by Rhea Wilde
He moved his head down and kissed the skin on my neck softly, sending a chill through my spine. I trailed my mouth along his cheek. I bit his ear softly with my lips then whispered to him.
“We made a deal. We’re partners. Whatever it takes to solve this case. I need this now…”
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. But John didn’t stop protesting. He was on-board entirely. All of the reservations either one of us could have had at this point had gone completely.
Knowing there was nothing left to stop me, I pressed on the gas.
I pulled away from him and reached for my top. I peeled it off of me and tossed it to the side. John grabbed his shirt and removed it from his body, revealing the hard torso I had touched through the fabric several times before. Between his muscled pectorals, a pair of dog tags rested comfortably.
I stood up and John followed. He moved his mouth closer to mine again, kissing me deeply as I tried to continue to undress. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. A gasp escaped from my lips when his hard body collided with me. Loud smacks and heavy breathing joined the chorus of fabric being pulled and steps being taken toward my bedroom.
We danced toward the privacy that awaited us while our lips were locked together. All the while, I continued to work my clothes off of me. I listened to the sound of him unbuttoning his pants. The sound of the metal teeth on his zipper sent a shiver through my spine. I unzipped my own jeans and let them fall to the floor.
We had gotten to my bedroom so quickly, I gasped when I fell back on my bed. I sat up before him, wearing nothing but my panties while John stood in front of me.
“Come here.”
He looked marvelous just standing there. The moonlight shining in through the windows set a shadow on his muscles and highlighted the definition of his body. If I were drunk, seeing a man like this would have been enough to sober me up.
I took a moment to marvel at him, my fingers resting on the band of his underwear.
“Must be that Green Beret training,” I sighed to myself.
John looked down at me, his expression nothing more than a silent but focused desire. The way he looked at me urged me to go further, so I did. I shifted my eyes down and pulled his underwear. His hard length caught on the fabric as I peeled his briefs off. I was beginning to wonder just how big he was. Maybe I would have to tug his underwear down entirely. But I got down enough for his cock to bounce up and toward me.
I held back a gasp at the sight of him. He was already stiff. I grabbed at his thickness without wasting another second. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stroked him softly while he stood before me. His knees buckled slightly and a sigh escaped from his lips. I looked up at him just long enough to smirk, knowing he liked what I was doing to him.
“I’m just getting started.”
I winked at him then turned my attention back to his cock. A few hard pumps to make sure he was hard made him throb in my palm. Then I replaced my hand with my lips.
I wrapped myself around his tip, sucking on it gently. He shook again. My cheeks sunk in as I slowly lowered myself down his thick shaft. My jaw parted slightly from his length. I moved my face toward him as much as I could before he entered my throat. I held him there for just a moment before moving away from him.
Back and forth, I moved my head on him in a slow rocking motion. I stuck my tongue out and licked the underside of his shaft. I could feel him throbbing. Thick veins engorged with sexual energy made my entire mouth vibrate.
I was losing myself. Everything that happened was disappearing. The bad memories and potential nightmares were gone, replaced by the desire for pleasure I wanted at this very moment.
I reached up and grabbed his ass to brace myself. His muscles tightened whenever I sucked on him. The wet sound of spit smacking against his flesh grew louder. I breathed hard through my nose so I wouldn’t have to stop.
John began bucking his hips softly against my face. A hand found its way to the back of my head. Fingers tangled themselves in my hair and took control of me. I was on his leash, following the commands his touch gave to me.
We worked in unison together. He moved his hips. He tightened his grip on my hair. I held my mouth open, my jaw unhinged to accommodate his thickness. The sloppy feeling of my spit dripping down my chin only made it that much easier to take him. Every stroke was more satisfying than the last.
“Eva… Eva, I’m going to…”
He breathed hard. I’d never heard him speak in such a way. I knew he was close. But before he could finish, I managed to free my head from his grip and pull away from him entirely.
“Come here,” I said. “I need this.”
I stood up from the bed and turned him around, pushing him down onto the mattress. He laid on the edge, his feet pressed against the floor with his underwear and pants around his ankles.
I stared at his hard length while I finally finished undressing. A quick tug sent my panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of my underwear and a rush of cold air brushed against the wetness that had been seeping out of me.
I took a step forward, pushing down one foot between his legs to make sure his underwear and pants wouldn’t get in the way. My eyes were locked on his but I could still see his length there before me, glistening, hard and erect, just waiting for me.
My whole body started to tremble. I couldn’t hold back for much longer. Fumbling into my dresser drawer, I found a condom and ripped the foil open. He was patient as he watched me sheathe him. Our eyes locked on one another’s the entire time.
I climbed on top of him, legs spread. I positioned myself toward him. I grabbed his length with one hand to hold him steady before finally guiding him inside of me.
My eyes shut on their own. As his length pushed into me, all of the air escaped from my lungs at the same time. My head rocked back and my mouth opened as every inch of him disappeared within me. His hard cock and my wet pussy were the only combination that could make me forget about everything that happened tonight. It was exactly what I needed to focus on.
I pushed myself down on him until his smooth hilt pressed against my lips. I leaned forward slightly, pushing my hands down on his bare chest to brace myself. I opened my eyes just long enough to look back at him. His stare was the same as it had been this entire time, intense and focused.
“Let me do this,” I whispered to him. “I need this.”
The embarrassment of whatever happened after this didn’t matter. All that mattered was right now.
My body took complete control. My hips moved on their own, slowly moving up and down on him. His length was hard and wet, sliding into me with ease with every movement I made.
The feeling of ecstasy spread through my entire body. His cock throbbed within me, stimulating my walls to the point I had to squeeze his chest to stop from falling over. The dog tags shifted and fell over my fingers.
I quickened my pace. My breathing became ragged. The smell of my own sweat filled my nostrils. The taste of the alcohol lingered on my tongue. My focus had been consumed.
I groaned louder with every thrust. The mattress squeaked as I bounced on top of it. Beneath me, I could hear John grunting with the hard rhythm we moved to.
“More…” I groaned.
His hands reached up and cupped my breasts. The feeling of his calloused hands against my nipples sent a shudder of desire pulsing through my body. I flipped my hair back over my head and began to ride him relentlessly.
“Mmm, just like that…”
I rode him like an animal consumed by my lust. Warmth spread through me. Sweat covered my skin and dripped down onto him. My grip was so sweaty it made it hard for me to stay on him. I dug my nails into the skin on his chest as if it would help me.
“Oh, God…”
I sighed uncontrollably. The pleasure started to ramp up inside of me. I knew there was no stopping it.
“Eva…”
I heard his voice. John’s voice. No one else’s. He said my name like
he’d never said it before. It rang inside my head and was enough to push me over the edge.
I reached down between my legs with one hand and found my clit. No longer able to hold myself up, I fell against him and slid his cock into me with one final stroke.
“Oh…”
My mouth hung open as I started to come. I shivered against him, losing myself to the uncontrollable vibrations taking over my body. Violent spasms spread from my core and pulsed through me. My mouth hung open. My lungs burned from being unable to breathe. Stifled breaths stuck in my throat. My heart raced. Sweat dripped from every pore on my skin. I was lost in my orgasm, consumed by an end I had worked so hard to get to.
The pleasure continued to quake through me. I couldn’t take the stimulation. I pulled my hand away from myself and hopped off of him. I fell beside him on my stomach and continued to succumb to the aftershocks of my orgasm.
As I laid in bed, I found the sense to reach down for his length and notice my wetness on it. I pulled the condom off of him and started to stroke him with what little strength I had left. Through blurry vision, I could see the intensity in his eyes as he stared back at me.
His gaze started to narrow. His body began to shake. His hard muscles tensed. I remained staring at him, both of our eyes closing, as a gush released on my hand. His cock throbbed on my palm, making my whole arm vibrate. Thick spurts of wetness spilled on the back of my hand and squeezed between my fingers. The slickness made it that much easier to slide my hand over his pulsing length.
My eyes started to close on their own as the fatigue of what we had just done hit me. I could feel my heart beating on the mattress beneath me as I laid on my stomach against it.
The feeling of John’s lust and desire in my hand slowly started to dissipate. His length softened slightly and I released him. The wetness dripped down from every one of my fingers. We had made a mess but I didn’t care. It was a pleasant feeling. Pleasant enough to leave a memory I would take with me into my sleep to distract me from anything else I might dream of. I would worry about my problems another time.
Chapter 12
JOHN
“You have to watch over him… Keep him safe… For me…”
It happened.
I let myself go.
She was drinking. I wasn’t.
Her mind wasn’t right. Mine was.
But I felt something…
Not the physical feelings she pulled out of me. Her small, tender body up against mine… It had been so long.
No, there was something else. She needed me. I had to be there for her…
*
I woke up early that morning and headed out to get something for the both of us. She’d already been through too much just from the time I met her. Now I knew she’d been through even more.
It also gave me a chance to clear my head. I picked up a change of clothes while I was out, too.
I left a message for her but I moved as quickly as I could. By the time I got back to her office, she was already awake. She sat at her desk with her feet up and her eyes closed.
“Hey,” I whispered.
Her eyes slowly opened, a slightly confused look on her face.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Did I startle you?”
She remained silent, shaking her head.
“I thought you’d still be sleeping,” I said. “I stepped out and got you something.”
I placed the small paper bag and tray on her desk.
“Coffee. And some breakfast, too.”
“Did you get me one of those breakfast sandwiches? I love those but I’m never awake early enough to get them before they sell-out.”
“You don’t need something like that.”
“You let me drink alcohol but you won’t let me have a bacon and egg breakfast sandwich…”
She muttered it softly under her breath as she pulled the bag closer to me. I was about to say something but bit my tongue and chuckled instead.
“Thank you for breakfast,” she sighed. “Though it seems a bit late for that…”
I watched her take a big gulp of the black coffee and pick at the small box of fruit.
“Wait,” she said. “Something is different.”
“What do you mean?”
“You look…” she said, her eyes narrowing. “Your clothes. I know you didn’t get that from my closet.”
I laughed softly at her as she eyeballed me up and down.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve changed,” I said. “I think it’s only appropriate since we’re working together I get rid of my old outfit. For your consideration.”
“I appreciate that, partner. You didn’t really smell though. Not bad, anyway…”
“I don’t always have the luxury of changing clothes when I’m in the field.”
“Does that happen often? When you’re in places like Sudan, are you wearing the same, stinky outfit for days at a time?”
“Weeks even.”
“I suppose it’s hard for you to find a washing machine when you’re in the middle of the desert.”
“I would settle for running water.”
I reached into my pocket for my cell phone while she enjoyed her late breakfast.
“How does it work?” she asked suddenly.
“How does what work?” I said.
“The money. I mean, do you get spending money when you go on a mission?”
“We get what we need. Not much cash. Most of the time we’re given a private account and credit cards. Just enough to get by.”
“Enough to buy coffee and get a new outfit at least. What about your personal account?”
“My personal account?”
“You get paid, don’t you? It’s your job. You make a lot of money? You rich?”
I chuckled softly at the question.
“It’s all right,” she continued. “I’m just curious. I’m not interested in your money.”
“But you are interested?”
I shifted my eyes toward her, unable to fight a smile on my face.
Her face blushed but she rolled her eyes and stuffed a piece of fruit into her mouth to hide it. I didn’t know how clear her head was but I knew she remembered what happened last night.
“I’m not rich,” I said. “I never will be. That’s not why I do this.”
“Why do you do it then? I know why you’re helping me but why did you join the army? Being a Green Beret can’t be easy.”
I kept scrolling through my phone. I didn’t know where Eva’s curiosity had come from but there was a part of me that was glad she was taking an interest in me.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“You don’t know? You’re out there risking your life, not getting paid shit and you don’t know why?”
“I joined the army because I wanted to serve my country. I suppose I just wanted to keep serving. I wanted to help the best way I could. This is it.”
“Hmm… If you say so.”
She spun around in her chair toward the open window behind her. As silence filled the room, I told her the news I read.
“They caught him,” I said.
“What?” she said, spinning back around in her chair.
“Owens. The police arrested him and documented all of the equipment. I read it on a newspaper I was passing by. Front page news.”
“Wow…”
“You should be proud. You did well.”
“Umm… I don’t remember last night as well as you do but you did most of the work. All I did was take some pictures, which the police didn’t even need.”
“We might need them. It’s more evidence. I couldn’t have done it without you. We’re partners, remember?”
“Partners… Right…”
She grew silent again. Something was obviously on her mind but I wasn’t going to force her to talk about anything.
“Sabin… About last night…”
Something in her voice… She was uncomfortable. Like she was trying to push the words out.
“Sabin?”
“I’m listening.”
“Last night… I—”
“Do you regret it?”
I cut her off. There was no point in either of us dancing around the obvious.
As I looked at her, I noticed a smirk forming on her lips.
“It wasn’t my first time,” she said.
“I assumed it wasn’t. Not that it matters.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant. I mean… I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands…”
“Eva, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. My only concern was the same one from last night. You were drinking. I didn’t want to take advantage of you—”
“You didn’t. I wanted it. I… I needed that moment. That’s all it was.”
She seemed more comfortable than before, the look on her face calm. I gave her a nod and turned my attention back to my phone.
“How about you?” she asked. “Is there—”
“All I care about is Brandon.”
“I imagine it’s kinda hard to be in a relationship when your entire life is some covert operation. Brandon’s mother… Your ex-wife… Did she know?”
“She knew I was in the army. What I did specifically, no. But it didn’t matter. Either way, I was away too long. That was enough to drive her away.”
“Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s all right. You were just curious. Believe me, I’ve been through a lot worse in my life. I’ve been grilled by COs for the last decade. You questioning me about my relationships doesn’t frighten me.”
“No… No, it shouldn’t. I guess it’s just me then…”
I continued to scroll through my phone while she got up and sat on the front edge of her desk.
“We’ve got a problem, Sabin.”
“Was I that bad?”
Her eyes widened. I smiled at the shock on her face.
“Wait… Was that a joke?” she said.
“I’m sorry,” I said, laughing softly.
