Page 16 of Wrong Number, Right Soldier
“Oh. My. God!” I sing.
“You taste…” He makes a show of sweeping his tongue over his lips, a cat-ate-the-canary grin plastered on his face. “…so fucking good.”
“My turn?” I offer, eyeing his cock.
His eyebrows form a V as he considers it. He pumps his shaft in one thick handful, looking immutable as a stone tower. With his other hand he crawls over me, tracing his fingers over my mouth, tickling me.
“As pretty as your lips are, sweetheart…I’m dying to get inside of you.”
“Yes, please.”
He rises up to straddle my face anyway. I part my lips, letting him touch the head to my tongue. He eases the fullness of his snake all the way in my mouth. I wrap my lips around the shaft, and all but swallow his cock from root to tip. With a quivering groan he lowers back down, and kisses me, spreading my own honey all over my lips.
It doesn’t matter that Ijustorgasmed all over his handsome face—when Trey buries his cock inside my core, I feel relit, trembly and weak with desire for him. My hips, feeling suddenly pliant and loose, buck up against his carnal, rhythmic thrusts. A new wave swells in my veins.
Trey surveys me with his darkened, searing gaze. “Christ you feel amazing.”
My climax reaches a fever pitch.I’m almost there… “Trey, come in me…”
“Yes, baby.” He growls, proffering an almost pained expression, and clinches my breast with one strong, sturdy hand. I yelp as Trey speeds up his thrusts. At the top of everything that I can handle, I cry in delight, his cock flexes hard, and my walls cling to him like a vise, as his sweet, syrupy seed launches deep inside of me.
“You love me,” Trey whispers on a sigh.
I wrap myself around him. And then for the first time in person, I tell him, from the depth of my heart, “I love you, Trey Rivers.”
Trey grins, contentedly. He cradles my face, his fingertips grazing down the side of my cheek. He kisses me, then stares into my eyes. “God I love you, Saylis.”
After some time, I ask, “What now—can you stay a while, in Dallas?”
“I get fifteen days’ R and R.”
“I have an interview tomorrow to prepare for.”
“Already? Wow, impressive.”
“Thank you.” I smile, then ask, “What?” when I see the mischievous look on his face.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m going to bother the shit out of you.”
Seven
Trey
I cherished the childhood home my mom kept in Dallas for a long time after I moved out and went to Basic. There was so much nostalgia that filled up the house I grew up in. But with every ending comes a new beginning. I didn’t cry when my dad died when I was sixteen, although I felt the loss like the deepest pain through every part of me, even if he wasn’t a very good man. I’ve cried twice that I can remember: once when we came back from Iraq with one less soldier than we’d gone with, and again when Mom packed up our house and moved to Austin. The house where she and I had survived our own wars with Dad, and where in a sense, we had both grown up together.
You never really get over losing a comrade. I did get over my mom’s decision to move to Austin and start a new life.Of courseshe would want to do that.
The moment she greets Saylis and I at the front door, she is overflowing with new life. Her arms spread wide, reaching first for Saylis and wrapping her in the tightest hug. When she lets go, she grabs hold of me and pulls me in just as hard.
“So,” Mom says, releasing me halfway. Her eyes wander over toward Saylis, before cutting sharply back to me. “This is the girl you went to see before your own mother.”
“Trey, you did not,” Saylis says. She gives a helpless look at my mom. “I didn’t know, really, I couldn’t communicate with him at all until he landed.”
“It was a stop on the way,” I defend, weakly. I give a little shrug but it’s hard with her hands still gripped to my biceps.
“On the way.” Mom blows a puff of air through her lips. “Don’t minimize how badly you wanted to see her.”
I glance pitifully at one then the other. “I can’t win here.”
