Lit Fuse

by Caisey Quinn

  “I want to ride you. Hard.” She tilted her head when he didn’t roll the condom on immediately. “That okay?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Chase rolled the latex over his shaft. Praise the gods of vehicular sex. The only thing she’d changed her mind about was the position.

  She leaned forward and kissed him deeply before giving him a shy smile.

  “I can taste myself on you. On your lips.”

  “See? Sweet like I said, right?” Chase kissed her roughly, making sure she got another good taste of her delicious arousal. “You taste so damn good.” He slipped a finger between them, sliding it directly to the center of her then brushing it over her mouth. She gasped in shock as he kissed her scandalized lips. “So damn good,” he repeated. “You like the way you taste, baby?”

  She practically purred against his mouth. “I like the way I taste on you.”

  He reached for her hips and pulled her on top of him so that her knees straddled either side of him. His head fell back against the headrest as her gloriously tight heat slid down, enveloping him. His jugular was exposed and he was aware that this woman—this woman who hustled him once already, who took what she wanted instead of accepting what she got—she was no ordinary female. She was spectacular and slightly terrifying in a siren sort of way. Perhaps she’d devour him like a black widow afterward, but with her tight pussy milking his cock relentlessly, he simply couldn’t bring himself to care.

  “God you feel so good,” she said directly into his ear. “So thick and big, filling me perfectly.” She found her rhythm and began riding him in earnest.

  Yanking the top of her dress down, he lifted one breast from the lacy cup of her bra and brought it to his mouth. He loved that she was all soft lace under her tough exterior. It made him feel like he’d discovered a secret, uncovered deeply buried treasure no other man would ever find.

  Chase had never been particularly possessive of women he slept with, but something about this one made him want to beat his chest and light a ring of fire around her. He wanted her to be his, tonight. Tomorrow. For as long as this unfamiliar desire lasted.

  The raspy moans and whimpers she made as he suckled her nipples were for him, dammit. And no other motherfucker would have the pleasure of hearing them anytime soon if he could help it.

  When her pace quickened frantically, Chase dug his fingers deeply into the flesh on her ass and moved his attention to her other breast.

  “Take it, sweetheart. Take what you need,” he prompted while thrusting his hips upward so he could get deeper inside her.

  “I need to come again,” Vivien breathed. “I need it so bad. Make me come, Chase.”

  Chase moved his hands to her hips and used the leverage to slam her down on his cock over and over until she was on the edge of orgasm. He was a man possessed, watching her ride the mind-shattering wave of ecstasy.

  Animalistic need took over as his own release came and he lost control of his mouth. His lips whispered words he had no control over. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Come for me, sweet girl. Come all over my cock the way you came on my tongue.”

  He licked between her breasts, his teeth scraped her neck, and he had the strangest desire to mark her somehow.

  Vivien’s inner walls squeezed him so tightly he lost the ability to breathe for a moment. She kept him pinned down as she extracted every single drop of his pleasure from his body, draining him until he barely had the energy to remain upright.

  Chase’s fingers dug into the firm flesh on her hips as he held her down on his shaft and emptied himself inside of her.

  Once they’d both dropped down from their ascent, Vivien’s body fell slack against his. He kept his arms loosely wrapped around her while catching his breath. His heart pounded so hard he wondered if she could feel it on the other side of his chest. They hadn’t even gotten completely naked and yet his mind was blown.

  Never before had it been like that for him. Wild. Reckless. Intense as fuck. Chase had completely lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. He was adrift in a sea of red hair and drowning in a mysterious hazel gaze.

  “We can go to my place. As soon as I regain feeling in my legs.” He leaned back and looked into her sated eyes.

  “I can’t. I have to be somewhere early tomorrow.”

  “So do I. I’ll set an alarm. Or five.”

  She smiled. “I really should go. I’ll Uber it home from here.”

  He pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms and not wanting to let go. “Just give me five minutes to recover and I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

  She yawned then ducked her head sheepishly. “Five minutes. Then I really have to go.”

  “Tell me your last name,” he said before adding, “please.”

  “Brooks,” she said with a smile in her voice.

  Chase relaxed, thoroughly enjoying the postorgasmic bubble they were cocooned in. “I feel like I might wake up tomorrow and realize I dreamt this entire night.”

  Vivien laughed lightly and curled her body around his, nuzzling her face into his neck. “In that case, best dream ever.”

  4

  Chase woke up in pain.

  His back ached, his legs were cramped, and his neck had a crick in it as his grandmother used to say.

  He stretched, surveying his surroundings and trying to recall why in God’s name he’d slept in the backseat of his truck. It wasn’t like he’d overindulged last night, and even if he had, Luke or Aiden could’ve driven him and his truck home.

  His hand clamped his neck and massaged, trying to work the kink out. The sun was coming up and an alarm on his phone was going off.

  A scrap of black lace fabric on the floorboard caught his eye as he reached to shut off his cell phone alarm.

  The night came back in a feverish flood of memories.

  The redhead. Vivien. The Gemini.

  What they’d done hadn’t been smooth or romantic in the least but it was the hottest fuck of his life.

  Where the hell was she?

  Wherever she was, she was sans panties as he was holding them in his hand.

  Another glimpse at his phone revealed a text from Luke.

  You good, man? Alive?

  Chase texted back. Yep. Didn’t quite make it home last night.

  Not that they were the types to check in on each other, but Chase did have a classful of new recruits coming in this morning, so he wasn’t surprised Luke had messaged.

  Fuck.

  He groaned out loud. The class. He was in danger of being late to his own damn training class if he didn’t get his ass in gear.

  As amazing as the night before had been, he was damn sure going to pay for it today.

  ***

  After breaking nearly every speed limit to get back to the condo right off base he shared with Aiden and Luke, Chase took a shower that could’ve broken world records in both speed and temperature. In a way, it was a shame because he hated to wash Vivien’s enticing scent from his skin. But he didn’t think he could focus on teaching the basics of defusal and disposal if he couldn’t stop picturing how amazingly sexy she’d looked riding his dick like it was her prized pony. He wanted to kick his own ass for not getting her number.

  Pull it together, Fisk.

  He put his uniform on, black tactical gear because he always started the class with a demonstration, and made his way to the base. He caught up with his CO and checked in a good hour before his class was due to start. After pulling equipment from the locker storage where it was housed, he headed to what would be his classroom for the next eleven weeks.

  Thirty minutes before his class was supposed to start, he carried his gear into the room and set it on the front table. Only one student had arrived so far, someone he was pretty certain was female, though it was difficult to tell since she was clad in the standard issue Army Combat Uniform. She
sat up straight at the front desk, standing to salute him, but he waved the standard protocol off.

  “Might as well wait until everyone else arrives,” he said without really looking at her. “No sense in doing it twice.”

  He thought he heard a gasp from the solider but he had equipment to deal with, so he didn’t double check. While he appreciated that someone had taken the initiative and shown up early, he refused to show favoritism.

  He finished setting up his demo and laying out the protective gear before looking up to greet the grunts who had trickled in. All chatter stopped as they stood and saluted, waiting for him to say something, but Chase had nothing.

  A pair of hazel eyes met his stare. The early bird who’d been watching him steadily for fifteen minutes without uttering a word was the very same redhead who’d fucked him senseless and ditched him in an alley alone in his truck the night before.

  Disbelief struck him dumb and mute as he glanced down at his attendance list.

  There she was. Right after Allen, T.

  Brooks, V.

  Son of a motherfucking bitch.

  This was not good. This was bad. It was worse than bad. This was level ten, nuclear meltdown, cata-fucking-strophic.

  Technically, these new recruits were under his command for the next eleven weeks. He couldn’t cross any lines with them or it would be considered inappropriate conduct, bad enough to get his ass tossed right out of the Army with a dishonorable discharge. If anyone found out what had transpired between him and—he checked the sheet for her rank—Private First Class Brooks, at the very least he could kiss his upcoming promotion from Corporal to Sergeant good-fucking-bye.

  He knew that there remained some sensitivity around women in the military. Stigma or not, he and other men had to take care to make sure women were treated as equals, as soldiers, and that they weren’t sexually or otherwise harassed. It was very real concern.

  But beneath the oh-shit kneejerk reaction was something else. A feeling he wanted to ignore but couldn’t.

  Relief.

  Relief at knowing he’d have the opportunity to learn more about her, to see her day in and day out.

  To fuck her again. Because one way or another, if his dick got what it was now begging for, last night with Vivien Brooks was not just a onetime thing.

  He wanted to groan out loud. From the looks of it, just like the night before, he was the one who was good and truly fucked.

  5

  Have a one-night stand, they said. Get it out of your system, they said. It will be fun, they said.

  Vivien wanted to scream. Or hit something.

  She was screwed and not in the fun way from the night before.

  Corporal Chase Fisk, the Virgo with the perfect penis, was her instructor and CO for the next eleven weeks of explosive ordnance disposal training. He was also the hot-as-hell, built-for-sin man who’d made her come like a freight train less than twenty-four hours ago.

  She’d woken in the early hours of dawn cuddled up next to him in the backseat of his truck. Her first instinct had been to run, to get out of there and avoid the awkward morning after, but she’d kissed his sleeping lips gently before she’d gone.

  Now she sat in his classroom wondering if he’d felt her kiss, if he’d woken angry, if he’d even cared that she was gone.

  He didn’t so much as glance at her when he said her name during roll call.

  Apparently the awkward morning after was happening whether she liked it or not, just on a slight delay. And with an audience of twenty-five strangers. Awesome.

  She was made to be a soldier—having been raised by a grandfather who was a retired General, she had worked her ass off to get here. She wanted to be taken seriously. But now, since her CO had already seen her naked and had intimate knowledge of nearly every inch of her body, she could probably forget it. He’d be uncomfortable and suggest she get transferred to another specialty before the week was over.

  She kept her eyes on him while he completed a basic defusal demonstration for the class. He was just as hot and tempting as the night before—only now it was worse. Now this hot and tempting man—who she knew from experience could make her come harder than she ever had before—was forbidden to her.

  While he made them fill out diagrams labeling protective gear and explosive components and made them fill out their personal statements relating to why they were here, Vivien made herself a solemn vow.

  What had happened between them would be forgotten. Immediately. She would not acknowledge their previous encounter in any way nor would she behave any differently with Corporal Fisk than she would with any other superior officer.

  Oh, she’d bet he was just loving that. Having one up on her. Well, that was fine. She could toe the line and she’d show him.

  She sat up straighter in her desk.

  “Who can tell me the four main components all explosives typically possess?” Corporal Fisk asked the class.

  Vivien’s hand shot up first, and he nodded in her direction. “Power supply, initiator, explosive, and switch, sir.”

  He nodded his approval without meeting her eyes. “And the most common type of initiator is a—”

  “Blast cap, sir.” She couldn’t help herself. She knew what he thought of her. Random slut in a bar who let him fuck her in his truck. Well, she’d actually fucked him, more or less, but that was beside the point. She was twenty-two years old and she was willing to die for her country. If she wanted to have a one-off with a hot guy for the sake of getting some before enduring eleven weeks of hell, then that was her prerogative, dammit.

  He nodded again, meeting her eyes briefly this time. She didn’t look away. He did.

  Vivien—1.

  Corporal Perfect Cock—0.

  Not that she was keeping score or anything.

  ***

  When the morning session of class finally ended, Corporal Fisk cleared his throat loudly. “Private Brooks, may I have a moment?”

  Vivien’s spine tingled. I seem to recall it took much more than a moment. The inappropriate response danced on the tip of her tongue, but she refused to succumb to her own juvenile instincts.

  “Sir, yes, sir,” she answered before turning to face him once the classroom was empty.

  Time stretched out between them as she contemplated the many possible directions this conversation could take. If he opened with “about last night,” she was going to vomit.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  She steeled herself for whatever was coming. “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you have previous experience with controlled detonation?”

  Her cheeks threatened to turn pink. She’d controlled his denotation the night before. God, why was she suddenly a perved-out fourteen-year-old boy on the inside? She chastised her brain silently.

  “Yes, sir. I grew up learning about explosive disarming and spent two years working with my grandfather’s team of specialists in Texas before enlisting. He owns a company that manufactures and tests containment vessels, sir.”

  Corporal Fisk studied her carefully. “Using countercharges or predetonators?”

  “Both, sir.”

  For reasons she couldn’t determine, he frowned at her. “This class . . . in your opinion, do you think it might be a little slow for you? It sounds as if, with your previous experience, you might need to consider testing out and partaking in a more advanced level of training. When I was in training, they pulled me from—”

  “With all due respect, sir, the training I received as a civilian may not line up with military protocol. I chose to begin at the bottom to ensure I had the proper foundation.” She bit her lip, hoping like hell he wasn’t just trying to get rid of her because of their transgression the previous evening. “Sir.”

  She wasn’t sure, but it looked like approval in his whiskey-colored stare. “Very well, then
. You’re dismissed, Private.”

  She turned on her heel, thankful to be able to escape the enclosed space. Something akin to shame heated her skin as she exited.

  “Hey, Private?”

  She turned slowly at his request, certain this would be the part where he made a comment about last night and said something misogynistic that would piss her off.

  “Maybe tomorrow, let some of the other kids answer, huh?” He winked at her, and her traitorous knees went weak.

  She nodded. “I’ll see what I can do, sir.”

  With that, she scurried out of the room before he could utter another syllable.

  He hadn’t said a word about the night before. In fact, he’d barely acknowledged her even when she’d answered questions before he had time to ask them.

  She’d survived what had to be one of the most humiliating experiences of her life. Surely it would only get easier from here. One day, months or maybe years from now, maybe they’d grab a few beers and joke about that one time they hooked up. Once she was his equal and he wasn’t her Commanding Officer.

  She hated calling him sir. She despised having him above her in rank. She loathed answering to a man who’d already controlled her body so expertly it was as if he’d studied a manual beforehand.

  Worst of all, what incensed her beyond reason was the fact that she didn’t want to grab a few beers and pretend last night had never happened. What she truly wanted was to march back into his classroom, strip off her ACU, bend over his desk, and beg for more.

  6

  “It’s been two weeks and you haven’t said a word about your prized pupil. We’re dying here,” Luke said when Chase returned home from a pavement-punishing eight-mile run.

  Aiden lowered the boxes of pizza he was carrying onto the round wooden table that sat between their living room and kitchen. They never ate at the table. Hell, they rarely ate all at the same time. But Luke had beers and Aiden had pizza, and Chase recognized an ambush when he saw one.

  It was his birthday after all and even though his roommates knew better than to mention it specifically, they had apparently decided not to just let it pass by completely, the way Chase preferred.