Military Man, Page 2

She shrugged. "He does, yeah."

  He felt the familiar rush of adrenaline pump through him, and he knew it was because he wanted to tear whoever the asshole was a new asshole. He reasoned that he didn’t like to see people in a place of authority take advantage of that position. There was no other explanation in his mind for his sudden burst of protectiveness. He was about to say as much when she continued.

  “I work for Branson Lee.”

  “Like the billionaire guy?” He was suitably impressed.

  “Uh huh, well, really I work for his son, Brandt. He has the position of President at the company but none of us can figure out what he really does. He always keeps a legal counsel and a personal assistant on staff. I was supposed to be in charge of the family’s charitable funds. That's the position I interviewed for. That's the position I thought I got but something changed the first week I got there. And voilà, my dream job working for an indulgent brat.” She rolled her eyes.

  He could feel a tick in his jaw that wouldn’t stop. He’d bet his last dollar this jack ass always kept some eye candy lying around his office. He didn’t have to ask whether the personal assistant was attractive. He knew she was and Lycée was gorgeous. He swigged his beer again and tried to get the knots in his stomach to calm down. It shouldn’t matter this much to him that she worked for an ass, but it did. No doubt, money bags got a glimpse of Lycée that first week and suddenly she’s his new legal girl.

  “You should quit.”

  “Maybe, but it’s really good money.” She rolled her eyes again, deep in thought and then shook away the conversation. “Like I said. Let’s keep our secrets. You ready?” She downed her drink.

  His arm wrapped around her waist as he answered, “I was ready awhile ago.”

  “Oh right, let me go to the ladies room, tell Ash.”

  He sniffed her neck and kissed it softly. She melted a little into him and her soft body welding to his was intoxicating. He reluctantly let her peel out of his arms. She felt very right in his arms and seeing her that far away with men swarming her gave him an uncomfortable feeling of possessiveness.

  He found himself moving so that he could watch her get to the bathroom without incident. He even glared at a few guys who took a little too long of a look at her fine ass. What was going on with him? Infatuation, pure and simple. He kept thinking about her long after she had disappeared. Maybe it was subconscious but he could still smell her perfume. He was so deep in his thoughts that he barely heard the two girls behind him until they mentioned what he knew was his scars.

  One said, “just turn his face away while he’s fucking you. I could make believe all night looking at that other side and that body…”

  The other giggled and agreed, “I could turn the lights out. But with a body like that I feel like I’m getting jipped not being able to see it. Maybe I’ll put a bag over his head.”

  His jaw tightened. Girls could be the biggest assholes. It wasn’t the first time his face had turned off the opposite sex. Never mind those scars came from keeping their idiot asses safe back home. He was shifting to walk away and find Lycée when he felt her return. To his surprise her hands ran around his bottom openly until she had circled him and pressed her front to his. She took his hands in hers gliding them down her body to place them on her bottom. Using what he knew she thought was a lot of force, she dragged him down to her mouth. It was heaven the softness of her lips, warm, tasting of vodka and tonic. The tilt of her head to the perfect right amount. His arms wrapped her and she was so petite in them he could have encircled her twice. When his tongue coaxed hers it came out immediately playing hard with his and her arms snaked up around his neck as she gave the softest, happy moan. He broke it then before he threw her across the bar and took her there.

  “Fuck,” he whispered against her lips as their eyes smiled at each other. In a surprise move, she turned his head and touched her tongue so softly to his scared cheek and then kissed it wholly. He drew back astonished and feeling vulnerable by the emotions that simple little gesture meant to him. She must have heard those girls. He had no other explanation for the look in her eyes or that kiss.

  They made it into the cool night air, and it did wonders to clear his muddled brain. It had been a long day at work, and they had some serous shit coming down the way in the next few weeks. That was the best explanation for what was going on with him and this girl. She was a great release.

  “So my place?” She asked with a sly smile and he nodded. “Give me your number and I’ll text you the address,” she said.

  “Why?”

  “How else are you going to get there?” She looked confused.

  “I’ll drive you. You can tell me in the car.”

  “But I have my car here.” The conversation was clearly perplexing her.

  “Ok, we’ll take yours. I’ll Uber back here later.”

  “Why?” Her brow was furrowed deeply.

  “Lycée, it’s dark. This area isn’t exactly safe. Let’s go.”

  She took a moment to consider him in a bemused stare and then shrugged. “Alright, I can drive I guess.”

  He entwined her fingers with his and let her start leading him. The gesture again brought sheer confusion from her. When they got to her car, he pulled her into his arms and overwhelmed her with a kiss to the point that her legs buckled and he had to hold her up. She swallowed hard when he let her up for air, and in a quick move he plucked her keys from her hand and pushed her toward the passenger seat. He had opened the door and she was starting to sit when she broke out of her trance.

  “Wait, this is my car.” She tried to move away.

  He kissed her again. It was going to take a lot to get this girl to do what he wanted her to do. He wasn’t used to that and if he was being honest, he kind of liked that. He kissed her right down to sitting and closed the door and walked around to the driver’s seat.

  “I can drive you know. I only had one drink.” She was giving him a funny look again.

  “That’s ok. I feel safer driving.” He knew that would irk her and laughed when she huffed. So he reached over and took her hand again and rested them on her lap. “Let me drive you. I want to.” And that was the truth. Normally he would have gladly gotten her address and met her there. Escape route planned. But for reasons well out of his grasp of understanding, he didn’t want her driving home alone.

  She smiled finally and bit her lip and said, “then let the fun begin.” She moved her hand out of his and onto his lap. With a quick unbuckle she kneeled over and started kissing his neck and ear and cheek while her hand stroked heavy down the front of his pants.

  “Lycée,” he commanded in a weak voice. “Buckle up.”

  “You do your job and I’ll do mine.” They were at a light and she got him unzipped and her hand deep into his pants. “Hmm, someone wants to come out and play.” She started down the front of him but he stopped her hard and kissed her like she was the last woman on earth.

  “Sit down and buckle up, little girl.” He warned. She laughed at him and he knew that he must sound totally unconvincing. So he changed tactics. “Please, I don’t want you hurt. Or we won’t get to have fun.”

  Something in her eyes softened and she pressed her mouth to his gently letting her lips and tongue linger. His hand came up to cup her neck and he let her set the pace of what was a sweet, tender kiss. The car behind them honked and she moved away. “Ok, I’ll behave.”

  The car ride was deliciously uncomfortable the entire was to her place. They spent it giving each other longing looks and caressing each other from their seats. The tension broke occasionally with humor as he made some wild promises and grand assurances about his skills. When he pulled into her space he sighed hard.

  “Stay there,” he commanded and jumped out quickly to walk around and open her door. He pulled her up into him and covered her body with his. She was the perfect fit for his arms. Their arms and legs were pressing against each other in all the right spots. They needed to get inside quickly
. “Let’s go in,” he whispered against her lips and she nodded her agreement.

  They made it to the elevator before they fell back into each other’s arms. His self control had come to an end and he lifted her easily. She wrapped around him and he was pressing her hard into the wall as his lips tore at hers. The doors opened and he was thankful there was no one waiting.

  “Where?” he asked and she pointed down the hall. Half blinded, because she wouldn’t release his lips, they finally made it to her door. He got it opened and they fell in pulling at each other’s clothes. He pushed aside the halter to find her breast gloriously unbounded by undergarments. It was easy to lift her so that his mouth could suckle deeply. Her gasps were like fuel on his fire, as was the arch of her back as he tugged deeply against her hard nipple. He wanted her skin on his. When he put her down so she could pull his top over his head he tried to get hers off. But there were buttons everywhere so he opted to rip it off her, the sound of the buttons raining to the floor like little pebbles.

  “Hey,” she protested. “I like this shirt.”

  His mouth was back on hers and he could tell from her response she wasn’t that upset. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he promised.

  He got her pants down and she kicked off her shoes so she could slide them off with the rest of her clothes. Lycée naked was glorious – round and soft, feminine but sleek. He had never felt so hard for a girl before. He lifted her again and her soft core, wet and ready against his stomach put him over the edge. He didn’t want to waste time getting to her bedroom so he kicked a few chairs out of the way of her kitchen table and laid her down on it. She unbuckled his pants frantically and pushed them down wanting it as badly as he did. Then she laid back and ran her hands up over her body and breasts and he groaned. Fuck. He was ready to drive home when she stopped him.

  “Condom.” She was breathy and ready.

  “I’m clean, Baby. They test us all the time. You on something?”

  “Unless they test you daily. Condom,” she ordered. He would have found her funny, normally, but it bothered him that she thought so little of him that he might have something. She seemed to see that because she said, “hey, I’m not the one who said they could line girls up from here to San Fran who could vouch for your fun-ness.”

  “You said you were fun too.” He countered.

  “Yeah, well, I was bluffing,” she blushed. Mystery solved, she did blush all over her body and it was beautiful.

  He covered her with his body loving the warmth of their skin together, his arms encircling her naked flesh and pressing her into him. He was happy that she had been bluffing. He didn’t like to think about her with anyone but him. “Good. I’ll get a condom.” When he was sheathed he positioned himself and ask, “ready?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He lifted her hips up and drove in hard. She arched and cried out in surprise of the force. She was slick and tight around him. He filled her completely he could tell and the arch of her back as he stroked in and out was erotic. Her breasts were so round and full - and not fake, bonus. He kept one arm around her waist as he drove in and out but let his other palm and tweak her breasts and nipples. She was gasping hard and he couldn’t hold it any longer. He let his free hand come down to massage the little round peak of her apex. She bucked against him and he sped up his motion drilling harder and harder until she cried out loudly and thank god only moments before he let go. He collapsed over her their mouths fusing together between their chuckles

  “Good start,” he pressed his softening shaft into her once more before he couldn’t.

  “Very,” she breathed.

  He slipped out of her and lifted her up in his arms, newlywed style. With a turn, he determined the only direction that her bedroom could be in. She was kissing his neck and cheek softly as he walked her there.

  “What’s your name?” She whispered in his ear and the hairs all over his body raised.

  “Ork,” he laughed knowing what she really wanted.

  She turned his head to her and planted her lips on his. He stopped walking because he couldn’t see or think with her tongue so softly in his mouth. “No, your real name,” she whispered hotly in his ear. “For when I’m screaming it later.”

  His arms tightened around her so much she whimpered. Forces beyond his control had him answering truthfully. “Aaron.”

  “Hmm,” she turned his mouth to hers again as he was setting her on the bed. “Good name.” She leaned back and tried to pull him down on her.

  “Give me a second,” he said and started toward her bathroom. “Stay there. I’m not finished with you yet.” When he came out she was stretched all long, smiling at the ceiling. Her eyes shifted to him and widened at his approach. Basically the sight of her naked on her bed was enough to get him hard again. He grabbed up his belt on the way to her with a smile at her widening eyes. He started from her feet running the tough leather along the length of her body over her breast to her arms taking them with his hands over her head. When she was stretched out he tied a masterful knot around her wrists with his belt handcuffing them together.

  She tried to pull them apart but couldn’t and smiled, “impressive.”

  “One of the perks of my job,” he assured her. She bit her smile and looked away shaking her head. He liked knocking her off balance. “You have any condoms? I only had that one.”

  “I thought you boy scouts were always prepared?”

  He pressed his knee between her legs hard and she arched a little. She looked unbelievable, long and svelte bathed in the soft lamp light. “Who said I was a boy scout?”

  “In the nightstand drawer,” she said clearly finished with the flirtatious talk.

  He opened the drawer to be greeted by an unexpected item. Hello there, he thought. Then turned his attention to her. “What’s this?” He started to reach for it and she gasped swung her arms down and grabbed his wrist.

  “No don’t,” she was laughing and embarrassed. He loved to see her smile. It lit up her face.

  “Oh I have to,” he assured her pulling it out and holding it up. She blushed ten shades of red, all over her body and the heat of her blush went right to his shaft. He was harder than titanium. He clicked one of the switches on the impressive item and part of it started to vibrate. He raised an eyebrow. “This looks fun.”

  She cracked up, “stop. Put it up.”

  “Not yet,” he assured her, grabbing the box of condoms out of the drawer and then settling next to her, half on her, half off. “Why do you have this?”

  She gave him an exasperated look. “Because unlike you I exercise a little discretion. And in my limited experience, it tends to be better in bed than anyone I could bring home.”

  He ran the vibrating part down her stomach and to her sensitive area. She bit her lip and shifted into him with a look that brought his blood pulsing. “Not better than me,” he said her against her lips letting his tongue lead the charge in that kiss.

  “No,” she agreed after he let her up for air. She was writhing under the vibrating and he was curious what else this thing did so he flipped the other switch and it started to rotate in a circular motion. So he positioned it like it needed to be and pressed a little into her. She let out a desperate breath.

  “Like this,” he asked with a devilish smile and pressed it in a little more. She nodded and then gasped when he went the entire way. “Does it feel good?”

  “Yes,” She breathed.

  He pushed her hands back over her head and lowered his head to her breasts. Between his mouth and the little magic item, she was writhing within seconds. He let it go a little before pulling it out. She protested loudly.

  “What?” She looked frustrated.

  “It’s having all the fun,” he assured her as he put a condom on. In a flash he settled between her legs and pressed in hard. She started to bring her hands down but he held them over her head. “Keep them there,” he demanded. Then he used his knees to spread her legs as far as possi
ble before driving in hard again. Fuuuuck, she was crazy flexible. Extra bonus points.

  “Oh my God,” she cried. “God you fill me.”

  He smiled. Something about her happiness, the ecstasy that she expressed with him, made him want to show her more, get a bigger, more satisfied, reaction from her. “Stay with me, Baby. I’m not finished yet.”

  He started deep and hard and built until he was holding her legs down and driving in with her body bouncing under him. Her gasps became ecstatic cries and eventually a loud scream as she spoke, “Aaron!”

  “That’s it, Baby. Like that.” He assured her as he lifted her hips and began his drive to completion. She was starting to moan again when he couldn’t hold back and let go. He fell on top of her heavy and her arms came down to circle his neck. Her legs were wrapped around him tightly.

  “Whoa,” she laughed softly kissing his cheek and neck.

  “Seriously,” he agreed, turning to kiss her fully on the mouth. “I don’t ever want to move.” And he didn’t. If he could fall asleep like that he would. This was not normal thinking for him. Eventually he did move and clean up and then gather her in close for some heavy kissing and touching.

  She yawned and then apologized. “Sorry. I think you have me in my happy, contented place. Now I want to sleep.”

  “Go to sleep.”

  She gave a little start like she wanted to sit up but he held her close. “Are you leaving?”

  “Not yet,” he assured her. There wasn’t an emergency big enough to tear him out of that bed that night. “Middle of the night sex is the best kind.”

  She settled her head and closed her eyes under the caress he was giving to her hair. He liked how much she liked his touch. “Ok, good. Wake me when you’re ready.”

  In the end she woke him by getting out of bed to go to the bathroom. When she crawled back in he tucked her hips into his hips and penetrated her without much preamble. Her head fell back onto his shoulders then he rolled so she was on top. His fingers working their magic on the little sensitive mound between her legs. His other hand was palming her breasts deeply. Her body snaked along his with each thrust. Those long arms slid around his neck as she arched. Her hair was this soft bouquet tumbling around him.