by Cassie Cole
A soft vibrating sound filled the air as she turned it on and handed it to me. “You’re driving, cowboy.”
The head of the vibrator was round, like a small apple. I lowered it between her legs and pressed it against her clit. Immediately, she sighed with pleasure.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
“Are you joking?”
“Just making sure.” She shivered with ecstasy. “Lower. And more pressure. Yes, just like—ohh yeah…”
Haley’s entire demeanor changed. Her face went slack and her jaw opened. Her shoulders rounded back, and her spine arched on the bed and lowered back down. With the aid of a vibrating sex toy, it was like I had become her sexual puppet master.
It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
“Ohhhhh…” she moaned, driving her hips into the vibrator. “Come here. I want to taste you.”
I climbed onto the bed next to her, taking care to keep the bulbous head of the vibrator pressed against her clit. On my knees, I used my free hand to grab the end of her ponytail and pull her head toward my dick. Her lips parted eagerly as I filled her mouth with my cock. Even though I had just come not even a minute ago, I was instantly hard again.
Within moments, Haley was moaning around my cock and trembling with a sudden, intense orgasm. She sighed back into the bed.
“That was so hot,” I said in wonder. I pulled the vibrator away…
She pulled my dick out of her mouth. “No! Don’t stop! I need more…”
I couldn’t believe that she wasn’t done yet. I’d thought women having multiple orgasms was a myth, even with the help of a vibrator. But the moment I put the vibrating head against her clit her entire body tensed, then melted, then tensed again.
Her lips eagerly opened for my cock again, neck bobbing up and down on it. Watching this beautiful woman in a state of pure pleasure was hotter than anything I had ever imagined, and I felt my cock tingling within minutes.
“Haley…” I groaned. “I’m going to come again…”
“Mmm hmm,” she hummed around my dick. She was driving her hips up into my vibrator no matter how hard I pressed it down against her. She was about to come again.
So am I.
I moaned louder and louder, warning her that I was about to come. I wanted desperately to come in her mouth, but I didn’t want to surprise her with that, so I started to pull out so I could blow my load all over her perfect breasts. Before I could, Haley reached around and grabbed a handful of my ass, pulling my cock against her face and keeping me inside her mouth.
She groaned and shivered and bucked underneath me as she came again. I gasped as I felt myself thrown over ecstasy’s edge. My cock throbbed and filled her pretty mouth with my come, and she kept her lips wrapped tight to catch every drop.
I pulled the vibrator away from between her legs, and this time she let me. Her lips pressed together in a kiss on the tip of my cock, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed the gift I had given her. A tiny trickle of come ran out the side of her mouth, which she quickly licked away.
Then she reached up, grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled my lips to hers. I tasted a hint of my own saltiness on her tongue. Just enough to remind me what she had just done.
I went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came out, I paused to admire Haley’s body. She was still laying on her back, with one knee bent in a small gesture of modesty. Her cream-colored skin glistened with perspiration. She looked completely, totally, satisfied.
She rolled her head toward me. “You going to stand there all night?”
“Just admiring the view.”
Haley slid her legs off the other side of the bunk, then sat up. She used her toe to fish her panties off the ground, then shimmied into them carefully enough that I only saw a glimpse of her ass before it was hidden beneath white cotton.
“I didn’t take you for the shy type.”
She rounded the bed and grinned at me. “More shy than some.” Her finger trailed along the top of my penis in passing, and then she closed the bathroom door on me.
By the time she came back out, I was myself and sitting on the bed. “Hey. I hope I wasn’t too pushy…”
She scoffed and tossed her head. She had let down her hair in the bathroom, and the motion sent dark locks whispering across her face. “You were exactly what I needed.”
I nudged the box of toys on the ground with my foot. “I meant pushy with your toys. Being curious about them.”
She climbed into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m glad you were. I don’t think I ever would have been adventurous enough to bring those up with a partner.”
“So you were serious? You’ve never used those with anyone else?”
“Just by myself.”
I chuckled ruefully. “That vibrator was insane. The moment it touched you, it was like you were suddenly under its spell. Under my spell.”
“A good vibrator is an amazing thing.” She hesitated. “So you were okay with all of that? It wasn’t weird!”
“Hell no!” I exclaimed. “Why would it be weird?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “Some guys are weird about pleasing a woman. I always assumed that if I brought a vibrator to bed with me, the guy might feel inadequate.”
“No insecurities from me, babe. That thing is a beast.”
She kissed me gently on the cheek. “It’s good by itself, but it’s much better when used with someone else. Thanks for letting me try it.”
I gave her a wink. “We might need to play with some of the other toys, then.”
“Who says I want to do this again?” she said with a blank face.
“Uhh…”
She kept up the poker face for a few seconds, then dissolved into a fit of giggles. “I’d love to try some of the others. As long as you’re not weird about them.”
“Then it’s a date,” I said.
“Why wait?” She gave me a kiss, and for a moment I was fantasizing about sticking around and going for round three. It was tempting.
Really tempting.
I broke off the kiss and cupped her chin. “I’m bone tired from today’s work. And I’m sure you are too.”
Haley sighed, and gave me an adorable pout. “I’m not happy about it, but yeah. I’m ready to pass out.”
“Something to look forward to, then?”
She pecked me on the cheek. “You bet.”
Neither of us acknowledged that I had to leave. It was an unspoken understanding. The bunks were too small for two people to sleep comfortably, and if we got caught sleeping together it would ruin the team dynamic we were trying to build at Redding Base. Not to mention how the other jumpers would treat her. Unlike Haley, I would never get called a slut for sleeping with someone.
Sometimes being a guy was easy.
I gathered the empty beers into my backpack and opened the door a crack. Everything seemed quiet and peaceful in the hallway. I gave Haley a final kiss goodbye, and then slipped out into the hall, closing the door silently behind me.
When I turned, Derek was right next to me. He’d stopped in his tracks right next to Haley’s door.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, pushing past him toward my bunk door. Derek followed me.
“I was going to apologize to Haley,” he said. “What are you doing?”
Shit. If our timing had been any different, Derek might have knocked on the door while my cock was in Haley’s mouth and her vibrator was making her squirm and moan. That would have sucked. A reminder that what she and I were doing was risky. We’d need to be careful next time.
I unzipped my backpack and pulled out an empty bottle. “I brought her some beer.”
Derek followed me as I walked to my bunk room. I opened the door and flicked on the lights. Derek lingered in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Getting her drunk, huh?”
I made an annoyed noise. “The beer was for me, but I didn’t want to drink alone. And I figured she
could use it after you were a dick to her at dinner.”
Derek pursed his lips. He reminded me of a douchebag sailor I’d known on the carrier who always looked like he’d just bit into a lemon. “That’s why I was going to apologize.”
I swept my hand. “Then what are you waiting for? You’re in the wrong room, pal.”
“You should be careful,” he said.
“About what?”
He snorted. “You know what I mean.”
I dropped my bag of empty beers next to my bed and rounded on him. “Says the guy who had a big fat crush on Haley at McCall. Don’t look so surprised, buddy. It was pretty fucking obvious.”
Derek’s throat bobbed as he swallowed a lump in his throat. “Yeah, well,” he stammered, “you had a crush on her too.”
“Of course I did!” I said with a laugh. “Everyone had a crush on Haley. Nothin’ wrong with that. Just don’t go judging me for it, alright hombre?”
He stared me down like he knew what had just happened. How Haley and I had been fooling around not five minutes ago. Could he smell it on me when I passed him in the hallway? I always thought I smelled like sex after being with a woman.
To change the subject, I pointed a finger at Derek accusingly. “You’ve had a bug up your ass since we got here. Haley’s noticed it too. What’s your deal? If you’re not cut out to be a smokejumper…”
“I’m cut out for it just fine,” he said stubbornly. “As much as you.”
“Then fucking act like it,” I shot back. “Either sack up, or leave. Because we’ve got it tough enough out here without your toxic attitude adding another layer of bullshit to the whole thing.”
Somehow, his lips pursed even more than before. It was the kind of glower some women probably thought was sexy. To me, it was even more annoying.
“Be careful with Haley,” he warned. “If you hurt her…”
I waited for him to finish the sentence. To complete his macho testosterone intimidation bullshit ceremony, the same thing guys had been doing for centuries when they were jealous.
But instead, he closed my door and left.
I went to the door and listened to his boots go down the hall. He walked past Haley’s door without stopping, then went inside his own bunk. Guess he wasn’t going to apologize tonight.
“I need to be careful from now on,” I muttered to myself. We couldn’t afford to get caught. But thinking of that just made me think of the next time I would see Haley, and which toys we would pull out of her cardboard box…
Am I making a huge mistake?
Right then, with Haley’s smell on my clothes and her taste on my lips, I didn’t give a damn if it was a mistake.
16
Haley
I slept like a corpse, exhausted and satisfied. Several different pleasures all mixed together: the satisfaction of giving-in to my body’s exhaustion from building the handline, the happiness of a belly full of food and beer, and the deep satisfaction that came from being sexually spent.
Holy crap, it was hot, I thought as I woke and changed into my olive drab uniform. I can’t believe I was ever self-conscious about my toys.
Yeah, we had broken the rule we’d set for ourselves. But it felt good to be naughty.
And I couldn’t wait to be naughty again.
I intended to go to the common room to get some breakfast, but before I could leave the barracks hallway Trace emerged from his room. I blinked at the sight—he wore nothing but thin running shorts which revealed the larger portion of his powerful quadriceps muscles, like two tree trunks planting into the ground wherever he walked. His torso was a tall V-shape of pure muscle, broad shoulders at the top tapering down to a slender waist, with a painting of muscles in between. His chestnut hair was still a slight mess from his pillow, but that was his only imperfection.
Holy crap, I thought.
“Going for a morning run,” he said. “It’s good to get the blood flowing after yesterday’s work. You’re welcome to join me.”
I wasn’t sure my body was ready to do anything even close to exercise, but his invitation sounded genuine rather than just polite. “Not a bad idea. Give me a minute to change.”
“Meet you on the runway,” he said with a warm smile.
I changed into some running shorts and a sports bra, then met him out the back of the barracks leading to the Redding Airport runway. The sun still hadn’t risen above the Cascade Range to the east, but the sky was already looking like a beautiful shade of blue. If you ignored the blotch of smoke to the north.
Trace wasn’t the only one waiting outside. A dozen of the Redding smokejumpers were standing around stretching.
Smiles disappeared as I joined them.
“Alright, let’s get moving,” Trace announced. “Two loops around the airport.”
We began jogging away from the smokejumper barracks. Redding Base’s two C23 Sherpa aircraft were sitting out on the open tarmac, and Trace led a path underneath the wing. Each jumper reached up to run their fingers underneath the wing in passing. I smiled as I did the same. I loved little ceremonies and traditions like that.
Hopefully I’ll be on that plane during our next mission.
After passing the aircraft, Trace turned us north along the outer boundary of the Redding airport. There was a path beaten into the grass right next to the barbed-wire fence, and we clustered up into a tight pack with me at the back.
“Fuck, that aches,” one of the guys in front of me said. “I know my core muscles need it, but I’d rather be back in bed.”
“Tell me about it,” I chimed in. “It feels like someone spent all night using my thighs as punching bags.”
They glanced back at me, then stopped talking. Fine. Be that way.
My muscles protested as we ran north toward the sky of smoke, then reached the corner of the airport wall and turned east. These guys were keeping up a brisk pace, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Feeling lonely in the back, I cut to the inside and lengthened my stride. I felt their eyes on me as I passed them, and did my best to ignore them. I was just another jumper out here for the morning run.
I fell in beside Trace and matched my stride to his. “You guys do this every off-day?”
“Active recovery is the best way to avoid an injury,” he said simply.
“And you always lead the group?”
“Someone has to.”
I grunted. “For someone who doesn’t want to be a team lead, you fall into the mold of leadership with ease.”
He glanced at me. “Running laps around the airport isn’t leadership. A golden retriever could do that.”
I disagreed, but I wasn’t here to start an argument. “Thanks for inviting me,” I said instead.
He grunted in response.
As we jogged along the fence surrounding the airport, our group spread out a bit. Trace and I led the way, with another cluster of guys ten feet back, and then a third group ten feet behind them. I could hear the other groups whispering to each other but it wasn’t loud enough for me to hear the words. My imagination assumed they were talking about me.
“Thanks for treating us better than the rest,” I said after fifteen minutes.
“They’ll come around,” Trace said. “Sooner or later.”
“Hopefully sooner,” I muttered. “You were standoffish the first time you met us too, when we arrived. What changed?”
He smirked over at me. He had a great smile when he wasn’t trying to seem intimidating. It brightened up his entire face above his hard jawline and sharp nose. “We worked together yesterday. You handled the crosscut saw better than any rookie I’ve seen.”
“Thanks,” I said, glad that my cheeks were already red so he couldn’t see me blush.
“That’s how things are here,” Trace went on. “Everyone’s skeptical of the rookies until they prove their worth. It’s tough not to be when we rely on each other to survive out in the forest. If one person doesn’t pull their weight, everyone is at risk.”
I nodd
ed along. “No, I get it. Things were the same way in the Air Force. Distrust and some light hazing until the rookies proved they were part of the team. It’s good to weed out the kids with weak constitutions early.”
“Air Force, huh?” he said.
“Three years at Seymour Johnson Air Force Base,” I replied.
Trace grunted in approval. “Marines for me.”
“You look like a Marine,” I said. “No offense.”
He grinned. “I took it as a compliment.”
We passed the smokejumper barracks, where three new runners were stretching and waiting for us. Derek and Foxy were two of them. They looked like they were engaged in a heated discussion until they saw us. Then they jogged out to join the group.
“We do two laps around here,” Trace announced loudly. “I expect to see you both keep going when we finish.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Derek said. He fell in beside me, awkwardly nodded, then stared straight ahead while running.
I glanced at Foxy, who was on the other side of Trace. He winked at me and said, “What were you two chatting about, boss?”
“I’m not your boss.”
“Trace was explaining how he was in the Marines before this.”
“Oh, the Marines, huh?” Foxy said casually. “Did you know MARINES is actually an acronym? My Ass Rides In Navy Equipment.”
“That’s incredibly funny,” Trace said sarcastically. “I have never heard that before. Not from every single squid I’ve worked with. No sir.”
“Just tellin’ it like it is,” Foxy said. “Y’all can’t do shit without the Navy.”
“You’re not wrong,” Trace replied. “You squids are our Uber drivers. And we don’t even leave a tip.”
“We’re used to Marines being cheap bastards,” Foxy said smoothly. “I think it’s in y’all’s DNA. That’s why us sailors get the best girls.” Once again Foxy winked at me. I pretended not to notice, but it put a smile on my face.
Derek chuckled and said, “We’ve got one of each represented.” He tapped his chest, then pointed at each of us. “Army, Air Force, Marines, and Navy.”
“Now all we need is a Coast Guard to complete the set,” I said.
