought her tongue out, using the tip to lick the boundaries
of each bulge. Her licks went lower and lower until she was at my pants line. She
looked up to me, the innocence on her face making me smile ever so gently.

"You want
it, you're
gonna
have to go get it," I told her,
my voice spilling out in a rough rumble.

She wasted no
time, almost as if she were asking permission to go after what I had deemed
hers a while ago. She worked furiously to remove my belt, unsnapping my pants,
pulling my boxer briefs down with them. My cock was finally free, the moonlight
and fresh air hitting it, breaking it from the restrictions that had tortured
it for far too long. She looked up to me and swallowed, exciting me with the
idea that she would do just that. The pure and righteous look in her eyes made
me shutter with excitement because I knew at any moment, she was about to suck
the life out of my cock.

Her tiny, soft
hand grabbed hold of it, stroking gently at first while I ran my fingers over
her head. The harder she grasped and stroked, the harder I gripped onto her
hair. She stroked me so hard that I thought I would come with just the movement
of her hand alone, depriving me of the chance to have her perfectly beautiful
little mouth around it, sucking and tugging until I came apart. I grabbed even
harder onto her hair, guiding her head to my cock with firm tenacity. I was met
with no hesitation as she opened her mouth and gracefully took me inside. I
could have come with the warmth of her mouth alone. As she licked my cock from
the base clear up to the tip, I worked hard to hold back and keep myself from
prematurely spilling out all over her. I wanted more of what she had to offer,
and by the overzealous movements coming from her, I knew she had so much more
that she wanted to give me.

My hips began
moving back and forth, pounding my cock in and out of her mouth. My hands held
their strong hold on her hair, guiding her mouth where it needed to be. I
pushed my cock deeper and deeper, gauging just how far I could get before she
gagged on me and made me stop. To my delight and surprise, I got all the way to
the back of her throat, and she took that shit like a champ. I had found a
winner, and there was no way I was going to give her up easily. She took every
bit of me without pulling away, gagging, or any other shit that so many girls I
had come across had often done.

I pulled back a
bit, and she sucked me in, tightening her lips
around me and
damn near pulling the orgasm out of me
. I wasn't ready to come just yet,
so I held off, making sure that I kept control and showed her that even though
she had the mouth of a fucking Hoover, I wasn't going to let her own me-- not
yet anyway.

Her sucks picked
up, making me yank her head back and forth as my hips moved to the same rhythm.
Moans began filtering out of me as I tried desperately to keep them to a
minimum, but the task seemed like such an astronomical feat. She was sucking me
off in a way that I had only imagined. I wasn't truly ready for it. I felt the
tingle in my cock and knew that if I let her go a second longer, I was going to
explode in her mouth, but it wasn't I wanted it to happen. She locked on even
tighter, making me finally pull her head back as I stood there, breathing hard
as fuck as she looked up at me.

"I'm not
fucking coming like that right now. My first come with you is going to be
inside of you, claiming you, where I can mark my spot, keeping all other dicks
away."

The words came
out through labored pants, and she understood, rising to her feet and sitting
down on her bed, waiting for me to make the next move. I reached down into my
pants and pulled out a condom, thrusting it into my mouth and tearing into the
wrapper with my teeth like a rabid dog, then quickly rolling it onto my aching
cock.

"I want
you, Sergeant Cruz," she said in a lustful, breathy tone. The fact that
she didn't even know my first name hadn't dawned on me.

"Alex,"
I quickly responded. "Call me Alex."

Before she could
say another word I was over her, my pleading cock at her entrance, and my face
between her perky tits. I pulled away for a split second and looked into her
memorizing green eyes.

"I'm gonna
fuck you until I get tired, and I won't stop--not a second sooner."

"Fuck
me," she whispered, turning her head to the side and giving me her pretty
little neck once again. I took it, licking and kissing just the way I had done
earlier while positioning myself in the ready position to enter her tight
little pussy.

Just as I was
about to dive in, my radio went off.

"Sgt. Cruz,
this is Private Rinaldi, you copy."

"FUCK!"
I yelled in anger and utter frustration. No way was this shit happening just as
I was finally going to get a taste of her with the one part of my body that
needed her most.

Disappointment
washed over her in an instant, further breaking me.

"I'm sorry.
I have to get this shit," I told her, moving off the bed and leaning down
to pick up the radio. "Sgt, Cruz. What is it?" I asked
,
my tone filled with anger.

"Fight on
second deck, Sgt."

"I'm on my
way."

I stared at my
stubborn cock that showed no signs of breaking the need to be milked dry. Fuck.
How was I supposed to get back to my post with this shit sticking out like it
hadn't been given attention in years? Trying desperately to remove all thoughts
of smashing someone's fucking teeth in when I finally got to this fight, I
worked fast, re-dressing myself and trying to look as suitable as possible
before making my way back out of her room.

"This isn't
finished," I said as I tucked my shirt back into my pants and fastened my
belt. "I'm coming for you in the morning."

"I can't. I
have plans with Dalton in the morning."

Something about
his name coming from her mouth, that very mouth that had just been on my
cock,
put a bad taste inside of me.

"Cancel
them," I barked.

"I can't. He--"

"I'm off
duty at zero seven, depending on how much shit I have to deal with right now. Figure
a way out of your plans." I leaned down and kissed her, trying to touch
and taste her for as long as I could. Our scents intermingled as we kissed, the
taste of her on my lips and the taste of me on hers, supplying one another with
the flavor of ourselves. She was fucking
mine,
I could
taste it when I kissed her.

I poked my head
out of the room, making sure no one was lurking about before walking out,
striding angrily towards the scene of the fight that had that crazy fucking
Allen kid sitting outside with another guy who I hadn't seen before.

"Who the
fuck do you belong to?" I asked the unknown kid, feeling the frustration,
anger, and build-up from the cock block.

"Data,
Sgt."

I turned to
Rinaldi who stood there with the MPs and a notebook in his hands. Grabbing onto
his arm, I pulled him away from the scene.

"Why the
fuck are there MPs here before I was notified?" I questioned, staring him
down with the urge to beat his ass right there in front of everyone. He
swallowed, fear going off in his eyes as he tried to step away from me.

"I tried
calling for you, Sgt. I tried a few times. I couldn’t get you, and I didn't
know exactly where you had gone on your rounds."

He swallowed
again, his eyes still laced with fear as I calmed the fuck down. He had been
left on his own, this fucking Private who maybe had four months in the Marine
Corps. I had left him to deal with this shitty ass situation.

I patted him on
the back.

"Thank you,
Private," I said before moving over to the MPs to find out exactly what
they knew so that it could be logged into the duty log book. After speaking
with them for the next twenty minutes, the guys were led back to their rooms
with restrictions placed on them, and a note that they would be dealt with by
their commands in the morning.

"Private
Rinaldi, go ahead and make notes in the log book. I'm running to the
john."

He nodded his
head, then sat down and got to work. I walked fiercely, desperately trying to
combat the painful throb from my cock that had made its way up to my head. I
needed a fucking release, and as I thought back to my opportunity to let loose
with Cassie's mouth all over me, frustration seeped in even further. I made my
way into the bathroom, slamming my hand on the door of the stall as I walked in
and locked the door behind me. I thrust my pants down to my ankles and stood
there, grabbing my cock with tremendous amounts of fury and aggression. I
needed a release, but I was also pissed that I had left my post for pussy and
that pussy was running around with another guy who irked the living fuck out of
me. All of those thoughts at once had me jacking off hard and mad. Cassie was
mine, and I’d be damned if that Dalton prick got any more of her time when I
needed it so desperately.

What was
happening to me? Abandoning a post in combat could lead to deaths, and we
practice like we play, making sure that our duty time is treated like a combat
situation. Cassie was weakening me, and the power of her pussy was overcoming
my resolve. I loved it and hated it all at the same time. As I looked down at
my now bulging cock being worked furiously by my angry hand, I beat the side of
the stall with my fist until I came with loud groans through clenched teeth. Finally…
finally feeling some sense of relief but still needing it to happen inside the
walls of a very enticing, skillful, blonde beauty that had me wrapped around
her finger.

 
I was fucked.

Chapter 10

Cassie

I
woke up feeling like I had starred in my very own erotic dream, tasting and
touching every inch of Sgt. Cruz-- Alex. The mere mention of his first name
quickly reminded me that what I had experienced was no dream but, in fact, a
healthy dose of pleasurable reality. I stood, making my way over to the
bathroom when I noticed that Angelica still wasn't in her bed. Wherever she
was, her absence was never more welcomed.

My legs felt like
jello as I walked, so I slowed my steps to keep myself from falling over. Flashes
of his tongue, his hands, those mesmerizing hazel eyes, and his incredibly
demanding voice filtered through my mind as I finally made my way into the
bathroom. His scent still lingered on me, that husky, manly, possessing scent
that captivated me from the second I took a whiff of it. He had me, and I think
by the smug smiles he kept throwing my way, he knew it.

My breasts ached,
but with an ache that I had so desperately longed for. It wasn't long ago that
I was hoping he would take me in and manhandle me, and it seems those wishes
and hopes had become my reality.

Looking at my
breasts in the mirror, I noticed that my normally pink nipples were a light
shade of red with what looked like slight hints of teeth marks over them. He
was an animal, and lucky for me, I hadn't been completely devoured just yet, so
there was much more to come my way.