Military Man

by Mia Soto

  He couldn't get deep enough as his arm wrapped her waist and pulled down hard so each drive touch as deeply inside her as possible. It wasn't long before her gasps became erratic. He loved how expressive she was when she cried out loudly, his fingers massaging her over a higher cliff. He kept his rhythm and found his release a short time later.

  After, the best part was letting his hands roam her body as she breathed heavily on top of him. Her head turned in their awkward position and her lips found his. She whimpered against the force of his lips and tongue against hers. They stayed like that for some time until he finally got up to clean up. It never even occurred to him to get dressed and leave as he crawled back into the bed with her. This time he had no excuse for why he wasn't leaving but she hadn't said anything so neither would he. To his confusion, he had wrapped her in as tightly as she would allow him to hold her. He wanted her even closer.

  “Thanks for the best night ever,” she whispered.

  “Likewise,” he assured her with a kiss to her temple. He stayed up long after she fell asleep wondering exactly what had happened that night. He woke a few hours later and eased out from her. He had early training so he got dressed, ordered his cab and then went to kneel by her bed. She looked even more beautiful in sleep. He let his fingers comb some of her hair away from her face and the movement woke her. She opened her eyes and he smiled gently at her as she smiled back and stretched.

  “You’re leaving?” She asked all breathy, sinking back into her pillows. It almost had him crawling back into bed with her. He nodded. “Ok. You were right. That was fun.”

  “Totally.” He agreed. “Want to do it again tonight?”

  She smiled with her eyes closed. “Totally.”

  He kissed her lips and waited for her to respond before going deep and long. Then he sighed. He didn’t want to leave. “Text you later?”

  Her eyes were closed as she nodded. He sat caressing her hair for more minutes than he had left because the cab was calling for him downstairs. He didn’t want to leave.

  Chapter 3

  When she woke around nine he had already texted her.

  What are you doing later?

  She smiled and texted back.

  Work a little. Run on the boardwalk.

  It was her typical Saturday routine. He wrote back a little later.

  Run? You’re on. Meet you there.

  She frowned. She ran for exercise, because her body was changing as it got older and it wasn’t so easy to stay the same weight. She was pretty sure he could run circles around her while sitting in a chair. She contemplated saying no then decided, whatever. He could run ahead and then they’d meet up and go back to her place and she’d let him rock her world a little more. So she wrote back.

  Ok. I’m not a great runner.

  He wrote back immediately.

  That’s ok. I just want to see that ass bouncing.

  She blushed. He had a one track mind. Before she could write back something clever, he wrote.

  Are you blushing?

  She smiled.

  Yes. That was totally inappropriate.

  Really, even after last night?

  Yes, even after last night.

  Because I thought that thing we did with that thing might be considered a little more inappropriate than your bouncing ass.

  She laughed out loud. He had this dry wit that totally amused her. Anyone else who had tried to use her vibrator on her during sex, especially after only knowing each other for a few hours, would have left her hiding her face in shame. He made it fun and funny. Still she decided not pursue that line of conversation and wrote back.

  I’ll see you at four.

  Can’t wait Baby.

  And the truth was, neither could she.

  She was waiting at the meeting place she’d told him in the text. He was late. She wondered if that was normal or if for personal things he’d always be late. Something told her lateness was something his job wouldn’t tolerate. Her phone buzzed after she’d been waiting for ten minutes and she was starting to get annoyed.

  Running late. Start without me. I’ll catch up.

  She rolled her eyes. No duh, he was late. And cocky enough to think he could catch up.

  Ok. Loser buys Italian Ice.

  He wrote back immediately.

  Deal.

  She laughed thinking there was no way he could win and she knew that would eat him up alive. Nothing had ever been said but she could tell this guy didn’t like to lose. She stretched for one more minute and then started out. She ran strong that day, maybe a little faster than normal. If she was going to win, and she was going to win, she needed a decent leg up. In a straight out footrace, there was no way she could beat him. At the two and a quarter marker, she started getting texts. She could tell by their quantity and relentlessness it was Brandt. After about five of them she stopped and looked back. No sign of him. She took a minute to respond or he would drive her crazy all night and she was looking forward to Ork showing her how much more fun he knew how to have. She didn’t want to be interrupted. After some back and forth about what Brandt should wear on his date and some other inane office thing he threw out, she texted that her battery was dying and then turned off the phone. It was the only way to stop him.

  She started out to finish her three miles but her pace was slow. She was cooling off by then and didn’t want to reheat, but she wasn’t worried because there had been no sign of him when she’d looked back. A little boy lost his ball and it bounced in front of her and she stopped to give it to him. As she stood she glanced over her shoulder absent minded and beheld the unfathomable sight of Ork barreling down the boardwalk toward her.

  Shit! She put on her running feet but she could hear him behind her. Rather, she could hear the terrified cries of people behind her. When two hundred and ten pounds of muscle barreled toward people, they tended to move, and quickly. No one was moving for her. In fact, they were annoyed as she jostled them to try to get around them. He took her easily and made the finish line with his hands up in the air and a triumphant whoop. She was furious, more with herself, as she came up behind him. The single consolation was watching him walk in a circle and even bend to his knees for a moment while he tried to cool off.

  “Alright, you win. What flavor do you want?” She was smiling in spite of the fact that she’d lost.

  “No way, I got it. What flavor do you want?” He stood up smiling.

  “I lost. That was the deal.”

  “You’re not buying me Italian Ice. What flavor you want?” He’d taken her hand was starting to lead her to the cart.

  “Don’t be silly. I’m buying,” she insisted.

  “No you’re not.”

  She yanked her hand way and stopped. “Yes, I am. That’s the deal. You, stop being silly. Why can’t I buy?”

  “’Cause I’m the man.”

  “What kind of nineteen fifties TV show did you crawl out of?”

  He chuckled. “The kind that doesn’t let the lady pay.”

  She shook her head. Was it a money thing? She knew she had to make more than him. It didn’t matter. “This is crazy. I’m buying. It’s just Italian Ice.”

  She started walking. He started walking. She walked faster. So did he. In a second they were in a power walking race. It was crowded off the walking path and she saw an alley open directly in front of her. He was headed right into a pack of teenagers. She had it. She had him. She was going to win.

  Then she felt a nudge on her shoulder. She didn't think much of it. He was probably realizing he was headed into a dead end. Then that nudge hit harder. She was so sure she was about to win that she ignored that as well. Then he side swiped her hard and sent her veering off on a forty five degree angle. He took the alley while she went careening into a pack of non-English speaking tourists holding maps and clearly lost. He had a shit eating grin on as he watched her giving directions using the international gestures of pointing and shrugging to explain to the tourists how to get wher
e they wanted to go. When she finally walked over to him, she was fully exasperated.

  "So what flavor?" He asked innocently.

  She looked at him deadpan. "I don't want any."

  "Oh, come on. Be a good sport."

  She sputtered. "You can't be serious. You cheated."

  "No, I didn't. I engaged a means of acquiring my goals." She must have looked completely disgusted because he started back peddling hard and gathered her in.

  “Stop, that's not going to work.” She pushed at him even as his hand ran down her side to her hip to pull her in closer.

  “It might work a little,” he grinned smugly as she melted slightly against him. His arms were irresistible to her. A few soft kisses were placed on her sweaty neck and her head tilted in spite of her will. Then his tongue touched gently. He whispered, “You taste delicious."

  She finally laughed and pushed him away. "Stop you're all sweaty and hot."

  "I am hot," he agreed licking his finger and sticking his ass out dramatically making a sizzling sound as the two touched.

  Then she laughed genuinely and hard. "You're so weird."

  "You have no idea." He raised an eyebrow.

  She stopped and got a little serious. "I love that movie."

  "Me too," he agreed and then they shared a smile. "What flavor?"

  "Cherry and lemon." She finally conceded.

  "Me too."

  They shared another smile and she even let him hold her hand and lead her to the cart. They ate their treat sitting by each other, kissing occasionally to see if their flavors tasted any different on each other’s tongues. Then they walked back the three miles hand in hand talking about everything and nothing. He walked her to her car and left her with a kiss saying he needed to run to his place first.

  When she got home she beelined for the bathroom to fix the switch she had been meaning to fix forever. She had found a YouTube video and had bought all the stuff awhile ago. Old fashion procrastination had kept her from getting around to actually fixing it. She knew he must have noticed the lack of light in there. The only lights that worked were the dull vanity ones. The video said it shouldn’t take more than ten minutes but she was thirty minutes in and all she had managed to do was take the plate off and stare blankly at the mess of wires that weren’t labeled at all like the video said they would be. She heard his knock and cursed. She was getting up to open the door when she heard it open so she kept about what she was doing.

  She jumped when he barked angrily at her, “why is that door open?”

  “You scared me,” she cried.

  “I bet,” he snapped.

  “I knew you were coming,” she defended feeling like he was attacking her needlessly.

  “You lock your doors and open it when I knock then. You don’t leave it open.”

  “Ok,” she spat at him, annoyed by then. She didn’t like being spoken to in the tone he was using. She got enough of that shit at work. He was silent for a moment then she felt his arms encircle her.

  “I don’t like the idea of you in here with it open. Anyone could get in.”

  She wanted to stay angry but his arms felt so warm and secure around her that she melted into him and he took the opportunity to kiss her neck. “Ok,” she conceded a little softer.

  “What are you doing?” He asked in between his kisses. He smelled all yummy and she was still covered in sweat.

  “Trying to fix the light. I’m sure you noticed it’s broken.”

  “Hmm,” he agreed and let her go. He flipped the switch on the light that was hanging down like a dislodged eyeball. The light flickered a little and then went dead again – the problem. He looked at her stunned. “Did you turn the electricity off?”

  She shook her head not liking the look in his eyes. “It was flipped off. You turned it on. If I turn off all the electricity in here the hall light goes out too and I can’t see.”

  He looked at her incredulously. “You could shock yourself like this. Go flip the breaker. And give me this,” he took the screwdriver out of her hand.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’ll fix this. Go figure out what we’re eating tonight. I’m starving.”

  She didn’t argue even though she wasn’t sure she liked his macho take over attitude. Since she really didn’t know what she was doing she decided to take his charity gratefully and she went off in search of the electrical box. She did ignore his directive to figure out dinner and went back in to help him, handing him the pieces and screw drivers as he needed them. They turned the electricity back on and she had lights again.

  “All better,” he smiled at her. He had a great smile and it seemed to touch deep into his eyes when he put it on her. She reached up and pulled him down to her to kiss him with every part of her mouth.

  “Thank you,” she whispered against his lips before he took over the momentum of the kiss in a suffocating manner. She worked on the buckles to his shorts and soon had them open and was pushing them down. She broke away from his kiss with a wicked smile and snaked down his body to rub her face around his hardening member.

  “Lycée, you don’t have too.” He sounded strained and she snaked back up with a smile.

  “You don’t want me too?” She asked innocently as her hand encircled him and began stroking in a long, smooth rhythm.

  He was barely able to speak as he said, “don’t feel like you have to.”

  She kissed him once more then said, “just say thank you.” Then she snaked back down and started her magic. He was so big and thick it was hard to get him into her mouth. But once she figured out her method with something that large she had him groaning and holding her head as he nearly buckled under her efforts.

  “Fuck, thank you,” he finally whispered and yanked her up. He dug a condom out of his pockets while she pulled off her shorts. In a minute he had her pinned up against the wall and was sinking into her over and over with deep hard thrusts. When he was in her, every part of her was filled to capacity. Her gasps and cries were uncontainable. His eyes never left her as he plunged in and when she tried to close her eyes he commanded, “look at me. Don’t close them.” She did and came in a way she didn’t think possible. She not only cried out his name, but a few expletives as well. He was chuckling at her release. “That’s it Baby. Just like that.”

  She collapsed on him with a laugh, “you are seriously fun.” She raised her head and gave him a little Eskimo kiss with her nose. She wasn’t prepared for the voracious response he gave her in return. Apparently he liked that. He eased out of her and she groaned. She always felt empty when he left her.

  “We’ll do that again in a little bit. Go order food.” He commanded and she snarled at him playfully.

  “Yes, Sergeant.”

  “You’re demoting me,” he called after her but she kept walking. “And that’s the wrong military branch,” he added and she giggled but blushed. A little research on military topics would be called for if he was going to stick around. She ordered some Thai with extra protein in his and an extra dumplings order. She had a feeling he was an eater. Then she went for a shower and he joined of course. It was heavenly. They got out in time for the knock on the door for the food. He had already paid and laid out what she had ordered by the time she had dressed in her pajama pants and tight tank.

  “This it?” He looked disappointed. She had ordered him a large and the extra appetizer.

  “You want more?” She didn’t mean to sound hurt but she must have because he pulled her in with a kiss to her temple.

  “No it’s fine.”

  They sat to eat and he finished his, the appetizers and the half of hers that she couldn’t eat and he was foraging in her refrigerator after all that.

  “I’m sorry I thought that would be enough.” She really felt bad. Looking back, the large wasn’t that big, not for someone his size.

  His arms encircled her and he change his focus from food to sex because he had her legs wrapped around him as he walked her back to he
r bedroom. “It’s ok. I think I found what I want to eat next.”

  She giggled as they fell to the bed and he returned the favor she had given him earlier. He was a master at pretty much every area of her body. She was clutching the sheets and crying out before she could think about how nice it was.

  Then he threw off his clothes haphazardly, got a condom and lay back dragging her on top of him. She got to her knees and sank onto him. It was heavenly. So she did it again with a sigh, even more heavenly the second time. She let him set the rhythm following smoothly with her hips. His hands fell flat on her cheeks urging her up and back to meet his hard thrusts. She was gasping and near but she could tell by his rhythm he was going to beat her that time. And he did. It was the first time she was able to get him there before her, probably because she had had her moment with his face tucked warm between her legs right before.

  “Sorry, Baby,” he seemed genuinely upset by this occurrence.

  “It’s ok. I had mine,” she assured him leaning down to press her naked torso to his. She let her lips play across the wide expanse of his shoulders. His arms held her tightly, his hands smoothing over her back and bottom, over and over.

  “Lycée,” he whispered.

  “Yes,” she asked between kisses.