He’s going to pounce me the first chance he gets, as soon as he knows I can’t get away, as soon as it’s socially acceptable. If I play coy he’ll take me fast and hard. The thought made her tremble and left a fluttering in her stomach. Or I can take control this time, I can claim him the way he’s claimed me. I want him, so why not just take him? He liked the idea.
She was still mulling it over as he led her to their room, one hand light on the small of her back. He let them into the room. It was small but clean with a nice picture above the bed and a window looking out over a small park. Behind her he shut the door and threw the lock. She wandered to the window, staring out at the gravel paths cutting across the grass.
He stalked her across the room, his arms closing around her. When she shrugged him off he actually snarled at her.
She finished closing the curtains then turned and put a hand on his chest. “Take your clothes off,” she said.
He tried to pull her in to a kiss but she held herself back.
“Take your clothes off and get into bed.”
A slow smile spread across his face and he shed his clothes with ease. For a second she considered stripping her clothes off with teasing slowness but she wanted to stay in control and tormenting him like that might just backfire. She tossed her clothes aside and crawled into bed with him. She slid down the length of his hard, lean body and paused to bite his hip.
She bent over him, her hair falling in her face, and took his cock in her hand. She licked the tip and then licked all the way around the head. Christopher leaned back against the pillows and groaned. “Jenn, you don’t have to do this.”
“Shut up,” she muttered. “I’m busy right now.” And then she opened her mouth wide and took half his cock into her mouth. She closed her lips tight around him and sucked. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and his head went back so fast it hit the head board.
She began moving her head up and down his cock. She was going for fast and hard today. There would be lots of time for playing and teasing and gentle passions. Today she bordered on aggressive. She wanted him, wanted to please him, wanted the confidence that came with being the one who could send him over that edge.
Christopher wasn’t sure what to think about Jenn’s sudden streak of dominance. And before he could form any thoughts on the matter he wasn’t able to think clearly at all. He’d had blow jobs before, he’d had really, really good blow jobs before, but there was something different about this one. Maybe it was the way she dug her fingers into his hips so he couldn’t go anywhere, not that he’d even consider trying to cut this short. Maybe it was the desperate and sexy noises she was making on his cock. Or maybe it was the fact that she was his, completely.
She didn’t fear him or his temper or his passion. She wasn’t afraid of work. She let him dominate her and apparently wasn’t afraid of putting him in his place and taking what she wanted from him, when the mood suited her. Maybe it was because he loved her.
That thought, the first really coherent, clear thought he’d had since she’d started fucking him with her hot, wet mouth, was almost enough to have him dragging her off his cock so he could kiss her.
But she’s mine. I can kiss her any time. So let her play. Let her have her fun. Let her be in control this time. And any time she wants to be.
And then Jenn ran her tongue along the length of his cock, while it was in her mouth, and he stopped thinking again. She used her lips and tongue to make her mouth tighter around his cock and began mimicking what he had done the first time he fucked her, pulling away until she was almost off his cock and then taking him deep into her mouth, then off again slowly, then down, sucking as she went.
He was groaning again and then he was saying her name over and over again, punctuated by the occasional, “oh god,” or “oh yes” or “fuck”. His fingers were still tangled in her hair but he wasn’t using it to control her at all. She pulled away and then started sliding her mouth down her cock, further than she had before, more and more until he filled her mouth completely, and still she kept on going.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Shit, shit …”
She opened her mouth wider and took him all the way in. His cock brushed the back of her throat, making it hard for her to breathe. She swallowed and gagged and his grip on her hair tightened.
“Shit, I’m cumming I’m cum – oh!”
It was hot against the inside of her mouth and throat and she jerked back enough that she wouldn’t choke. She swallowed and kept on swallowing until he was done. When she finally sat back there were tears streaming down her face and she was gasping.
“Shit, are you okay?”
She laughed, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hands. “I’m fine. Better than fine.”
He dragged her up into his arms and squeezed her. “Yeah, it was amazing, and so are you.” He kissed her deeply. “But what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you want me to go down on you?”
I want a shower, and maybe some lunch.” She kissed him on the lips and then on the cheek. “You’re mine, Christopher. I’ve got all the time in the world to get fucked by you.”
He rolled her over, pinning her to the bed, her squeak of surprise exciting him. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight Jennifer, I’m going to make love to you.”
She smiled up at him. “Sounds like a deal.”
TAKEN BY THE MARINE 1
Jane was worried about Kyle. He kept telling her not to worry, that everything would be alright, but they both knew that there really wasn’t any way for him to know if everything would be okay or not. That was just something people said to each other when they knew things could get bad but didn’t want worry warts stressing out. Kyle was a platoon leader in Charlie Company. From what little Jane understood of his job Kyle was what many people referred to as a “door kicker.” She’d never asked him if he’d ever kicked any doors in, but figured that it wasn’t something that was completely foreign to him. Jane didn’t really know that much about Kyle’s job, though. He never really went into it with her. He said there wasn’t much to talk about.
Kyle was in the National Guard so he was around most of the time. But even though the guard commercials on television told people that the gig was one weekend a month, two weeks out of the year, it seemed like Kyle was gone much more than that. There was the way that every summer Annual Training event that took place was always over two weeks long. In fact, the last Annual Training event that happened over the summer Kyle had gone to another country overseas to train with their special forces—he’d missed a whole month at home. That was hard on Jane. She wanted to have kids but how were they supposed to raise kids if Kyle was always in a constant flux between home and away, and always stressed out.
As Jane looked down into her cup of tea she wondered how much longer she’d have to wait until Kyle came home from his weekend with the Guard. Sometimes he came home very late and then had to turn around and get up in the morning to head off to work—it was like the Guard didn’t care at all if they made it hard for him at home during his personal time. Right now it was almost eight in the PM, and she wasn’t sure why he wasn’t answering her texts. Sometimes he wouldn’t and he’d surprise her with his headlights. She’d asked why he wouldn’t return her texts sometimes and he’d told her it was because when he left the drill center he turned his phone off if the command was copping an attitude about something. It almost always seemed like command was copping an attitude about something. If it wasn’t how they wanted every soldier “ready to deploy at a moment’s notice” then it was because someone happened to get a DUI during the off time and command was responding by playing a game where they would let the soldiers leave, only to call them right back to the drill center.
As Jane stared down into her cup of Earl Gray tea she wondered if Kyle would ever get over it. He hadn’t deployed yet, though, and by the way he talked he wanted to. So she would have to wait for that to happen to really have her husba
nd all to herself. It made Jane bitter sometimes to think about all the time that Kyle spent away from her. It just didn’t make sense. They were such a good looking couple together: Kyle with his broad shoulders, blue eyes, short blonde hair and stunning smile; Jane with her hourglass figure, silky black hair, and porcelain complexion. When they stood together for photos people always complimented them and told them how good they looked together, as if they were made for each other. It was something that she always liked to hear, that they were made for each other. Because it was something she really did think was true. The bond that they shared wasn’t like the bond that other people shared. Other couples, even the couples that were close, didn’t seem to be like she and Kyle were.
As the minutes ticked by she thought about how one time for Christmas, when they had both been very poor and just out of college, they’d needed money to get each other gifts. They had both stressed about this so much in the past that neither had wanted to bring it up to the other for fear of starting some kind of cascade of emotions; being broke is never fun, and sometimes when the reality of how broke one is crashes in it can leave people in tears. So they’d both tried to think of ways to raise money in a hurry. The only thing that Jane could think to do was give blood, but that wasn’t a quick way by any means. When she brought it up to a friend, the friend suggested that Jane cut off her hair and sell it. At first Jane was shocked. At the time she’d had hair down her back all the way to her rear end, and she’d never, ever even considered cutting it off to sell it. It just didn’t seem like money could make up for her lost locks. In the end, though, she’d broken down and had her hair cut off. She’d made the arrangements so the cutting happened right before Christmas, when she and Kyle had said they would exchange gifts.
When Kyle had seen her he’d been shocked into silence, and at first Jane thought it was just about her appearance, but then she realized it was something else much deeper. She looked Kyle up and down, he looked dapper as usual, but there was one thing missing. Usually Kyle, during special occasions, would wear his grandfather’s antique pocket watch. But not today. Today there was no pocket watch chain hanging neatly out of the front pocket of his shirt. Kyle didn’t say anything, though. He simply offered up his gift.
Jane had tried to think about what could possibly be in the gift box he was handing her. She tried to think about what in the world he would have bought her, and tried not to let thoughts creep in about how he’d come up with the money. Surely he hadn’t sold the watch! If he had, it would ruin her gift—a receipt to be exchanged for the polishing and buffing of the watch. Her hands trembled as she opened up the gift box to find a very expensive ivory comb.
“Oh my God, Kyle,” she’d sobbed, not being able to stop herself from crying. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you!”
As she stirred her tea now it was one of those moments that seemed to hang suspended in her memory forever, like a still photograph of a time nearly forgotten, but somehow glazed onto the halls of her memory forever. She wondered if Kyle remembered. Well, of course he did. But she wondered what he thought about it now, and how he felt about the relationship after the years they’d been together. She wasn’t so sure she was really happy anymore, and instead wondered if it was enough to just be hopeful for the future. That seemed like all she could muster on the given day, and in all honesty that was all she really needed. Or so she’d thought. But now doubts were weighing on her, calling for her to examine the situation.
What if something bad happened to Kyle during training? Or what if he got deployed?
Jane wasn’t sure what she would do if either of those things happened, and both of them were a very real possibility for her husband. All she wanted was for the both of them to be happy, and she didn’t think that the want for happiness necessarily excluded Kyle’s military service, but it did certainly exclude him being maimed or killed. But how was she to bring up such things to him? It was so hard to talk to him about how she felt deep down sometimes. The Guard was such a part of his life that she thought that it was hard for him to see around it, as the saying went. But that’s exactly what he needed to do—take a step back and really evaluate the situation based off of cold hard facts and reasoning, and not the pursuit of an idea.
What was the idea? That was something that she tried to suss out herself during times like this. After months and months of thinking about the nearest she could come to nailing down the idea that Kyle was chasing came to this: That his Nation needed him more than anything else, and that his sacrifices wouldn’t be in vain. But with so much going on overseas that was completely and totally negative it was hard to look at a deployment as a sacrifice that mattered. What would his Company do if he went over, fight ISIS? Would they even know who they were fighting? Jane knew veterans who had gone to Iraq that now said it was a complete waste of their time. Would Kyle go over and come back bitter and disenfranchised from the system like they had become?
As Jane thought about these things, staring down into her tea, the headlights of Kyle’s truck flashed her in the eyes as he pulled into the driveway. So he had been ignoring her texts again. But what was the deal this time? Had the Company’s higher ups decided to be assholes again and play stupid games to the point where even the platoon leadership had to shut off their cell phones to keep some semblance of sanity.
Jane listened to the door of his truck slam, then the sound of his boots on the pavement as he walked up to the door. She didn’t know if she was angry at him or not. She always felt this way when he would ignore her texts, even though she knew that there were reasons behind him ignoring her, that he really wasn’t ignoring her as much as he was just being silent in himself. And she also knew how selfish of her it was to wish that he only thought of her, especially when so many young men depended on his leadership. And especially when Kyle didn’t have anyone else to depend on. Because Jane knew deep down that while she was a good wife she didn’t really understand what he was going through and also didn’t understand what it was like to be in the military. She liked to think that she wasn’t a self centered person, but if that were really true she would be more upset at the Company and less upset at Kyle. Of course she had every right to be upset, but directing it at her husband made no sense.
“Hey good looking,” Kyle said as he stepped through the door, letting in a cold blast of air. “How are you doing tonight?”
She sat looking down at her tea for a second before she glanced up at him.
“I’m all right,” she said. And then, because she just couldn’t help herself, “Why didn’t you answer my texts?”
Kyle just shook his head and didn’t answer, instead making his way over to the sink to pour himself a glass of water.
“I’ve got bad news, babe,” Kyle said.
He leaned back against the counter top by the sink, then hopped up onto it so he was sitting on the very edge, the tips of the toes of his boots tracing small circles on the tile floor.
Jane’s heart sank. She knew before he said anything that he was going to tell her that he was being deployed. She knew that she was going to have to make a huge sacrifice with Kyle, that they were both going to suffer while he was overseas. But she also knew that of the two of them only one of them was putting their life on the line, and that only one of them had been driven to sign on the dotted line of a military contract and serve their Nation. She knew that meant something, and said something about herself as well. But she also knew that not everyone was cut out for military. This just wasn’t what she wanted, though. She didn’t want to lose Kyle for any amount of time, much less a long amount of time—much less maybe forever.
“We’re deploying,” Kyle continued. “We’re headed to Iraq, and Syria, and hell, who else knows where. And we’re going to sort out ISIS, and the rest of the people over there who think it’s appropriate to light people on fire and cut peoples’ heads off. It’s time that this nation returned to fix the mess it made, and I’m proud to be going over. I know this is pr
obably really hard to hear, and maybe even hard to understand, but it’s time. I’m not willing to pass this mess on to the next generation, and neither are any of my guys, or any of command. Not that any of us have a real choice in the matter, but you know what I mean.”
Kyle took a long drink of water while Jane looked at him.
Jane wasn’t sure what to say. It wasn’t a joke, although she desperately wanted him to tell her that it was. She didn’t want to have to go without Kyle for any amount of time, much less an extended amount of time. And what if he was hurt? Or what if he came back with demons in his head from what head seen?
“When are you leaving?” Jane asked, her voice husky as she tried not to cry. “And how long have you known?”
“Not long,” he said. “They were telling us that we might go the last few months but they always say shit like that. They’re always going on about how we might go now, or how we might go tomorrow. I guess someone way up the chain finally decided it was our time to hit the sands. I’m glad, in a way, because there was no way that we weren’t going to get deployed, but they kept dragging their feet on it.”
Kyle took a drink of his water.
“Now we know,” he said. “And we’re leaving at the end of the month. It’s not much time at all, but considering we’re being guaranteed that our tour would only be a total of twelve months, unlike how many Guard units are optioned out to spend fifteen to twenty months in the sands.”
Jane’s mind spun. What if that happened to Kyle? What if they kept him over there longer then they were supposed to? Could they do that? Probably, because the government could do whatever they wanted to you once you signed on the dotted line, as Kyle liked to say. She hoped that this wouldn’t be the case for Kyle. She knew that no matter how gung ho he was that inside he wanted to be with her, and maybe even start a family with her.
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