Fraternizing (43 page)

I let Dalton know
where I’d be, and he decided to go to Subway and have dinner with me, then take
the taxi out in town and do a little shopping so that it didn’t look suspicious
that I was leaving all by myself. He was always thinking where my mind was
lacking. When I got to Alex’s house, Dalton told me to text him and let him
know when I needed him to come back and get me. I hugged him and thanked him
for everything, especially for incurring the wrath of Alex and still standing
by me. He brushed it off and kissed my forehead as I got out and walked up the
driveway.

Alex opened the
door wearing nothing but a pair of PT shorts. My eyes immediately darted to his
chest. His body was pure perfection, and at times I couldn’t believe that I had
open ended
access to it. He pulled me in, kissing me
hard before whispering, “You’re wearing too much clothing.” He picked me up and
threw me over his shoulder, carrying me away to the living room where Natasha
was straddling Riley on the couch. She looked up and smiled while trying to
pull her shirt down.

“Hey, Cassie. Nice
to see you again.”

“Hi,” I said,
trying to free myself from Alex’s hold. I reached down and pinched his
ass--even though I didn’t get much since it was hard like a plate of steel--and
he finally let me go. “What are you two up to tonight?”

“I’m hoping Chris
can make me scream all night long like Alex did to you the other night. We can
have a contest.”

Alex laughed. “No
one can do the shit I do, so you’ve already lost. And anyway, we aren’t
staying. I’m leaving for the weekend, and I need my girl all to myself.”

“Well, sounds
like you’re getting fucked somewhere else. Enjoy it, Cassie.”

I laughed.
Natasha was a blunt chick who made no qualms about anything she had to say.

“Have a good
night you two,” Riley called out. “I’ll finally get to use that island the way
it’s intended to be used.”

I wanted to throw
up in my mouth. Riley and Natasha naked, on top of the kitchen island? The
thought made me never want to eat food up there again. Alex didn’t say anything:
instead, he took my hand and walked us back to his room. He quickly removed his
PT shorts,
then
put on a pair of jeans, foregoing the
boxers or any sort of underwear. A slight grin crossed my lips as I thought
about how easy he was making it on himself to get to me.

We left the
house, not saying goodbye to Riley or Natasha since they were back in his
bedroom, moans crashing through the walls as the headboard knocked loudly. I
hoped that they would stay back there and leave the kitchen a clean place to
eat, but Natasha seemed like a wild child.
 

Alex helped me
into the truck, then went around to his side and hopped in. We backed out of
the driveway and headed into the darkness with nothing but the moonlight and
the twinkling stars casting light on the blackened streets. I sat in the
middle, my head resting on Alex’s shoulder as he stroked my leg.

“Where are we
going? No more surprise family visits.”

He looked over to
me and smiled, the golden tint of his eyes gleaming.

“You mean you
don’t want to meet my second cousins?”

“Not funny.”

He laughed again.
“I don’t have any family out here. I just want you all to myself before I have
to go days without looking at you.”

“What about
curfew? If the fire watch checks and I’m not there, I’ll be reported to the
duty.”

“You think I
haven’t thought about all of that. Don’t worry about it. I took care of it.”

“What did you
do?”

“I took care of
it. That’s all that matters.”

He turned onto a
road that led through the middle of Yucca Valley, leading us into even more
desolate grounds. After driving another fifteen minutes, Alex pulled off the
road and around the back of three oversized boulders that were decorated in
painted love notes and graffiti. The sound of the crickets chirping was the
only noise that could be heard, and the darkness of the night covered us in
ultimate privacy, away from any potential passing cars.

“We’re here,”
Alex said, turning off the ignition and turning up the radio. I looked into his
eyes, passion and heat burning from them. “I’ve thought about bringing you here
ever since I met you.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.” He leaned
over and kissed me. “Come on, I have something to show you.”

I followed him
out of the truck, walking to the bed where he let down the tailgate and took my
hand, helping me into the back. There were a couple of sleeping bags, pillows,
and a bag of food.

“What the hell,
Alex? Are we sleeping out here?”

“I wish, but I
have to be at the airport at five in the morning, so I plan on getting as much
time out here with you as possible.”

He hopped in and
rolled out the sleeping bags, placing the pillows at the head of the bed. I sat
listening to the music blaring through the truck speakers, feeling the urge to
dance when
Gorilla
by Bruno Mars
started playing. The sensual beat of the song started up, and I stood, leaving
my hand on his head as I pushed him down. His eyes darkened behind the shield
of his lowering eyelids while a coy smile stretched across his mouth. I slowly
swiveled my hips, thrusting my pelvis at him. He reached out for me, but I
swatted his hands away, laughing at his obvious torture.

“Take em’ off,”
he huskily whispered. I looked down between his legs and noticed the bulging
and excited cock lying beneath his jeans. It only made me want to take him
further.

Slowly gliding my
shorts down my legs, I stared into his eyes: low, hooded, and burning with
need. Once my shorts were down to my ankles, I stepped out of one side,
then
kicked the other up and onto him. They landed on his
head, hanging off of one side.

Standing before
him in nothing but a skimpy pair of panties, I moved closer and placed my foot
up and on his shoulder. I rolled my hips in front of him, holding his head in
place as he pushed his face into my pussy. His hands were on me, and I swatted
them away, then quickly swung my leg over his head, and turned on my heel,
bending over to touch the lining of the truck bed. Alex playfully slapped my
ass a couple of times, just hard enough to make it sting.

“You’re fucking
killing me, Blondie,” he whispered, blowing out a deep breath. I could tell he
was completely riled up, and my lips formed into a playful smile that he
couldn’t see. “I’m fucking hungry. It’s my turn.”

The soft and
gentle Alex was gone. He held firm to my panties then yanked them down. He
quickly turned me around and ran his finger over my slit, then licked that same
finger and did it again.

Those deliciously
sinister eyes looked up to me, and a devious smile caressed his lips. He leaned
over to his bag and took out a basket of strawberries, a can of whipped cream,
and a bottle of chocolate.

“I thought we’d
have some strawberry shortcake under the stars tonight.”

“You have no
cake.”

“You’re the
cake.”

My heart sped up.
The prospect sounded so decadent, even if I wasn’t the one eating.

“My turn to tease
you,” he warned.

I was already hot
and wet, and his choice of words only ignited more of a fire inside of me.

I stood as he
moved to his knees, kissing the inside of my thighs while working his fingers
over my hips, and down my inner thigh. He eased a couple of fingers into me,
temporarily taking my breath away. The slow, tortuous pace he used had me
swirling my hips, trying to take more of him than he was giving me. Just as I
was beginning to feel his fingers working me into
a frenzy
,
he gently slipped them out, moving to the bag.

“I’m ready to
eat,” he said, grinning as he poured chocolate over a strawberry.

He took the
whipped cream can and shook it a couple of times, then sprayed the slick
whiteness between my legs, making me shiver from the cool feel of it. He took
the strawberry and ran it along my slit, scooping up some of the whipped cream.
Bringing the berry to his lips, he took a large bite, letting the juices run
down his mouth. He did this a few more times until the strawberry was gone and
there was nothing but whipped cream left to eat away.

“Come here,” he
rasped, pulling me close by my bare ass.

“I need a good
cleaning,” I whispered.

“I know. I’m here
to do just that.”

 
Before another word was spoken, Alex’s
tongue was on me, slowly taking in the residual cream. He occasionally took
small sucks, clinging to my lips, while making me weak in the knees. I
frantically ran my hands over the top of his head, unable to keep them still as
it felt like he sucked the life out of me. One of his hands left my ass, the
other moved under my shirt, unhooking my bra, then moving to the front and
squeezing my breast. His tongue was relentless, diving into me and licking with
tenacious fervor. My moans turned to
high pitched
shrieks, which Alex loved since they wouldn’t be heard by anyone for miles.

He licked faster
and sucked harder, moaning how delicious I tasted and how lucky he was to be
the man with his mouth on me. My body was tingling from the waist down. I knew
my release was close.

“I’m coming, Alex!”

He pulled away,
looking up as he pulled a condom on out of his pocket and ripped it open, then
pulled his jeans down and slid it on.

“You’re coming
with me deep inside of you. Move forward.” There was an exorbitant amount of
need in his voice; the lust, the
love,
all of it had
me like putty in his hands.

I moved forward
as he stood and moved behind me. I noticed a sticker on his back window that
I’d never paid attention to before. It was white with a ram in the middle.
If you can’t dodge it, ram it!
It was so
fitting for Alex; he had that mindset in everything he did, and right now, I
was about to be on the receiving end of it.

He took my hands
and placed them on the roof of the truck.

“Don’t move those
hands or I’ll figure out some way to punish your ass.”

The delicious
threat had me contemplating making him act on it, but I obliged, sitting my
hands on the top of the truck while he held on to my breasts and worked his way
into me. The thickness of his cock and the tightness of my core worked against
one another, making me wince and gasp as he dug further and further.

“Being inside of
you is such a delicious treat. I don’t think I can ever get enough.”

He went harder,
beating into me with enough power and passion to plow me over. Luckily, he was
still holding me, but the sensation was much too strong, and I couldn’t take it
anymore. I reached back for him, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling
him into me.

He stalled, and a
deep, dark laugh left him as I pulled him close. “You always have to learn the
hard way, don’t you?”

I didn’t know
what he meant by that, and I didn’t care. The feeling was much too intense to
focus on anything else at the moment. As one hand still lay on the top of the
truck, Alex removed my other from his neck and placed it back where he had it. He
stepped back, pulling me with him as he kept himself inside.

“Someday, you’ll
learn,” he said, pushing my back down as he held firmly to my hips.

He wasn’t moving.
We
were just there, in the back of the truck,
me bent over, him standing while inside of me
. Then he
pulled out. I was confused. I tried to look back, but he caught my head and
turned it back around. The suspense of it all had me on edge, and I was still
very close to coming, needing to release before I felt like I would explode. Just
as my breathing picked up to a frantic need, Alex’s hand came down, heavy and
hard on my ass, making me jump and yelp.

“You can try and
scream all you want, Blondie, but I’m about to fuck you hard, and I’ll more
than likely take your breath away.”

 
He smacked my ass again before thrusting
himself
back into me and going to work
. He kept true
to his promise, pounding away as he held onto my hair in a tightly fisted grip.
Broken cries came out as I felt Alex reaching a level that stunned my mind,
making me briefly open my eyes and come face to face with the
ram it
sticker. It was almost as if it
was meant exclusively for us.

His hand that sat
on my hip coursed down in between my legs, his fingers rubbing and tickling my
clit. A few seconds of that and I lost it. I finally screamed out his name,
coming loud and violently as my body shook from the force of the release.

I was spent.

Done.

Finished.

Only Alex wasn’t,
and he continued tearing into my limp body. He finally pulled me upright,
moving back to the head of the truck bed and placing my hands back on roof. He
grunted a few times before he stilled, one of his hands on my hip, the other
holding firm to my chest, just below my neck. His release was long and just as
violent, shaking the bed of truck as he groaned obscenities into the warm,
nighttime air. Bruno Mars screamed out our climaxes, yelling about hard fucking
and such, making me love the song that much more.

We slumped down
together, one big, languid mess on the sleeping bags, breathing heavily as
feeling finally made its way back into my lower half.

“Well, if this
Marine Corps thing doesn’t work out, I know you’ve got other talents and can
work elsewhere.”

I hit him,
pretending to be offended.

“I’d make a hell
of a lot more money, that’s for sure.”

He took my face
in his hand, turning me so that his warm, golden eyes met with my green.

“No other
motherfucker is ever going to see this prize package the way I do. I’d beat
their fucking eyes out.”