Military Romance Collection

by E Cleveland

  I step toward her and start to wrap my arms around her, but Abbie stands up tall and shrugs me off. “Don’t do that,” her voice is like an Arctic blast of air on this hot day. “Let’s just go back in, I already feel stupid enough,” she hangs her head and sniffles.

  I want to tell her I’m sorry, but I think I’m doing the right thing here. I don’t mean to hurt her feelings, but it’s obviously too late for that. Instead, I pick up her bear stick and hand it to her. Collecting the almost empty booze bottle and my journal with my drawing of a much happier Abbie inside, I lead the way back to the cabin.

  The walk back is silent. It makes a short hike down the hill feel painfully long, but I can’t think of anything I can say right now that’s going to heal her bruised ego.

  As we reach the door I breathe a sigh of relief. At least I can make her some dinner and hopefully forget about the whole thing. I open it for her and can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t trust myself to face her.

  Abbie sighs and marches past me, “I’m not hungry,” she announces and slumps down on the bed.

  It’s probably best that she sleeps this off, but I still feel like a cyclone of conflicting emotions is swirling around inside. In my heart, I know I made the right call, but I’ll be damned if my body isn’t fighting me on it. Between Abbie’s hurt feelings and my own intense needs, I can’t help but feel like I’m the real loser of the night.

  Nice guys finish last, right? Or in my case, they don’t fucking finish at all.

  27

  Abbie

  I wake with a jolt and my eyelids fling open. My vision adjusts to the darkness and the familiarity of Cole’s cabin as it slides into focus.

  How did I get here?

  I try to conjure the memory, lying perfectly still, as if any motion would be enough to scare it away.

  Through the haze of my mind, I see the drawing. It was surprisingly beautiful, I never imagined anyone seeing me that way.

  The kiss suddenly flashes behind my eyes like a nuclear blast, making my body hum with heat and excitement, filling me with an overwhelming urgency I’ve never experienced before.

  I slide out of the bed and look over at Cole. Even when he’s sleeping peacefully he looks rugged and strong. I have to force myself to stop staring at the way his brown hair falls across his forehead and how his chiseled jaw looks against the pillow. With the blankets pulled up over his shoulder, I can’t make out any more of his beautiful body, but my pussy clenches just the same. My body knows every defined muscle on his burly frame and wants to feel every single one strain against me as he makes me a woman.

  Making my way outside, I grab a jug of water and pour myself a glass. The cool liquid pours down my throat as I try to make the parched, raw sensation go away.

  Wait, is this a hangover? I always thought that you felt sick and got a headache. I feel fine, except for my unquenchable thirst. Gulping down another glass, I try to piece together fragments of yesterday.

  I cringe as the jagged puzzle pieces slowly form into a full and mortifying picture. Cole’s stinging rejection becomes sickeningly clear in my mind. He turned me down. Emphatically at that. Embarrassment burns in my cheeks as I recall how I threw myself at him. And how he refused me.

  I want to push it all away. Erase it from my mind. I wish I had gotten more drunk, or that I would’ve woken up with amnesia. Anything to take away this humiliation.

  I sneak back inside and climb into bed, closing my eyes, trying to will myself to forget. However, the details keep coming back to me. It’s like that game Whack-a-mole, as each painful moment of Cole’s rejection pops its ugly head up in my brain, I try to beat it back down.

  I look over at him. His large hand is stuffed under his chin. I remember how that hand easily circled my wrists, holding my arms down as he lay on top of me. A new feeling sweeps away my self-pity… desire.

  I bite my lip and heat blooms from my belly, spilling over between my legs as my pussy grows slick. My hand begins to creep down over my stomach, desperate to ease the ache building inside me. As I reach the waistband of my pants, I look over at Cole and stop.

  Why am I doing this? I’m lying in bed next to the man I want and I’m going to masturbate thinking of him? No. This is stupid. I’m done letting my shyness take everything I want from me. I’m done being the good girl who gets nothing but heartache for her trouble. I’m done with never getting what I want.

  But, he turned you down. He doesn’t want you.

  The thoughts bring me back to reality with a stinging slap. It’s true, I lie back, defeated. He did stop me. But, maybe that just means I’ll have to make it impossible for him to resist. A smile pricks at the corners of my lips as a naughty plan forms. Before I have a chance to talk myself out of it, I strip down completely bare and pull the blankets on top of me.

  “Cole,” I practically sing his name. He doesn’t move though. He’s still deeply sleeping. I guess I’m going to have to make sure I wake him up. My heart beats like I just ran wind sprints as I roll over and face him, letting the palm of my hand ease against his chest.

  I swallow hard and will myself to continue. Lying here with your hand on his chest isn’t how you get him interested, I chide myself. Stop letting your inhibitions own your experiences. Live a little!

  I slide my fingers down over his toned body, hesitating as I reach the edge of his pants. Taking a deep breath, I keep going until my hand is firmly holding his morning wood. My eyes grow wide as I restrain myself from diving my hand in under his pants to explore his dick more thoroughly.

  “Cole,” I grab him despite the fabric barrier between us and jerkily move my hand over his bulge.

  Cole’s eyelids spring open and he grinds his hips forward, pressing into my hand. I can see the feral hunger in his eyes dominating him, and it sends a long, deep shiver through me. No man has ever looked at me like that before. It’s so primal, my pussy grows even wetter and I bite my lip.

  “What are you doing?” His voice is gravelly and rough. For a moment, I almost drop my hand and retreat on my little tough girl act. Instead, I double down, pressing my hand against his thick cock.

  I curl my fingers around the ridge and look into his eyes, “What does it feel like I’m doing?”

  Before he can answer, I toss back the blankets and reveal my naked body to him. I watch something flash in his eyes as I lie on my back and slide my hands up over my tits, giving my nipple a little tug between my fingers and thumb. I keep inching my other hand down over my skin until I reach my soaking pussy. Tracing a line over my lips, I press my fingers between them as I arch my back and open my pussy for him to see how turned on I am. “If you aren’t going to touch me, I thought you should at least have to see what you’re doing to me,” I answer him huskily.

  28

  Abbie

  Cole’s eyes are locked on the untouched space between my legs as if he’s hypnotized. For a moment, I worry that I broke something inside him. He doesn’t move. He barely even breathes. He just stares.

  I dip my finger into my pussy and graze over my sensitive nub, letting out an involuntary moan as I imagine him touching me.

  “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” Cole growls. “You’re being a very bad girl right now, aren’t you?”

  I glance at him with a smirk and roll my nipple before opening my legs as wide as I possibly can so he can’t miss a single thing I’m doing. “Yeah,” I breathe the word. “Well, maybe I’m tired of being a good girl, Cole. I’m tired of living life in a bubble. If it’s naughty to want you to fuck me, then I’ll be your bad little girl.” I grind up against my hand as I tease my clit.

  Cole suddenly springs up in bed, startling me. Before I have a chance to say a word, he grabs me and moves over the edge of the bed. His fingers dig into my wrists and he drags me over his lap, “You want to be naughty, sweetheart?” He doesn’t hold back as he delivers a stinging slap to my bare ass. “Do you think it’s been easy for me to keep my hands off you?” He sharply brin
gs down his hard palm against my tender butt and I cry out and squirm to move away from the pain. “Do you think this is all just a game, Abbie? That you can just toy with me?” He spanks me again and again until tears form in the corners of my eyes.

  “No!” I sob. “I’m not trying to toy with you, I want you Cole. I want you to take my virginity. I want you to make me yours,” I wait for his hand to clap down against my flesh again, but it doesn’t. Instead, Cole soothes my skin by rubbing his hand flat over my red ass. I lie over his knee, and moan as I open my legs a little. His thick fingers trail over the curve of my ass and slide over my pussy, teasing me as he just barely grazes the surface.

  The pain dissipates and the blooming heat of bliss begins to radiate through me as Cole drags his finger across my entrance. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs approvingly.

  I push down the shyness that tries to overcome my senses. The part of me that would normally cringe away from having my body, having my secret desires, analyzed like this. I know all too well where that path leads, the safe one, the risk free one, where I clam up and Cole backs off. The one where I live with the regret of not going through with this for the rest of my life.

  No.

  Not today.

  “I’m wet for you, Cole,” I whisper and squirm against his hard cock pressing in against my belly.

  Cole gives my ass another unexpected slap and I yelp with surprise. “Get down on your knees, Abbie. I’m gonna put my cock in that sweet little mouth of yours and give you a taste of what I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy with,” he guides me down to the ground in front of him. I sit on my haunches with my hands on my knees watching obediently as he undoes his pants. I can’t hide the shock on my face as his dick is released and swings under its own weight, almost slapping my face.

  I know I’m staring, but I’ve never seen a hard cock in real life before. I can’t stop studying it, the way the veins protrude from the shaft, like a roadmap leading to pleasure. I let my eyes travel over it hungrily, slowly trailing upward like a mountain climber reaching the summit of Everest. The large head of his dick has a single bead of clear liquid on top, I lean over him and swipe it off with my tongue as Cole groans.

  “Open your mouth, Abbie,” he demands, grabbing my hair and pulling my face toward his lap.

  I don’t need to be asked again, I want to feel his member on my tongue. I press my lips over him, breathing hot air over his cock and flatten my tongue so he can slide inside my mouth. I’m not really sure how to give a blowjob properly, so I’m happy when Cole shows me what he wants by guiding my head up and down his thick shaft with one of his hands on each side of my head.

  As he pulls my face deeper into his lap, I can hear him making deep, guttural noises of approval that keep me going. I love that I can make him feel this way. It’s an incredible sense of power to know that I can reduce him to an incoherent string of noises by only using my mouth.

  Cole pulls my hair back and my lips slide off of him with a pop. I look up at him as his eyes flash at me.

  “Get up here,” he extends his hand and helps lift me to my feet, pulling me to the bed. “On your hands and knees,” he demands.

  I climb up onto the bed and face him on all fours and a smirk splashes onto his face. “Not like that,” he flips me around so my ass is in his face. “Perfect.” He slides his hand over the backs of my thighs with approval.

  Self-consciousness begins to swirl inside me as I wait for Cole to do something. To say something. For something… anything to happen.

  “Put your head on the bed, keep that ass up. Understand?” I feel his broad hand press down between my shoulder blades as I drop my head down and lay the side of my face flat against the blankets. Cole slowly slides his hand over my ass before I feel his soft tongue flicker between my lips. I moan into the comforter and open my legs a little wider as he delves between my lips and gives me a long, wet lick from my clit back to my center, then past it and up to my asshole. A jolt runs through me. I never expected him to kiss me there. I try to relax as he tongues my ass, twisting against my puckered hole. It feels intense, and just as I start to get used to it, he stops and buries his face in me from behind and begins licking and sucking my clit.

  Cole slides back until he falls to his knees on the floor and digs his fingers into my hips, pulling me back until my pussy is resting on his mouth. He licks his finger and presses it against my asshole as he continues to flicker his tongue over my sensitive nub. He pushes against me slowly, until my ass accepts his finger and makes me feel really full. Cole slides another finger into my pussy and I can feel the vibration as he grunts against my clit. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growls as my pussy stretches to accommodate his finger.

  If that’s what only one of his fingers feels like, what is his dick going to feel like? Nerves flutter over me at the idea, but Cole quickly licks me to distraction. He slowly fucks my ass and pussy with his fingers as he eats me out. The intensity of each sensation is overwhelming and it isn’t long before the heat pooled in my belly seems to splash outward, and an insane orgasm shudders through me like the crashing waves of the ocean, receding into the tiny ripples of a stone thrown into a pond.

  Cole stands up behind me and I slump over onto the bed, rolling onto my side, I can see his still hard cock exposed from his open pants.

  “Please Cole,” my voice is raspy as I beg him.

  “Please what?” He looks amused as he slides his hand down over his cock and smirks down at me.

  “Please, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me,” I swallow hard and look up at him. Even though he just gave me the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced, my body is crying out for more. I won’t be satisfied until he fills me with his huge cock.

  Cole’s eyes darken and he frowns. “I don’t have any condoms,” his eyebrows furrow. “And I can’t imagine you’re on birth control, are you?”

  I shake my head from side to side, “can’t you just not finish inside me?” I ask hopefully, I can’t give up this easy. Not after getting this close.

  Cole raises an eyebrow playfully and nods. “If you’re sure this is what you want,” he searches my face carefully.

  “It is,” despite the quiver I feel inside me, my voice stays calm and firm.

  Cole doesn’t refuse me this time. He peels off his shirt, revealing his thick, muscular chest. Next, he tugs his pants down, exposing his cut, powerful thighs. Not that I spend much time looking at his legs. Not when he has a monster third leg swaying at attention to distract me.

  Cole climbs onto the bed next to me and runs his hand over my hair, “Are you sure, Abbie? You’re going to be leaving soon and you’ll never see me again. I don’t want you walking away with regrets,” he levels me with his eyes.

  “The only thing I would walk away from here with is the regret of not giving myself to you,” I answer him honestly. I don’t tell him about how the bigger regret would be to leave him behind. To walk out of his life is something I can’t begin to let myself imagine.

  “Okay,” he answers and the mattress heaves under us as Cole moves between my legs.

  29

  Cole

  I slide between her thighs. They’re so soft, just like the rest of her. Her skin is silky and smooth, it feels perfect against me. Grabbing my cock by the base, I slide it along her slit, rubbing it against her clit as she throws her head back and arches her breasts up.

  I hover over her. Dropping my mouth to her nipple, I suck it into my mouth and thrash my tongue over it the same way I just did to her clit. Rubbing my cockhead between her lips, her nectar coats me, preparing me to take her virginity.

  I ease down onto her body and hold my cock at her entrance as she squirms against me, trying desperately to press her pussy down onto me. She’s not in control though, I’m running this show.

  “I’m going to fuck your tight pussy, Abbie,” my voice is thick. “I’m going to take what’s mine, do you understand?” She nods at me, not saying a word and I p
ush the head of my cock in just past her lips. I watch her eyes grow wide as I just barely enter her. My God she’s tight, I can already feel her squeezing down against me and I’m barely touching her.

  “Are you okay?” I look down at her.

  “Mmhmm,” she responds and I thrust myself inside her with as much self-control as I can muster, but I know I’m taking it fast. Her pussy contracts around me, like a warm hug as I squeeze my eyes shut and find the strength to stop myself from bursting through her hymen ruthlessly. Somehow, I manage to pull back out, almost the entire way and slide inside again, a little easier this time, but I still stop before burying myself all the way in.

  “Are you ready?” I nip her earlobe and look down at her beautiful face. “This is going to hurt you, but I’m going to try to be gentle, okay?”

  “I’m ready,” she answers, but I can see the nervousness dancing over her features. I kiss her tenderly and press my cock into her with control. As my tongue pushes in past her lips and dances with hers, I thrust my cock inside her, pushing until her hymen gives way and I’m completely buried in her core.

  Abbie cries out in my mouth and tears slide down her cheeks as her pussy clenches around me. I kiss away the fat tears and pull back a little only to fuck her deeper. “That was the worst part, it’s over now,” I soothe her.

  Abbie opens her eyes and I can see a softness looking up at me. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer and I thrust into her rhythmically. She closes her eyes again, but this time she throws back her head and moans, giving me permission to fuck her faster and harder. I stop holding myself back, pumping into her little pussy, enjoying the warmth and the tension on my cock.