"Don't give me orders." His grip on my neck releases when our lips connect. Our hands both clawing at clothing with desperation and urgency. God, I want his dick inside me more than I care to breathe right now. How did I turn into this desperate pile of disgrace? I'm like a crack whore waiting for her next hit. I just need this. Right. Fucking. Now.
"On your knees," he tries to order me to position.
"I'm not here to suck dick. I want the real deal."
"Oh. You're gonna get the real fucking deal. You should be worried about how you're gonna stay quiet when I pound that sweet * all night long."
"We don't have all night. I want you out of here before long."
"Look at you. Already trying to get rid of me. Don't you think you should wait until you've had a taste?" He bites my lip as he finishes talking. I watch him. The lights shining through the walls of the tent light us both up enough that I can see his perfect chest. I run my hands over his biceps and slowly down his arms. I've masturbated to the thoughts of this man many times. Having him in my hands is not a let-down by any means. He's perfect. Why does he have to look and feel so fucking perfect? I know him. The real him. He's a pain in my ass every fucking day. I could never do anything more than this right here with him.
We fight too much for that. He fights for leadership, while I fight for approval. I don’t need approval from Harris, he’s always treated me as his equal. There are some who don’t seem to think a woman should be out here, dealing with day-to-day combat. Why I give a fuck, is beyond me.
He wraps his arms around me and fills his hands with my ass, lifting me until my legs are wrapped around his waist.
"Don't even think about sticking that in me without a condom."
"You're really sexy when you talk dirty." He's such a smartass. Why am I doing this again? Because I need dick in my life, that's why. I have built up aggression that I need to work out and he's the perfect candidate for me to take it out on. He won't expect more than this right here.
I slide down his body while he rolls the condom into place, practically salivating at the sight of him. Damn it. All those months of him bragging, and he wasn't really exaggerating. I guess I should be thankful.
"Get back up here. It's hammer time, Sweetheart."
"You really should stop talking." I don't even care that he's annoying me. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and let him begin to slide me onto him.
"Oh shitttttt." He feels so good. In fact, he's the type I’ll have to adjust for. He's gripping my hips and barely sliding the tip of him into me, just as I hear footsteps outside the tent.
"Captain Elliott. Report for duty." Who the hell is that? Who wants to die? Harris stills. His eyes widen.
“Who the hell is that?” he whispers.
"I'm busy right now." My words are a mumble as I pull my hips away from his and roll them forward, trying to get him inside of me. This is pathetic. Damn it.
The sound of the canvas opening shocks me. My heart practically shatters when a bearded man enters. His eyes widen slightly and I swear I see him smirk.
"I can see that, but you will report for duty immediately." His glare is snarky and he’s demanding and arrogant as hell.
Without moving, I close my eyes and curse this man. Curse myself for falling victim to the weak bitch syndrome. I haven't worked my ass off for eight years to be taken down by two dicks in one night.
"I'll be right there." My eyes never leaving his face.
"Captain." He nods at Harris. "I'll see you in the morning." I watch the bearded man, who I can only assume is my new Commander, step outside the tent. I don't hear the sound of footsteps of him leaving, so I'm sure he's standing there making sure I don't take too long. Shit.
I slide down Harris with a new urgency. My * is begging to stay and finish what we started, but my heart and mind can't. I may have just fucked up everything I've worked so hard to do.
My clothes are wrinkled at our feet, so I rush for tomorrow's set, discarding my old ones as I move. Putting everything in place in record time, including my hair, I look at Harris one last time before I exit. My gut tingles thinking of the possibilities of how good he would've been.
He pulls my arm, drawing me close when I try to pass him. "Let me know what happens." His words are a whisper in my ear as he holds me close. Nodding, I leave him standing there half-dressed while I go meet my fate.
I step out into the warm night air to find him facing me. His glare causes instant guilt, and I know I'm in deep shit. I stand at attention and wait for him. Everything I’ve worked my entire life for is going to disappear. And for what? Absolutely nothing.
"Captain Elliott. Follow me." He turns abruptly and walks fast toward the only solid structure in sight. I follow him with a quick step until he closes the door to a back room in the headquarters building.