HOSTILE: A Military Romance Novel (Military Men Book 1)

by Haven, Leila

  “I need to confess something,” Watson said suddenly as he sharply inhaled.

  I didn’t let him go, making sure I kept his package in my hands as I innocently looked up again. “By all means, confess.”

  “I’ve been in Afghanistan for a while.”

  “And?”

  “I haven’t been home between tours.”

  “So?”

  He rolled his eyes, like there was something I should have understood between the lines. “I work with men.”

  Finally, awareness dawned, and I involuntarily laughed. “Oh. You mean you haven’t had sex in a while? That’s okay, I haven’t either. I work, a lot. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “That wasn’t why I was telling you.” He purposefully looked between me and my hands, still cupping his bulge. Apparently I wasn’t getting that either. He decided on the more direct approach. “I’m going to come inside you after fucking you senseless tonight. If you keep doing that with your hands, you’re going to miss out on that pleasure. I don’t think you want to do that.”

  “Oh, right.” I let go, noticing the wet stain of precum that had already seeped onto his underwear. He really was starved for some hot sex. I could probably have gotten him to come just by massaging him a little.

  “Stand up,” he ordered, using the same military-style voice I’d seen him use on his platoon.

  I wanted to defy him, but it was also kind of really sexy just doing what he said. I stood, letting him be my corporal for the night. Even if his pants were undone and his erection was on display through the thin fabric of his underpants.

  “Take off my clothes,” he said.

  He had a lot of clothes on. Over his uniform were his armor – flap jackets of Kevlar and his utility belt. He had been wearing a helmet too, but that was the first to come off when we’d arrived in the town. His sweaty brown hair was still matted to his head.

  I saluted him and started on the belt first, making my way around his body while he stood and watched. He didn’t help at all, waiting until I figured it all out and unclothed him piece by piece.

  His chiseled body slowly revealed itself to me. First was his chest, just as muscled as I’d expected it would be. His abs were sculptured, so much so I couldn’t resist running my finger along the lines and making him shudder. I wanted to lick those ridges and couldn’t wait until I got the opportunity to.

  His pants slid down his thick legs, muscled to perfection in all the right ways. Watson’s body was one of someone that spent hours in training, both in the gym and out in the real world. He ran, lifted weights, and no doubt did obstacle courses until he could do them in his sleep.

  He was buff, toned, and able to do with me whatever he liked. I was ready to let him, too, give myself over to him and trust that he would only bring me pleasure and nothing more.

  Watson’s underpants were the final thing to come off. I stood in front of him and gave him a moment to wait, hoping the anticipation would make it sweeter. His bulge had grown while I’d taken my time undressing him. Initially I’d wanted to tear his clothes off him but building the desire slowly drew it out so it burned hotter.

  “What’s your name?” I asked, the thought suddenly occurring to me that I didn’t know what it was. Even though I was far from home, I wasn’t prepared to fuck a man without knowing his first name.

  “Corporal Watson,” he gruffly replied.

  “Come on, you aren’t even going to tell me your name?”

  I tugged on the edges of his underpants, giving him some incentive to divulge the information I desired. It wasn’t like I was asking for his deepest or dirtiest secrets. Just a name, that was all.

  I chewed my lip chewed as I toyed with the elastic of his waistband. His eyes were devouring me; he was just seconds away from breaking.

  I flicked the band, and he flinched. “God, woman, it’s Derrick. My name is Derrick. Just take my fucking pants off and get my dick out before I explode.”

  “Now was that so difficult?” I asked as I whipped his pants off. He didn’t get a chance to answer before I grabbed his cock with both my hands. I needed to feel the silky skin with my own fingertips, caress the sensitive nerves and make him shudder from my touch.

  He had every right to be proud of his manhood. His cock was easily the largest I’d seen. He didn’t even compare with the few porn movies I’d watched with my college roommates for a laugh. He was large, and I bet he knew exactly how to use it too.

  Derrick placed his hands around mine and removed them, holding them up in the air and stepping closer to me. His lips started on my neck, taking his time to kiss every piece of me. Even in the heat of the desert, with my skin covered in dried sweat, he managed to cover me with goose bumps.

  The little pimples dotted my skin, making me shiver with the way he kissed me in all the right places. The whiskers from his beard stubble tickled, combining with the nerves and making me giggle in the moonlight.

  Derrick turned me around and pulled my back against his naked chest. As I looked up, all I could see was the stars twinkling in the crystal-clear night sky outside. Directly above us was a roof, but it only covered half the room. The rest was exposed to the beautiful night.

  He continued to cover my neck with kisses, his hot lips pressing onto my skin and making my belly shudder with desire. A fire was growing deep below, yearning for the man to touch me in the most intimate of places.

  Derrick’s hands started to wander. They grabbed at my boobs through my loose blouse, squeezing and kneading at my breasts and almost bringing me to my knees. I leaned back onto him, all the breath knocked from my lungs.

  “You’ve got awesome tits, babe,” Derrick growled in my ear. “I can’t wait to suck on them.”

  He started to undo the buttons on my blouse, working his way downwards while nuzzling at my neck. My hands felt backwards until they reached his hips, holding on to him there so I didn’t crumble to the floor. He was sturdy and strong under my grip, able to hold me up no matter how shaky my legs were.

  The final button popped free and he worked the blouse down my shoulders. He kissed my skin the entire way, making sure no part of me went without his attention. We had all night to explore one another’s body and it seemed like we were going to use every one of those minutes.

  Derrick stepped around me, his gorgeously sexy naked body taking me by surprise every time I caught a glimpse of it. I didn’t want to openly stare but I couldn’t help it. A body that looked like that deserved to be openly gaped at. It was a crime not to stare.

  And Derrick enjoyed it. He was a peacock, strutting around and on show for me, his proud cock erect and waiting for some action. I couldn’t wait to give him some of that action. I wanted that cock nestled between my legs, thrusting as hard as possible.

  His body was suddenly on mine, pressed up against me with his lips crushed against my lips. I opened my mouth to him, his tongue plunging in and owning me. He robbed me of my breath, kissing me so deeply it was like our bodies were merging into one.

  His strong arms wrapped around me, finding their way down my back and undoing the clasp of my bra. It fell away as he released his grip just enough so it could do just that. His heated palm cupped my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers until my pussy throbbed so hard that I whimpered with need.

  My lips were released, only for my nipple to surrender to his mouth. He sucked on my boob, his tongue swirling around my nipple and sending lightning bolts shooting out in myriad of directions. Every part of my body felt alive and awakened. All the fear I had felt consumed with the entire day was melting away. If this was my last night on earth, I was going to leave it satisfied.

  Oh, so satisfied.

  My hands cradled Derrick’s head as he suckled on my tits, switching from one to the other while he kneaded the one not in his mouth with his hand. I never wanted him to leave my chest. He could live in my bosom and I would have been happy for the rest of my life.

  “God, Derrick,” I moaned.<
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  He looked up at me, my breast hanging from his mouth while he smiled. He let it fall out of his lips slowly, reluctantly. “I’m only getting warmed up, babe. This is nothing.”

  He sucked hard on my nipple again, biting down on it just enough to walk the line between pleasure and pain before standing up to his full height. “These pants need to come off. You’re wearing way too much clothes.”

  Before I could even begin to process what he was doing, he had reached down and pulled off my slacks and panties in one swift movement. I was just as naked as he was in no time.

  He openly appraised me, his eyes roving over my skin from head to toe and back again. For just a moment I felt self-conscious, but the desire and fire burning in his eyes told me I didn’t need to be. He wanted me; he found me sexy. There was nothing I needed to cover from his view.

  “You’re a sexy woman, aren’t you?” he growled.

  “If you say so.”

  “You think you can handle it?”

  “Handle what?” I asked, a little confused. Derrick wasn’t like any other man I’d been with before. He was too full of himself, though it seemed to be working for him tonight. My pussy certainly approved of everything he did.

  “The way I’m going to throw you onto that couch and fuck you.”

  An involuntary shiver ran down my spine. God, he was sexy when he was insanely arrogant. I didn’t want to be turned on by it, but I couldn’t help myself. I loved it, all of it. “Bring it on, buddy,” I replied.

  Like a trigger going off in his brain, Derrick snapped. The gloves were off now. He threw himself against me, pulling me against his body until we were two parts of a flame dancing together as one.

  Our limbs entangled until I lost track of where I ended and he began. We wrapped around one another, completely lost in the passion as Derrick kissed my neck, my jaw, my lips, my nose, my forehead, everywhere within reach.

  He pushed me backwards until my legs hit the couch. I fell back, Derrick coming with me as we crashed down together. The couch was still warm from the heat of the day, wrapping around us like a blanket while the air was cooling.

  Not that we really noticed the weather. It could have been raining with hail and thunder and we wouldn’t have noticed.

  With me on my back, Derrick pushed up until he was straddling me. With a wicked gleam in his eyes that told me he was thinking wicked thoughts, he started shuffling down my body.

  The moonlight shadowed his face but I could still see his expression and I thought for sure I could read his thoughts. He had nothing good on his mind, nothing clean, that’s for sure.

  “What are you doing?” I asked dubiously.

  “Never you mind, babe. Just close your eyes and enjoy the ride.”

  His cock was hard and had to be painful being so erect. Whatever he was about to do, surely it wouldn’t delay his own gratification for too long. I did as he directed and closed my eyes, waiting to see what kind of ride he was about to take me on.

  He made his way down my body until he was just past my pussy. He spread my legs apart, holding one up until it hooked over the back of the couch. The other went over the side until I was wide open for him.

  My pussy felt the cool breeze for the first time. It was already soaking wet, the night air touching the dampness and telling me exactly how wet I was. I was ready for Derrick’s cock, no matter how big and wide it was. It would fit, I was certain of it.

  His fingers traced circles around the top of my thigh, purposefully avoiding my pussy. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from begging for him to touch me. He was teasing me and I couldn’t take it for much longer. As sweet as the torture was, it was too much to bear.

  The circles started to get tighter and smaller until they dragged onto the sensitive skin of my clit. Finally, I started to get the relief I was seeking. He used another finger, making it two as he massaged my clit. Tight circles made their way around my nub, the bundle of nerves contracting and tightening as they prepared to explode with happiness.

  I was so close. He was taking me to the brink and holding me ransom there until he was ready to send me over the edge.

  I started writhing on the couch, unable to keep still. “Derrick, I can’t… oh… it’s so good…”

  He laughed, letting out a breathy growl as he tickled my clit and enjoyed the pleasure he was giving me. It was supposed to be him that was the one ready to explode. I’d thought I would be the one able to hold on for longer.

  But his fingers, they were just magical. They were playing me like a piano and I was powerless to stop him in his pursuit. Not that I wanted him to stop. In fact, I wanted him to go faster. I wanted to plunge off that edge and go flying into the sweet oblivion I knew was waiting for me.

  “Faster, Derrick. Please, harder.”

  He kept up the same pace, just long enough to play with me a little longer. Then he really got going. It only took a few second of quick circles and the orgasm took me over.

  I whimpered as the pleasure washed over me. Derrick lay beside me, his hands rubbing along my skin as he let me be lost in the happiness of my climax for those few moments.

  Everything in me hummed with happiness and calmness as I lay there with him beside me. It was a beautiful moment of release, and I was awash with emotion that Derrick had done that for me. He could have easily plunged between my legs and fucked me, chasing only his orgasm. But he had taken care of me first and delayed his own gratification.

  Perhaps it was all the good-time endorphins coursing through my body, but I was suddenly rushed with admiration for him. I wanted to pay back the favor, show him how much I appreciated the gesture.

  I wanted him so badly in that moment. My pussy was on fire again, ready to prove to him that I could give just as much pleasure as he could. I wanted to rock his world, make his orgasm twice as pleasurable as mine had been.

  I opened my eyes to see him watching me, his eyes still burning with desire. “Enjoy that, babe? Because there’s plenty more where that came from.” He wiggled his fingers at me and I now knew exactly what they were capable of.

  “I think it’s your turn,” I replied.

  “Don’t worry about me. I’m going to get mine. I’m about to climb on top of you and fuck you until you scream. None of this quiet whimpering shit. You’re not going to be able to contain yourself.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Don’t ask so many questions, woman.” Derrick gave me that devastatingly sexy smile and wasted no more time with chitchat. He climbed on top of me, settling between my legs.

  His thick cock pressed onto my pussy as he slid it along my clit. It was heavy, hot, and hard. His hips moved up and down, covering himself with my juices so he was prepared to slide inside.

  My legs twined around his so we were linked together. Every time he moved, our bodies rocked as one. He shifted his hips and positioned his cock at my entrance.

  I braced myself, ready to take his girth as he started pushing in. There was nothing to worry about as his cock glided into my pussy. He thrust in, inching in further and further until he was buried deep within me. Finally, we were connected as Derrick stretched me to my limits.

  Derrick started grunting with the effort as his hips thrust and his cock moved in and out of me. One of his fingers delved between us, toying with my clit again and bringing me back to the brink of the great beyond once more.

  We weren’t going to last very long. Just as Derrick had warned so long ago, we were both starved of sexual activity, it wasn’t going to take much effort for us to get off and come. Derrick was a man just made for having sex anyway; he didn’t need much more than a woman’s body to make it happen.

  Every part of me screamed with the sheer joy of our bodies moving together and creating such pleasure that it was impossible not to feel the heat of our desire. The fire was pooling deep in my belly, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

  Derrick was fighting with his own ability to keep it together. Sweat was beading on his
forehead as his expression was set in one of determination. He was grunting, lost in the act of thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy.

  The heat was rising, and everything in me was singing and just waiting for that one moment. Derrick tugged on my clit and it came suddenly, the orgasm nothing like before. This one tore me apart, bringing me to my knees and making my heart explode with a series of poundings I thought would make my ribs crack apart.

  He growled with his own orgasm, trying not to scream too loudly as he let the rush of happiness ripple through his body. It was a moment where we were lost together, taken away on a cloud and happy never to return again.

  Every part of me was alive and reveling in the beautiful release of the climax. Even as the blood rushed through my veins, they hummed with electricity and happiness. I felt invincible, and the man on top of me had been responsible for the whole thing.