Wreck You

by Abby Mccarthy

  “Let me do it.” Corbin takes the loofa from my hands, running it over my neck and then placing his lips where he just cleaned.

  “So sexy.”

  He trails the loofa over my collarbone across my shoulders and down my back. His lips continue to follow the path he is laying out. Standing behind me, he circles his arm around the front of me moving his hands over my breast. The sensation makes the muscles between my legs clench. His fingers slide down between my folds checking to see how wet I am.

  “I want you to grab the shower head.”

  I do as I'm instructed, really enjoying this dominating side of Corbin. He is the most multifaceted man I've ever met. I’m pretty sure he could tell me to walk through fire and I would, as long as he was on the other side.

  “Good. Now, lift this foot here,” he instructs, lifting my calf so that my foot is perched on the side of the tub. He uses the string rope from my loofa, and somehow, secures my wrist to the shower head. At this angle, I have little control and the thought excites me. I raise my face into the spray. Pellets of water splash between the two of us.

  “Hard and fast, Maura. Are you ready?” All I can do is nod my head yes. I’m so turned on that my words are caught in my throat.

  He thrusts into me, burying his large cock. His hands circle each of my hips, digging his fingers towards my pubis. The feel of the water hitting my nipples adds to my heightened arousal. He gives me a second to acclimate to him and then begins his assault. Fast and hard. In and out. There is a small amount of pain and a large amount of pleasure. I freely take it all. I grip onto the shower head screaming.

  “Oh God, Corbin.”

  “Hold on tight, I’m going to lift you.” His grabs the back of both of my thighs and brings my ass backwards even more, pumping into me. I’m riding his cock in the air from behind and it is intoxicating.

  “I want to see those perfect tits bounce. I’m going to turn you around.”

  I let go of the showerhead. With my wrist still attached, all he has to do is spin me. He hitches my thighs up so that my knees fit into the crook of his arm between his bicep and forearm. At this angle, I can look down and see his cock sliding in and out of me. The tension in me builds, and I can feel it coming on strong.

  “I’m about to come.”

  He starts to pump even harder. “I’m right there with you.”

  And then it hits us both. We’re shuddering under the water together as our orgasms take flight. His arms shift and I wrap my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles. With him still inside of me, he reaches up and releases my hands. I throw my arms around his neck wrapping us in each other’s embrace. The water continues to beat down on us as he eventually lowers me off of him.

  “That was intense,” I say with a tired smile.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “No. I’m okay, might not be walking too straight tomorrow though.” I sleepily chuckle. He shuts off the water and wraps a towel around his waist. He wraps one around my body and sets me down on the sink.

  “I’m okay with you not walking straight, means I did a good job.” I slap his arm with the little strength I have left.

  “You’re so tired. I’m going to brush your hair.” He grabs the brush and runs it through my hair. I’ve never had anyone take care of me like this. Once he finishes, he scoops me in his arms and carries me to bed. I finally fall into a deep slumber.

  I awake the next morning, with the early sunlight barely peeking through the curtains. It must be extremely early because the room has only a soft glow, teetering between night and day.

  I hear a phone with an unfamiliar ring. Assuming it must be Corbin’s, I nudge the sleeping form beside me.

  “Your phone is ringing. Wake up.”

  I kiss him along his cheeks. He grumbles and sticks his hand out waiting for me to place his phone there and I do. Somehow we have become so good at reading each other it’s like our bodies react in a well-choreographed dance.

  “Marx,” he answers, sitting up. I watch him get up and walk into the bathroom, closing the conversation off from me. I should find this strange, but I don’t. I guess growing up with the guys, I'm used to a level of privacy the men around me need, so I give him his space. Corbin comes out of the bathroom a little while later, clean shaven and showered.

  “Maura, you up for a small trip to D.C.? I need to go in for a briefing. You can stay here if you would feel safer, but I’m not going to lie, I would love to have you with me.”

  “I’m not staying here without you. Count me in, Marine.”

  I get up out of bed and give him a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to shower. During our late night water theatrics, shampoo was left out of the equation and this hair is a mess of tangles. When I come out Corbin has our bags mostly packed. I finish getting dressed in jeans, boots and a long sleeve Harley Tee. I have my soft leather in a backpack in case I get chilly. My hair is braided in a long side braid to avoid it from getting completely tangled on the bike.

  As we walk into the kitchen, Rosalina immediately notices the bags in our hands. She stops mixing whatever concoction she has brewing in the large mixing bowl, and rushes over to us.

  “Oh Maura, you must visit again. Don’t let this big brute keep you away.” She pulls me into a tight hug. “If you ever need anything, a place to stay, some good recipes or even if you just want to chat, call me. Si?"

  “Yes Rosalina, I will. Thank you so much.”

  Corbin kisses Rosalina on her cheek and says goodbye, and I swear I caught her blushing. We head out to the bike. The air is cooler than I anticipated so I reach into my bag and pull out my leather. Rosalina rushes out of the house with a brown bag in her hand.

  “Here. Take these with you.”

  I take a peek in the bag and I’m assaulted with the smell of breads and pastries. She is the sweetest woman ever. I know, without a shadow of doubt, that I’ll see her again. I stuff the bag into my backpack, and we hug goodbye again.

  We stop after two hours on the bike for a break at one of the highway rest stops. I sit on a picnic table and enjoy the morning sun. I take out the bag from Rosalina and we share some sweet pastries.

  “So, we are only about 45 minutes from Quantico. We will go check in, and I’ll show you my place. Then, I have a meeting in D.C. around noon. It’s about an hour drive so I will probably be gone for several hours. Is that cool?” Corbin asks while breaking off another piece of pastry and handing it to me.

  “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.” We finish off our breakfast and get back to the bike.

  The rest of the ride is very fast. We pull up to the check in on base. Corbin shows his military identification, and I have to show my driver's license. While the guard verifies our IDs, he explains to me that while on base, Corbin acts as my sponsor, so if I do anything wrong Corbin will also be disciplined.

  “Here, take this pass and keep it with you. It will help you get on and off base.” I slide the pass into my purse, and we continue towards Corbin’s place.

  I'm surprised by the size of the base. I’ve never been on a military base before, but this looks like a small city. He navigates the bike at a slower pace as we ride through rows and rows of streets with similar houses. It’s obvious that they were all developed at the same time. None of them have their own uniqueness. It’s not my taste, but then again I doubt the Marines that live here have much choice.

  We finally come to a stop, pulling into a driveway of a small single story home. The exterior is very plain and the landscaping is dismal at best. We get off of the bike, grab some of our things from the saddlebags, and head towards the front door. Corbin takes my hand as he is about to open the front door. “It’s not much. To be honest, I am rarely here. It serves its purpose.” If I didn’t know better I would say that my Marine is a bit shy.

  “Trust me. Nothing you could show me when you open the door will shock me. Well, unless there is a harem of women, barefoot and pregnant sewing Marine uniforms inside. Ther
e’s not, is there?” I quirk up an eyebrow at him questioning but joking.

  He chuckles, “Definitely no.”

  His home is quite small and it’s smaller than the cottages on the lake. When we walk in, there is a large room with very little outdoor light shining in. It feels cold and unlived in. There is a leather recliner with a small table next to it. Across from that is a large king size bed covered in a black comforter. On the wall there is a huge flat screen TV. There is a door to the right, which I assume is a bathroom, and the kitchen is open with all the necessities but nothing fancy. The walls are white and barren of any pictures. There is nothing here that would tell me Corbin lives here. A part of me is saddened by this, because I can tell from seeing his house that it’s not a home. He has no roots here, and I wonder if he has anywhere he feels grounded. As insane as the club life has been for me, it’s home and I know exactly who I am and where I am from.

  Corbin sees the look on my face, “Hey, I know it’s not much, but I didn’t think you would be sad.”

  “No, it’s not that. It’s just there is nothing that says Corbin here. There isn’t anything that makes this seem like your home.”

  “I don’t need stuff to feel like home. I travel a lot and I’m good with that, besides I do have one toy.”

  “Oh yeah, what’s that?” I question a little excited at the prospect of getting some more knowledge into Corbin. He opens a door to a small attached garage and inside is a large black Navigator.

  “It fits you,” I say with a smile. I sit down on the edge of his bed.

  “I have to leave soon. I wish I could show you around. Actually, I wish I could take you in my bed right now. I hate that I have to basically drop you off and leave.” He opens a closet and takes out his olive colored uniform and begins changing. My mouth waters as I watch him change.

  “How much time do you have ‘til you have to leave?” I say as I stand up helping him take off his belt. He grabs my hand, stopping me and chuckles.

  “Not enough, but if you keep looking at me like that I might just have to say fuck it, and deal with the fallout of being late.” Realizing that this is his job, and I need to let him go, I move my hand from his belt and give a fake pout. He leans down over me, and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, then pulls away.

  “Your lips are perfect.”

  “Oh, you tease.” I say smacking him on the ass.

  He smiles, “I have to take the Navigator, because I can’t get wrinkled. I’m so sorry, but I’m afraid since I haven’t been here that my fridge is empty. Will you be able to handle the bike to get yourself fed while I’m gone? I know it’s bigger than what you're used to.”

  “I handled you, didn’t I?” I can’t help it. I’m in a mood, and he is going to be gone all day. Plus, he is now in his boxer briefs pulling on his pants. He gives me a look that says, “Really?”

  “Okay, okay. But, for future reference, asking me whether I can handle any bike is a silly question. Seriously, look who you’re with.” I say pointing to myself in a very flirty way.

  “You’re right,” he jokes. “I'm with a total bad ass.” Once he’s dressed, he hands me the keys to the bike.

  “If you drive down a few blocks in the opposite direction, there’s a store and a few places to eat.”

  “Relax, I’ll be fine. I have my phone. I can look it up, and I have a GPS on this thing.”

  “I know you’ll be fine, I just really don’t want to leave you.”

  He leans back down over me like he is going to kiss me, but he turns his head at the last second, so that he is right by my ear.

  “I promise I’ll hurry back. I need to be in that perfect pussy of yours. I need you in my bed so fucking bad.”

  I look up at him, and I swear his seductive words are enough to keep me on edge, wanting him, until he returns.

  Chapter 9

  When Corbin leaves, I decide to take a nap. I want this day to fly by as quickly as possible. It occurs to me that this is just one day. What am I going to do when he is gone for months at a time? The thought turns my stomach a little. I’m annoyed with myself for feeling like, Woe is me. My man is gone for the day. That’s not who I'd like to be. Then again, I’ve never been in a situation like this. I’m used to being left alone. All the men in my life; my dad, Dawson, Jules, have all had to leave on occasion. This just feels different.

  After laying in his bed for several hours I’m not really sleeping. I’m bogged down with my internal dialogue, and decide that maybe the thoughts are not what is turning my stomach and perhaps I should go eat. I google a few places and decide to head east towards the water.

  I get on the bike. It is on the larger side for me to ride but I've ridden bigger. I exit the base and follow my GPS to a row of small restaurants, deciding on a tavern right on the water. I love that places on the smaller side like this have the best food. There is a large, hanging, wooden sign that says, “Ray's Riverhouse.” When I walk in, there is a hostess at the stand waiting to seat me, but I motion to the bar.

  “Can I just eat at the bar?”

  “Sure. No problem,” she replies.

  The bar area is in a different room than the rest of the dining room. You can see the dining room but a step up makes it seem separated. There are several high top tables filled with Marines, and a few are seated at the bar, as well. It’s past lunch time, but early enough that there is no dinner rush yet. I walk over to the bar, it faces windows that overlook the bay which is littered with a variety of different boats. A blonde, wearing tight jeans and whose boobs are pushed a little too close to her chin, walks over to where I have taken a seat at the bar.

  “What can I get for ya, doll?”

  “I’ll take a Budweiser, and do you have a menu? I’m starved.” I order and am ready to show my fake I.D. if necessary.

  “Sure thing.”

  She comes back and sets the beer down in front of me, as well as a menu.

  I pause before opening the menu, “Is there a favorite burger around here?”

  “Sure is. It’s called a Touchdown.”

  “I’ll try that,” I say sliding the menu forward again and lifting my beer to my lips.

  I take out my phone and decide to check in. First, I take a picture of the the bay through the window, and text it to Jenny.

  Me: Bay is nice

  I decide to text Dawson. I've never been able to stay mad at him long, and although his words cut deep, I know he was scared when he saw me in the shower covered in blood.

  Me: u handle shit yet? A few seconds later my phone chimes.

  Jenny: jealous;)

  I smile at that. I love that girl. My phone chimes again.

  Daws: Where r u?

  Me: Quantico Bay

  Daws: The fuck? U should b here

  Me: I’m safe

  Daws: I’d keep u safe

  Me: b happy 4 me

  Me: I’m happy

  My phone chimes again but before I can check it, I hear a man’s voice next to me.

  “Do you have a sunburn? Or are you always this hot?”

  I turn and look at the guy. He is a Marine; blonde hair, dark eyes, not as big of a build as Corbin, but he still is a good size.

  “Bahahaha,” I laugh at him. I shake my head and take a swig of my beer, which is just about empty. I raise my beer to the bartender and nod my head to signal my need for another. She acknowledges me and walks over placing another beer in front of me.

  “Your burger should be up in a few.”

  “Thanks,” I smile at her, and ignore the cheesy pickup line guy next to me.

  “Aw, you didn’t like that one. I got better. Is your daddy in jail? Your daddy must be in jail, ‘cause he stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes.”

  “Oh my God, do those lines really work for you? Those are the worst.” I can’t help but laugh at the guy. He is persistent. If I wasn’t with Corbin, I would probably flirt a bit with him. He is good looking, but blondes aren’t really my thing.<
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  “Got you to talk to me, didn’t it?” He says.

  I roll my eyes and take another swig of my beer as my burger is delivered in front of me. It’s huge, but I’m not a girly girl who is afraid to indulge in a burger and beer in a room filled with guys. I start to eat the burger that is messy and requires both hands to pick up. I wonder if this is the most popular burger, or if the bartender told me to get it because it’s messy. It’s really good, so I decide that it must be popular.

  “Wow, that’s really big,” the guy with the bad lines says. Another guy apparently walked up while I was indulging on my “big” burger.

  “That’s what she said,” he cockily adds to the conversation.

  The bartender is wiping down the bar in front of me.

  “I’m surrounded by vultures,” I say to her.

  “You’re not from around here, are you?” She says and seems nice enough, but it’s in my nature to be skeptical of females, especially ones who bartend. Still, I would rather talk to her than the meatheads surrounding me.

  “No, I just got into town with my boyfriend,” It’s the first time that I have referred to him that way and I can’t help but smile at using that endearment.

  The guy with the even lamer comment chimes in. His voice is husky, and he is similar in size to Corbin. Where the pick up line guy was kind of funny, this guy is coming off as an asshole. “Oh yeah? Where is this guy then?”

  I think about telling the guy to fuck off, but then I don’t know how this whole Marine thing works, and I don’t want to start anything for Corbin. Instead of answering his question I say, “Maybe you know him? His name is Corbin.”

  “Not Sergeant Marx?” The pick up line guy questions.

  “That’s the one,” I respond.

  “He is going to kill me if he finds out I used the stars line on you. Name’s Parker.” He sticks out his hand to shake. I shake his hand, and by the shake I can tell he is a decent guy. The other guy chimes in, but is speaking to the bartender instead of me.