Army

by Wilder, Chiah

  “That’s sounds so lonely … and sad.”

  “Not at all. You’re seeing it as a citizen—love and marriage, but it’s not like that. We’re a family for sure. If anyone messes with one of our girls, we’re gonna beat their ass. Most of the women here come from real shitty backgrounds and never felt accepted or cared for until they came to us.”

  Mia nodded as she drew invisible patterns on the plastic tablecloth. “Now that you put it that way, I can understand it better. Not having anyone to care for you is beyond tough. It’s nice that they have a sense of family at your club.”

  “We’ve got tons of chicks clamoring to be a club girl. Look at all the women here tonight—they want a walk on the wild side, and they’re gonna get it.” Army laughed.

  Mia looked around. “Every woman here will have sex willingly?”

  “Yeah. If someone doesn’t, then that’s cool for the most part.” Army wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “I’m cool with us not having it even though it leaves my cock hard for days.”

  She ran her finger down the side of his face. “Frankly, I’m surprised you keep going out with me.”

  “I like you,” he said before he kissed her softly on the lips.

  “I like you too.” Are you fucking Alma or any of the other women who come around? I hope not, but I’m not that delusional to think you’re not. He had a bevy of women whose sole purpose was to please him and the others in his club, but she refused to ask. Maybe she didn’t want to know, or maybe she didn’t want him to think she was jealous; Mia wasn’t sure, but the one thing she was sure about: she was beyond crazy about Army. She couldn’t imagine not having him in her life. Mia’s body yearned for him, to feel his lips on every part of her.

  “You wanna dance?” he asked, breaking through her thoughts.

  “Sure.” She clasped his fingers and he escorted her back inside onto the crowded dance floor. He took her into his arms and drew her close, resting her head against his chest.

  Mia lifted her head and looked into his smoldering blues. “You do know that we’re slow dancing to Metallica’s ‘The Four Horsemen,’ right?”

  “I want to feel all of you when we dance,” he answered.

  A shiver ran through her body and she rested her cheek on his chest, feeling hard muscles and heat. The pounding of his heart matched hers, and desire burned in her like a slow fire. She closed her eyes and let him move her body back and forth, his hands skimming over her hips and landing on her backside. Her feelings for him were over the top. He still held her after the song ended, his hands squeezing her butt. While he ground his hard dick against her, he claimed her lips in a kiss that sent need spiraling through her.

  “You wanna go to my room?” His words were smothered on her lips as he devoured her mouth.

  Ozzy Osborne’s high voice sang out in “Crazy Train” as people bumped into them while they danced frenetically.

  Mia pulled back and tugged Army toward the wall. “There’s a good chance we’re going to be trampled.” She nipped his bottom lip. “Let’s go back to my hotel.” A heated shiver of anticipation ran up her spine, and she trembled slightly.

  “Are you cold, baby?” he asked.

  She shook her head, her caramel-brown hair skimming the bare skin under her crop top. She looked up at him. “No.”

  Army must have seen the gleam of desire in her eyes, for his own eyes darkened as well. As he caressed a finger down the side of her face, the heat from his touch added to the fire already burning inside her. “Let’s go,” he rasped, breaking away and taking hold of her elbow.

  As Army led her out of the club, Mia noticed that the party was getting wilder and raunchier, and a lot of men and women staggered around the room, trying to keep their balance. She leaned into Army, and he draped his arm over her shoulder as they made their way to the car.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “I should’ve brought a bottle of Jack when we left the club,” Army said, looking around the room.

  “There’s a mini bar. Let me see if it has any whiskey.” Mia headed over to the small fridge, taking off her leather jacket as she went, then folded it over the back of a cushy chair. She bent down and opened the door, scanning the miniature bottles that lined the shelves. “You’re in luck,” she said, glancing at Army over her shoulder.

  “Grab all of them,” he said, his eyes fixed on her ass.

  A small shudder ran through her, and she pulled out three small bottles of Jack and two of gin. Mia stood upright and snagged two wide glasses then slowly walked over to the loveseat facing the picture window. Points of light coming from residences dotted the silhouette of the mountains in the distance. “Do you want any ice?” she asked while placing the bottles down on the end table next to a tall lamp with a large ivory shade.

  He shook his head as his gaze captured hers.

  She poured the amber liquid in a glass and handed it to Army. He took the proffered tumbler, swirled the whiskey and sniffed the aroma, then he winked at her before taking a drink. After pouring her own, Mia clinked her glass against his and raised it to her lips while keeping her gaze locked on his. The cool burst of slightly sweet freshness slid down her throat. “Wonderful,” she said then licked her lips. Mia’s pulse soared when his gunmetal blue eyes grew dark as he followed the movement of her tongue.

  Army took her hand and guided her down on the couch, his intense body heat radiating into her. “It’s nice without all the noise,” she murmured.

  “Was it awful for you?” he asked over the rim of the glass.

  “The open sex thing was a bit much, but otherwise I found it interesting. I loved seeing the camaraderie you all share. It’s awesome to be so close to so many people.”

  “They’re my family. You know … family isn’t always blood. We earned each other’s respect and love, and I know no matter what the fuck happens in life, they’ll be there for me the same as I will for them. There’s not one damn bit of doubt about that.”

  Army’s passion and love for his club turned Mia on even though she thought that was a crazy reaction to his words. She was keenly aware of his knee touching her skin, the warmth that emanated from him, and the spicy scent of his cologne … even the way his throat moved as he spoke.

  Army finished his drink and leaned forward, inches away from her face, “You keep looking at me like that and it’s going to be fuckin’ hard to behave,” he whispered before brushing his lips across hers.

  “Maybe I don’t want you to behave,” she said softly.

  Army’s eyes met hers in a fiery bond, and his lips curled up in a sexy smile. “Maybe?” His finger trailed down her throat, slowly bringing a starburst of pleasure to spread through her.

  Before she could say anything else, Army claimed her lips in a hard and demanding kiss. His lips and tongue plundered her mouth, devouring her, and Mia kissed him back with just as much fervor and intensity. She wound her tongue around his and pushed in deeper, trying to feel as much of him as she could.

  Low guttural groans rumbled from his chest and he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it hard as his other hand cupped her breast and roughly squeezed the soft flesh. Mia moaned into his mouth and he pulled back a little. “You like that, babe?” he said against her lips.

  “Yeah,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his scalp, “but I’d love it harder.”

  “You like it rough, don’t you?”

  Nodding, she pulled his hair hard, jerking his head back. “And dark.” Her tongue licked across his lips before she nipped at them.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, tearing his mouth away from hers.

  Pleasure spread through her as he trailed hot kisses down her neck, sinking his tongue into the pulsing hollow of her collarbone before he moved to the swell of her breasts rising above the low scooped neckline of her snug top. Tugging at the hem, Army pulled the top down to reveal more before licking circles down her cleavage. His stubble lightly scratched and tickled Mia’s sensitive skin, and she looked dow
n at his strong hands massaging her tits while he nipped then laved her flesh.

  Army glanced up and she knew he noticed that she was watching by the way his grip tightened. She cried out as pain shot through her, then moaned as warm pleasure replaced it.

  “You like that, baby?” he said hoarsely, his fingers pinching her hard.

  Mia sucked in a ragged breath and let the pain wash over her, then relished the soft touch of his tongue soothing the ache. “Yes,” she rasped.

  Suddenly, he clutched the hem of her top, and in one fluid movement pulled it up and over her head, throwing it to the floor. In the cool air of the room, her skin pebbled and her nipples hardened, making the hiss of Army’s indrawn breath hit right between her legs.

  “Fuck, baby,” he gritted as he yanked her bra straps down to expose her breasts. He stood upright and gathered her in his arms then threw her on the bed. Mia gasped for breath and wiggled up toward the headboard, grasping at the bedspread.

  His eyes pierced into her as her breasts bounced, and she started to get up, but he pushed her down. “No,” he growled.

  His deep voice held a hint of danger, and all kinds of tingles danced over her skin. Kneeling on either side of her, he bent over and gently sucked on her earlobe. “What’s your safeword?” he whispered.

  “Independence,” she breathed.

  A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “It fits you.” His breath was hot against her skin as he scorched a path with his lips and tongue and teeth to her breasts. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he muttered, lowering his head before swiping his tongue over her nipples then blowing on them, sending chills rushing down her spine. Army licked and blew several times as she arched her back, silently begging him to suck her aching buds.

  He smiled. “I love how your body is asking me to touch you. Is that what you want, babe?” His deep voice sent heat right to her throbbing sex.

  “You know I do,” she said, grabbing for his hand.

  He pushed hers away. “I’m in control here … not you,” he said as his finger circled around the areola.

  Her body hummed with nerves when he pinched her nipple again, and she cried out as waves of white-hot lust encompassed her.

  “I like hearing you scream,” he said, pinching the other nipple.

  “It feels so good,” she panted. She reached and grabbed his hard dick, but he pushed her hand away and leaned back on his heels.

  “Please let me touch you,” she said.

  His eyes fixed on her painfully erect nipples as they swept over her body. “Beautiful.”

  “Army …” She reached out once more for him, but he shook his head.

  “Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go until I fuckin’ say so.” His gaze locked with hers.

  Tremors vibrated over her as she raised her arms and grasped the wooden slats. This is what I’ve always craved. How does he know what I want? Army … oh fuck.

  Mia watched as Army pulled her skirt over her hips then skimmed it down her legs to her ankles and tossed it on the floor. She lay on the mattress in only her sheer bikini panties with her heart racing, her mouth dry, and pulse pounding.

  She felt a finger touch the tattoo around her ankle as Army traced around it then lightly inched up her leg, and she sucked in a sharp breath the closer he moved to her mound—until he stopped. She groaned in frustration.

  “Such a nasty girl. You need to learn patience.”

  “I need you to touch me.”

  “I know.” Army brushed a finger over her panties and she jumped at the contact, fire burning in her. “Fuck, you’re dripping wet.”

  She’d never been this wet before. “I want you so bad,” she said softly.

  Mia saw his smoldering gaze flick over her from her wrists down to her feet then back to her eyes. “You look amazing.”

  Something twisted deep inside her as tension coiled in a tangled mess of want and need. “Please?” she whimpered.

  Army leaned forward and dipped his head, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as he pushed her panties aside and slipped two fingers inside her. His thumb pressed firmly against her clit, and her heated walls tightened against his digits as Mia moaned softly. When he pushed his thumb harder, she squirmed and groaned louder. She felt her juices trickling down as he pulled out then thrust back in, finger fucking her hard as he kept the pressure on her engorged nub. Mia was perched on the edge, ready to dive over at any moment, but she didn’t. It seemed that Army knew just where to touch to give her enough pressure to lift her higher without spilling her over. Her whole body throbbed against his as he slowed his pace. He was playing her and drawing it out.

  “You like that?”

  She groaned.

  “Your pussy’s real tight. I can’t wait to fuck you with my cock.” He groaned soft and slow. The sound rode along her spine, hot and heavy, and she curled her hand around his dick but he moved back.

  “Please!”

  “Let me finger fuck you a little longer. Get your damn hands back on the headboard.”

  A tendril of frustration wove through her desire. He knows how to push my buttons. Suddenly, he crushed his mouth against her and everything blurred. He nipped at her bottom lip then plunged his tongue between her lips. She sucked on his tongue and he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it hard. The pain was mixed with the pleasure of the kiss, and when he ground his hips against her, sparks lit up her nerves.

  Not able to keep from touching him, Mia slipped her hands under his T-shirt and ran them down his back, then cupping them around his ass, she pressed down in an attempt to hold his body close to hers. All at once, he pulled up and sat back on his heels again.

  Shaking his head, he stared at her. “You don’t like taking orders, do you?”

  Immediately, she raised her arms over her head. Army chuckled, and without breaking eye contact, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it by her skirt on the floor.

  Fucking hell. Mia’s insides lurched, stealing her breath, her blood boiling hot. It wasn’t that she was surprised—she’d seen him at Champion sparring with Taylor, but under the warm golden light from the lamp on the nightstand, he looked magnificent: cords of muscles with a dusting of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. Evil-looking tattoos moved, as if on screen, over his powerful arms. Holy hell, she thought as sweat beaded along her hairline.

  “Like what you see?” he asked as he shrugged off his jeans.

  Nodding, her eyes fixed on his thick, hard dick. “Fuck,” she whispered.

  Army straddled her again. “Do you like my cock?” He grabbed his length in his hand and slowly worked the skin up and down along his shaft. “Do you want to touch it?”

  Mia nodded again, a moan slipped from her lips as her heart fluttered with erratic beats.

  “Go ahead—touch it,” he rasped.

  She brought her arms down then wrapped her hand around his cock. She pushed up on one elbow and lowered her head, swiping her tongue over the glistening crown. He tasted warm and salty, and she slipped her mouth over the smooth skin.

  Army grunted then gently shoved her away. “I’m gonna blow if you keep it up.” He eased her back down and placed both of his hands on her bent knees and spread her legs wide open, then he leaned back and stared at her pussy. “So perfect. I can see your juices shining. I can’t wait to taste you, babe.” He glanced up at her, and her breath caught at the feral look in his eyes. “Keep those beautiful eyes on me, baby. Don’t look away,” he said as he bent down and slipped his finger between the heated folds of her pussy.

  The tip of his tongue touched her clit, electrifying her body. “Army,” she moaned as she shifted under his mouth.

  “You taste so good.” He sucked hard on her firm nub, scraping it with his teeth.

  “Oh … shit!” She bucked, arching her back and pushing against his mouth as sweet pain shot straight to her core.

  “I need you, baby,” he said huskily.

  “Then have me,” she moaned. />
  Army pulled back a little and she felt his dick pushing against her entrance. A sliver of clarity sliced through her sexual haze.

  “Condom,” she croaked.

  “Are you on the pill?” he asked. She nodded. “Then we’re good. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since we started dating.”

  Surprise flitted through her mind at his revelation, but she shelved it for another time. She looked down and saw him holding the base of his dick as he slowly guided it inside her until he filled her up. He held her gaze.

  “I can still taste your pussy. I like having you on my tongue while I fuck you.” He pulled out and slowly went back in.

  Mia loved his filthy talking—his words scorched her and had her craving for more. She wrapped her legs high around his waist, opening herself wider for him. Army captured her mouth then, and without warning, he plunged deep. She cried out. In and out. Fast. Hard. Deep. Over and over. Never had she experienced anything like what he was doing to her.

  “You like that?” he panted as he kept up the pace.

  “Damn. Yeah.” Raw desire and lust overwhelmed her as he pounded into her relentlessly.

  Then his teeth sank into her shoulder, delivering the pain she craved, and she exploded. Crying out to him, shaking and gasping—her entire body spasmed as wave after wave of sensation hit her, each cresting higher than the last. She pressed her face into the pillow to smother the sobs escaping from her throat at the intensity of her climax.

  Army stiffened then filled her with the heat from his release as he erupted inside her. “Mia,” he grunted.

  He collapsed on her, panting and shuddering, and she wrapped her arms tightly around him. Army lifted up and kissed her then rolled over and lay on his back, drawing her close. Mia inhaled deeply, loving the scent of them.

  “That was incredible,” she murmured, her finger tracing the tattoos on his chest.