Quadruple Duty: All or Nothing

“An HH-60. Complete with pilot.”

“A kickass pilot,” Markus added. “You forgot to add that part.”

“We’re going based on inside intel,” Dakota said dismissively. “Two days, max.”

I shook my head at Markus. “Figures you’d have a mole.”

“Fuck you Murphy.”

“No, seriously. It’s so typical that you’d actually—”

“You want your friend back?”

I stopped talking. Markus stared back at me coldly until I finally nodded.

“We’re just waiting on a co-pilot for the Hawk then,” said Dakota. “Once—”

“Co-Pilot’s already here,” said Markus.

Dakota folded his arms. He looked surprised. “Oh yeah? And when did this little development take place?”

“Just now,” Markus grinned, after a short pause. “You’re looking at him.”

Thirty-Eight

SAMMARA

My hand stroked him slowly, top to bottom, from the engorged, perfectly-shaped head all the way to the thick, heated base. Kyle groaned, but I could barely hear him.

And thats because I was kneeling above him, grinding my soaking wet pussy down against his eager, hungry mouth.

“Ohhhhh… God that’s good!”

What started off as a hot, saliva-coated handjob had evolved into Kyle begging me to sit in his face. But I didn’t want to hurt him! He was still in such pain from his leg, all I wanted to do was give him some sweet, sexy relief.

That, plus I just wanted to touch him of course. I missed him just as much as I missed his cock, rolling around in my mouth, pumping up and down through my saliva-coated fist.

He’d begged me to climb onto him. “I have to taste you,” he’d said. “Sammara I need you…”

Of course I’d carefully obliged. And now here I was, my lover’s tongue fluttering its way through my warm folds. My eyes rolling back as it penetrated me deeply… all while trying to concentrate on bringing him off in my hand, or even my mouth…

“I— I don’t want to hurt you!”

I was being extra careful of the bandages, wrapped around his upper thigh. But now my own orgasm was coming. I could feel it starting in that magical place, somewhere deep in my belly. Surging outward. The euphoria of my impending climax, rolling unstoppably through me in every direction…

“Kyle…”

He responded by gripping my thighs. By pulling me downward, even harder onto his face. I was grinding my pelvis downward, hard against his chin. It felt like a thousand Christmas mornings...

“KYLE, I— I can’t…”

His tongue jutted upward, inward, and it all came crashing down. Relief came quickly — a glorious, quivering release of every muscle in my body. I cried out as my brain was flooded with millions of beautiful endorphins, taking me to the very edge of oblivion… and slowly, gradually, back home again.

“Oh my GOD, Kyle…”

My sexy soldier was still lapping away, still devouring me eagerly as I came back down. He knew exactly which spots to avoid. Which areas were too sensitive to the touch, and which still felt absolutely amazing in the hazy dream-like aftermath.

I loved that we’d been together long enough that he knew those things. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to lay against his chest and feel the reassuring strength of his heartbeat and—