by C. C. Brown
"If I calm down, I may not want you to go back," she responded, shocking and exciting me at the same time. These were the first words she had been able to speak in quite some time, and the fact that she was challenging made me want to command her to give me every piece of her body.
But I didn't.
I just laid there, silently calling her bluff.
She lasted longer than I thought she would, but in the end she pulled my head back down to her sweet spot. I smiled, feeling like I had won a small victory in that moment. She was challenging, but she was no fucking match for me and I was ready to prove it to her.
I placed my nose at the entrance of her very succulent and already moist pussy, inhaling the sweet aroma of it as my mouth began to salivate at the very thought of getting a taste. Her hips moved up and down again and as I placed the tip of my tongue at her entrance.
My eyes caught a glimpse of a very intricate tattoo on her right hip. With only a hint of moonlight casting down onto it, I couldn’t make out exactly what the tattoo was, but I made a mental note to study it along with every inch of her body in greater detail later. At the moment, I just wanted to finally taste this girl who had been running circles in my mind over the course of the past week.
I removed one of my hands from her hip and traced my fingers down her thigh and over to her pussy. The lips seemed to be swelling with excitement and anticipation as I used my thumb and index finger to peel them back, giving my tongue the necessary space needed to dive in and explore the core of this mind blowing girl.
I backed her, forcing her legs up into the air while she used her elbows to steady her weight. I sat up on my knees, wrapped my arms around her thighs and grabbed hold of her, running my tongue from the middle of her thigh clear up to the top, stopping just before reaching her entrance. She was desperate for my tongue to get inside of her, so I moved over to her other thigh and did the same thing, only this time when I reached her entrance, I slowly sank my tongue in, causing her to gyrate her hips while moaning loud enough to wake up her neighbors next door.
"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.
The ache between my legs brought on by Alex's swift exit didn't leave, even after I’d tried releasing the pent up aggression myself. My fingers were no substitute for his tongue, his large, thick, skillful fingers, or even the tip of his thunderous cock that was locked and loaded, ready to unleash tremendous amounts of fury on me.
He had me wrapped around his finger, his cock, his tongue...
And I knew...
I just knew that it would be a long fall if I ever thought about getting off.
Just as I was pulling a shirt over my head, a loud couple of knocks sounded on the door. I pulled it open, looking at a fresh faced Dalton at 0545.
"Ready to go kill this run?" he asked, much too cheerful for a Saturday morning.
I wiped my tired eyes, which were near bloodshot since I hadn't gotten more than a few hours of intermittent sleep all night. I was in no mood to go on some heart pounding, chest heavi
ng, throat drying run with Dalton, and as I thought about how much I didn't want to go, Alex's orders to not spend time with him today came roaring back, fueling my rebellious side while encouraging me to do the exact opposite. If he was going to have anything with me, he needed to know that I wasn't a female who would cower at the whims of a man. I wanted to show him that he couldn't order me around-- except, of course, at work-- and I did need to run and improve my time if I wanted to boost my PFT score.
"As ready as I can be early on a Saturday morning," I dryly replied, yawning as I said it because I was in desperate need of some sleep.
"As soon as we get going, you'll be good as new," Dalton said, snapping a reflective belt around my waist. He pulled me out of the room and waited as I turned and locked the door, making sure that I wouldn't find myself in any sort of trouble with any of the instructors possibly roaming around the barracks.
"Where's Ruiz?" he softly asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Beats the hell out of me. If any of the instructors find out she stayed out all night long, she'll be in some serious trouble."