Her Invisible Soldier: A Military Romance with a Twist

by Grace Risata

  “I took one,” he admitted with a deep sigh. “The first one. Before you got here. I’m kind of worried that I might have side effects. Will you stay over tonight? You haven’t slept in my bed in far too long and I miss you. Before you came into my life, I hadn’t had a decent nights’ sleep in months. I need you cuddled up next to me.”

  “I think that can be arranged. What side effects are you worried about?”

  Did he think he was going to gain weight or something?

  “Side effects with my male anatomy.”

  “What?” I asked, erupting into laughter.

  Naturally, he didn’t appreciate my reaction.

  “Just forget I said anything,” he grumbled, getting up to taking our empty plates into the kitchen.

  Clearly this genuinely bothered him, but I knew just how to handle things. A brilliant plan was forming in my head; one that I’m certain would have Dixon’s full participation.

  Once he returned to the living room, I patted the couch next to me and indicated that he should sit down.

  “I realize you have some valid concerns about your body,” I said, using my best professional voice. “I would be willing to take part in an experiment to study the side effects.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Actually, we’re done speaking now, Mr. Wade. It’s time for action.”

  I again motioned for him to sit down, and he took the spot on the end of the couch. I crawled over and began to rub his crotch area. Since the man was only wearing a thin pair of pajama bottoms, it took roughly ten seconds before I noticed immediate results.

  “Very interesting,” I murmured, slowly walking my fingers up to his waistband and pulling it down ever so slightly. “No side effects so far.”

  “Alyce—”

  I instantly put a finger to his lips and demanded, “No. The time for talking is over. Keep your mouth closed and let me play. My game, my rules.”

  He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, and then leaned back against the couch to see what might come next.

  Running my hand up his shirt and drawing lazy circles on his tight abs, I took a moment to appreciate the damn fine body sitting next to me.

  “Here’s how this is going to work,” I explained. “You’re going to take off your shirt, close your eyes, and simply enjoy the moment.”

  Dixon ripped his shirt over his head, threw it somewhere behind him, and closed his eyes. I couldn’t help but notice the silly grin on his face.

  “I’m not sure if you remember our first encounter, but it involved you ordering me to suck your cock. I’m about to make your wildest wish come true. Prepare to be amazed at my glorious skills.”

  I wasn’t just talking nonsense to try and impress the guy. I did have some significant oral moves and I wasn’t afraid to use them. I practiced on vegetables in high school and soon discovered I had no gag reflex. Sometimes you’re not in the mood for full blown sex and it’s nice to have a different trick to fall back on.

  Continuing to massage Dixon over his pajamas, I took great care to apply just the right amount of pressure to bring him to life, yet not hurt him. After a few seconds of that, I lost my patience and tugged the bottoms right off to allow me better access to the main target.

  “I’m starving, Dixon. I have an insatiable hunger for your cock.”

  That would have to be it for the sexy talk, seeing as how I was about to fill my mouth with his thickness. Dixon’s manhood was wider than your average guy, so I figured it would be best to get it good and ready before I took it all in.

  Sticking out my tongue, I casually licked circles around his tip and eventually progressed lower until ending at the base. I fondled his balls and took each of them in my mouth, one at a time, intent on giving him the full experience.

  “You taste so fucking delicious,” I murmured as I came up for air, trying as hard as possible to sound convincing. Of course that was a bit of a lie. It’s a cock, not an ice cream sundae. It tastes salty and sweaty. But guys like their ego stroked, so why not?

  I moved back up to his shaft and kept licking and sucking, still fondling his balls and applying a little bit of pressure.

  With an eagerness that was actually genuine, I slowly took his entire length into my mouth and began to suck on it from the base to the tip. I bobbed my head like a buoy floating in the ocean, mindful to start slow and work my way to a steady rhythm.

  It wasn’t long before Dixon ran his fingers through my hair and started to move my head while I sucked him off. I immediately smacked his hand and pulled away.

  “Nope,” I advised breathlessly. “Put your hands behind your head.”

  He complied, but not without pouting.

  “I want to feel your silky hair while I watch those sexy lips deep throat my cock,” he begged.

  “I can’t concentrate when you’re pawing at my face. Do as you’re told.”

  “Fine, but don’t stop.”

  I got back to work, this time using one hand to wrap around the base of his cock while my mouth resumed the perfect tempo that might bring him to the brink of a climax.

  While sucking up and down, I also ran my tongue in circles on the underside of his velvety skin, eliciting a deep moan from the enthusiastic man.

  I followed my instincts and focused solely on the way his erection seemed to stiffen as I sucked, speeding up to a frantic pace when his whole body began to tremble. Taking him as deeply as he would go, I greedily feasted upon the man until he cursed and exploded into my mouth. As warm fluid began to pour down my throat, I kept going, coaxing every last drop, taking all he had to give.

  With one last sweep of my tongue over his tip, I swallowed the last of Dixon’s cum and beamed triumphantly as he collapsed against the couch, fully spent.

  “That is how it’s done. Was it worth the wait?”

  “Alyce,” he whispered hoarsely. “You’re not human. I’ve never…it’s never felt like that…fuck. You might possibly be the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

  “Thanks, but that was just the tip of the iceberg. I’m saving all the really mind-blowing tricks for another day. I figured you could use something to look forward to.”

  Obviously I was just messing with him, but the look of shock on his face was absolutely priceless.

  I went to the bathroom to rinse with some mouthwash and gave myself a congratulatory pep talk on my oral sex skills. Although I hadn’t busted out those moves in quite a while, it was good to know they were still there. I guess it’s like riding a bike…some things were never forgotten.

  When I finished cleaning up, I opened the door to find Dixon waiting in the hallway with a bottle of water. He handed it over while yawning, barely able to keep his eyes open.

  “So it’s like that, is it?” I teased. “You got what you wanted and now you’re going to fall asleep?”

  “Absolutely not. I can return the favor, sweet cheeks. Just because I can’t give you a spectacular climax tonight due to your flow, doesn’t mean you’ll go away empty handed.”

  Dixon picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, eventually depositing me on a soft pile of blankets.

  “Lay down, shirt off,” he commanded. “I’m giving you a massage.”

  Ooh. That sounds like a solid plan to me!

  I whipped off my bra and tank top, settling into place right in the middle of Dixon’s bed. After the day of stress I had yesterday, this was going to feel magnificent.

  He climbed up next to me and straddled my back, being careful not to put too much weight on me.

  “Don’t be too gentle,” I demanded. “I can use a deep tissue massage. Do your worst.”

  He grunted in acknowledgement and began to work me over like a professional. Using both hands, he kneaded my muscles until they turned to putty, rubbing all the right places. Some strokes were light, some went deeper, and some just felt erotic. If it wasn’t the wrong time of the month, my clothes would be all the way off by now.

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��Talk to me while you work,” I suggested. “Tell me where you learned to cowboy dance like that.”

  “It’s called line-dancing,” he advised with a throaty laugh. Fuck. Even his baritone voice sounded sexy. Best massage ever.

  “Keep talking. I’m going to close my eyes and pretend you’re a phone sex operator.”

  “Whatever makes you happy, sweet cheeks.”

  “You make me happy,” I sighed. “Now answer the damn question about your line dancing expertise.”

  “It’s nothing too exciting. Back when I was in high school, one of my buddies had a thing for some girl that was way out of his league. His brilliant idea to win her over involved some dumbass talent show. Somehow he convinced half the football team to learn this fucking dance because it was a foolproof way to get her attention.”

  “What happened?” I asked, enjoying every second of this massage. He thumbs did something magical to my shoulder blades and I moaned in total bliss.

  “If you keep making little noises like that, I’m going to be ready for round two.”

  “I can’t help it. You’re perfection. What happened with the talent show?”

  “My friend didn’t account for the fact that nine other guys were up on stage with him. Unfortunately his crush ended up going home with one of the defensive ends and broke his heart. Women are vicious.”

  “I know they are. But not me. I’m a nice girl. I would never hurt a man. I’ve seen firsthand how it can ruin a lot of lives when a man marries the wrong woman.”

  “Yeah?”

  I murmured some noise of agreement before asking him to focus more on my neck. Dixon’s magic hands went to work and immediately loosened my muscles.

  “Are you referring to your mom?” he asked, guessing correctly.

  And just like that everything stiffened up as though he’d never even rubbed me at all. I contemplated moving off the bed, but I didn’t. Hopefully he’d change the subject.

  “Alyce, you’ve gone completely tight again. If we’re going to be together, then you need to learn to trust me. Open up a little and share some secrets. Tell me about her. It doesn’t have to be all at once. Just bits and pieces here and there. I want to get to know everything about you.”

  He continued to manipulate every muscle in my lower back, and I felt all my willpower vanish completely. I was literally and figuratively putty in his hands.

  “I don’t like to talk about it because it’s not a happy subject, Dixon. My parents were dysfunctional together. They’re both gone. The end.”

  “How did they meet?” he prodded in an effort to keep me talking.

  “My dad was nineteen when he met my mom. She was a foreign exchange student staying at his neighbor’s house for the school year. I never met my mother’s family, but I’m told that they were very wealthy back in Japan. Her dad was a businessman for some important company. She liked to brag about how fucking great it was over there and how crappy it was in Michigan.”

  “Then why didn’t she go back?” he asked.

  “Because my dad knocked her up. She was only seventeen and brought immense shame to her family. They disowned her immediately once she confessed.”

  “That’s horrible.”

  “It is what it is,” I said, not really feeling one ounce of pity for the woman. “My grandparents took her in and welcomed her with open arms. I think my grandma was hoping to get the daughter that she never had, but it didn’t work that way at all. Things were pretty rocky in the beginning.”

  “I’ll bet they were.”

  Dixon continued to squeeze my shoulders and work my lower back while I blabbed about my parents and their failures at life.

  “My dad loved my mom and I think part of him was relieved that she had a reason to stay in America, marry him, and get her citizenship. He was ready to be a husband, but not a father. They didn’t have much money and nothing was good enough for his new wife. Instead of trying to make the best of a difficult situation, she did nothing but complain and look down on the people that took her in.”

  “You sound biased against her.”

  “I’m basing my opinions off of what I saw, what she told me, and the details that my grandma gave me once I was old enough to understand and ask questions.”

  He wasn’t there. He didn’t know what I saw on a daily basis.

  “The best paying job my dad could find involved working as an over the road truck driver. I guess he wasn’t the brightest man in the world, but he was good at what he did. Unfortunately, his wife didn’t give a shit. She wanted a man with status, money, and a title.”

  “What happened?”

  “My mother decided that she wasn’t happy with her life, got a job at a department store, spent all her money on clothes, and didn’t take care of her daughter. If it wasn’t for my grandparents watching me every day, and some nights when neither parent showed up to get me, then I don’t know where I’d be.”

  “I’m glad they were there for you,” he whispered, no doubt appalled at my childhood.

  “Me too. So my dad pretty much worked all the time and was gone a lot. My mom grew bored living in a tiny apartment a world away from everyone she knew. Instead of throwing herself into being a decent parent, she grew more and more bitter with every passing day. I was only six when she left for good. No one picked me up from school, so I went into the office and they called my grandma.”

  Why the fuck was I telling him this? Maybe if I got it over with, he’d realize how awful it was and never ask again.

  “Grandma took me home to pack an overnight bag with some clothes, and she found the apartment emptied out. Every last piece of furniture had been sold, all my toys were gone, and there wasn’t a single thing left in the entire place. One of the neighbors was surprised to see me standing there, and explained that my mother had told the lady we were all moving and needed to get rid of everything. The bitch had an epic rummage sale and took pennies on the dollar for our stuff.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Dixon asked in disbelief.

  “I wish I was,” I replied with disgust. “My grandma called my dad, told him what happened, and he simply said that he wasn’t surprised. I guess they’d been fighting for awhile and she’d threatened to leave before, but he didn’t think she had anywhere to go. He never even asked if I was alright.”

  Dixon growled in outrage on my behalf.

  “My grandparents were out of their minds with worry, concerned that she’d try to get custody of me. That never happened. Some lawyer served my dad with divorce papers that included her signing off on all parental rights if she didn’t have to pay any child support. It was like she wanted to pretend that we never existed at all.”

  “What did he do?”

  “I later found out that my grandparents threatened to go after him if he didn’t sign the papers and get rid of her for good. But they weren’t done yet. After taking out a second mortgage on their home, they hired their own lawyer and somehow got custody of me.”

  My voice broke as I confessed that last part. I couldn’t imagine two more kind and loving people than my grandparents. Maybe they were trying to make amends because their son was such a fuck up. Maybe they knew things could get messy down the road if my parents ever decided to use me as a pawn in some dysfunctional tug of war. I have no clue. I’m just grateful that someone finally fought for me.

  “There you have the whole dramatic story in a nutshell. My mom was a rich Japanese pampered snob who looked down on the American family that would have loved her unconditionally. My dad was a self-centered asshole who never even remembered my birthday half the time. Together they were toxic. Had it not been for my grandparents, I’d probably be a drug addicted piece of shit who went from guy to guy looking for the affection I never got as a kid. My name is Alyce, nice to meet you!”

  I buried my face in Dixon’s pillow, thankful that I wasn’t looking at him. I didn’t want the man to see my shame.

  “You’re an amazing woman, Alyce. Whether you believ
e that or not, it’s one hundred percent true,” he insisted, softly stroking my back. “You should be proud of the way you overcame a rocky start in life to be the confident girl who kicks ass and fights for everything she has.”

  “What do I have?” I asked with a laugh. “I’m an unemployed loser with a crappy apartment, a bad attitude, and the disgusting aftertaste of cum in my mouth.”

  Dixon erupted into laughter and snuggled up next to me in bed.

  “Don’t forget that you also have a boyfriend who can’t take you to the movies because he’s fucked in the head, you’re banned from every charity in town, and you’re not good at line-dancing.”

  Ooh. Wait a minute, now. Let’s back things up. I have a boyfriend?

  “Did you say the ‘b’ word? Are you getting all soft on me, Dixon Wade? Next thing you know, we’ll be holding hands and sharing ice cream cones. If you start calling me ‘babe’ and try to finish my sentences, then I’m going to kick you in the balls. Consider yourself warned.”

  “I’ve seen you throw a hell of a punch, sweet cheeks. No way am I about to get on your bad side,” he assured me, wrapping his arms around me and getting comfortable.

  Once we were securely spooning and about to drift off to sleep, I realized that I was missing some valuable information.

  “Hey. You’re cheating me.”

  “What?” he mumbled, moments away from dreamland.

  “I told you the whole story of my entire family…but I don’t know one single thing about yours. Do you have siblings? Where do your parents live? You’ve never said a word about them.”

  “There’s a reason for that, Alyce. I don’t get along with them at all. We have entirely different values and they make me sick. I know it’s not fair that you opened up to me and I’m not doing the same thing…but I can’t. Please. Not yet, okay? I feel more comfortable with you than with anyone else on Earth. Just give me some time.”

  “I can do that,” I whispered. I have to admit that he had come a long way in the short time we’ve known each other. From telling me to ‘fuck off’ at every opportunity and spitting on my food…to calling himself my boyfriend and insisting that we sleep in each other’s arms…yeah, I’ve got game, baby!