Lance looks at both of us, and I squeeze his hands. “Lance? Honey?”
Lance pulls back and storms off. I start to get up to go after him, but Aaron puts his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Wait. He probably doesn't know how to react.”
I sink back onto the sand, not letting Lance out of my sight. He plays with the water a little, then comes back. “You lied, Mommy!”
I stop and blink back tears of shame at the disappointment in his face. “I . . . I know, honey. I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing at the time, protecting you and protecting Aaron. I'm sorry.”
Aaron looks at him and speaks up. “Lance, the problem is, the rules still say that I can't be with you and your mom. They say that since I'm a Lieutenant, and she's a Sergeant, I can't love you two. Now you see why I said sometimes there are rules that I don't agree with? And why we still have to keep this a secret?”
Lance nods, and even though he’s smart as a whip, he definitely doesn’t understand the seriousness of it all.
I take Aaron's hand. “So what do you think, buddy?”
Lance holds his arms up, and I hug him. Aaron joins in, and I feel totally, wonderfully happy, kissing Lance and then Aaron.
Lance goes down after dinner, hugging to his chin Aaron's t-shirt, a smile on his face. Today's been a dream. “You know, the first thing I noticed when he was born was that he's got your eyes,” I tell Aaron, smiling. “It comforted me during those days when I thought I'd never see you again.”
“I'm glad he's got your hair,” Aaron replies, drawing out a lock. “And I'm glad you let him grow it out. I'm getting tired of keeping mine short.”
“I've noticed you've let it grow a little since we started seeing each other again,” I say, lifting my hand up and stroking his hair. It's still short, but nowhere near the prickly shaved sides a lot of Airborne wear. “You did the same when we were at USMA.”
“It reminds me that I’m a man, and not just a soldier,” Aaron whispers, looking at me.
I can see it in his eyes, and I nod. He takes my hand, leading me through the joined doors of our rooms to what is officially his. I close the door slightly behind me, but I don't lock it. Just in case. “We'll have to keep it down.”
“Then join me in the shower,” Aaron says with a quiet intensity, pulling me toward the bathroom. “The water will hide the noise a bit.”
I follow him, grinning when he turns and looks at me with a naughty hunger in his eyes. “You were so hot in that swimsuit.”
“Why do you think I bought it?” I tease him, unsnapping the shorts I'd changed into for dinner. “I was hoping to see you adjusting your trunks all afternoon.”
“Oh, you had me doing that for sure,” he says, unsnapping his jeans and pushing them down, his cock bobbing as he frees it. He's already half-hard, and I feel warm tingles between my legs looking at him as he pulls his shirt off. Reading the desire in my eyes, he pulls me close and kisses me, his hands pushing my shorts off. I moan into his mouth, and he pulls me tighter, his fingers sliding inside my panties to squeeze my ass.
Aaron lets me go and steps into the shower stall, one of the most luxurious parts of the whole room. It's big and glass-walled, with twin shower heads that you can adjust, and Aaron turns on the water, washing himself while the steam starts to obscure the walls. “You joining me?”
His question breaks my paralysis, and I quickly pull my clothes off and step inside, sighing happily as the warm water runs over my skin. The afternoon was warm enough, but once the sun went down, it got a little chilly, and winter is coming soon enough. Aaron's glistening, the water running over his chiseled body, and I feel my desire increase as I see his cock rise up to full hardness as he looks at me.
“You know, no man has ever made me feel sexy, desired, and respected the way you do,” I tell him, taking his cock in my hand and kissing him. I pump his shaft slowly, until he takes my wrist in his grip, stopping me. “What?”
“I want to wash you first,” he says, smiling.
I nod and step back, reluctantly letting go. Aaron takes the soap from the dish and rubs it between his hands, then he sets it aside and starts with my forearms. In long, sweeping strokes, he rubs the suds over my skin, working up my arms to my shoulders and then down my back, massaging with his thumbs as his fingers work their magic. I relax into the feeling, luxuriating in the pampering. I push back into his hands slightly when he reaches my waist, but then he stops, chuckling. “Not yet.”
He kneels on the granite floor of the stall, taking the soap again and washing my legs, rubbing my calves and up the inside, my anticipation building as he brings his soapy hands closer and closer to my pussy, cleaning my thighs. I'm trembling and gasping, and I put my hands on his head, urging him. “Please . . .”
Aaron hums and sets the soap aside, rinsing me and his hands before running his fingers up my hamstrings and grabbing my ass, pulling me to his mouth. His tongue parts the wet lips of my pussy easily, trembles of ecstasy erupting deep inside me as he licks me all the way up to my clit before flicking his tongue over the tip, fireworks of pleasure exploding behind my eyeballs with every sweep. “Aaron.”
He stays on his knees, supporting me with his strong hands as I lean against the glass wall of the stall, unable to fully stand as his tongue licks and nibbles on my pussy, teasing my clit over and over with quick little caresses that threaten to make me collapse. It feels so good.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” I moan, pulling his head tighter against my pussy as he licks harder and faster. I thought at first he wanted to just tease me, but he's showing no mercy, his tongue swallowing me whole. His hands and fingers squeeze my ass, and when I feel his index finger press against my asshole, I moan deeply. How does he know? In my darkest, deepest fantasies, I've wanted him there, and as his finger slips inside, I groan, hungry for more.
Aaron hums, licking my pussy while his finger slides deeper inside, wiggling and loosening me until I'm trembling, so close to coming I can barely see. “Please.” I'm begging, wanting that last taste. “Please.”
His tongue flicks on my clit one more time, and I come, my ass tightening on his finger as I suck him deeper inside, needing him to complete me. I groan and hold his head close while I ride out my orgasm, my legs trembling as he supports me the whole time, sucking the warm, steamy air into my lungs and letting it out as sounds of pure pleasure.
When it finishes, I sigh happily, looking down on him. “That was a first.”
“How was it?” Aaron asks, looking up at me. His finger is still inside, and I squat down a little, grinning.
“I've always wondered what it’d be like for you to fuck my ass,” I tease, willing him in deeper. “Think you can go to the final frontier?”
“If we wash afterward,” Aaron says, grinning. “I never tried before because I didn't want to scare you.”
“Honey, you never scare me,” I growl, standing up. Aaron's finger slips free, and I turn around, sticking my ass out at him. “Just go slow. It’s my first time. Do we have any lubricant?”
Aaron nods, and we shut off the water, drying quickly before I saunter across the room toward the bed, wiggling my ass from side to side as I feel his eyes locked on my body, making me feel powerful and desired. I reach the bed and lie down, spreading my legs and beckoning. “Don’t make me wait.”
Aaron comes over then stops, going to his bags, where he takes out a tube of lubricant. “It's a bit old, but it should do the trick,” he says, showing it to me. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“You won't,” I promise, taking his cock in my hand and pumping it slowly. “I’m not a dainty little princess, remember?”
Aaron smiles and gets between my legs and lifts my hips until my asshole is exposed, trembling in the cool room air as he slides a pillow under me so I’m slightly off the bed. He squeezes a little bit of lube onto his fingers and rubs it into my asshole, and I moan. It feels good. “Oh, yes . . .”
His fingers slip inside again, and it's a lit
tle tight, but I stretch out as he pumps his fingers in and out slowly, until I'm pushing into his fingers, wanting more. “Aaron?”
“Yes?” he asks, his eyes hypnotized by the image of his fingers in my ass.
“I need your cock.”
Aaron's grin as he repositions himself tells me all I need to know. He squeezes more lube onto his cock, stroking himself until he's glistening in the light that plays in from the bathroom, and he positions himself at my ass, pausing. “Ready?”
“Been ready. Now . . .”
He nods and pushes in, the wide head of his cock stretching me painfully, but I love the pain, love the feeling of giving him this gift. When the head of his cock pops past my ring, we both pause, breathing deeply, letting our bodies adjust. Then with slow, small thrusts, he spreads me open, each time just a little deeper, and the pain disappears, washed away in the wonderful fullness of being this open for him.
The feeling of accomplishment that washes over me when I feel the tuft of Aaron's pubes crinkle against my ass makes me smile, and he leans down, kissing me. “You okay?”
“No,” I tease, stroking his face and kissing him lightly. “I'm not going to be okay until you make me your bitch.”
It feels good right now to be naughty, a little nasty, and Aaron growls in understanding. He pulls back and thrusts again, all the way, deep and fast, his hips slapping into mine, the sensation amazing. I groan deeply, gasping as he kisses me hard, thrusting his cock again and again into my tight ass, both of us moaning and grunting animal sounds at the sensations. Aaron's fingers find my nipples and pinch, making me cry out because it feels so good. He's just rough enough that I'm being ripped apart by the amazing feelings, lost in wave after wave of pleasure.
I feel Aaron swell in my ass, and I know he's close to coming, and I pull him closer, wrapping my legs around his hips and urging him in deeper, to fill my ass with his seed and completely make me his forever. “Yes. Oh, oh!”
I start to scream, but Aaron kisses me, swallowing my scream as he also lets out a groan, filling me as I’m pushed over the edge again, trembling and my heels drumming on his back as I'm rocked by the deepest, hardest orgasm I've ever felt in my life. The world goes gray, and I feel something give way under my fingers that are clawing at his back until I drop off, unable to feel anything other than the warm weight of his body on top of me, holding me warm and safe.
My vision returns, and I see Aaron staring into my eyes. “What is it?”
“Just can't believe how perfect today is,” he whispers.
“It's not over yet,” I promise him, kissing him gently. I go to caress his back, and he hisses, sitting back. “What happened?”
“I think you scratched me hard enough to break skin,” he says with a groaning laugh. “Didn't feel it until just now.”
“Come on then, let's go clean that up,” I reply. “And get washed up.”
Aaron climbs off the bed. When we reach the bathroom, I'm shocked at the four parallel scratches on his back, and I look at my right hand, slightly embarrassed while Aaron studies the scratches in the mirror. “Looks like I'm wearing a t-shirt tomorrow. I have no idea how we'd explain this to Lance.”
His little joke helps me feel better, and we get back in the shower, adjusting the spray to stay off Aaron's back as much as we can.
I relax in the warm spray, and I can’t help myself. I have to get out what I’m thinking. “Aaron . . . what if I leave the Army? My enlistment's up in about eight months or so.”
He pulls me tighter and kisses me. “I'll support whatever your decision is. I love you, and I love Lance. Army or no Army, I'm not letting go of you two.”
“You mean it?” I ask, and Aaron nods.
“Completely.”
I kiss him again, and I’m surprised when I feel Aaron's cock twitch between our bodies, ready for another round. I grin and reach down, fondling him as he starts to stiffen again. “One more time before bed?”
Aaron smiles and nods, lifting my left leg with his hand. “One more time.”
Chapter 19
Aaron
Friday morning, and I'm looking forward to the weekend. Sure, it's not a training holiday, but at least Captain Bradley has backed off my ass. In fact, for the past week, he's barely said anything to me outside of duty needs, which to be honest, I'm fine with. I'm allowed to train with my platoon, and everyone, including Nadar, with his screwed-up ankle for another two weeks, is going along well. Even Hardy, whose Article 15 is next week, is doing well, the stress of possibly being court-martialed off his back. He's still a little stir crazy, but he's doing okay with it.
“Hey, Sarge!” I call across the area, waving to Pillman. “Got a minute?”
“What's up, sir?” he asks, relaxing. We're not doing too much today. Mostly, the platoon's working on some maintenance tasks in our equipment, nothing too rough. Even Nadar is able to contribute, sitting down on a chair and running radio check, making sure their batteries and cases are sealed properly and that the scrambler codes are staying locked in after being programmed. After a hard training week, the platoon can use the light day, and nobody's complaining about being a little bored.
Pillman comes over close and salutes, which I return casually. “Relax, Sarge. I just wanted to know if you've heard anything about your new slot.”
“Actually, the word on the wire is that I might be getting an ROTC slot, University of Oklahoma or something like that,” he replies, shaking his head. “Going from the Regulators to riding herd on a bunch of wet behind the ears cadets. You know they're worse than privates, right?”
The little jab makes me laugh, and I nod. “Hey, you could have been assigned to my alma mater. Then you'd have a bunch of cooped up, socially incapable cadets to deal with instead.”
Pillman groans melodramatically, then laughs. “Well, my wife was happy when she heard that I'm coming off the deployment line for a while. Nothing official yet, of course, but with my daughter getting ready for high school, it'll be nice to be able to actually stay home and see her go through school for a few years.”
“I hope so,” I tell him, thinking of Lance. “You know, Sarge, they may be just a bunch of cadets, but they'll benefit having a damn good NCO teaching them. I know I learned a lot from you.”
“Just take it on to your next slot too, sir. And remember rule number one.”
“That your NCOs are always right?” I ask, and Pillman laughs. “Yeah, I remember you telling me that some time. But first, I have to—”
“Yo, Simpson!” the XO, Robbie Lisker, calls from across the quad. He's new to the company, and I haven't really gotten to know him too much. Just part of the rotation, really. He's going to be the core officer for the company when they rotate overseas next year. “CO wants to see you!”
“Thanks!” I call back, waving. It's nice to be able to talk without the constant rank issues, and Robbie is one of only four people in the company I can do that with, with the other platoon leaders being the other three. You get used to it, but it's nice to not have to deal with rank at least a little bit. “I'll be right there.”
I turn back to Pillman, who shakes his head. “Seems you've got work to do today, sir. I'll make sure everyone's squared away here.”
“Good deal. See you at end of day formation,” I tell him, tossing off a quick salute and walking quickly toward the company offices. Inside, I see Robbie and wave. “CO's free now?”
“Yeah,” Robbie says. “He's smiling, so take that for what it's worth.”
“Really? Thanks for the heads up.”
I knock on the CO's door, and he calls from inside. “Enter!”
“You wanted to see me, Captain?” I ask, coming in. It's perhaps the one and only way that I've publicly changed my behavior toward the CO. Before he chewed my ass and put me on shit details about Lindsey, I almost always called him 'sir.' Now, he's 'Captain,' fully acceptable within military customs and courtesies, but the fact is that I don't respect the man any longer. Not after that
bullshit.
“Sit down, Lieutenant. And close the door,” he says, pointing. I close his door and take a seat, crossing my right leg over my left and stretching out my hips a little bit. I've been on my feet for most of the day, and the ability to stretch a little helps. “I've got reassignment orders for you. Congratulations.”
I blink, stunned. “E–excuse me, Captain?”
He hands over the papers, and I read it silently before looking up at him, anger seeping into my voice. This is total bullshit. “You're transferring me.”
Captain Bradley nods, sitting back with a half-grin on his face. “I spoke with the battalion commander last week, and I told him that while it's a challenge, I think it'd be better for the company if you and SFC Pillman are able to transfer out at the same time. It'll give the Regulators a new Platoon Leader and Sergeant that work together flawlessly for the deployment.”
“But that's totally . . .” I start, then shut my mouth. It's not unheard of in the Army, but it's only done to units that have either an unfit platoon sergeant or platoon leader, usually an unfit officer. The theory is that if the platoon is fucked up, by bringing in two fresh faces, the amount of 'pollution' from the previous leadership is minimized. I've heard of it done, but I've never seen it. “You're fucking kidding me. Administrative transfer?”
“Not at all,” Captain Bradley says, a smirk on his face. “In fact, here's your evaluation report. I already submitted it to battalion. You're a one-block, top marks across the board. There's nothing in anything being done to in any way make it look like you're being administratively transferred.”
I take a look and see that the Captain's right. The OER says that I'm Top 10%, recommended for promotion in every category. The only remark that stands out to me is in the comments section. “Lieutenant Simpson shows great leadership skills, and he will be an asset to the Army with proper guidance on keeping his personal matters in check.”
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