Fraternizing (22 page)

"What are
you going to do about them?" I asked, holding her around her waist with
one hand while fondling her pretty, perky tit in the other.

She used her
hands to free herself from my grip, placing them on my shorts in a matter of
seconds, tugging away as I lifted my hips to give her room to fully remove
them. Going commando worked in our favor since the second my
shorts
was
disposed of, my dick stood erect and waiting to have her do with it
as she pleased.

"It's yours.
Do as you like."

She smiled,
slowly dropping to her knees.

Anticipation was
beginning to tear away at me. Seeing her shimmering green eyes staring up at
me, that perfectly placed smile as she rubbed on my dick...it sent an ache
throughout my body that took the patience of a saint to not urgently
extinguish.

Silky smoothness
rubbed over every inch of my cock, and I sucked in a long, soothing breath as
she gently stroked, making my heart rate spike with the feel of it. I rested my
hands on the sides of me, grabbing hold of the cover on the bed as she began to
pick up the pace. A sensitive tingle exploded within
me,
making me realize that I wouldn't last too long once she got her mouth on me.

I felt the moist,
warmth of the tip of her tongue, swirling around the tip of my cock, forcing
sparks to shoot off within me. Her hand continued to stroke me as her tongue
flirted with me, on edge and ready to explode. When she placed her full mouth
around me, I was a fucking goner. She stole almost all of my control out of me
with her first suck alone. My hands immediately left the bed, taking hold of
her sensually, soft hair and forcefully guiding her up and down. My hips thrust
to meet her
moves,
slamming into the back of her
throat as I lost what little restraint I had left. Her ability to deep throat
astonished me, and if I weren't contorting in a mixture of torture and
pleasure, I would have smiled with pride.

An intense
feeling exploded within me, signaling my imminent release. I grabbed harder
onto her hair, pulling her head away from my cock while grabbing one of the
unused condoms from the bed. Thrusting the wrapper into my mouth, I ripped it
open, pulling the condom out and rolling it on, before pulling her back down,
this time, facing me.

She grimaced with
my entrance, putting a wicked smile on my face. I loved the feel of her moist,
wet pussy around my dick, circling and collapsing down on it as it made its way
inside of her.

Her body fell
forward, her head resting on my shoulder as her hair covered her face. Gently
pulling her back, I looked into what was left of her still scrunched eyes, and
moved her hair out of the way.

"I want to
watch you come undone," I muttered.

She didn't answer,
just went to work, riding my cock as hard as she could. Her hips moved to and
fro, twirling around as I buried my face in her tits, licking, sucking, and
biting away at them. The harder I bit, the faster she rode, sending her back
arching, bucking like she was riding an overly aggressive bull.

I grabbed her ass
cheeks, digging deeply into the silky firmness of the most impeccable ass I had
ever had the pleasure of laying hands on.

My cock was
throbbing now, wanting to release the aggression she had successfully built up
within me. I began chipping away at her core, letting go of one of her ass
cheeks and placing my fingers on her clit instead.

"Ahhhhh…
Alex, fuck me!" she screamed, stroking my ego with every word.

I rubbed
furiously, continuing the torture, seeking more and more desire from her with
every stroke.

"Look at me,
Blondie," I harshly whispered, needing to look into her eyes when I
finally came.

She didn't look
right away, her eyes firmly shut as she tried to bravely take everything I was
giving to her.

I removed my hand
from her clit and smacked her ass as hard as I could, jolting her eyes open
with a loud shriek from her pretty little mouth.

"I want you
to see what you do to me," I told her.

She didn't
respond, but I didn't need her to. I grabbed her waist with both hands,
bouncing her up and down as I worked my way to coming. As it built, moving with
thunderous speed, I fucked her with the speed and tenacity of a jackhammer,
hammering away as her tits bounced and swayed in front me, my tongue out,
licking and catching any piece of them that I could.

"I'm fucking
coming," I breathlessly moaned.

Moans and shrieks
were her response, no words filtering out as I stalled inside of her, violently
filling the condom. When the last few spurts emptied out of me, I crashed my
head on her chest. Her hands wrapped my head, holding me close as I listened to
her heart beating rapidly as she breathed softly, trying to slow it down.

"You are a
beast, Sgt."

I shook my head,
hating the use of my rank, but seeing it as a flirtatious gesture on her part.

She stood,
allowing me to stand as well. I marched into the bathroom and removed the
filled condom, tossing it into the toilet and flushing it down. When I turned
around, she was lying in the bed, twirling her hair around one of her fingers. I
walked over and lay down with her, resting my head on her chest and nibbling on
her tits.

"So what is
this?" she asked, filling the silence that had overtaken the room.

"What is
what?"

"This. Us."

I paused. I
wasn't sure how she was expecting me to respond.

"No labels. It's
us. We enjoy each other, so that’s what it is."

I looked up to
her after answering, wanting to see her thoughts splayed all over her face. She
showed them, nervous contentment seemed to be shining through.

"I know I
definitely want to see what the next month holds for us," I threw in,
feeling the need for her to know that I was interested in much more than just
fucking her and running.

"Me
too."

We lay in silence
for a while, my head to her chest before I realized that her breathing had
slowed, and she had fallen asleep. I sat up and stared at her for a minute,
taking note of what seemed to be perfectly crafted features making up one
impeccably gorgeous face. I placed a very light kiss on her lips before getting
up and throwing on some shorts and leaving the room.

I found Riley
back in the office, staring at the papers that he had come home from base with.
He smirked at me. He had definitely heard every bit of what had taken place in
my room, and I couldn't have been more proud.

"Oh, Alex,
ooohhhh…." he mimicked, bouncing in the chair and rolling his eyes to the
back of his head.

"Fuck off,
Riley."

"Damn, dude.
I thought one of you
were
going to come flying through
the wall. Did you fucking kill her?"

"No,
shithead. She's sleeping."

"Sounds like
you
put her to sleep. How are you
feeling?"

"Don't worry
about me. Tell me what you've got in these papers."

He went from all
jokes to being serious. I knew there was something there that would benefit me
greatly.

He sifted through
them, pulling out one in particular.

"Alright. You
ready for this? Because it's a fucking doozy."

He slid the paper
over to me, my eyes landing on the heading.
Humboldt County.
I continued to read on, my
interest in the contents growing with every written word.

Chapter 14

Cassie

Alex
since we had been desperately trying to get at one another, it was that he
always found a way to keep at me.

But in that
second he wanted Laying around with Dalton all Sunday long was exactly what I
needed after such a physically and emotionally exhausting Saturday. The run-ins
with Castillo, Ruiz, and Smith had me on edge, leaving me gasping for air, even
if my demeanor came off as completely calm and collected.

 
I was anything but.

Everywhere I
turned, I was waiting for the hammer to drop. Smith walking through the door,
while absolutely terrifying, was a relief. I had been praying hard that Jensen
was not the person standing on the other side of the door. He just didn't give
off a warm vibe where I was concerned, and I was near certain that he wouldn't
have responded so diplomatically to me standing in his home.

Now, I had to
figure out how to keep all of these sharks out of my space. Alex and I had
definitely jumped as he'd said, and there really was no turning back. Sex has a
way of furthering things emotionally, and what I already felt for him was now
solidly held down inside of me. His protective nature, his domineering
attitude, his Greek god of a body, all of it had me completely trapped and mesmerized
with no way out.

After looking
back, it's astounding and somewhat baffling that we had managed to get
intertwined with one another in such a passionate way. I had thought that if I
got a taste of him-- that would be it, but it was so much more. And now, my
fears were elevated because with all of the joy and happiness comes secrecy and
hiding. Our relationship, if that's what we want to call it, could be our
lifelong demise. A discharge from the Corps for fraternizing would follow and
hinder the both of us no matter what we embark on. Yet, even with that
knowledge, I couldn't see myself turning away from him.

"Hey. You
back from cloud nine?" Dalton's pretty smile was in my face, his hands
waving in front of me as well.

I was floating.
My day with Alex had been so invigorating that I couldn't seem to focus on
anything else besides his body. But more so, his warm, compassionate, and
soothing words in my moment of panic. His actions were completely opposite of
what I was expecting, and the joy of it all was beginning to shine through me.

"I'm good.
Just happy to have a day off."

"We had a
day off yesterday. Where were you anyway?"

I tensed up. I
hadn't planned on being asked that question, so I had no answer readily
available. I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, praying that Dalton
couldn't argue against it.

"I was in
the library most of the day, studying.” My stomach twisted into a few tightly
wound knots as I waited for his response.

"Oh, okay. I
couldn't find you. After I was done babysitting Allen, that is."

"Allen?
Why?"

"Beats
me," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I just know that he got into
some shit in the wee hours of the night, and somehow I got called in to be a
calming effect for him." He smiled apathetically.

Guilt instantly
flooded me, filling me from head to toe. No one should have to spend unwanted
time with Allen, and the only reason Dalton had been made to do it was so that
Alex and I could carry on with what we were doing. I felt bad for my friend. I
felt bad for what I was becoming, but eerily I couldn't feel bad for what I was
doing.

"I'm sorry.
He's a freakin' rabid dog. What did he do this time?"

"He had been
drinking again, and I guess his roommate said something about it. A couple of
wrong words and they were throwing blows at one another." Dalton rolled
his eyes but continued on. "Allen got moved out of the room, closer to the
duty hut. They should have moved him right next door, but there were no rooms
available. I got stuck helping him move."

I couldn't help
but laugh at the contortion of his face.

"Sorry to
laugh at you, but I really couldn't imagine having to do that. You shouldn't be
so nice, Dalton. Your reputation is preceding you."

The door opened
and in strolled Angelica. She avoided my gaze, instead briskly walking past
both Dalton and me while quietly muttering, "Hi."

"Hi,"
we answered back simultaneously.

Her behavior had
me stumped. The day before, she was proudly and quite potently threatening to
derail whatever it was she thought Alex and I had. Today, she couldn’t even
bring herself to look at me. Something was definitely up.

"I'm going
to the gym, and then to study," she said, throwing a new t-shirt on over
her head.

Dalton and I
exchange curious glances, but neither of us said a word.

"Bye,"
Angelica called out before slowly shutting the door.

"Well, that
was strange," I said, breaking the awkward silence that Angelica had cast
over the room. "She usually has nothing but venom for me."

"Don't sweat
it. Relish it. Now get your binder out so we can study. We have more tests
coming up this week."

I reluctantly
stood, then moved over to my wall locker, pulling my binder out and thrusting
it on my bed. The last thing I wanted to do right now was study because even in
my binder, Alex and his sex oozing voice spilled out from deep inside of it.

Monday morning
came much too soon. My relaxing day with Dalton and the absence of Angelica
made Sunday one of my favorite days thus far. She seemed so dejected when she
walked into the room, and if I actually liked her, I probably would have cared.
All I knew was that her subdued demeanor oddly put me at ease, and whatever had
taken her to that point was very welcomed.