Honor

by Jaxon, Andi

  “I can feel the heat of your pussy on my balls, baby.”

  He reaches one hand to my tit, pinching, and pulling on my nipple.

  “I can't wait to sink my cock into this juicy cunt, stretch you and make you scream my name as you cum harder than you ever have before.”

  “Oh, God. Please, fuck me.” I desperately beg, rotating my hips in a circle, grinding on his cock.

  “All in good time, Dollface. All in good time.”

  He pulls back and slowly drags his hands down my ribs, just barely scraping my skin with his nails. The sensation makes my clit throb harder.

  “Please, Cowboy,” I beg again.

  With one slap on my ass, he says, “Roll over, baby.”

  I flip onto my back as he reaches for a condom and rolls it on.

  Glad he's thinking clearly because I’m not.

  Cowboy lifts my hips onto his thighs, dragging the head of his dick through my juices and lining himself up. I close my eyes in anticipation, arching my back to try to get him to move faster. I'm tense and waiting for what seems like an eternity when I open my eyes and look at him, I notice there is something very wrong.

  Instead of his eyes being full of desire, they seem vacant, almost empty like he’s somewhere else. I reach up and touch his cheek, hoping to bring his mind back from wherever it went, but instead of taking comfort in my touch, he flinches in pain. His body begins to shake as if it’s taking all his effort just to continue to keep it together. I lean up on my elbows as he begins to mumble.

  “...wrong...so close. Feels so good…”

  I can only make out every few words, but I know what is happening here. He regrets what happened. I should have known better than to believe him. I slowly try to unwrap my legs from around his waist, but he grips onto my leg tightly, so tightly it almost hurts.

  While trying not to cry I say, “Cowboy, it’s okay. Don’t force yourself to do anything that you don’t want to do.”

  “You think I don’t want you? Dollface, have you lost your fucking mind?!” he drops my leg as if it is on fire and launches off the bed. It’s hard to remember that I am angry at him and not admire his magnificent ass as he paces at the end of my bed. I try again to cover myself with something, but I hear a growl come from the end of my bed.

  He has lost his fucking mind if he thinks that I am going to let him anywhere near me. I ignore his growl and grab my robe hanging from my bedpost as he continues to mumble to himself while he paces at the end of my bed. I am not exactly sure what is going on with him, but I’m pretty sure he needs to get his fine ass out of my condo.

  “...I need…please help…I just need.”

  Cowboy collapses onto my floor crying. I’m not sure what’s going on or what happened to him, but clearly, this has nothing to do with me. He needs something, and I’m not sure what that is at this point, but I’m going to do everything in my power to help him.

  I scurry off my bed and lay down on the floor in front of him, gently placing my hand on his face.

  “Cowboy,” I whisper.

  His eyes fly open, and he grabs me around the waist and wrenches me tightly into his body.

  “Sorry! I am so sorry! You’re so beautiful. Inside and out Katie. I don’t deserve you. The things that I have done…” he continues to cry as he buries his nose in my hair.

  “Shhh, Cowboy. Everything is alright. I’m not going anywhere right now. Let’s get up and get back in the bed.”

  “Can’t lose you, Katie. I can’t. I need you! Please, don’t leave me.”

  I’m not sure what the hell is going on, but I feel like if I were to let him go, he would run from me and never turn back. I cannot let that happen. So, I pull him closer.

  “Cowboy, everything is going to be okay. I am not going anywhere.”

  “Logan. My name is Logan.”

  By this point, I can't stop the tears from falling, and honestly, I don't want to. My heart is breaking for whoever hurt Cowboy, I mean Logan, like this. I hate Cowboy for making me feel things that I thought I would never feel again, but I can’t go back to not feeling. That is not an option for me any longer. Cowboy has ignited a fire in my soul that I forgot even existed. Right now, I can’t do anything but cry. I cry for the time I lost only partially living, I cry for the pain I feel for Cowboy, but mostly, I cry for the fear that this man may just break my heart someday.

  6

  Logan

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  I slowly open my eyes, feeling like I am back in boot camp. Every muscle in my body hurts, and my head is pounding like I went ten rounds with Tyson. Once I pry my eyes open, I’m greeted by the most amazing sight I have ever seen in my life. Katie. I am wrapped around her body like a second skin, but I can see her gorgeous tits rise and fall as she breathes slowly in her sleep.

  Her golden blonde hair is spread out on the floor like it was purposefully placed there to make a halo around her head. I lean up on my elbows and gently brush my calloused fingers across her lips, and she begins to stir. As she rolls to her side, pulling my arm with her, she attempts to snuggle back into my warmth and head back to sleep. I hear her quietly moan, “Logan.”

  Wait, I never told her my name. Did I? Suddenly, I’m slammed with all the memories of what happened last night. The taste of her skin, the fire that was ignited in my soul with the thought of finally being able to have the woman I have loved for so long, and then the soul-wrenching guilt for rejoicing in the death of my best friend and her husband.

  She must hate me, loathe me at this point. I can’t breathe, the walls around me are closing. I have waited so long to have her, I don’t know what I would do if she left me now. I have touched, tasted, and had access to the promised land and to be denied would be torture. I don't know if I can go back.

  Why have you done this to me, Ryan? Why have you asked the impossible of me?

  She loves you, she always has. She will never want me, and to give me the one thing I have desired, only to have it taken away is just cruel, wrong, inhuman. Why? Don't you love her? Don’t you…

  Suddenly, the panic I had been feeling is lifted, and my mind seems to begin to calm. I open my eyes, and there is Katie. She is looking at me with gut-wrenching sorrow in those beautiful green eyes.

  “Why are you crying, Darlin?” I ask.

  I need to know what has made that sorrow appear.

  “What happened to you, Cowboy? I mean, Logan?”

  I can't help but chuckle. In my moment of weakness, I told her my name. I wasn't planning on doing that, but it didn't seem to jog any memories, so I guess it’s alright.

  “Letting the cat out of the bag is a whole lot easier than putting it back.”

  She cocks her heads to the side and lets out a giggle, which is going to be one of my favorite sounds.

  “I have no idea what that means, but I’m going to take it as, we will talk about it another time.”

  “Yeah, that about sums it up, Dollface.”

  I feel a shiver course through her entire body and can't help but think about all the dirty things I missed out on last night because I lost my shit.

  “Let me make up for last night, roll over, push that ass against me,” I say.

  She rolls over onto her side, back towards me, and shuffles around until my morning wood is cradled between her ass cheeks. Fuck, it feels amazing having her ass grind on my rock-hard cock. A growl escapes my throat at the sensation, I want to cum all over her ass, or better yet, inside of it.

  I slide my arm under her head and wrap it diagonally across her breast, pulling her back against my chest. I lift one of her delicious thighs, so it's slung over mine, then prop my foot on the floor, spreading her legs wide and letting the cool air caress her heated lips.

  She throws her head back onto my shoulder, moaning in my ear. I can only imagine what she will sound like once my cock is inside of her hot, wet, pussy.

  “Tell me what you want, Dollface, what do you need?” I growl into her ear.
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  “Please,” she whimpers, grinding on my cock with her ass.

  I groan as I bite her neck, thrusting lazily against her, wishing I was sinking inside of her instead.

  “Please what, Dollface?” I smirk, knowing full well that she is past being able to think clearly.

  “Please pinch your nipples? Please make you cum? Please fuck your ass? Please what baby?”

  “Cum,” is all she's able to get out.

  I drag the tips of my fingers from her collarbone, down one breast and grab hold of one of her nipples. I lightly pull, stretching the flesh making her back arch, trying to tempt me to take more of her flesh into my hand.

  I give her other nipple the same treatment before dragging my fingertips down her ribs, tickling her. Katie bucks, trying to get away from the tickling sensation on her skin. I smile and move my fingers down to her hip bone, swirling my fingers between her hip and pelvic bone, teasing her. Her breathing hitches, getting desperate for me to move lower, touch her where she aches for me.

  “Please, Logan, please touch me.”

  “I am touching you, Dollface.”

  Katie whimpers, sounding like she's close to tears, so I give in and caress her outer lips. Immediately, she flexes her hips to get more contact with my hand, I let her have temporary control, get a little relief.

  “Oh, Darlin’ I can't wait to taste your juices then kiss you, letting you taste yourself on me.”

  I slide my middle finger through her slit, collecting her wetness and circling her clit. She's drenched, wetness running down her inner thigh and soaking into the floor. God, she's sexy, spread out before me like a buffet. Turned on and flushed, squirming against my straining cock, desperate for me to fuck her until she can't remember her own name.

  I want to fuck her, whip my dick out and slam into her hot, sopping, cunt, but I want to see her cum on my fingers first. She's whimpering incoherent sounds; her hands are fisted on the floor, and her hips are riding my hand. I decide to put her out of her misery and stop torturing her, I let her cum.

  Katie screams when it overtakes her, that sound will forever be my favorite, it's burned into my brain. This is the music that my beautiful woman sings only for me. The last of the tremors subside as I continue to lightly rub her clit, her breathing still heavy as if she just ran a marathon. Her entire body is slack as I run my fingertips up and down her side.

  Eventually, she rolls over to face me, throws a leg over my hip, pulls my head down to her and kisses me. Her body is pressed against mine, every single inch of her soft skin is pressed to mine. My cock is still hard as stone when she rubs her still dripping pussy against it, a deep groan escapes my throat. I use my handful of her ass to pull her against me harder, increasing the pressure on my cock. Fuck, it feels good.

  She pulls back with a smirk on her lips, before I can ask what it's for, she pushes me onto my back and climbs down my body until she's kneeling between my legs. Keeping her eyes on me, she lazily strokes me. I groan out a moan and close my eyes, trying to hold back from thrusting into her hand.

  While I'm concerned with not cumming, I sharply inhale a breath as I feel her hot wet mouth encompassing me. My eyes fly open, my body tense against the impending orgasm, she's staring up at me, watching me. She is the fucking sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life and having her looking up at me with my dick in her mouth is just more than I can take.

  I take hold of her head in my hands and thrust twice into her mouth before shooting my load down her throat. She swallows every drop, never taking her eyes from mine. Fuck, that was hot.

  7

  Katie

  If anyone would have told me that after the failure of a one night stand I had with Logan last night, I would have woken up in his arms this morning, I would be telling them they were nuts. However, here I am, after having some of the best orgasms of my life, from just his fingers and mouth mind you, watching him make my bed. Damn, I may cum just from watching him do that. There is nothing sexier than a grown ass man doing housework, willingly. Let me tell you, although the view of his body naked is amazing, watching him bend over in those tight jeans as they hug his ass with no shirt on just makes my mouth water.

  "If you keep looking at me like that, Dollface, we will never make it out of here. I’m sure Charlie and your friend are waiting for us."

  "Oh, I doubt Charlie is anything less than satisfied after meeting one of the tornadoes last night," I reply with a smirk.

  "Tornadoes?" Logan stalks towards me and wraps me in his muscular arms.

  I can't help but wrap my legs around his waist and grind my pussy in the rock-hard bulge in his jeans.

  "God damn Katie. You can't do things like that. I can barely control myself around you as is."

  "Hmmm but I am hungry, Cowboy. Aren't you going to feed me?" I pout.

  Logan growls before he devours my mouth and we topple onto the bed. We are a tangle of limbs as we fight for control. I find myself pinned below Cowboy with my arms pinned above my head. Both of my hands are locked together in one of Logan's.

  "Now I have you right where I want you. You have been a bad girl, Katie. Bad girls have to be punished."

  He slowly starts to lick and nibble his way down my neck and across the neckline of my shirt. I cannot help but arch my back off the bed and thrust my chest upward begging for him to take one of my tits into his mouth.

  "Patience, Darlin'. Patience."

  Finally, he gently sucks my left tit into his mouth and nibbles on the nipple, causing me to moan in pleasure.

  "Please..." I begin to beg him, and I writhe looking for some friction to satisfy the building need in my pussy.

  “I told you, Katie, bad girls, deserve to be punished. Do you promise to be a good girl?"

  I would promise him anything at this point if he would fuck me. I need him like air. That thought scares me for a moment, but then he takes my other nipple into my mouth and sends another shot of pleasure straight down to my core. All thought leaves me again.

  "Yes! Yes, Logan. I promise I will be good. Just please..."

  "Your wish is my command."

  He releases my hands, and grabs ahold of my jeans, ripping them off my body. Yes, I mean rip. It is probably the hottest thing that anyone has ever done to me. The wetness between my legs increases as I watch Logan get out of his jeans and stalk toward me like a lion ready to claim his prey.

  Out of nowhere, there is a loud bang from downstairs causing us both to jump in surprise.

  "Hooker! You had all goddamn night with your SEAL. You promised me breakfast. Get your ass down here and feed me or I am coming up there!" Avery yells up the stairs.

  Talk about a fucking mood killer. I love her, I really do, but that girl has the worst timing known to man. Either Charlie didn’t like her, which pissed her off. Or they fucked like rabbits, and she is starving, which means I am going to have to hear about it.

  Yea for me!

  Either way, this is going to be a long fucking breakfast.

  "Well, you wanted to know what a tornado was, right? Here is your chance. Tornado #1, or Avery, is who I called to meet your buddy last night. Hopefully, it is just her, and she did not call reinforcements in. If she did that means Amber is downstairs. I apologize in advance for those two, ignore them. Anything they say is out of love and their need to protect me because they love me. If they broke your friend, well he should be fine in a few days. I hope." I tried to explain with a straight face.

  Logan gives me a confused look as he rolls off the bed to grab his jeans. He hands me my shorts and panties to put back on. After I am all dressed, he grabs my hands and pulls me in for a searing kiss.

  "Mind if Charlie and I tag along with you guys for breakfast before we head back to base? We are going to be gone for training for a few weeks and I am not ready to let you go yet."

  The way he looks right now is almost panicked, like if he lets me out of his sight at this moment, I will disappear. I know that feeling all too well. I try to swall
ow the large lump in my throat and focus on the great night we had together, instead of the impending separation. It’s only training, but it’s what follows the training that scares me the most. I don't know if my heart can handle losing another man to the military, especially when I think he’ll end up meaning more to me than anyone ever has before.

  8

  Logan

  As we make our way down the stairs, I must resist the urge to hide behind Katie. Standing directly at the bottom of the stairs is what can best be described as my worst nightmare.

  “Your time is up! Get out!” says Tornado #1.

  I am not exactly sure which one is which, to be honest. Katie explained to me before that they aren’t twins, but damn do they look the same. Standing at roughly 5’7”, medium length light brown hair, and dick sucking lips to go with all that sass.

  Damn, I hope Charlie is okay…

  “Did she stutter? Get out!” The other one hollers.

  I can’t do anything but stare at these two standing at the bottom of Katie’s stairs. My momma taught me to never be rude to a lady, but this seems to be a test of some sort. I try to get my bearings and come up with a good retort, but Katie pushes her way past me.

  “Shut your mouths bitches! Where the hell is the friend? Dear Lord, don’t tell me you broke him! I don’t have time for this, bring him here!” She puts her hands on her hips, starting the staring contest between the three of them.

  “But we’re hungry, Katie.” One of the girl’s whines.

  “Avery, so help me if he can’t do his job because you broke him! I warned you!”

  “Oh, we broke him alright…” the other one giggled. That one must be Amber.

  “Go!” Katie yells while pointing at the door.

  Both girls turn with a huff and walk out the door. I honestly can't do anything but blink. Talk about Tornadoes, those two are going to take some getting used to.