Perfect Soldier: The Complete Story

by Haley Nix

  “I’ll have a Diet Coke, please. With a lemon,” I said, perusing the menu as I spoke.

  “Coffee for me, black,” said Colt.

  The waitress walked away slowly, clearly tired as she reached the end of her shift. I couldn’t blame her, really. I’d had that exhausted feeling many times before. But tonight I felt energetic, electric even. It must have been Colt’s presence that made me feel this way.

  “What do you usually get here?” asked Colt.

  “I don’t know, it’s been awhile. Usually a cheeseburger. Omelet if it’s around breakfast,” I said.

  “I think I’m going to order a steak,” said Colt, still looking at the menu.

  “2 A.M. steak dinner, huh?” I said, giving him a teasing sort of wink.

  “Sounds pretty damn good to me right now.”

  “It sounds good to me, too. I think I’ll do the same.”

  Normally, I wouldn’t be doing something like this. Eating a big dinner right before bed wasn’t my thing, and I’m sure I would have fainted if I’d seen the calorie count. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t worry about that. The night was going well so far, why question myself now? It felt good to act impulsively, to improvise. I was ready for the night to take me wherever it would. No second-guessing and no regrets.

  The waitress came back and took our orders. It was at this point that I expected the night to devolve into an awkward silence. We were basically total strangers, after all. But the silence never came. Colt was easy to talk to and soon I found myself completely spilling all my secret worries and cherished hopes. Currently, I was in the process of telling him about my classes and my plans to eventually go to vet school.

  “So you take two classes and work a job?” asked Colt.

  “Yup,” I said, taking a sip of my Diet Coke, finding myself chewing on the straw, a bad nervous habit of mine.

  “Damn. How many hours a week are you bartending?” he asked.

  “Depends on the week, usually something like 40-50 hours. I typically only have Mondays off,” I said.

  “That’s intense, no wonder you’re stressed.”

  “Yeah. I mean, I can’t complain though. People are lucky to have any job these days, and sure, I’d love to be able to take more classes to get into veterinarian school sooner, but that’s not an option with money the way that it is.”

  “How long before you enroll in vet school?”

  “Well, if I keep taking classes at this current rate, probably two years,” I said.

  “What if you were enrolled as a full-time student?” he asked.

  “I could probably apply after next semester if that were the case. It’s frustrating to think how far off it is, but I just have to keep telling myself it’s worth the effort.”

  “Why do you want to be a veterinarian?”

  “There’s not much to it really. I love animals and I know other people love their pets, too, so I’d like to be able to help them out. That might sound silly or idealistic, but…”

  “No, it doesn’t. I think it sounds great. That’s a great reason, I think. Do you have any pets?”

  “Unfortunately, I don’t. No time to take care of one. I want a puppy so bad, though.”

  Just then the waitress came back to our table, the steam rising off the sizzling steaks. We were the only people in the restaurant, so they’d been cooked perfectly to order. I took one bite and the medium-rare goodness melted in my mouth.

  “I’m so glad you suggested this,” I said, taking another bite immediately after.

  “I’m glad you invited me out tonight,” said Colt, taking the moment to look into my eyes and hold them there for a long second.

  I smiled to myself and looked down at the table, suddenly feeling shy again. Was there something more going on here? This didn’t feel like the prelude to a hookup, it felt like something else entirely. We sat there eating for a while longer. I dipped my French fries in the juices from the steak. So damn good, this was exactly the type of meal I needed after a long stressful day.

  By the time we left the diner, I’d all but forgotten about the speeding ticket I’d received earlier in the night. That was all Colt. When I was around him, talking to him, everything else that worried me didn’t seem to matter. And if it hadn’t been clear before, it was clear now: Colt was spending the night with me. And that was exactly how I wanted it.

  Chapter Six

  Colton

  As I sat beside Cat on the way home, I couldn’t help but think I was the luckiest man in the world at this very moment. Not only was Cat physically stunning, but she had everything else one could ask for. She was kind and sweet, intelligent and driven.

  Yet she humble, too. She downplayed just how hard her life had become as she juggled the demands of both her job and college classes. She deserved a man in her life, a good man who could help her shoulder that burden, who could help free her up to pursue her dreams.

  Maybe I could be that man, I thought to myself. But it wasn’t like I had the money for it. My Army stipend and benefits were decent, but not enough to pay for college or anything. But I could at least be there for emotional support, be there cheering her on, giving her a place to rest her head after a long day.

  But my own life wasn’t exactly settled at the moment. I was headed to Vegas for the time being, but after a week or so that little adventure would be over. Then it was back to real life. Realistically, I probably had a few months left before I’d be shipped back overseas for another tour.

  I was probably getting ahead of myself though. I liked Cat, but I didn’t know that she felt the same about me. Maybe she was just in it for the one-night stand. That was, after all, the original arrangement. Had our meal together helped her to change her mind? I know it had changed mine.

  I looked over at her sitting next to me and she smiled, somewhat nervously it seemed. I gave her a reassuring smile back, one that told her I was glad to be here with her, ecstatic about the opportunity to spend the night together, to explore her curvy body and give her the physical attention she deserved.

  There was no denying how much I wanted her. I couldn’t wait to get to her apartment and into her bedroom, where I would watch her shed layer after layer of her clothes until she was completely naked, and then…

  The thought of it alone made me hard. I could barely wait a minute longer. If I’d been driving I would have pulled over and taken her right on the side of the road in the backseat of the car. I wanted her that badly right now, wanted to feel her push those curves up on me, to feel that big ass bumping up against my thighs are I thrust inside her.

  I was heated just thinking about it. Were similar things running through her mind right now? I sat there beside her wondering. Was she undressing me in her mind, unbuttoning my pants to get at my cock, already hard with thoughts of her naked body? Perhaps she was. She looked over and gave me a dirty wink. She definitely was. I laughed silently to myself. Damn, was I ever a lucky man to have stumbled across this girl. I’d gone into a bar for a couple celebratory drinks and ended up having a sleepover with one hell of a curvy bombshell.

  I noticed just then that we were pulling into an apartment complex. We were finally there; the long wait was over. I felt my heart beating harder and faster, anticipating the moments just ahead. This was it. I looked over once more at Cat before unbuckling my seatbelt and opening my door. There was no question Cat was a passionate woman, but was she as passionate in bed as she was about her goals in life? I was about to find out. It felt damn good to be back in America, especially when I was being welcomed home by a woman like this.

  Chapter Seven

  Catherine

  We pulled into my apartment complex, silent and pondering the moments ahead. Neither of us said anything for a long while, even after I’d parked and we were walking through the frigid air to the warmth of my apartment. I reached out and grabbed Colt’s hand, a small gesture of intimacy, as I led him to the apartment. There was no turning back now. Quite frankly, I was glad f
or that. There was only one way I wanted this night to end.

  His hand still in mine, I brought him up the stairs, comfortably silent as we climbed. I fumbled with my keys momentarily, a slight resurgence of my nervousness from earlier. Soon we were inside my apartment, where the silence went from comfortable to awkward – until Colt kissed me that is.

  Suddenly, without any warning signs, I was in his arms. Our bodies pressed together, he brought his face down to mine. I closed my eyes tightly, parting my lips slightly in expectation. And then I was immersed in the hot wetness of a deep kiss, our mouths locked. I sucked sensuously on his lower lip, giving a slight bite, sexy as I could make it. My blood boiled, my body starting to get hot. I could feel his passion, could practically taste just how much he wanted this and how long he had waited for it.

  Our tongues mingled, gently and then furiously, his hands roving all over my body, stopping here and there to offer a passionate squeeze or pinch, or pulling me closer to him, deeper into his muscular arms. It was an embrace that made me sigh with relief, knowing that I’d made the right decision, thankful that I’d had been bold enough earlier in the night to go after what I wanted and also that I’d had the courage to follow through.

  After pushing through those first awkward moments, I felt something beginning to develop with Colt. It became clearer and clearer as we stood there, hands all over each other, making out in the front hallway of my apartment. He squeezed my ass right then with both hands, pulling me up and into him, bringing me against the hard cock I could feel growing in his jeans.

  DAMN! He was big and he was ready to go – and I’d be lying if I said this didn’t turn me on. Finally, I had a man here who took control, who took what he wanted, when he wanted it. He picked me up in his arms and moved me over to the couch in the living room of the apartment, laying me down gently before practically pouncing on top of me.

  Now we were back at it again, sucking at each other’s mouths, tongues wet and warm, playing with each other. I never dreamed of this type of subtlety and depth in the mere act of a kiss. And yet here was Colt, driving me wild with each touch, nearly worshipping my body with the movement of his hands. I felt him draw a long line with his fingers as he moved them from my ass up to my chest, sneaking them slowly under my blouse.

  I got up from the couch slightly, reaching back to snap my bra clasp so I could feel the tough skin of Colt’s calloused hands against my tender nipples. Maybe that sounds strange, but to my mind there’s something incredibly sexy about that, the feeling in a man’s hands that he’s no stranger to hard work. It showed me who Colt was – a man who was tough to the outside world, but tender with a woman. It was this pleasing contrast that drove me wild with desire.

  But perhaps secretly, I wanted him to be a bit rough with me as well. With these thoughts I realized I was unconsciously gyrating beneath him, gyrating against the feeling of that rock-hard bulge that had built up in his jeans. He grinded back as his hand danced across my nipple, moving his fingers teasingly before cupping my breast in a moment on passion. Oh, how much longer would we bother keeping our clothes on? It seemed so pointless by now. Both of us just wanted the other. I almost wondered if we would even bother moving to the bedroom.

  I felt a slight tug on my blouse, and I reached down, getting up slightly so I could pull it up over my head. I let my bra slide off slowly, looking up innocently at Colt only to find mad desire in his eyes. He buried his face between my gorgeous breasts. I wrapped my hands around his head, pulling at his short, cropped hair as I held him against me. He cupped a breast in each hand and brought my nipples to his mouth, sucking and licking each one in turn. Finally, a man who appreciate my curves, I thought.

  But soon my thoughts grew less comprehensible as I became immersed in the present act. He drove me wild, his tongue heightening my sensitivity. Emitting a breathy moan I threw my head back against the couch. I didn’t believe I could want him any more in that moment than I already did, but each lick sent my lust rocketing sky high.

  For the first time, I noticed how wet I had already grown – and Colt hadn’t even touched me there. But just as soon as I realized this, I became fixated on his cock, obsessed even. I wanted him inside me, fucking me hard, giving me all he had.

  Colt wanted the same thing, and he was getting ready, shedding layer after layer of clothes. His jacket lay on the floor; I looked up as he unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt before ripping it off over his head, standing above me with that big, broad chest. I gushed, closing my eyes as if it was too much for me to see. He was so damn fit, so toned and muscular – I almost felt I’d orgasm with the skin of his ripped upper body pressed directly against mine.

  Now he undid his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it through the loops of his jeans. Suddenly, I realized what my own hands were doing, finding myself unzipping and sliding my own jeans off of my hips, exposing my thick thighs and voluptuous ass. Hesitation, insecurity, embarrassment didn’t run through my mind for a single second. I knew by Colt’s touch that he loved my body just how it was, that my curves turned him on, that the mere thought of my ass bumping up against him as he fucked me sent his heart racing and made his huge dick throb with desire.

  I could see that now as his jeans fell to the floor; a throbbing bulge, his big package waiting for me. I grabbed the band of his boxer-briefs and pulled him over towards me, wetting my lips with a little lick and giving him a wink. When he was closer I pulled them down gently, his cock bobbing as I loosed it from the confines of his boxer shorts. I clasped my hand around it, giving it a little jerk, my hand moving up and down the shaft in easy, pleasing motion, pulling him closer to me so that I could put him inside my mouth.

  As Colt came close to me, I licked my lips once again, my mouth wet, the deepest lust permeating my body as I took his cock into my mouth. Lying there, my head laid back on the couch cushion and turned in his direction, I sucked slowly and gently. He stood by the couch, his hips moving in rhythmic fashion, easing in and out of my mouth as my tongue rolled around his big head. Even with my tongue I could feeling him pulsing, every throbbing vein noticeable as I pursed my mouth around his cock.

  He stayed gentle for a while, but kept pushing more deeply until I could feel him at the back of my throat. Soon he was pushing even further, I relaxed my throat as best I could, but his gigantic cock had me gagging. I fucking loved it. Then he started ramming himself into my throat harder, I moaned as I sucked. Then my body shook, a bright new energy shooting through me as I felt his fingers inside me.

  I glanced down and saw him moving his hand beneath my panties, his fingers dipping into the warm wetness that had grown between my legs. I tried to concentrate on pleasing him, going fast and slow, my mouth working the tip as I jerked on his shaft or gave a gentle squeeze to his balls. But it was hard to concentrate with those fingers pushing inside me, even more difficult when he moved up to my clit, massaging in slow, circular motions before going faster, and faster, and FASTER!

  I swore I would come right then and there, it was almost too much for my aching body. I lay backwards moaning on the couch as he touched me in just the right way. Even I didn’t know my body this well. I kept trying to suck him off, to give him a blowjob, slickening that fat cock with my mouth’s saliva. But it was impossible to give him what he needed like this, with him pleasuring me in a way that made concentration something absolutely beyond my ability.

  Moaning loudly, I felt him push his fingers back inside me as his thumb rubbed my clit. I grinded on his fingers, trying to get him to push them deeper. But in doing so I signaled what I really wanted from him: his gigantic cock parting my folds, nearly breaking me in half with his size. It’d been so long since I’d been with anyone, I knew I was tight, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted it hard and deep. Give it to me! I thought.

  It was then that Colt took his cock from my mouth, slick with my saliva and glistening. The wetness between my legs was pure insanity and seeing him standing over me, his huge dick e
rect and pulsing, it was hard to wait a moment longer. I looked up at him, then closed my eyes, moaning as if to beg him to shove his cock inside me. He looked down then slowly slid my panties completely off. I lifted my legs up, making it easier. And once I was completely naked, I spread my legs for him, letting him know I was ready to be fucked as hard as he liked.

  Colt kneeled down on top of me on the couch, his hands pushing my thighs apart. I arched my back, waiting, waiting, waiting… for his cock inside me. Then I emitted a loud moan, feeling the delightful pain of being stretched by Colt’s enormous cock. I gasped after that first thrust, my breathing shortened and my senses heightened as my folds enveloped his cock.

  I hadn’t expected this – to be filled up so completely. Hours ago at the bar I had no idea what was ahead, no sense that a mild flirtation would turn into a sensual invitation that would commence such a passionate and hot fuck. Those gentle thrusts still caused the slightest pain, my pussy so tight. I could tell Colt was holding back, sensing that he was pushing my body to its max. I tapped him softly on the shoulder, getting his attention. I brought my mouth up towards his ear and have it a little nibbling, bite.

  “You can go harder if you want to…” I whispered.

  Chapter Eight

  Colton

  I was gentle with her at first, showering her body with kisses before that first thrust inside her. Her pussy so wet, but also so incredibly tight. Hearing her soft moans, I knew I had to go slowly, to give her the patient, soft thrusts that would build her to climax. But I could hardly help myself, and the moment she told me I could go harder I started stroking fast and deep.

  I thrust my cock inside her as deep as it could go, holding myself inside her, feeling her gyrating, pushing herself onto my throbbing dick. She was loving it, loving the passionate fury of this hot fuck. She liked it rough, but only with the right man. And I was the right man tonight, with my hands clasped around her hips, sliding down to that voluptuous, heartbreaking ass of her. I grabbed two handfuls and gave her a hard thrust letting her know just how into her I was.