Fraternizing (50 page)

He stood us up,
holding me by my ass as he turned us around and now lay me down on the desk. He
pushed his pants and boxers down, his large,
thick,
cock standing at attention as he gently pulled my pants and panties down,
smiling at the sight.

“I’ll say it
again. I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky.”

“Ditto,” I
replied, then motioned with my index finger for him to come down to me.

He hovered above
me, his erection sitting at my entrance, deepening the ache that lay beating
away at me.

“I don’t have a
condom with me.”

I swallowed as I
shut my eyes, the pain from his absence beginning to own me.

“I don’t care. I
need you—now!”

He lightly closed
his eyes and sunk into me, blowing out a long, deep breath as he did so.

“You’re even more
fucking amazing with nothing on.”

He began to move,
slow, in and out movements as my walls clung tightly to his cock. The absence
of the condom intensified the sensual feel of him, sending me into a euphoric
state of bliss. It didn’t matter that we were fucking on a desk, hidden behind
a locked door, shrouded in secrecy. To me, it was perfect. It was everything I
had ever wanted—
me, Alex, no inhibitions, and our true
souls locking on to one another and holding on for dear life
.

He continued at
the slow, leisurely pace, one of his arms wrapped around my neck as his other
steadied on my backside. I wanted so badly to look up into his eyes. The feel
of him was overpowering me, shutting my eyes against my will, and sending me to
a faraway land—a place where we were free to have one another in the
open, any and everywhere that we saw fit.

“As deep into you
as I am right now, it will never be enough for me,” he whispered as he began to
circulate his hips.

The touch of his
skin on mine, warm and damp, drew me in even further. I latched on to him, my
hands holding on to his back like my life depended on it as he slightly picked
up the pace, alternating between the circular, and in and out movements. He was
hitting my spot, causing small whimpers to come pouring out of me. He moved
harder and harder, turning my whimpers into moans that were no longer for our
ears only. He removed his arm from around my
neck,
placing his hand over my mouth and whispering, “Bite down if you have to.”

I did because the
more he moved in and out of me, the stronger the sensations grew, ricocheting
off my walls, leaving me in a daze. Alex tried hard to stifle his grunts, but
was failing to do so. I took one of my hands and placed it over his mouth, only
he didn’t bite down, he kissed and sucked it as he continued his onslaught.

“I want you to
come,” he mumbled, my hand still over his lips.

I nodded, even
though my bite had strengthened on the side of his index finger. He pounded into
me, breaking me down further and further until I could no longer feel my legs
and I came, the orgasm ripping through me like claws on a sheet. Alex came at
that very moment, still inside of me and releasing, the spurts of him,
intermingling with me, solidifying that what we had was something real, and the
emotional toll of it sent tears careening down my cheeks.

Alex sat up,
looking down on me, wiping away my tears.

“I love you,
Cassie Bennett,” he said, his voice low and soft. “I’m pretty sure I loved you
even before I truly realized it.”

I sniffled and
closed my eyes, trying to keep
anymore
tears from
spilling out.

“I love you, too,
Alex Cruz. And I knew it the moment I realized it.”

He leaned down
and kissed me again, soft and sensual, making me feel like we had finally
solidified our status and become one.

A knock rattled
the door, startling us where we lay. My eyes shot open as fear coursed through
me that we’d be caught, right here in the office, with our pants down. Another
knock hit the door
,
then a voice came barreling
through the wall.

“It’s me, man. Riley.
Open up.”

My heart settled
a bit, knowing it was someone who wasn’t going to send everything crashing
down. Alex pulled his pants up,
then
hurried to the
door, opening it slightly.

“Hey, hurry up
and get out of there. Everyone is on their way back.”

“Why didn’t you
call or text me, man?”

“I did. You
didn’t answer.”

Alex stood still,
then nodded his head and shut the door. I stood, snapping on my bra,
then
throwing my t-shirt on over my head. I tried smoothing
down my loose hairs that had made their way out of my bun, but Alex walked over
to me and took my hands, slowing me down.

“Stop rushing. We’ve
got time.”

“I just don’t
want to be found out like this.”

He smiled at me,
seemingly enjoying my frantic state. He dropped down and took my panties in his
hands, pulling them back up and tapping my ass just as he finished. He went
back down and pulled up my pants, buttoning and fastening my belt for me. When
he finished, he stood in front of me, his eyes resting on the butterfly hanging
from my neck.

“It’s almost as
beautiful as you are,” he said, taking it in his hands and kissing me, before
tugging on the neckline of my t-shirt and dropping it inside. I placed my hand
over it and smiled, then kissed him again, before turning and walking to the
door.

“I love you,” I
whispered over my shoulder, before slightly opening the door, looking around
and then slipping out.

Before I could
take three good steps, I heard a voice call out, “Pfc. Bennett.” My heart
skipped a beat as I flushed red, lost control of my breathing, and slowly
turned around, coming face to face with First Sergeant O’Hara. He briskly
walked in my direction, his eyes curiously studying me, then glancing at the
door that
I
was
only a few steps
away from
.

“Good afternoon,
First Sergeant,” I greeted him, hoping that my wild expression wouldn’t tip him
off to anything. He continued to stare at me strangely, his eyes narrowing as
he looked me over.

“Did you need
something with one of the instructors?”

“Um—“ I
swallowed, trying to quickly formulate a lie. I was never any good at thinking
on my toes. “I needed to see Sergeant Jensen, but I see no one is in right
now.”

“Hmmmm,” he
moaned, his eyes never leaving mine. I was afraid to look away for fear that it
would be a definite giveaway that something was up and that he would sniff
around long enough to actually find it. “Well, I’d suggest you wait to speak to
him until you get back into class. This could easily be misconstrued. And after
everything you’ve already been through, we wouldn’t that, now would we?”

I swallowed
again, my chest
heaving
as I stood there, swallowed up
in all of my guilt, hoping and praying that First Sergeant couldn’t hear the
erratic, bone breaking, beats of my heart. The longer he stood glaring at me,
those dark, beady eyes penetrating my soul, the more I felt like this was it;
all of the walls would come crashing down on top of me, leaving me begging for
mercy as the truth came spilling out.

“Go on and enjoy
some chow, Pfc. Bennett. Whatever this is, it can wait.” He eyed me
suspiciously.

“Yes, First
Sergeant,” I weakly answered, cracking my knuckles at my sides before turning
and walking away as fast as my boot clad feet would carry me. I wanted to turn
around, but I knew better. There was no doubt in my mind that First Sergeant
O’Hara was watching me and that turning around would only solidify his
suspicions. I walked on down the corridor and turned the corner. I threw my
hands behind my head and took long, deep breaths, desperately needing fresh air
to once again cycle through my pain ridden and suffocating lungs.

Thursday night
field day went without a glitch. It was the last one we’d be subjected to here
at the schoolhouse, and Alex didn’t stop by my room, making me wonder where he
had gone. The next morning in class, he was quiet…cold… distant. I didn’t know
what was bothering him. The day before had been so beautiful, so meaningful,
and I wondered if it was all too much for him.
If he was
having a hard time dealing with the reality of what we were faced with.

He had been in
the office when I had my run in with First Sergeant O’Hara, so I thought maybe
that was too close for comfort and he needed to put distance between us.
Whatever it was, it sent sadness and pain piercing through me, leaving me
wondering what would actually become of us. I tried to forget about it as I
took my final exam, well aware that passing this had to be my one and only
concern at the moment.

The day ended
with only a few empty glances here and there. When I looked deep enough, I
could see sadness behind the dark cloud surrounding his eyes—that very
sadness filling me. I didn’t want to leave on this note. I wanted to leave with
us excited for the prospect that lay before us, but the longer I thought about
it, the more I realized that it would probably not happen that way. I wanted to
rewind, take things back to the very beginning and start all over. I wanted
more time. I wanted anything I could get to bring
me and Alex
back together. More than anything, I wanted the love that we’d expressed to one
another to trump everything.

And right now, I
wasn’t so sure that it could.

Later that
evening, I sat with Dalton in the barracks courtyard, quietly festering in my
own self-pity as he went on and on about the excitement of his new unit. He
stopped talking when he noticed that I wasn’t contributing to the conversation.

“Hey. What’s got
you so down? Things are looking up for you. Allen is out of your hair, we’re
graduating, and you’ve got the love of your life. Why are you so down?”

I smiled weakly. “I
wish it were that simple. But Alex and I are in a complicated state right now. He’s
been so distant since yesterday. It hurts.”

He pulled me in
for a hug, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“I’m sure he’s
hurting, too. He probably just doesn’t know how to handle it.”

“I don’t either. But
I’m not backing away from him like he’s doing to me.”

“Don’t be so hard
on him. He seems like a hard ass, and I think these feelings are new for him,
so he doesn’t really know how to deal with them.”

“I guess,” I
said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Hey, let’s go to
the gym and play some basketball—get your mind off things for a bit.”

I contemplated
saying no, but Dalton stood and grabbed my hand, yanking me up with him.

“Go get your
shoes on and meet me in five minutes.”

I nodded,
then
took off for my room, looking into the duty room on my
way by and finding Riley sitting inside. I stopped, backtracked,
then
knocked on the door.

“Pfc. Bennett,”
he formally said, looking up from his
Hot
Rods
magazine.

“Hi, Sergeant
Riley.” No one was in the room with him, but I looked around anyway, before
moving farther inside and asking my question. “Um—is Alex okay? He’s been
a little off today.”

He sat his
magazine down and straightened up in his chair.

“Alex is fine,”
he replied. “He just needs a minute to adjust to everything. He’s hurting a
little, that’s all.”

My heart
fluttered at the confirmation. He wasn’t distancing himself from me for the
sake of distancing himself. I smiled and thanked him, then headed up the stairs
to put on my sneakers and play some ball with Dalton.

We played over an
hour of basketball, one on one, then two on two with a couple of other
students. I was decent at basketball, but Dalton was exceptional. I wondered
why he hadn’t pursued it further since he obviously had talent, but he said it
was just a hobby for him and nothing he wanted to devote his life to. I envied
him because if I’d been blessed with that talent, I would have used it to my
advantage.