Iron Soldier

by Katie Ford

  A slick pink tongue swipes over her bottom lip. Her eyes look up at me, filled with lust and trust. “I’ve... I’ve never done that before.”

  Christ... That makes me want her even more. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you. You’ll love it. I’ll make sure you do.” My hands stroke between her legs and dive into her sopping wet snatch. Her clit is fat and slick under my fingers. Claire moans.

  “Okay,” she breathes softly, excitement growing brighter in her brown eyes. Without me asking, she shifts under me and gets on her hands and knees in the bed, showing me her deliciously big ass.

  Fuck me…

  Her ass is a fat and juicy berry. Tempting. Sexy. Pussy juices drip from between her thighs, making them slick and shiny. Claire looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes heavy-lidded and sexy. There’s so much trust and passion in her gaze that my knees go a little weak. And I’m kneeling in the bed, for fuck’s sake.

  My meat is steadily dripping, ready to bust.

  I want her so badly that my cock and balls fucking hurt. The ache is spreading through my body and sinking into my teeth, into my every breath. It’s so intense. Normally when a girl is this turned on and begging for it, I’d just ram my cock in and take my turn. But for some reason, I can’t treat Claire like that. No matter how much my dick is drooling and ready to ram into her back hole.

  With the juices she’s already pumped out from coming hard on my dick, I slick her up; I swipe my fingers into the sticky mess, and circle her sweet pink hole.

  “Oh...” she moans for me.

  “You like that?” In awe at how responsive she is, I caress her pink star, rubbing and soothing.

  “Yeah... I—” A gasp cuts off her words when I sink my thumb into her stretched out hole. “I--I never thought it would feel like this.” Shivering like crazy, she moans and shoves her ass back against me. “I thought—I thought only guys liked it like this.”

  My finger, slick with her juices, shallowly fucks into her. “But you like this?” With my other hand, I stroke and rub her fat clit. Claire makes even more turned on noises.

  “I love it!” she gasps, the surprise in her voice turning to pleasure.

  “That’s good, baby. Real good.” My finger slides deeper into her ass. In and out. Stretching her. Getting her ready for my much bigger dick. “You want more?”

  “Yes, yes! More!”

  She’s dripping so much, it’s like she wants to give me more lube for her ass. I use it to ease my two fingers in, then I open them, stretching and scissoring her hole open enough to ease the way for my Coke-can-sized cock. “You’re doing so good, baby. So good.”

  Her ass jiggles and wriggles, shoving back hard against me. “More, Brent. Give me your cock! Give it to me now!”

  And yeah, she may want it now, but she’s never done anal before, so I want to make sure she’s good and ready. I don’t want to hurt her. So I keep going. Adding more of her juices, another finger. My Claire is so turned on that her clit feels big enough to explode between my fingers.

  “Brent! Please, please, please!” Her moans are desperate and loud, music to my ears.

  My cock steadily drools. I can’t believe how long I’ve ignored it, but by the time I finally take its fat girth in hand and line up with her stretched and blushing hole, Claire and I are both panting and groaning loud enough to wake up the whole building. Slowly, slowly, I sink into her tight heat.

  “Brent!” Her scream rattles my eardrums and shakes my heart hard between my ribs. I can’t believe it, but she’s instantly coming and coming hard, clenching like a fist around my pole before I can even sink all the way in.

  “Fuck...”

  She’s so tight, so hot. So fucking good.

  My hands grip her thick hips. My cock jerks a little inside her, more than ready to empty a bucket load of jizz into her pussy. “Damn, baby!” With a grunt, I shove all the way in, fucking her hard and deep.

  Claire cries out. She slams her ass back against me, panting my name. “Brent! This feels so good, so good...”

  Her asshole tightens hard around me as another orgasm rattles through her responsive body. And that’s fucking IT. I can’t take anymore. Panting like a freight train, I grab her waist and slam into her. Again and again. My cock pounds into her sweet and hot body. I’m grunting and growling like a wild animal, and sparks of lust shoot up and down my spine. It’s loud in here. Claire’s screams. My shouts. My mouth is open and gasping, my tongue drying out with each thrust into her tight and fucking miraculous butt cunt.

  The smell of us together drives me wild. Her hot ass around my cock. Her screams for more even though she’s come at least two times already.

  “Claire!”

  I come with a loud and wild roar, my hips pounding into her hard and irregular, my schlong spitting out gush after gush of semen.

  Ah, Christ!

  Midway through, I pull out, my cock still coming, and stroke my way through the last spasms, loads of sex milk spilling over her back, her thick ass, and her meaty thighs. Even her shoulders.

  I swear, my orgasm triggers another one for Claire, and our shouts rise in chorus like some kind of sex choir. We finish loud and long together.

  Panting, we both collapse on the bed—me on my back and Claire on her stomach.

  “That was... that was... oh God.” Her hand lifts but then drops onto my sweat-wet stomach. “I don’t think I can move.”

  She does move, but only enough to curl up against me. She shifts to put her head on my chest, her hair tumbling over my pecs and shoulder. It feels like she’s one breath away from falling asleep.

  Does she feel the way my heart is beating like crazy? Of course she does. I can’t even hide it.

  And I wish it was just from coming like gangbusters. No, it’s because of her. She’s completely intoxicating. Like the most exciting football game in the world. The sexiest stripper. The most beautiful sunset.

  Un-nameable feelings for her grow warm in my chest. “Come on.” I run my fingers through her hair. “You don’t want to sleep covered in jizz.” It’s everywhere—soaked into her pussy, her asshole, and all over her back. It’s like she had a nice, hot jizz shower. “Even though I don’t mind how you look right now, you’d hate me in the morning.”

  “Hmmm.” Claire snuggles harder against me, her soft hand moving with contentment over my chest.

  She’s so damn cute, and this feels so good.

  The thought comes out of nowhere, and usually I’d cut it off and find some way to push it and her out of my mind, but I’m way past that now. I want Claire in my bed. I want to keep her close. But not like this when I know she’s going to be miserable in the morning with my juices all over her.

  Damn, I came really hard. There’s even some in her hair.

  With a regretful sigh, I slide from the bed and bring her with me. “We’ll be quick. We’ll finish up and get you back into bed in no time.”

  Stumbling together, we make our way to the bathroom. Shower or bath?

  But no, she’s so sleepy, she’d probably fall over if I try to give her a shower. Bath it is.

  The tub fills up pretty fast with warm water, and I throw some Epsom salts in there for her tender little asshole. Steam slowly fills the small bathroom and covers us up like clouds in a kind of heaven, a place apart from everything else in our everyday lives. Gently, I guide her into the tub. She doesn’t resist while I give her bath and wash her hair. Slowly, during the process, she gradually wakes up. Her brown eyes are warm as she watches me, her body completely melting and comfortable under my touch.

  “You’re so good to me,” she murmurs.

  “Only because you’re so good.” Then I nearly choke. Did I just say that?

  I’m a little scared at the words that had just come out of my mouth, but I don’t apologize for them. I let them stand.

  “But you don’t know me enough to know whether or not I’m good.” More awake now, Claire watches me. Her eyes are intent, like she’s waiting f
or a particular response.

  Steaming water trickles over her chest from the sponge I’m washing her with. “I know enough.”

  Her eyes fall closed for a long moment and her mouth droops down. She looks so damn sad.

  “Hey,” I whisper. She shivers when the back of my hand brushes her cheek, and I lean close to her ear. “Nope. None of that sad stuff. Not after the amazing session we just had.”

  Her eyes flicker up to meet mine, but her expression doesn’t change. God. It’s killing me, that look. It twists my guts up that I can’t fix it, whatever it is that’s wrong for her right now.

  “Time to get out before the water gets too cold,” I say.

  Sluggish and pliable, she slowly stands up in the tub, and the water rushes down her soft and sexy body, glimmering like a dream under the bathroom lights. My mouth waters to taste her, but I manage to control myself. Instead of licking her from head to toe, I grab two towels. I use one to briskly dry her hair and then dry her body with the other.

  Damn, she’s gorgeous.

  The towel slowly gets damp in my hands as I rub her dry. Her plump shoulders, her arms, and her big and luscious tits. I dry underneath them, lifting up their heavy weight in my hands, making sure to rub her nipples thoroughly with both my hands and the towel. The sadness slowly begins to clear from her eyes.

  “Oh…” She licks her lips.

  Desire flickers in her soft brown gaze, blazing over me like a gentle flame. Her nipples are hard and flushed pink. A soft noise escapes from her throat.

  My cock rises up to slobber all over my belly, but I ignore it.

  This is about Claire.

  My knees thud to the thin bath mat over the tile floor, and the motion jerks through me. But I don’t stop drying her warm and sexy body. The towel soaks up the water on her soft stomach, her sides, and her back.

  “Open for me, baby.” I hold it in front of her thighs, and Claire’s eyes widen for a minute before she gives me access to the dampness between her thighs. It’s more than water. I dry her but don’t mess with the slippery juices drizzling from her cunt. No, that wetness I go for with my mouth.

  “Oh! Brent...” She stumbles back a little, and I steady her with both hands on her hips. My tongue burrows deeper between her legs, going for more of that juiciness I can’t get enough of.

  She’s clean and salty there, delicious and absolutely dripping. Her hands grip my head, but not to guide me or anything like that. She’s just holding on for dear life while soft sounds of pleasure gush from her parted lips.

  Her hot cave is so wet and so luscious; my tongue makes a moist and hungry sound, diving into it again and again. She tastes so fucking good, I groan and shiver from the flavor of her on my tongue, from the feel of her landing strip and hot snatch on my face.

  From between my legs, my dick gives a vicious, orgasmic throb. Pleasure thunders wild and unchecked through me, shaking me. Jizz splashes between my spread knees. My shout gets muffled in her sweet snatch. I don’t stop, though; I keep eating her out, making her feel good.

  “Oh God, Brent! Brent!” Her thighs tremble and her hands tighten on my head like she’s about to fall. But I’ll always catch her. She cries out my name and gushes all over my tongue. So sweet. So fucking sexy.

  Claire is shaking, and her skin is flushed from her come, but the sadness is gone from her face. She looks down at me in amazement. “Never... I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

  What the hell have her shitty lovers been doing before now if they’ve never tried to make her feel good? Just one look at her, and all I want to do is give her pleasure, make sure she feels as good as I do.

  Her eyes drop down to between my legs and then widen. “You came!”

  Yes. Just from touching her and eating out her sweet cunt, I’d bust all over the floor. There’s come splashed everywhere.

  “You feel that good to me, baby.” I stand up, wiping my face on my arm, and I smile when she blushes, color rushing into her round cheeks. “What? It’s only natural, sweet girl.” I get all in her face. “You want a taste?”

  “Yes,” she says softly, surprising me.

  “Yeah?”

  In answer, she reaches up behind my head, drags my face down to hers, and kisses me. I kiss her back, feeding her the taste of her own cunt, and Claire moans like I’m fucking her again. She pulls back and begins to lick my face, her tongue on my chin, my lips, and my cheeks, chasing the flavor from her own snatch.

  “I taste good,” she says with a saucy smile. Then her eyes drift closed. She sways into me, still smiling.

  “Come to bed, sweet girl. I think it’s time to put you to bed.”

  I swing her up into my arms, and she squeals softly, like a sleepy kitten. “Stop! I’m too heavy.”

  “Not too heavy for me.”

  In the bedroom, I ease her down to the bed and slide in next to her. She’s warm and so damn soft, automatically snuggling up to me before I can even turn out the lights. Once the room is in darkness, she plasters herself to my chest. And I love it.

  Before, I’d have said that I hate it when girls get all cuddly and all into my space, but I can’t get enough of Claire and her womanly scent and the way she fits my body so perfectly. A warmth takes over my chest. Warmth for Claire. It’s an unexpected and dangerous feeling. But I’m not going to fight it. Not this time. It feels too good to push away. She feels too good.

  “Brent...” she sighs my name, and her eyes flicker open to look up at me. “I’m so glad I’m here. It shouldn’t be like this, but it’s better than it’s ever been.” What? Does she mean sex for her in general? “I don’t know why,” she continues. “But I don’t want to question it.”

  “Don’t question, just enjoy,” I tell her, but I might as well be telling myself the same thing.

  The feelings exploding inside of me for Claire are crazy. I just met her. I don’t know her. But something squeezes tight in my chest at even the thought of not having her here with me, in my bed and in my life. It’s too soon, but damn if it doesn’t feel just right.

  Chapter 12

  Claire

  The sleep falls away from me like the softest blanket. Gradually. Gently.

  From just above me comes the sound of gentle snores. Mandy? No. It can’t be. We didn’t fall asleep on the floor together like we did on that one drunken night.

  My eyes flicker open, and I begin to stretch. Oh! Suddenly, the twinge of slight pain between my legs brings it all back.

  Brent. The passionate sex we shared in his bed, and then later, the bath and his mouth on my pussy. A shiver runs through my whole being at the memory of that tender night. He took care of me so well after the rough and incredible pussy pounding he gave me. My tender center tingles and begins to drip. My nipples swell and harden under the thin sheet.

  Oh my God. That all really happened. It wasn’t just another one of my pathetic dreams.

  A hard and muscular body shifts against mine, and the snores stop. Strong arms pull me closer against a solid chest. “Hey, sweet girl.”

  His blue eyes burn into mine with incredible tenderness, and he lowers his head, kissing me sweetly. His lips feel like a blessing against mine, something I never thought I’d feel again. Biting back a sob, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him back.

  It’s not just my pussy that’s melting for him. I feel my whole heart growing soft, wanting and wishing for everything that he and I shared before he’d deployed.

  Damn, I’m in so much trouble. Obviously, I’m falling for him again, despite my so-called plan to keep away. My heart needs him. My body craves him.

  Moaning, I suck on his tongue and open my legs for his long fingers. I’m wet for him and so ready for him to fuck me again. God, I’m such an idiot.

  I force myself to pull away instead of doing what we both obviously want. Shoving my thick hair out of my eyes, I take a good, long look at the man whose bed I’m in.

  His big body is spread out on the sheets, completely
naked and hot. Muscles everywhere. A light dusting of hair covers his chest and leads down his six-pack, getting thicker around his hardening dick. As I watch, his dick gets harder. He grins at me, devilish and oh so cocky.

  Oh God! I’m in so much trouble. I clear my throat.

  “I shouldn’t stay too long. I have someone waiting for me.” Mandy and I plan to go to the farmer’s market together. It’s not until later, but Brent is confusing me so much. I should try to fight this hold he obviously has on me after all of these years. Even though he doesn’t remember me at all.

  “That’s fine.” He licks his fingers, which are wet from playing with my pussy. “Let me make you some coffee before you go.”

  While he pulls on jeans and nothing else, I head to his bathroom and do a quick clean up. To my surprise, there’s an extra toothbrush there, still in the package, with my name scribbled on it in pen.

  When I come back out, my clothes are on the neatly made bed, and the smell of coffee permeates the room, tempting me toward the kitchen. As if Brent being out there isn’t temptation enough.

  When I get to the kitchen, he slides a cup of dark coffee in front of me, along with a waffle covered in strawberries and whipped cream. I freeze for a moment. It looks delicious and perfect, like he actually thought about what I wanted when he made it.

  I take a deep breath before he can see how affected I am by what he’s made for me.

  “Wow. I didn’t think you kept food here,” I say.

  Settling down in front of the beautiful meal, I pick up the fork but wait until he sits down at the table. He soon joins me with me with his own coffee and a plain waffle drizzled with butter.

  “I hoped you would come back over at some point, so I got you this stuff.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but a blossom of warmth blooms in my belly.

  He did this for me.

  “That’s actually really sweet,” I say before I can stop myself. “Thanks.”

  Then I remember–Brent is the one who left me all alone without as much as a goodbye. I’d just about had a nervous breakdown over his abandoning me.