Instead of changing that now, he stands up again, roughly guiding my mouth back onto his erection. I go willingly, wanting to do what he asks because the desire to come is clouding my mind.
“Touch yourself, Angel. Show me how wet you are from having your mouth so full of me.”
I let out a small whimper, dipping my hand between my legs, then lifting my fingers up to do what he asked. To show him exactly what he wants to see. I could play it off and pretend like my body isn’t screaming for release, or that he’s not thecause of it. But I want to see what will happen if I give in. Just this once.
Wes grabs my wrist, thrusting forward, pushing himself deeper into my throat making me gag, but he pulls back. I gasp for air right before he sucks my fingers into his mouth, licking my arousal from them.
“Fuck, I hope you decide to be good so I can taste more of you again.”
Something about the way he growls the words, or the way he grips my hair, thrusting into my mouth has me seriously concerned about spontaneous combustion.
“Make your pretty little pussy feel good,” he grinds out, and I’m not about to question anything.
I hold onto Wes as he uses my mouth, all while I rub myself. Normally I want the teasing, but not this time. I like the way he’s using me. I don’t know how long he’ll allow me to touch myself and I’m not about to waste it because I need to come more than I need air.
“That’s it, Angel. So good,” he groans.
I moan around him, my orgasm dancing just out of reach. I want more, rougher, harder. I want everything else to fade. The air’s thick with steam as the hot water continues to fall around us. It’s getting harder to breathe, which only makes me chase the release even more.
Wes continues to grind out praises, even as my mind becomes fuzzy. I’m so close, and all I want is to come. My eyes slam closed as I push a single finger into myself at the same time Wes yanksmy hair so tight it burns, and it’s enough to send me over the edge. The bite of pain, pressure from my fingers, the rough way he’s taking my mouth, and the lack of oxygen is what does it.
Wes pulls my mouth off him and I gasp as the orgasm racks through me while I faintly feel warmth hit my chest. When I start to recognize what’s going on around me, I see it’s cum. Wes’s cum. Coating my chest, falling onto my nipples, and the fact that it only makes me want this to continue should probably be a sign that I need to be evaluated.
I look up at him, my knees aching, but I don’t dare to stand up yet because I don’t trust my legs to hold me up. He’s looking down at me with a self satisfied smirk on his face. He looks even bigger from down here, more imposing, almost scary, and hot as fuck.
“See how nice it is when you listen?”
I fight the urge to say something snarky back because the spot between my legs is begging for more. Instead of asking if he can handle going again I say, “Does that mean you’re going to fuck me?”
He lets out a humorless laugh, and I narrow my eyes at him. He moves some of the hair that’s fallen in my eyes away. “You may have been good, Angel, but you haven’t earned that yet.”
Before I’m able to protest, he turns off the water, and leaves the shower while I gape at him. And when I blink, he’s gone.
CHAPTER 15
Wes
Learningto fly was the best part of training for me. It’s nothing like driving a car. Something about being in control of the helicopter as it lifts in the air with the sky like an unpaved road. It’s freeing, and while there should be an element of danger, I don’t feel any of it.
Up in the sky, I’m able to breathe better than I do while my feet are planted firmly on the ground.
It doesn’t matter where we are. The fact that we’re in a war zone, and that danger is around us doesn’t change things. The sky feels different. I’m in control up here.
“Anderson,” Chris says through our headphones, getting my attention. “What’re you looking forward to most when we get out?”
Our tour is over in three months, and I know a lot of the guys are getting antsy since it’s the end of several of their contracts. Many of them, Chris included, have a wife and family to get to. Not me. Which is why I fully intend on signing on for more, though no one knows that yet.
“Some good food from home,” I joke. Chris chuckles, shaking his head while we continue to fly around.
“I’m looking forward to becoming a dad,” he says seriously.
I nod, but can’t say I relate to that feeling. I’ve never been interested in kids. Maybe a wife, but no one I’ve dated has ever made me see a future with them.
This isn’t the first time Chris has brought this up. He’s talked to some of the other guys in our battalion about it, especially those that have pregnant wives and girlfriends back home.
“I know Isla is really hoping for a girl, but I think I want a boy.”
“And I don’t think you get to choose,” I deadpan.
