General Misconduct

by L. A. Witt

  And when I did say the word…top or bottom?

  Holding him tighter, kissing him harder, I saw myself fucking him, and I saw him fucking me, and I didn’t know which way to go.

  “I’m not going to hurt you, Connor,” I heard him say, “I promise. That’s the last thing I want to do.” I couldn’t imagine any man on the planet being so gentle and attentive, or being so determined not to let me feel any pain. Maybe all guys were like that, maybe most of them were, but all I knew for sure was that this one was.

  As our lips separated, I whispered, “I want you on top.”

  Aiden shivered. “Are you sure?”

  I nodded. “Yes. I want you to—” I paused, heat rushing into my cheeks. “I want you to fuck me. Bareback.”

  He exhaled hard, shivering in spite of the tropical sun blazing over our heads. “God, you have no idea how bad I want you.”

  Drawing him in, I said, “Likewise.”

  “You can still say stop.” He dropped a brief kiss on my lips. “Any time.”

  I nodded.

  Then Aiden lifted himself off me and lay back on the blanket. Gesturing at himself, he said, “Get on top.”

  “But I—”

  “Trust me.” The gleam in his eyes made my mouth water.

  And I did trust him, so I moved on top, straddling him, and as he nudged my hips up, I realized what he had in mind.

  “This way you’re in total control.” Aiden slid his hands up my abs to my chest. “You decide how fast we go, how deep, everything.” As his thumb circled my nipple, he added, “And you can stop any time.”

  “I know.”

  “There’s lube in the bag.” He gestured at his backpack. “Could you grab it?”

  I leaned away and riffled around in the bag, quickly finding the small bottle. The clear liquid was almost blinding under the bright sun, and Aiden squinted as I handed it to him.

  “Guess they don’t make this stuff in ‘low glare’, do they?”

  I laughed, but the sound gave away my nerves, especially as I watched him pop the cap on the bottle.

  “Relax. This won’t hurt.” He handed the bottle back to me, and while I capped it and set it aside, Aiden put a little bit of lube on his fingers. Then he slipped his hand between us, and I shivered as his fingers drifted past my balls and toward my ass

  “Breathe,” he whispered.

  Closing my eyes, I slowly exhaled, and as I did, his fingertip circled my entrance gently, not pressing in, just being there and teasing. It was an odd sensation, being touched there, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

  Then there was some light pressure.

  And then the tip of his finger slid in.

  I gasped, tensing a little. “Fuck…”

  “Relax.” Aiden withdrew his finger but didn’t pull it away completely. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. Doesn’t hurt.” I shook my head. “Just…different.”

  His other hand ran up and down my thigh, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Just keep breathing and relax. If it hurts, we can stop.”

  I just nodded.

  He kept his hand on my thigh, and with the other, pressed against me again. The fingertip slipped in, out, in again. Then farther in, sliding a little deeper with each stroke as my body got used to the gentle invasion. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was reeling from the fact that he was fucking me, even if it was only with a finger, but I couldn’t hold on to that thought. I couldn’t hold on to anything except how good this felt.

  With his hips and his free hand, Aiden encouraged me to move, and before I knew it, my body was moving on its own, just like we both had while we’d been pressed together earlier. I wanted to feel his finger moving in and out, so I moved up and down, and, holy fuck, it felt good.

  And then he added a second finger. The slight burning, stretching sensation was…addictive. Not uncomfortable, like I thought it would be. It distantly registered as vague pain, but it felt good.

  I rode his hand faster. He curled his fingers, then pushed them apart a little, enough to intensify that stretching feeling, and I lost my breath.

  “Like that?” He sounded as winded as I was.

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  “Doesn’t hurt?”

  “Doesn’t hurt.” I moistened my lips and forced my eyes open. Oh my God, he was gorgeous, looking up at me like this, pupils blown and lids heavy. And shifting my gaze lower, I saw his thick, hard cock, between us but completely neglected. Meeting his eyes again, I whispered, “I want you. I want…” Words. Fuck. Needed to form words.

  “If you want me to fuck you,” he whispered unsteadily, “just say the word.”

  “Yes.”

  His fingers moved a little faster inside me. “You sure?”

  I nodded. “Yes. I’m sure. Aiden, please…”

  As he withdrew his hand, I bit my lip. There were still some nerves, some worries, but the only thing at the forefront of my mind was how badly I wanted his dick in me. At this point, I didn’t even care if it did hurt.

  Aiden nudged me up a little, and as he reached for the lube, the world spun around me. The sun was beating on my back, the sand shifting a little under my knees, but the only thing I really felt was the absence of him. As he stroked the lube onto his cock, I was damn near whimpering with not just anticipation but desperation. I’d had a little taste, I’d taken his fingers, but now that seemed as close to the real thing as when we’d been frotting earlier. It just wasn’t enough.

  I needed more.

  I needed his cock.

  The click of the lube bottle made me shiver. As he tossed it aside, the liquid glinted in the sun, but I noticed it for only a split second, because then Aiden was stroking more lube onto himself, and when our eyes met, I was sure I was going to come just thinking about taking the next step.

  “You ready for—”

  “Yes.”

  He grinned. “You have any idea how hot you are when you’re this turned on?”

  I licked my lips. “Goddammit, Aiden…”

  His grin broadened. I was sure he was going to tease me even more and drive me absolutely insane, but then, with a hand on my hip, he guided me up a bit more. Then he eased me down, and I gasped when his cock pressed against me.

  “Take it slow,” he said. “There’s no rush.”

  Easy for you to say.

  Still, I took the advice to heart. It was tempting to come down fast and take as much of him as possible, but I did as he told me.

  “Bear down a little,” he whispered.

  I did, and…

  God.

  Oh my God.

  The head of his cock slipped in. The stretching burned a little more than it had with his fingers, but it still wasn’t painful. Not even uncomfortable, really. It was fucking addictive.

  “Lift up a little,” he said.

  I did, and then, as he gently pressed on my hip, came down again. This time I took him deeper. Jesus, he felt incredible. A hundred people could’ve suddenly materialized on the beach, and I wouldn’t have cared.

  Aiden ran his hand up my side. “How does…how does that feel?”

  “Good.” Understatement. But I couldn’t articulate anything beyond that, couldn’t even think of anything beyond it. A little at a time, I inched lower, taking more of him.

  “Fuck, Connor…” He closed his eyes and exhaled, fingers twitching on my hips. “Fuck, you feel…” He trailed off in a moan.

  “This is amazing,” I slurred.

  “Mm-hmm.” He looked up at me, his expression somewhere between blissed out and delirious. “I knew it would be. Knew you would be.”

  I leaned forward and kissed him. I rested on my forearms, the sand shifting beneath the blanket as I kept rocking back and forth, riding his cock while we lazily explored each other’s mouths. He wrapped his arms around me, his skin almost as hot against mine as the sun beating down on my back.

  A shiver ran through me, and I broke the kiss with a gasp. Then I let my head fall besid
e his, my body moving like it knew what it was doing, even while I didn’t, and I struggled to catch my breath. God, even the scent of him—sweat, coconut sunscreen—turned me on.

  “Sit up,” he murmured in my ear. “Lean back a bit.”

  I sat up. Aiden did too. He wrapped his arms around me again, and he raised his chin to kiss me, and then he was in motion. No, that wasn’t right. I was. Rising and falling, riding him slowly because this position wouldn’t allow anything else. We kissed, and I moved, and between the sun and the sand and the skin and the sex, I was overwhelmed. Completely lost in him and in the orgasm that was building as Aiden’s cock slid easily in and out of me.

  A low, throaty groan vibrated against my lips. After a moment, I realized the groan had been mine. I’d had a million orgasms in my life, but the way this one was building was mind-blowing. The tension spread all through my body, my toes curling on top of the blanket and my back arching just right to press me against Aiden, and every time one of us moved with my cock between us, we created the most incredible friction.

  “Come for me,” he murmured, and as I threw my head back, he kissed my neck. “I know you’re close, Connor, I can feel it.”

  “F-fuck…” I dug my nails into his back, shivering when he pulled in a hiss of breath beside my throat. “God, Aiden, I’m so…so…”

  “Let go,” he pleaded. “I want to come, but not until—”

  That was it.

  I was gone.

  A tremor shot through me, and then Aiden groaned and shuddered, and I thought one of us released something like a sob as we gave in. I tried to keep riding him, but I had zero control over anything now. There was nothing I could do but hold on to him and come, and he managed to thrust up into me a few more times before he shuddered again.

  As my orgasm tapered, I sighed. My spine turned to liquid, so I slumped against him. He held me tight, and slowly we sank back onto the blanket. His stomach and mine were both wet with semen, and his cock was still inside me, and we were both so out of breath we couldn’t even kiss, so we just lay there, panting and shaking.

  And he’d been right. It didn’t hurt.

  And it was absolutely amazing.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Aiden

  “You okay?” I whispered in Connor’s ear.

  “Yeah.” He lifted himself up on unsteady arms. “You?”

  I caressed his face. “I feel great.”

  “Me too.” He came down and kissed me softly, then carefully rose off me. We both gasped as my cock slid free, and Connor collapsed onto the blanket beside me with an exhausted groan.

  I’d brought a few extra towels, which we used to clean ourselves up. Then I draped a larger beach towel over our waists—we had sunscreen on, but I wasn’t keen on a sunburned dick—and we lay on our sides, facing each other.

  Still breathing hard, he grinned at me. “Never thought my first time would be sex on the beach.”

  I laughed. “Well, I figured it would be…different.”

  “It was awesome.”

  “Good.”

  We held each other close and kissed lazily, savoring the afterglow. The sun was starting to get low in the sky, though, so after a while, we got up, shook the sand out of our clothes and dressed.

  I put the blanket, lube and unopened condoms in the backpack, and then looked around to make sure we hadn’t forgotten anything. “Looks like we’re ready to go.”

  “Yeah, but we don’t have to go quite yet.” He put his hands on my waist and kissed me. “And by the way, thank you. Today was… It was awesome.”

  I ran my fingers through his hair, brushing free a few grits of sand. “It was awesome for me too.” I paused. “And I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?”

  “No. Not at all.” His smile was equal parts shy and excited. “In fact, I’m looking forward to doing it again.”

  “Me too.” I wrapped an arm around his waist. “I get the feeling we won’t be seeing much of the island for a while.”

  Connor laughed. “None of it’s going anywhere. And there’s a million places I want to take you to snorkel, but after today, I don’t think we’d make it past the beach.”

  “We never make it past the beach anyway.”

  Connor laughed. “We have a few times.”

  “Yeah, but now…” I ran a fingertip down the side of his neck to his collar. “I think I’d rather do this than snorkel.”

  “But the stuff underwater is so cool.”

  “Mm-hmm.” I hooked my finger in his collar and tugged him toward me. “But you turn me on too much to care about that stuff.”

  “Point taken.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. “I definitely want to do this again.”

  “Me too.”

  Another kiss, and this one went on. And on. And on. Connor’s hands drifted up my back. Mine slid over his hips. He was getting hard again, and so was I.

  “If we keep this up,” I murmured between kisses, “we’re not going to get out of here.”

  “Well, damn.” Connor kissed me again. “Maybe we should take the blanket out again.”

  “Maybe we should.”

  ~*~

  Applying sunscreen as a form of foreplay had been hot. I hadn’t thought of doing that before, but in the moment, it’d seemed like a pretty damned good idea, and, really, I wasn’t going to say no to sliding my hands all over Connor.

  In hindsight, though, it occurred to me it might not have been the most practical idea. I winced whenever I moved in my chair and my shirt or my waistband brushed that strip across my lower back that hadn’t been adequately covered. Every time the starched collar of my uniform rubbed against the back of my neck, I felt like an utter moron.

  We’d put on sunscreen, but, of course, we hadn’t exactly made sure it was evenly distributed. We’d been so excited and caught up in Connor’s first time, we’d half-assed the sunscreen, and now… Well, I was burned. My right arm was almost completely unscathed. My left had a band of red starting just above my elbow and another up the back toward my shoulder, but my forearm was fine.

  Oh well. At least the burn hadn’t been too bad—enough for Shane and Gonzales to rib me about being hemmed up for destruction of government property, but not that bad. And burn or not, yesterday had been absolutely amazing. So much better than I’d imagined, and those fantasies had been incredible.

  Much as I liked being on top, I’d nearly always been the bottom. I’d just always been attracted to natural tops. And I didn’t mind. I loved being fucked.

  It had been a long time, though, since I’d been on top, and, Christ, I’d almost forgotten how much I loved being inside someone. For that matter, I couldn’t remember ever enjoying it as much as I had yesterday. Just thinking about the way Connor and I had fucked made me shiver. It had all been new to him, completely new, and every time his eyes had widened or his breath had hitched, I’d nearly gone crazy myself.

  He’d been in no hurry at all. He was turned on—my God, weren’t we both?—but maybe because everything was so new to him, he’d been perfectly happy to take our time. Maybe because it was all overwhelming, maybe because he’d wanted to savor every new experience. I didn’t know. All I knew was it had been unrushed and amazing.

  My phone vibrated and startled the hell out of me.

  We need to do that again.

  I laughed and answered: Yes, we do. Soon.

  Definitely soon. You off work at the usual time?

  Yes.

  See you then. ;)

  I grinned like a goddamned idiot. Just a few more hours. Maybe we’d fuck again, maybe we’d just fool around, or, hell, maybe we’d just find a restaurant or a castle or any place in the world and just sit and talk. I didn’t care.

  And when had any other guy given me this fluttery, giddy feeling? Never. I’d never felt it before. Not even for my deepest crushes or the two guys I’d ever been in love with. I couldn’t wait to see him. Couldn’t wait to do…whatever we ended up doing tonight. Snorkel, f
uck, eat, hike, talk. Didn’t matter. Just let me see him again.

  Just a few more hours.

  And in the meantime…

  Right. Work.

  I took a long drink from my ice-cold water bottle. This uniform would not hide a thing if I got carried away with my fantasies, so I needed to calm the fuck down before someone came into my office. Or before I had to go into anyone else’s office.

  Especially since it was time for my usual rounds to all the officers who needed to sign on dotted lines.

  Colonel Patterson. Captain Warren.

  And of course, General Bradshaw.

  I cringed at the sight of his name on some of the papers. Looking him in the eye had been tough enough since he’d caught me with Connor. Now that I’d had sex with him?

  Shaking my head, I gathered up the papers and started my rounds. I didn’t know why I was so freaked out. Connor and I had kept things on the down-low, and though Bradshaw never wasted an opportunity to give me a dirty look, as far as I could tell, he believed his son and I were obediently staying apart.

  But just for the sake of my sanity, I went to his office first to get that little visit out of the way. Stomach roiling, I knocked on his door.

  “It’s open.”

  I stepped into the room and handed over his share of the stack of folders under my arm. Then, as I always did, I stood there like an idiot in front of his desk, waiting for him to peruse everything I’d given him. This was part of my routine, one of the things I hated with any of the officers I dealt with on a daily basis, but with Bradshaw it drove me insane. Though I’d finally accepted that he didn’t suspect anything between Connor and me, just being in the same room with him made me nervous.

  Bradshaw gave me an icy glare as he handed me the folders. He didn’t let go of the folders. For a few unsettling seconds, we both held on to the folders like we were engaged in a paper tug-of-war. Then he released the folders.

  “Dismissed, Ensign.”

  “Thank you, sir.” Almost in the clear. I turned to go, trying not to look like I was in too big a hurry. Sprinting for his door and tumbling out into the hall would be less than conspicuous.

  As I reached for the doorknob, Bradshaw spoke again.