by C. C. Brown
"Ahem," Jensen said. He and Newsome stared down at me with baffled expressions staining their faces.
I sat up, having fallen asleep in the back of the classroom. I wiped my eyes before running my fingertips over my lips, having sworn I had Bennett pinned up against a wall, tasting her beautifully sculpted body while she taunted me, letting go of her inhibitions and giving herself to me. Feeling the bulge that was my cock, I reached down to massage it, trying to discreetly ease the ache that had settled into what was turning into the most sensitive part of my body.
I was losing control. Never had I ever fallen asleep, drifted off, or lost my train of thought when it came to my job-- until now. My feral attraction to Bennett was beginning to destroy me. My psyche wouldn't allow me to move on from her. She was imprinted in my mind.
"What the fuck, man? Falling asleep in the classroom?" Jensen asked, looking absolutely disgusted. Thankfully the classroom was empty.
"I don't know what the fuck got into me," I lied, rubbing my hands over my eyes again.
"I know what the fucks gotten into you," Jensen sneered. "Get yourself together, Alex."
I abruptly stood up, my chair loudly scratching against the floor, bringing myself face to face with Jensen. Even though I was off my game, I was still his senior and wouldn't tolerate his shit.
"You better stand the fuck down, Jensen," I hissed.
Our breathing intensified as we stood glaring at one another, scowls deepening as neither of us wanted to back down.
"Whoa. Fill me in. I want to know what the fucks gotten into both of you," Newsome said, trying to diffuse the combustible situation we now found ourselves in.
"It's nothing, man," I said. "Nothing at all."
He didn't look convinced.
Jensen turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving Newsome and me standing there. I needed to let him know that he had gone too far with Bennett the night before.
"Hey, man. Just wanted to say thanks for yesterday." I grabbed the back of his neck, playfully gripping it.
A bright smile crept across his face. "Oh, no problem, man. I love picking out the example. It always feels good getting to blow out my frustrations by destroying shit."
He laughed, but I couldn't join in. He took one look at my face and stopped.
"I appreciate it, but don't go overboard like that next time."
"But, that's what we always--"
I stopped him, gripping just a bit harder. "I know. But for a female, that was a bit too much. You understand that?" I responded, my voice growing more defense with every word spoken.
Confusion swept over him as he looked at me with piqued curiosity, but I didn't say anything further. I simply patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to go on his way. He didn't say another word, instead strolling outside and lighting up his cigarette.
He was right. We did normally pick out an example and go ape shit on them, but where Bennett was concerned, that shit had rubbed me raw and pissed me off.
Staring at my watch, I realized I only had about ten minutes left of the fifteen minute break normally allotted to the students. I stepped into my office and slammed the door shut, throwing my cover on the desk and yelling out my frustrations. Perspiration coated my face as I ran my hands over it, trying to figure out a sensible way to drain the pent up aggression raging inside of me.
Sitting down in my chair, I blew out an exasperated breath while thoughts of Bennett came crashing back into my mind with the force of a wrecking ball. How this girl had mind fucked me with one brief encounter was beyond me. Ever since the day I swore into the Corps, nothing and no one, with the exception of family, had ever come before it. The shit they preached to you in bootcamp about the guy to the right and left of you being your brother was taken to heart. I would gladly take a bullet for any of these motherfuckers, and believed wholeheartedly in everything the Corps laid out before us.
Bennett challenged those beliefs and placed me between a rock and a hard place. On one end, the rules mattered. They kept order in an often unorganized world, but on the other end, the rules were a roadblock to a very enticing prize at the end of a very winding road. They were the stern warning given to a dog who's just had a bone placed before him and told not to touch. Bennett was the warning that I didn't want to heed.
Looking down at my watch, I sat up, patiently awaiting composure to take hold of my body. There was no way I was going back into that classroom with my cock throbbing and mind wandering. After straightening my uniform, I walked out to the bathroom, leaning over to splash some cold water over my face. A cold shower would have been a much better choice, but the face splash was all I could accomplish at the moment.
I grabbed a few paper towels, wiping and drying off my face and hands, when Jensen walked in, stopping at the urinal. He finished his piss, then made his way over to the sinks, washing his hands while looking at me through the mirror.
"Have you fucked her?" he asked, putting me on guard with the high level of bite in his tone. He didn't look away after asking the question.
"That's none of your fucking business, Brandon."
He grabbed a few paper towels and dried his hands, turning to face me with pure malice in his eyes.
"It's my fucking business when it brings chaos into the schoolhouse. You understand better than most why these rules are put in place. You were the last person I ever thought I’d have to watch over when it came to shit like this."
"You don't need to watch over shit when it comes to me. I'm just fine," I hissed, growing more annoyed with every word he spoke.
"You sure about that? Because I can't remember that last time our lead instructor flirted with one of his students, set up field day failures to get near her, and fell asleep on the job. You'd have someone's rank for falling asleep on duty. It's not like you, Alex"
"Like I've already said, there is nothing to fucking worry about," I grumbled, glaring at him before walking towards to the exit door.
"I'm just letting you know I won't stand by and lie about this shit."
I stopped just as my hand was grasping the knob.
"What did you say?"
"I won't lie about it. If a senior asks about this shit, I will not dishonor myself or my service. The Corps is bigger than one man."
My eyes dimmed as I walked back in his direction, stopping just before him.
"There won't be shit to tell because nothing has happened," I coldly responded, glaring my icy stare at him.
In body size, Jensen was my equal, so he showed no signs of being intimidated. We stood for what felt like a lifetime, staring at one another, willing the other to back down. With two alpha males in the same room, standing on opposite sides of the issue, the air was beginning to go stale.
"Let's just keep it that way," Jensen said, finally breaking the showdown before striding out.
All of my earlier attempts at putting my jumbled nerves on ice were completely thwarted. If it was this obvious for Jensen, then others must have noticed as well. It shocked me when that thought sprung to mind, but I couldn't find a fuck to give. Getting a taste of Bennett felt like a mission that I had to complete, and unfortunately for me, missions required a certain level of precision to attain, and I never abandoned one.
Ever.
On my way back to the classroom, Castillo stopped me, worry clouding her eyes as she stood before me.
"You alright, Cruz?"
"Just fine," I answered, not wanting to get into this with anyone else.
"Well hey, I know you've got duty tonight, I was thinking about skipping Coyotes. I can drop off dinner or something." A smile touched her lips, making me relax the rigidly held muscles in my face that had formed into a tight scowl.
"You really don't have to do that. I can manage."
She smiled again, this time larger.
"I know you can manage. Call it returning the favor. I owe you dinner, from our last date."
She smiled again, patting my shoulder as she walked by. We hadn
't been on any dates, so I wasn't quite sure where that shit had come from.
My eyes followed her out of the courtyard, landing on Bennett not too far away—she had heard our conversation. The look on her face punched me in the gut, turning my stomach and making me weak. She looked at me with contempt in her eyes, and for the girl who I was ready to risk it all for, that was the last way I wanted her to see me. I wasn't about to let her slip through my fingers before I‘d even gotten the chance to have them explore her.
"Stay in tonight," I told her after casually making my way over to her. I didn't know what was going through her mind, but I was sick of fucking around with mine.
She looked at me, albeit briefly, then turned for the walkway as if nothing had ever even happened. I knew every time I got too close to her it was a reckless move, but I felt like I was losing ground. I needed her to know that I wasn't just having lewd thoughts about her; I wanted her. Even with the rules and consequences laid out before us, I was willing if it meant both of us getting to fulfill the ache that lay inside. I didn't want her giving that Dalton kid, or Castillo for that matter, another fucking thought, and by brazenly taking her and showing her that I meant business, I was pretty confident that I would accomplish my goal.
Chapter 8
Cassie
Sgt. Cruz must have thought I was a fucking idiot.
As much as Angelica infuriated me, she hadn’t been lying when she said she'd seen them together having dinner. Why would I have thought any differently? The way he’d come on to me at Coyotes could only mean he was aggressive in his confidence, and while he was intoxicatingly good looking, that confidence led me to believe that he had bedded plenty of women, so why would I be any different? He wanted in my pants from the moment he saw me. That wasn't the characteristic of a guy who wants to have a relationship.
The best part of all of this was that we hadn't gone too far, so my disgust with him would make it easier to avoid any more compromising situations. My focus should have been on passing this course and getting out and into a unit, not worrying about my instructor trying to fuck me, then turning around and fucking his co-worker. I don't know where I’d let my mind go, but it was time to reign it back in. Thinking about Cruz nonstop was taking its toll on me. My studies were being neglected, and it had showed in today's test. I couldn't think straight. My mind was all over the place, except for where it needed to be.
At one point, I’d even sat at my desk with his eyes burning into me from behind. Instead of focusing on radio signals and frequencies, my mind drifted to the kinetic energy that I wanted to create with him. His lips, besides other things that I've had the pleasure of feeling, were probably his best asset. Those lips had devoured me and sent chills up and down my spine with just the mere brush of them. Plump, moist, and soft, the next place I wanted them was in between my legs, sucking the life out of me. His tongue, the thick, moistness of it, held the same aggressive nature that he as a person, held. The way he used it, overpowering and inhibiting me, forced thoughts of it inside of me, licking and teasing my clit until I exploded all over him. These thoughts were consuming me, and in every way that counted, they were also destroying me.
He’d told me to stay in tonight, but after internally debating with myself and trying to channel my frustrations with him, there was no way that was going to happen. I would not allow myself to become my mother, waiting on the sidelines for a man while he was out exploring every piece of ass that walked his way. No fucking way. This had my mother written all over it. I didn't want to be anything like her, and my first step to distancing myself from her was joining the Marine Corps, even when she repeatedly belittled me, telling me how much of a failure I would be.
Those words were banging loud and clear. For the first time in a long time, something she had said to me was actually welcomed. Not in the sense that she was right, but her words were my reality check. Failure was not an option for me, but while I didn't have nearly as much to lose as Cruz, I did stand to lose something that I valued--my burgeoning career. As much I told myself that my career came first, I couldn't deny the pull that Cruz had on me and my body. When he spoke so brashly, my body responded, pleading with me to cure the ache and just let him ravish it. I had to work double time to stop the thoughts, to stop the feelings, and as difficult as it was proving to be, I was determined to get it done.
"Hey dreamer. You about ready?" Dalton asked, standing in the doorway of my room. He looked so much different out of uniform with his skinny jeans, black t-shirt, plain black slide-on Vans, and nerdy glasses. I couldn't help but smile at him.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Just let me lock up my locker."
"Shit. I heard about that. Sorry. Newsome can be kind of fucking crazy."
I laughed while locking up the locker and double checking to be sure that I wouldn't have another repeat of Field Day night.
"You're telling me. I thought he was going to put me through these brick walls in here."
"Well, his buddy isn't much better. Sergeant Smith chucked an apple at some Private's head today in class, then was on him like a bad rash after that, screaming in his face because he had dozed off. I thought he was going to pop a blood vessel."
My mind drifted to Cruz who had fallen asleep in class today. I couldn't be sure that anyone else had noticed, but I had, only because I kept stealing glances at him.
"So anyway, what about Sgt. Cruz?"
"What about him?" I asked, my voice stiff and defensive.
"He looked like he was going to smash my face in earlier today. What's his deal?"
I sighed. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to definitively find out that something had been going on between us.
"He's just intense. He's always telling us how our first priority is passing this course so that we can get to the fleet. That's all."
Dalton didn't look like he was buying a word of my lie. His eyebrows shot up, and a faint smile traced his lips, but I didn't feed it. As far as I was concerned, I was going to have nothing more to do with Sgt. Cruz than to listen to him teach me about radio communications so that I could get to a unit and do my job.
"Anyway. Transformers. What is this about?"
Dalton stopped walking and held his chest, breathing hard and pretending to be in shock.
"You're fucking kidding, right?"
"No. I don't know anything about it."
He took my hand and placed it on his chest. His heart wasn't beating any faster than normal, but he was playing up the part, trying to hit home the fact that I was desperately out of the loop.
"They were only my favorite action figures as a kid. I had every single Transformers toy ever made."
"Okay. So what is this movie about?"
"Robots, good and bad, caught in a battle for Earth." I looked half amused. "Trust me, it's kick ass. I've seen it twice already."
"Then why would you want to see it again?" I asked, laughing.
"Because of the pure awesomeness of it. You're going to love it too, rock girl."
"Rock girl?" I asked, confused by the nickname.
"Yeah, rock girl. You must have lived under a rock to not know what Transformers are."
I blushed, then awkwardly laughed. I had been living under a figurative rock with my mom, and not one that I'd wanted to come out from under either.
"Thanks to your depravity as a child, I'm treating you tonight. Movie, popcorn, aaannnddd a drink. Don't thank me, it's the least I can do."
I hit his shoulder and laughed again. "Don't splurge on me or anything, Dalton."
He folded and stiffened his arm, holding it out for me with a goofy grin on his face. I took it, then walked down the walkway, passing the duty room in the process. Looking in, Cruz was sitting at his desk speaking to another Marine. For that brief second that I was able to look into the room, our eyes locked, and I felt time stand still. His hazel eyes burned into me. His lips puckered ever so slightly, and he swallowed… hard, that clit stimulating Adam's apple protruding with the movem
ent of his throat.
I turned away and continued down the walkway with Dalton. If I looked at him any longer, my weakness would prevail, and I would find some reason to stay in my room in hopes that he would make his way up and fuck me until I couldn't see straight. That wasn't going to happen, so rather than set myself up for disappointment, I tried as best I could to block any more thoughts of him from my mind. I needed to be able to see him and not think or feel any salacious thoughts and feelings. I needed to go back to being able to see him the way I had when I first saw him at Coyotes.
Who the fuck was I kidding? From the second I laid eyes on him at that bar, my thoughts wandered aimlessly to what I wanted him to do to me. I was hooked from the onset, so trying to find my way out of that hole was going to be a monumental task.
I was doing a piss poor job of listening to Dalton as we walked over to the movie theater. He had been talking a mile a minute, and unfortunately, I hadn't heard a lick of it.
"…yeah, and an axe murderer is going to come and chop us all up tonight, right?"
"Yeah," I quickly answered, trying to break free from the thoughts that were cruelly shackling my mind while simultaneously breaking me down."
"I knew you weren't listening to a word I said."
"Huh?"
"I just told you an axe murderer was going to come and chop us all up, and you agreed."
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just have a lot on my mind."
"I can tell." He paused as we were approaching the movie theater. "You sure you want to stay for this? Your mind seems to be elsewhere and, well, jackass of the year is here too." He nodded his head in the direction of the ticket window where Allen was standing with a couple of his buddies. All of them looked like meatheads with the behavior to match. They were yelling out, "I am Optimus Prime!" and other things that I was sure were in reference to the movie.
"I'm fine. He's loud and obnoxious, but I'm not letting him ruin my night."
"Alright. Sweet." He flashed a school boy grin, my facial muscles forming into a tight smile, trying hard to reciprocate the gesture.