Perfect Soldier: The Complete Story (5-Part BBW Military Romance Novel) (8 page)

Chapter
Ten

Catherine

I waited outside the bar, my purse in hand, enjoying
the cold air on my skin. It felt refreshing after a night inside the crowded
bar room. Finally, I had peace and quiet. But really, I shouldn’t complain; it
had been an exceptional night for tips. That was the positive side of busy
nights at work.

Colt would be here in five minutes or so. I paced
back and forth. I could have waited inside, but I was too anxious, too excited
to see Colt again. Seeing his face when I came into the bar earlier had
brightened up my day and now I was looking forward to spending the night with
him. I hoped that he’d had a good, restful nap at my apartment – he was
certainly going to need it for what was in store.

Headlights flickered as my car came around the
corner. Colt slowed down and pulled up in front of me. I laughed to myself; it
was comical seeing such a big man behind the wheel of my little red Civic. I
got in on the passenger side, preferring to let him drive.

He started heading the way of the diner, but I
touched his arm and told him to head toward the apartment.

“You’re not hungry?” he said.

“Not for food,” I said naughtily.

He knew what I wanted, what I’d wanted all week
long, that cathartic release that would wash the stress of school and my job
away. Granted the stress of preparing for exams was over, but I still hadn’t
received my final grades. I know I shouldn’t have been worried about it,
especially since there was nothing I could do now, but I wouldn’t be completely
relaxed until the grades were officially in the books.

As he drove, I put my hand on Colt’s leg, easing it
up slowly toward his crotch. He looked straight ahead, as if he didn’t even
notice. Then I began massaging, my hand between his legs, rubbing gently,
feeling that big cock starting to get hard. Could I make it all the way home?
Now that I’d initiated things, I felt my desire growing exponentially by the
second. How could I hold out that long?

I continued rubbing, then unbuckled my seat belt,
moving my head down toward his crotch. Colt shifted the seatback, knowing what
I had in mind, anticipating it even more than I was. I unzipped his jeans. He
got up slightly, allowing me to shimmy them off of his hips so I could pull out
that monster cock, already halfway hard. My mouth would get it the rest of the
way there.

***

Colton

Wild. Feisty. Confident. Perfect.
Cat was lusting tonight, I could tell. She jerked my cock as I drove, but
holding herself back, making me wait for the feeling of her mouth wrapped
around my tip. She gave a kiss to the head and licked up the shaft. When she
finally took me inside her mouth, it was all I could do to concentrate on
driving.

It was even better than before, made more perfect by
the long interval between now and our last fuck. That sweet sexy mouth, so wet,
slickening my cock with saliva as she swirled that tongue around me, applying
that subtle, sensual pressure in every lick and suck. The smooth ebbs and flow
of pleasure as she bobbed up and down made me want to pull the car over and
fuck her right then and there.

I reached over and grabbed his curvy ass, squeezing
as she took me deep into her throat. With that burst of pleasure, I stepped on
the gas pedal. Half instinctually, half deliberately. I took corners at high
speed, gunned it down straightaways, taking it above 100 MPH on a long stretch.
And still Cat sucked, as if she didn’t even notice a change in momentum, as if
pleasuring me was her one and only goal.

I felt vibrant, alive in the night. And at these
speeds we were pulling into her parking lot within minutes. I parked and
spanked her lightly on the ass, letting her know we were back at the apartment.
I shoved my cock into my pants as best I could and got out of the car. She knew
what I wanted and she knew I wasn’t willing to wait.

I locked the car and grabbed her hand, running,
practically dragging her up the stairs to the apartment. I turned the key in
the door and pushed my way inside. Pulling her toward me, I squeezed her ass
with both hands, thrusting against her, grinding my hard cock against her body.
She moaned, wanting it. Then I pushed her up against the wall, holding her
there as I went in for a forceful, passionate kiss.

I’d waited far too long for this.

***

Catherine

Colt was an absolute animal, his body pressed up
against mine, holding me against the smooth, cool surface of my apartment well.
That big cock wriggled in his pants. I could feel it against my thigh as he
kissed me, deep wet kisses that contained a passion built over the week we’d
spent apart. We’d both been waiting for this, wanting each other so badly day
after day. A few nights I’d even gone to bed touching myself, thoughts of Colt
fucking me on my mind.

But now he was here with me in the flesh, his
muscular arms holding me tight, big hands squeezing my ass. That grinding
motion was getting me wet, making me crave that cock inside me. I pushed him
off of me and took his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. I wanted it
rough
and I wanted it
now
. I had waited all week; I was done with waiting. So
over it.

We both shed our clothes as we made our way to the
bed. Colt picked me up, still wearing his boxers. I straddled his torso as he
lifted me up, dropping me down on the bed and pinning me to the mattress. I
could feel that huge cock, salient in the soft cloth of his boxers as it rubbed
against my pussy. I lifted my legs in the air so he could peel off my panties.
Enough foreplay, I thought. Just put it inside me.

Colt slid his cock through the slit in the front of
his boxers, giving it a few strokes with his hand, almost taunting me with his
size. I was gushing, just wanting him inside me, squirming beneath him. I’d
been waiting for this release all week; I was practically having withdrawal
from his cock.

I reached up and touched his hip, attempting to pull
him over toward me. Whining, begging for his big dick in soft little moans. He
laughed, pushing be back down on the bed. He was done teasing. Now he’d finally
give me what I wanted.

I spread my legs apart, making my wet slit
accessible to him as his body slid down on top of me, the snips of chest hair
gliding across the soft skin of breasts. I felt the metal touch of his dog tags
that sent a shiver through my body. He gave me a kiss, parting my lips with his
own and filling me with the hot wetness of his tongue. I gave a little flicker,
a tease, and invitation. Simultaneously, I could feel the head of his cock
touching my pussy, just barely parting the lips.

He held it there, gently rubbing up and down,
pushing in slightly, but not yet penetrating me. That fat head, that fleshy
purple bulb that gave me so much pleasure when it was inside me, the
exclamation mark on his thick shaft, the red hot rod that was made for
fulfilling my own secret lusts –
thrust inside me!
Brief pain, then
bliss, my lust channeled toward our mutual pleasure, our two bodies working in
such perfect sexual harmony.

I clenched my pussy as he drilled me, holding me by
the hips and pushing as deep inside as he could go with every single thrust.
There was nothing gentle about him now, he was all life and vitality, a pure
vessel of instinct and desire, stretching me with every movement. I gyrated
beneath him, trying to match his movements, my nails dragging across his back.
I needed something to hold onto, to steady myself against the intensity of our
hot fuck. Tonight I was his, to do with as he pleased. I liked it when he took
control like this.

Soon he had rolled over, his head hitting the other
pillow. I was confused.

“Did you come?”

He laughed as if to say: “Baby, this is just the
beginning. You better hope you can keep up.”

Now I was straddling him, reverse cowgirl. I guess
it made sense, him being a Texas boy and all. I put my hands in the place where
his ankles met his shins, giving me leverage as I rolled my ass, bouncing it up
and down on his throbbing cock. He spanked my ass playfully, but with a little
sting that sent pleasure reverberating through my body.

I fucked him harder then, and he grabbed me by my
hips, thrusting upwards as I bounced my ass. He was going so deep – he hadn’t
fucked me like this before, with such fury and passion. Was it the time apart?
Had the distance brought us together? There was no time for these thoughts in
my almost feverish state of sexual delirium. All I could concentrate on was the
intimate nature of what passed between us, flesh on flesh, my wet, tight pussy
on his hard, throbbing monster of a cock.

Damn, I was glad Colt had finally come home.

***

Colton

Lying on the bed, her curves bouncing. I gave her a
spank, leaving a reddish-pink handprint across her right ass cheek. She moaned,
giddy with pleasure, asking me for more. I spanked her again, slightly harder.
She bucked, rolling her ass, her tight pussy moving up and down on my cock.

I reached up with both hands and grabbed her hips,
pulling her into me has I thrust my pelvis up from the bed, pushing my dick
deeper inside her. I heard her gasp at that, still surprised at what it felt
like to be fucked his hard, this thoroughly, by someone who was wild about her.

My hands sunk into the soft skin of her hips. Such a
damn gorgeous, perfect girl – so curvy and sweet, so tight and wet, as if she’d
been saving her body for my pleasure alone, developing those curves just to
bring me to my knees. That’s what drove me mad, made me stroke into her with
such intensity, such purpose. Every movement was an attempt to explore her
amazing body. It was as if I learned something new about her every time we
slept together and there was still a whole world left to discover.

I heard her whimpering.

“C-Colton,” she said. “I – I – I’m…”

It was as if she couldn’t speak, couldn’t link
together the words that would form a sentence. I grunted in response, and
fucked her harder, knowing she was close to coming, her tone and intonation begging
for it.

“Yes yes yes yes,” she said in rapid fire short
bursts, every word punctuated with a moan. “Harder, harder.”

I went faster and deeper, working up a sweat as I
pushed my cock in and out over her pussy with everything I had. I gave it all
trying to get her there, to bring her to consummation, her body writhing with
the pleasure of a good, hard fuck.

Then I felt her starting to go limp, weakened at the
onset of her climax. She moaned, unable to express the incomprehensibility and
vast all-encompassing nature of the pleasure that rolled through her in wave
after vicious wave. It was an ecstasy almost too intense, that left her lying
face down on the bed, moaning into the sheets to stifle her loud bursts of
passion. It was a good thing she didn’t have any roommates – they would have
been woken up long before now.

She was turning around on the bed to face me. That
pretty face and those big blue eyes, she crawled towards me on the bed, moving
her head toward my cock.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she said.

She jerked at my cock, taking it into her mouth,
giving that warm, perfect sensation as she swirled her tongue on my tip.

I throbbed in her mouth. She made a gagging noise as
she held my dick deep in her throat, looking up at me with bright eyes. She
took me out of her mouth and giggled, as if she’d gone temporarily crazy from
all the sex.

“I was to taste your cum,” she said. “Come in my
mouth.”

My only response was a grunt. I was close, so damn
close. She pulled my tip out and started to lick my balls, nibbling gently as
she jerked on the shaft.

“Come on, baby. I want you to come. I want to taste
you, Colt.”

All this dirty talk. It was a new side of her, an
unexpected side. Her breathy voice, sultry and sexy. She knew exactly how to
please me. She connected physically and emotionally in just the way I liked. A
good girl, who liked to play dirty sometimes. I could feel the orgasm building
at the base of my cock, and suddenly erupting – exploding out of my tip.

Cat felt me starting to come and lifted her head up
to catch my load in her mouth, but I exploded a second early, shooting the
first hot burst onto her pretty face. She took my tip into her mouth and
sucked, squeezing up on my shaft to milk out every last bit of sticky cum. She
looked up at me, a naughty smirk on her face. Then I saw her tilt her head back
and gulp. She stuck her clean tongue out at me.

We both laughed. These were intimate moments. Behind
all the overt sexuality, the passion and lustful desires fulfilled in dirty
sex, we knew something deeper was growing – a private, personal connection that
would keep us close for a long time to come.