“You’re teasing the shit out of me, baby girl,” Miller exclaimed from above.
When she glanced up, she caught him studying her, fascination written all over his face. “Just admiring how thick and heavy your cock is, Miller.”
His head slumped back with a growl.
Okay, maybe she had tortured him enough. Leaning forward, she swiped her tongue across the swollen head and licked at the pre-cum. The salty liquid bathed her tongue in small droplets while she worked more of his cock into her mouth. She felt his body stiffen and held her hand on his hard thigh to keep her balance.
Stroking his cock up and down the steel length with her hand and mouth, she stole her hand away to caress his balls.
“Christ, Cambrie! You’re killing me. Christ.”
His body was strung so tight and the thick muscles of his leg flexed where her free hand roamed. His breathing, filled with sharp gasps, whispered through the air, proof of how much she was driving him wild.
She didn’t allow the exasperated tone to deter her. Determined to drive him even wilder, she swallowed his cock to the back of her throat, taking the engorged muscle fully into the warmth of her mouth. His hips flexed, pushing the head against the back of her throat. Moans and groans filled the room along with the heady scent of arousal, hers and his mixing together.
His hand ran over the top of her head, fisting in the hair, allowing his dominance to control the way she performed the blow job, holding her close or pulling her back when intensity overwhelmed his cock. Sucking on the length of him filled her with a power so intense that she shook. She held this man’s pleasure in her hands and could hold him in the cusp of that bliss for as long as she desired. She held his attention and no other woman. It was her name that he yelled, her name heard after every moan from his throat. And it was her pleasure that he always kept in mind.
Her mouth released his cock to allow her tongue to swipe over the slit. His salty flavor teased her taste buds and shot heat straight to her pussy, vibrating the butt plug that remained nestled in her tight ass. With her mouth, she urged him to explode on her tongue. She wanted to swallow his cum, suck the pleasure from him until he was sated and happy.
“Cambrie. Stop!” With his hand under her chin, he eased his cock from her mouth. “God. Please. Baby, I want to come in your ass. Any more of this delicious mouth and I’m a goner.”
Leaning over her, he helped her onto her feet, placed a soft kiss to her forehead, and laid her onto the bed on her belly. “Can I go bare-back in your ass or do you want me to use a condom? I’m clean. We get tested every time we leave the States.”
“No condom. I want to feel you.”
With a scoop of his arm under her hips, she was on her knees. “Just removing the plug.”
When his hands tugged at the toy in her ass, she gripped the bed sheet. The sensations rioting throughout her body were too much to handle. Every inch of her body begged for Miller’s touch, his kiss, his heat. Once the plug left her ass, the emptiness seemed overwhelming. She had enjoyed the intrusion and the naughtiness it offered.
She turned her head to catch Miller lathering his cock with the lube. The sight made her body hum like a burning ember. “Miller, hurry.” If she didn’t feel his hands on her soon, she’d be reduced to begging.
When he climbed onto the bed behind her, she reminded herself to stay relaxed. He had prepped her body well and had taken good care of her up to now. There was no reason he wouldn’t continue to keep her comfort and pleasure in mind.
The thick head of his cock pressed through her tight rosette and stopped. The sensation of taking his cock into her ass was so much different than the butt plug had been. The heat from his erection warmed her anus, easing the tender muscles. His pulsing thickness slid into her dark channel with a tender slowness that drove her wild with desire.
“Oh, hell, Cambrie. You’re tighter than I even imagined. Am I hurting you?” His fingers gripped her sides, whether for possession or comfort, she didn’t care. It added to her arousal knowing that he held her so firmly.
The genuine concern in his voice touched her and swelled her heart with a feeling that made her lightheaded and giddy. “No, Miller. I’m getting used to it. I…I like it.”
With his hands still gripping her hips, he eased his cock deeper until he was fully seated in her ass. He ceased movement and allowed her body to adjust to his invasion.
“Oh,” she gasped as the tightness gave way to a firestorm of intense yearnings. Feeling the fullness of his cock in her ass, her body tingled with the need to feel him moving in the tight channel. “Miller, fuck me. Now.” She craved his possession, releasing the wanton woman hidden within her.
His growl indicated that he had heard her loud and clear. But it was his hips that spoke volumes as they pummeled into hers. The slow speed turned into a determined one. Each thrust of his cock into her anus brushed across tender nerves and sent shockwaves to her pussy, which throbbed in response. The slapping of his hips against hers filled the air, competing with the noise from their heavy breathing.
“So. Fucking. Tight. Hell.” Miller said, sounding like his teeth were clenched.
“Please. Miller. I need to come. Fuck me. Harder.”
He obliged and slammed his cock into her ass over and over, crying out—curses, her name, and many other inaudible words. She could barely pay attention to his words as she clung to the bed to keep on her knees, the sheer power of his movements almost flattened her to the mattress.
“Come with me, Cambrie. Come with me now,” he yelled, his words caught on intense gasps.
When his hand reached under their bodies to run a finger over her hard clit, a bolt of fire shot through her pussy to her womb and then to her ass. “Miller! Yes! Yes!”
Her body bucked like a bronco. Her head whipped around, her hair flew everywhere. Behind her, Miller held his body against hers as his cock pulsed deep inside her ass, filling her channel with his hot cum.
“Cambrie!” His lone word echoed his lust.
With her body on fire, Cambrie’s orgasm crashed over her like a runaway train. The sheer force of the orgasm stole her breath and sent her in a spiraling free-fall, floating through bright lights and flashes. Her pussy lips spasmed until she thought she’d pass out.
Each sensation reached her ass where Miller’s cock was buried deep, its thickness rippling against the tightness of the forbidden canal. His fingers gripped her side while the other hand worked its magic over her clit. Slow, steady circles pressed into the aching nub, keeping merciless pressure that fueled the orgasms. Another wave of pleasure tore through her body, stronger than the first and more intense.
“Miller! Oh, God. More.”
It shocked Cambrie how much her body could endure and still want more. Miller’s hands moved from her hips and clit to grasp her breasts, tweaking each nipple between rough fingers. The slight pain fanned her desires more and kept her body humming in a constant state of arousal even as her orgasms slowly died out.
Exhausted, Cambrie sank forward onto the mattress as Miller withdrew his spent cock and stepped off of the bed. Wishing she could catch her breath, she just lay there with closed eyes and focused on easing her heart from its relentless pounding. When a warm, wet cloth rubbed between her ass cheeks, she gasped.
Looking back, she noticed Miller washing her ass and wasn’t ashamed to admit that it felt so good. “What are you doing now, Miller?”
He glanced at her then back at her ass. “Just taking care of my baby. You have the nicest ass, Cambrie. God, you drive me wild.”
He disappeared again before returning a few minutes later. Lifting her up, he pulled the covers down and stripped her lingerie from her body.
“Love the outfit, baby. But would much rather feel your soft skin against me while we sleep,” he whispered before placing her on the bed, shutting off the light, and scooting in beside her.
She really craved sleep. Having her energy level sapped with world-altering sex was the
best sleep medicine she could think of. “Good night, Miller,” she said through a sleepy yawn.
“Night,” he replied, kissing the top of her head and pulling her into his tight embrace. Sleeping with that strong arm wrapped around her, felt like a dream.
She didn’t want it to end if it were.
Chapter Fourteen
Cambrie feared the house was on fire the way Miller bolted from the bed and grabbed the cell phone out of his pants pocket.
“Miller,” he yelled into the phone, ending the shrilling ring.
Cambrie sat up, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Squinting in the light beaming from the nightstand, she read the alarm clock. Two in the morning. Who could be calling Miller at two in the morning?
Oh no!
“Yes, sir,” Miller said, disconnecting. “Sorry, Cambrie. My orders changed. I’ve got to leave now.”
He threw his clothes on while she sat in the middle of the bed, trying to comprehend what she’d just heard. He was leaving right now?
“But, I thought, well, you didn’t need to leave for a few more days,” she wondered, slipping from the bed without a thought for her nakedness.
“That’s the nature of my job. Things can change second to second.”
“Well, where are they sending you?”
His gaze caught hers. “I can’t tell you that.” He rushed from the room.
Cambrie threw on a nightshirt and ran after him. He had his gym bag packed and shoved his arms into his jacket. She didn’t know what to say. Shock settled deep into her bones.
So this is what it was like to have him stolen away in the middle of the night? This abruptness was daunting.
She bit her lip and stayed out of his way as he tightened the laces on his boots and glanced around like he had forgotten something.
“Oh, wait. I almost forgot to give you something,” Cambrie exclaimed and tore through her briefcase.
“Hurry, babe. I need every second to get back to base.” His cool tone didn’t hide the anxiousness in his eyes. When she handed him a bundle of envelopes, he asked, “What are these?”
“Letters from our Teen Readers Group. Read them while you’re away. It’s just part of the pen pal program for the library.”
“Okay,” he shoved them into his bag, gripped her waist, and kissed her with a big smacking sound on her lips. “I’ve got to run. I don’t know when I can call or email. But I promise I will.” He brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “Talk soon, Cam.”
With those few short words, he shut the door behind him, leaving Cambrie stunned at the speed of his departure. Boy, he sure didn’t lie when he said he would have to leave at a moment’s notice.
She placed her hands on her hips and stared at the front door. How dare he leave her with just a quick kiss? Would it have killed him to take an extra second for a decent good-bye?
She hated to think of him being vulnerable on the highways at this late hour, just like her parents twenty years ago. If she focused on being mad at him for leaving so quickly, then she wouldn’t have to worry about his safety.
As she turned back toward her bedroom, a pounding on the door stopped her. She hurried to open it, stepping back to allow Miller’s massive body back in.
“I should be shot leaving like that. I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve just never had to worry about rushing off until now. Come here.” Miller’s chest rose and fell in rapid succession. Outside, his motorcycle roared with life in front of the house.
Cambrie jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, anchoring her body to his. His strong hands gripped her ass and squeezed. God, his touch was addictive. If only she could lock him away in her bedroom. But a man like Miller wouldn’t be happy doing any other job. He said so himself.
Without further hesitation, his lips found hers and his tongue dove deep inside her mouth. She went wild with need, holding his shoulders and battling his tongue for control. She needed to taste him one more time before he left to the unknown. The heat from his body warmed her against the cool breeze coming in from the open door. His heart pounded under her palm when she ran her hand over the tight muscles of his chest.
Moaning into the kiss, pain tore through her knowing this was the last touch of Miller until God knew when. When he broke the kiss, she wanted to cry, but understood he had to get going. At least he had come back for a proper good-bye. She wouldn’t hold him up any further.
She climbed off of him and held the door. “I’ll miss you, Miller, and will look forward to when we can talk again. Be safe.”
“Cambrie.” He appeared to be ready to say more but didn’t.
Her forced smile required every bit of acting skill she had. He walked through the door into the darkness of the night. She couldn’t watch him drive off, so she shut the door and lights and walked to her bedroom, her arms crossed over her breaking heart.
With the roar of the motorcycle fading as he drove away, Cambrie crawled under the covers and refused to cry. Miller would return. He promised.
Holding his pillow to her face, she breathed deeply, lay on it, closed her eyes, and wondered just why her dream had to end so damn soon.
****
With the wind whipping in his face and the hint of the morning sun over the horizon, Miller kept his motorcycle racing back toward Virginia. The trip back would take four hours if he didn’t hit any morning traffic. But if he kept his speed ten miles above the limit then he could possibly shave an hour off that time.
He didn’t want to break the law, but he needed to get back to base. The last thing he needed was to keep his team waiting and then never be granted a leave to visit Cambrie again because he couldn’t get back in a decent amount of time.
Cambrie.
God, he didn’t want to think of that startled look in her wide, brown eyes when he had to haul ass out of there. She looked confused and bewildered and who could blame her after being rudely awakened in the middle of the night to say a hasty good-bye to her lover. How he wished he had the remaining days with her and his mission hadn’t changed. But the job was the job and nothing was ever set in stone.
Damn! He had never been pissed about being called back to base early or having a leave interrupted because he was needed for a mission. Until Cambrie. Now he was angry at having to leave her and her sexy body. This was the first time he ever wanted to be somewhere more than on a mission. What the fuck!
Maybe it was good that he had to leave earlier than planned. It would give him time to think about how Cambrie had such an impact on him. He couldn’t let his emotions for the lovely woman get out of control. She’d made it clear there was no way for her to leave her aunt or Maddyville. And it sure wasn’t possible for him to make the trip back and forth between missions when his team could be activated at any time.
Miller roared down the interstate into Virginia. He was almost home.
A few days of working and chasing bad guys would help him expend some physical energy and get back to his daily regime. Then he’d figure out what to do now that he had found the woman of his dreams but couldn’t have her because they were stuck in two different worlds. She might as well be from anther planet given the distance between them. Fuck!
He revved the engine and concentrated on the road as more vehicles joined him for morning rush hour as he neared Little Creek. His heart felt like someone had reached into his chest and ripped it out. The only reason he knew his heart was still there was the ache every time he thought of Cambrie.
It was going to be hard sleeping without her in his arms or hearing her sexy voice or contagious laugh. Even harder to accept that he didn’t know when he’d see her next.
Visions of her naked body danced in his memories, how pretty her curves were, how supple her skin was, the way she blushed or gasped. She had been a willing lover, trusting him with her body as well as her pleasure and then demanding more.
His cock stirred just thinking of her inquisitive sexual nature and how she had ordered those sex toys for them to use.
What a stroke of luck that he’d found this amazing woman—well, for her to have found him.
He made a mental note to shake Finn’s hand for this one. Even if he’d thought his friend and former commander was busting his balls at first by sending him a pen pal, Miller couldn’t be more pleased with the outcome.
Back in Little Creek, Miller faced a full day with little sleep. Wherever his team was headed, he hoped he could get sleep on the plane without worrying about how Cambrie was holding up. She wasn’t used to the military life and it hadn’t been fair for her to have to experience it first hand so quickly.
Parking the bike in front of his house, Miller stepped off and fought the memory of arriving at Cambrie’s the other day. Now, he just wanted to get back to her.
****
Cambrie rose earlier than usual the next morning, unable to sleep after Miller left. Sipping a cup of coffee, she sat before her laptop wondering what to say in the email she had started for him. He needed to know that she supported him and would be here when he could get back.
Hi Miller, just writing a quick note as I head out to work. Hope your ride home went well and you get some rest soon. Had a wonderful time with you and hope you can visit again soon. We’ll have more fun. Wink! Write when you can, but if I don’t hear from you, I understand you’re working hard to protect us and you’ll get in touch when you can. I won’t lie. I found it very hard to sleep without you in my bed. I’ll keep your side of the bed warm for you. Mwah!
Hugz, Cambrie
She wiped the tears from her eyes, refusing to get upset. He had a job to do just like she did. She’d had a life before Miller Daly and she’d continue to have one no matter how much she missed him. She had learned a long time ago that life managed to go on and stopped for nothing. It wasn’t like she’d never see him again. They’d find a way to get together, even if only for a few stolen days here and there.
At work, the morning dragged on. Cambrie was bummed when no response came from Miller, but she had not really expected one.
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