by C. C. Brown
“You must be fucking her. That’s why you’re so protective.”
“Alex!” Cassie yelled, gripping my shoulder.
“No, it’s all good. I don’t care. Sloppy fucking seconds, thirds, whatever you want to call it. I don’t give a shit. Just take her back wherever you came from. And see your asses out, you’re no longer welcome in my fucking house.”
I turned and walked away. Cassie came storming behind me, pulling my arm and turning me around.
“What, Cassie?” I yelled, fueled by rage and mass amounts of alcohol. “I’m done with this shit.”
“Alex, that fucking Vernon guy is here.”
Those words were my undoing.
I charged like a raging bull stuffed with steroids.
I made contact with Vernon as he stood at the front door, and sent both of us hurdling to the floor before he’d had the chance to see me coming. My fist connected with his face over and over again, and he held his hand up, trying desperately to fend off the menacing blows. Every piece of irritation was boiling over, and I could no longer contain it. It needed a release, and he was the target. He was behind so much of my antagonism, and there was no way that I was going to try and stifle what so badly needed to come out.
The alcohol swirled around inside of me, causing me to lose my balance temporarily. It gave Vernon just enough of an edge to push me off of him, sending me barreling to the floor as he stood and adjusted his clothes in front of me.
“Alex, man, what the fuck is going on with you?” Newsome asked, helping me to my feet.
I yanked my arm from his grasp, glaring at Castillo. “Did you fucking bring him here? You dirty whore. How many guys are you fucking?”
“I didn’t bring him here!” she yelled, looking fed up with my antics. “I didn’t even tell him I’d be here tonight.”
“That’s right, I had to ask around because all of a sudden Leti wants to act like she doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
“Alex, you’re fucked up. Leti didn’t bring Vernon here. Fuck Vernon,” Jensen defended.
“Yeah, fuck me,” Vernon condescendingly added, stepping into the middle of us all. “That’s exactly what’s been going on. I’m tired of being a scapegoat here. Fuck everyone involved in this shitty situation.”
This guy was one of the worst people that I’d ever had the displeasure of knowing, but there was something about the tone of his words that struck me… made me want to hear more.
“What the hell are you rambling about, Vernon?” Riley asked, looking pissed off and overly annoyed.
“You all fucking hate me, and I embrace that, but I’ll tell you what, I couldn’t have possibly gone to First Sergeant without the help of Leti.”
“He’s a damn liar,” Castillo defended. If I didn’t know her sly, conniving ways, I would have softened towards her charade for a bit. The conviction in her voice was almost Oscar worthy.
“Oh, I’m a liar? How the fuck would I have known to go fishing for information at that tattoo shop? How would I have known who the fuck Pfc. Bennett was? How would I have known about any of this?”
Castillo stood stunned. Looking around the crew, I could tell that the allies she had were slowly leaving her corner. Eyes bulged as heads shook with the realization that she was the mastermind behind my downfall. She had been backed into a corner, and there was no way out.
“What the fuck would you have to gain from this, Vernon?” Jensen asked, stepping away from Castillo.
“She’s a pretty girl with a sweet pussy and a convincing mouth. She gave it up because I did her dirty work, but now she’s ditched me. I couldn’t fucking figure out why until I realized that Alex had somehow won his case, and him and Cassie were on the ropes. I saw that I had been fucking played again, and I wasn’t letting that shit go easily. I’m tired of her shit.”
“You’re such a bitch!” Cassie lashed out.
I quickly threw my arm out and caught her before she could physically assault Castillo. She was still a Marine, and a subordinate at that. There was no way I was about to let her throw everything we had managed to gain down the drain.
“Alex, she was angry. I think we’ve all done dumb shit out of anger,” Jensen said, fueling my rage once again.
Suddenly, Nat lashed out and bitch slapped Castillo. The smack of her hand meeting Leti’s face stunned the room. Sharp gasps and even a bit of awkward laughter filled the room. “I don’t even fucking know you, but you dragged me into this. Fuck you!” she yelled, small but full of rage.
Leti held her face, then turned to go after Nat, but Jensen stepped in front her, effectively cutting her off.
“Fuck you, little girl! You’re a fucking dead girl!” Leti screamed, unable to break free from Jensen’s grasp.
The sight only further pissed me off. “Are you out of your goddamned mind?” I yelled. The party was focused on the spectacle that we had all become, and sadly, I couldn’t care less. “You refuse to see the damage done here. You refuse to see that a friend was willing to destroy me because of her anger. And you still find a fucking way to defend that?”
“I’m not defending her!” Jensen roared back.
“Fuck you! Fuck you, and damn sure fuck you!” I yelled, knife handing Vernon, Jensen, and Castillo. “You all better see your way out before I go fucking ape shit in here and make you wish you had left on your own accord.”
“I don’t know, I’m kind of enjoying—”
I punched Vernon before he could finish his sentence. His smug smile couldn’t be tolerated any longer. Regardless of the fact that he had spilled the beans and confirmed that Castillo had set all of this in motion, he had been all too willing to play the part, and I hated him for it. Probably as much as he already hated me.
My hand throbbed as I connected with his face.
He charged me, throwing me down on the ground and punching me twice in the face. Screams and yells filled the space as I overpowered him and rolled us over, me on top of him as I connected with body blows and a solid punch to the nose. Cassie yelled behind me, trying to get me off of Vernon, but this had built up for far too long. He had an ass whoopin’ coming, and I wasn’t about to relinquish the opportunity.
“Stop, Alex… please stop!” Cassie yelled hysterically.
I looked down to find blood on my hands. Riley and Smith pulled me off Vernon as Newsome helped him up.
“Get these bitches out of my house, right the fuck now. Right now!” I yelled, still raging on pure adrenaline.
“We’ll get them out. Cassie, take him to the room. Now!” Riley barked, trying to diffuse the situation.
“Thanks for the awesome going away present, Vernon. Your face—”
“Shut up, Alex,” Cassie scolded, pushing me back. I passed a very concerned looking Dalton on the way to the room. Cassie slammed the door behind me, then stormed into the bathroom and reemerged with a wet face towel and proceeded to wipe off my hands and face. She didn’t say anything, just wiped furiously, breathing excruciatingly hard.
“What’s the matter with you?” I asked, studying her angry disposition.
“You aren’t really asking me that are you?”
“I just fucking asked, Cassie, so yeah, I am.”
She pushed me, stepping back then throwing her hands into her hair. “You’re out of fucking control, Alex. Why are you so angry? Who cares about Vernon?”
“I care about Vernon!” I roared in response. “I care because that limp dick has done too much shit. Fuck him. And fuck her too!”
Cassie blinked quickly, a puzzling look crossing her face. “Are you still into her?”
I scoffed at the insinuation. It was utterly ridiculous, even in this fit of rage.
“Answer me!”
“No, I’m not!” I yelled, loud enough for the sound of my voice to reverberate off the walls.
“I knew not to tell you what I’d seen last week. You have little to no self-control, Alex. You’re fucking crazy.”
“What the fuck
did you see?”
She remained quiet, opting instead to stand with her arms folded over her chest and her eyes trained on me. It was pissing me off all over again, making me think that she was hiding shit from me. The last person I thought I would have to deal with where that was concerned would be Cassie.
“You better tell me right now what you saw,” I ordered, low and firm.
She breathed hard, her chest rising and falling in hurried succession.
“What the fuck did you see, Cassie?”
“Vernon!” she yelled. “Coming out of the gym.”
My eyes narrowed with the realization of what she had just said. That night at the gym, I had gone looking for him and I’d had a feeling that Castillo was hiding shit, but hearing that Cassie saw him and kept quiet pissed me off.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Are you kidding me? Look at you. You’re out of control. You think I wanted to see this on base? It was unnecessary.”
“You don’t get to tell me what’s fucking necessary, Cassie. That motherfucker is the reason that you and I almost lost everything. For what? Because he was getting some dirty pussy. I didn’t do enough to his ass. I’m going to make sure that his ass is gone, and if he isn’t, I’m finishing what I fucking started.”
I bolted for the door, but Cassie caught me, pressing the door shut before I could make it out. “You’re not going out there, Alex. Enough is enough.”
“Oh yeah? And how the fuck do you plan to stop me?”
“You go out there, and I’m fucking done. It’s time to reign you in.”
I turned to look at her, her face set firm in a serious expression.
“I’m done with this shit, Alex. You need to gather yourself. You need to fix yourself. You need to get your mind right before you get on that plane tomorrow. You have a million and one problems waiting on you where you’re going. You don’t need any—”
“Shut up!” I growled, catching her off guard as I rushed her, lifted her off the ground and turned her around, planting her firmly against the wall. I began kissing her roughly, thrashing my tongue around in her mouth as I fisted her hair in my hand. All of the anger brewing inside of me was unleashed on her, rough, passionate and fulfilling. Cassie wanted me to focus my energy elsewhere, and I was about to do just that.
She moaned loudly and and full of passion, gripping my head equally as hard as I held her hair. There was astronomical amounts of anger, love, and desire in that kiss, and I knew then that I had to have her. I had to have more of her. I had to have all of her.
“Alex!” Riley yelled as he banged on the door.
“Go the fuck away, man. I’m feeling murderous right now.”
“Alex—”
“Go away, Riley!”
Cassie pulled my face back to her. She nipped on my ears as I set to work on her beautifully, succulent tits. “I need you,” she whispered.
My cock jolted with the seductive tone of her words. Without hesitation, I lowered her to the ground and hastily undressed her, taking in what I had been without for far too long.
“I’m making up for it all, Blondie,” I whispered, gripping her and holding her against the wall as I lowered myself and buried my face between her legs.
Chapter 16
Cassie
My shorts and thong came off instantaneously. Alex’s ravenous mouth owned me, making me squeal from his overzealous movements. I helped Alex out of his shirt, and the sight of his chiseled chest made me weak in the knees. Before I could do anything else, Alex was fixing me to his shoulders, then standing and holding me against the wall.
“This is my last meal before I head off to that sand pit, and I’m about to devour it,” he whispered, followed by an intense meeting between his decadent lips and those of my pussy.
Sucking…
Licking…
Soothing…
Lapping…
He was talented in this area, making me quiver and ache with need. As close as he was to me, it wasn’t close enough, and the longer he teased me, the more worked up I became. I could feel the onset of my orgasm, primed and ready to burst, claiming and destroying anything lying in its wake. My body went into a state of uncharted euphoria, and I screamed because it hurt, then screamed because it felt so goddamned good that I needed more, but after the feign, the hurt returned and nothing but release would quell the mounting pressure.
Alex focused solely on my clit, and the flick of his tongue was ultimately my undoing. The once tightly held dam burst and exploded in the most violent and pleasurably satisfying way. He held me to the wall as I came, emptying myself and filling Alex with all of the remnants of what he was able to elicit from me. He moaned as he took me in, slurping up every bit of the warm, tantalizing moisture that left my body. He had promised to devour his last meal, and devoured he had.
“Just as sweet as the very first time. I’m going to fucking miss this,” he whispered before he gathered my legs tightly around his head, then turned and tossed me gently onto his bed.
He smoothly dropped the khaki shorts he was wearing, showing off an always impressive bulge between his legs, held in by the stretch of his boxer briefs. Flames of passion heated up the room, making me sweat with anticipation. It had been so long since Alex and I had gone to this level, and a part of me was mildly apprehensive about getting my hopes up too high in the event that he retreated back to that place that forbid him to move forward with me.
His golden eyes darkened, the lust hidden behind the curtain of his eyelids. He sucked in his bottom lip and removed his briefs before hovering over me, running his enlarged cock against my middle, teasing and enticing all at the same time.
“Are you sure?” I absentmindedly murmured, then immediately wished I hadn’t said anything.
Alex’s eyes beamed down on me, studying the range of emotions ravaging my face. He finally flashed a calculated smiled before muttering, “You know better than anyone else that I don’t beat around the fucking bush, Blondie.”
My heart raced with his confirmation, and I instinctively widened the gap between in my legs, giving him the necessary space to have his way with me. His solid cock sat at my entrance, and that familiar tug of throbbing eagerness began to take over, causing me to moan and squirm. A slight laugh escaped him as he teased, smiling down on me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. I swallowed as he neared. My core moistened with every movement, and he rubbed his cock along the outside, wetting the tip of himself as her bit down on his bottom lip and closed his eyes in appreciation.
“You always did know how to make me feel welcome, Blondie,” he joked, slowly guiding the tip into me. He exhaled slowly, seemingly savoring the feel of my walls as they tightened around him.
He eased a little more inside, stretching me wide. I bit down on my bottom lip, grimacing as he moved inside, but luxuriating in the feel of the physical closeness that I had been craving for so long. Alex pushed farther in, stopped, then burrowed deeper. When he was fully encased inside of my walls, I exhaled, brimming with excitement as I looked up into his eyes and saw what looked like relief.
“Are you okay?” I asked in a breathy, pleasurable tone.
He smiled, nodding his head before responding. “I’ve been a stupid jackass. This is the best I’ve felt in a very long time.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his deliciously plump lips down to mine. Our kiss sparked his movements as he slowly rocked to and fro. With each motion, jolts of electricity shot off like rockets inside of me. Alex worked me meticulously, slowing moving in and out while sucking in breath and gently exhaling it in short, pleasurable spurts.
I tightened my grip around his neck, holding him close, indulging in the intoxicating aroma of sandalwood that flanked his body. I breathed it in, losing myself in all things Alex as he picked up his pace, pounding his way through my tightly clenching walls.
“I love you so much, Cassie,” he whispered through laborious breaths. He worked his hips in a circula
r motion, slowing down just enough to allow me to feel every inch of him swirling around inside of me. My eyes closed as I allowed him to have his way with me.
He never got rough. He stayed at a medium pace, slowing down to feel the warmth of my walls as moisture began to build inside of me. He’d suck in his breath, bite down on his lip, tighten his hold on my body, but never once did he take it to the high intensity, rough impact that we knew so well. Alex was indulging, taking in every inch of my body that he’d missed out on, and made sure to allow me the feel of sensual gratification at the same time. He’d already done a masterful job with his tongue, bringing on a very intense orgasm, but he was allowing my body to work its way back up to another before taking the pleasure that his body so badly wanted.
“This is like a fucking dream, Cassie. I don’t ever want to wake up.”
“I… love…you, Alex!”
With those words, my walls clenched tightly, my legs went numb, and I lost all ability to speak. I cried out to Alex’s deep, sensual groans as we poured every ounce of the love we shared into one another. Alex’s body stiffened and he held himself inside, moaning with hunger, raw passion, and desire. I held firmly around his neck as my body was overtaken by him, and he finished us both off with a few more hard, pounding, thrusts. When he stopped, a tear slid down my cheek, which Alex noticed as soon as he opened his eyes.
His look of satisfaction instantly turned to concern as he took me in. “Why are you crying, Blondie?”
I smiled, trying to ease his fears. “I’m happy. And now that I’m happy, you’re leaving.”
He relaxed, then pulled out of me, laying down on my side and pulling me close. “I don’t regret much, but I regret the shit I’ve done to you. I regret making you angry and making you cry. I thought deploying was going to be the best thing for me, but now that the pieces of my life are put back together, I’m fucking torn up inside. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to spend a single fucking day without you.”