C. Brown - Compromising

“Oh,I’m a liar? How the fuck would I have known to go fishing for information at that tattoo shop? How would I have known who the fuck Pfc. Bennett was? How would I have known about any of this?”

Castillo stood stunned. Looking around the crew, I could tell that the allies she had were slowly leaving her corner. Eyes bulged as heads shook with the realization that she was the mastermind behind my downfall. She had been backed into a corner, and there was no way out.

“What the fuck would you have to gain from this, Vernon?” Jensen asked, stepping away from Castillo.

“She’s a pretty girl with a sweet pussy and a convincing mouth. She gave it up because I did her dirty work, but now she’s ditched me. I couldn’t fucking figure out why until I realized that Alex had somehow won his case, and him and Cassie were on the ropes. I saw that I had been fucking played again, and I wasn’t letting that shit go easily. I’m tired of her shit.”

“You’re such a bitch!” Cassie lashed out.

I quickly threw my arm out and caught her before she could physically assault Castillo. She was still a Marine, and a subordinate at that. There was no way I was about to let her throw everything we had managed to gain down the drain.

“Alex, she was angry. I think we’ve all done dumb shit out of anger,” Jensen said, fueling my rage once again.

Suddenly, Nat lashed out and bitch slapped Castillo. The smack of her hand meeting Leti’s face stunned the room. Sharp gasps and even a bit of awkward laughter filled the room. “I don’t even fucking know you, but you dragged me into this. Fuck you!” she yelled, small but full of rage.

Leti held her face, then turned to go after Nat, but Jensen stepped in front her, effectively cutting her off.

“Fuck you, little girl! You’re a fucking dead girl!” Leti screamed, unable to break free from Jensen’s grasp.

The sight only further pissed me off. “Are you out of your goddamned mind?” I yelled. The party was focused on the spectacle that we had all become, and sadly, I couldn’t care less. “You refuse to see the damage done here. You refuse to see that a friend was willing to destroy me because of her anger. And you still find a fucking way to defend that?”

“I’m not defending her!” Jensen roared back.

“Fuck you! Fuck you, and damn sure fuck you!” I yelled, knife handing Vernon, Jensen, and Castillo. “You all better see your way out before I go fucking ape shit in here and make you wish you had left on your own accord.”

“I don’t know, I’m kind of enjoying—”

I punched Vernon before he could finish his sentence. His smug smile couldn’t be tolerated any longer. Regardless of the fact that he had spilled the beans and confirmed that Castillo had set all of this in motion, he had been all too willing to play the part, and I hated him for it. Probably as much as he already hated me.

My hand throbbed as I connected with his face.

He charged me, throwing me down on the ground and punching me twice in the face. Screams and yells filled the space as I overpowered him and rolled us over, me on top of him as I connected with body blows and a solid punch to the nose. Cassie yelled behind me, trying to get me off of Vernon, but this had built up for far too long. He had an ass whoopin’ coming, and I wasn’t about to relinquish the opportunity.

“Stop, Alex… please stop!” Cassie yelled hysterically.

I looked down to find blood on my hands. Riley and Smith pulled me off Vernon as Newsome helped him up.

“Get these bitches out of my house, right the fuck now. Right now!” I yelled, still raging on pure adrenaline.

“We’ll get them out. Cassie, take him to the room. Now!” Riley barked, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Thanks for the awesome going away present, Vernon. Your face—”

“Shut up, Alex,” Cassie scolded, pushing me back. I passed a very concerned looking Dalton on the way to the room. Cassie slammed the door behind me, then stormed into the bathroom and reemerged with a wet face towel and proceeded to wipe off my hands and face. She didn’t say anything, just wiped furiously, breathing excruciatingly hard.

“What’s the matter with you?” I asked, studying her angry disposition.

“You aren’t really asking me that are you?”

“I just fucking asked, Cassie, so yeah, I am.”

She pushed me, stepping back then throwing her hands into her hair. “You’re out of fucking control, Alex. Why are you so angry? Who cares about Vernon?”

“I care about Vernon!” I roared in response. “I care because that limp dick has done too much shit. Fuck him. And fuck her too!”

Cassie blinked quickly, a puzzling look crossing her face. “Are you still into her?”

I scoffed at the insinuation. It was utterly ridiculous, even in this fit of rage.

“Answer me!”

“No, I’m not!” I yelled, loud enough for the sound of my voice to reverberate off the walls.

“I knew not to tell you what I’d seen last week. You have little to no self-control, Alex. You’re fucking crazy.”

“What the fuck did you see?”

She remained quiet, opting instead to stand with her arms folded over her chest and her eyes trained on me. It was pissing me off all over again, making me think that she was hiding shit from me. The last person I thought I would have to deal with where that was concerned would be Cassie.

“You better tell me right now what you saw,” I ordered, low and firm.

She breathed hard, her chest rising and falling in hurried succession.

“What the fuck did you see, Cassie?”

“Vernon!” she yelled. “Coming out of the gym.”

My eyes narrowed with the realization of what she had just said. That night at the gym, I had gone looking for him and I’d had a feeling that Castillo was hiding shit, but hearing that Cassie saw him and kept quiet pissed me off.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Are you kidding me? Look at you. You’re out of control. You think I wanted to see this on base? It was unnecessary.”

“You don’t get to tell me what’s fucking necessary, Cassie. That motherfucker is the reason that you and I almost lost everything. For what? Because he was getting some dirty pussy. I didn’t do enough to his ass. I’m going to make sure that his ass is gone, and if he isn’t, I’m finishing what I fucking started.”

I bolted for the door, but Cassie caught me, pressing the door shut before I could make it out. “You’re not going out there, Alex. Enough is enough.”

“Oh yeah? And how the fuck do you plan to stop me?”

“You go out there, and I’m fucking done. It’s time to reign you in.”

I turned to look at her, her face set firm in a serious expression.

“I’m done with this shit, Alex. You need to gather yourself. You need to fix yourself. You need to get your mind right before you get on that plane tomorrow. You have a million and one problems waiting on you where you’re going. You don’t need any—”

“Shut up!” I growled, catching her off guard as I rushed her, lifted her off the ground and turned her around, planting her firmly against the wall. I began kissing her roughly, thrashing my tongue around in her mouth as I fisted her hair in my hand. All of the anger brewing inside of me was unleashed on her, rough, passionate and fulfilling. Cassie wanted me to focus my energy elsewhere, and I was about to do just that.

She moaned loudly and and full of passion, gripping my head equally as hard as I held her hair. There was astronomical amounts of anger, love, and desire in that kiss, and I knew then that I had to have her. I had to have more of her. I had to have all of her.

“Alex!” Riley yelled as he banged on the door.

“Go the fuck away, man. I’m feeling murderous right now.”

“Alex—”

“Go away, Riley!”

Cassie pulled my face back to her. She nipped on my ears as I set to work on her beautifully, succulent tits. “I need you,” she whispered.

My cock jolted with the seductive tone of her words. Without hesitation, I lowered her to the ground and hastily undressed her, taking in what I had been without for far too long.

“I’m making up for it all, Blondie,” I whispered, gripping her and holding her against the wall as I lowered myself and buried my face between her legs.

My shorts and thong came off instantaneously. Alex’s ravenous mouth owned me, making me squeal from his overzealous movements. I helped Alex out of his shirt, and the sight of his chiseled chest made me weak in the knees. Before I could do anything else, Alex was fixing me to his shoulders, then standing and holding me against the wall.

“This is my last meal before I head off to that sand pit, and I’m about to devour it,” he whispered, followed by an intense meeting between his decadent lips and those of my pussy.

Sucking…

Licking…

Soothing…

Lapping…

He was talented in this area, making me quiver and ache with need. As close as he was to me, it wasn’t close enough, and the longer he teased me, the more worked up I became. I could feel the onset of my orgasm, primed and ready to burst, claiming and destroying anything lying in its wake. My body went into a state of uncharted euphoria, and I screamed because it hurt, then screamed because it felt so goddamned good that I needed more, but after the feign, the hurt returned and nothing but release would quell the mounting pressure.

Alex focused solely on my clit, and the flick of his tongue was ultimately my undoing. The once tightly held dam burst and exploded in the most violent and pleasurably satisfying way. He held me to the wall as I came, emptying myself and filling Alex with all of the remnants of what he was able to elicit from me. He moaned as he took me in, slurping up every bit of the warm, tantalizing moisture that left my body. He had promised to devour his last meal, and devoured he had.