Rank & File (Anchor Point Book 4)

by L. A. Witt

  “You’re damn right you are.”

  He groaned, pressing his dick against me. I slid my hands over his ass and encouraged him to press harder. As if he needed any encouragement.

  “I should probably give you some warning.” He kissed my neck, and I swore I expected teeth. “When I top, I do it hard.” There’s the teeth. Oh fuck. “Can’t promise you’ll be sitting comfortably or walking straight tomorrow.”

  A whimper slipped past my lips as I tilted my head to expose as much of my neck as possible. It had been a while since I’d been with a man. It had been way too long since I’d had sex this frantic and dirty. In fact, I didn’t think I ever had.

  Tonight’s a good goddamned time to start, though.

  “Sounds . . . sounds exactly like how I want to be fucked tonight.” I wasn’t sure if the words came out in the right order, but apparently the message made it across.

  Way too easily, Will turned me around and pushed me chest first against the wall. With his knee, he shoved my legs apart, and because I wasn’t already coming unglued enough, he released a ragged breath against the side of my neck.

  “I’m going to fuck you right here,” he growled in my ear. “Then we’re going to back to one of our places, and I’m going to do it again.”

  “Ungh. Yeah.”

  “Get your pants off.”

  That was easier said than done, but at least I hadn’t worn a button fly or something today. The belt came loose, and as I worked my jeans down over my hips, apparently Will was taking care of his own clothes. The jingle of a buckle had never sounded as dirty as it did in that moment, coming from right behind me and echoing through the restroom. His zipper opening with a quick, sharp pull? Fuck.

  Foil tore. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the cold bricks. God, yeah. As horny as I’d been lately, and as much as I’d been fantasizing about him, I needed him to fuck me right now before I turned into a pile of ash.

  The slick sound of him stroking lube onto his dick made me shiver.

  And . . . panic.

  “W-wait.”

  He froze. “What?”

  “It’s . . .” I gulped. “It’s been a while. Just, uh, go easy. At first.” I almost expected him to get irritated or plow into me anyway, but his grip on my hip softened.

  “Glad you said something now.” He kissed right below my hairline. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Thanks.” It sounded dumb, but I was pinned up against a bathroom wall with a hard-on and a man about to fuck me, so I cut myself some slack for not being very articulate.

  A finger teased my hole. As he pushed it in, my head spun, and I was sure my knees would drop out from under me any second. The wall didn’t offer much to hold on to, but I found a little bit of purchase between the bricks, and dug my fingertips in.

  For as eager as Will had been, he took his time now. With slow, smooth strokes, he stretched me gently until he met no resistance at all, and even then he didn’t quit. I started rocking my hips to encourage him, fucking myself on his hand until my vision blurred. Christ, it wasn’t like I hadn’t taken anything recently—I had a couple of toys next to my bed that were thicker than his fingers—but I was still losing my mind just from this. Maybe because of the whole scene. I’d never been roughly fucked in a men’s room stall by a guy I’d been fantasizing about for days, and now I was going to do exactly that, and I was so turned on that everything he did was ten times hotter than—

  “I think you’re ready for more,” he purred.

  “Uh-huh.” I closed my eyes as a shiver ran up my back. “Yeah.”

  He slid his fingers free, and I bit my lip.

  Yes, yes, yes. More. Please. I want—

  Oh yeah. That.

  Good God, you’re thicker than I thought.

  Oh yeah. Yeah. Fuuuck . . .

  He exhaled as he eased himself in. I touched my forehead to the cool wall again, holding on to the brick edges for dear life, and moaned.

  “Goddamn, you’re so tight,” he murmured, and pushed in again.

  I didn’t bother trying to talk. Something about Will—about every fucking thing he did—melted my spine. He was the perfect size, and it was like he knew exactly how much I could take at a given moment. When I started to yield to him, he picked up speed. When it was suddenly more than I could handle, he backed off before I could say anything, and gave me a moment before he continued.

  And then we were fucking. Really fucking. Deep and hard, knocking me off-balance every time he thrust, and dear God, it was awesome. No wonder I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind—it was like my body had known from the start that this was a man who could plow me until I cried.

  I clawed at the wall for balance. “Oh fuck . . .”

  “You all right?” he asked.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Want it harder?” His fingers twitched on my hips, and I was pretty sure I really did hear a note of please tell me you want it harder in his voice.

  I widened my stance and braced my forearms against the wall. “Hard as you can.”

  Will groaned. A hand slid up my back and over my shoulder, and apparently that gave him some extra leverage. His fingers dug in. He drove himself into me so hard it hurt, and I hoped the sounds I was making translated to more. They must have, because holy fuck, he gave me more.

  “Oh God, yeah,” he panted. “Can you . . . can you come when you’re . . . being fucked?”

  “If I couldn’t before, pretty . . . pretty sure I can now.”

  The low, sexy growl told me that was exactly what he’d wanted to hear, and somehow, he managed to fuck me even harder. Or maybe I was too far gone to keep track. Whatever. He had me pinned to the wall, his dick slamming into me, and yeah, yeah, I was absolutely going to come from this.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and surrendered. I didn’t try to hold back my orgasm, or whatever sounds came out of my mouth, or anything—I let him unravel me and ride me through every single shockwave until even the wall and his body could barely keep me upright.

  Will wrapped an arm around me and let me melt against him, and he kept thrusting, groaning in my ear as he took those last few erratic strokes before he grunted, shuddered, and came inside me.

  I pressed my forehead against the wall. He pressed his against the back of my neck. We both panted for a minute, up until he started going soft. Then he pulled out and stepped back, probably to get rid of the rubber.

  His clothes rustled, and his fly zipped. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Kay.”

  He left the stall, and I did the best I could to pull myself together. I had never in my life had so much trouble zipping and buttoning a pair of jeans before. My belt? Fuck. Forget it. It could dangle and jingle. Wasn’t like it was going anywhere.

  With my pants on, I looked at the spot where we’d fucked. There was cum . . . basically everywhere. So, I wadded up some toilet paper and wiped it off. As I was flushing it, Will came back into the stall and latched the door again. He stood right in front of me, eyes locked on mine as he buckled my belt for me.

  It was funny how he’d been kind of shy when I’d come up to him earlier, but now he was taking charge. Apparently I’d woken up the sleeping dragon.

  “So were you serious?” I wrapped my arms around his waist. “About going back to one of our places and doing this again?”

  Will nodded, licking his lips. “You better believe it.”

  “My apartment’s about two blocks away.”

  “Closer than mine.” He leaned in for a short kiss. “How thin are your walls?”

  I shivered. “They’re thin. But with as much as I hear my neighbors fucking, I’d say they owe me one.”

  Will laughed. Wow, he had a gorgeous smile. Or maybe it was because he was flushed and had a little bit of sweat along his hairline. Whatever. I wanted more of him.

  I nodded toward the door. “Let’s get out of here.”

  He grinned, and I knew I wouldn’t be walking right
tomorrow.

  I collapsed on my back next to Brent. We were both drenched in sweat, both shaking and panting, and neither of us moved or spoke for a good long time. He didn’t bother wiping his cum off his stomach yet—I wasn’t sure he had the coordination at the moment.

  Not that I was much better. I’d come so hard I was surprised I hadn’t blacked out, and anyway, I was still trying to get my head around the fact that we were even here. That I’d fucked Lieutenant Jameson not once, but twice, and it had blown my damn mind.

  God, but he was hot. In uniform, he probably presented as clean-cut and perfect—every inch an officer. In the neon glow of a half-lit bar, he’d been a man who needed to be pinned down and thoroughly debauched. He’d been all but begging for it, and I’d happily given it to him.

  Fucking him up against the wall in the bathroom had been ridiculously hot. And here, when I’d put him on his back? The picture laid out before me had been beyond sexy—Brent, open and needy and pleading, sweat plastering the hair on his chest and glistening across his forehead as he’d shamelessly taken my cock and jerked himself off. Just the thought of him coming all over his smooth, quivering abs and his broad chest had made my balls tighten and sent me right over the edge with him.

  A pleasant shiver raised goose bumps all over my body. My head was clear enough now that I could stand without winding up in a heap on the floor, so I got up to get rid of the condom and get him a washcloth. With some effort—neither of us was very steady yet—we cleaned ourselves up, and once again dropped onto his rumpled sheets.

  “Fuck,” he finally murmured.

  I chuckled, trailing fingers along a crescent-shaped welt I’d left on his shoulder at some point. It was probably going to bruise tomorrow. In the moment, I hadn’t realized how hard I’d bitten him, but I was pretty sure there was enough detail to match my dental records. And holy hell, he’d clenched around me when I’d done that, and moaned like he’d been about to lose his mind.

  I traced the distinct bumps from my teeth. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

  “Ya think?” He draped himself partway over my chest and kissed me. “I’ve been laid a lot in my life, but I swear to God it’s never been as dirty as it is with you.”

  “That a good thing?”

  His delirious grin answered before he spoke. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s real good. You want to fuck me like that again, say the word.”

  I laughed, sounding about as delirious as he looked, and smoothed his sweat-dampened hair. “Might have to give me a few minutes.” Three times in one night? We’d see about that. I wasn’t exactly twenty anymore.

  Then again, Brent was the first man I’d touched since my breakup. I hadn’t realized how long overdue I’d been for some sex until now. It was entirely possible my body was going to rally so I could make up for lost time.

  Fortunately, Brent didn’t seem to be in a big hurry. He was still practically boneless against me, and with as slow and steady as he was breathing, he might’ve been dozing. I let him. I’d missed this feeling. It had been way too long since I’d had someone cuddled up next to me while we savored the achy satisfied afterglow of an enthusiastic fuck.

  I tried not to mentally compare him to Vince—mostly because I didn’t want to think about my ex at all—but admittedly, the contrasts made me grin. Vince hadn’t been bad in bed, but he’d been kind of . . . boring. Even from the start. He’d always been affectionate, which I’d loved, but never terribly adventurous. Hair-pulling, bruising, borderline-violent sex had not been part of that man’s repertoire. I’d tolerated being somewhat bored in the bedroom because I’d loved Vince. And we certainly had had plenty of sex.

  It just hadn’t ever been the kind of sex that’d landed us in a sweaty, tangled heap of trembling muscles and bite marks.

  And, I realized with a sinking feeling, it hadn’t ever been the kind of sex that could get one or both of us court-martialed.

  The forbidden aspect had been a thrill—I couldn’t deny it—but like most of the dumb things I’d done in my career, it wasn’t something I could justify doing twice. Not that I’d done a lot of dumb things, especially not since my first enlistment, but I was as human as the next Sailor.

  I’d slept with a shipmate onboard a carrier while we were underway during DADT. Once.

  I’d drunk myself stupid during a port call, passed out in an alley, and barely dragged my hungover ass back to the ship before I’d been reported UA. Once.

  I’d spent an entire night having a threesome with two insanely hot Marines, had less than an hour of sleep, and staggered in the next morning to take the advancement exam. Once.

  And I’d had sex with an officer in a public restroom a block away from a tiny base in a small town where everybody knew each other. Once. Technically twice, and once was in his bed, but whatever. The whole night was one of those things that absolutely couldn’t happen again.

  As much as it killed me, I gently freed myself from Brent’s lazy embrace and sat up. “I should probably go.” I brushed a bead of sweat from my temple. “If I stay, we’ll end up falling asleep.” After we fuck again.

  Brent sighed but nodded. He ran a hand through his damp hair, which made it all spiky and— Goddamn it, why can’t I stay for one more round?

  Because of our careers. End of story.

  It wasn’t easy, but it was the way it had to be.

  I wanted to kiss him one last time, but I knew damn well if I did, I’d never leave. Not before daylight, anyhow.

  “I really wish you could stay,” he said.

  “Me too. But . . .”

  Our eyes locked, and neither of us finished the thought. There was no point. Instead, we got up and started to pull ourselves together. I got dressed, and he put on his jeans. Of course that didn’t do much to minimize the temptation—he looked almost as good shirtless as he did naked. Especially with the bite mark on his collarbone.

  I tore my gaze away before I changed my mind and dragged him back to bed. I doubted it would take much dragging, either. Brent was the most enthusiastic lay I’d had since long before Vince. I would’ve loved to find out everything he was into. As aggressive as he was when he kissed, he probably gave one hell of a blowjob. And dear God, if he ever topped me—

  Fuck. I made as subtle a gesture as I could of adjusting myself.

  “Still thinking dirty thoughts, eh?” Brent’s teasing tone didn’t help at all.

  I shot him a glare, but the grin on his lips made my pulse speed up again. Despite my better judgment, I hooked a finger in his belt loop and pulled him closer. “With as much of tonight as I’ve spent balls-deep in you? You better believe it.”

  He bit his lip and shivered. Crap. This was a mistake. I should’ve kept us an arm’s-length apart. At least an arm’s-length apart. I hadn’t, though, and I wasn’t doing such a hot job at fixing the situation either.

  Brent inched closer. Enough that his body heat radiated through my shirt, but we didn’t actually touch aside from the finger I still had firmly hooked in his belt loop.

  “You know,” he said. “The longer we stand here, the less convinced I am that you’re actually leaving.”

  You and me both.

  “I should leave, though.”

  “Mm-hmm.” He lifted his chin to narrow the space between our mouths. “You should. But are you?”

  “I’m . . .”

  We hovered in that space between kissing and not, like we were each daring the other to cross the line.

  “If this is the only night we can do this,” he murmured, almost brushing my lips, “don’t you think we should make it count?”

  “Doesn’t it already count?” God, why couldn’t I get my hands off him? Or keep my mouth away from his?

  “Yeah.” He shrugged, and when he grinned, we were so close I could almost feel his lips move. “But if we get caught, we’ll get in as much trouble for fucking three times as we will for doing it twice.”

  Damn. He made a good point.

  I slid my
hand up his back, drawing his body in closer until those low-slung jeans grazed mine. “You’re not going to be able to move tomorrow.”

  “I’m counting on it.” He pressed against me, and yes, he was definitely getting hard again. “I’m also curious if you’re as good with your mouth as you are with your dick.”

  A groan escaped the back of my throat. “Fuck . . .”

  Brent laughed softly—wickedly—and kissed me.

  So much for leaving.

  Will took off around two in the morning. I slept until almost noon before I managed to roll out of bed, stumble into the bathroom, and let a hot shower ease the full-body ache. Fortunately it was Saturday and I didn’t have to work. Spending all day in that too-hard chair in my office would’ve been . . . unpleasant.

  By tomorrow, I’d be fine. I wasn’t that bad today—just tender in a few places.

  I’d have been useless at work too, and not only because I’d have been focused on getting comfortable. The sex we’d had last night was the stuff they made pornos out of. Knowing that would be the first and last time? So not fair.

  Where are the men like him who aren’t enlisted?

  Probably not in this godforsaken little town. Maybe I’d get lucky and wind up at one of the bigger bases as my next duty station. At least then there’d be more options. More elbows to rub, more friends to make in high places. More guys to hook up with, ideally not on the sly.

  For now . . . Anchor Point. NAS Adams. Shit job.

  I made it through the weekend on autopilot, slept like the dead on Sunday thanks to an orgasm inspired by Friday night, and woke up cursing when my alarm went off. My mind immediately went to Will. Probably because I’d been dreaming about fucking him on the flight deck of an aircraft carrier. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes—the Navy really needed to get the fuck out of my dreams. I could think of a lot better places to fuck than on a ship, for God’s sake.