“You hear that, Tracey? She says she’s with Marx.”
“Yeah, I hear.” The bartender, whose name I now know is Tracey, narrows her eyes on me. See? I knew I shouldn’t have talked to her. Still, that look leaves me curious as to how she knows Corbin. I’m sizing her up. She’s pretty, I guess; if you like trashy.
“Ah, don’t mind her,” Parker says to me. “Hey Tracey! Get this lady a drink on me.”
“Thanks,” I shrug and continue eating. In between bites, I shoot off a text to Corbin.
Me: At Ray's Riverhouse met someone named Parker who knows u
My phone chimes seconds later.
Corbin: done early 20 min out be there soon
“So where did Marx meet the likes of you at?” The smarmy guy says.
“By my house,” I answer.
“And that is?”
“None of your business,” I reply.
“Hey, what’s with the twenty questions, Brayden?” Parker says, trying to rescue me.
“I’m sure if she is with Marx, sweetcheeks over here can handle it. Right, sugar?”
I am so ready to flip the fuck out on this dude! Who the hell does he think he is, calling me sweetcheeks and sugar? I take a deep breath, reminding myself that these guys know Corbin. I don’t know how this whole military thing works yet, but if it’s anything like the club hierarchy then Corbin’s decorations all over his uniform are way more grand than these two and I'm guessing that they owe him a level of respect. In my world, if a guy has more patches than you, then you know to shut the fuck up.
“You know what?” I say, taking another swig of my beer before continuing, “Corbin will be here in about ten minutes, so why don't you save the questions for him? I’m sure he will find your little comments amusing, huh Sweetcheeks?” I chide right back.
“Aw, don’t mind him. Marx and him don’t always see eye to eye. It’s more of a competition thing,” Parker says.
Brayden who was standing, takes a seat next to me.
“Oh good, he’ll be here soon. I can’t wait to see my good friend.” Brayden says with a tinge of hostility in his voice. Part of me is wishing the assface next to me was in my town ‘cause I wouldn’t hesitate smacking him upside the head with my bottle right about now. I take another swig of my beer and do my best to ignore Brayden.
I remember that I had a missed text, presumably from Dawson, so I pull my phone out to check it again.
Daws: I’d make u happy
I can’t help but feel a bit sad when I read Dawson’s text. I know he cares about me in his own weird way. A huge part of me hates that this is hurting him, but I need Corbin for me.
Brayden puts his arm on the back of my stool and leans in to try and see my text. I quickly shove my phone back to my purse and move away from Brayden. I'm about to tell him off. To hell with military crap, if this guy wants to talk shit, then he better bring it, and I’ll just hope Corbin gets here before this can get real ugly. I feel my face flush as I start to open my mouth and spew out my anger.
“I think you are in my seat?” Corbin says to Brayden. At the sound of his voice, I'm ecstatic. I swivel my bar stool in the direction towards Parker and hop off my stool into my Marine’s arms. He picks me up off the ground, and I kiss him. I don’t care who else is in the room. I kiss his face hard, claiming him, letting everyone in the room know that I'm his and he is mine.
“Wow, if that’s the greeting I get after a few hours...” He wags his eyebrows at me teasingly, then looks to Brayden.
“You gonna get up out of my seat, or am I gonna have to move you?”
Brayden throws his hands up in the air, “Relax Marx, just keeping it warm.”
He turns towards me to get out of his seat. He could have easily turned the other way as there was no one next to him. He is in my personal space and says in a not so nice tone, “See you around…” he pauses as if thinking for a second, “I didn’t catch your name.”
“I didn’t give it,” I reply with a harsh tone.
“You better watch out, Marx, this one has some fire,” he says to Corbin, as he walks away.
“‘Sup, Marx,” Parker says to Corbin. “This your girl?”
Corbin’s eyes rake over my body and I feel heated under his gaze.
“That she is,” he says. If my kiss was owning him when he walked in, then his eyes are owning me right now, saying loud and clear to anyone who might look this way that we are each others’.
“Your regular, Corbin?” Tracey asks in an annoyed tone, as she sets a glass of a dark liquid on the counter. I look Tracey up and down. This bitch obviously doesn't like me here with Corbin, and I can't help but wonder if there is history between them.
Corbin settles down next to me, and starts picking fries off of my plate. Eventually, he picks up my burger and finishes it. In between his munching on my leftover food, he makes small talk with Parker. I can tell the men have known each other for a while. They have an ease about them as they speak. Corbin is constantly touching me in some way, either with a brush of his hand or his leg, and I find a simple comfort in his touch. Any of my earlier hostility toward Brayden has dissipated. I make a mental note to ask Corbin later what all of that assholeness was about.
“Are you going to the Officer Ceremony on Saturday?” Parker asks Corbin.
“I wasn’t planning on it because I wasn’t supposed to be here right now. Maura, you want to go to this ceremony on Saturday?” Corbin asks me.
“What is it?”
“Just a few officers getting sworn in, and then there is a small cocktail party afterwards. It's early in the day. The cocktail party usually starts around noon.”
“I don’t really think I have anything to wear to something like that.”
“That’s not a problem. I’m sure we can find something. Let me take you shopping later in the week? You know I love your legs, and I’d love to see you all dressed up.”
"What? You don't like my riding boots?" I joke, then notice Tracey listening in on our conversation.
We stay for another drink, and then I follow Corbin on the bike back to his house. Once we are settled back at his place, I ask about Brayden. “So, what was up with Brayden?”
“Did he say anything to you before I got there?” Hmm... I can’t help but notice my Marine’s deflection. Nice way to answer a question with a question.
Mickeyism #148
Deflection is an honest man's way to lie.
“Not really. He was just kind of a dick, same as that bartender. She was okay until I mentioned you, then she changed.”
“Yeah, Brayden can be a jerk. Sorry about that.”
“So, what was up with Tracey?”
“You got me on that one. PMS?“ He shrugs. Something about that doesn't feel entirely true. I’m a little bothered by this, because up until right now, it’s felt like he has been one hundred percent honest with me, and now I’m not sure if I’m getting that. I’m a bit annoyed at this, but decide to shrug it off. For now.
Chapter 10
I stare at myself in Corbin’s bathroom mirror. I’m wearing a black, fitted dress that has a small capped sleeve, and sits just above the knee. It’s longer than any dress I've ever worn, which strangely makes me a little nervous. This cocktail party may be a little out of my element. The parties I'm used to have a lot of sex, a lot of skin, and they never start this early. I leave my hair down and do a smokey eye. I can do this, I sigh giving myself the pep talk I need.
This last week has been good, despite my tad bit of annoyance at Corbin's deflection. We continued our body exploration, and I have perfected the art of making my Marine orgasm. He has shown me around the base, and we took a small trip to D.C. because I had never been. Corbin insisted on taking me shopping. I could have easily gone by myself, but he was adamant about coming with me. It wasn’t until I found a dress and he insisted on paying that I fully understood why he wanted to come with me.
“Corbin, it’s fine. I have plenty of money. I can buy my o
wn dress.” My dad has always padded my accounts, and I've been working at the shop since I was sixteen. If I want something, I can buy it. I’ve just never had the need to buy a two thousand dollar Gucci dress.
“I know you can buy your own things. Trust me. I get that you are independent. It’s something I find incredibly attractive about you, but I get to be the guy that spoils you. Let me be that guy.”
“Okay, I surrender,” I said holding my hands up. “Let’s talk about this cocktail party. I’m a little nervous.”
“You’ll be the most beautiful woman there. What do you have to be nervous about?”
“Well for starters, there are going to be a lot of your bosses there. What if I embarrass you?”
He grabbed my face pulling it close to his. “There may be a General there, which is one of my bosses, but you could never embarrass me. Everything that attracts me to you is what is going to make you shine.”
He kissed me fiercely, filling me up with all the self confidence I needed. He checked us out of the store with my overly expensive dress, and snuck in some overpriced heels as well.
I walk out of the bathroom and Corbin’s back is to me. He is wearing a Marine uniform with dress blue pants. I gulp. Just from the sight off his backside alone, I want to rip his clothes off. He turns to look at me, and I can immediately tell by the bulge in his pants that I’m affecting him as well. He walks over to me and lifts the hair away from my ear and whispers, “So fucking perfect.” I swear he knows exactly what he is doing to me because I let out a small whimper. I also have half a mind to drop my dress to the floor.
“You know we are going to be late, don’t you?” Corbin says to me.
I look at the clock, “It’s 11:15, I thought you said it started at noon. We have plenty of time, don’t we?”
“Beautiful, we would have time, if I didn’t need to be inside of you. You look too good for me to wait all day. I won’t be able to stand staring at you all day without having been inside you.”
Swoon! That man knows exactly what to say to get me going. He kisses me behind my ear, trailing kisses down my neck. His lips brush over my collarbone. The softness of his freshly shaven face, is making me greedy for more. I start to undo the buttons on his shirt and can’t get them undone fast enough. His hands caress mine and begin to help me get him naked as quickly as possible.
“No one has ever mattered to me the way you do. When I'm away from you, all I can think about is getting back to you.” His words fill me.
He unzips my dress, and lays it carefully next to his shirt. I'm standing in front of him wearing a black lace bra, a matching thong and black heels.
“I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means that I was your first. That you never let anyone in before me.”
No truer words have ever been spoken. I haven’t let anyone in.
He stands behind me and kisses the back of my shoulders. His tongue trailing kisses along my back, kissing places I never knew could be erotic. His arms circle around the front of me, fingers slip inside of my bra and cup each breast. I feel his erection rubbing along my back, as he continues his assault on my breasts. I want to reach my hand between us so I can feel him, but our bodies are too close together. He is clearly in charge here. I raise my arms, grabbing around his neck. He removes a hand from a breast and grabs one of my hands. He entangles our fingers guiding our hands lower until they are pressing against my clit on the inside of my panties. He moves our fingers up and down my slick folds.
“Feel how wet you are for me.” Using his finger, he pushes my finger inside of me along with his. Our two fingers dance circles with each other creating a perfect rhythm. A slight moan escapes my lips and I arch my body into him. He circles around me keeping his finger buried. “I love the way you taste. Need to lick you.”
“Oooh,” another moan escapes my lips.
I wish I could say something back to him, but I’m at a loss for words when his body is this to close mine. He ignites every nerve ending with an unmatched ferocity. He lowers his body so that he is on his knees, and I’m still standing. Removing his finger from inside of me, I momentarily feel a loss until he moves my fingers to my clit. He rotates them in a circular pattern, showing me what he wants me to do. With both of his hands free, he removes my thong the rest of the way. Corbin supports me by cupping my backside as he helps me lift each heel from the panties. After the second foot is freed, he opens my legs so that I'm standing with my feet spread far apart. I'm exposed and I like it.
“Fucking perfect,” he rasps.
“Oh, Corbin.”
He takes his hand and moves it over my entire sex, dragging my juices all the way back. A finger gently massages my rosebud with my own wetness. As shocking as this is, I’m strangely turned on by the new sensation. Corbin’s mouth suctions over my vagina as his tongue darts in and out. My legs wobble slightly. As he fucks me with his tongue, I feel the finger that was caressing my backside push through the tight exterior, gently massaging inside. I'm suddenly overcome with sensation. All three spots are being worked over.
“Oh fuck, oh my fucking, Gahh.”
I don’t know what I'm saying or if it even makes any sense. I'm on sensory overload. Then, BAM! The most intense orgasm rips through me. My hand leaves my clit and both of my hands grab ahold of his shoulders to steady myself. I feel like I might collapse from the intensity, but he isn’t going to let me fall.
Corbin removes his finger and grabs me, hauling me up by my ass. He lifts me and sets me on the edge of his dresser, right in front of the mirror.
“You coming apart on my face is the best fucking thing.”
I'm still panting hard, but my desire to have him inside of me outweighs my exhaustion. He leans me back on the dresser so that my body is parallel to the drawers, laying me down the length of the dresser. Corbin lifts both of my ankles straight into the air so that they are on each side of his face. It dawns on me that his dresser is a much better height than the bed for a man of his size. The mirror is large reflecting a mirror that hangs behind his bed. Each way I turn my head I see us. His body, in its perfection, shows every divot and curve that hours of working out have rewarded him. His skin has a thin sheen of moisture covering it. It’s all I can do to not lean up off of the dresser and lick him, but I know that the way he holds my ankles he wants me positioned right where I am.
Slamming into me, he buries his cock in my already ravaged vagina. He fills me up and from this angle everything is exposed and sensitive. My hands grab a hold of my breasts and I roll my nipples as he works our bodies. He is relentless, slamming in and out. I can see him moving out of me in the mirror and this adds to my heightened excitement. Minutes after this begins, I feel myself start to lose it again.
“Corbin! Oh fuck, baby! I’m gonna come again.” He slows his pace, denying me of my building orgasm. At the angle I'm at, I can’t move to make it happen.
“Look at us in the mirror, Maura. Look at how we fit together.”
He moves in and out of me slower now, both of us staring with fascination at how well our bodies work in tandem. Watching us is erotic enough to make me come all on its own.
“I could get lost in you, in us. So fucking perfect. You feel that?” I get the feeling that Corbin is not talking about the physical sensations, because Oh God do I feel that, but there is so much more going on here.
“Yeah, I feel it.”
“No one has ever made me feel this way, Maura. Only you.”
He starts to move faster again as his words fill the sexually charged air.
“I want to be the only man who is ever inside of you,” he pumps harder.
“The only man to make you come.” In and out. My body is on fire.
“Make you scream.” His body slams into me with such a force. I’m screaming. “Corbin!” I call out his name and he calls out mine as we watch ourselves come together. Our eyes lock in the reflection. He has taken me and claimed me. I am his.
*****
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p; We take the Navigator to the cocktail party and are late, but it seems like it doesn’t really matter. It was well worth it. We decided to skip the actual ceremony since Corbin is technically on leave and he isn’t expected. There is a large white tent set up by the Bay. Servers walk around in tuxedos with glasses of champagne and appetizers. This is way nicer than any cocktail party I’ve ever been to. Corbin grabs a glass of champagne off of a tray and hands it to me.
“Aren't you having any?” I ask Corbin as we continue to mingle.
“No, I don’t drink the girly stuff. Let’s grab something from the bar.”
As we head to the bar, Corbin is greeted by person after person stopping to say hello. What should have been a quick two second walk to the bar has taken over a half an hour. By the time we reach the bar, I excuse myself to use the restroom.
There is a long mirror in front of the stalls and a smaller mirror with a sink at the side of the stalls. After using the restroom, I wash my hands at the sink on the side. Two women walk into the restroom and are standing in front of the large mirror but they can’t see me.
“Did you see that girl he is here with? She looks trashy. Wonder where he picked her up at?”
“I don’t know, but they were together at the bar the other day.”
“Well girl, I know you two have been working at something. Maybe he is with her to make you jealous.” The second voice sounds strangely familiar, and I can’t help but continue to listen.
“I don’t know. The last time he was here we slept together, and I thought when he got home it would be different.”
“Yes, and now that trashy bitch is hanging on him.”
“You know how it is with Marx. He comes to me when he needs me. I'm sure this bitch is temporary. He’ll get bored.”
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