The Grunt

by Nelson, Latrivia S.

  His thick, heavy member slapped against her mound as he hovered above her. Lovingly, he moved her long hair off her shoulders and pulled it into a makeshift ponytail then he trailed his fingers down her neck. With an open-mouth kiss against her jugular, he pulled her steaming legs further apart with so much authority that she doubt she would be able to refuse him anything tonight.

  Courtney had never been with a Marine. It was a personal no-no of hers from years of being an officer’s daughter, but her mind had always wondered what it would be like to ravaged by a true, hard-core, killing machine.

  Not to disappoint Courtney’s fantasy, Brett was not merciful. His charm diminished with his kiss. Serious and focused, he planted his knees in the firm mattress and slipped the tip of his head inside of her. Her tightness confirmed his suspicions. She hadn’t been with anyone in quite some time. It turned him on more. The slickness on her labia transferred to his condom. Looking into her eyes while he played with her aching clit, he pushed forward slowly with even and torturous power.

  She felt amazing. Slick heat raced up his shaft as he parted her.

  Her mouth opened as he entered her. The girth and length of him seemed to go on forever. Letting out a whimper, she felt her swollen tissue expand. By then, she was paralyzed in pleasure. Goosebumps formed and washed over her skin. He kissed her mouth when he was certain that he was in the center of her.

  Connected in every way, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His masculine scent of sandalwood and aftershave transferred to her skin as she kissed from his mouth to the curve of his neck. Still, Brett had not moved. Then, he looked down at her. And when he was certain that she was ready, he struck.

  Her fragile body felt like it was pushed into the springs of the mattress as he cut through her body with his sex. Holding on for dear life, she felt his elbows planted just above her shoulders. His back arched and he drove into her. Coiling back, he pushed back into her again. Each time, he seemed to go deeper, grow harder, spread her resolve and stretch her body.

  Holding on to his wing-like lat muscles, she looked up at the ceiling and bit her lip. Hot kisses passed between them as he moved, exacting his thrusts in a manner that left her eager for more but weak from every blow.

  The tattoos on his body in the moonlight made him look like an animal. Blue eyes stared back at her as she felt his hips rotate from side to side then in and out then harder and harder. She screamed out as he hit a spot that made her back arch. Pleasure. It hit again. More pleasure. He hit it again and she shivered all over.

  Instinctively, he buried his head into her ample bosom, sucking on her nipples and pumping into her body in a slow then fast rhythm. His butt tightened every time that he thrust. His arms contracted every time that he pulled out of her. The sound of suction drove her mad. He was so well-endowed until it made sounds of slapping that beat like drums against her body.

  Never had anything felt so primitive and yet so right.

  She held on tighter when she felt his arm pushing against the mattress to roll them over in the bed.

  Now on top of him, he grabbed her quickly by her hips and lifted his hips, picking her up off the mattress.

  “Ride me,” he demanded in a husky growl, looking down at her flat stomach.

  Courtney had spent days out on the beach surfing. So cardio was not a challenge for her but resistance to his body was. Hard muscles formed in her legs as she planted her feet beside him and pushed down. He hit the mattress with a thud but refused to concede.

  Gripping her tighter, he pushed back, spearing his head into her pulsing sex with speed and power. He nearly grinned when he realized that she was testing him. Didn’t she know that he was a grunt? As such, every challenge was taken seriously, especially one like this.

  With her knees beside him, she put her delicate hands on his capped shoulders and threw her head back, arching her back into his mighty thrusts. Releasing her restraint, she began to counter his every movement with her own, taking him physically. Wet sex slipped from her womb and pooled in between his thighs.

  Brett clenched his jaw as he fought the seismic waves of ecstasy that rushed through him. The sight of her coke-bottle body was breathtaking. Even in the dark, he could see every curve, feel the contour of her skin and softness of her touch. But it had been so long since he had been with a woman who enjoyed him until he refused to come early.

  Finally breaking a sweat from working so hard, he pulled her closer to him and sucked on her breasts again. One hand on her round buttocks very near to the center, the other on her back pushing her forward, he lifted her again, this time twisting her to the side.

  Before she knew what was happening in one quick move like he was grappling, she was on her knees, and he was behind her. Never had she felt so vulnerable, so feminine. She could feel his hot breath against her bare, sweaty skin as he trailed a kiss down her muscular back. Then a hand lifted up and landed on her backside. She bucked unexpectedly, wanting him inside her right then. He moved his hand down in between her legs to her aching sex and slapped her again. The sensation sent her into a frenzy. She opened her legs wider.

  “Please, Brett,” she begged. Her sex clenched tighter. “Fuck me.”

  “Do what to you?” he asked, wanting her to say it again. He teased her, running his hand over her slick sex and fondling her, then tasting his finger.

  “Fuck me,” she begged again louder.

  He watched her as she grabbed the headboard. Wrong move, he thought to himself.

  “Please,” she moaned again, gripping the wood tight with her long fingers.

  He moved closer behind her. She could feel his hardness, prodding against her backside. She arched her back as much as she could, wanting to take all of him. Her long hair splayed over her back as she turned and locked her dark, lusty, hazel brown eyes on him. But she was almost frightened by how serious he looked.

  His face was like wet marble, a glint of dominance in his etched features. Every muscle in his body bulged tight with want. Sweat ran down his beautiful, tanned face. Her scent was all over him, driving him mad. He pushed up against her buttocks and put his large arms over her.

  She had no choice but to look at his sleeve tattoo up close. It seemed very intimidating now. Shadowing her body, he gripped her hands to the headboard with his own. It was then that she noticed his wedding ring was gone. She turned and looked at the wall, bracing herself for his entry.

  Locked under him, she felt him check his condom. A warm hand grabbed her by the fold in her tiny waist, then he pushed through her body in one long, devastating stroke. She tried to run away from his engorged penis. Only, she had nowhere to go. His large legs, strong from years of humping hundreds of miles, were right beside her. His manhood was buried up to his abdomen in her. She was trapped. And it felt unbelievable! She cried out again.

  “Brett!” she screamed. “Yes! Yes! Oh God! Yes!”

  As he coiled back, he kissed her shoulder and destroyed every thought that she had ever had about a Marine. Speechless and breathless, she took all of him until she began to burn with desire. The sound of his body slapping against hers began to drive her mad. Hot and tingling, she felt her arms weaken. Sounds of sexual pleasure filled the room. A feminine whimper preceded male dominating moans.

  “I’ve wanted you so bad,” he whispered into her ear as he pumped harder. “And now that I have you…I’m never going to let you go.”

  Thrusting into her, he watched her as she began to submit fully. Her arch back began to flatten in her back; her moans turned to cries until she finally realized she was no match for him. He seemed to tear through her without tiring, his force undeniable, his strength unforgiveable.

  “That’s it,” he taunted. “Come for me.”

  His words destroyed her. She had never imagined he was such an animal. If she weren’t already coming, she would have just then.

  Brett finally let her arms go, but only to grab her by her long hair. Without inflicti
ng any pain, he took her long hair and fisted it. Pulling her head back to see her beautiful face, he kissed her bruised, open mouth as he felt her sex clench around him, pulse hard and then climax suddenly. Her eyes told on her as they averted to the ceiling and then rolled back in her head. The Lieutenant Colonel’s daughter had arrived. He smirked as he sucked at her bottom lip.

  Holding her around her waist, Brett pumped inside of her as she sat on her knees, tears running down her face, silky liquid running down her legs, sweat running down her body. Brown breasts bobbed against the gravity that pulled her down every time his thrusts sent her up in the air.

  Familiar sensations started to assail his tense body. His large palm rested at her lower back and pushed her down into the bed. Her face landed on the soft, goose-down pillow. As he let go of her hair, it fell over her shoulders, over her face.

  On top of her, holding her waist as tightly as he could with one hand and his other hand on her slender shoulder, pumping into her body with devastating blows, he finally allowed himself to freely release.

  The surge of power and hot seed paralyzed him as it shot from his penis into the safety of the condom. Picking her up by the waist as he came, he held her broken body in his hands. His masculine, virile growl echoed throughout the room, claiming her as he did so.

  The mere sound of him made her come again. One last time. This time harder. A final cry escaped her. Never in her life had she been so thoroughly explored.

  Collapsing under him, Courtney felt as though her body had been shattered. She turned and rolled over onto her back, disoriented and dazed.

  Brett was still on his knees with one hand against the headboard, the other on his hip. His face was like stone. His breaths calmed quickly. After all, the storm had passed.

  Looking up at him in amazement, she heard the alarm go off. It startled her. Lifting up on her elbows, she moved her tousled hair from her face. 4:00 a.m. on dot.

  “Time for work,” she said hoarsely. It hurt to swallow. She did so slowly.

  Brett bent down and sucked her pebbles nipples one last time and kissed her lips again, grateful that she had shared her body with him.

  She kissed him back passionately, pushing her exposed breasts against his chest. Her sensitive nipples were still rigid as they grazed him. He reached down and grabbed them in his hands and squeezed them tightly.

  It had been too long since he had enjoyed sex this much, and she still looked absolutely amazing, even though her hair was now wild and her body sweating and wet.

  His hands roamed her body, feeling the slickness in between her thighs that had pooled on the mattress below them.

  There was no way in hell he was leaving this bedroom without getting his share. Reaching over to hit the alarm, he opened her legs again. “I’ve got a few more minutes,” he said with another condom in his hand.

  Courtney was speechless but ready. “God Bless the Marine Corps,” she said, biting her lip.

  Chapter Nine

  It had only been a few weeks, but Brett Black felt like a new man. There was no more Amy and no more worry. Just work and play. He could barely get home in the evenings. He could barely leave for work in the morning. Even Cameron seemed to be doing better.

  As the alarm went off for a new day to begin, Brett reached his free hand over and hit the dial, then returned to Courtney’s warm embrace.

  She rustled awake under him, running her hands over his bare chest as she stretched out.

  “Baby, get up,” she said, rolling over.

  Brett grabbed her quickly. Running a hand over her naked backside, he pulled her to him. “I don’t want to get up. It’s too fucking early,” he groaned into her ear. “Let’s just lay here for a minute.”

  Courtney smiled. “You were almost late a few days ago. No, you have to get up,” she said, trying to pull away from him. It was hard for her too. Her heart ached every time that he left the house. And while she spent her days busy with studying, online classes and taking care of Cameron in the afternoons, she could barely wait for the end of the day.

  Brett was getting ready for a few days out in the field and the thought annoyed him, but he tried to keep it pushed in the back of his mind. He didn’t know how he would deal with being away from his family that long. His family. Now, that was a comforting thought. For the first time in his life, outside of the Marine Corps, he felt like he belonged to something special.

  “Get up,” Courtney said again.

  “Alright,” Brett finally said yawning. Pulling himself from the bed, he stood up naked and stretched. He watched her loving gaze travel the length of him. Instantly, he got hard. He bent to her and kissed her forehead.

  “You got ten minutes?” he asked, putting his hand on her hip.

  “Five,” she said, looking at the clock.

  “Seven,” he bargained as he crawled in between her legs.

  “Okay, ten,” she said as she felt him enter her. Ten glorious minutes.

  ***

  At five o’clock on the dot, before the sun could rise, Captain David Lawless stepped out of his oriental blue 325i BMW in his perfect desert uniform and cover and looked around his new home.

  Camp Lejeune. The place grunts came to become great after a short stint at the SOI, preceded by Parris Island. No matter whether you were a woman or a man it was balls to the wall here. You either grew some or shipped out.

  He loved the smell of the thousands of pine trees, the heat that evaporated any coolness in the air, the sound of Marines training even when the black flag hung as a warning on the pole, the sight of morning runs that went for miles in the rain, shine, sleet or snow. Hell, USPS got their motto from them, because Recon always delivered. Nothing about this place was soft. There were no flowers planted, no picnics by the beach. There was only training, and he was ready to get some.

  As he stepped into the company office a solid six feet three, two hundred and fourteen pounds of hard-core grunt, his father was waiting with a proud smile.

  David dropped his bags and saluted his father out of sincere respect, even though one did not normally salute inside a building.

  This was a proud moment for the Lawless men. David had been subjected for years to rough, unrelenting training because of his last name and his father’s reputation. His mentors and superiors alike had been tough on him both in the classroom and the field, put him through more than the others, and made him work hard to earn the rank of Captain. In short, he had gone through hell to arrive at his father’s footsteps.

  “Captain David Lawless reporting for duty, sir,” he said with a stone face and deep, brooding baritone. Not a stitch was out of place on the coffee-colored Marine. His hair cut was perfect; his uniform was perfect; his stance was perfect, and his reputation was flawless.

  “At ease, Captain,” Lieutenant Colonel Lawless said as he watched his son move to parade rest. “You look…good,” he noted, looking his boy over. “Hope Pendleton didn’t make you soft though.”

  “No, sir,” David answered. “There is no room for soft in the two-five, sir.”

  “Are you ready to serve the men of Bravo Company, oversee their training, lead them to battle, stand by them, die if necessary to accomplish any mission that Marine Corps via the Second Reconnaissance Battalion hands down to you?” the colonel asked sternly. His neck stuck out as he spoke, and he rose up on is tiptoes to tower over his son.

  “Yes, sir,” David answered with conviction. Unflinching, he stared straight forward.

  “Good. Just because you are my seed doesn’t mean that you’ll receive any slack. In fact, nepotism is not looked upon favorably, so you can just about imagine that I want things to be so close to perfect the only person who would know it’s not perfect is Jesus Christ himself. I expect the best from you at all times. I expect you to be honest, fair and just with each of these men. I expect you to put them first and your own needs last. I expect the best. There is no room for anything less in Recon.”

  “Yes, sir.”


  The colonel tried not to crack a smile. His raspy voice lightened. “I also expect you to meet your mother and me for dinner tonight at seven. She hasn’t seen your face yet and is about to drive me to Four Alpha of the naval hospital.”

  David smiled. “I’ll be there at 6:45, sir,” he answered with his chest stuck out.

  “Good. Well, carry on, Captain. I’ll have my eye on you,” the colonel said as he left him in the care of his new company. “Semper Fi.”

  “Semper Fi,” David answered.

  ***

  Brett pulled up to the battalion office and parked his car. Wolfing down the last of his protein bar, he jumped out and headed inside, slipping on his cover before he entered. As he crossed the threshold of the office, he got a funny feeling in his gut. Throwing his wrapper in the garbage can, he looked around suspiciously and stopped at the company First Sergeant’s desk.