In His Command by Rie Warren Page A

peeled it all the way off, his jaw captured in my hand while I brushed his ear with my lips. “I’m looking for something better tonight.”
    Shudders coursed from his shoulders to those lean hips I was growing to love. I spun him around and yanked his pants lower until a peek of pubes and the cliffs of muscle showed.
    With my forearms grasped in his hands, he drove his tongue along my collarbone. “That’s right, big man. Take what you need.”
    Shoving him on top of a sumptuous bed of blankets he’d arranged inside the tent, I towered over him. “You sure you know what you’re saying?”
    His wink set off the crinkly corners of his eyes. “Sure as I am of anything.”
    I toed off my boots, staring at his mouthwatering torso, the sloping pads of his pecs. “That’s not real reassuring.”
    “Fuck reassuring. Take those pants off and get down here, honey.” He grinned.
    Mmm. Hello, dimples. I’ve been waiting for you.
    I knew when I broke the rules people got hurt. Well, there was no one left to hurt out here but me…and him. What the hell else did I have to live for? Maybe the Corps was a bust and this mission was a trap. Maybe I’d never been allowed to have what I wanted. That was gonna change now.
    Then he arched in such a sinuous way that my mind was totally made up. My fatigues quickly shed, I kicked his legs wide. I tore through the button and zipper of his pants, bringing his cock into my hand. Fuck, he was gorgeous . His penis was a thick solid length drizzled in precome. His body shifted and bucked in time with my caresses as I stroked him in and out of my fist.
    I felt the beat of his dick under my lips when I sent slow wet kisses up and down his shaft, nibbling the thick veins, lapping at the soft triangle of skin under the head until his thighs jerked beneath my hands. His cock batted my abdomen when I stalked higher, biting and bruising his nipples with hard pinches. And true to form, Blondie was a talker.
    “Fuck, yes,” he hissed. Hiking up his hips, he hit his cock to mine, letting out a dirty laugh when I moaned. “Like that, big man? Like to feel my cock sliding against yours?”
    I mashed my mouth to his, planting my hands beside his head as I rose. I brushed his hair aside and sampled his earlobe. “You’re damned right I like it. What about this?”
    I slid our throbbing weights together, propelling him up while I fucked down until we made a magnificent rhythm of balls slapping, cockheads tapping, hands kneading. His ass in my hands, I sat back on my heels, our shafts sliding and grinding together.
    “Look at that,” he gasped, lunging his hips.
    I slapped my hand down on his abs, controlling him. “You wanna come?”
    “Yes!”
    Our cocks crushed between our stomachs, I let go to the hungry rush ricocheting inside me. I spread his thighs so I could get right between them, nipping his lips, sucking his tongue into my mouth.
    Blondie lent a slick hand to my balls. “I’m gonna suck you so good down here; have these plums inside my mouth until you come right down my throat.”
    Thrown into ecstasy, I yelled, “ Ahhh , yes, baby!” Lightning raced down my spine and up through the tip of my cock, and I jetted come up his chest, jerking like a puppet on the strained strings of my orgasm.
    Choking on groans I couldn’t contain, I tore my fist up and down his dick, watching his pulse kick, his blood race, his face cave in as his muscles screamed for release.
    Knocking his knees farther apart, I brought a fingertip damp with my seed to his lips. “Taste this while I drink you.”
    I swooped over his cock, taking it down until all his long dense arousal was beating against the back of my throat and his sacs rested under my chin. Then I lashed low upon his delicious testicles with my tongue. His cry billowed out the same as his come did, unending satisfaction rending the night, rippling in a warm gush down my throat.
    I gathered him in my arms. A job-well-done grin spilling from my