Perfect Soldier: The Complete Story (5-Part BBW Military Romance Novel)

by Nix, Haley

  “No,” he said sternly. “It’s done. It’s paid for and non-refundable. I don’t want your money. Consider it a gift.”

  “A gift? That’s way too much money. I can’t accept.”

  “Why not? I want you to have it. I want you to be able to concentrate on classes. Now that you don’t have to pay for tuition you can take more time off work. You can spend time studying, or spend it with me.”

  “I still have to work,” I said.

  “Well, work less. Just work weekends. You were complaining last night that weeknights are practically worthless for tips. Why not use that time for yourself and what you really care about? Take the three classes instead of two, get into Vet school faster. I’m trying to give you an opportunity.”

  “But it’s your money, not mine. You should be using it on what you want.”

  “This is what I want.”

  I stayed silent for a bit, unsure of how to proceed. He seemed to have made up his mind about this. The classes were paid for, there was no getting the money back. I could try paying him back, but he said he wouldn’t accept my money. There was still one thing though that bothered me, one thing that weighed on my mind as I processed all this new information.

  “Where did you get it?” I asked sharply.

  “What?”

  “The money. Where did you get all that money?”

  Colt was evasive initially. I held my eyes on him and finally he answered.

  “I won it in Vegas,” he said. “It’s windfall money. Lucky money. I want to use it for something worthwhile.”

  “You should be saving that money. $7500 is nothing to scoff at.”

  “I won more than $7500.”

  “How much did you win?”

  “A lot,” he said, sipping his coffee. I saw an element of cockiness come back into him.

  “Like, $10K?” I asked.

  “More.”

  “Twenty?”

  Colt made an upwards motion, moving his arm up and down while holding up his thumb

  “Fifty? Oh my – I can’t believe this.”

  He made the motion once again and I damn near fainted.

  “How is that even possible?”

  “I’m good at cards.”

  “That sounds like an understatement. So I ask you again, how is that even possible?”

  “I was there for a week, Cat. I won some, I lost some. But the hands I won were bigger than the ones I lost. And I left at the right time before I had a chance to lose it all back to the house.”

  He said all this matter-of-factly, as if he didn’t understand the momentousness of his own accomplishment. As if this was just a common occurrence for him. Suddenly, that lavish celebratory dinner made a lot more sense to me.

  “Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” I asked, somewhat hurt.

  “Look, we were still getting to know each other back then. I didn’t want the money to complicate things, didn’t want the money to throw us off. If I told you about it, I could never be sure if it was me or the money you were into. Now that I know for sure, I want to share it with you because I care about you so damn much. You deserve it, babe. So just take the money.”

  That explanation did make sense to me, so while I was sort of troubled he’d kept it from me, I understood why.

  “Alright,” I said. “I just wish there was a way I could repay you. I feel guilty taking your money like this.”

  “It’s because you’re a proud woman, and I like that. But the truth is, there’s nothing better that I can think of to do with this money. There is a way you can pay me back though,” he said.

  “How?”

  “Do well in your classes. And take time off from work,” he said.

  “I don’t know if I can take time off. I don’t think Mike will let me.”

  “Well, all you have to do is ask. You can’t take three classes and work 50 hours a week. It’s just not humanly possible. See if you can keep it to weekends. Friday and Saturday. Two nights per week, three at most.”

  “But I need the money, I can’t just depend on you.”

  “You’ve got money. All that cash you were going to pay for tuition, now you can save it. Besides you know weeknights are never good moneywise. The time is worth more than the money.”

  “You’re sure about this?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said plainly. “I think this is the best thing for you. For both of us.”

  “Alright, I’ll talk to Mike.”

  “Good.”

  I got up from the table and stood behind him, leaning down to wrap my arms around my neck and kiss his cheek. Colt held his arms over mine. We stood there for a few moments, this awkward embrace that somehow felt quite alright.

  It was as if our relationship had passed over to a new phase. There was no denying how significant Colt’s gesture was. It was something that linked us together, something that told me he believed in me, that he believed in us. I was looking forward to taking the time off work, that would be a nice change of pace. More time for us to spend together and keep building on what we had. I felt good about things.

  “I still wish there was something I could do to repay you.”

  “Well, I’ve got an idea,” said Colt. He turned around and winked.

  I knew exactly what he had in mind.

  Chapter Six

  Colton

  In the bedroom, I sat on the bed leaning back on my elbows as I watched Cat in front of me. Slowly she undressed, layer after layer. They were simple clothes, just jeans and a sweater to run errands in, no sexy black dress or anything. But the way she touched herself, the way the clothes fell to the floor as she took them off her body, was enough set my imagination alive, thinking about the moments that lay just ahead.

  I watched as she unhooked her bra, letting it go as she brought up her arm to cover her nipples, but she couldn’t hide those curves. She played with her gorgeous breasts, massaging them in her hands, bouncing them as I looked on. I felt my cock getting harder, shifting around in my pants, wanting her now, but making myself wait. I would stretch out this moment, make it last, enjoy it just a bit longer.

  Cat turned around to face away from me, allowing her hands to fall away from her breasts. She reached down to start undoing the buttons on her jeans. Then, bending over slowly, she brought them down over her voluptuous ass, her back arched, rounding it out even more. I wanted to get up and give it a sexy spank, to take her into my arms right then – but something told me to wait, that she would come to me on her own terms. I let her have her way.

  The jeans dropped to her ankles, and when they did, she stepped out of the leg holes and gave them a slight kick that sent them sliding into a corner of the room. She reached up and started playing with the band of her panties, drawing it down slightly to show more skin, then pulling it back up. Once again she bent over, and pulled her panties slowly down, just as she’d done to her jeans a minute ago.

  Second after second revealed more of her curvy body, and soon I caught a glimpse of her pussy lips, looking soft and inviting in the darkness between her legs. My cock jumped, throbbing. How much longer would I have to wait?

  Cat turned to face me again, covering up her nipples with her hands. She nodded and made a little downward motion with her eyes. I looked up at her inquisitively, not understanding.

  “Clothes off,” she said, rubbing her tits together as she spoke.

  I started unbuttoning my shirt, never taking my eyes off of those curves. Soon I was bare-chested, still staring back at her. I began to unbutton my jeans, standing up to let them fall to the floor. By now she could see the bulge that had been growing underneath. I stood there, knowing what the next move was.

  I lowered the band of my boxers and brought out my cock. I swore I glimpsed a small flash in her eyes when she saw it. It made me smile, that after all this time we were still excited to be with each other like this. I let my boxers fall to the floor, and waited for what was to come. She was fingering herself now, touching hersel
f almost absentmindedly, she wanted me to do the same.

  “Jerk it,” she said.

  I gave myself a few slow strokes, concentrating on her body, wanting so much to be inside of her right now. But I knew that all this waiting had a purpose: it would make those final, climactic moments all the more powerful.

  She walked over to me and got down on her knees, pushing be back against the bed so that I was sitting down. Her head was in my lap, kissing my thighs, her tongue dancing across my balls. I sat there waiting for the intense wetness of her mouth around the tip of my cock.

  ***

  Catherine

  There was a wildness in his eyes as I looked up at him, kneeling on the floor as he sat tensely on the bed. I caressed his legs, running my hands up his thighs as I brought my head down towards his huge cock. I could feel him pulsing, throbbing, aching with anticipation. He wanted my mouth, so I decided to give it to him. Taking a long lick from his balls up his shaft and finally to the head, I took it inside my mouth, circling the tip with my tongue.

  I heard him groan with pleasure. He’d been waiting for this moment, and with that first wet touch I felt all the tension melt out of him. For the moment, he could relax, bask in the hot, wet feeling of my mouth sucking his enormous member. I sucked slowly and gently at first, but soon I was bobbing up and down rapidly, making slurping noises as his cock slickened, glistening with an excess of saliva. It made a wet popping sound as I took it out of my mouth, slapping it playfully against my chin.

  I jerked the shaft, all the while looking up into Colt’s eyes, seeing the pleasure painted across his face. He grabbed his big cock and put it back into my mouth, giving small thrusts with his hips as I sucked at him. I felt him hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. His hand rested on the back of my head, pushing my mouth onto his cock.

  He grabbed a clump of my hair and forced himself deep inside, holding himself there as I gagged, then slowly pulling out. He knew I liked it when he took charge like this, knew that I aimed to please. Our mutual pleasure was inextricably bound together. I wanted what he wanted, and he wanted what I wanted: a hot fuck, a little playful, a little rough. There was nothing wrong with getting dirty in the bedroom.

  I liked sucking his cock, but I didn’t want him to come until he was inside my pussy. I ran my hands down his thighs, stopping at his knees, pushing myself up from the floor and crawling onto the bed. I lay there on my stomach as Colt came up behind me, knowing I was there for the taking. I felt his strong hands lift up my hips – I let him move my body in any way he wanted. I liked when he gave it to me from behind, rough doggy-style.

  He said he liked to see my ass bounce, so I wiggled it as I lay there, face and breasts pressed to the bed, my back arched with my ass up in the air. Our roles had reversed: now I was the one waiting for him. I craved his pulsing cock inside me, and it was only now that I realized how dripping wet I had become during all that time spent sucking him off. I reached down to touch my clit, closing my eyes.

  Then I felt the tip of my cock glance against my swollen lips. He ran it up and down my slit, the soft perturbation only catalyzing my lust further. Our skin touching, his cock still slick from my wet mouth, I waited for him to it push inside. My anticipation grew exponentially with each second he spent rubbing the tip up and down my lips. I waited for that thrust, the slight pain of initial penetration, of being stretched by his massive dick.

  He tried to ease in, gently, but still there was that inevitable tinge of pain. He was simply too big to ever get used to. The best I could do was work myself into it while we fucked, and within moments I’d be too drowned in pleasure to even remember the initial gasp of penetration.

  Once his tip was inside, he pushed his cock all the way in, clasping my hips and pulling my ass into his thighs. He held me there for a second, as if he was mesmerized beyond action by the warm wetness of my tight pussy. I liked feeling him like this, filling me up completely with his throbbing dick, but I liked it even more when he began pumping with all his energy, fucking me hard in a complete discharge of his pent up desire.

  Chapter Seven

  Colton

  She was insatiable tonight. She wanted me to fuck her hard and ultimately I didn’t need any persuasion. I hovered above her, holding onto her hips for leverage as I stroked in and out of her tight pussy.

  Her ass bumped against my thighs making a slapping sound. I was giving it to her hard and she was pushing back into me, wanting me to go deeper and faster, our rhythms interlocking in an interplay of sexual passion and chemistry. I spanked her ass, letting her know how much I adored those curves of hers – as if she didn’t already know!

  Every movement of my body was a tacit expression of my need for her, of my uncompromising lust. Every time we slept together I felt brand new, as if it was our first time. I knew I was bound to keep coming back for more.

  I leaned down, my body hovering over hers as I held myself inside her, reaching around to fondle those tits, to touch those gorgeous nipples and feel the soft, supple perfection of her breasts. There was no limit to this experience – no amount of time could make me ever want to stop exploring her body, a work of art comparable to the sweetness of the woman herself.

  I let my hands drift over her breasts and down to her waist, reaching around to massage her clit as I continued thrusting my cock inside her dripping wet pussy. I heard her moan loudly with satisfaction at that first touch, throwing her head back, mouth open in a moment of bliss. I kept going, wanting to bring her closer.

  Then suddenly I pulled out, my cock slick with her juices. I lay down on the other side of the bed as she caressed my leg, leaning in to suck at my hard cock, tasting herself on the pulsing skin. She teasingly licked up the trail of a prominent vein, then made a circling motion around the head. I ran my fingers through her hair, using my hands to hold it back, to keep it from covering her beautiful face. I liked to see those lips as she sucked me off, to see her eyes looking up at me with their intrinsic sexuality.

  This variation, her mouth, her pussy, her mouth – drove me crazy. It was as if she knew exactly what I wanted and when I wanted it. But it was always going to be perfect with her, there was simply no other way. We’d grown to close that we could read the subtlest cues, making our striving after pleasure an all-consuming experience.

  She slurped at my member now, bobbing up and down, taking my big cock deep into her throat. I felt myself, rock-hard inside her mouth, responding to each nuanced change in pressure and motion. But I wanted to be back in her tight pussy.

  I pulled her on top of me, bringing her in for a wet kiss as she straddled my torso. She held herself up for a second, grabbing for my cock so she could glide it inside of her and ride me like this she meant it. She jerked my big dick and ran it up and down her slit before easing down onto me.

  As I held her hips, she began to bounce up and down, gasping each time she reached the bottom of the cycle, feeling how deep I was going. The motions of each buck reverberated to those beautiful, full tits. I reached up, pushing them together, brushing my face up against them, the scruff of me cheek striking a contrast with Cat’s soft, smooth skin. I licked at her nipples, circling and then sucking, teasing out every last bit of pleasure from her voluptuous body.

  I made upwards thrusting motions as my face stayed nestled between her breasts. She clenched her pussy and I felt my cock throb, pulsing with the sensation of increased tightness. She was moaning now, and the sound of her voice, the sounds of pleasure expressed non-verbally turned me on even more. She liked to scream when she was close, and that only made me give it to her harder and faster.

  The feeling of climax was approaching. I was getting close, but I didn’t want to come until she was taken care of, until we could finish together in a simultaneous emission of hot passion. Then I heard her little whimpers, those breathy moans, rhythmic, then syncopated.

  “Yes yes … oh YES” she moaned, building louder with each word as her pleasure grew and her desire became
fulfilled. “Fuck me harder, yes yes yes that’s it – I want you to come inside me.”

  And then she abandoned words. I couldn’t hold back any longer, I grabbed her ass, pushing her down on my throbbing cock so I could come inside her, penetrating her as deeply as possible as I shot my load. She squirmed in my embrace, as if unable to control her body from the excess of pleasure then gave way to the inevitability of climax.

  My grip on her weakened and I closed my eyes, allowing my head to fall back against the pillow. Damn, could this girl give me one hell of a workout.

  ***

  Catherine

  Straddling his torso, I reached down to wrap my hand around his pulsing rod, guiding it toward my pussy. I felt the smooth tip up against my lips and I held it there, rubbing it up and down my slit, teasing both him and myself with the sensation before easing down onto his cock. He went so deep from this angle that I gasped as I sat on him.

  I eased into a bucking motion, rolling my hips and big ass, finally working myself into a frenzy of bouncing on that gigantic cock. The bouncing motion extended to my tits, until Colt reached up and started fondling them, bringing his head between them and lapping at my nipples, a tender mix of suck and lick. The feeling of his wet tongue sent me shaking, shocked through by the overwhelming diversity of sensations that affected my body.

  I felt lost in the pleasure, lost in Colt. It only made me ride him harder, wanting his cock deeper inside me. His strong hands grabbed my ass, pushing me down onto his big dick. I felt him thrusting from beneath me, driving himself inside me as I bounced on him. Our rhythms began to match and suddenly he was hitting me right at the locus of my pleasure. I felt myself starting to come, a slow, rolling orgasm that only built in intensity as he continued to thrust.

  I felt weak, wanting to collapse on him and let the orgasm overtake me. But instead I rode him harder, continuing to buck and grind as I felt it gain momentum. I wanted it harder, wanted him to come inside me. I was practically screaming for it at this point. Reaching up to play with my own supple tits, I gave a few last bounces punctuated by the sound of moaning instances of “yes.”