CHAPTER TWELVE
PAYTON
It’s a miracle alright—twice in one night and double the orgasms, her perfect pussy squeezing my cock dry, but when I wake around one AM, she’s gone.
Bathroom, I conclude, thinking of it no more as I slip back to sleep.
She’s there again come morning, curled into my chest, her hand against it and her leg over mine.
I brush her hair back over her ears, her eyes fluttering open with such density of color I’m speechless.
“Cat got your tongue?” she laughs, voice croaky. She looks almost as tired as I feel.
“I don’t know about the cat, but a certain pussy was privy to it last night.”
She slaps my chest. “You’re incorrigible, you know.”
I pull her closer. “But you love it.”
“Say it again.”
“You love it?”
“No,” she laughs, “the ‘P’ word.”
“Pussy,” I purr, grinding my cock up against the front of her panties. “Say ‘cock.’”
“Cock,” she stammers, instantly blushing.
“Say ‘I want your cock, Payton.’”
Her eyes glint with newfound mischief. “I want your big, hard cock, Payton.”
I roll her underneath me, reaching down to tug her panties away. “And you’re going to get it.”
*
Given our rather audible meeting last night, we’re harassed in the cafeteria. Lacey’s so embarrassed she can barely make eye contact with the others, but I manage to tone them down a little, move the conversation onto something other than our sudden sexual awakening.
I lift a spoonful of scrambled eggs to my mouth. I need all the damn energy I can get after last night. “Where’d you say you’re from again, Hernandez?”
“Bell Gardens, Cali-fucking-fornia,” he replies.
“You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?”
He dips his head. “Well, it has either serving tacos or serving cards in the casino, neither of which are going to save any lives now, are they?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I reply. “I’ve had some damn fine tacos in my time.”
Hernandez’s eyes roll to Lacey. “I bet you have.”
Lacey shakes her head at him. “Are you seriously calling my vagina a taco right now?”
That shuts Hernandez up. “Call it whatever you want—honey pot, pink canoe, potorro. I don’t mind.”
She shrugs. “I’ve always been fond of ‘cock socket’ myself.”
There’s a moment of shock before everyone bursts into laughter.
“You’re full of surprises, Miracle,” says Hernandez, returning to his food.
“And have I got a surprise for you, Hernandez.”
It’s the Captain, who’s somehow materialized from thin air once again. I’m starting to think he’s the Predator. “Guess what it involves?” he continues.
“Ice cream?” offers Jackson.
A malevolent smile cuts across the Captain’s face. “If by ‘ice cream’ you mean ‘stairs,’ you’re one-hundred-percent correct, King. Now, clear up your trays and get your asses over to the Tower. It’s a fine day for ass-kicking.”
We all stand up reluctantly as the Captain drifts off to rouse up the other class members, Hernandez jerking off to his back.
I see Fielding as I get up to clear our trays. He’s sitting with his usual cohort, but he’s not engaged in the conversation. No, he’s looking right at Lacey, looking at her with such intensity I’m expecting lasers to burst from his eyes. I’ve seen that look before—on the field, in bar fights. I’ve seen it and know that nothing good comes from it.
But that doesn’t matter now. Lacey’s mine and I’m not going to let anything happen to her. He wants to try something? Bring it the fuck on.
*
We’re standing outside, the sun directly overhead. I can feel the heat of the quad through my shoes. And, what do you know, the Captain’s smiling. “By now you understand the meaning of respect, how a chain of command works, a hose from an axe, but we’ve got a long way to go, recruits, and it starts today with a twelve-mile run down the road.”
“I thought you said something about stairs?” says Hernandez.
The Captain nods. “I changed my mind… Unless you’d rather do something else, like, I don’t know, run a charged two-and-a-half up and down the Tower all day.”
Cue a collective groan.
That straightens us out. “No, Captain,” we reply.
He cups his ear. “Sorry, I must have turned my hearing aid off. What was that?”
“No, Captain!” we shout back.
The road leading out from Pemberton is arrow-straight—nothing but mindless desert for miles.
I thank god I’ve got Lacey’s ass for entertainment. She even turns around when we’re at the six-mile marker and blows me a kiss, her eyes flicking down to my crotch. I let my eyebrows jump in response.
Hernandez speeds up behind me to speak in my ear. “You’re one lucky motherfucker, Cox.”
“I know.”
The Captain calls for a rest stop. I collapse beside Lacey looking up into a periwinkle sky. “So. Much. Damn. Running.”
She shoves her water bottle into my chest. “What? Can’t handle the heat?”
I lift myself into a sitting position. “Oh, I can handle it. I’ve been handling you pretty well, haven’t I?”
She looks around, sitting on the ground with her knees up.
Her cheeks are red.
She reaches down and pulls the crotch of her running shorts aside.
She’s not wearing anything underneath.
“I’m wet,” she whispers.
I look around, but everyone’s either collapsed, possibly dead, or not paying attention. Given the way she’s facing me, they wouldn’t be able to see anything anyhow.
But what she does next completely blows my mind.
Grinning, one hand holding her shorts aside, she slips a finger into herself, curling it upwards before drawing it back out.
I almost have a fucking heart attack.
I jump when the Captain calls us. “Nelson. Cox. Take the lead. We’re heading back.”
The crotch of her shorts snaps back into position. “Yes, Captain,” she shouts back, still smirking at me.
“You’re a naughty girl,” I tell her, helping her to her feet. I put my lips close to her ear. “But damn that is one beautiful pussy.”
She goes to push me on. “Get running. It’s time I got a little eye candy for once.”
I start to jog away, emphasizing my strides so my ass cheeks bounce. “How’s this?”