Styx’s Stand: Men of Lakeview

by Adams, F. G.

  I swore after the one serious relationship I attempted went south, I would play the field and only think about settling down if the right man showed up. Which, by the way, hasn’t happened to date, but there is always an exception to the rule.

  Play the field, reap the benefits, and move on is my motto. I keep my heart intact, while my feminine parts get a much-needed workout with real equipment on a regular basis instead of the plastic toys stashed under my bed. It’s a win-win in my mind. One I’m very comfortable with.

  The dreamy man bends firmly, holding the handles on the wheelchair, raises his square chin in my direction, and pierces my soul with smoldering emerald eyes. I’m immobilized by the lustful energy pouring off him. An assurance on his part to deliver nights of uncontrollable passion.

  He straightens to his full six-foot-plus height, a highly attractive and completely desirable trait for my tall, lean figure. He’s built like a linebacker with broad shoulders to hold on to while riding into oblivion. Ooh la la. The generic Army green shirt outlines well-defined muscles along his torso. Camouflage pants cling to muscular built legs. I’m not disappointed when I zoom in on his lap; he’s packing some serious heat. His military-issued combat boots complete the badass vibes, and I begin my journey back up to his aesthetically pleasing mouth.

  He is drop-dead gorgeous. Dangerous. Black spiked hair cut razor sharp, a strong chin to suck, showcasing an ideal fuck-me smirk. Decision made. I’ll show you a good time. I need his name, rank, and digits.

  Once I drink my fill of the prime hunk of man in front of me, he lights my body on fire as he claims every inch of mine with a look that promises nights of unmentionable bliss. I squirm when his eyes land on my boobs. A red tongue slowly sweeps his juicy bottom lip and shiny white teeth clamp down, burying the groan fighting to escape. Damn, big boy. This is absolutely gonna happen.

  He stares at my lips, and visions of sugarplums dance as heart-pounding need surfaces. I’m caught. He’s reeling me in, pulling me toward the unknown man standing five feet away. He shakes his head and snaps out of the trance we both are under.

  I watch him coax the surly Grayson into the wheelchair as they take their leave. Thank you, Jesus. The temperature in the room was already stifling, sizzling hot, and I don’t know how much longer I could have endured being in the same room with this hunk of a man without jumping his bones.

  Later in the afternoon, I’m almost done with my shift when I feel someone watching me. I look around and land on a pair of intense green eyes. Fierce determination and sexual desire adorn his handsome face. When he motions with his chin, I’m walking a straight line in his direction. He’s reeling me in one step at a time. Each and every footfall I take draws me closer and closer to the promise of ecstasy this man is sure to deliver. Lust-filled excitement escalates my movements as I pick up speed.

  “Bless my aching heart. Aren’t you a sight for these sore eyes.” I glance around to see if anyone is paying attention to us and pull him into an alcove for privacy. “What’s your name, solider?”

  “Styx, ma’am.”

  “Styx, hmmm. Hey, studly Styx, my shift ends in ten. Wanna grab a bite to eat and hang out?”

  He smirks, and the dimples in his cheeks draw my attention. I’m a sucker for dimples, and his are sexy as hell. I lick my lips imaging running my tongue over his jaw line and into the crevice. Another wash of hunger and desire inundates my impatient body, resulting in a flush across my skin.

  “The only thing I wanna eat tonight is you, blondie. You on the menu?” Holy shit! I’m pretty sure my insides melted into a gooey pile of mush.

  My breathing escalates as I continue to stare, wondering if he tastes as good as he looks. Of course, he does, sweet as molasses or a caramel apple at the fall carnival back home.

  Then his words start pinging in my foggy brain, and little flutters as soft as butterfly wings kickstart in my belly. His naughty words spring me into action.

  “Oh my, sugar sweetness from up above,” I whisper, fanning myself as heat surfaces. “It’s go-time. Let me get my bag.”

  He chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, flexing the well-toned muscles I’m salivating over. He is gorgeous. For a girl like me, he could be deadly, but damn it all, my greedy libido aka girly parts win out in the end.

  “Don’t keep me waiting, blondie. I’m starving.”

  I rush back to the nurses’ station and clock out. The motivation from his wicked words along with a side of delight pump through my veins. In a snap, I’m back to where the sexy man is standing, and ready to leave.

  Chapter 3

  Lust is when the mind desires what the heart admires—undeniable, unattached sex ~ Styx Fuller

  The resounding slam of the door pulls me momentarily from the sensual haze. I went back to the hospital and found Savannah. The sizzling chemistry we shared in the small hospital room exploded into a full-blown raw craving neither of us could control.

  This time it’s different; it’s only us standing between our ecstasy and desire. The warm voluptuous body wrapped around me belongs to the woman of my wet dreams I’ve dubbed blondie. She’s a combination of a runaway model and 50’s pinup doll. Curves in all the right places. Not the boney, thin chicks of today. She’s healthy. This babe has tits the size of a juicy honey dew and lengthy toned legs. I thread my fingers around her long, sleek neck and devour her plump red mouth. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. Honeysuckles. My hunger consumes me, and I’m lost to the passion of her sexy frame.

  Oomph. I bump into the unforgiving plaster wall in my quarters, and rub my aching dick up and down the seam of her steaming, hot pussy. We both groan. The firm stroke has her strong thighs tightening as she searches for her own sexual pleasure, arching her back and moaning. A woman in need, aching for release. She’s on fire.

  From her perch, she releases me long enough to tear the sports bra up and over her head, tossing it in the opposite direction. Tan, silky skin appears. Baby pink nipples pebble from the cool air-conditioned room. She doesn’t stop there. She wildly pulls the hem of my T-shirt up the length of my torso. I prop her against the wall and lift my arms to the ceiling as she finishes the distance.

  Feminine manicured nails rake down my chest with an alarming intensity. The tip of her tongue travels behind the scored flesh, calming the trail of pain with unbridled pleasure. Her teeth latch on to an aching nipple. A wet tongue soothes the painful nip with a promise of more to come as she moves toward the other one. Fucking hell. My blond bombshell is kindling a raging forest fire.

  The overbearing instinct to plunge into her silky depths washes over me, as a strong wave of lust consumes my every move. Cupping her plump ass, I toe off my running shoes and turn in the direction of the bedroom. She bites down on my left pectoral, and the insistent chant to take her screams at me with every step I take. Her fingers delve lower as she unties the string holding up my BDU pants. The soft touch of her palm causes me to lose concentration on the mission, and I turn to bump sideways into the wall.

  “Fuck, blondie. You want me bad, don’t you? You want me sinking balls deep into that tight little pussy of yours—stretching you until you can’t handle the pleasurable pain of me invading your juicy, hot cunt.”

  “I want every fucking inch of you inside me, Styx. If you think you can handle me.”

  Her taunting words summon a burst of desire straight to the tip of my throbbing dick. With lust pulsing through my body, I maneuver us into the room and fall backwards onto the mattress.

  “Get naked. I don’t have the patience to seduce you. Right now, I want you squeezing me hard enough to send me straight to heaven’s door.”

  I haven’t finished the sentence when her work scrubs are gone and the strip of panties is thrown to the side. My mouth waters as my eyes feast on the most beautiful hairless pussy drenched with need and desire. Clothes gone, I lower myself to the end of the bed and pull her closer to view. Pretty, wet pink lips, and a plump little nub, red and needy. The first swi
pe of my tongue causes an intense longing for more. I press closer until the smell of her desire fills me and I devour the salty sweetness gushing from her core. Paradise. An oasis found in the sweltering desert.

  Without a conscious thought, she attempts to close her thighs to stop the building rush of the all-consuming climax, bordering the outskirts of her needy body, but I won’t relinquish the strong hold I have right above her knees. I exert just enough force for them to remain open to my onslaught. Not stopping until I satisfy the deep craving I have for the taste of this woman. Hungry for more, I’m relentless in my pursuit.

  I suck the blood-filled nub into my mouth and insert a finger into her firm pussy, locating her G-spot. It doesn’t take much until she’s screaming her release. My painful dick needs her, and I can’t put off being inside her any longer. The wait is over. Positioning myself in the cradle of her thighs, I grab my hurting shaft and aim for her primed channel.

  At first, her body rejects my large girth, still quivering from the shattering orgasm. I don’t stop and push further in until the blunt tip on my cock is surrounded by the warmth of her satin walls. Feverishly, her body sucks me in, encompassing me in a soft, silky vise of exquisite rapture. The sexual desire coursing throughout sends licks of fiery pleasure up and down my spinal cord. After a few heart-pounding seconds, I achingly slowly move out of her depths and fiercely bore into the heated bliss of her pussy, rotating my hips at the last second to bump her swollen clit with my pelvis. She thrashes beneath me like a wild thing, bumping and grinding, matching the furious pace I’ve set. She’s burning me up one exquisite thrust at a time.

  Rhythmic, powerful strokes deepen and my spine stiffens as the blood rushes to my groin and my balls tighten in expectation of the outcome. I’m so close to exploding inside her. The will to hold back weakens with every savory moan and touch she showers me with.

  The sounds of damp flesh meeting together ricochet off the small bedroom walls.

  My desire for her pleasure and her need before my own consumes every stroke. I quicken the brutal speed, pummeling her with a force to quicken her aroused state. The hasty mouthfuls of air ensure me the effort isn’t wasted.

  She lifts her knees, grabbing them underneath, widening herself as I piston into her. I rake my teeth along the length of her neck and down her shoulder blade. A moan of pure bliss escapes her parted lips. Her overheated pussy convulses, squeezing the wedge of flesh, pummeling her intensely sensitive muscles.

  With one last thrust, a surge of unknown protectiveness blankets me. She bows her back, melting us as one. I freeze, quaking at the overwhelming sensation of her milking me dry as my semen paints the walls of her dark haven.

  “You’re gonna kill me if it gets any better than that, blondie,” I say, breathing roughly while I attempt to catch my breath after the hard-core sex we shared. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks, crushing me flat as a pancake from my stupidity.

  “Fuck! I didn’t use a condom!”

  She releases a small sigh. “It’s okay, stud. Don’t worry. I don’t have any venereal diseases, and lucky for you, I can’t have children. I’m sterile.”

  “What the fuck do you mean?” I ask, worried by the sadness in her tone.

  “Ovarian cancer runs in the family. It’s a miracle I was born.” She nonchalantly shrugs. “The chances of me being diagnosed were too high to ignore, so I decided to have a hysterectomy when I was younger. Got left at the altar for making the choice. You win some and you lose some.”

  “I’m sorry.” What else could I say?

  She chuckles. “It was my decision, Styx. Not yours. I didn’t want to go through life worrying about when the cancer would show up. It’s a choice I can live with, and I have no regrets. I watched my aunt suffer and die. It was horrible. Nothing I wanted to deal with. There are millions of children out there needing a home. When I’m ready to settle down, I’ll adopt.”

  We are still intimately joined. The feeling of being a part of something bigger lingers in the recess of my mind. I don’t want to let her move, but she wiggles her hips enough to dislodge my semi-hard dick. She stands and moves around the room, collecting her discarded clothes.

  “I’m going to grab a quick shower and then head out.”

  I want her to stay, but I play it cool with a shrug and look the other way. “Whatever works, blondie. I’ll see you around, maybe.”

  Strong fingers grip my chin and my head is pulled around to face a very pissed-off Savannah. She’s got a strong hold on me, and her temper flies.

  “I’m on duty in four hours and I need sleep. If I stay here, it won’t happen, because the only thing I’ll be wanting is more of your hot, sexy bod and that talented tongue. No can do. I’ll be a walking zombie during my shift, and my patients deserve more. Besides, you can meet me after my shift and we can start where we left off.” She winks and strolls toward the bathroom.

  “You’ll be back, blondie?” I challenge.

  “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from you and what you’re packing, stud,” she promises with a chuckle and shuts the bathroom door.

  There’s just something about that woman that gets me every time her sassy little mouth opens. I wanna fill it with my twitching cock.

  Chapter 4

  Lust is one of the most dangerous things my mind can play with knowing the truth of what’s concealed underneath her clothes.

  ~ Styx Fuller

  Savannah in barely-there workout clothes is causing havoc in my sex-crazed head with all the new and difficult positions I want to fuck her in. Her graceful movements as she spreads her legs wide and raises that plump ass staring me in the face. Blood flows freely to the muscle apex of my thighs. The spandex I’m wearing under my gym shorts is strangling the life out of me, but it’s serving a purpose, concealing the predicament she’s caused. She stretches fingertips upwards and glances in my direction with a smirk. She knows. Little tease. She moves closer to Ella and lifts a free weight and lunges.

  Two can play that game.

  I return the favor. Blondie watches as I bench press the heavy barbell up and lock my elbows. Straining, I count to ten and slowly lower the bar to its resting place. The clanking noise it makes is loud in the small makeshift gym. There aren’t many military personnel in here at this time of day. I glance in her direction to ensure she’s following me. I move to the bicep curl station, straddle the bench, and begin a set of fifty reps with my squat face engaged. Tiny drops of sweat bead down my jaw. I use a towel to get rid of it and notice Savannah’s gaze is glued to my happy trail.

  Even at this distance, I can see the smoldering desire in her green eyes, observing me change positions and flex. I hadn’t given it a second notion; something so simple would have her panties soaking wet and bothered. And when she licks her bottom lip and bites down, my gut tightens as my dick comes to life. It takes years of self-discipline to shut down the raging hard-on she’s causing.

  Her movements are lithe, provocative. Bending low, squeezing her rack together, the sway of her hips as she nonchalantly walks to the next machine. She’s my wet dream come to life.

  We’re both tempting the other. My mind’s racing with new ideas to entice the siren.

  Savannah’s watching abruptly ends when the first tear falls from her friend, Ella. She snaps back to reality, hugging the smaller woman. Is it wrong to wish it were me she is comforting? In the eyes of the military, we can’t be together anyway.

  I continue to keep an eye on them, monitoring their situation until she resumes her workout. Her animated movements have me smiling. The woman loves to talk with her hands. When hers land on her hips, I wait for her next action. Ella and her are nose to nose, and they seem to be in a heated conversation based solely on their body language.

  “You’re gonna bore a hole in her ass the size of California if you keep ogling at it like that,” Johnny casually taunts.

  “If you know what’s good for you, you better not be looking at her ass, or you and I are gonna h
ave problems, Animal,” I growl under my breath.

  “Ah, hell. That’d be a negative, so put the green-eyed monster back in the box, bro. You know my bat swings for the other team, has been for many years,” Johnny mentions and continues his reps.

  “I don’t give a fuck what team you’re playing on. Just keep your damn eyes off her ass. There’s something different about her.” The idea of someone else looking at her doesn’t sit well with me.

  “Relax before you explode. I get that you’re into her. What’s not to like?”

  “She’s the whole package. A ball-of-spitfire woman who’s not afraid to live. And I just can’t get enough.”

  “Is that your dick talking?”

  “For the time being. The lives we live ain’t cut out for anything else.”

  “Maybe. Maybe not. None of us have crossed over that bridge yet. Hell, if Grayson has his way,”—he nods in Ella’s direction—“he’ll be married with babies within the year. Same thing could happen for you.”

  “I’m not looking for forever. She’s just a good fuck. Besides, she told me she can’t have kids.”

  “Now who’s being stupid?” he asks with a quirky grin.

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “That kind of woman”—he glances at Savannah—“wants acceptance from an equal partner. A man to acknowledge the real woman deep inside of her. She’s not gonna take any shit. You’ve caught the tiger by the tail, brother. Are you gonna let it go or tame it?”

  “I’m not gonna let her go anywhere until we play this out—gonna tame her.”

  When Ella hugs her and leaves, Johnny gives me a nod and trails behind her.

  Gathering my shirt, I wipe the sweat off the back of my neck and leave without looking back. I need her to chase me. I want to know she craves me as much as I do her. Rounding the corner, I stop and lean against the building to wait. Sure enough, a few minutes later she’s running full steam ahead. She yelps and tenses when I reach out from my hiding place and pull her to me, edging us into the shadows of the night.