PRIVATE: A Military Romance Novel (Military Men Book 2)

by Leila Haven

  He was incredibly hot, even wearing an expression of weariness and fatigue. I knew underneath his uniform he would be all knotted muscle and tight skin. I’d felt the bulge in his pants, I knew for sure he was well endowed. His cock would fill me, giving me untold levels of pleasure.

  I wanted him so badly. With every part of me I yearned to be with him. Being so close but so far apart was like torture. If he could see all the incredibly hot images in my head he wouldn’t be able to think of anything else either. I longed for the security and comfort he would be able to give me.

  A million schemes and plans to make him mine flitted around my thoughts. All of them were quickly discarded. There was a reason we shouldn’t be together and they were all vital. Our decision could cost lives and neither of us wanted to lose any more people.

  But, God, why did he have to be so gorgeous? He oozed sex appeal from every pore on his skin. He silently called me to him like a moth to a flame. Even with my wings flapping in the opposite direction, the pull was there.

  If I closed my eyes, I was certain I would still be able to feel him. He’d given me a taste in the rec room and it fueled a relentless hunger for more. I wanted his hands, his lips, his tongue, his cock. I wanted it all.

  The mess hall had suddenly grown very hot, I needed to fan myself in order to calm down. My hormones were firing, spurring my pussy into a wet slickness that throbbed for one man only.

  Rafter caught me staring at him. This time he didn’t look away so quickly. His eyes lingered on mine just that moment too long for it to be an offhand glance. Was he thinking the same thoughts as me? It didn’t matter, we’d already made our decision.

  I couldn’t stand being in the mess hall any longer. I was going to burst into flames if I remained there for a second more.

  Pushing to my feet, I purposefully avoided looking at Rafter and headed for the door. It was going to be a long night in my bunk in my heightened state. I tried to conjure up some unsexy thoughts but his strong arms pushed them all away as he dominated my mind.

  The base was too big as I stalked across it. I was paranoid everyone I passed could read my thoughts. When someone tapped me on the shoulder I jumped from the sudden touch and spun around.

  Only to come face to face with Rafter. All thoughts merged into panic as I stared at him. Even after a day out in the field he smelled like he was freshly showered. I couldn’t speak from the assault on my senses from taking him all in.

  “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “Back to my dorm,” I replied, trying to work out why we were having the conversation. He should have still been in the mess hall.

  He faltered for a moment, his eyes flicking to the floor and looking everywhere except at me. Tension crackled in the air between us, a physical response from being so close together.

  I was breathless with anticipation while I waited for him to speak.

  Chapter 13

  Sasha

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  “Did you want something?” I prompted. It was killing me having Rafter there but not talking. I couldn’t read him well enough to know what he wanted

  His gaze returned to mine, his green eyes so familiar to me now I could recognize them in the dark. He answered by grabbing my wrist and pulling me along. I trailed after him as he tugged me into the meeting room and closed the door.

  My heart was about to jump right out of my chest. It beat a rhythm too hard, pounding in my ears like a drum. I wasn’t going to survive this deployment with Rafter sending my pulse into a frenzy every time he looked at me.

  He suddenly snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me against him. Our bodies smashed together with the passion of a pair of wild animals. I didn’t have time to process what was happening before Rafter’s lips were on mine, wiping away all of my thoughts.

  His lips were exactly as I remembered them, hard and soft all at the same time. I opened my mouth to him, our tongues frantically dancing together like there was no tomorrow.

  I lost track of all the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing what we were. After all, when something feels so incredibly good, why wouldn’t you want to do it? Nothing that felt that good could possibly be bad.

  Rafter suddenly pulled back, making me ache for him again. He hesitated a moment, his eyes revealed nothing about what he was thinking.

  He let go of my waist and headed toward the door. He couldn’t leave me again without at least an explanation. My emotions were wavering between hurt and anger. More than anything I just wanted him to stay.

  His hand lingered on the doorknob as he faced the door. He couldn’t even face me to tell me he was going. Why was he dragging it out when he so clearly wanted to go?

  A click sounded in the silence between us. He’d locked the latch. As he turned around and leaned on the door, his eyes sparked with intent. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

  “I thought I was the only one having problems with that,” I said, my voice breathy as it hitched in my throat.

  “You’re not.”

  “What do we do about it?”

  He didn’t answer with words. He answered with actions. In two steps he closed the distance between us and pulled me against him. One hand made its way to the buttons on my shirt, starting to undo them just as he had before. My breasts heaved as they strained against the fabric, begging to be unleashed.

  Resting my hands on his hips, they were itching to sneak down to his cock so I could feel it pressing hard against the fabric one more time. If he was even half as horny as I was, he would already be hard. I wanted to know for sure but couldn’t risk interrupting his progress on my buttons.

  Finally, my shirt came free. Rafter pushed it over my shoulders before it fell back onto the table. He stared at my boobs like a hungry animal who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

  “Take off your bra,” he said.

  “Is that an order?” I hoped it was, my pussy was begging for some commands.

  “Yes, it is, private. Take off your bra, I’m not going to tell you twice.” The corners of his lips quirked into a smirk. He had me, hook, line, and sinker.

  “Yes, sir.” I saluted before reached around and unclasping. I slid it off and threw it onto the table with my shirt. The air felt cool on my chest after being contained in my heavy uniform.

  My nipples were hard little buds, making my breasts pert and aching. Rafter’s hands were instantly on them, rolling my nipples between his fingers. It did nothing to soothe the throbbing between my legs, I just needed him to be inside me.

  “You’ve got nice tits, private,” he said appreciatively, never stopping his caressing. I leaned into his touch, wanting more and more of whatever he was offering. “What other nice bits do you have?”

  One of his hands ran down my waist until he could cup my pussy in his hand. I moaned with the sudden pressure, urging him to do everything harder.

  “Do you have a nice cunt, private?”

  I nodded, barely able to speak when my body was on fire. I needed him so badly. He was going too slowly and that’s not what I needed. I yearned for some release, some rough treatment in this clandestine meeting.

  “Say it,” he ordered.

  “I have a nice cunt, sir.”

  His fingers walked up to the zipper on my pants and slid it open. His hand snaked under the fabric to roll over my panties. They were standard issue and made for comfort rather than sexiness, but I doubted it mattered to him in that moment.

  “You’re so wet already.”

  He was strumming my pussy through the fabric of my panties. My body was on fire, driven completely wild by the man. My clit was so sensitive it felt like I could practically feel his fingerprints. I leaned into his hand, coaxing him to touch me harder. All I wanted was for him to break through my panties and give me want I wanted.

  He pulled back instead, only to dive under the fabric. I moaned when his skin met mine. His fingers deftly slid between my folds, stroking my clit and tickling the sensitive skin.

/>   “You’re absolutely drenched.”

  “You can blame yourself for that,” I replied. Although, he didn’t really even have to try, one look at his sexy body and I was a horny wet mess.

  Rafter chuckled but he didn’t relent in his caressing. One hand was still on my boob, kneading the flesh and making me glad for their size. They might get in the way when I trained, but they sure were fun when they were played with.

  With all the tension over the last few weeks my clit could barely hold in the orgasm. The realization that I was already so close to coming made me panic. I wanted him to keep going for a while longer but I was too horny.

  Rafter must have realized it too. “Cum for me, private. I want to see your sexy-as-fuck face when you cum. Do it for me. That is an order.”

  I had my command and my body was all too happy to comply. I let go as he stroked along the length of my clit again. The orgasm started as a ripple before it completely took over.

  My breathing was heavy and hot as it tore through me, shredding me to pieces and scattering me into the wind. Rafter’s hand stilled as he watched me, his eyes sparkling with joy at what he had done to me.

  My pussy throbbed and kicked into high gear while it pulsed with happiness. My belly quivered as I fought to stay together. It had been a long while since I’d had sex with anyone and all that tension was finally being released from my body.

  Rafter pulled me close to him, tugging me into a hug as I started to calm down. I thought for sure I was going to be set on fire and spontaneously combust. It wasn’t just the temperature of the desert but rather the effect Rafter had on me.

  I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest as he held me close. Nowhere in the world could have felt better than where I was at that moment. The war seemed to fade away, making it seem like we were in a bubble where nothing could hurt us.

  “You look so beautiful when you’re happy,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. I pulled back to make sure he wasn’t joking but there was nothing but endearment in his expression.

  “I want to see what you look like happy,” I said, still craving to have his cock and the pounding it would give to me.

  “Are you talking back to me, private?”

  “I guess so, sir.” I couldn’t keep the grin from my face.

  He spanked my ass, making me jump from the surprise and pleasure. He did it again and rubbed the area. I still had my pants on so it didn’t hurt at all, but I wanted more. I would have been more than happy for Rafter to punish me further.

  “It’s time I showed you how to behave,” he continued, lowering his voice to a breathy whisper by my ear. “I’m going to put you over the table and fuck you hard. Will that help you to remember not to talk back to your superior, private?”

  A shiver ran down my spine with the sweet anticipation. “Yes, sir.”

  He pulled back so there was room for my hands to start on his shirt buttons. They were shaking with excitement as I undid each one, opening up the shirt so I could get a good look at all his rippling muscles.

  I wanted to lick my way across his chest, feel every plane with my taste buds until his cock was hard and throbbing for completion. One day I would get to do that, until then we needed to be quick.

  He shrugged out of his shirt as I started on his pants. His eyes bore into me, watching every one of my movements with that sexy smirk he had perfected. It made me clumsy as I reached for his pants. My fingers brushed over the bulge, feeling his cock was already hard and ready for me.

  I unzipped his pants and he wriggled out of them, letting them fall to the floor. His boxers were easy after that, the thin material falling away. His cock sprung free in all its glory, the thick and long length surpassing even my wildest fantasies.

  Rafter grabbed my hand and pushed the palm against his cock. My fingers instantly closed into a grip, making him suck in a deep breath with the feeling. He gently guided my hand up and down his length, his hips bucking with the motion.

  “Hmmm, that’s perfect,” he moaned. We continued the motion, his face calming with the sensation. His cock was getting harder in my hand; so hard that it wouldn’t be long before he shot his load.

  He stopped suddenly, letting my hand go as he opened his fiery eyes. “Take off your pants and get on the table, private.”

  Our eyes locked together while I slid off my pants and then my panties. With both of us completely naked, there was stopping us from doing what we were both so desperate to.

  He lifted me up and sat me on the table, the sudden cold on my ass was a whole new welcome sensation. His arms circled me, holding me steady while he lowered me backwards. My back was cold for only a few moments before they acclimated to the wood of the table.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he murmured like it was a promise. “You’re so goddamn sexy, private. I can’t keep my hands off you.”

  “You don’t have to,” I replied.

  He shook his head slightly before leaning forward and pressing his lips onto mine. His kiss was hungry as our tongues knotted together. I could no longer tell where I ended and he began. We were simply one, together.

  The table creaked under his weight as he climbed on. My legs wrapped around him, twining with his to ensure neither of us were going anywhere without the permission of the other.

  His cock rested on my pussy before he started sliding it up and down. My clit was teased with the weight of his hard member, taking my desire up by a hundred notches. As good as he felt on the outside, he would be even better on the inside.

  “I need you,” I whispered, hoping Rafter understood what I was asking for. Even if he made me beg for it, I knew I would. But there was no time, I needed him inside or I was going to explode.

  “It’s coming, sweetheart,” he replied, his cock gliding along my clit one last time before he positioned it at my entrance.

  With my chest heaving in anticipation, he thrust in and stretched my tight cunt to accommodate his generous girth. I shifted position, making sure he could go in as deep as he needed to.

  The sensation of being filled was exactly what I needed. All the stress and worries were soothed with his cock, making me forget everything except what we were doing in that moment.

  Rafter’s hand caressed down my belly, making me shiver from his gentle touch. His fingers slid against my clit, stroked me with each thrust.

  Nothing compared to his cock as it slid in and out of me. Rafter pounded his hard shaft into my pussy, keeping up an increasingly fast rhythm.

  My world was cracking around me while I was so enveloped by the man. It was like having sex with an Adonis, there was no part of me he didn’t claim as his. And I wanted to give everything I had to him.

  My body.

  My soul.

  He could possess all of me and I would never deny him anything. We were connected in the most primal of ways and it made my body thrum with pleasure.

  “Ah,” I moaned, trying to keep it together just that little bit longer so I could stretch out the feeling of intensity in the moment.

  Rafter rubbed circles around my clit while he continued to rock his hips with mine. I had never chased an orgasm so intently before, both dreading and welcoming it. I didn’t want the moment to be over, I wanted to hold on for as long as I possibly could.

  Rafter brushed the hair from my face, such a sweet gesture in amongst the hot panting of our breaths. His eyes were ablaze with heat, focused on nothing but me and the feelings we shared.

  With the gentle caress of my cheek, I knew Rafter was the kind of man that could play two roles. He could be this fiery sex god and he could also be the tender boyfriend every girl wished for. He had it all within him and he had shown me just a mere glimpse.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered reverently. I couldn’t find words to reply. All I could do was bite down on my lip so I didn’t scream out my pleasure. If I did that, the entire base would be able to hear me.

  Even those back home would hear.


  His lips met mine, his tongue owning my mouth just like his cock did to my pussy. We were just one person now, our hearts beat as a single unit.

  His fingers slid around my clit, sharing the fiery intensity that burned in his eyes. I was barely in control of my body, I had surrendered it to him. Rafter had complete ownership of my pleasure and I couldn’t wait for him to give me release. Every moment until then would be an added bonus.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you,” Rafter whispered. He was so composed as his cock moved in a fluid motion. In and out of me, he filled my pussy and stretched every piece of me. “Sweetheart, I can’t live without you. I don’t know how anymore.”

  Our eyes met, conveying so much more than our words could. I wanted him to know I felt the same but I didn’t know if I could. I’d declared my love too easily before and it led to nothing but heartache. I wanted this to be different, it couldn’t end up like my last relationship.

  His fingers played with my clit until it was impossible to stay together any longer. While Rafter studied my expression, I was thrown off the edge of the cliff and it felt like I would never hit the ground again.

  The orgasm spilled out from my belly, making me quiver all over in ecstasy. The heat thundered through my body like a storm, covering every piece of me until I was a blazing inferno.

  I cried out Rafter’s name, wishing we had more privacy than the base allowed. I wanted to yell my pleasure from the top of every building until there was no breath left in me.

  “Shit,” Rafter murmured as he found his own cliff to dive off. His hips bucked into me a couple more times before they stilled. Our bodies were pressed against one another and silent, but what was going on underneath my skin was like fireworks.

  I was never going to get my heart to slow down again. My breath would never be anything other than ragged. And my eyes would only ever see Rafter as the man I loved.

  His arms slid around my body as he lifted me into a sitting position. His cock was still buried deep inside me, keeping a physical connection that matched our emotional bond. Our naked bodies were damp with sweat as they recovered. Rafter held me against him, his body slightly shaking.