Gun Shy(8)
Cum spurted all over his abs, quickly washed away by the cooling water. He grabbed the soap and went on cleaning himself, his back tensing when he heard noise behind him. When he turned around, he saw two members of his platoon, both in the middle of taking their clothes off.
They spotted him, their gazes shrewd but not more than usual. Relaxing now that he knew no one had seen him jerk off in the communal showers, he traded insults with his friends, his world gone back to normal.
* * * *
That evening, Kris was still berating herself. She positively hated her wayward mouth. It’d gotten her into trouble…again! She was so angry at herself she’d decided to bake them a cake. It was a treat but also an apology, a peace offering. She’d been the one to break the rules the night before.
Oh, sure, Drew had started it with his typically male comment, but she shouldn’t have said anything. And certainly nothing like the words she’d uttered, as if she’d needed to remind them she was a woman!
What the hell got into me? she asked herself for the hundredth time that day.
She’d been around men her whole life. Hell, even half the teachers in the school she worked at were men. But never before had she been so…bothered. The two of them had an unexpected effect on her, something she hadn’t planned on at all.
She bit her lip as she bent down to check on the cheesecake through the oven’s door. Maybe she could ask them to wear clothes more often? If she couldn’t see their naked bodies, maybe it’d go away?
Hands landed on her hips.
She squealed and reared up, the sound cut off by a hand slapping over her mouth.
“Shhh, don’t say a word,” a man whispered in her left ear.
She stilled, her heart beating wildly inside her chest. What was going on? Who was he? Was she really going to be attacked in her own home, the one she shared with two SEALs who had every surveillance equipment known to man? Wasn’t that what they’d claimed that first day?
“I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to…to do something. Kick me if you don’t want this, okay?”
Before she could process his words, the hands drew up her front and stopped right below her breasts. She drew in a breath, so startled she couldn’t think. What had he said? Meant, even?
He didn’t give her any more time to consider. She looked down and watched, half-disturbed, half-aroused, as his palms opened and cupped her over her shirt. She frowned. She knew those hands.
He tugged her top down and bared her bra. A growl rang in the chest pressed against her back. The man seemed to approve, and that was really all it took for her to start growing hot.
You’re such a slut, she told herself, but that didn’t make her stop him. Instead, she kept on watching, experiencing, the slow caress of his fingers. They dipped inside the lacy cups and squeezed her nipples into tight peaks.
A moan lodged inside her throat.
The front door banged open somewhere in the distance. The hands slid from her, and just like that the man was gone.
She stared down at herself and reacted quickly, putting herself back to rights just as her two roommates entered the kitchen, smiling and chatting away. She turned around and greeted them, enjoying their banter and their joyous response at having cake for dinner.
All was well in the world. If only she knew why he’d done that…
* * * *
Drew sat at his desk, his eyes riveted to the computer screen in front of him. Headphones on his ears, deaf to the rest of the world, the only time he moved was when he keyed in commands on his touchscreen. Machines whirred around him, dozens of LEDs the only light in the room.
He could have been at HQ, doing the surveillance work he’d been hired for all those years ago. Yet he was in his bedroom, the camera feed he intently stared at not the usual SEAL target.
“Fuck, yeah,” he mumbled, taking it all in. She’d hate him if she knew. Scott too, probably. But he didn’t care. Not when it meant he had access to that type of footage. Live and in stereo, too…
Kristyn lay on her bed, her legs spread wide as she brought a purple vibe to her pussy. Her hips thrust up when the toy made contact, her mouth parting on a little gasp.
His pants were too tight. He quickly unzipped and unbuttoned until his cock was free. He palmed himself with his left hand and hit the zoom key with his right. Congratulating himself on his ambidextrous skills, he turned the volume up on his speakers and leaned back for the show.
On the screen her left hand slowly slid up her stomach and stopped on her breast. One finger, two fingers, teased the rosy bud until it stood proud.
She had large nipples, something he could definitely appreciate. He imagined how they’d feel under his tongue. God, he wanted to suck on them, her cries ringing above his head.