Fraternizing

by C. C. Brown

  “It’s Phase Ten. It’s a frustratingly, fabulous game. Here is your phase card,” she said, tossing a card at me that held ten different phases. I looked it over, none of it meaning a damn thing to me. “You’ll get dealt a hand, and then with that hand you have to try and make each phase. One at a time. You lay a card or pick up from the deck, and then discard. The person with no cards left wins the hand. But I play with a twist. If you don’t get your phase, not only do you have to repeat it, but you also have to take a shot.”

  “So anyone can get their phase?” I asked, still slightly confused.

  “Yes. We could all get our phase, and then we move on to the next one.”

  I sort of got it. Alex sat back in his chair, eyes glued on me, lowly hooded by his dark lashes, with a deep smirk on his face. He knew how out of my element all of this was for me and was probably hoping I would lose. I was hoping for beginners luck.

  The first few hands were easy. I caught on rather quickly, easily getting my phases and avoiding the dreaded Jose. After a few more hands and a few too many stuck on phase four, I was three shots in and slowly feeling the buzz from the alcohol. Natasha was leading everyone, moving all the way up to phase seven. Alex and Riley were both right behind her on phase six. The room was beginning to get hot, leaving my skin damp, even with the air blowing from the vents and the ceiling fan circling overhead. The guys kept passing glances at one another, small covert eye twitches letting me know that something was up. Every skip card that they got was given to me, putting me further behind, leaving me with a multitude of cards and unable to complete my phase. I probably took three more shots before my body felt like it was overheating and I removed my tank top, without even thinking.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Alex asked, his voice a deep growl while picking up my top and sweeping over to me. I looked at Riley who had a goofy grin on his face, and Natasha who just looked aroused.

  “It’s hot in here.”

  “You’re drunk. Enough cards for the night.”

  “I’m good. I want to keep going.”

  Riley filled his glass with tequila and took the shot for good measure. He and Alex had only taken three, Natasha had only taken two. Alex picked me up from the chair and held me in his arms, bidding the two of them goodnight. He burst through the door, his big, strapping body holding me close as he walked me into the room and gently lay me down on the bed. The fan was turning at full speed, sending much needed air in my direction. Music played from his phone, the smooth rock music infiltrating my ears and rocking me to a melodious sleep. I awoke a few minutes later, or so it seemed, to Alex standing over by his dresser with nothing but beads of water coating his light caramel skin.

  “You want to take a shower?” he asked, turning around and giving me an eyeful of his thick and wondrous cock. I shook my head no, using my index finger to signal him over to me. He sat down on the bed, running his hands through my sweat dampened hair that now left slight tendrils sticking to parts of my face. “What’s running through your mind?”

  I peered up into his golden hued eyes, the gleam inside making me want to jump him at that very second. I was much too drunk to make such sudden movements, so I grabbed his head, pulled him down to me, and licked him up. I licked his lips, his nose, his cheeks, then gently kissed each spot, urging him on and spurring a quick and bulging erection from him. He wrapped one arm around my waist, the other going to my hair, and began kissing me with tenacious want. His tongue, velvety soft with just hint of tequila, took my mouth and claimed me as his hand grabbed hold of my ass and squeezed hard, making me moan with pleasurable pain.

  Alex slowly pulled away, removing the rest of my clothes and nuzzling down in between my legs when suddenly, stupidity hit me.

  Now would be the best time to get some things off my chest.

  I grabbed his head and pushed him away. His frustrated, panting body sat up, his eyes glaring down on me with aroused irritation.

  “What?” he asked, trying to hide the annoyance laced inside.

  “I just want to know. Why? Why Castillo?”

  He shut his eyes and blew out a breath. “You aren’t really asking me that right now, are you?”

  “Yes, I am. I need to know.”

  He shook his head and sat up on the bed, looking down on me.

  “I was fucking stupid, and she was readily available. I told you, I thought I could fuck you out of my system, but I realized then that I couldn’t even take another chick’s mouth on me. I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to make you believe that.”

  I watched him silently go through all sorts of emotions. This probably wasn’t the best time to be asking about all of this, but I had liquid courage and a plethora of questions that needed to be asked.

  “So you went out that night looking to fuck someone?”

  He shut his eyes again. I could tell the inquisition was growing too strong for him.

  “Yes. I did.”

  I lay quiet, unsure how I felt about his answer.

  “But I’ll tell you this, even though there was no exclusivity between us, it felt wrong. I hated it, and I put a stop to it. You’re in me. I need you, Blondie, and I’m going to do everything to make you realize that.”

  The rest of the questions I had in mind dissipated into tiny particles with his words, filling my head with insignificant specs of nothing. His words flowed out with deep sincerity, and the look in eyes shifted to adoration as he spoke about me.

  I sat up, the alcohol rushing to my head and leaving me in a slight daze. My hand caressed Alex’s strong bicep, the feel of his body making me want him me even more.

  “I need you to—“

  “Shut up and fuck me, Alex.”

  He pounced, pushing me back down on the bed and hovering over me. I stared up at him, my drunken haze seemingly gone as he smiled down on me, shaking his head.

  “This is the only time I will take a command from you. You understand that, Pfc. Bennett?”

  “I know you don’t take orders from Pfcs, so I’ll gladly take the punishment. Be rough, I think I deserve it.”

  Before long a condom wrapper was in his mouth. He tugged on it and ripped it open. He grabbed the condom from inside and rolled it onto his largely stiff cock.

  “You don’t even realize what you just asked for,” he whispered, bringing his chest down to meld with mine. I started to respond before I was calling out his name as he rammed his way inside of me, completely catching me off guard and shooting sparks off inside my body. He stilled inside, looking down at me while removing the hair from my face. My eyes were tightly shut as my top teeth held onto my lower lip.

  “I’m about to own you, Blondie. And when I’m done, the only words you’ll know are shit, fuck, and Alex.”

  He set to work, roughly rocking to and fro inside of me while licking, biting, and sucking on my neck.

  “Shit! Fuck! Fuck me, Alex!”

  I couldn’t hold back. He was pummeling my insides, ripping away at an imaginary barrier that seemed to be hindering him from reaching some imaginary objective. The louder I cried out, the harder he worked, grunting and holding tighter to my hair.

  “I have to get deeper. I need to embed myself in you like you’ve done to me.”

  He let go of my hair and sat up, easing his way out of me before standing on the floor at the side of the bed. He pulled me to the edge and wasted no time turning my body, grabbing onto my thighs and ramming his way back inside.

  I cried out as pleasurable bolts of lightning ripped through my core, hitting every wall surface with the deeper intrusion of his bulging, aggressive cock. I grabbed the blankets, fisting them tightly as he continued ramming his way to the depths of me.

  “Ahhh, you’re so fucking smooth, I’m never coming out of here,” Alex groaned with a guttural sound. He let go of one of my thighs, using his now free hand to smack my ass, giving just enough sting and bite to make me cry out his name.

  “Louder,” he growled, his voice growing dee
per as he beat harder into me. He smacked my ass again, double time, one smack right after the other.

  “Alex! Alex!” I screamed, having no other words come to mind. He knew me better than I knew myself. He left me ragged and almost speechless.

  “You like that?” he asked, now taking my hair into his hands and tugging roughly. I didn’t answer; I was too worn out to muster up the energy. His movements stopped, and he leaned down to softly nibble on my neck.

  “I asked you a question. When I ask a question, you answer. You understand that?” The grip on my hair grew tighter, but the ache of my almost there release consumed me, needing him to finish me off. “Do you like that?”

  “Yes… yes…I love it.” My desperate voice came barreling out, shocking me.

  He laughed, low and seductive, then quickly picked up the pace, one hand still holding rigidly to my hair while the other reached down and firmly pushed the tip of his thumb into my ass. The pain of the entrance surprised me, but pleasure masked it, making my growing climax that much more intense. I bit the blankets as he forced my head down, beating away at my pussy with so much force that I thought he would rip me in two.

  “Ahhhh… fuck… I’m coming!” I said, my words muffled by the bed spread.

  “I’m coming too, Blondie. Come with me.” His voice was deep and coarse. He beat into me a few more times, removing his thumb from my ass and letting go of my hair before grabbing onto my waist and pounding. My entire body went numb as Alex ravaged me, finishing me off as he groaned. I fell to the bed, Alex falling on top of me, our bodies breathing in succession, neither of us able to speak.

  After a few minutes, Alex rolled off of me, and I was finally able to turn over. We were both drained, completely sated, and over the bullshit. The angry, menacing fuck absolutely needed to happen.

  When my thoughts finally slowed, and I could think clearly, the music played into my ears putting a smile on my face. I reached over and turned it up. Alex scrunched his eyebrows at me.

  “This song is so fitting, don’t you think?”

  The chorus to Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade belted from the speakers, making me sing along as I lay my head down on Alex’s chest, feeling even closer to him through our intense fucking and now the melodic rhythm of his heartbeat.

  “I’m never going to do anything to make you change your mind ever again,” he responded, pulling me closer and nuzzling his nose in my hair.

  I reached over for his phone that was plugged into the speakers, and hit repeat. The song played over and over again as we lay intertwined with one another, my leg draped over his like a satiny sheet, and his hand, on my ass, rubbing and squeezing until we both fell asleep.

  Chapter 21

  Alex

  I could have stared at her all night long. So many times I wanted to wake her, to go round after round with her, but I didn’t because the peaceful and serene look on her face as she slept put a smile on my face and a lock on my cock. This was the first time I had woken up to her in my arms. It felt surreal.

  If someone had told me that, at this point in my life, I’d be waking up to a female in my bed, I would have laughed in their face. After Evelyn, I didn’t exactly turn into the romantic type. Screwing a random girl here and there was my forte, and it worked for me. No attachments, no feelings. Just fucking and ducking. Exactly what I had no intention of doing with Cassie.

  The morning sunlight kissed her skin, her naked body still in my arms. Running my fingers over her taut middle, the hardness of her rock solid abs electrified my core. Her pretty little lips smacked a couple of times as she squirmed under my touch. The innocence surrounding her made me smile, made me thankful that she was so forgiving.

  Unable to refrain any longer, I kissed her, soft and slow a few times, stirring her and interrupting her sleep. Her eyes squinted with the glow of the morning light, finally focusing on me as she slightly turned her head.

  “Morning,” I lightly said, smiling at her, then leaning to kiss her perfectly pout lips again.

  A hint of a smile spread across her lips as she gently exhaled.

  “I’m a little sore.” Her feeble morning voice slipped out as she shifted her legs in the bed.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “You told me to fuck you, then you told me to punish you. I did exactly what I was told--”

  “And then some,” she finished.

  “Let me check. I need to make sure you’re okay for what I have planned for the rest of the weekend.”

  I slipped under the sheets, worming my way down her body, splattering kisses with each inch. Once I reached her hips, I moved in between her legs, kissing my way over to her middle, readying my tongue to soothe her ache. I could smell myself on her, a welcomed scent, showing off that I had been there, and it was precisely where I belonged. I scooted down, placing my face directly at her core. I snuck a peek, seeing her usually pinkish flesh a slight shade darker, the lips to her beautiful pussy a tad bit puffy.

  “You’re a bit swollen,” I murmured, smiling under the sheets.

  She tried to close her legs, but I quickly stopped her.

  “Get from down there.”

  “Why?”

  “Because that’s embarrassing.”

  “I’ve seen, tasted, and explored every inch of this delectable body. There is nothing left to be embarrassed about.”

  I extended my tongue, licking her thick lips with slow, deliberate movements. She was definitely swollen, and if she did ache, I wanted to be the one to take it away. She began to moan, her hands reaching down and holding on to my head. I licked her lips, up and down, slightly sucking just for the fuck of it. She brought her legs up, moving her body further away from me, to which I briskly moved with her, now thrusting my tongue inside. She moaned even louder, hitting my head and squirming.

  “That’s not what you’re supposed to be doing,” she whined.

  I continued tasting her, ignoring her whines and moans as I dove further and further, filling her with me, savoring every piece of her. Her hips bucked and she tugged on my ears, gripping tighter with each swirl. I could tell she was close, so I didn’t let up. I intensified my licks, strengthening my sucks while finding her clit and circling away. Her moans turned into harrowing screams, my name filling the room. I kept at it, relentless sucks as she emptied herself, painting my face with her deliciously sweet cum.

  I was in heaven. I never wanted to leave.

  When her release was finally done, I lay down at her middle, mesmerized by the fact that she was mine. All mine.

  I couldn’t contain the smile creeping across my face as I finally emerged from the sheets. She put that happiness into me. She also brought it out of me. I licked my lips, slurping up the excess around my mouth. She scrunched her nose, a tiny laugh leaving her body.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked, lying back down next to her.

  “You are. You’re gross.”

  “You think you’re gross?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “I’m enjoying you. So if that’s gross, you’re calling yourself gross. And I have to argue. You’re delicious. So fucking delicious that I could eat you all day long.”

  I kissed her, smashing my mouth down to hers so that she had no choice but to get a good taste of herself, before rolling out of the bed and walking into the bathroom.

  “We need to get up and get going. I have a ton of shit I want to do with you today, and none of it involves any traces of this fucking desert.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “Don’t ask questions. I’ve got this. Now come and shower with me.”

  She rolled her eyes then got out of bed, slowly walking into the bathroom and stopping in front of the mirror.

  “Look at my hair. Yeah, a shower is very necessary.”

  I stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her middle, placing my chin down on her shoulder.

  “Then fuck the shower. Sex hair is perfect. Between that soreness and your hair, I’d say I’m
definitely leaving my mark.”

  She smacked my head then moved into the shower. I quickly followed behind her.

  After showering, we dressed and walked out to the kitchen. I walked behind her, watching the movement of her ass cheeks in her tight fitting maxi dress, or whatever she had called it. Her hair was thrown up into a damp, messy bun on the top of her head. The look displayed her neck, a beautiful, luscious part of her body. I sucked in my bottom lip, feeling my cock jump the longer I stared at her.

  Riley and Natasha were already in the kitchen with bacon, eggs, and coffee sitting in front of them as Riley read the Marine Corps Times.

  “Good morning, guys,” Cassie called out, sitting down at the island.