Field Stripped: 15 Steamy Military Romances

by Marissa Dobson

  “You want me to?”

  She shrugged. “Maybe next time.”

  Logan chuckled and reached for the hem of her dress. “You think they’ll be a next time?”

  “Don’t know, don’t care. I want you to fuck me.” As soon as her skirt hit the floor, only her shoes remained. Amy grinned and reached for Logan. “Your turn.” She grabbed at his hem and slowly shoved the shirt over his head. She grinned at the body of his before her. “Damn, Logan. You are fucking sexy as hell! I love your tattoos.”

  He grinned. She fumbled with his belt and pants. As she shoved them down his legs, his dick stuck out in front of her. She looked up to Logan and grinned. Taking his length in her hands, she stroked him a few times and licked his tip.

  “Fuck woman, suck it.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and guided his dick into her mouth. Amy grabbed his hips as Logan began to fuck her mouth. He felt her gag and let up just a little. He didn’t want to choke her too much.

  Her hair blocked some of what she was doing. He pulled her hair into his hands and pushed her head again. She looked up and caught his gaze.

  If he didn’t watch himself, he would lose it right now. Fuck, this is by far the most erotic shit…

  “I’m not ready to cum yet. Get your ass up and bend over. Let me get a full view of you from behind.”

  Amy smiled and turned her back to him as she remained on her knees. Grasping the couch, she pushed onto her toes and straightened her legs, standing with her backside in the air.

  Logan shook his head and palmed her derrière. “Woman, you have an amazing ass.” He quickly smacked it and Amy gasped.

  “Do it again,” she told him. Logan grinned and spanked the other cheek.

  “Don’t move,” he told her as he left the room. He made his way into the guest bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He recently put a box of condoms in it. Pulling one out he ripped the package opened. Rolling it on, he came back into the living room.

  He grinned at the sight of Amy. She was good, she hadn’t moved, at least from her position. Her ass still in the air, she begun to touch herself, rubbing her clit. She moaned softly and opened her eyes to a waiting and ready Logan.

  “Mmm there you are.” She spread her legs a little more and shoved her finger inside her pussy. Logan came to her backside and watched. “I might be getting a little jealous of that finger of yours, woman. Move it. I’m next.”

  Amy giggled and pressed her palm against the couch. He stepped up behind her and lined his head up to her entrance, and pushed. His hands gripped her hips and held still for a moment. He knew he was big and did not thrill in hurting women.

  He waited until she nodded. “I knew you were big while giving you head, but damn, Logan.” She pushed back against him to let him know she was okay. He smirked and pulled back then thrust back inside her. She moaned and she pushed back against him again.

  Logan began to lose himself in Amy. The high of fucking someone cleared his mind, if just for a moment. He thought of nothing but the pussy he was buried deep inside of.

  “Fuck me,” came her voice. “Fuck me!”

  Logan’s grip tightened. He thrust harder against her, his pelvis slapped against her ass. He groaned and his head tilted back. He wouldn’t last much longer.

  His balls tightened and he groaned louder. He gritted his teeth and thrust faster. Amy yelled out from her own pleasure and Logan came hard inside her. He thrust twice more, then held himself against her.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered and looked over her shoulder to him.

  Pulling himself free, he rolled the condom off and made his way into the bathroom. Tossing it into the toilet, he flushed it then turned on the shower. Making his way back toward the living room, he picked Amy’s skirt and top off the floor and handed them to her.

  She took her outfit and watched him casually. “You want to make this a recurring event? Call when we need a good fuck?”

  “You’d do that?” he asked her.

  She nodded and pulled her clothes on. “No strings. I’m cool with it.” She made her way toward him and leaned against the wall. She crossed her arms over her chest. “You want my digits?”

  He nodded and handed her his phone. She input her number then pressed CALL. She handed it back. “That’s me.” She smiled and stepped toward him. “Thanks for a great time.”

  He set the phone on the counter. “Take care, Amy. Tonight was amazing. Later.” He walked her to the door, then closed it behind her.

  He made his way back to the bathroom as the steam billowed out. Sighing, Logan caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, then did a double take. He stared at himself for a moment, then lowered his gaze.

  Everything was behind him now. He broke through the widow mold, so to speak.

  “Widow, my ass,” he mumbled. “Fuck that cunt ass bitch wife.” He stepped into the shower and as the hot water removed the remnants of the day, he also felt any remnants of Susan wash down the drain.

  Chapter Six

  The next day, Logan made his way toward the training field. Until he received the clearance to return back to the sandbox, he needed to keep up on training and his skills. Any time off, well, he could not afford that. Not now.

  Logan made his way over, dressed in his army battle dress uniform. He shielded the sun from his eyes and gazed across the open area.

  A building had been constructed for training rescue missions, as well as attack assaults. A Black Hawk helicopter sat in wait on the landing pad for its operator. The Night Stalkers, also known as the helicopter pilots, typically trained with the Delta Force. Today would be no exception.

  “Saunders! Look sharp!”

  Logan turned and found Brody approaching. The man grinned and held out his hand. Logan shook it.

  “What do we have going on today?” Logan asked as he turned back toward the practice building.

  “Search and rescue, assault, and possibly training in the Black Hawk.” Brody winked. “I need someone to play bitch and be tied up. You game?”

  Logan shook his head. “Fuck no, man, pick someone else. I’m no one’s bitch.”

  “Aww, well, now the way I see it,” Brody stepped closer, as if to size up Logan, “you’re fresh meat on base. I say you play bitch.”

  “Fuck you and fuck no.” Logan stepped back and held his hands up. “I’m not playing no bitch in distress, motherfucker.”

  “Who said you’d be in distress?” Brody grinned.

  An hour later, Logan had been secured to the floor of the Black Hawk; hands tied behind his back and his ankles bound. He had been blindfolded and gagged. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his heart beat rapidly in his chest.

  The simulation was search and rescue, but the rescue in this case was not a friendly capture. If the captured individual was hostile, having them bound and gagged made everyone else safe. If they were friendly, well, apologies would soon follow, along with a letter of contrition.

  He had no issue with training before, but this time…something felt different. He had no control over what was about to happen. No one ran the mission past the ‘bitch.’ No expectations, only surprises for real life situations.

  Before when he was first selected to join and train as Delta Force, this was part of the package deal: training. Sometimes, they would be bound for two to three days before the rescue mission took place. At least today had been set for a few hours.

  He struggled against the restraints. The guys did a great job tying him up; his wrists were hurting as well as his ankles. His arms began to feel numb from not moving and his mouth parched. He bit the gag in an effort to maintain control of himself…but that had begun to slowly fade.

  The sound of the Black Hawk’s rotor beat against the air and the movement of the vessel tousled his body roughly. Logan grunted against his gag. He suddenly felt a foot on his hip press down.

  “Hold still,” came a familiar voice he did not recognize at first. Logan tried yelling against the gag, but it was of no use.
“Hold the FUCK still!” the voice yelled and this time, a kick came to his leg.

  Motherfucker I’m going to kick your motherfucking ass when I’m free, he thought to himself. He knew this was part of the training, but the confinement, the yelling…the bondage…he was not impressed.

  The vessel of the Black Hawk jostled again and Logan assumed it had finally landed. Then hell suddenly broke loose.

  “Get down!” came a voice.

  “Put down your weapons!” came another.

  Clicks of guns and rifles sounded and Logan flinched. Do they plan on tossing in flash bangs or smoke grenades?

  His answer came quick when the air around him changed. Logan choked but could not cough. Panic built inside him and he tossed side to side in an effort to free himself. The panic grew as the effort of breathing became more difficult. His nose began to run and he felt a dizziness overcome his mind.

  “GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA THERE NOW!” The gun fire ceased and the shuffle of feet stomped on the Black Hawk.

  Brody? Logan shifted his body toward the voice he did identify.

  Hands grabbed at his body as they drug him across the floor of the vessel. There had been nothing gentle about the movements; he knew bruises would be found later today. His body thud hard against the ground once he had been pulled from the Black Hawk.

  Something cold and hard pressed against his hands and they were freed. His arms ached to the movements, his muscles remaining stationary for too long hurt him more than he realized.

  He reached up for the gag and removed it, then violently coughed. He pulled the blindfold off his face and squinted to the bright sun. Someone freed his feet and Logan turned on his side and retched.

  “Well, I see what you had for lunch today,” the same voice that kicked him in the Black Hawk now mocked him.

  Logan slowly glanced up and found an unknown face. He cringed to the pain in his arms and legs as he slowly made his way to his feet. Brody grabbed his arm for assistance.

  “Let me the fuck go. Right now,” Logan told him.

  “Dude, he was only fucking around,” Brody insisted.

  “Bullshit. Motherfucker kicked me in the fucking legs.”

  “Hell yeah, I kicked you. You were my prisoner, my bitch!” The young man laughed at his own joke.

  Logan had enough. His arms still hurt like hell, but right now, he did not care. His hands fisted to his sides and he felt Brody release his arm.

  His friend took a step back with hands in the air. “You fucked up, man.” Brody stepped farther back.

  Without warning, Logan drew his arm back and landed a hard blow in the guy’s face, knocking him to the ground.

  The man yelled and held his face in his hands. “What in the fucking hell, man? What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s a goddamned simulation, you fuck twat!”

  “Fuck twat?” Logan repeated and raised his voice. “Fuck twat?” He stormed over toward the man and kicked his side...hard. “How about I kick YOUR fucking ribs? How’d that feel, motherfucker?” Logan reached down and grabbed the man’s shirt and lifted him to his feet. He punched him in the face once, twice, three times. Someone grabbed Logan from behind while another man pulled the asshole from his hands.

  “LET ME FUCKING GO!” Logan yelled. “LET ME GO!”

  “You need to calm your shit, Saunders! Right fucking NOW!” Brody pushed him back and closed the distance to him, getting in his face. “What the fuck is your issue, man? I let you have him for a punch and that’s it. He deserved that much. We’ve been through this exercise millions of times! Why are you overreacting like this? What the fuck, man?” Brody looked back to the soldier, then to Logan. “You could have seriously hurt him!”

  “Fuck him! Nothing he doesn’t fucking deserve!” Logan turned on his heel and started to walk away. “Did he throw in the smoke grenade? Fucker could have suffocated me!”

  “Yeah, he threw it in. Logan! Get back here, now, Staff Sergeant! I will pull rank, friend or not!”

  Logan stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “Then you’re not better than that asshole.” He turned his back to Brody and stood in place, seething. He closed his eyes and worked on calming himself. Brody was right; this was only a simulation. What came over him?

  I know exactly what came over me. I’m fucking pissed at that fuck off and I’m just now able to let some of that fucking frustration out.

  Fucking cunt cheated on me.

  I am at war and she fucked someone in my fucking bed.

  Logan shook his head and yelled as loud as he could. He panted, his shoulders moving with his breaths. He leaned over and pressed his palms to his thighs. Closing his eyes he shook his head.

  A hand laid upon his shoulder. “Dude, you calmed the fuck down?”

  Logan opened his eyes and looked to Brody. He nodded, then looked away. “I’m…I…I’m sorry, man.”

  “I know. You need to talk to someone.”

  “I’m not a bitch, asshole. I don’t need to lie on a couch and confess I’m depressed. Because I’m not.” Logan stood and turned back to the soldier whose ass he just beat. He interlaced his fingers on his head, the pain in his arms now having subsided.

  The man’s face had blood seeping from his nose and his mouth, and a gash by his outer eye socket. Logan shook his head again. He lowered his arms and made his way back to the man.

  “Fuck, man, I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry. Let me take you to the infirmary.” He held his hand out to the soldier and he took it.

  “Don’t apologize. I appreciate it, but I didn’t realize who you were until Brody told me.”

  Logan blinked. “When did he tell you?”

  “When you walked away. He told me. Dude, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize…”

  Logan interrupted him. “Sorry for what? The fact my wife died in an accident or she fucked around while I was gone to war? For your sake, it better not be the latter.”

  “Hooah,” the soldier told him. “I’m Clifford, Brian Clifford.”

  “Well, Clifford, welcome to Special Ops. First rule, no taunting unless the other party welcomes it. You do not know what the other soldier has been through. Fucking around like that will get your ass kicked.”

  “No shit,” Clifford chuckled as the blood continued to ooze.

  “Come on, let’s get you in.”

  Later that evening, Clifford had been released with a few stitches and pain killers. Logan had promised to buy him a drink when he was up to going out. Making it back to the barracks, Logan showered and dressed for the evening. He pulled on a white T-shirt that hugged his chest, denim jeans, and black boots. Headed out the door, he pulled on a blue NFL cap with a white star.

  He loved football, and his favorite team had always been “America’s Team.” His army buddies continued to give him crap about supporting the Cowboys, but he didn’t care.

  Logan pulled up to the bar in town, same bar where he met Amy the other night.

  I wonder if I’ll run into her again. She was a riot, the feisty chick.

  He walked inside to loud music, people dancing, and soldiers crowding the area. He grinned and headed toward the bar.

  Brody saw him first. “Glad you made it out. Ready to let loose?”

  Logan nodded. “Fuck, yeah. I need a beer. No, I need a shot.” He turned to the bartender and waved him down. “Shot of Jim Beam and a Sam Adams.” The bartender nodded and set up the shot glass. He poured in the liquor and handed it over. Logan shot it, then cringed. “Fuck…” He shook his head as if to shake off the effects.

  Brody chuckled. “Better?”

  “Not yet.” He took the beer and took a long pull on it. “I need to get laid,” he told himself.

  Brody grinned. “There are plenty of willing ladies tonight. Have at it, man.”

  Logan grinned and clapped Brody on the back. “What about you? You chasing anything tonight?”

  He shook his head. “Nah, man, not tonight.” Logan lifted his brows in surprise. “Well, what
I mean is, if some pussy happened to land in my lap, who am I to deny it a good time?”

  Logan chuckled and nodded. “Exactly.” He reached down and absently adjusted himself in his pants and looked around the bar. Women were definitely plentiful tonight. It was almost like walking into an all you can eat and fuck buffet of pussy. He chuckled to his own inner thoughts.

  He looked toward the dance floor and watched as a few of the women dancing were dancing with each other. One would grind on the other. This seemed to be the norm for women anymore, but it still made him yearn with longing to experience a threesome. Having never experienced two women at once being married, he definitely wanted to try it soon, if not tonight.

  Married.

  Fuck that.

  He took another drink and finished off his beer. He sat the empty bottle on the bar and made his way toward the dance floor.

  “Go get’em, Chase!” Brody yelled to him.

  Logan turned back with a questionable look. “Chase?”

  “Fuck, yeah. Go chase some tail, Chase!”

  Logan chuckled and shook his head. He turned toward the dance floor and made his way toward the women dancing.

  Two blondes, one with long straight hair, the other with short curls. Both women had slender bodies and were equally attractive. If he played his cards right, he may have these two women home in his bed tonight.

  Logan leaned in and grinned. “May I join you two goddesses tonight?”

  The women both grinned and giggled. They nodded and opened their arms to accept him in between them. The blonde with long hair stood in front of him. She leaned in and told him her name.

  “Jeanie.”

  “Logan,” he grinned.

  “That’s Maxine.”

  He turned to face the one named Maxine. “Logan.”

  “Nice to meet you.” She winked. Jeanie gripped his waist and pressed her body against his. “You have an amazing body on you, Logan. Tell me,” she tilted her head slightly, “do you work out?” She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing.

  Logan knew she had been teasing…at least he hoped she was teasing. He was a large man, big biceps, chest, and legs. His job required him to carry at least a hundred pounds of equipment at any given time.