Fraternizing (14 page)

"Yes,
Sergeant," he answered in a hurry.

I walked briskly
out the door, turning to my right and circling the building before making my
way up the stairs. Strolling the outside, I was thankful to find no late
night/early morning barracks shenanigans taking place. Even if everyone wasn't
asleep, the barracks were quiet which was always a welcomed sound.

As I turned the
last corner of the walkway, I found myself only inches away from Bennett's
room. My steps slowed, my hands began to sweat, and my stomach formed into a
contortion of thick, tightly twisted knots, waiting for someone to come and end
my fucking misery.
Stretching my arms didn't help a damn
thing
,
it actually made it worse
. As I
outstretched my arms, the tight material of my shirt clung to my biceps, the
nervous perspiration helping to lock it down. I looked around, swallowed hard,
then
looked around again. My mind kept telling me to
retreat, but the powerful feeling coming from the headstrong muscle in between
my legs kept telling me to stop being a pussy and walk in there. It was time to
finally get what it was that I had been denied for far too long. I wanted to
listen to my cock and my cock only, but my mind was a powerful piece of shit,
killing the thoughts of walking into that room and having my way with Bennett.

What if she
didn't want it? There would be a sexual harassment charge waiting for me,
ending my fucking
career
as I knew it and the end of
me as a free man. It would mean the end of my life because without the Corps, I
was nothing. As my mind began to power through the strangle hold that my cock
had on me, I walked away from her room, rubbing my face at the disappointment
that I had with myself for allowing my dick to lead the way. Nothing good comes
when your cock does all of the thinking. Nothing.

I walked away,
feeling defeated and triumphant, and sure as shit confused. Just as I was about
to turn the corner, another thought popped into my head, forcing me to stop and
turn
around.
If she didn't want me, then why would she
put herself out there for me? The mixed signals were driving me bat-shit crazy,
and I was going to burst out of my pants if I didn't figure this shit out soon.

I stood before
her
room,
sweat coating my hands and now my face as I
pulled out my key ring with the keys to all of the barracks rooms in the
building. I fumbled with them, finding it hard to keep my grip as I moved key
after key, trying desperately to find the one to her room and get inside before
anyone could see me.

What was I going
to do once I was inside? I wasn't sure on that, but at that moment all I wanted
to do was get in there and satisfy the
deep seated
hunger and need that I had for her. Everything below my waist wanted to have
her, to touch her, to feel her, to own her. I wasn't about to let this shit
fester any longer. So without allowing my mind to give it another thought and
somehow make me back out, I grabbed the key to her room, stuck it into the
keyhole and turned. Slowly pushing the door open, I found myself in the doorway
while she slept peacefully in her bed, the moonlight streaming into the room,
hitting her and putting her angelic form on full display.

That sweet
vanilla smell that always seemed to wrap me up and knock me senseless charged
me at full force as I stepped further in, quietly closing the door behind me. Ruiz
wasn't supposed to be back, but just in case, I did a quick sweep of the room
to make sure my plans wouldn't be spoiled. She was out as planned, putting a
sinister grin on my face. Thoughts of finally getting my hands all over
Bennett's picture perfect body did that to me. As I strode over to her bed, I
began wondering what the fuck my next move should be.

I'd wake her,
only after stripping all of my own clothes off, and take her without her even
being able to speak a word.

The second that
thought entered my head, my cock jumped, but I abandoned it, knowing good and
damn well that it was a horrible idea.

I couldn't just
stand there like a perverted stalker; I had to think of something.

She tossed and
turned a hell of a lot in her sleep. The tiny tank top and matching shorts that
she wore, her gorgeous sun-kissed legs sprawled out all over the bed, had me
staring at her for far too long. My eyes were enjoying the show, but my hands
were beginning to itch now, and my cock, which was thrumming with need, wanted
me to do something to end the agony piling up inside. Before I could give it
another thought, I sat down on the edge of her bed, leaned over, and began
trailing kisses from one shoulder over to the next. She squirmed a bit but
didn't stop me.

As my lips made
their way to her other shoulder and then back to the center, just below her
neck, my hands trailed over her shoulders, pulling down the straps of the tank
top that was so gracefully hindering my ability of getting to one of her most
beautiful and luscious assets. She mumbled something that I couldn't make out,
making me freeze for a second, but then continued to
lie
there, so I took it as my invitation to go even further.

As I worked the
tank top down, her beautifully sculpted back was presented to me, and I wasted
no time kissing every inch of her that I could get my lips on. The moonlight
shining into the room highlighted small traces of her back, almost pointing out
the areas that needed my attention most. I grabbed her beautiful blonde hair,
the feel of it soothing something deep inside of me. Pushing it aside, I placed
harder kisses on her back and up her neck while snaking my hands around and
grabbing hold of her tit. The feel of it in my hands again after wanting it for
so long caused me to lose my breath, sending my heart into an erratic beat that
couldn't be slowed. I exhaled loudly, causing her to stir and turn over.

 
She gazed up at me.

"Shh…"
I said, staring down into those beautiful green eyes that seemed to melt me
every time they peered at me.

She looked
around the room, a sense of panic going off in her eyes as I worked to calm her
down.

"Ruiz is
gone. No need to worry about her," I whispered, holding her face in one of
my hands. Her baby soft skin was so incredibly addicting that I found my hand
running up and down her cheek, loving the feel of it.

"What are
you doing? We could get in so much trouble."

"I'm not
worried about that right now," I quickly answered as I continued to remove
her tank top from her body. Her tits sensually revealed from the confines of
the fabric, begging me to place my mouth around them. Since I was such a
gentleman, I had no desire to deny her of anything she wanted from me at the
moment.

My mouth was on
one tit while my hand squeezed and massaged the other. The way it filled every
inch of my mouth, the silkiness of her skin, the firmness of her tit, sent my
mind over the edge with excitement as I finally got to taste something that had
been haunting me since I first laid eyes on it. Running my tongue around the
outer edge of her nipple, her panting picked up as her hands gripped onto my
back, tugging and pulling with each suckle that I gave. The more she tugged,
the more vigorous I allowed my tongue to sweep over her. I didn't give two
shits that I was still in uniform and that she was probably ruining it at this
moment. All I cared about was ending this craving that I had for her and making
sure that she enjoyed every fucking second of it.

I quickly
swapped tits, moving to the other and giving it the attention from my mouth
that its counterpart had just experienced. My hand grabbed the other, holding
tightly as I licked her up like a lollipop. Her pants turned to low moans as
her hands moved to my head, trying desperately to grab my hair. The sounds of
her pleasure made me want to give her so much more— to challenge her, to
challenge me, to see how far I could take us. I scraped my teeth over her, her
nipple standing at attention every time I did so.

Aggression took
over
as I wanted to watch her buckle, to come apart beneath
me. My hand picked up in intensity with the forceful sucking, my short nails
gently scraping over her, feeling the goose bumps that had surfaced.

"You
can't--"

"Can't
what?" I cut her off, not wanting her to stop me before I even had the
chance to do what I really wanted to do to her. "Don't stop what we both
want, Blondie. I can't take
anymore
stares and lip
sucks. I need to get inside of you, like fucking yesterday."

Her eyes
narrowed, filling with exorbitant amounts of lust while a faint smile spread
across her face.

"Blondie?"
she asked, laughing slightly. "That's the second time you've called me
that.”

"Yes,
Blondie."

Before she could
fix her lips to say anything else, I brought her mouth to mine, kissing her
gently before she gave me an opening, allowing me to take it-- all of it. My
tongue worked itself into her mouth, exploring every inch of her. I used one
hand to pull her shorts down, and much to my pleasure I found that she wasn't
wearing panties, leaving nothing inhibiting me from getting to what I needed so
badly.

Our tongues
worked over and around one another. She pulled back every so often, using her
teeth to trap my bottom lip. I let her do it a few times before I took over and
did it to her, biting on her lip while running my hands all through her silky,
soft hair.

I continued
kissing and licking her neck as my hands ravaged her hair, tugging as I sucked
on what appeared to be her weak spot. She turned her head, giving me further
access while soft moans escaped her.

"Shhh,"
I chided her, placing my fingers over her mouth. "Keep your voice down, or
neither of us will be getting anything."

She didn’t
respond, but her body did it for her. I lay between her legs as I took her
neck, her cheek,
her
lips...

 
I went back to her tits, those beautiful,
ample tits that seemed to constantly beg me to take them and have my way with
them. She arched her back and brought her knees together as she tried in vain
to stifle the moan coming out of her mouth. I knew it. I had her. I just needed
to get her ready a bit more before I tore into her and fucked her to pieces. Her
soft, gentle breaths hit my ears with every moan and exhale that she released,
teasing my cock to the point that I was beginning to worry that she had the
upper hand and would end up fucking the life out of me.

I used my knees
to break her legs free and guided my dick up to the entrance of her pussy. She
lifted her hips, inviting me to make my way inside, and I knew that I still had
her.

I had no
intention of giving in to what she was so obviously ready for.

My kisses
trailed down her torso, that impressively solid part of her body that matched
perfectly with the perkiness of her tits. I lingered around her
navel,
dipping my tongue inside and making her buck a bit as
she tried to hold her legs closed again.

"Don't try
that shit," I whispered, smiling at her. The longing in her eyes had my
heart racing, sweat building, and my dick twitching.

I continued
working in and around her navel, my sweat coated hands holding firm to her hips
as she swiveled them, much like she did that night on the dance floor at
Coyotes. My lips swept down to just above her pussy, kissing the triangular
pattern leading to it. After a few kisses, I stopped, looking up at her and
finding irritation in her eyes as she tried to force me back to her spot, but I
held out.

"I run this
shit, you understand that?"

She reluctantly
nodded her head, still gasping and unable to speak. A slight laugh escaped me
as I watched her lying there, lifting her hips, trying desperately for me to
get my lips back in contact with her body.

"When you
calm down, I'll go back."

"If I calm
down, I may not want you to go back," she responded, shocking and exciting
me at the same time. These were the first words she had been able to speak in
quite some time, and the fact that she was challenging made me want to command
her to give me every piece of her body.

But I didn't.

I just
laid
there, silently calling her bluff.

She lasted
longer than I thought she would, but in the end she pulled my head back down to
her sweet spot. I smiled, feeling like I had won a small victory in that
moment. She was challenging, but she was no fucking match for me and I was
ready to prove it to her.

I placed my nose
at the entrance of her very succulent and already moist pussy, inhaling the
sweet aroma of it as my mouth began to salivate at the very thought of getting
a taste. Her hips moved up and down again and as I placed the tip of my tongue
at her entrance.

My eyes caught a
glimpse of a very intricate tattoo on her right hip. With only a hint of
moonlight casting down onto it, I couldn’t make out exactly what the tattoo
was, but I made a mental note to study it along with every inch of her body in
greater detail later. At the moment, I just wanted to finally taste this girl
who had been running circles in my mind over the course of the past week.

I removed one of
my hands from her hip and traced my fingers down her thigh and over to her
pussy. The lips seemed to be swelling with excitement and anticipation as I
used my thumb and index finger to peel them back, giving my tongue the
necessary space needed to dive in and explore the core of this
mind blowing
girl.

I backed her,
forcing her legs up into the air while she used her elbows to steady her
weight. I sat up on my knees, wrapped my arms around her thighs and grabbed
hold of her, running my tongue from the middle of her thigh clear up to the
top, stopping just before reaching her entrance. She was desperate for my
tongue to get inside of her, so I moved over to her other thigh and did the
same thing, only this time when I reached her entrance, I slowly sank my tongue
in, causing her to gyrate her hips while moaning loud enough to wake up her
neighbors next door.