by Maggie Ryan
“You’ll swallow, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
It took only a few more thrusts, another moment where he was in control of my breathing and then he pulled back an inch, allowing me to gulp air, before he erupted. Thick ropes of cum spurted into my mouth, filling it beyond capacity until I remembered his command and swallowed. I wasn’t successful in accepting it all, there was just too much. Some spilled from my lips to drip down my chin and onto the front of my t-shirt. When my mouth was empty but for his cock, I licked all over his shaft, making sure he was clean. I didn’t open my lips until he gave permission.
“Release.”
I opened my mouth and he pulled out while I licked my lips. After adjusting his clothing, he helped me off my knees. Lifting me, he set me down on the counter, bending to give me a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, sweeping his tongue with my own until I was breathless again. When he pulled away, I was pretty sure I’d pleased him enough that he’d rescind his decision that I join him on his morning run. That proved to be wrong as he picked up my socks and shoes and handed them to me.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Brett, I haven’t even had any coffee yet.”
“I’ve got hydration covered,” he assured me, going to the refrigerator and pulling out three bottles of water. Uncapping one, he took a long swig and then passed it to me. I drank while he tied the laces on my sneakers. Once we’d finished the bottle, he plucked me off the counter.
“We’ll start with a few stretches to get the blood flowing.”
“I’m pretty sure your blood is flowing just fine,” I grumbled.
“I was talking about your blood, babe. It’s been a while since you did any type of exercise. Just follow along.”
Rolling my eyes, I followed him into the living room, standing slightly behind him but well out of the way of his long arms and legs. I decided the view wasn’t bad as he bent over to touch his toes, his shorts molding to his ass. This man was definitely fit.
He looked up from between his legs. “You’re not supposed to be gawking, soldier. You’re supposed to mimic my moves.”
“Well, excuse me, sir. If you didn’t have such an incredible ass, I wouldn’t be spellbound.”
He chuckled and straightened. Pulling me to stand slightly in front of him, he said, “You can follow verbal instructions.”
After fifteen minutes of bending, stretching, twisting, and lunging, all accompanied by grunting and gasping on my part, he considered us ‘warmed up’. Retrieving the two bottles of water and handing me one, he said, “We’ll start with only a mile loop.”
My t-shirt was already plastered to my chest and I felt like I’d run a marathon. “Honey, I appreciate you being all gung-ho, but I’m not really a soldier, and I’m not a fitness fanatic like you are.”
“Did you or did you not tell me that you wanted to get back into shape?”
“Are you calling me fat!”
“No, Hannah, I’m simply reminding you of your own words. You said you lack energy, you feel sluggish, your clothes don’t fit as well. Personally, I love your curves as they give me something to hang onto when I fuck you. Exercise doesn’t have to be done to lose weight. It produces endorphins, it clears your head, improves your circulation and, frankly, will give you energy to face the day.”
Granted, I had said all of that, and, yes, I knew the benefits of physical fitness, but honestly, all I heard was that the extra pounds I’d packed on were considered something he could hang onto. I sure as shit did not want to run, but damn it, other than my ponytail, I was not going to have handles for my husband to grab, and it was only a mile. Walking to the front door, I yanked it open. “You coming?”
He caught up with me before I’d stepped off the porch, patting my butt. “Did you forget, I already did?”
Not even bothering to hide my eye-roll, I swatted his hand away and began to jog. Our house was located on a hill, so the first part wasn’t bad, the speed gained by going downhill carrying me through the first quarter mile. After that, it was pure torture. Brett kept pace with me, not even breaking a sweat.
“You’re doing great, honey, we’ll turn right at the next corner.”
What I wanted to do was turn around and walk home. Gritting my teeth and swiping my arm across my forehead, I didn’t bother speaking. Not that I couldn’t, mind you, I just chose not to. When we turned, I saw the obstacle course ahead and found my voice after all.
“I am not doing that!”
“Nope, not today,” he said. “You’ll have to build up some endurance first. But don’t fret, you’ll be swinging on ropes and scaling walls before you know it.”
When hell freezes over, I thought, not giving the course another glance. I concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. Breathing became a huge effort, and by the time we turned again, I was wondering how long it would take the base medics to reach me when I collapsed.
“Breathe, baby. Deep breaths in, slow exhales out.”
This piece of useless advice was given while Brett jogged, backwards, in front of me. Had I thought he was sexy? If so, I was changing my mind. He was nothing but a showoff. Finally, I saw our house and couldn’t help the groan that escaped when I realized that I’d have to haul my sorry ass uphill to get there. I didn’t die, but I’m pretty sure I came damn close.
Staggering up the drive, no longer jogging, I actually whimpered at the sight of the stairs I’d have to climb. I actually considered just dropping onto the lawn until I could move, but since there was a high possibility that might not be until… well, forever, I dragged myself up the steps by pulling on the railing. Brett bounded up like some overgrown puppy, opening the door and giving me a grin.
“You did it!”
Ignoring him and just barely managing not to kick him in the shin as I passed, I went to the first soft flat surface I could find and fell flat on my face.
“God, don’t ever make me do that again,” I said, though my words were muffled by the couch cushion.
Brett sat down and flipped me over, taking my feet and removing my shoes, and reminded me that he wasn’t a total monster by massaging my feet.
“It will get easier, babe. Every day, we’ll add a half-mile. Within a month, you’ll be ready to start the real training.”
Okay, monster it was. “Brett, I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack. I’m sorry I’m not as thin as I used to be, but, if you wanted skinny, you should have married some anorexic fashion model.”
His hands moved up my legs, massaging my calves. “Hannah, you are a beautiful, sexy woman. But I’ve missed some of the things we used to do. We used to run and hike all the time. You’ve forgotten how much you enjoyed being outdoors.”
Strong fingers dug into the muscles of my thighs, taking away some of the pain I’d felt. I tried to remember the last time we’d gone on a hike or canoed or hell, even taken a walk around the neighborhood. It shamed me that I couldn’t. When his hands moved beneath me, squeezing my ass, I also remembered that none of this would have begun if I hadn’t looked deep inside and found something vital was missing.
Opening my eyes, I looked up at him. “I guess I miss that too.”
He smiled and his hands moved again, this time to slide under my sopping wet t-shirt. I almost laughed at the look in his eyes when he moved to my breasts. He only had himself to blame that the mounds of my breasts were flattened by the sports bra he’d insisted I wear. That didn’t keep my nipples from puckering, but it did remind me that I was really sweaty.
“What will it take for you to carry…” Remembering the weight I’d gained, I changed mid-request. “I mean help me to the tub? I desperately need a bath, and I’m too tired to stand in the shower.”
Brett bent forward and gave me a kiss and then stood, lifted me into his arms, and carried me down the hall. “There isn’t a price for everything, babe. You soak and I’ll bring you a cup of coffee then I’ll go finish my run.”
/> “Have fun,” I said, already stripping as he left the bathroom. The water was wonderful, the mug of coffee delicious. By the time I climbed out, dried off, and dressed, I saw that it was not even eight o’clock. I couldn’t help but remember that ad that the army had run and decided it was true. Forget nine a.m. Soldiers did do far more before eight a.m. when I hadn’t even started my day.
Chapter Five
Brett
I probably shouldn’t admit it, but I was having fun. I had seen more of that old fire in Hannah’s eyes today than I had in far too long. I couldn’t deny that the blowjob she’d given me had been incredible, but what really had me grinning was remembering how cute she’d been when she’d given me that sassy salute. Though she’d whined and moaned, she’d been a trouper on our run. Did I expect her to be so compliant every day? Hell, no. I knew her too well. This was the ‘honeymoon stage’ where she’d do her best not to get in trouble. I’d seen her roll her eyes more than once and had pretended ignorance, but if that became a habit, I’d nip it in the bud—or more precisely, I’d nip her butt.
“Feel better?” I asked as Hannah walked into the kitchen, moving to wrap my arms around her.
“Well, I don’t stink anymore,” she said.
Burying my nose in the blonde tresses that cascaded down her back, I inhaled deeply. “No, you definitely don’t. You smell like lemons.” Kissing the top of her head, I pulled back. “Ready for breakfast?”
“I normally don’t eat breakfast, but I’d love more coffee.”
I poured her a fresh cup, and while she took a seat at the table, I spooned oatmeal into a bowl. Dropping the last of the bread into the toaster, I took her bowl to her. When she turned up her nose, I grinned. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so don’t knock it until you try it. You can doctor it up if you want.” I pushed the small bowls of sliced strawberries, whole blueberries, slivered almonds, and brown sugar closer to her. Fixing my own bowl and bringing the toast to the table, I sat down and was pleased to see that she was eating.
“What would you like to do today?” I asked, taking my own bite.
“Take a nap.”
Slathering my toast with jam, I said, “Babe, you just got up. Let’s wait until mid-afternoon at least.”
She took another bite of her oatmeal and then answered. “We’ve talked about starting a garden. Maybe we can work on that?”
Nodding, I leaned back in my chair, finishing my own coffee. “That’s a plan. Finish up and we’ll run to the home improvement center. I don’t think we can do it all in one weekend, but we can make a good start.”
* * *
For someone who’d wanted to crawl back into bed, Hannah’s mind was still going a hundred miles a minute. On the way to Home Depot, she’d decided that a full-blown garden might not be the best idea, reminding me that I could be given new orders at any time.
“It would be a waste of time and energy tilling and fencing and planting only to find that we won’t be around to harvest.”
I couldn’t disagree as this was the third base I’d been stationed at and knew there were more moves in my future. “So, what’s Plan B?”
“A container garden,” she said instantly. “We can get all sorts of pretty pots and plant in them instead. Oh, and I’ve always wanted to try a hanging garden. Can we do that?”
Some pots, a few bags of dirt, a variety of seed packets sounded far easier than digging up half our backyard. “Sure, and speaking of hanging, how about a porch swing? That way we can sit outside with our coffee every morning and watch all the squirrels, rabbits, and birds steal our bounty.”
She swatted my arm, but giggled, and I knew I’d give her whatever she wanted. I had missed that sound as well as the excitement that practically had her bouncing up and down the aisle as she made her choices of containers. Leaving her to it, I found a swing and had an associate help me strap the box to the top of the car. Rejoining Hannah, I found she’d filled one flatbed cart full of pots and bags of soil. I pushed it out of the store, Hannah following with another cart with plants of various sizes. My wife had to peer through green foliage to see where she was going.
“I thought we were going with seeds,” I said, pushing buttons to lower the seats in our Suburban to give me a flat surface to put all our purchases.
“Oh, I got some of those too, but this way we have instant gratification. I can practically taste the tomatoes we’ll have soon,” she said, handing me two red wire cages that would support the plants as they grew. “The next time I eat oatmeal, it will be with strawberries picked from our own hanging garden. Just think of the money we’ll save. We won’t have to go to the commissary to get fresh vegetables.”
Loading more plants into the car, I grinned. “And when I shoot those rabbits who raid the cabbage patch, you can throw them into the pot as well.”
“Ewww, I’m not going to eat some poor little bunny!”
I didn’t care about the military frowning on PDAs—public displays of affection—she was just too cute not to grab and kiss. Granted, I’d meant for it to be just a quick smack, but the moment she melted against me, my cock rose to stand at attention. Releasing her, I saw that she was well aware of the affect she’d had on me.
“I hope you paid for that big zucchini in your pocket, Major. I would so hate to have to bail my husband out of the brig.”
Grinning, I shook my head. “Maybe an up close and personal inspection of that zucchini will remind you that you are an army wife, not a navy swabbie, recruit. Brigs are on ships.”
“Your command is my wish, sir,” she said, purposely skewing the phrase. “After all, you are the officer in charge.”
Damn straight I was. We finished loading and every time our fingers brushed as she passed me something, I swear there were sparks popping between us. Once in the car, the smell of plants and soil and manure seemed to bring out my baser nature. She’d thought I was prepping her for a bit of kinky sex last night, which I hadn’t been. But as an officer, I was used to making multiple contingency plans. I’d tossed that blanket over her last night to preserve her modesty. Today I planned on tossing her down on it and having her squirming like a little earthworm.
“Why are we stopping here?” she asked as I pulled into another parking lot. “I thought you were tired of fast food.”
“We’re going to have a picnic,” I informed her, pulling up to the speaker box. “What would you like?”
“I don’t know, there’s too many choices. What are you going to eat?”
“You.” I watched her eyes widen and her nipples jump to attention beneath her t-shirt. Reaching over, I took a stiff bud between my thumb and finger and gave it a little pinch. “Now that is my kind of salute.”
“Brett!” she said, but in a tone that had no rancor, only a bit of shock. The fact that she arched her back a bit, offering more of her breast told the true story.
Forget choices. I turned to the speaker and ordered for the both of us. Passing her the bags and putting the bottles of water in the cup holders, I pulled out and after a few miles, turned into a strip center.
“Brett Griffith, I am not going to get a tattoo!”
Grinning, I turned to her. “I don’t know; maybe seeing ‘Daddy’s Girl’ inked across a certain part of your anatomy might remind you to be good.”
“Since I can’t see my ass, I find that highly doubtful,” she shot back. “Seriously, you don’t expect me to get a tattoo?”
“No. We’re going to get dessert.”
She looked at me like I was crazy. “If you wanted dessert, you could have gotten some cookies at the deli.”
“I’m not looking for cookies,” I said, cupping her chin and turning her head to the right. “I’m fancying something longer lasting and far less fattening than cookies.”
Her gasp told me she’d seen the Erotic Zone sign above the shop sandwiched between the tattoo parlor and a convenience store.
“There is no way in hel… on God’s green earth tha
t I’m going in there! What if someone recognizes us?”
“Then they’ll know we enjoy a very healthy sex life.”
“No, they’ll know that you are kinky!”
She actually slid down in her seat as if expecting to be discovered.
Chuckling, I shrugged. “Hannah, know this, if you don’t go in with me, I’ll choose whatever dessert I want, and you will have to live with it.”
“O-okay.”
Decision made, I opened the door, hearing the lock snap almost before I’d completely stepped out of the car. Well, I would have locked the car anyway, so I didn’t fault her the security measure. This was a part of town that could be found outside most military bases in the country. Soldiers were known for the proclivities to cover themselves with tattoos and let off a little steam—both in the bars and in any assortment of sexual outlets. They put their lives on the line, and I’d dare anyone to demand they be angels.
The store wasn’t empty but, unlike Hannah’s fear, I didn’t see anyone I knew by name. Granted, if I’d been in uniform, I would not have entered. I might like kink, but I did respect the uniform. While my haircut most likely proclaimed me a soldier, my jeans and t-shirt gave me anonymity.
I knew exactly what I was looking for, so it didn’t take long to make my purchases. I paid cash, not bothering to ask for the military discount the sign on the counter offered. I did ask if I could step into their employee bathroom which I knew would most likely be a lot cleaner than a public one. I unpackaged and thoroughly washed every item I’d bought, not trusting they’d been sanitized enough when packaged. With bag in hand, I returned to the car to find Hannah had laid her seat back as far as she could so that she wasn’t visible with a casual glance through the window.
