Casualties of Love (10 page)

“We shouldn’t,” she said.

“So what,” he replied as he licked her lips. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth before letting it slip between his teeth.

“Tyson,” she said. She sounded grieved, so he let up.

“Ok, listen. Just stay.” He pulled her to him and wrapped her in his arms. His chin rested atop her shoulder. “Stay and spend the night me. No sex, if you don’t want to, but, don’t go.”

“Are you sure?” Her arms had circled his middle. Her hands were pressed flat against his broad back, and he knew she was yielding. Tyson kissed the side of her neck and then moved to press a kiss to her mouth.

“Yes. Stay.”

******

Jessica lay beside Tyson, with her head on his shoulder and a hand under his shirt. It was hard to resist stroking the warm, taut skin beneath her fingertips, but he was asleep and she didn’t want to disturb him. The pain meds had made him drowsy, and Tyson had drifted into a peaceful rest several minutes earlier. After they had left his bathroom, he had turned out the light and led her to his bed. She’d been hesitant as he’d pulled her down next to him. But he’d only held her while they talked.

He had told her about his life since the academy. He had told her about when he’d earned his Captain’s bars. He had talked about his life in Fort Bragg and how he’d grown to like it there. It wasn’t as close to his family as he’d like to be, but they got to visit often when he wasn’t deployed.             

They talked about their respective tours and some of the things they’d seen. Tyson caught her up on some of their friends from the Academy. He didn’t see many of them, but talked to her about his former roommate and his family. She told him she had kept in touch with her roommate. He’d been surprised, saying he’d asked the girl about Jessica a number of times in the first year after they had broken up. He let it go, though, without many more questions. She assumed he didn’t want to stir up any of the issues they seemed to have mutually decided to bury for the time being.

She wanted him so badly that it was painful. There was literally an ache between her thighs, a physical ache, that she knew would only be assuaged by having his hardness inside of her. What made it worse was that Jessica knew he wanted the same thing. He’d shifted beside her earlier for a kiss. It was carnal and lusty, and Jessica had felt his rigid flesh against her hip. They’d had to focus to slow down and hold to the “no sex” agreement. She knew it was by her doing; he’d have willingly taken her. But, she truly did think it was a bad idea.

Jessica feared Tyson’s reaction to her secrets. He might never want to lay eyes on her again when he found out what she’d done, much less be intimate with her. She figured he deserved to know the truth before he decided whether he wanted to sleep with her. She wanted the sex; man, did she want it. But she didn’t want him to regret not knowing the truth before he followed through.

With a sigh, Jessica gingerly moved up on Tyson’s side. She tucked her head between his chin and his shoulder just like she use to so long ago. With a smile, she noted that they still fit together like lock and key. After a quick kiss just under his jaw, she yawned and allowed her breathing to match his as she drifted into sleep.

Chapter 7

Tyson woke up in the middle of the night to Jessica’s soft whimpers. She was on her side, facing him. Her head was next to his shoulder. He turned gingerly, in deference to his thigh, and gathered her close.

“Shh. Jess, it’s ok.” He stroked her side and her back. He could feel the slight trembles moving through her and tried for soothing tones. “Hey, it’s ok.”

She whispered his name and snuggled in as close as she could get. He asked her to tell him what was wrong, what had set off her fears and tears. She told him about what shed seen in the field earlier, before she’d come back to the infirmary to check in with him.

“The children, the little ones. They get hurt and I see them in my dreams. I...” she broke off from her whisper-soft admission and Tyson understood.

It was one of the hardest parts of their jobs – seeing the innocent get hurt day by day. Whether they were young or old, civilian or military, watching people die in war was tough. But, it was especially hard to watch children cut down by the violence.

“Ah, baby, I’m sorry,” he said against her temple and squeezed her tight. He pressed a kiss to her head and Jessica turned her face up to receive another. Tyson pressed his lips to hers and she sighed into him.

He couldn’t help taking a little more even as his goal was only to comfort and calm her. She was so soft and he was so flipping horny. She let him inside and he made love to her mouth. Her hands roamed his back and he groaned as she slipped them beneath his shirt. The path her fingers traced over his skin was like fire that traveled straight to his groin.

He released her mouth to kiss away the tears that had trailed down her cheeks. Tyson then moved his lips along the line of her jaw and down her neck. He shifted down in the bed to place his face into her neck. Jessica wrapped her arms around him and raked her blunt nails across the nape of his neck. Tyson didn’t know if it was instinctive or purposeful, but it was something he loved and it only served to turn him on the more. His hand went to the back of her leg and pulled it up and over his waist. Wedging his thigh between her spread legs put his hard arousal next to her core. The heat of her scorched him in the most delicious way. His dick twitched in response, and Tyson caught himself before he rolled Jessica completely onto her back.

He tried to pull away, but she was clinging to him. One of her hands was now down the back of his shorts.

“Jess, we have to slow down. I can’t take this. If you think this is a bad idea, if you want to stop, we need to stop now.” She didn’t immediately respond. “Jessica, baby, we gotta...” Tyson’s warning was interrupted by the groan that rumbled from his throat when she gripped his ass. He rolled in the bed with her, taking her under him.

Jessica appeared to slowly come out of the lustful haze they’d been engulfed in. She looked up at him. Her eyes were glazed over. Her lips were puffy and wet from his kisses. Tyson shook his head and gave in to the urge to kiss her again. He pulled away before he got too carried away.

“Make love to me,” she said against his lips. His body responded instantly, but his brain needed to make sure she was ready.

“Jess, are you sure. You didn’t want...”
              “Now, I want,” she interrupted. “Make love to me, Tyson. I don’t care if it’s a bad idea either. I need you.”

His response was another kiss. He changed positions so that she was draped over him. She levered up and he helped her pull off her shirt and remove her bra. They did the same for his shirt. When she lay against him, bare chest to bare chest, they both groaned. His mouth clamped onto hers and his hands immediately went down the back of her sweats. He was pushing them down so that he could grip the cheeks of her rear. She had such a lovely ass. It filled his hands; flesh spilling over the sides of his fingers and palms. He pulled her tight against his erection and Jessica moaned into his mouth. She tore her mouth away and ordered him to get naked.

Tyson was more than happy to comply. They separated just long enough to discard the rest of their garments and came back together in a flash. Jessica positioned herself over him, but before she lowered herself, Tyson reached out to touch her sex. Her center was moist and so warm. It was weeping for him and the knowledge of it made his cock thump. He played in the moisture, raking his thumb over her clit and slipping his thick fingers inside of her. She whimpered and begged him to let her take him in. He made her wait.

Tyson gripped her right hip with one hand and used the other to play along the line of her sweet, wet secret. He traced the edges, teasing her and ramping up her need. With his middle finger, he flicked her clit repeatedly, until she was trying to press herself into his hand. Tyson gave in to her mewls and took his cock in his hand to rub it along her distended clit and then her satiny slick passage. As soon as he was in position, Jessica began to descend.

Taking her time, she sank down on him. Slowly, so slowly, he watched as inch by inch her body swallowed him. She was tight. So snug, and it felt amazing. Tyson focused on the sensation and let out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding until he had completely disappeared inside of her.

******

Jessica was in heaven, or close enough to any heaven that she was likely to experience on Earth. Having Tyson deep within her pulsating sex was bliss. It was sheer, exquisite, crotch-melting bliss. She moaned, not able to hold back the sound as pleasure rocketed through her body. She wanted to move so badly, but needed to make sure Tyson was ok. She didn’t want to cause him any more injury. So, she held herself still and turned her head slightly to check on his bandaged thigh.

              “Jess, I’m fine. Stop worrying and give me what I need.” He flexed below her causing need to shoot up her spine. “Give me what I need, Jess.”

              His words pushed heat through her already burning body. Jessica leaned forward and put her hands on either side of his head. She put her mouth to his for a kiss so wet and hot that is caused her sex to clench. Then, she started a slow journey of rise and fall and rise again as she rode him. Tyson was so hard inside her, so thick and long. He filled her to the very deepest parts and it took everything she had to keep with the slow pace. She had the urge to ride him with abandon, but wanted it to last.

              “Baby, it’s so good,” he said.  She loved that he’d called her “baby” again. Even if he didn’t realize it, it brought her extreme joy. “Damn, you’re so tight,” he said. “So tight and wet for me, yeah?” Their faces were so close together that his lips lightly brushed hers as he spoke.

              “Yes,” she told him. Only for him. Always just for him. “You feel so good inside me. I can’t get enough.” She kissed him softly. She put her hands on the sides of his face. His hands went to her hips. They held on to each other that way while they rocked and grinded, moving closer to the explosion that they both craved.

******

              Tyson couldn’t believe how right it felt to be inside of Jessica again. It was like they’d never been apart. Everything about her body was familiar to him. Everything fit him to perfection. He knew just how to touch her, how to kiss her, how to move his body to match her rhythm. It was like he’d finally come home after being away for a long while. He wished like hell he could flip her over and pound into her softness. Because, though it was all so familiar, he felt like he needed to lay claim to her all over again. That thought threatened to worry him; he knew he shouldn’t put too much faith into what they were doing. But, Jessica flexed against him and the pleasure overshadowed the concern.

              She pressed into him; he pushed up into her. When she would have pulled back he wouldn’t let her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. When she returned the embrace, her arms going around his shoulders and back, Tyson put his hand to the back of her head and tucked her into the curve of his frame. Her face went into his neck and they rolled their hips, in and out, their flesh slipping and sliding, one over the other. Tyson felt the ripples start deep within Jessica. He knew her climax was imminent. He grunted as the vibrations moved up and down the length of his shaft.

              “Tyson...” she half-moaned, half-breathed his name as the orgasm consumed her.

Hearing her call his name in the throes of passion pushed Tyson over the edge. He levered himself up hard, two, three, four times and then released deep inside her convulsing canal.

Afterward, they lay together, just holding each other, being connected, and sharing the sweetest kisses until he hardened within her clutching sex again and they began another slow dance to fulfillment. He reveled in it, loved every minute of it, but couldn’t shake the fear that it could all soon be over.

******

Tyson woke again before daybreak to find Jessica gone. He wasn’t surprised, but was still a little –
ok, a lot
– disappointed. Being with her again had been so much better than he’d ever imagined. He
had
imaged, and not just since seeing her again in Afghanistan. If he were honest, he’d admit that he had always hoped to find Jessica and reconcile whatever was between them.

Early on after she’d left USMA, he’d been so angry with Jessica that it was easy to ignore his true feelings for her. As time passed, he had decided to forget their relationship, but she was always at the back of his mind. Even when he was relatively happy with his life and whatever woman he was with, Jessica still made it into his dreams. Dreams of them laughing together, loving each other, making love as they had in the middle of the night. Sometimes he’d wake up in a sweat, cock aching for release, his dreams of her were so vivid and real. But none of those dreams lived up to the reality of making love to her again. Not even close.

She had been hot and sweet. Wet and snug. So tight that he had to wonder how long it had been since she’d been with anyone. The first orgasm they’d shared was beyond pleasurable. He’d come hard and the overwhelming sensation had gone on for long seconds as her body had squeezed and clutched at him, milking him of every ounce of his essence. It had almost been too good. To have it repeated later did nothing to quench his need for Jessica. He wanted her even now, and she wasn’t even in the room.

              When Jessica had shifted to remove herself from him, Tyson had groaned at the loss of her heat. She didn’t want to aggravate the wound, so he allowed her to reposition herself. He was inordinately please when she moved to his side and snuggled with him. They had fallen asleep, with his arm around her waist and her head on his chest. It had felt as right as it had six years ago, but Tyson wasn’t willing to get too caught up in it, had even cautioned himself in the moment. He didn’t know what the sex meant to Jessica, and wasn’t sure if it was wise to ask since he couldn’t answer the question for himself. The sex had been good, better than, but maybe that’s all it was or even all if could be...good sex.