C. Brown - Fraternizing

“Come here,” he rasped, pulling me close by my bare ass.

“I need a good cleaning,” I whispered.

“I know. I’m here to do just that.”

 Before another word was spoken, Alex’s tongue was on me, slowly taking in the residual cream. He occasionally took small sucks, clinging to my lips, while making me weak in the knees. I frantically ran my hands over the top of his head, unable to keep them still as it felt like he sucked the life out of me. One of his hands left my ass, the other moved under my shirt, unhooking my bra, then moving to the front and squeezing my breast. His tongue was relentless, diving into me and licking with tenacious fervor. My moans turned to high pitched shrieks, which Alex loved since they wouldn’t be heard by anyone for miles.

He licked faster and sucked harder, moaning how delicious I tasted and how lucky he was to be the man with his mouth on me. My body was tingling from the waist down. I knew my release was close.

“I’m coming, Alex!”

He pulled away, looking up as he pulled a condom on out of his pocket and ripped it open, then pulled his jeans down and slid it on.

“You’re coming with me deep inside of you. Move forward.” There was an exorbitant amount of need in his voice; the lust, the love, all of it had me like putty in his hands.

I moved forward as he stood and moved behind me. I noticed a sticker on his back window that I’d never paid attention to before. It was white with a ram in the middle. If you can’t dodge it, ram it! It was so fitting for Alex; he had that mindset in everything he did, and right now, I was about to be on the receiving end of it.

He took my hands and placed them on the roof of the truck.

“Don’t move those hands or I’ll figure out some way to punish your ass.”

The delicious threat had me contemplating making him act on it, but I obliged, sitting my hands on the top of the truck while he held on to my breasts and worked his way into me. The thickness of his cock and the tightness of my core worked against one another, making me wince and gasp as he dug further and further.

“Being inside of you is such a delicious treat. I don’t think I can ever get enough.”

He went harder, beating into me with enough power and passion to plow me over. Luckily, he was still holding me, but the sensation was much too strong, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached back for him, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him into me.

He stalled, and a deep, dark laugh left him as I pulled him close. “You always have to learn the hard way, don’t you?”

I didn’t know what he meant by that, and I didn’t care. The feeling was much too intense to focus on anything else at the moment. As one hand still lay on the top of the truck, Alex removed my other from his neck and placed it back where he had it. He stepped back, pulling me with him as he kept himself inside.

“Someday, you’ll learn,” he said, pushing my back down as he held firmly to my hips.

He wasn’t moving. We were just there, in the back of the truck, me bent over, him standing while inside of me. Then he pulled out. I was confused. I tried to look back, but he caught my head and turned it back around. The suspense of it all had me on edge, and I was still very close to coming, needing to release before I felt like I would explode. Just as my breathing picked up to a frantic need, Alex’s hand came down, heavy and hard on my ass, making me jump and yelp.

“You can try and scream all you want, Blondie, but I’m about to fuck you hard, and I’ll more than likely take your breath away.”

 He smacked my ass again before thrusting himself back into me and going to work. He kept true to his promise, pounding away as he held onto my hair in a tightly fisted grip. Broken cries came out as I felt Alex reaching a level that stunned my mind, making me briefly open my eyes and come face to face with the ram it sticker. It was almost as if it was meant exclusively for us.

His hand that sat on my hip coursed down in between my legs, his fingers rubbing and tickling my clit. A few seconds of that and I lost it. I finally screamed out his name, coming loud and violently as my body shook from the force of the release.

I was spent.

Done.

Finished.

Only Alex wasn’t, and he continued tearing into my limp body. He finally pulled me upright, moving back to the head of the truck bed and placing my hands back on roof. He grunted a few times before he stilled, one of his hands on my hip, the other holding firm to my chest, just below my neck. His release was long and just as violent, shaking the bed of truck as he groaned obscenities into the warm, nighttime air. Bruno Mars screamed out our climaxes, yelling about hard fucking and such, making me love the song that much more.

We slumped down together, one big, languid mess on the sleeping bags, breathing heavily as feeling finally made its way back into my lower half.

“Well, if this Marine Corps thing doesn’t work out, I know you’ve got other talents and can work elsewhere.”

I hit him, pretending to be offended.

“I’d make a hell of a lot more money, that’s for sure.”

He took my face in his hand, turning me so that his warm, golden eyes met with my green.

“No other motherfucker is ever going to see this prize package the way I do. I’d beat their fucking eyes out.”

For a second, I thought he was serious, but he finally allowed a trace of playfulness to seep into him, making me smile.

“I’m going to miss the fuck out of you,” he said, moving into a more romantic zone.

“Me too. Hurry up and get back so I can have you again.”

“That’s my plan.” He used his teeth and skimmed my bottom lip, then kissed me hard. “You need to lay low while I’m gone.”

“Why? I thought I’d occupy your bed for the weekend. Hang with Riley and Natasha.” The look he gave me didn’t seem like he picked up on my little joke.

“Not fucking funny, Cassie.”

“It was a joke.”

“Keep it that way. I wish I could pack your ass up and take you with me, but since I can’t, you need to lay low and avoid confrontation. Your little friend, Dalton, he’s a loyal one. Either that or well coached because he wouldn’t give up shit. And I threatened to make his last few weeks here an absolute fucking nightmare.”

“There’s nothing to tell, Alex.”

“Right. I know you and Allen have had words, I just don’t know what was said. It’s all good. I’m still digging.”

I sighed. It didn’t seem like he was going to give up on this.

He took his fingers and ran it over my lips and down my chest, stopping in between my breasts.

“Where are the dog tags?”

“Locked up in my wall locker. I didn’t want anyone to see me with them.”

He nodded his head. We lay silent for a few minutes, cuddled up against one another, staring at the stars twinkling millions of miles away.

“Shouldn’t we be getting our orders soon? What happens if we get separated?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“We’ll figure it out and make it work.”

“Is it really that easy?”

“Yes. I haven’t worked this hard to get you just to let you go a few weeks later. It’s not ideal, but if we have to, I’ll fly out wherever you are once a month, and we’ll take turns on holidays. But stop worrying about it. I don’t even want to think about shit like that right now.”

The heaviness of the reality that the Marine Corps could tear us apart in another way weighed down on me, making me feel completely powerless. All of this time we had been worried about our relationship being found out and the Corps destroying it, when the real threat staring us in the face was the likelihood of me being sent away and the distance making our relationship nearly impossible.

 I tried to take his approach and mindset, but the more I thought about it, the more the sadness of it all began to fill me. I tried hard to push it out of my mind for the duration of our night. Alex would be leaving for the next few days, and I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time I had left with him before he had to do so. 

Alex

Stepping onto the plane first thing in the morning, after only two hours or so of sleep, had me craving the headrest. But I wouldn’t have traded my night for anything.

 Cassie meant too much to me, and I knew these next few days would fucking drag without her. I made her picture my screensaver on my phone, her beautiful fucking face, those pouty lips, and emerald green eyes looking seductively into my camera. No one out in Florida would know who she was, so I could have her there, look at it, and not have to hide it in case anyone took a peek.

On the other hand, my mind wouldn’t rest with this bad feeling I had about Allen. No one was really telling me much, but I did find out that she’d had an argument or something with him. I wasn’t fucking stupid. There was more to it than that. The way she froze in the classroom when he approached had me smelling blood. I was ready to attack. The kid rubbed me wrong, and her demeanor solidified things for me. I couldn’t wait to get him out and on his way, and hopefully that wouldn’t include sending him wherever Cassie would be headed.

 When I touched down in Florida, there was a young Lance Corporal waiting there for me. He looked a hell of a lot like Dalton, and as soon as I saw him, Cassie came popping back into my head.

“Welcome to Florida, Sergeant.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you have any bags we need to get?”

“No. I have my bags with me.”