by Kristy Marie
Smack!
Gasping from the shock of the sting, I brace for another. And another, until he’s wound so tight that he shouts, “fuck,” dropping to his knees behind me.
I would like nothing more for him to see the grin on my face, but I keep my head down, allowing him to exert dominance over me. His fingers go back to my mouth and I suck without being told until he removes them, spreading my ass with his moistened fingers. Up and down, he grazes over my tight hole, taunting.
“Sometimes, I think you like for me to go raving mad.” Another graze.
He would be correct. All he has to do is reach between my legs and feel the wetness sliding down my thigh. I fucking love crazy Theo.
“Yeah, I think you do. I think you like to be marked, McCallister. Is that it? Do you like to limp for days so every guy in Madison knows that you’ve been fucked senseless?”
His finger penetrates my ass, making me jump in surprise. Although not our first time playing with anal sex, the sensation still feels foreign to me. “Everything of yours belongs to me…”
He slides in a second finger and I grip the carpet to alleviate the sting of his fingers stretching me open.
“Yes,” I groan, pushing back against his hand. “I want every bitch in this town to know I fucking own you, Von Bremen. That I make you lose every ounce of your precious control until you fuck me wild and abandoned.”
Theo makes a tortured sound low in his throat that borders on a moan. He likes fucked up. He likes to be owned. He loves to be wild and reckless.
Pushing harder, he fingers my ass with one hand, the other going to my slit, smearing the wetness around before lubricating his dick with it in a circular motion. “You’re fucking made for me. Every inch of you was created just for me.”
I can feel him moving behind me, aligning his straining length with my bottom.
“Deep breath, baby.” His sweet request is all the warning I receive before he pushes into me, stealing my breath on a cry. My arms weaken to noodles as he coos in my ear, a stark contrast to his actions. “You’re so fucking perfect.” Then, “Good girl.” And, “Push against me, baby.”
Whimpering, I push against the full sensation, fighting off the natural urge to move away from the pain. Theo’s pitching arm comes around my waist, keeping me upright as he finds my clit, rubbing furiously. “Come on, Ans. I’m going to come quick, baby.”
I’m sweating, shaking with the need for release. I’m close. I just need a little more to tip over the edge.
“More,” I plead, clutching the short fibers of the carpet, hanging on for dear life.
Theo responds accordingly, knowing exactly what I need to come. His body folds over mine, his weight resting against my back, my earlobe slipping into his mouth with a gentle suck. Oh, fuck! He thrusts his fingers in hard, his long digits moving in and out, finger fucking me to the brink of a whole-body orgasm.
“Let go, baby.”
Another drive, this time my head hits the wall with a painful thud. “Shit!”
He slides us back, never breaking his rhythm.
His breathing is his heavy and erratic, so much so that when he speaks, it comes in spurts. “I…I’m going to come…all…over…you…Cade…will smell…me…for…days.”
I can feel the head of his dick swell inside me, catching at the edge of the ridged muscle as he pulls nearly all the way out and slams back in. It hurts and it doesn’t.
“You like that, don’t you? You like that my cum will drip down your thighs for days.”
Oh shit. My belly clenches as the spasms tighten in my womb. It doesn’t go unnoticed.
“That’s my girl. Ride my fingers, come all over my hand.” He bites my shoulder until I cry out. “Tell me, Ans—”
A punishing thrust steals my breath.
“—is this what you wanted? My madness?”
His fingers slip from inside me to grab my breast, pinching the nipple as he tunnels deeper and deeper until I can’t take any more. My legs quiver and I drop to the floor as a burst of euphoria races through my veins. Over and over, I contract, gasping for air until one final thrust has Theo doubled over, hot bursts of cum easing down my legs while he chases the last sensation of completely and utterly ruining me.
“Let’s go! Rise and shine, gentlemen!”
I bang on each bedroom door with a vengeance. It’s five a.m. and we promised to help a local organization rebuild a veteran’s home who was injured in the line of duty. He’s wheelchair-bound and his home is no longer conducive to his way of life. His wife is a homemaker, raising their four children, and doesn’t have the means to do the remodel herself. I feel for my fallen brother. Losing both legs and going home, unable to be the man you once were, is rough. If we can alleviate their struggle, even slightly, I will rest easier.
Anniston thought it was a great idea and encouraged me to take all the guys. She’s big on giving back. I’m not saying I’m not, I just don’t like crowds or socialization in general.
After a restful night with the blue pill, I’m alert and energetic, ready to get the morning going. It’s an odd sensation for me but it feels good. Really good, actually. I bang once more on Hayes’ door. He hasn’t made a sound.
“Hayes! Get the fuck up or I’m coming in there!”
Some days I feel like a parent with these guys. I would never admit that to Theo, since he already tells jokes about Ans and me playing house, but most days it really does feel like it.
Hayes is still silent as I fish for my master key. I don’t have time for this shit.
“I’m coming in,” I warn as I slide the key in.
I hear rustling and give it another second. The last thing I want to do is walk in on him playing with his dick. “You’re working my nerves, Sergeant.”
Finally, the door cracks open revealing a wide-eyed Hayes. “Is the Commander up?”
I give him a what-the-fuck-do-you-think look. She and Theo went for a run first thing this morning. I hung back, giving them some space, and used our home gym for my morning workout. “Yeah, what’s the problem?”
“I, uh, have a rash…”
What the fuck? Really? Am I really going to counsel a grown-ass man on safe sex?
“Where’s the rash?” I’m already disgusted thinking about having to ask Anniston for some antibiotics or whatever the fuck clears this shit up. If it can be cleared up. Oh hell, I am not in the mood for this.
“It’s, uh… on my sack, sir.” He at least seems embarrassed. His face is bloodred as he tries hard to hold my scathing look.
“For fuck’s sake. I am not about to take a look at your balls. You’re going to have to man up and face the Commander.”
“But…”
“No, you aren’t going with us, spreading who knows what. Go see the Commander.” I slam the door in his face, his mouth open in shock. I can’t do this, not today. I have a schedule and I don’t have time to sit here and inspect Hayes’ balls.
“Let’s go, assholes,” I shout as I head down the hallway, my mood tanking by the second.
Mason and Vic round the corner, pulling on their shirts. I promised the association we could get most of the work done today. I need more man power now that Hayes is out of commission.
For a second, I think about asking Theo and then pinch myself for having such a stupid idea. I would rather do double work than ask that asshole for anything. “Where’s Tim?”
Vic and Mason look behind them like Tim will magically appear. “We don’t know, sir.”
Great, just great.
“Commander!” I’m bellowing down the hall, my patience all but gone. I need to get out of here. I’m almost to the kitchen when she appears, maize-colored hair pulled tight into her trademark bun, her tiny shorts riding high on her hips.
“What’s wrong?” She looks me over, concerned. I guess it’s out of character for me to scream for her in broad daylight. Nighttime is a different story.
I shake off my frustration so it won’t project into my wo
rds. I don’t want her to think I’m upset with her. “I need help. Hayes has some kind of rash on his junk that you need to look at. I don’t know what it is, but I am not taking a chance and taking him with me.”
Mason and Vic choke out a laugh before masking it. If I wasn’t so pissed myself, I would laugh, too.
“A rash where?” Anniston’s lips are struggling to hold straight. I give her thirty seconds before she’s hysterical.
“His junk, Commander.”
Her chest is starting to shake. “And, how do you know it’s on his junk?”
Oh, for goodness’ sake. Everyone is a fucking comedian around here.
“Commander. This is serious.”
She snorts out a wild laugh and catches herself. With her hand clutching her stomach, she holds the rest of her outburst in. “I’m sorry, Cade. I will handle Hayes’ rash. What’s the other issue?”
Thank you.
“I need more manpower.”
She mulls over my problem for a second, her finger to her mouth, reminding me of Theo. She isn’t biting her nail but it’s close. I wonder if she even realizes she’s doing it.
“What about Lawson,” she wonders, slipping her hand down when she realizes it was in her mouth. “Do you think he’s ready?”
I’m not sure how to answer her. Lawson is stable. I don’t know what his deal is yet, as we haven’t been able to gain his trust enough for him to tell us. Taking him out on an unsupervised outing is risky. Usually, we’re positive about the mental state of the guys before we introduce them into a social situation. Having Lawson in someone’s home could be bad if it goes wrong. But I need another guy…
“I’m not sure,” I return honestly. Lawson could be crazier than shit but I won’t know until I see him in action.
Anniston sighs. “I could ask Theo.”
I’m shaking my head before she can get his name out fully. “That’s okay, we can manage.”
She chuckles and clasps my shoulder. “Take Lawson with you. I’m sure he’ll be fine. But call me if you have any problems.”
I nod, a knot forming in my stomach. “Okay.”
“Good. Tim’s been in the truck for the past half hour. Go, before he dies out there in the heat.” She places a sweet kiss on my cheek and heads for the stairs, taking two at a time before she shouts, “Connor Hayes! Let me look at your balls!”
Finally, I breakdown and laugh. This is my crazy life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sweat drips down my back as I hammer the last nail into the new wheelchair ramp for Doug, our fellow Marine. The community here is tight, all the neighbors are out on their porches or here, helping us. We’re almost finished; we only lack a ramp on the back deck. I’m not sure we’ll finish today but it’s enough that he can come home to be with his family.
“Major, do you want me to start cleaning up?” Mason is drenched, his shirt coming off hours ago in this ninety-five-degree weather.
He and the guys have drawn quite the fans. They’ve not had to ask twice for a glass of water, that’s for sure. Women came out of the woodwork to offer up beverages, amongst other things. Other things that put a smile on these guys’ faces all fucking day.
They now want to volunteer all the time. Figures. It’s not like I didn’t get the welcome committee, I did. I shut it down before any of my admirers could bat an eyelash. I’m not looking for a quick fuck or a girlfriend, so they were just wasting my time and theirs.
I take a look around before answering Mason. Most of the volunteers are taking a break or packing in their things, heading home for the evening.
“Yeah, go ahead and start rounding up the guys. I’ll let the foreman know.”
With a nod, Mason jogs off to the others. I gather my tools and head around the back of the house where tents are set up. The foreman is a local contractor who initialized this project and managed to get everything donated for the family.
If you had told me six months ago that civilians cared about their military, I would’ve laughed in your face and called you a liar, but now, after seeing this community come together for a fallen brother… I am a believer that there is good in this world.
Meeting Anniston was my first proof of that, but I didn’t know more existed. I thought she was the only one. An angel sent just for me…
I round the corner, scanning for someone to ask where I can drop these tools.
“Thanks for volunteering, Major Jameson.” Randy, the foreman, peeks out from behind the water cooler. “We really appreciate you and your men offering assistance. We wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”
“No problem. We’re honored to do it.”
He moves around from the cooler, chugging his water. I envisioned Randy as a big, bearded man—something like a lumberjack. So this hundred-fifty-pound gentleman really threw me when I met him this morning. He has to be in his late sixties. I thought for sure he would stroll through, bark orders and then leave. But nope, he barked orders, picked up a hammer and put my guys and me to shame in the work he cranked out.
“I wanted to tell you we are headed home for the day but will be happy to return tomorrow, should you need us.”
“Absolutely. Six a.m.?”
Ugh. I was hoping for at least seven but it is scorching hot, in the middle of summer, so I guess it’s best we get most of the work done in the early morning hours.
“We’ll be here.”
We shake hands and I quickly finish cleaning up the rest of my mess. I haven’t seen the guys yet, otherwise I would be making those assholes grab some of these scrap pieces of wood and help me pile them neatly beside an old oak.
By the time I’m done, the sun is starting to set and I’m starving. I hope it’s Commander’s turn to cook. I don’t think I can take another shitty meal after a long ass day like today. I know it’s good for the guys to learn how to cook so they’re self-sufficient but damn…
“Major!” Vic is running down the sidewalk, his eyes full of fear. “We have a problem. We can’t find Lawson.” He’s winded as he tries to hurry out the words. Like that’s going to make it better or something.
My stomach clenches as the thought of having to tell Anniston that I lost Lawson makes me want to heave right here in the bushes. Fuck! I knew I shouldn’t have brought him. I knew it was too soon.
“What do you mean, you can’t find him?” I’m on the move, my eyes scouring the subdivision for any sign of the long-haired blond. “Where’re the others?”
“Mason told us to split up and look for him.”
Thank fuck Mason has some sense.
“Good. When was the last time anyone saw him?” I’m jogging down the sidewalk, focused, Vic right behind me.
“We were working on the ramp, sir, about an hour ago.”
That is absolutely no help, as it’s the last time I saw him. We round a bend and Mason comes into view, a worried look plastered on his face.
“Any luck?” I shout from my position, not giving a shit if we are disturbing the peace of this quiet neighborhood.
Mason shakes his head.
Fuck! This cannot be happening. Anniston is going to lose it.
“What do we do, Major?”
I don’t answer Vic right away. I have no idea what to say.
What we need is more people, to scour the town thoroughly. I only know two other people here and the thought of calling one makes me want to gouge out my eyes with the nails in my pocket. But I’m desperate. Anything to distract me from what I’m about to do. Call Theo.
“I need to make a call.” I dial his number in a fog. My hands feel like someone else’s as I bring the phone to my ear, pacing, my eyes searching the streets for Lawson.
He answers on the fifth ring. “What?”
Yeah, I can’t do this. This may be the worst idea I have ever had in the history of ideas.
“What, Jameson?” His tone is clipped as he barks out his asshole greeting once again.
I almost hang up. The four of us can
find him. Maybe we can ask the neighbors for help. They seem like good people.
I groan, frustrated with the position I’ve put myself in. I should have watched Lawson more closely.
“Cade, typically one speaks when they call someone.”
I hate him. I really do.
“I need your help.” There, I said it. I’m prepared for the smartass comment in return.
“Yes, we know that. I’ve told Ans on several occasions I would pay to get you the help you need. You’re welcome.” His voice is smug.
I grit my teeth to stay neutral. I need his help. I can’t afford to piss him off and lose my only resource. But fuck if I don’t want to.
“Lawson is missing. I need you and Hayes to come help look for him.”
“Who’s Lawson?” A crunching noise echoes in the receiver. Is he fucking eating something right now?
“Theo!” My patience is gone but I try to reign in my fury.
He chuckles, crunching some more. “Alright, fine. I’ll help you find the stray.”
One…two…three…deep breath…four. “I need you to bring Hayes, too. Don’t tell Commander where you’re going.”
His deep belly laugh reverberates through the phone. “You are so fucked, Jameson. I’m going to enjoy watching her kick your ass.”
I’ve learned the hard way that as long as you keep fighting back he will get nastier and nastier so I end the conversation gruffly, barking an order into the receiver. “Meet me at the corner of Briar Street.”
He smacks in the phone, taking his time to answer me. “Done. But you owe me.” With that, he hangs up.
What a fucking prick.
Theo and Hayes arrive thirty minutes later. Me, Mason, and Vic have scoured the neighborhood and come up with nothing. I’m exhausted and hungry but I am not leaving without Lawson. I feel like such a failure already and I can’t imagine showing up at home, empty-handed.
“Alright, Cade. Let’s get this shit show underway. I have things to do. Commanders to fuck.”
My hands clench into fists thinking about him fucking Commander. I want to hit him, just once. Is that too much to ask?
