Ice (Elite Forces #1)(5)
"Please, Sir."
"Oh. Now you beg." He slips a finger inside me, pulling it out, and then sliding in two deep into my wet, hot core.
"Yes, Sir." My reply drifts off because he thrusts his fingers inside me, rolling his hand deep to reach my G-spot. He holds his hand tight against me while his fingers move deep inside. I feel him exploring me, and I begin to crave so much more from him.
"Pants off." I move fast at his command, fumbling, letting them fall to the ground at my feet. He pushes my back until I'm bent over the table, then moves my feet apart with a tap from one of his. I brace myself against the cold metal and files, my aching breasts sizzling when they meet the coolness of the desk. My body prepares for him, while the sound of the condom wrapper fills the room.
Nothing could've prepared me for him though. His size is unlike anything I've had before. His rhythm is serious and demanding, and I love every f*cking second of it. His grip on my hips will for sure bruise me, but in this moment, I'm ok with any marks he wants to leave on my body.
He f*cks me relentlessly. I orgasm twice before he grips my shoulders, pulling me even closer to him so he can pound into me hard enough to bring his own release.
Exhaustion spreads through me. I've waited for this feeling for what seems like forever, and it was so f*cking worth the wait.
He slides out of me, steps back, and bends to pull up his pants. I edge my way off the surface of the desk and catch a glimpse of the tattoo on his leg. It's massive. He has me curious, but I don't dare ask.
He straightens his clothes before he moves for the door. "Don't let me catch you f*cking anyone else. Report for duty in the morning." Closing the door, he walks right out of the room, leaving me naked and confused all to hell.
Chapter Two
JADE
Oh my god. What the hell have I done? I just f*cked my Commander. My warped mind let him strip me bare then f*ck me hard. “Jesus, Jade,” I whisper, bending to snatch my t-shirt from the floor and quickly pulling it over my head. Doing the same with my fatigues and my boots, I scatter my eyes around the room, making sure I’ve left no signs of evidence behind whatsoever. I’m out the door mentally chastising myself all the way to my tent.
“What the f*ck happened?” Harris stands outside the entrance with his arms folded firmly across his bulky chest. He looks pissed. 'Well, f*ck you very much,' I desperately want to say. I don’t though; he has no idea what the hell I just did, and he never will if I can help it.
“You don’t want to know.” I pull open my tent, letting the flap fall. For once, I’m thankful for the darkness all around me. I respect Harris, I truly do, but if he saw the look of disgust and disgrace I’m sure is plastered all over my face, he would know I’ve committed the worst kind of sin, broken every core commandment I’ve pledged.
“Damn it, Jade. I do want to know. This isn’t just your life that may be drying up like piss in this desert. It’s mine too."
I spin, ready to take my anger out on him, opening and closing my mouth several times before deciding to lie.
“I told him he caught us right before we actually started to f*ck.” Which in reality he did. Therefore, not really a lie. Harris is silent for the longest time. I know his eyes are slicing into mine. His stare is hard. Disbelief swarms the confines of my tent like a vulture swirling, circling before it swoops down to attack its already dead prey.
“Bullshit.” His voice is low, dark, and threatening. This fuels my anger even more. I’ve been threatened enough tonight. No more. Fucking men. Right here, in this moment, I would give anything to hate them; however, the way my * is still on fire, clenching, trembling, and thanking me for quenching her thirst, there is no way I could.
“Listen,” I say tentatively. Not because I’m afraid of Harris. I want him out of here. I need to think. I need to try to catch and hold on to every thought I can. My Commander, whose name I don’t even f*cking know, has single-handedly reeled me into a scandal that could cost both of us our jobs, if not our lives. And the bad part is, I f*cking loved it. I've never been f*cked like that in my life, and I know I'll always want more of the kind of shit he just did to me. I've always wanted a man who's not afraid to f*ck me. I mean, shit, I'm not a damn weak bitch who will break. I need f*cked, leave the making love to the other bitches. I’ve never been in love with a man to know the damn difference anyway.
“He chewed my ass out, basically called me a whore, and told me I was in jeopardy of a reduction in ranking. He went easy on me, Harris. Why? I don’t know. I’m sure as hell not going to question it, and speaking as your friend, I highly suggest you let it go.” His hand lightly caresses my face. I lean into him. His hand is warm, rough, and calloused.
“I hope for both our sakes you're not lying to me, Elliott.” A chill runs down my spine, despite the dry desert night heat, when Harris removes his hand, his silhouette disappearing out of sight.
“I’m lying, Harris, for both of our sakes.”
I’ve been trained by the best to be a light sleeper, to always manage to be aware of what's happening around me. Sleep didn’t come to me at all last night. Fatigue mixed with exhaustion, anger blending with anticipation all makes a mean cocktail amongst my weary brain when I make my way from my tent to the dump, a horrific stench of a wooden box where we dump our waste. I may spend every waking moment with these men, demand they treat me like I belong here, but there is no way in hell I will take a shit or piss in front of them.