Hero to Obey: Twenty-two Naughty Military Romance Stories

by Selena Kitt

  "Now who's overdressed?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

  "Me." She reached behind her, unsnapped her bra, and allowed the soft fabric to flutter down her arms.

  "Damn. I want those large nipples in my mouth." He licked his lips.

  She shivered in response to his action and the feel of her peaks drawing even tighter as if reaching for him. Her breasts weren't very big, but the tips could rival the size of her middle fingers.

  Exhaling a shaky breath, she hooked her thumbs in the side bands of her underwear.

  "Wait. Turn around. That ass has been driving me out of my mind all night."

  Following his instructions, she pivoted until her back was to him. She drew her hair over to one shoulder, then glanced at him as he strutted to her.

  "Fucking sexy." Behind her, he began to place kisses over her shoulder before making a trail down her spine as he lowered himself to his knees. He set his lips on one cheek then the other before nipping at her flesh.

  She yelped. Her ass and hips were her largest part of her body. Knowing how much Jaxon appreciated the size made her heart swell and race.

  "Take them off. Slow."

  In her life, she'd never given a man a striptease, but the naughty little imp inside of her pushed her to play with the imposing man. She moved at a leisurely pace, swinging her hips in deliberate motion from left to right in his face.

  His groan encouraged her even more. When she got to the center of her thighs, she leaned forward to take the strip of damp material past her knees. She wiggled her ass playfully as she brought the panties to her ankles and stepped out of them.

  "Stay. Part those pretty thighs." His voice halted her from rising.

  Now she felt a little shy and awkward in that position, knowing that as she took a step out, Jaxon would be able to see the full evidence of her arousal coating her bare wet sex. The thought of it made more cream run out from her.

  "Jaxon. Maybe we should move to the bed." She looked around her legs at him.

  He wasn't looking anywhere but the view between her legs. "Not yet." One of his hands came up to caress the base of her spine, pressing her down further.

  She had no choice but to slap her hands flat into the plush executive suite carpet to keep her balance as he leaned in and took a long swipe over her sex lips.

  "Ah… oh." Her eyes closed at the amazing feel of his tongue gliding over her sex.

  Slipping in between the puffy labia, he grazed just below her clit and groaned, expressing his enjoyment.

  Up and down, he laved and swirled his agile tongue over her pussy.

  Whimpering and shaking, she was drowning in please. If her sex were a canvas, he was an artist. He titillated and teased her in ways and places no other had. No area was off limits to him. Jaxon buried his tongue in her sex, thrusting in along her walls, twisting and flicking along the sensitive pathway. The fingers on his free hand stroked her and squeezed her clit, just the right amount to cause a bolt of pain, only to soothe it by sucking it into his mouth. He then drove one or two fingers into her pussy, curling them down to skim that heavenly spot that had her begging and trembling.

  "Please, Jaxon… I need to come." As soon as she started pleading, he removed his hand, keeping her on edge.

  "Not yet." He smacked one of her ass cheeks, hard.

  She cried out.

  When his thumb invaded the tight ring of her back entrance, she gasped, but her shock turned into pleasure as he circled and tapped her clit.

  It made her crazy with lust. She found herself rocking back into him, whether he was using his tongue, burying his fingers in her sex, or stretching her ass. It all brought her to higher delirious rungs of pleasure.

  "Jax… Jaxon… I can't… I can't—" She was shaking hard, strung tight. Her climax was going to happen whether he allowed it or not.

  Two more smacks to her ass caused sparks of heat from her backside into her pussy, inciting her need.

  "Come then." At his words, he used all his technique to carry her over. One finger was in her ass, another in her sex, and his mouth was latched on to her clit.

  There was no doubt in her mind she was being taken, and it satisfied something deep in her core that pushed her over the final pillar of passion. She came, a turbulent storm took over her body and she cried out and bucked, caught between his mouth and hands.

  The orgasm ripped her strength from her, her knees buckled as she toppled onto Jaxon's lap. He forced his knees out, pushing hers wider.

  On all fours, her hips over his, she moaned loudly as he guide his dick into her. Her sex was still quivering in aftershocks as he worked his way in.

  "You pussy is so good, sweetness. A fucking treat I could taste again and again."

  "Fuck me, Jaxon." She'd had his mouth, enjoyed it thoroughly, but now she needed his big cock plowing into her. "Please."

  "Anything you desire, babe." Holding her hips, he pulled out, then thrust deeper. He kept up the steady pace until he was seated all the way in.

  It was glorious. He was glorious.

  She bounced on his thighs as he pumped along her walls, hitting her deep. His hands came around her waist and cupped her breasts. He was squeezing her breasts and plucking her nipples. In his hands, her whole body was an instrument of pleasure.

  "Don't stop."

  "Never. I'm going to fuck your tight pussy tonight until neither of us can walk." He shuttled his shaft over and over into her, punctuating his words.

  A second climax was racing through her. This time, she wanted him to join her. Lowering herself to her elbows so her ass was higher, she worked herself up and down his length and met him at each thrust.

  "Yes… yes, take me," he commanded, his voice tight with the tension of his own impending release.

  The feel of his hot seed filling her up and coating her walls was just what she needed to take her over the cliff.

  They both shuddered and filled the room with the sound of their heavy breathing.

  He pulled out from her, then brought her around in his arms. She found herself cradled in his lap, returning his kisses. Her musk was combined with the sporty scent of his bath wash on his skin. She was sure she smelled like a combination of them, too.

  She liked the sound of that—them. Instead of allowing her mind and heart to travel that route, she pulled back and smiled at him. "Was this it? You good?"

  "Hell, no." He chuckled, seeing her words for the teasing they were meant to be. Rising with her in his arms, as if the effort was as easy as lifting a sack of potatoes, he walked them to the bed. "This night is far from over, darlin'."

  "Oh, good." She was placed on the foot of the bed.

  "Let me get us something to drink." He moved to the refrigerator.

  His ass was perfect—round and tight with flexing muscles. The man's swagger was all confidence and command. It said 'don't fuck with me', as well as, 'I've got the skills to fuck you right'. And he did. Just watching him strut with such authority and strength had her nipples tight and her sex throbbing. She pressed her thighs together as he headed back to her with a bottle. His cock was still semi-erect. She thought about ways to bring it fully back to life again.

  She spotted a tattoo on his back, but by the time she stopped staring at his ass, she'd missed seeing what it was. It was big, just an image and some words.

  He took a long draw from the bottle before handing the second half to her.

  "Tonic water?" She frowned.

  "If you don't want to throw a cramp in the middle of sex, I suggest you hydrate and replenish your sodium levels."

  "No bananas, huh?" She tipped the drink to her lips.

  "No." His laugh was hearty. He stood there and waited until she'd finished.

  She shook the empty bottle before him as she swallowed the last of it.

  "Good girl." He bent and kissed her lips before he went and set it on the nightstand.

  Crooking a finger, she called him over.

  "You beckoned." He stood before her ag

ain.

  "Yes. I enjoyed you pleasuring me so much, I thought I'd return the favor." She scooted along the bed, closer to him.

  "A woman who gives as good as she gets." He brushed the side of her face with the back of his knuckles. "Where have you been all my life?" He winked.

  She was wondering the same thing. Pushing that thought away like the others that tried to make this night more than what it was, she took hold of his cock.

  Up and down, she stroked his length. His red, bulbous crown began to darken as more blood filled his shaft at her manipulation.

  Jaxon's hands were fisted at his sides, giving her the lead. She was thrilled by the high of it. She leaned in and swiped at the pearl droplet formed in the small opening. His taste and a hint of hers exploded in her mouth. She wanted more.

  Opening her mouth wide, she took him inside. His girth stretched her mouth as it had done to her sex. The size of him gave her pause, but it didn't stop her. She was on a mission to give him as much satisfaction as he gave her.

  He glided along her tongue and pressed against the back of her mouth. Like with her pussy, it took her a few times to get her throat to relax enough to take him deeper. She had no illusions of getting all of him in. Hell, no. She was good at giving head, but she wasn't a porn star.

  "Ah, fuck, sweetness, your mouth feels so good sucking me." His hands sank into her hair. He wasn't forcing her, but holding on.

  A part of her wanted him to take charge, pumping into her mouth. In sex, she had enjoyed it in the past, but kept herself reserved. With Jaxon she wanted to let loose, give in to him and let him rule her body.

  Pulling back, she stroked him with her fist and played with his balls with her other hand. "Fuck my mouth, Jaxon."

  She figured she must have shocked him, the way he stared down at her. His hand flexed in her hair but let go just as quick.

  "I don't want to hurt you, Kerrigan. You have me so wound up right now."

  "You won't. This will please me. Show me what pleases you."

  He bent forward and kissed her swollen lips. "You please me." Even saying that, he still straightened up and gripped her hair as he brought her mouth back to his dick. "Open up, buttercup."

  She smiled up at him before she parted her lips and allowed him to guide into her.

  His thrusts were short, choppy at first, as if he were still hesitating—concerned for her. "Keep your fist at the base so I don't go too far, okay?"

  There was no way she could even mumble a response with his thickness filling her mouth. She simply nodded just enough for him to see. She moved her fist up and down just a little, and loved watching his lids slide closed and hearing him inhale deeply.

  When his eyes opened, he locked his gaze with hers as he wrapped the long strands of her hair around his fist and began to thrust. His tempo picked up as he banged into her mouth, the broad crown working along her throat muscles.

  In ways she couldn't imagine, she was loving it. Loving seeing this man unleashed. His eyes were almost black was passion and his face was tight with pleasure. It was a wonderful sight to behold.

  The fact that his eyes weren't closed moved her. He wasn't imagining she was someone else, but he was locked on her, seeing her. The woman fulfilling his base desire. She worked hard to stay relaxed and focused on breathing through her nose.

  Shudders wracked his body. His breathing became harsher as he growled through his pleasure.

  "I'm so damn close." His hands gripped tighter, making her scalp burn from the pull of his hold.

  But it excited her even more. She'd given head plenty of times, but the act had just been that, an act. Something she knew the guy she was with would get off on, but it had done nothing for her. However, this time her body was on fire. She was so turned on, the covers beneath her were soaked with her pleasure.

  Lowering the hand from his sac, she placed it between her legs and started gliding it along her sensitive, wet slit. She was close to coming. As much as she wanted Jaxon to fill her mouth with his cream, she wanted him deep inside her. Without him, she felt empty. Even pressing her own fingers inside didn't do the trick.

  Pulling out from her mouth, he let go of her, then stepped back. "I want to come, but I'm going to do it fucking you."

  She almost sighed with relief. She worked her jaw and licked her lips. "I need you inside me, Jaxon."

  "That's exactly what you are going to get." He took her hand from between her thighs and licked her fingers clean. "So good."

  The feel of his tongue circling her fingers had her whimpering. "Don't make me wait."

  "Never." Grasping her by the hips, he dragged her ass past the edge of the bed.

  With a cry, she toppled back.

  Jaxon stroked his cock up and down her lips, covering himself in her wetness. Arching his hips back, he drove into her.

  She grabbed the blanket as he thrust hard. There was no tempering this time, he was a man taking a woman. And she was woman enough to give it all back to him.

  He grunted and she moaned as the bed squeaked to their jostling in, around, and against each other.

  From one position to another, they couldn't get enough of each other. Jaxon had her on her stomach in the middle of the mattress with him stretched out above her, driving into her. She was rolled to one side with her top leg up over his shoulder as he pounded into her. He was on his back, head at the foot of the bed, with her riding him. The only demarcation of one position to the next was her climax.

  The man was relentless. He sucked her breasts, licked her pussy, and fingered her ass. No part of her body was off-limits to him.

  It electrified her beyond measure. Beyond reason. Beyond the body and straight into her heart.

  This was more than sex. It scared the shit out of her.

  Jaxon finally came and took her there again.

  When her climax lowered just enough for her to return to her right mind, she opened her eyes. Shock hit her. Not only because she hadn't considered how their position on the bed made it the perfect angle for the mirror to capture all of them. Her nails digging into the muscles running along his spine, her wrapped around him. It was an erotic sight to behold.

  However it was the Semper Fi arched over an eagle on the world with an anchor through the globe, a date below it—thirteen years ago.

  "You're a Marine?" Her words quivered as her body still felt the effect of the all-consuming orgasm.

  "Damn right." His eyes glowed with pride and passion. Setting his mouth on hers, he kissed her, taking possession of her mouth the way he did her body. "Is it a problem?" he growled.

  She caressed the side of his face as he brought them both back down to the bed. "No. Just thought you were Army or Air Force."

  "The fuck I—"

  After kissing him to silence his words, she leaned back. "You may want to watch that sexy mouth of yours if you want to keep your bed partner." She winked at him.

  He chuckled, then smacked her on the ass. But he kept his comments to himself. Wise man.

  "About us, Kerrigan."

  A yawn came up and out of her before she could stop it. "Excuse me."

  They'd pushed each other to the limit sexually. Her body was starting to give out and her mind was shutting down. She tried to form some thought about what he was talking about, but it was getting jumbled.

  "We'll talk in the morning." He arranged the covers over both of their naked bodies.

  She could imagine what he wanted to talk about. Sex between them was good. But continuing anything would be too risky. To her heart. Besides, she was leaving for good in a few days. And so was this Marine.

  "Maybe," she mumbled in response to him before she dropped into a hard sleep.

  Chapter Four

  The next morning, he watched her eyes part as she woke from his kisses. The sun was just coming up over the horizon as he settled between her soft thighs.

  "Morning, sweetness."

  "Jaxon." Her voice was husky and a little strained, the sound turning up his desire for her even more.

  Greater than that lust was his unexplainable need for her. He pressed the tip of his cock to her sex.

  "I don't think—"

  "You can, baby. Just once more. Slow and easy this time."

  'I can't,' never came out, as she parted her thighs a little wider allowing him more room.

  His hand was between her legs, circling her clit while he began to push his cock in.

  She jerked a little and winced.

  He felt like a true son of a bitch, knowing she was most likely sore from the night before. But his desire to be inside her, connect with her on the most intimate level, had him still gliding forward. When he pulled back then entered her again, his speed painstakingly slow, he loved the low moan and hiccups she made.

  Even though she had tried to put him off, her body was sopping wet, making his entry as smooth as a hot knife through butter. Still, he took care.

  Her body made room for him, enveloping him in her damp warmth. As she moved with him, he brought his hands up and captured hers. Pulling them down from his shoulders, he brought them over her head and linked their fingers. Their palms were pressed together.

  Gazing down into her captivating blue eyes, he wondered, "What is it about you, Kerrigan Morgan?"

  "I'm nothing special," she responded.

  He hadn't realized he'd spoken his internal thought out loud. However, hearing her words, he objected. "Then why can't I get you out of my system?"

  Instead of allowing the volley of words, he kissed her. Silencing both of their talk.

  "Open for me," he whispered between kisses as he felt her body start to liquefy and the shudders begin in her belly where it rested along his.

  He pressed deeper as she set her knees wide, giving him the freedom to thrust. He pulled all the way out, almost leaving her body, only to thrust in with one hard, slick glide. Every time he struck that golden spot within her she was crying out for more—her body twisting beneath him.

  Her eyes were closed tight, she cried out and moaned in his mouth from the pleasure.

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