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His fingers slip inside again, and it's a little tight, but I stretch out as he pumps his fingers in and out slowly, until I'm pushing into his fingers, wanting more. “Aaron?”

“Yes?” he asks, his eyes hypnotized by the image of his fingers in my ass.

“I need your cock.”

Aaron's grin as he repositions himself tells me all I need to know. He squeezes more lube onto his cock, stroking himself until he's glistening in the light that plays in from the bathroom, and he positions himself at my ass, pausing. “Ready?”

“Been ready. Now . . .”

He nods and pushes in, the wide head of his cock stretching me painfully, but I love the pain, love the feeling of giving him this gift. When the head of his cock pops past my ring, we both pause, breathing deeply, letting our bodies adjust. Then with slow, small thrusts, he spreads me open, each time just a little deeper, and the pain disappears, washed away in the wonderful fullness of being this open for him.

The feeling of accomplishment that washes over me when I feel the tuft of Aaron's pubes crinkle against my ass makes me smile, and he leans down, kissing me. “You okay?”

“No,” I tease, stroking his face and kissing him lightly. “I'm not going to be okay until you make me your bitch.”

It feels good right now to be naughty, a little nasty, and Aaron growls in understanding. He pulls back and thrusts again, all the way, deep and fast, his hips slapping into mine, the sensation amazing. I groan deeply, gasping as he kisses me hard, thrusting his cock again and again into my tight ass, both of us moaning and grunting animal sounds at the sensations. Aaron's fingers find my nipples and pinch, making me cry out because it feels so good. He's just rough enough that I'm being ripped apart by the amazing feelings, lost in wave after wave of pleasure.

I feel Aaron swell in my ass, and I know he's close to coming, and I pull him closer, wrapping my legs around his hips and urging him in deeper, to fill my ass with his seed and completely make me his forever. “Yes. Oh, oh!”

I start to scream, but Aaron kisses me, swallowing my scream as he also lets out a groan, filling me as I’m pushed over the edge again, trembling and my heels drumming on his back as I'm rocked by the deepest, hardest orgasm I've ever felt in my life. The world goes gray, and I feel something give way under my fingers that are clawing at his back until I drop off, unable to feel anything other than the warm weight of his body on top of me, holding me warm and safe.

My vision returns, and I see Aaron staring into my eyes. “What is it?”

“Just can't believe how perfect today is,” he whispers.

“It's not over yet,” I promise him, kissing him gently. I go to caress his back, and he hisses, sitting back. “What happened?”

“I think you scratched me hard enough to break skin,” he says with a groaning laugh. “Didn't feel it until just now.”

“Come on then, let's go clean that up,” I reply. “And get washed up.”

Aaron climbs off the bed. When we reach the bathroom, I'm shocked at the four parallel scratches on his back, and I look at my right hand, slightly embarrassed while Aaron studies the scratches in the mirror. “Looks like I'm wearing a t-shirt tomorrow. I have no idea how we'd explain this to Lance.”

His little joke helps me feel better, and we get back in the shower, adjusting the spray to stay off Aaron's back as much as we can.

I relax in the warm spray, and I can’t help myself. I have to get out what I’m thinking. “Aaron . . . what if I leave the Army? My enlistment's up in about eight months or so.”

He pulls me tighter and kisses me. “I'll support whatever your decision is. I love you, and I love Lance. Army or no Army, I'm not letting go of you two.”

“You mean it?” I ask, and Aaron nods.

“Completely.”

I kiss him again, and I’m surprised when I feel Aaron's cock twitch between our bodies, ready for another round. I grin and reach down, fondling him as he starts to stiffen again. “One more time before bed?”

Aaron smiles and nods, lifting my left leg with his hand. “One more time.”





Chapter 19





Aaron





Friday morning, and I'm looking forward to the weekend. Sure, it's not a training holiday, but at least Captain Bradley has backed off my ass. In fact, for the past week, he's barely said anything to me outside of duty needs, which to be honest, I'm fine with. I'm allowed to train with my platoon, and everyone, including Nadar, with his screwed-up ankle for another two weeks, is going along well. Even Hardy, whose Article 15 is next week, is doing well, the stress of possibly being court-martialed off his back. He's still a little stir crazy, but he's doing okay with it.

“Hey, Sarge!” I call across the area, waving to Pillman. “Got a minute?”

“What's up, sir?” he asks, relaxing. We're not doing too much today. Mostly, the platoon's working on some maintenance tasks in our equipment, nothing too rough. Even Nadar is able to contribute, sitting down on a chair and running radio check, making sure their batteries and cases are sealed properly and that the scrambler codes are staying locked in after being programmed. After a hard training week, the platoon can use the light day, and nobody's complaining about being a little bored.