Payback

She shoves me back, climbing on top of me.

Feisty, I like that.

Her hands grip my jeans and she pulls, taking my boxer briefs down with them. Leaving my jeans on the floor, she crawls her way back up my legs. She kisses up my thigh, trailing her soft, full lips across my skin, all the way up to my hip bones and across my stomach… then lower.

Lower.

Lower.

I can’t decide if I need to hold my breath or let it rapidly barrel out of my lungs. She sits back on her heels and gazes down at me. I wish I could read her mind. I’d pay anything to know what she’s thinking right now. Her hand replaces her lips, running along my chest, my abs. My breath catches when her hand reaches the short stubble of hair on my groin.

She reaches out and gently, almost reverently, runs her finger down the backside of my cock. It jumps the moment her cool skin touches it, and she laughs, low and sexy. Wrapping her hand around me, she pulls, stroking up and down.

My eyes slam shut as a tense groan of painful pleasure escapes me. She slows her rhythmic pumping just before I feel her breath puffing out against me. Her tongue slips out between her sexy lips and circles the head of my dick. I force my eyes open to see if this real. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

She glances up at me from under her lashes, watching my expression. She licks the head, leaving a trail of spit on it. My cock jumps again before she slides her mouth down, sucking me into her warm mouth. I feel her tongue still circling my dick, popping against the head of it each time she rises, before lowering herself back down again.

Her hand wraps around me, stroking along in tune with her mouth. I feel my orgasm building in the base of my cock. My hands grip the sheets tightly. Sweat beads on my brow.

Her ass is poking up in the air, wiggling a little bit. I watch for a minute, imagining pounding into her hard and fast from behind. She moans, taking more of me. There’s no way she can swallow all of it. No one ever has. It doesn’t stop her from trying, though. I can feel the back of her throat when she drops down and I can’t take another second. I feel the orgasm start deep inside of me, racing through my veins.

My cock hardens even more.

I try to pull her off, not wanting to fill her mouth with my seed, but she keeps going. Sucking harder and stroking me faster and faster, her tongue licking the head over and over.

The first wave crashes over me. My cock pulses and my cum shoots out, coating the back of her throat. She moans and swallows a mouthful before sucking more of me down again. I pulse again and again, filling her mouth with my hot seed. My body shudders, and I lay there, stupefied. Never in my life have I had a blow job like that. I can't move. My heart is pounding in my chest at an alarming rate.

She licks the head one more time before kissing her way up my chest to my neck, my cheek, and my lips. I capture her, flipping her over on the bed below me. My cock is already stirring, ready to slide deep inside her silken folds.

“Mmmm, so sweet,” I say, kissing along her neck to the hollow spot at the shoulder.

My lips never leave hers while I slide into her. Slow inch by slow, agonizing inch. She stretches around me, her sweet juices coating me, making it easier for me fit within her tight pussy. Her legs wrap around my waist, crossing my back, pulling me farther inside. I can't wait another second.

I pull out until just the head is resting right inside of her, and then taking a breath, I slam into her… hard. She cries out. Not in pain, but in ecstasy, pure fucking ecstasy. Her nails scrape at my back as I pull in and out, slamming into her over and over. I feel her getting closer. She tightens around me, pulling me into her, demanding that I give her all of me, like I have a fucking choice. She is my master, and I, her willing servant.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her cries fill the room, and then she shatters around me, pulling me over the edge with her.

“Oh fuck,” I grind out as my seed fills her, shooting into the deepest, darkest crevices of her womb. I fall over on top of her, spent.

“Jett, hell man, wake up!”

I jostle awake, realizing that once again, it was just a dream. A fucking good one, but it was fantasy. She’s not here. She shouldn’t be.

I’m in hell.

“What?! Man, I was just dozing.”

“Sure you were, dreaming of that sweet ass again. What’s her name?”

I sit up on my cot as my dusty boots hit the hard ground. “None of your damn business. Now what the hell do you want? I’m not on duty for another hour.”

“Captain says we need to check out an abandoned building with the platoon. They think some assholes are hiding there. Gear up.”

I rub my eyes again. There are no nights here, no days either. Just death. If the bodies don’t give you nightmares, nothing will. So instead, I look at my picture of Cami every time, right before I shut my eyes. That way, at least some of the time I can trick my body into seeing her, thinking about those round breasts and that perfectly shaped ass.

But she’s gone now. Just like everything else in my life. I let it all go to enlist. To get revenge for my brother.

Jackson died in the field, torn to pieces by one of those damn makeshift bombs. I’ll kill every last one of them. I have to.