FOUR
Lust is one of the most dangerous things my mind can play with knowing the truth of what’s concealed underneath her clothes.
~ Styx Fuller
Savannah in barely-there workout clothes is causing havoc in my sex-crazed head with all the new and difficult positions I want to fuck her in. Her graceful movements as she spreads her legs wide and raises that plump ass staring me in the face. Blood flows freely to the muscle apex of my thighs. The spandex I’m wearing under my gym shorts is strangling the life out of me, but it’s serving a purpose, concealing the predicament she’s caused. She stretches fingertips upwards and glances in my direction with a smirk. She knows. Little tease. She moves closer to Ella and lifts a free weight and lunges.
Two can play that game.
I return the favor. Blondie watches as I bench press the heavy barbell up and lock my elbows. Straining, I count to ten and slowly lower the bar to its resting place. The clanking noise it makes is loud in the small makeshift gym. There aren’t many military personnel in here at this time of day. I glance in her direction to ensure she’s following me. I move to the bicep curl station, straddle the bench, and begin a set of fifty reps with my squat face engaged. Tiny drops of sweat bead down my jaw. I use a towel to get rid of it and notice Savannah’s gaze is glued to my happy trail.
Even at this distance, I can see the smoldering desire in her green eyes, observing me change positions and flex. I hadn’t given it a second notion; something so simple would have her panties soaking wet and bothered. And when she licks her bottom lip and bites down, my gut tightens as my dick comes to life. It takes years of self-discipline to shut down the raging hard-on she’s causing.
Her movements are lithe, provocative. Bending low, squeezing her rack together, the sway of her hips as she nonchalantly walks to the next machine. She’s my wet dream come to life.
We’re both tempting the other. My mind’s racing with new ideas to entice the siren.
Savannah’s watching abruptly ends when the first tear falls from her friend, Ella. She snaps back to reality, hugging the smaller woman. Is it wrong to wish it were me she is comforting? In the eyes of the military, we can’t be together anyway.
I continue to keep an eye on them, monitoring their situation until she resumes her workout. Her animated movements have me smiling. The woman loves to talk with her hands. When hers land on her hips, I wait for her next action. Ella and her are nose to nose, and they seem to be in a heated conversation based solely on their body language.
“You’re gonna bore a hole in her ass the size of California if you keep ogling at it like that,” Johnny casually taunts.
“If you know what’s good for you, you better not be looking at her ass, or you and I are gonna have problems, Animal,” I growl under my breath.
“Ah, hell. That’d be a negative, so put the green-eyed monster back in the box, bro. You know my bat swings for the other team, has been for many years,” Johnny mentions and continues his reps.
“I don’t give a fuck what team you’re playing on. Just keep your damn eyes off her ass. There’s something different about her.” The idea of someone else looking at her doesn’t sit well with me.
“Relax before you explode. I get that you’re into her. What’s not to like?”
“She’s the whole package. A ball-of-spitfire woman who’s not afraid to live. And I just can’t get enough.”
“Is that your dick talking?”
“For the time being. The lives we live ain’t cut out for anything else.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. None of us have crossed over that bridge yet. Hell, if Grayson has his way,”—he nods in Ella’s direction—“he’ll be married with babies within the year. Same thing could happen for you.”
“I’m not looking for forever. She’s just a good fuck. Besides, she told me she can’t have kids.”
“Now who’s being stupid?” he asks with a quirky grin.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“That kind of woman”—he glances at Savannah—“wants acceptance from an equal partner. A man to acknowledge the real woman deep inside of her. She’s not gonna take any shit. You’ve caught the tiger by the tail, brother. Are you gonna let it go or tame it?”
“I’m not gonna let her go anywhere until we play this out—gonna tame her.”
When Ella hugs her and leaves, Johnny gives me a nod and trails behind her.
Gathering my shirt, I wipe the sweat off the back of my neck and leave without looking back. I need her to chase me. I want to know she craves me as much as I do her. Rounding the corner, I stop and lean against the building to wait. Sure enough, a few minutes later she’s running full steam ahead. She yelps and tenses when I reach out from my hiding place and pull her to me, edging us into the shadows of the night.
“Where you running to so fast, blondie? Looking for somebody?” I whisper and nip her earlobe.
Her body melts into mine, and the sweet aroma of honeysuckles tantalizes me. Soft curves against the hard planes of my body have me revving to go. I pepper light kisses along the curve of her hairline. She whimpers when my teeth connect with the flesh of her shoulder blade. Little goose pimples appear on her bare arms. The racing of her heartbeat under my palm has me aching to feel her tightly wrapped around my neglected dick.
“I didn’t have a particular destination in mind, stud. Ya got any suggestions? Your place—my place? Heaven? Right here?”
“Fuck, baby doll. I’m warning you, my thoughts for you are dangerous and definitely not pure.”
She moans and rubs against me, a sexy little tigress trying to scratch an itch. I’m on a search-and-conquer mission. My fingers trail the path between the edge of the elastic band downward to her plump clit. The tip of my middle finger dips into her damp cunt only to quickly return to torture her juicy nub into a frenzy.
“Need you, unreserved, unrestrained—wild for me. I’m going to brand you from the inside out. You feel me? Say it, blondie. Need your words.”
“You can’t take what’s freely given, Styx. You want me. You got me—take me,” Savannah declares in a sassy tone.
A fierce growl releases from somewhere deep inside me. I plunge fingers deep inside her, working her body in a slow and steady rhythm. The beat of my heart is pounding in my head. I want her so badly I don’t want to wait. Her hands clasp onto my pecs as her hips rise and fall, sucking my fingers into her fiery depths. Liquid heat coats me. She works my pants down enough to free my tortured dick from its prison. My thumb is furiously working her clit as her cunt strangles my fingers. I hook my fingers just right, finding that special spot, and a muffled cry shakes her body as the climax rushes through her.
My engorged cock is heavy with need from the hellion I’m pleasuring securely in my arms. A strong gnawing hunger builds, and I find myself twisting us around. I place her clammy palms flat on the wall and rip her pants down the length of her body. When I nudge her with my foot, she willingly spreads her legs, silently obeying my dominant gesture. The hot wires in my brain overload when her soft, heated skin presses against mine.
“Savannah, you fit me—every square inch of you. The way your shoulders curl into my chest for you to rest your head on, so I can stare into your eyes to see your pleasure. So beautiful. Your ass nestles my cock like it was handcrafted just for me.”
My fingers are working her sensitive clit into a carnal wildness. Her juices cover my fingertips. The strong pounding from the muscle between my legs transforms into a combustion of raw pleasure that borderlines my pain threshold. My body craves her touch, but my mind is enjoying the foreplay.
“I’m gonna pound this pretty little pussy good and hard. Gonna make you scream from ecstasy. Wanna know why?”
“Ah ya?”
“‘Cause it’s mine. I own it.”
I position myself at her opening, teasing us both as I lubricate my dick with her juices.
“Styx.”
“Yeah, baby? You feel that?”
“Mmm hmmm. I’m feeling ya, stud. Every hard inch of ya.”
“Anyone could walk around and see what we are doing. You worried?”
“It’s crazy, yeah? But I want you too much to care.”
The insatiable longing for her has me throwing caution to the wind. With one deep thrust, I drive into her, covering her gaping mouth with mine. She’s a screamer. The slight prickling at the base of my spine has me pulling back only to thrust deeply back into her welcoming warmth.
“Shh, woman. Try to remember we don’t want an audience.”
“Can’t promise,” she pants, pushing back to impale herself even more.
The softness of her flesh in the palms of my hands is driving me mad.
“You want more, don’t ya, blondie?”
“Harder. Fuck, Styx. Faster. It’s not enough. More.”
“You’re a demanding woman,” I grunt, moving in and out at a faster pace. Her moaning increases.
“The inside of your pussy feels like heaven,” I say under my breath as she clamps down firmer on me. “I’m close. You?”
“God, yes. So close.”
I lower my hand and find her plump nub. Her breath hitches when I tap it in rhythm to my driving thrusts. Something about her turns me into a wild beast, and I have no control over my actions.
“Right there. Yes. Don’t stop.”
I grunt. The increase in pleasure from her quivering, tight muscles kicks off a chain reaction. She makes me want forever.
“Come with me, Savannah.”
Her body stiffens under me and her sweet little pussy clenches my dick so hard I see black spots. I drive once more into her and still. I’m huffing and panting like I just finished running a marathon. My knees are weak and I’m bracing myself with my arm against the building to hold us both up. Body sated.
“You’re killing me, baby. Not sure, but I can’t imagine it getting any better.”
She chuckles and glances back my way.
“Fucking gorgeous.” I caress her jaw as we stare. “Better get dressed.”
“Yeah. If I can move.” She smiles.
She pulls her clothes on quickly, looking around. I can’t explain what’s gotten into me. It was foolish and reckless to engage in sex out in the open. She’s an officer and I’m enlisted. Those two don’t mix. But all thoughts of right and wrong are out the door when I’m near her. I would sell my soul to the devil to hear her scream my name out one more time. I’m addicted to her taste, her touch. The intense feeling of belonging.
It’s time to tap the fuck out. Reevaluate things. If I’m not careful, she’ll be pulling me around by the balls. That woman has the potential to be my million-dollar baby.