by Cassie Cole
A noise down the hall made us both stop. We froze together, still in each other’s arms. Cheek to cheek, listening for whatever sound was disturbing our passion.
“False alarm,” he said, turning back to me.
Despite how badly I wanted him, the fear of being seen with one of my teammates terrified me. I didn’t want to be known as the girl who slept around. That kind of reputation would follow me everywhere I went, like some of the other girls in the Air Force. And the smokejumpers were a much smaller group than that.
But Foxy’s body felt so good against mine, and I wanted to see the rest of his tattooed chest…
He tried to kiss me again, but I put a hand on his shirt to stop him. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
“That’s what makes it so much fun.”
I smiled in spite of myself.
“It’s our last night here,” he said softly. “Nobody will ever know.”
“What if we get transferred to the same smokejumper base?” I whispered back. “Then it’ll be awkward.”
Foxy pursed his lips. “There are seven bases we could be sent to. The odds of getting sent to the same one are slim."
“Slim, but still greater than zero,” I said. My own words disappointed me, but I forced them out. “Getting involved with a teammate is a bad idea.”
He sighed. “Yeah, I know. I was hoping you’d help talk my conscience out of that fact.” Foxy narrowed his eyes, like a bank robber who had just found a way to get into the safe. “We get our assignments tomorrow. If we’re sent to different places…”
“I think we’re being deployed in the morning, right after the briefing with Commander Wallace,” I said regretfully. “We wouldn’t have time for anything.”
He cupped my cheek, fingertips brushing against my ear lobe. “I wish I’d gotten to know you better while we were here, Haley.”
“Me too.”
He kissed me on the lips, but this time it was not a kiss of passion, but a kiss of farewell.
“See you at the graduation ceremony,” he said, then walked down the hall to his bunk room.
I watched him go, and only when he was inside his room did I turn toward my end of the hall.
But I was no longer alone.
Standing at the end of the hall, next to a now-open bedroom door, was Derek. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chiseled chest. His beautiful face bore a frown as he regarded me.
“How much did you see?” I asked as I approached.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said.
I tensed. He must have seen enough. “I didn’t have to do anything. I did it because I wanted to.”
But Derek shook his head. “I didn’t need you to come to my defense at the bar. When those guys were taunting me for being stuck in a tree.”
I relaxed. He wasn’t talking about Foxy and me. “Those guys were being assholes. They don’t understand what us jumpers go through.”
“They always talk shit,” Derek replied. “It’s what they do. The best thing is to act like we’re above it all. Let them talk shit, and just smile back at them.”
Normally, I would have nodded and apologized to Derek. I tried not to be confrontational with my teammates when I could avoid it. But I was exhausted to my bones, and sexually frustrated by talking myself out of going further with Foxy.
“Fuck that,” I spat. “Those shit-stains don’t put themselves in danger like we do. I won’t let them talk that way about one of my teammates, especially not in public.” I cocked my head. “Unless what you’re really embarrassed about is being defended by a girl.”
To my relief, Derek laughed. “Hell no. Like Foxy said at the bar, I’d rather have you on my jump team than most of the guys here.” His expression softened. “I just didn’t want you starting a fight for my benefit.”
I nodded. “Sorry for jumping in.”
“Pun intended?”
“Hah! Totally by accident.”
Derek surprised me by hugging me. I melted into his hard, muscular body and let my hand linger on the back of his neck. His shampoo smelled like lemon.
“Goodnight, Haley,” he said, then went into his bunk and closed the door.
“Goodnight, Derek,” I whispered to myself.
4
Foxy
Man, I was so close.
I’d been watching Haley for the five weeks we’d been here. Admiring her from afar, while occasionally chatting her up whenever we got paired together for training exercises. She was good at what she did. Real good. Everyone in the smokejumper program was elite, but I could tell she put more effort into it than most.
Most guys around here looked at her like a little sister. Or a really trusted colleague. And although I kind of thought of her like that too, I couldn’t help but appreciate how she looked as a woman. It was impossible not to. The roundness of her hips and the way her ass fit inside her jeans. The perky tits that were usually hidden beneath her jumpsuit, but which were on display nicely tonight. The cocky half-smile she gave when she knew she was about to crush a task or training exercise.
I couldn’t get her out of my head. It was driving me crazy.
And then we’d had our moment during the jump. She shared her vulnerable side with me up on the plane, and then we’d shared some drinks at the bar, and walked back together, and then kissed in the barracks…
Man. I was so close.
But deep down, I knew we had to keep things professional. Haley was my teammate here. Nothing fucked up a team dynamic worse than two people bumping uglies and then being uncomfortable afterwards. I’d seen it too many times on the USS Carl Vinson. Any awkwardness while in the line of fire could get people killed.
And here, when we were all smokejumpers? The stakes were much higher.
“I’m a dumbass,” I muttered.
“Huh?” grumbled Carter, my bunkmate on the other bed. “You say something?”
“Naw,” I replied. “Just talking to myself.”
I crawled into my own bed and stared at the plaster ceiling in the darkness. I still had a raging hard-on after making out with Haley in the hall. Under the covers, I slowly slid my hand down into my boxers and began stroking myself. My cock was hot, like a warmed-up muscle ready for a workout. I imagined spreading Haley’s pussy lips and plunging my dick inside. Keeping it inside her while holding her in my arms, and then fucking her harder and faster. Feeling her body quiver underneath me as she took every shuddering thrust, hard and loud and sweaty as our bodies became one, tangled together in bed…
I stopped stroking myself and sighed. Imagining it wasn’t good enough. I wanted the real thing. I wanted Haley.
I wanted to make her mine.
But after tomorrow, I probably wouldn’t see her again.
Can I accept that? I wondered as I lay alone in bed.
5
Haley
I was a mess of indecision.
I’d spent my entire career trying to stamp down temptations for my fellow colleagues. Being one of the few women in the Air Force meant constantly being flirted with, hit on, or outright propositioned. As a matter of professional necessity, I always turned them down. Even when I desperately wanted to be with them.
Coming to smokejumping school, I had maintained that strict policy in my head. But now that we were done, and being sent off to smokejumping bases around the country tomorrow…
What would it hurt to have a little fun with Foxy?
No, I told myself as I got ready for bed. I’ll get a reputation. Word will spread. I’ll arrive at my new base and the men will already have an opinion of me.
I knew all of that logically, like knowing that two plus two made four. But I wished I could ignore it, just for one night.
It was too late now. Foxy had gone back to his room. I was all alone, sexually frustrated in my room by myself.
I don’t have to stay that way, though.
I went to the closet a
nd fished around in a cardboard box. My box of goodies, as I called it. The best way to resist temptation was to make sure I was always satisfied.
I pulled out my favorite vibrator. A Magic Massager Deluxe, battery powered and with eight vibration settings. I settled underneath the covers of my bed, slid my pajamas off until I was wearing only panties, and flipped the power switch. The toy hummed to life in my hand, sending numbing vibrations up my arm.
The moment it touched my clit, I melted into the bed.
I was able to orgasm from vaginal stimulation with a man, but there was nothing comparable to clitoral stimulation with a vibrator. It was like comparing a hammer to a nail gun. Sure, the hammer would get the job done, but the nail gun was so much more efficient at it.
I increased the speed of the vibrator and let my mind drift to Foxy.
I pictured him walking through the forest, carrying a chainsaw with ease and smiling at everyone. I imagined the way he smelled: pine needles, chainsaw fumes, and the rich soil beneath his feet. His face was covered with grease and sweat, although his perfect white smile cut through it all.
Moaning softly to myself, I increased the vibrator another degree. Now Foxy was taking off his shirt, revealing the ink underneath…
A knock came at the door.
My door, in my room. Not my imagination.
I turned off the vibrator and froze, waiting.
“Haley?” came a voice. The door opened slowly.
Panicking, I slid my vibrator under the bed and then ducked back under the covers. Foxy’s face appeared in the crack in the door, smiling awkwardly.
“Foxy?” I asked. My cheeks felt red. “What…”
He slipped inside the rest of the way, closed the door behind him, and then leaned against it. He hadn’t changed clothes, and the v-neck covered his chest so tightly that in the darkness it almost looked like he was shirtless.
“I’m not the kind of guy who goes through life with regrets,” he explained. His eyes were glowing pools across the room. “That’s not the man I want to be. Someone who looks back at their life and wonders if they made the right decisions.”
Foxy is in my room right now, there’s a vibrator underneath my bed, and I’m wetter than the Brazilian rainforest.
“You don’t seem like that kind of man,” I said awkwardly.
He scratched the short-cut beard along his jaw. “I don’t want to regret things with you, Haley. And right now I’m scared I will. I’m terrified I’m missing out on something I’ll never be able to forget.”
Butterflies swirled around in my stomach. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?
My entire body wanted to give in to him right then. I yearned for his touch, to make love to me in a way that the vibrator could never do. But the voice in my head spoke before I could stop it.
“We can’t sleep together,” I whispered.
He grinned wolfishly. “Who said anything about sleep?”
It was the kind of sexy line that should have made me toss aside all inhibition. But I said, “You know what I mean. We can’t have sex.”
But I want to. He’s in my room. Just a few feet away. I want him to fuck me like it’s our last night at McCall.
Foxy shook his head. “What if we don’t have sex?”
I blinked. “I don’t understand.”
Finally Foxy left the door, pawing toward me in the darkness. I tensed with anticipation as he slid aside the bedsheets, then lowered himself on top of me. Covering me with his muscular mass, and his delicious smell, and the beautiful face I wanted to do filthy, wonderful things to me.
He kissed me slowly, lips brushing against mine. I surrendered to the amazing way he made me feel, and soon our kisses were passionate and heavy. Long kisses with tongue that left us gasping and breathless.
I spread my legs beneath him, and his crotch sank into me. I felt the hardness of his cock pressing against my panties with tantalizing pressure. He felt big.
I wondered what he would feel like inside me.
He ground his hips into me as we kissed, pressing deeper and deeper until my panties were even more drenched. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I raised my butt and slid my panties down my legs. “Take off your pants.”
Foxy grinned and obeyed. His jeans slid off, and then his boxers after that, revealing his throbbing cock. Then he did something that pulled my eyes away from his delicious manhood. He tugged his shirt over his head, finally giving me a full view of his chest tattoo. Painted in dark ink was a car engine with pistons extending outward. Surrounding the engine and covering it was a garden of flowers, vines, and leaves. Roses blossomed on the tips of the engine pistons, and vines snaked around the main engine block. The design ran up his chest and across his collar and shoulders.
It was sexy. It was beautiful.
I ran my fingers over it and said, “I want you, Foxy.”
He bent back down to kiss me. “I thought we agreed no sex.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” I said while lacing my fingers into his dark hair.
Foxy sank into me, but his cock slid through my pussy lips and against my clit rather than inside of me. I reached down to guide him in, but he grabbed my wrist and held it out to my side.
“No sex,” he grinned. “That was the rule.”
Slowly, he began grinding his cock against me. Pressing the underside of his shaft into my lips, moving it up and down.
Even though it wasn’t what I really wanted, I moaned at how good it felt. Foxy smothered me with his muscular, tattooed body while we kissed and rubbed against each other like teenagers.
I reached between my legs to take hold of his cock. “No penetration…” he said cruelly.
“I won’t,” I whispered.
He sucked in his breath as my fingers wrapped around his cock. It was hard, and hot like a wildfire. Rather than guiding it into my pussy like I desperately wanted, I pressed the tip against my clit and rubbed it in a circle. Using his cock like my own personal vibrator—although one that didn’t actually vibrate.
“Mmm you feel good,” Foxy rumbled while kissing my neck.
I stroked him faster. “If you think this feels good, you should feel my pussy.”
“Oh, I want to,” he moaned into my collarbone. “But we agreed to be good.”
“I’d rather be bad…”
“Don’t we all?”
“Then fuck me,” I whispered. “Bury your cock inside of me.”
He made a noise deep within his throat. He gave me one final kiss, then raised himself off of me.
I yelped as he flipped me over onto my belly. I felt his lips touch the base of my neck, then kiss down my spine. His fingers rubbed my sopping-wet pussy from behind, up and down until his fingers were coated. I looked over my shoulder and saw him stroking himself, getting my juices all over his cock. Lubricating himself.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Fuck me.”
He waggled a thin finger in my face. “Nuh uh.”
“You tease me!”
“Babe, I haven’t even begun to tease you.”
He lowered himself onto me like he was going to do push-ups. Waves of heat came off his cock as he wedged it between my ass cheeks. Holding himself up with his left arm, he slid his right hand underneath my hip. His fingers moved down my belly until they settled upon my special place, and then began rubbing a circle into my clit.
I moaned loudly at his touch.
“I bet you like that,” he said lustily.
“Ohh, I do!”
As he rubbed a fire into my clit, he thrust his cock back and forth between my ass cheeks. It slid along my skin easily since it was coated in my juices.
He fucked me into the bed like that, without actually fucking me. I trembled as the tip of his cock slid down my ass and against my pussy, hoping for a brief moment that he would plunge it inside. Then he slid it back up, across my tight back door and between my firm butt cheeks. G
rinding against me harder and harder as he rubbed my clit.
The teasing nature of it, right on the edge of what I really wanted, was hotter than I ever could have expected. Constantly bringing himself to the edge of penetration before denying me his thick cock. And although his fingers weren’t the same as a vibrator, they were doing a tremendous job on my clit, pressing into my pelvis with the perfect amount of pressure.
Soon I was thrusting my ass up to meet him, pretending that he was actually inside of me.
“Fuck me,” I moaned as the fire built within my pussy. “Fuck me, Foxy. Just like that.”
“God, your ass feels good,” he groaned. His breathing drew quicker, short gasps as he nuzzled my neck, beard scratching against my skin. I felt my climax rising quickly, and I was just on the edge as his fingertips worked their magic on my most sensitive place.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Just like that, don’t stop, harder, yes, yes, yes…”
“Haley,” he breathed into my ear. “Yes, oh fuck yes…”
He nibbled on my shoulder, and it drove me over the edge. I clenched my eyes shut and everything shimmered and shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure emanated from my pussy and clit. I choked down the screams that I wanted to let out, knowing that we couldn’t make too much noise.
Foxy smothered me with his body, wrapping an arm underneath me and around my chest. He gasped and groaned, and then I felt hot spurts of his come splashing on my lower back, shooting out of his cock that was still wedged between my ass cheeks.
He held me tight as we both came together, and for a long time after.
6
Haley
I woke up the next morning feeling like I’d been run over by a dump truck. The tendons in my elbows ached and were so tight I couldn’t extend my arms all the way out. My abs felt like someone had been punching them in my sleep. And my upper back and neck were so stiff I struggled to turn my head to reach for my phone alarm.
