by Nix, Haley
His fingers lingered at my pussy for a brief second, his hand lifting the bottom of my dress. I didn’t say yes. But I also didn’t say no. Why was he having this effect on me? Here was a man who’d taken me against my will. Admittedly, yes, he’d saved my life. But now he was holding me hostage. Was he holding me hostage? I didn’t want to run anymore, so I guess I was free to go. So why was I staying? Why were my feet impossible to move? Why did I feel this incessant lure that made me gravitate towards him?
“You need to tell me what you want,” said Kieran. “That way I can give it to you.”
“I want you to…” I said softly, my voice trailing off, disappearing in the darkness that surrounded us.
“I can’t hear you. What is it you want?” he asked, leaning closer, his breath on my face. I caught a brief taste of his scent, something about it was undeniably attractive, causing desire to swell inside me.
My pussy was dripping wet now. There was no fighting it anymore, no denying it. Why did I feel so powerless against him? How was it possible for him to have this effect on me?
“I want your cock inside me.”
As soon as I’d said it, my hand shot up to cover my mouth as if I hadn’t meant to say it. It was almost like someone else was speaking through me, giving a voice to the hidden desires of my body. Was I giving in to my urges? I’d already spoken, it was too late to back out now. I was inevitably drawn towards him and the affirmative yes was all Kieran needed to commence his lustful advances.
Part 1, Perfect Soldier: Catching Colton
Colt’s Perspective
Truth be told, I hadn't quite gotten used to being back yet. And when I say it, I mean everything: civilian clothes, civilian cars, no drills, paved American streets, Oak trees and houses with perfectly-watered, green grass in their front lawns. It was strange being back in the U.S. If you spend too much time in the desert, it can be like that.
And the women, I wasn't used to them either. I hadn't been with one in a long time, or even looked at one really. Since coming back to America, I got that particular look from women a lot, the familiar smile and the quick checkout, a subtle hint that they were interested, if only on a totally primal level. I just sort of brushed it off. The idea of being with a woman was almost foreign to me, it'd been so long since I'd had time to even cultivate an interest in another person on that level.
But things changed when I saw her in the bar earlier. Cat. I liked that named, it sounded feisty and wild. I could only imagine what she was like in bed. When I first saw her, my heart damn near broke. "Curves that could kill" was the only way to describe her. Full, gorgeous breasts, just the right amount of cleavage; a round, voluptuous ass that melded into her beautiful thighs, her jeans tight against her skin. I imagined what it might be like having her bounce that ass in front of me as I stroked inside her, and I felt myself starting to get hard at the thought.
Her blouse had been tight, too, revealing those extra pounds around her midsection, those free-flowing, killer curves. I liked a girl with a body like that, a little chubby, but with tons of confidence. Women like Cat knew how to treat a man in bed, you could tell by the way they walked and the way they talked. With a little luck, I'd be finding this out for sure later tonight.
Part 2, Perfect Soldier: Colt & Cat
Cat’s Perspective
He knew what I wanted, what I'd wanted all week long, that cathartic release that would wash the stress of school and my job away. Granted the stress of preparing for exams was over, but I still hadn't received my final grades. I know I shouldn't have been worried about it, especially since there was nothing I could do now, but I wouldn't be completely relaxed until the grades were officially in the books.
As he drove, I put my hand on Colt's leg, easing it up slowly toward his crotch. He looked straight ahead, as if he didn't even notice. Then I began massaging, my hand between his legs, rubbing gently, feeling that big cock starting to get hard. Could I make it all the way home? Now that I'd initiated things, I felt my desire growing exponentially by the second. How could I hold out that long?
I continued rubbing, then unbuckled my seat belt, moving my head down toward his crotch. Colt shifted the seatback, knowing what I had in mind, anticipating it even more than I was. I unzipped his jeans. He got up slightly, allowing me to shimmy them off of his hips so I could pull out that monster cock, already halfway hard. My mouth would get it the rest of the way there.
Part 3, Perfect Soldier: Long Goodbye
Colt’s Perspective
The hot water splashed against my body, waking me completely from the last of my clinging sleepiness. I stood there thinking as the water washed over my face. I still hadn't told Cat about the money from Vegas. I don't know what it was, but for some reason I had a feeling it would complicate things. I guess I'd just keep it to myself for now and wait for the right time to bring it up.
Then I heard the shower curtain rustle and felt Cat slip in behind me. I smiled to myself. I loved mornings like this.
I felt her press up against me, touching me gently, her hands reaching around the front of me to play with my cock. I smiled to myself as the water continued to rain down. Maybe it's a little embarrassing, but I was already starting to get hard, anticipating her touch, turned on by her friskiness and the unsuspected nature of this morning encounter.
She kept stroking my cock, making it harder and bigger with every subtle motion. I felt myself throbbing, my pulse getting stronger and more rapid. My body needed this. I needed this. And I could tell that Cat needed it, too. How many of our days had started like this? More than a few, but usually in bed instead of the shower.
In our hearts we knew that our time together was short-lived, marked by my eventual need to go back overseas and serve on another tour of duty. We never spoke about that possibility, as if not talking about it made it somehow unreal. But it was in the back of our minds, and it impacted us on mornings like this where we were determined to live each moment to the fullest.
Part 4, Perfect Soldier: Away At War
Cat’s Perspective
The flight was about ten hours long; I’d be arriving in the middle of the night and was already pretty tired when the plane finally touched down. But as soon as I walked off the plane and through the terminal, I saw Colt waiting for me on the other side of security.
I dropped my bags impulsively and ran towards him, jumping up into his arms. He caught me and wrapped himself around me, squeezing me in so tight. I pulled my head off of his shoulder and kissed him.
How many minutes had been building up to this moment? Too many, way too many. I parted his lips and gently flitted my tongue, then kissed him deeply as our tongues swirled in their own private dance. It was bliss just tasting him again, our wetness mingling in each other’s mouths, forging that essential physical connection. And those arms around me felt even bigger, stronger, and more secure than before.
Colt put me down as our kiss broke and then went to pick up the bags I’d dropped. Then he took me by the hand and we walked down to baggage claim together. I couldn’t help but lean into his shoulder as we walked, closing my eyes occasionally and just breathing deeply in satisfaction.
Finding Her Soldier
I looked through the remaining pictures until I came to the last one, him and a bunch of his buddies at the beach. He was wearing a straw cowboy hat, shirt off, with a cold Budweiser bottle in his hand.
I felt myself getting hot. Damn, look at those abs, I thought. And those pecs, such definition. His arms were big and muscular, definitely something I could envision myself wrapped in on a dark and stormy night.
Why didn’t guys like this send me messages on here? I mulled this over as I clicked back to the first page of his profile. Then this caught my eye:
You should message me if:
You’re a strong woman who can handle a military man like me. My life is challenging, but challenging is what I’m all about. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I have one of the toughest jobs in
the world, and I love it. I’m damn proud of that fact. I need a woman who can be tough, too. I want a woman who isn’t just attractive, but confident, smart, and kind. My job, by nature, requires me to leave for extended time periods, so any woman I’m with has to understand that. I’m a very loyal and faithful person. I expect the same of any woman who seeks to be my partner.
Wow, I thought. That was actually a thoughtful response. Most profiles I read had something along the lines of “You should message me if you want to hang out and grab a drink sometime.” They all seemed so childish, focused on the short-term and fleeting. But not this man, he was a real man, after all. He seemed to really know what he wanted out of life.
But did I dare message him?
