by Leila Haven
Traitor
Military Men Book #3
By: Leila Haven
Published by Smutpire Press
Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved
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Chapter 1:
Jennifer
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The flight was cancelled. Cancelled. I was left to bide my time at the airport indefinitely. A line was already forming at the check-in counter – a whole plane worth of people trying to get some answers.
If I didn’t turn up to work on time my boss was going to have a heart attack. It wasn’t like I could just get another connecting flight, they weren’t frequent enough where I was going.
I finally made it to the front of the queue. “Ma’am, the earliest flight we can arrange will be arriving at approximately ten o’clock.”
That was four hours away.
“Do you want me to book you in?” The perfectly dressed woman looked at me, her fingers poised over the keyboard.
It wasn’t like I really had a choice. I needed to get there as fast as possible and driving would take much longer than the plane.
“Fine, yes, please. Book me in.”
I was given a new boarding pass before I left the gate. There wasn’t much else to do in the airport except eat so I headed for the bar.
“Your best house red, please,” I ordered from the bartender. He nodded and poured me a glass, leaving me to stare into it for the next four hours.
I swiveled around on the stool and had a look around the lounge. It was largely empty, only passengers from my cancelled flight seemed to be lingering. They were a mixture of people, from elderly couples to businesspeople ready to relax for a while.
One guy caught my eye and made me stop. He was looking directly at me. I watched as he raised his beer in a ‘cheers’ gesture. I held up my glass in response.
There was a sparkle to the man’s eyes, one that I bet got him into a lot of trouble all the time. His body was buff, I could see the bulges of muscles underneath his tight black T-shirt. His jeans hugged his hips in all the right ways.
It was too dark to see the color of his eyes but I would have put good money on the fact they were blue. With his short sandy blond hair, he looked like an all-American hunk.
I had to tear my gaze away as my cheeks burned hot. While I was looking at him all the thoughts in my head had turned dirty and wild. I wasn’t normally so turned on by a guy just for holding my gaze but I could practically feel the sparks from across the room.
My first glass of wine was quickly finished. The bartender was busy with some other patrons so I was left to stare into my empty glass. A cancelled flight and empty wine glass, my night couldn’t get any worse.
“Airports suck,” a voice appeared at my side, startling me. I hadn’t heard anyone take the next stool beside me.
I didn’t need to lift my gaze to know it was the man I’d been fucking in my head. I looked anyway, curious to see him up close. I was wrong about his eyes, they were chocolate brown.
A warm, gooey chocolate brown.
“I take it you’re trying to get to Los Angeles, too?” I said. He took a long gulp of his beer before he replied.
“Trying to. Not really succeeding so far.” He had a chuckle to his voice that gave me goosebumps. I wanted to kiss those sexy lips until I tasted his laughter.
“I’m trying to get to my next work assignment.”
“I’m heading back to work,” he said. “A buddy of mine just got married.”
The bartender finally topped up my glass. I clinked it on the guy’s beer bottle. “Congratulations to your buddy and his Mrs.”
We both took a gulp and laughed. The wine was going straight to my head, making me more courageous than I normally was. Heat was being generated between us and I’d barely said a word to him.
“I’m stuck here for another four hours,” he said. “How about you?”
“Same. Four long hours in a boring airport. What’s a girl to do?”
“I can think of plenty of things you could do.”
My eyebrows rose in question. The wine was definitely making me feel all warm and tingly. Either that or it was the gorgeous Adonis at my side. “Really? And what would those plenty of things be?”
“You could go shopping.”
“The stores are all closed.”
“You could keep drinking.”
“I’m already feeling a buzz,” I challenged. The way he was looking at me made my stomach do backflips. I wanted to pour wine down his chest and lick it off his warm skin.
“You could read.”
“My Kindle is in my checked luggage.”
He held a napkin between his fingers. “You could tear this up and see how long a strip you could make. I hear there’s a world record.”
“I wouldn’t want to take someone’s world record away from them. Plus, they might disqualify me for being slightly-drunk.”
He pretended to think really hard. “You are making this difficult, you know that?”
I couldn’t suppress the laughter playing on my lips. “Maybe you should think outside the box.”
The guy put down his drink and leaned in closer, so close I could feel his breath tickling my neck and sending a shiver down my spine. “You could let me lead you into a private corner where I can rip all your clothes off. Then I would bend you over and fuck you until your mind is senseless from the pleasure.”
My body was officially on fire. He didn’t need to do anything to scramble my brain because it already was. My breathing was ragged, hitching in my throat and making my pulse race.
He leaned backwards and his gaze went straight back to his beer, like he hadn’t just whispered filthy words in my ear.
It was impossible to tear my eyes away from him. I watched as he drank from his bottle and finished off his beer. I saw his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed. Then I was jealous of his bottle as his strong hands wrapped around it.
I was speechless. No man had ever given me such an indecent proposal before and I was actually considering it. There was a raw sexual attraction between us that had nothing to do with personality or common interests. I wanted his naked body wrapped around mine, I wanted his cock to fill me, and I wanted it right now.
“Okay,” I said, almost in a whisper while I tried to find my voice again.
“You sure about that, dumpling?”
“Dumpling?”
“Yeah, all round and soft in the right places.” His gaze went from my eyes down to my boobs, telling me exactly what he was referring to.
I cleared my throat so I would sound more convincing this time. “Okay.”
He cocked his head in another silent question but I didn’t look away. I did want him to lead me somewhere private so he could take all my clothes off. I wanted him to fuck me and it wasn’t only the wine talking.
I had four hours to kill and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend them than with the man who made me weak at the knees and hot under the collar.
He stood without saying another word, taking my hand and leading me out of the bar. My stomach was a mess of butterflies, not from nerves but sweet anticipation.
I was really going to do it.
I was going to let a complete stranger have his way with me.
Chapter 2:
Jennifer
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Security cameras were all over the airport, making it difficult to actually find a private place. There was only one place that for sure didn’t have any and he knew it too.
We entered the large disabled restroom and locked the door. It must have been freshly clean because the scent of lemons and roses lingered in the air.
Not that I had a chance to really notice.
He pressed me up against the wall, his lips on mine. I found out exactly just how soft his lips were. They pressed against my own, lapping at my mouth like he was claiming ownership.
His hands explored my body, squeezing my boobs through the fabric of my dress. He still managed to find my nipples, pinching them into tight buds that yearned for more.
Our lips parted while we gasped for breath. He recovered quickly, his mouth moving down my chin to my neck. A plethora of a kisses were stamped on my ticklish skin. I was torn between giggling and moaning with pleasure. My body was alive, brought to life by the magician holding my nipple between his fingertips.
“What’s your name?” I managed to gasp out in pieces.
“Does it matter?” he asked, the vibrations from his voice being felt against my skin. He managed to get in another dozen kisses before I could speak again.
“I need to know what name to scream out when I come.”
He laughed, treating me to the soft melody again. “You can call me Shaun.”
Shaun.
It seemed to fit him. He was a big man, all muscles and power. Shaun was definitely a name that matched him.
“I’m Jenny,” I replied, just in case he was curious. I got the feeling he wasn’t, but I needed to say it anyway.
“I’m still going to call you dumpling, dumpling.” He squeezed my boob again and I completely forgot about everyone’s name.
He could call me whatever the hell he wanted.
Just as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing.
I pulled at the hem of his shirt until he relented and stepped back so I could pull it off him. I was right about his chest. As the fabric went up it revealed the chiseled muscles of a professional athlete. Whatever he did in life, it had to be physical.
Just looking at him made me drool. I’d never been with someone so fit before and he was ruining me for all other men that would come after this one-time thing.
A thrill shot down my spine just realizing what I was about to do. Having sex with a stranger in an airport while waiting for a flight was the furthest thing possible from my usual life.
Shaun’s shirt ended up on the floor before he attacked me anew. He found the zipper on my dress, wasting no time in undoing it until the fabric hung limply around me.
He slowed down just for a moment to enjoy sliding the fabric over my shoulders and watching it billow down to the floor. Thankfully I had worn my nice underwear, black lace as opposed to my boring old white cottons.
My boobs bulged over the cups of my bra as he drank in the sight of me. He clearly liked what he was seeing, the bulge in his jeans was impossible to miss.
His hands went to my tits, pushing the cups down so he could pop them out. It took exactly two seconds for his mouth to be where his fingertips had been. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around and making the sensations sing through me.
It was like there was a direct line from my nipples down to my pussy. It sprang to life, pulsing for some action of its own. I was curious to know what his tongue could do down there if it felt this good up here.
He worked my other breast with his hand, showing me how capable and strong his fingers were. My back arched against the wall; I was desperate to get more and more of the pleasure that I craved and yearned for.
Suddenly waiting for four hours in the airport seemed like a very short amount of time. Shaun could take his sweet time with my body, even if it meant we both missed our flights.
It would be worth it.
While my nipple was still in his mouth, his hands caressed my skin. Sliding around to my back, he rubbed circles over the tattoo I knew was there in my lower back before they moved lower. His hands teased the elastic of my panties before slipping under them.
My ass was cupped in his hands as he pulled me closer against him. I was little more than dough, pliable to whatever he wanted me to do.
We were no longer in the airport restroom, we were dancing in the clouds with the bright sun lending us heat to fuel us.
I couldn’t hold on for much longer, I needed Shaun’s cock in me and I needed it now. Patience was giving away to a primal need for the muscled man in front of me. I reached for his jeans and pulled open the zipper.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear. His giant cock took me by surprise, making me even more desperate for him to be in me. It was as hard as his abs, ready to give me what I wanted.
What I needed.
What I desired.
“Like what you see?” he asked with amusement sparkling his dark eyes. I was momentarily embarrassed about being so brazen and caught admiring his manhood. In the next instant, he wiped all those insecurities away. “You’re so sexy you made me all hard, dumpling. You going help me out here?”
My hands wrapped around his cock while he still held me close. It was a rod between us and I couldn’t wait to start riding it. I lightly caressed along his length, watching how it reacted from my touch. I knew it wasn’t what Shaun wanted, but I didn’t want him to get it so easily. I continued caressing him until I could see the need as fire in his eyes.
Then my grip grew tighter. I started pumping him, delighted to feel how much harder he became from my attention. I was getting him ready for me, just as he had made sure I was nice and wet for him.
He gasped with a sharp intake of breath before he stilled my hands, taking them in his. I reluctantly let go of his thick length. “That’s not how I’m going to come, dumping. I’m going to shoot my load in you or we’re walking out of here right now.”
I wasn’t going to argue. Knowing I hadn’t missed my pill in years there wasn’t much to lose. “Sounds good to me.”
He gave me a crooked smile of approval. He let my hands go when he was satisfied that I wouldn’t do something naughty and disobey him. Walking his fingers over my skin all the way to my back again, he tugged my panties down to my knees. I stepped out of them as they fell to the floor.
His hand replaced the fabric of my panties, cupping my pussy before his fingers slid between my folds. Shaun stroked my clit, ramping up my wanton need until it was off the charts. It felt like I was going to die if I didn’t have that sexy man between my legs.
For now, I had to be satisfied with his fingers. The deep need pooled in my belly, keeping me on the brink until I was just about ready to scream. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to be quiet when I did finally get my release.
“You like that, sexy girl?” Shaun asked as he watched me intently with a smirk on his face. My head lolled back, consumed by the fire flowing through my veins. If he kept going I was going to end up as a puddle on the floor.
I could feel the orgasm trying to get a grip on me. It loitered just on the edge, laughing at me as it both threatened and begged to come forward. Whoever this man was, he had serious skills in the intimate department.
Shaun pulled one of my legs up and I wrapped it around him. I could feel the coolness of the air conditioning as it met the wetness of my pussy.
One more stroke and I would have dived into the orgasm pool. Unfortunately, Shaun had other plans. He took his fingers away from my clit, making me almost beg for him to continue.
“God, you’re hot,” he growled. “Your body is a playground for me. I just want to touch and ride everything.”
“It’s all yours,” I replied. “Do as you wish with it.”
“Don’t tempt me, dumpling.”
I wasn’t joking, he could have done anything and I trusted it would only be for our mutual benefit. It felt like I was someone else, the real me was left back at the gate with
my cancelled flight.
A shower of kisses were planted on my neck, sending a signal to my pussy of the pleasure my body was experiencing. Shaun was whipping me into a frenzy, igniting a fire that only he could extinguish.
“Shaun,” I moaned. “God, I want you in me so badly.”
“It’s coming, girl. I gotta make sure you’re all wet for me. Wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurry.” I bit my lip so I didn’t beg him. I’m not going to lie, some pleas were on the tip of my tongue. I needed Shaun so badly and he was dragging it out until I was soaking wet for him.
