Page 27 of My Forbidden Commander

“Stupid,” I mutter at my own reflection. “Reckless. Stupid.”

As stupid and reckless as the twenty-three-year-old I can’t get out of my damn head. I pace the three feet of open floor I have, fingers dragging through my hair, and my cock does not care about my self-recrimination. If anything, it’s getting harder.

Resigned, I duck into the stall and rip my belt open, shove my slacks down enough to free myself, and groan when my cock springs into my hand.

I want it fast. I want it hard, and I want it over with. I want the ache gone so I can walk back out there and stand in the dark and be a colonel again. But my hand slows down almost against my will, because all I can think about is how light his touch was. How careful. Sensual. From a man who knocks down doors and shoots at moving targets.

I don’t hear him come in.

A body presses against my back, and I know before I’ve even finished flinching that it’s him, because nobody else at Kestrel would dare. And nobody else’s proximity does this to my pulse.

His hands find mine and push them aside, gentle but sure, and then his fingers wrap around my cock with a grip that’s nothing like my own.

“W-what are you doing, Specialist?” It comes out broken. I have never once stuttered in my life, not once, and Noah Reyes took that away from me with one touch.

“Shhh.” His mouth is close to my ear, his breath warm against my neck. “Let me do this for you, sir. I got you.”

I should stop this. I need to stop this. “We can’t. I’m not⁠—”

I stop talking with a hiss when he does something on the upstroke, a twist that makes me see stars.

The list of reasons why we shouldn’t do this is a mile long, all of them sound, and every one of them is enough to end careers and get men reassigned to places colder than this. I’ll stop this, right now, I’ll…

I lean back into him instead, a quiet and unmistakable moan leaving my throat. It’s the sound of surrender.

Nobody has ever touched me like this. I’ve touched myself a thousand times in a thousand dark rooms and never felt anything close to what his hand is doing now—slow, sensual, perfect.

My hips roll forward into his fist, and I know, with a certainty that should terrify me and doesn’t, that I will never be able to give this to myself again. Not like this. Not without him.

“That’s it, Colonel.” His voice drops, rough at the edges. “Just let go. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about making you come.”

I look down with a groan, watching what he’s doing to me with a mixture of shame and arousal. The latrine window lets in just enough light from outside to showcase the contrast between us—his tanned fingers wrapped around my cock, his hand moving in slow, sure strokes that undo decades of discipline one pulse at a time.

Reyes presses against me, and I feel the outline of his erection against my ass, separated only by the thin material of his pants.

“Oh, fuck, Reyes, I⁠—”

I erupt, painting his fingers, his knuckles, and I have never in my life come that hard, not once, not for anyone. My dick pulses in his hand, one, two, six times, and I have to bite my fist so I don’t growl his name loud enough for the entire base to hear.

My chest heaves as he brings me down, still gently massaging my dick with those capable fingers. When I turn around, I find Reyes grinning at me in the dark like he just won a war I didn’t know we were fighting.

He brings his hand to his mouth and licks my cum off his fingers, slowly, one digit at a time, eyes on mine through it all, and I have absolutely no functioning brain cells left to form a single coherent thought.

Then he salutes me.

With the hand he just jerked me off with.

“Good night, sir,” he says, and walks out, leaving me in the latrine, spent, wrecked, and ruined.

14

NOAH

Ican’t believe I just jacked off my commanding officer.

My heart races in my chest as I walk through the base. There’s no way I can sit next to Hayes and Delgado and watch the movie. Not with how suspicious Hayes is about the tension between Gabriel and me. Not while my hand still smells like his cum.

Groaning, I pick up the pace. I need to get somewhere private before I bust. It took everything I had not to come in my pants when Gabriel pressed his ass back against my dick. But he was already spooked, I know he was, and I didn’t want to make it about me. Because that look on his face? I’ve seen it before. It’s the awestruck look a man has when another man touches his dick for the first time, and he realizes what he wasn’t letting himself have.