PRIVATE: A Military Romance Novel (Military Men Book 2) (12 page)

Finally, my shirt came free. Rafter pushed it over my shoulders before it fell back onto the table. He stared at my boobs like a hungry animal who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“Take off your bra,” he said.

“Is that an order?” I hoped it was, my pussy was begging for some commands.

“Yes, it is, private. Take off your bra, I’m not going to tell you twice.” The corners of his lips quirked into a smirk. He had me, hook, line, and sinker.

“Yes, sir.” I saluted before reached around and unclasping. I slid it off and threw it onto the table with my shirt. The air felt cool on my chest after being contained in my heavy uniform.

My nipples were hard little buds, making my breasts pert and aching. Rafter’s hands were instantly on them, rolling my nipples between his fingers. It did nothing to soothe the throbbing between my legs, I just needed him to be inside me.

“You’ve got nice tits, private,” he said appreciatively, never stopping his caressing. I leaned into his touch, wanting more and more of whatever he was offering. “What other nice bits do you have?”

One of his hands ran down my waist until he could cup my pussy in his hand. I moaned with the sudden pressure, urging him to do everything harder.

“Do you have a nice cunt, private?”

I nodded, barely able to speak when my body was on fire. I needed him so badly. He was going too slowly and that’s not what I needed. I yearned for some release, some rough treatment in this clandestine meeting.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I have a nice cunt, sir.”

His fingers walked up to the zipper on my pants and slid it open. His hand snaked under the fabric to roll over my panties. They were standard issue and made for comfort rather than sexiness, but I doubted it mattered to him in that moment.

“You’re so wet already.”

He was strumming my pussy through the fabric of my panties. My body was on fire, driven completely wild by the man. My clit was so sensitive it felt like I could practically feel his fingerprints. I leaned into his hand, coaxing him to touch me harder. All I wanted was for him to break through my panties and give me want I wanted.

He pulled back instead, only to dive under the fabric. I moaned when his skin met mine. His fingers deftly slid between my folds, stroking my clit and tickling the sensitive skin.

“You’re absolutely drenched.”

“You can blame yourself for that,” I replied. Although, he didn’t really even have to try, one look at his sexy body and I was a horny wet mess.

Rafter chuckled but he didn’t relent in his caressing. One hand was still on my boob, kneading the flesh and making me glad for their size. They might get in the way when I trained, but they sure were fun when they were played with.

With all the tension over the last few weeks my clit could barely hold in the orgasm. The realization that I was already so close to coming made me panic. I wanted him to keep going for a while longer but I was too horny.

Rafter must have realized it too. “Cum for me, private. I want to see your sexy-as-fuck face when you cum. Do it for me. That is an order.”

I had my command and my body was all too happy to comply. I let go as he stroked along the length of my clit again. The orgasm started as a ripple before it completely took over.

My breathing was heavy and hot as it tore through me, shredding me to pieces and scattering me into the wind. Rafter’s hand stilled as he watched me, his eyes sparkling with joy at what he had done to me.

My pussy throbbed and kicked into high gear while it pulsed with happiness. My belly quivered as I fought to stay together. It had been a long while since I’d had sex with anyone and all that tension was finally being released from my body.

Rafter pulled me close to him, tugging me into a hug as I started to calm down. I thought for sure I was going to be set on fire and spontaneously combust. It wasn’t just the temperature of the desert but rather the effect Rafter had on me.

I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest as he held me close. Nowhere in the world could have felt better than where I was at that moment. The war seemed to fade away, making it seem like we were in a bubble where nothing could hurt us.

“You look so beautiful when you’re happy,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. I pulled back to make sure he wasn’t joking but there was nothing but endearment in his expression.

“I want to see what
you
look like happy,” I said, still craving to have his cock and the pounding it would give to me.

“Are you talking back to me, private?”

“I guess so, sir.” I couldn’t keep the grin from my face.

He spanked my ass, making me jump from the surprise and pleasure. He did it again and rubbed the area. I still had my pants on so it didn’t hurt at all, but I wanted more. I would have been more than happy for Rafter to
punish
me further.

“It’s time I showed you how to behave,” he continued, lowering his voice to a breathy whisper by my ear. “I’m going to put you over the table and fuck you hard. Will that help you to remember not to talk back to your superior, private?”

A shiver ran down my spine with the sweet anticipation. “Yes, sir.”

He pulled back so there was room for my hands to start on his shirt buttons. They were shaking with excitement as I undid each one, opening up the shirt so I could get a good look at all his rippling muscles.

I wanted to lick my way across his chest, feel every plane with my taste buds until his cock was hard and throbbing for completion. One day I would get to do that, until then we needed to be quick.

He shrugged out of his shirt as I started on his pants. His eyes bore into me, watching every one of my movements with that sexy smirk he had perfected. It made me clumsy as I reached for his pants. My fingers brushed over the bulge, feeling his cock was already hard and ready for me.

I unzipped his pants and he wriggled out of them, letting them fall to the floor. His boxers were easy after that, the thin material falling away. His cock sprung free in all its glory, the thick and long length surpassing even my wildest fantasies.

Rafter grabbed my hand and pushed the palm against his cock. My fingers instantly closed into a grip, making him suck in a deep breath with the feeling. He gently guided my hand up and down his length, his hips bucking with the motion.

“Hmmm, that’s perfect,” he moaned. We continued the motion, his face calming with the sensation. His cock was getting harder in my hand; so hard that it wouldn’t be long before he shot his load.

He stopped suddenly, letting my hand go as he opened his fiery eyes. “Take off your pants and get on the table, private.”

Our eyes locked together while I slid off my pants and then my panties. With both of us completely naked, there was stopping us from doing what we were both so desperate to.

He lifted me up and sat me on the table, the sudden cold on my ass was a whole new welcome sensation. His arms circled me, holding me steady while he lowered me backwards. My back was cold for only a few moments before they acclimated to the wood of the table.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he murmured like it was a promise. “You’re so goddamn sexy, private. I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“You don’t have to,” I replied.

He shook his head slightly before leaning forward and pressing his lips onto mine. His kiss was hungry as our tongues knotted together. I could no longer tell where I ended and he began. We were simply one, together.

The table creaked under his weight as he climbed on. My legs wrapped around him, twining with his to ensure neither of us were going anywhere without the permission of the other.

His cock rested on my pussy before he started sliding it up and down. My clit was teased with the weight of his hard member, taking my desire up by a hundred notches. As good as he felt on the outside, he would be even better on the inside.

“I need you,” I whispered, hoping Rafter understood what I was asking for. Even if he made me beg for it, I knew I would. But there was no time, I needed him inside or I was going to explode.

“It’s coming, sweetheart,” he replied, his cock gliding along my clit one last time before he positioned it at my entrance.

With my chest heaving in anticipation, he thrust in and stretched my tight cunt to accommodate his generous girth. I shifted position, making sure he could go in as deep as he needed to.

The sensation of being filled was exactly what I needed. All the stress and worries were soothed with his cock, making me forget everything except what we were doing in that moment.

Rafter’s hand caressed down my belly, making me shiver from his gentle touch. His fingers slid against my clit, stroked me with each thrust.

Nothing compared to his cock as it slid in and out of me. Rafter pounded his hard shaft into my pussy, keeping up an increasingly fast rhythm.

My world was cracking around me while I was so enveloped by the man. It was like having sex with an Adonis, there was no part of me he didn’t claim as his. And I wanted to give everything I had to him.

My body.

My soul.

He could possess all of me and I would never deny him anything. We were connected in the most primal of ways and it made my body thrum with pleasure.

“Ah,” I moaned, trying to keep it together just that little bit longer so I could stretch out the feeling of intensity in the moment.

Rafter rubbed circles around my clit while he continued to rock his hips with mine. I had never chased an orgasm so intently before, both dreading and welcoming it. I didn’t want the moment to be over, I wanted to hold on for as long as I possibly could.

Rafter brushed the hair from my face, such a sweet gesture in amongst the hot panting of our breaths. His eyes were ablaze with heat, focused on nothing but me and the feelings we shared.

With the gentle caress of my cheek, I knew Rafter was the kind of man that could play two roles. He could be this fiery sex god and he could also be the tender boyfriend every girl wished for. He had it all within him and he had shown me just a mere glimpse.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered reverently. I couldn’t find words to reply. All I could do was bite down on my lip so I didn’t scream out my pleasure. If I did that, the entire base would be able to hear me.

Even those back home would hear.

His lips met mine, his tongue owning my mouth just like his cock did to my pussy. We were just one person now, our hearts beat as a single unit.

His fingers slid around my clit, sharing the fiery intensity that burned in his eyes. I was barely in control of my body, I had surrendered it to him. Rafter had complete ownership of my pleasure and I couldn’t wait for him to give me release. Every moment until then would be an added bonus.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Rafter whispered. He was so composed as his cock moved in a fluid motion. In and out of me, he filled my pussy and stretched every piece of me. “Sweetheart, I can’t live without you. I don’t know how anymore.”

Our eyes met, conveying so much more than our words could. I wanted him to know I felt the same but I didn’t know if I could. I’d declared my love too easily before and it led to nothing but heartache. I wanted this to be different, it couldn’t end up like my last relationship.

His fingers played with my clit until it was impossible to stay together any longer. While Rafter studied my expression, I was thrown off the edge of the cliff and it felt like I would never hit the ground again.

The orgasm spilled out from my belly, making me quiver all over in ecstasy. The heat thundered through my body like a storm, covering every piece of me until I was a blazing inferno.

I cried out Rafter’s name, wishing we had more privacy than the base allowed. I wanted to yell my pleasure from the top of every building until there was no breath left in me.

“Shit,” Rafter murmured as he found his own cliff to dive off. His hips bucked into me a couple more times before they stilled. Our bodies were pressed against one another and silent, but what was going on underneath my skin was like fireworks.

I was never going to get my heart to slow down again. My breath would never be anything other than ragged. And my eyes would only ever see Rafter as the man I loved.

His arms slid around my body as he lifted me into a sitting position. His cock was still buried deep inside me, keeping a physical connection that matched our emotional bond. Our naked bodies were damp with sweat as they recovered. Rafter held me against him, his body slightly shaking.

The sex had been primal and hard. Whatever was keeping us drawn to each other was strong and there was no way we would be able to deny it now. One moment had changed everything, there was no going back to ignoring our feelings.

I wasn’t going to be the first to admit them, but I wondered if Rafter felt it too. I didn’t feel confident enough that he would reciprocate in order to say it first. As tough as it was, I needed to protect myself first.

He pulled away from me, leaving a cold space where his body once was. His cock slid out of me, dragging a trail of his cum with him. He cleaned it up before the table could get messy.

Rafter turned away from me and started picking up our clothes. He gathered mine together and handed them to me. I started to dress, feeling slightly awkward in the silence.

I needed to say something. “What do we do now?”

“I don’t know. Pretend like it never happened, I guess. Nobody can know about this.” He looked at me seriously and I felt a lump form in my throat. He regretted having sex with me already, he couldn’t even pretend for a few minutes more.

My clothes stuck to my skin as I dressed. I was trying to hurry so he didn’t see the disappointment in my eyes. I had hoped for something more than just a quick fuck in the office.

Rafter was fully clothed when he spoke again. “This has to be our secret. You know it’s forbidden for us to be doing this, especially considering I’m your superior. We could both lose our jobs.”

“I get it, you regret it. I was just a piece of ass you wanted for one time. You don’t need to give me a lecture.”