by Leila Haven
If he wanted wetness, he was getting it.
He repositioned us so his cock was ready to enter me. I squirmed, trying to get him to fill me quicker. Finally, finally, he pushed into my pussy.
“Ah, your cunt, dumpling. You feel so goddamn fucking good.”
He felt extraordinary. His huge cock slid into me like my body was made for him. Like we were cast from the same mold and then cracked into two people. I knew it was no use being sentimental about what we were doing, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to do it again and again. But once we left our sex room, I knew we’d never see each other again.
Maybe it was better this way.
Relationships ruined everything.
Shaun started thrusting his cock between my walls, pumping back and forth. Every time he plunged in my clit was pressed, the friction between our sexy parts causing me pleasure beyond comparison.
But it wasn’t enough, apparently. Shaun weaved his hand down between us until he hit the sweet spot. His fingers tickled my clit before he started drawing long, urgent circles around the nub.
Between his cock and his hand I was in heaven and didn’t want to come back down to earth anytime soon. My hips undulated to meet his as his cock pushed deeper and deeper. With my knee still raised and my leg around him, he could bury himself as far into me as he wanted.
He wasn’t just fucking me, he was fucking me deeply. Every few seconds I was filled to the brim with him before he pulled out and started the process all over again.
I was floating with the sensations, lifted to a higher plane of happiness than I ever knew existed. The pressure on my clit, the way he toyed with my pussy, the way he worshipped my body.
It was all too much.
The voice coming from the overhead speaker was like hearing a whisper. It wasn’t enough to pull me from the state of ecstasy I was on the brink of. The whole airport would have the burned down before I stopped what I was doing.
“Show me your sexy face,” Shaun growled. “I want to see you.”
I upturned my head so I could look him in the eyes. They burned with desire, reflecting my own expression. He worked my clit harder, making the happiness boil in my belly and ignite.
“Cum, dumpling.”
With one more flick it was impossible to stay on the brink any longer. I flew into the air as the orgasm exploded within me. It covered my bones, my muscles, my skin, and everything in between.
I bit harder on my lip as to remain quiet. As much as I kept forgetting where I was, it was still important that nobody discovered us. I couldn’t do my job with a public indecency charge.
Not to mention it would make me miss the plane.
Shaun’s face was a picture of concentration as his cock plunged into me once more. He buried himself deep inside, filling me to my capacity. He held himself there just a moment longer until he came.
His face was beautiful as he experienced the bliss with me. There was nothing else that existed in this one moment. It was just us, sharing a wonderful moment together.
My heart was pounding against my ribcage as I fell forward onto Shaun’s shoulder. His arms wrapped around me, securing me there while we rode the wave of our orgasms.
In that moment, we were one.
The only sound in the room now was that of our ragged breaths. Adrenalin was still chasing through my bloodstream but I was coming back from the high Shaun had given me.
I’d never had sex with a complete stranger before. If it was always this good, I might decide to keep it up. The unexpected delight was more than I could have dreamed of in my wildest dreams.
Another announcement came over the loud speaker. This time I was aware enough to listen to the male voice. “This is the final boarding call for flight OT391. Please make your way to Gate Seventy-Three immediately.”
Shaun and I looked at one another, both of us wide eyed as we processed the announcement. One second later, we let go of each other. His cock pulled out of me, giving me a few seconds to clean up and get dressed.
It was a race to see who could put their clothes on quicker. I had more to replace but I was faster. There was only time to gather our belongings before we made a run for Gate Seventy-Three.
We didn’t even kiss goodbye.
I never even got his number.
Chapter 3:
Private Simon
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Afghanistan had to be the hottest place on earth. Sweat was dripping down my back as I stood in the assembly area. We were debriefing from the last mission and I was itching to get inside to the air conditioning.
“Does anyone have anything to add?” Corporal Rafter asked as he eyeballed us. I prayed nobody did, otherwise this meeting was going to be drawn out forever.
There was nothing unusual about today’s mission. We went in, we guarded a hospital, we saved the place from the Taliban. A good day considering the war we were waging with the enemy.
“Okay then, you’re all dismissed. See you tomorrow at six hundred hours.”
Everyone started to disband, heading indoors just like I was. A tap on the shoulder stopped me. “Simon, we need to talk.”
So close.
Yet so far.
I spun around. “Yes, sir.”
He nodded toward the shady part of the courtyard. At least that was a small mercy. His face was grim. “Major Atoll wants to speak with you. You can probably guess what it’s about.”
Unfortunately, I did.
We had a traitor on the base. Someone was working with the Taliban from within our ranks. Some people thought it was me. Actually, quite a number of people thought it was me.
“I can, sir,” I replied.
“Report to his office immediately.”
Rafter went to leave, my voice stopped him mid-step. “Sir, do you think I’m the mole?”
He faced me reluctantly. “I honestly don’t know who it is.”
“But you have some ideas.”
“I don’t know what I have.” He was difficult to read but even a drunken fool could see he was lying. Rafter wasn’t an idiot, he knew his troop like nobody else. The fact he wasn’t reassuring me spoke volumes.
“Sir, it’s not me,” I said. I didn’t know what else I could say to convince him. No matter how hard I worked or no matter what I did to help others, he wouldn’t change his mind.
I may as well have ‘traitor’ stamped on my forehead.
And it wasn’t only Rafter that suspected me. Watson, Cooper, Hamilton, the list went on. They all thought I was working with the enemy.
Either I was a really bad spy, or being framed.
Rafter started walking again, and this time, I didn’t stop him. There was no point in delaying my trip to the major’s office so I headed straight there. If he was going to place me on indefinite leave, then at least I’d go home to cooler temperatures. Even the heat in Miami was better than in this bloody place.
I was directed into Major Atoll’s office and told to sit down. He didn’t look happy. “Private Simon, thank you for coming. I’m not going to beat around the bush and make small talk. I’m hungry and I bet you are too. So let’s make this quick. Do you, or have you ever, passed on information to the Taliban or a representative of the Taliban?”
At least the answer was easy. “No, sir, I have not. Nor would I even think of betraying my country like that.”
A glare from Atoll was like being struck by lightning. I held it firm anyway, not blinking. He wasn’t going to rattle me, I’d experienced worse.
The silence in the room was deafening, the only noise was the slight grumbling from my stomach. I was hungry beyond words and didn’t have time for this shit.
I won the staring competition as Atoll sighed. “Go on then. I hope you’re telling the truth, private. I will find the bastard, you have my word on that.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I stood and left, letting the door close behind me. I was tired of being asked questions like that. It seemed like they were ask
ing them of me more than anyone else.
Fuck them all.
I was working my ass off every fucking day in the goddamn heat. I didn’t need this fucking bullshit. I fumed all the way to the mess hall.
After I filled a tray I joined my comrades at our usual table. The only one missing was Watson. “Anyone heard from the groom lately?”
Rafter shook his head, conjuring up a wicked smile. “Probably still in bed with his blushing bride. Bugger got extended leave, he won’t be back for another three weeks.”
“Lucky him,” I muttered. Watson had met his new wife, Ariana, over here in the desert. Trust him to find someone in the middle of nowhere. That man would land on his feet even if he jumped off the Empire State Building. “Maybe you’ll be next.”
A look of panic passed between Rafter and Kincaid. They were fucking each other but apparently they weren’t talking marriage yet, even though they were engaged.
“Relax, I’m kidding,” I added.
Our discussion was cut short as Major Atoll clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. He stood by the door. “I have an announcement to make. This will only take a minute and then you can all get back to your rec time.”
Everyone hushed as all eyes headed toward him. He was looking even wearier than when I’d been in his office. Even though he wasn’t in the field every day, he seemed more exhausted than us.
He dared anyone else to speak before he continued. “As you all know, we have reason to suspect that a member of the U.S. Military is working with the Taliban. This matter must be dealt with swiftly before any more lives are lost.”
I could have been paranoid, but I was certain he looked at me as he spoke. If nobody else noticed it, they were all fucking blind.
“I have called in the U.S. Army Criminal Investigation Command to investigate the matter. We needed someone impartial to get to the bottom of this issue immediately. I would like you all meet Officer Jennifer Ramirez.”
A woman stepped through the door to stand beside Atoll.
My heart stopped.
I almost choked on my tongue.
It was that girl from the airport.
Chapter 4:
Private Simon
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I didn’t hear another word Atoll said. All I could think about was that session in the airport restroom. I could see Jenny’s naked body as clearly as I could see her fully clothed.
She was even hotter than I remembered.
In her military officer uniform, and with her hair neatly pulled back into a bun, it was difficult to reconcile the two images.
The Jenny I knew was wild and free, her hair mussed up from sex and her tits heaving with arousal. Officer Ramirez was all business, wound as tightly as her hair bun.
And she was there to find the traitor.
This was going to get rough.
No doubt Atoll and Rafter had both thrown my name on the table as a suspect. How the hell was I supposed to keep my cool when it was Airport Jenny asking the questions? My cock had begged for her every day since I flew in.
Officer Ramirez took over when Atoll finally shut up. “It’s a pleasure to be here and help Major Atoll with this investigation. I promise you I will—“
Her words trailed off as we locked eyes.
She stammered before composing herself again. Nobody else probably noticed the slight blush to her cheeks. “I will do my best not to inconvenience you while I work this case. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.”
She smiled and I could do nothing else than look at her luscious lips. The image of her face when she was lost in her orgasm flashed into my head.
I was in trouble.
If she was the one tasked with sniffing out the traitor, I was going to find it difficult to think straight when it came my turn to being interviewed.
Everyone went back to their food when the introductions were over with. Atoll and Jenny left, my eyes followed them all the way to the door.
It was impossible to get back into the conversation after that. I nodded and laughed when I had to, grumbled when everyone else did too. I needed to speak with Jenny. The sooner the better.
As soon as my meal was over with, I took off. She was probably assigned a room to herself in the female barracks. She wouldn’t be allowed to get too close to anyone by sharing a room and therefore compromising her independence.
The female barracks was a place I generally avoided, having no official business being there. It was far smaller than the male quarters as the sheer number of soldiers was swayed one way. I didn’t have a problem with women soldiers, but some men sure did.
Private Kincaid was a good soldier and it was a pity she got reassigned to another troop. Rafter was furious at first but I think he finally came to terms with it.
The only private dorm was at the end of the corridor, as far away from the bathroom as possible. I knocked and waited, hoping my instincts were correct.
No answer.
It only took a few sideways glances from a few women before it was uncomfortable standing around any longer. I stalked back to my own dorm, not seeing Jenny in my travels.
It was a long and restless night of staring at the bottom of the mattress of the bunk above me. I couldn’t get Jenny out of my head. Out of all the military officers in the US, why did they have to send her? Not that I wasn’t happy to see her, but her reason for being there was shit.
What would she think of me after Atoll got through with her?
Maybe she didn’t want to see me.
The problem went around and around in my head until dawn. Sticking to the routine and turning up for work at six hundred hours was the best thing I could do. If everyone thought I was a spy, I wouldn’t give them another reason to be suspicious.
We started filing into the truck, the heat already making my heavy uniform stick to my skin. I had one foot on the step before Rafter called out to me. “Simon, you’re off duty.”
I stormed over to him. “Why?”
“You need to report to the meeting room. Ramirez is already interviewing people and you’re at the top of the list.”
Shit.
There was nothing I could do, arguing wouldn’t have helped. “Yes, sir.”
I had to watch my troop leave without me. Instead of savings lives and protecting citizens, I had to deny charges that I’d already denied a hundred times before.
Fucking shit.
Ramirez was already in the meeting room when I arrived. But she wasn’t alone, Major Atoll was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
I saluted my superior, hoping he wouldn’t be sticking around for long. I needed to speak with Jenny alone and I doubted I would have many opportunities.
Not that I knew what I was going to say to her.
She was supposed to be a quick fuck, leaving me with a story to tell the boys. Instead, the universe decided I’d be the one who was fucked.
“Take a seat, Private,” Atoll said in his usual gruff voice. That man gave nothing away but I bet he was just waiting for me to give him the ammunition he needed to fire my ass.
Jenny was all business, it was as if she’d never seen me before in her life. I wish I was that good of an actor. “Private Simon, thank you for joining me today. I know your time is precious so I promise I will be as quick as possible.”
Atoll joined her at the desk, both of them now staring at me from across the table. “Well, ask away,” I said. The shorter the meeting, the better. Even if I could look at Jenny’s face all day and picture her screaming with pleasure.
She placed her cell phone on the table between us and hit record on her voice recording app. It was time to look and act as innocent as possible, no matter how dirty my thoughts were.
“Please state your full name and rank,” Jenny started.
“Shaun Patrick Simon, Private of the U.S. Military.”
“Thank you. What can you tell me about the mission to the Taliban stronghold on the twenty-eighth day of Febru
ary this year?”
There was plenty I could tell her. I could describe the mangled bodies I’d seen that were caught up in the explosion. I could detail the inhumane conditions the women and children were left to die in. There were so many horrors that day that it was enough to fill the memory on her phone.