Army of You & Me

by London, Billy

  “Now?”

  “Here,” he agreed gruffly.

  “Out here?” She thought they were just having a little kiss! Taking her issue public was not what she’d had in mind.

  “Right now. Right here. Yes, Madeline.” His roughened hands moved over her bare thighs and tugged at the edges of her panties. She had no idea what he’d make of her high-waisted vintage lingerie, but her mouth parted on a large ‘O’ shape when his thumbs brushed over the seams.

  “What?” he asked, sliding the damp material over her knees before propping her legs on either side of his waist. When his palms cupped her bare buttocks, she couldn’t complete rational thought. The delicacy, the tenderness with which he touched her only stoked her fire.

  “All right?” the mischief in his eyes made her grin. “Feel safe?”

  “Very,” she whispered, touching her mouth to his stubbled jaw, then buried her face in his neck. He smelled divine, and she wanted to bury her nose all over him. Quickly, she unbuttoned his shirt to the waist and ran her fingers through the blond hair that covered the span of his torso. Her nails caught his nipples, and he sat up with her still braced against his chest. A rip told her that her panties weren’t going to be of use anymore, and he pulled them over her shoes. Slowly, he unbuttoned the front of her cardigan. “You look far too prim and proper,” he murmured, pressing light kisses to her neck, each one sending a shudder of delight over her skin.

  “We’re on a bowling green.”

  “So? Probably the most action it’s seen since the club opened in god-awful sixty-nine,” he argued, tugging the buttons of her knit cardigan open, unsnapping her bra and lowering the material until her nipples sprang free. In the cool air, they tightened automatically. Under the intensity of Cain’s gaze, they turned rock hard. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Cain lowered them both to the grass once more. “Doesn’t that feel better?” he asked.

  Yes, yes, yes! she thought, her body tingling with pleasure. The sensation of her bare breasts rubbing against his muscle bound chest, her nipples grazing his hair, edged her to something she didn’t begin to understand. She had to kiss him. It was the only thing that made sense. Her fingers speared through his hair, and his mouth opened under her own. His tongue tangled with hers. She wanted more, to taste more, feel more.

  He groaned under her lips, the rumbling sound vibrating through her. Suddenly he gripped her buttocks once more.

  “Cain,” she mumbled. “What...”

  His hands moved beneath her and the sound of his belt unbuckling froze her. No. He wouldn’t. Not here. Seriously? She yelped as he lifted them both slightly from the cool grass and he shoved his trousers down. Something hot and very hard slapped against her thigh.

  “Touch me,” he insisted. She hesitated and he lifted her skirt to her waist, yanking the material into obedience. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the length of his sex. She felt its velvet-soft smoothness, the ridges of the head, and the moistness at the tip. The more she stroked it in her palm, the more she wanted to know just how it would feel inside her; whether it would change this feeling now. Cain’s breathing changed with each stroke. He sounded pained, short of breath. She let his sex slip from her hand, her confidence faltering with the realisation that there was hardly anything separating them from the main road and a police caution.

  With his hands in hers, he tugged her arms to either side of his head. “Keep them there,” he ordered. Carefully, he manoeuvred her until his sex aligned with her own. Panic set in immediately. Too soon, too soon!

  Cain kissed her, his hands smoothing over the length of her back, sliding his sex against her moistness with the same languidness.

  “Ooh,” she gasped. Oh, that was different. That was better. They slid smoothly against each other, the tip of his cock nudging at her clit at every stroke and yet not losing contact with her. Madeline’s breath was locked in her throat, seized by a building pressure within her. He controlled each stroke against her, using her buttocks to move her over his length. It was the oddest sensation. To feel the world had suddenly centred right between her thighs. All there was, was the two of them, him and her and an unbelievable feeling. Heat and tremors and indescribable reach pulling at every nerve inside her body.

  The tip of his cock nudged against her opening and slipped inside. The pressure snapped, her pussy squeezing him out. But he edged her back down and entered her again. Unable to hold back the scream that ripped through her as pleasure exploded all over her to the tips of her fingers, her throat burned with the sound. At the same time, he surged into her, every single inch of him. She scrabbled at the grass then at his chest as her orgasm continued to grip her. The trembling seemed never-ending. Her palms were on fire against his chest, and he groaned. Even though it felt incredibly strange, she felt incredibly right.

  “Sorry, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Cain heaved, pulling her tight to his chest. “That was not meant to happen.”

  “Why are you sorry?” she asked. “I’m fine. Better than fine.” He grinned, setting them up. “We can go home and you know...” Madeline gave a shy shrug. “Try again.”

  He slowly withdrew from her, his hand brushing against her over-sensitized flesh. She trembled all over again, wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed in contentment. That was definitely better than before. No fear. No pain. No worries. Just... Just damn.

  Cain leaned forward and adjusted her bra, rebuttoned her cardigan, and brushed grass and earth from her knees. “I bet I have grass stains on my back.”

  “That’s your own fault,” she said archly, getting to her feet to adjust her skirt into modesty. Cain stood and tugged his trousers into place and buttoned his own shirt.

  “Good as new. Not at all molested by my girlfriend mere moments ago.”

  “Am I?” she blurted. He sent her a look, and the smile that spread over her face felt goofy.

  “Of course you are, silly mare.”

  They walked back to Madeline’s house, with Madeline looking up at him every other minute in awe.

  “What?” Cain asked as she opened the door for them both. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “I don’t know.”

  He grinned in triumph. “You love me.”

  She slammed the door behind him. “I told you about that.”

  “After everything on the bowling green, Miss Double Figures?” he teased, shoving his hands into his pockets.

  Her mouth fell open. The actual audacity! “Doesn’t mean sod all.”

  “I don’t believe you,” he said softly. In two steps he backed her against a wall, trapping her between the doorway and the mantelpiece above her fireplace. He caught the waistband of her skirt and unbuttoned it from top to bottom. “You know, I’ve had so many people tell me to watch Mad Men for Joan. All arse in tight skirts. No need. I can just watch you all day long. You don’t have a clue just how fucking sexy you are.”

  Without a word he used those big, rough hands of his to massage the globes of her bottom. She wanted to grab them, force him to grip tighter, but that would be admitting defeat. Not when she wanted him to carry on with his self-proclaimed proof of love with his body. His thumbs traced over the slight dents where the material of her skirt had pressed against her skin, smoothing them away. “What am I doing?” he asked on her behalf. “Just looking after you. Like the man you love would.”

  His mouth was a whisper away from hers and she went on her tiptoes to meet his mouth for a kiss. Instead, he suddenly dropped to his knees and rubbed his mouth against her stomach. Oh, dear lord. His hands dipped to her thighs, long slow strokes on the inside skin, tantalisingly close to where she really needed him to be if she asked. All she’d had to do was ask. Admit defeat and ask him.

  “You look tense, sweetheart.” He grinned up at her. “Let me help you relax.”

  He buried his face between her legs, catching her clit with gentle teeth and sucking on the bundle of nerves. She screeched loud enough for her busybody neighbour next
door to bang on the corridor wall. He hooked her leg over his shoulder and carried on giving her long, slow—agonisingly slow—licks along her vulva. She was soaked from her own cream, the drag of his facial hair on her delicate skin enough to make her grip his hair and press him harder against her. Close, she thought, her head tilted back in joy, so close. He lifted his head and let her leg slide from his shoulder. Swiftly he turned her around and yanked her bottom towards him. He parted her cheeks and held her open to him for a moment.

  “Hey hey hey!” she demanded. “You’re not relaxing me!”

  He blew gently on her heated flesh; the cooler air sent a shudder over her that ran top to toe. “I’m not sensing that you want this.”

  “What?”

  His sigh again triggered tremors in her body. “I don’t know. Seems like you’d want this from a man you love. Not someone you don’t even like.”

  “You manipulative bastard,” she heaved.

  He dragged his bottom lip over her clit, lifting his chin to allow his stubble to massage her. “Not at all. Sex is always better with someone you love. And if you did…this would be nothing. You’d come so hard you’d wake up some time next week and not even care how many days you’ve missed.” He slowly rose to his feet, his body not even a scant millimetre from hers. Bracing his hands on her hips, he angled her against his erection. “If you did, you’d want me to fuck you right here. Slow at first. Until you tell me you can’t wait any more and then you can have whatever you want. You’d only need to say…”

  If he carried on rubbing against her just like that, rocking his hips against her uncovered pussy, she wouldn’t need to say a word. With those big hands of his, he lifted her away from the tempting bulge in his jeans. “No, Madeline. You’re not getting it that easily.”

  “Now I really don’t like you,” she fumed. Now she was so desperate for that release, her throat closed at the idea of letting those words loose once more.

  “Madeline.” His voice was almost lyrical.

  She gave a growl of disgust, more at herself than him. “Fine. I do.”

  “Do what?”

  Her eyes flickered open and she turned her head, reluctantly meeting his gaze. In his green-flecked eyes was such heat it took the breath from her lungs. Had anyone ever wanted her like that? “Love you,” she admitted. His mouth curled with satisfaction. “Now hurry up.”

  His fingers delved between her folds and lightly explored her. “Tell me properly.”

  “Ahh… I…” She arched into him, so tantalisingly close again. “I love you.”

  “That’s my girl.” The sound of him unbuckling his belt was now the sweetest she’d heard. No panic, just delicious expectation, knowing what was so close to becoming real.

  She heard the rustling of a condom wrapper before his swift and slick entry inside her. Oh, God that felt good. He held her still, pinned against the wall, her hips tight in his grasp. As soon as his full length was flush to the lips of her sex, he pressed his mouth to hers. In two deep strokes, she broke, bliss scattering over her skin.

  He wasn’t finished with her. Swiftly, he lifted her from his cock only to turn her around and press her back to the wall. She grasped the mantelpiece for something to hold onto, ground her, only for him to impale her with his length again. He kissed her again. Deep kisses, flavoured with her unique cream, which only served to heighten every sensation. The feel of him inside her. How hard his muscles felt under her thighs. The graze of hair against her clit with each punch of his hips. Just how strong he was and how well he used that to give her pleasure.

  She returned his kisses fiercely, tangling her tongue with his and wrapping her arms around his neck. He caught one leg with his hand and held it to the wall, opening her to him. His pace slowed, and he lifted his lips from hers to stare down at where they were joined. Pressing kisses to her neck and jaw, he pumped her with strong, deep thrusts that shook her whole body. Using his other hand to lightly circle her clit, he told her how good she felt, how it was better than he ever could have dreamed. Just as he’d promised, the orgasm that took her was intense, sending her body into seizures.

  Gripping his shoulders, she muttered, “I take it back. I still don’t like you.”

  Cain chuckled against the thundering pulse in her throat. “Okay, then.”

  ***

  “Just like that,” he whispered, watching her move above him. One twist flung across her face, moving every so often with puffs of air that escaped from her parted mouth. Sweat misted her naked skin. One bead trickled over her cleavage and down her stomach. He wanted to grab her hips, move her harder, grind her into him, shove his cock deeper, but his delightful Madeline had tied his arms above his head, secured to the wooden rails of her bed.

  It had only been a few days since they’d defiled the bowling green, and it was just like a reintroduction to sex. He thought he’d known how good it could be, but Madeline knew things he could never have dreamed of. It seemed their connection allowed her to show him just how sexual she was, far from innocent. The spur of orgasms, that would leave them both speechless for hours afterward, was enough for her to show him what she wanted. Hence, him tied to her bed with his own belt. A belt that had her teeth marks all over it.

  He’d do anything to please her, and being under her control, for her to kiss, touch, and lick him wherever she wanted, was what pleased her right now. The naughty look in her eyes when she removed his cock from his jeans only to suckle the organ within the heat of her mouth would never fail to send a rush of blood to his groin. He’d been unable to move for the last twenty minutes. Being tied up had its damn good points, but now, he’d had enough but Madeline didn’t seem ready to give up her newly acquired position.

  She leaned forward, framing his neck with her palms to kiss him, rolling her sweet breasts over his bare chest in tortuous circles.

  “Untie me now,” he ordered, raising his knees behind her generous bottom, sending his dick deeper into her pussy in a single motion.

  “Nope,” was her answer, before she rested back against his knees, moving herself up and down over his length. He was almost mesmerised by the sight of his cock, slick with her juices, delving inside her.

  “Untie me.”

  “What are you going to do?” she asked, tightening the straps of the belt around his wrists. Damn. He’d almost had one hand free, enough to catch her by the arm, pull her beneath him, and pound her into the mattress just like he wanted to do, like he was desperate to do. This was delicious punishment, but punishment nonetheless.

  “You have to let me loose sometime.”

  “Then what?”

  Good point. “Madeline!”

  She smiled, reaching down to kiss his biceps, leaving little bite marks on his skin. “I like when you ask me nicely.”

  “Madeline,” he murmured, lifting his head so he could meet her kiss. “This isn’t any fun.”

  She grazed her nails over the length of his torso. “Are you sure?” She stroked a finger over what little of his cock remained exposed, the rest of his length snugly buried inside her, and allowed him to lick her essence from her skin. “What would be more fun?”

  “Role reversal,” he grunted.

  “Done already,” she reminded him on a whisper. “Don’t you remember?”

  He could barely recall his name. What he wanted was for her to push down on him, let him thrust deeper into her, harder until they both came.

  “You had me bent over the stairs.” Her voice came out in breathy gasps, in time with her slow movements over his cock. “And you spread my ass and asked if anyone had fucked me there.”

  The memory sent him into a frenzy. Lifting his hips from the mattress, he thrust up into her in rapid movements. Her rosebud had looked so tight, he could have sworn no one had even slipped a finger inside. Then she’d promised him no one ever had, and he would be her first.

  “Fuck!” He groaned, his movements uncontrollable as he pumped them both to orgasm. She tightened around him as
she shrieked in delight. The irresistible grip of her pussy squeezed him over the edge. Body rigid, he drove deep into her, grunting his release at last.

  “You’re a dirty man.” Madeline laughed, flopping down beside him. “I may just leave you there.”

  “Woman!”

  Obligingly, she untied the belt, and the blood rushed back into his muscles. He sat up and circled his limbs until he felt normal. Kinky little... She grinned at him, blinking innocently and clearly forgetting she was naked and post coital, not balancing a halo.

  “What were you saying before?”

  “Me?” He blinked disconcertedly. “Was I even speaking English?”

  “Just saying that’s the second time I’ve reminded you about it... And you still haven’t.”

  Sweet Madeline Grace - sex addict. Who the hell would have guessed? “You’ve tortured me enough for the night. Once I’ve got the feeling back in my arms, I’ll happily fuck you anywhere you want.”

  She turned onto her side and slid her hand over his chest. “You’re such a fibber.”

  Chapter Ten

  When his orders for deployment came in, Madeline didn’t even seem shocked. It had been coming, the background to their fledgling relationship. Instead of the fit he expected, she instead disappeared to her bedroom (their bedroom in the last week) and handed him a box. “They’re letters. I’ve marked them in order. One for every day since you barged into my shop.”

  He didn’t know what to say. As he reached into the box to take a letter, she smacked his hand away.

  “They’re for later. Not now. Not when you’re still here. Okay?”

  “All right. Can I kiss you now or are you going to hit me?”

  A small smile rounded her cheeks, and she went on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Cain, I’m thinking we should...”

  “Nope,” he refused. “I’m not wasting our last night together being all maudlin. There’s a funfair on Brockwell Park. We’re going.”

  They ran around the fair like kids. Winning stuffed toys, eating candyfloss and, only because Madeline begged him, riding the carousel. By the time they were back in Dulwich, they were hyped with laughter and sugar and adrenaline that wasn’t sated by the hours they spent driving each other to orgasm over and over again. Madeline was half asleep when he collected his things to go, drive down to the barracks to report.