A frown flitted across her lips.

"I feel all of this, and I haven't even fucked you, yet.

Passion erupted inside of me with those words. My insides were on fire, a smoldering blaze tearing through every inch of me, but not in anger, more like intense desire.

"You don't bring Dalton into this!" she yelled, her eyes darkening.

The look she gave off froze me, thrusting darts in my direction and hitting on every single try at the realization that there was something inside of her for him. Fury seeped in, hating the fact that, in only a week, that skinny jeans wearing twerp was able to break through and find a place within her that I was hoping was reserved only for me.

"Do you think I appreciate the fact that he can walk around, hanging all over you if he so chooses and yet, there isn't a damn thing I can do about it? Are you trying to make me jealous because I can assure you it's working. I don't mind a challenge, but I don't play fair, and he might get hurt in the process."

"You really want to bring jealously into this? Because I'm pretty sure your dates with Castillo qualify."

"I haven't been on a single date with her. Not one."

"Really? Your dinner date at the food court, or how about last night on duty? None of that counts?"

"How did you know about the food court?" Suspicion went off inside of me with the mention of the coincidental meet up.

"How did you know about me being in the barracks room that night?"

"Ruiz," we spit out in unison, both of our faces contorting in disgust as her toxic filled name left our lips.

"That bitch is about to be knocked down a few notches. You just wait."

 I moved around the island to the fridge, pulling out a beer and using my teeth to rip the lid off. I offered it to her which she briskly declined.

 "Now back to this fucking Dalton problem. Are you going to shut him down or am I going to have to squash his hopes of getting in your pants? Because I promise you, it'll be a cold day in hell before he gets to do that while I'm still around."

"You're out of control, you know that?"

"Yes, I do. I've been this way ever since you sauntered out in front of me. Now I'm your problem to deal with. So what's it gonna be?" A crooked smile curved on my lips. I wasn't against getting dirty to keep Dalton away from her, so it was probably in her best interest to let him know before I had to.

"What are you going to do about Castillo?" she countered, effectively throwing the ball back in my court.

Her stubbornness was one of the many things that I loved about her.

"This one sided shit doesn't work for me. You're not getting your cake and eating it too, Alex." The sass in her voice ignited a hunger inside of me that would only be quelled by her touch. I needed her on me, feeling me, caressing me, fucking me.

She was so much more than any other chick I had come across. Her attitude, her confidence, her demeanor...it was so appealing, and her physical attributes just added the icing on the cake. Standing there, looking at her, was beginning to suffocate me. One way or another, I needed to get my hands on her, every part of her.

"There is no need to worry about Castillo, I promise you. But that fucking Dalton, he's poking thorns in my side, and I'm about ready to go ape shit on him." I moved around the island and held her face in my hand. "You better tell him to back the fuck up, or shit is gonna get dirty."

"He doesn't want me, Alex!" she yelled, seemingly frustrated with my demands.

I didn't much care in that moment. As long as he was put in his fucking place, I was fine with it.

I dropped her face from my hand.

"Right, and my dick doesn't punish me every time I get near you and can't do shit about it."

"That's a personal problem," she quickly responded, laughing at my expense.

"I'm being fucking serious. I don't find any humor in it. You know how badly I want to be inside of you, feeling the warmth of you, and yet you keep bullshittin' with that kid."

"He's gay, Alex!" She blurted it out so loud and quickly that I wasn't t sure I had heard her correctly.

My gaze softened as the realization of what she had just said washed over me like a flood. Cooling liquid filled my veins, calming me down almost immediately.

"Now I feel like a horrible friend. He confided that to me. It's been hard for him because of his family, and now the Corps."

Embarrassment hit me like a wrecking ball. I'd just pulled all stops on the asshole train and finally made her spill it, something that she was probably uncomfortable telling me anyway.

"What do you mean the Corps?"

"He doesn't want to be ostracized by the Corps because he's gay. He's a damn good guy, Alex. Don’t do anything to jeopardize his career, please."

I laughed at her insinuation.

"You think I'd do something to him because he's gay?" I held my hands over my heart, feigning hurt. "I might be an asshole, but I don't give a shit who my Marines are fucking. Well, besides you."

Her entire body relaxed with my words. Did I really come off as that big of a dick?

"And furthermore, the days of don't ask don’t tell are over. If he wanted to grab his boyfriend and kiss him right in front of the entire class, there wouldn't be a fucking thing me or anybody else could do about it."

"I just don't feel right letting his secret out--"

"It's safe with me," I interrupted, creeping closer to her.

"Everything is just frustrating the hell out of me. We're still no closer to solving this Ruiz, Castillo, Marine Corps problem, and now I've just spilled the beans on my friend."

"You know what you need? It'll alleviate all of that frustration."

"What?" she asked in a very clipped tone, highly annoyed.

"Me. Inside of you, thrusting your frustrations away," I answered, grabbing my cock and gently shaking it.

"I'm being serious, Alex. Your cock has started most of these problems."

"And it'll help you forget about them." I moved quickly, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder, my other hand pulling her shorts down and smacking her highly delectable ass with just enough sting to make her yelp. Her cry only provoked me. I massaged it just long enough to get to my bedroom and lay her down on my bed. I was ready to tear into her, relieving both of us of the stress that had been consuming us while simultaneously threatening to pull us apart. I was finally about to get my chance to claim her, and I couldn't have been more thrilled about it. 

Chapter 12

Cassie


My clothes were off before I could even speak. Alex wasted no time removing and tossing them on the floor, never once taking his blood boiling gaze off of me. There was something more than lust in his eyes, something that I had yet to see from him. He wasn't the same guy who simply wanted into my pants that night at Coyotes; he was more engaged, more refined.

He sat up on the bed with his knees pressing down on the mattress while licking and sucking his lips as he peered down at me. I swallowed a few times, taking in his impressive form as it hung over me. The large memorial tattoo was on full display, along with two other impressive tattoos on the sides of his torso. On one side hung two dangling dog tags, outfitted with his name and what I presumed to be his date of entry into the Corps. On the other was his rank insignia, three chevrons with two crisscrossed rifles underneath, leaving plenty of room to add to it the further he went in his career.

Honey glazed eyes beamed down on me as I took him in, sparkling with delight at the chance to finally get his fill of me. I wanted him just as badly, if not more. A piercing stab struck my clit as he hovered over me, taunting me with his remarkable body.

"So what should I do to you?" he asked in a hushed tone. "You got kind of loud with me earlier, challenging me, and I don't take that too lightly."

Butterflies broke free in my stomach, making me nervous with the anticipation of whatever was running through his mind.

"I thought you said you liked a challenge."

"Oh, I do. I just have to figure out the best way to show you that you can't win with me. And I have to make it good because you should think twice before ever trying it again."

Just as I was about to speak, he swooped down and grabbed me by my waist, pulling me up towards him and filling his face with my pussy. He inhaled long and hard, before nuzzling his nose at my entrance, moving gently, luxuriating in the feel of it. My eyes shut tightly, my head going back on the pillow while my mouth hung open, basking in the intoxicating feel of him down on my most sensitive area.

Slowly he began to work his tongue on me, licking lightly, following an imaginary trail to my sweet spot. His tongue was so adept at what it was doing; I was near certain that it held a mind of its own. The slow trickle up the outer linings sent my hips swiveling, making him grip me tighter. His fingers dug into my skin, sending pleasurable shockwaves through my lower half with every touch of his moist, corpulent tongue.

As he reached my entrance, his licks turned to sucks, blowing and sucking his way into me, further breaking down my ability to hold fast to some sort of control.

My toes curled as my fingers grabbed and tugged on his bed covers. My grip on the covers tightened the harder he sucked, sending intense moans flying from my mouth, wanting him to end the torture that was building inside of me with each passing second.