Page 15 of Call Sign: Thunder
He willed his fingers to move. Up and down his right fingers traced along her swollen lower lips. He couldn't bring himself to look at anything but her eyes, but his fingers explored, feeling how swollen her sex was. Those bastards had really done a fucking number on her.
His first brush against her clit had her bucking almost out of his arms. Tears flooded her eyes and he stopped. She was in pain.
He froze. He didn't want to hurt her.
Her hand came down on top of his, holding his hand in place against her. And then she started grinding her hips. Up, down, in circles, all the while pressing his hand down, making sure to maintain his connection to her body. Each time his digit connected with her clit she jumped, but then pressed harder.
His instincts took over. He knew how to pleasure a woman. This was no different. He could do this. It wasn't sexual. It was medical.
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, sport.
He pushed down his reservations and let his fingers explore, noting what seemed to hurt her and what brought her pleasure. He tried not to let her heavenly scent get to him. He tried even harder not to let her pleading looks penetrate his heart, but there was no ignoring it. What he was doing was intimate. Sexual.
Several minutes in, he knew there was a problem. Most women receiving his current treatment would have come several times over by now. As more time went on with Allie, two things happened. She was getting increasingly sore. He could tell his touch was beginning to be more painful for her. Worse, her frustration at being unable to climax brought back her manic gaze.
"Allie, it's the drug. We need to get you back to a hospital."
She shook her head, frantically. Holding his arm in place and humping up and down.
Zach had held back. Afraid to hurt her, but something needed to change.
He moved his left arm that was cradling her up and wound his fingers through her messed hair, pulling her head forward with a yank at the exact moment he used his right thumb and middle finger to pinch her swollen clit as hard as he could.
He felt her breath on his cheek they were so close. Her eyes were wide with surprise. "Come for me, Allie. Right now!"
Zach wasn't sure who was more relieved when an enormous orgasm rocked the fragile woman in his arms. It was as if she'd expended every ounce of her energy. She collapsed like a rag doll in his arms. Spent. She closed her eyes and the smallest of smiles played on her lush lips.
Zach was relieved he'd brought her some relief. He took a final minute to cradle her close as he pulled the blanket around her again, returning her modesty as best he could under the conditions before standing and hauling ass in the direction of the rendezvous.
He heard the chopper before he set eyes on it. They'd sent another Huey. It was going to be a bitch to set down in the woods, but he couldn’t wait to get in the air so he could better care for Allie.
He took the final quarter mile at a run. The terrain was thinning, and the sun was rising fast. They needed to get the hell out of dodge.
He was glad to see his friend David 'Rock' Waters running to greet him when he got in sight.
Rock had to shout over the sound of the copter. "I wasn't sure I'd see your ass again, Thunder. Here, give her to me."
Zach was exhausted. He should pass Allie over. He couldn't. "Naw. I've got her. Who'd they send to pick us up?"
"Ben. Be prepared. He seems to think this little incident proves he's the better pilot."
"My ass."
They were almost to the waiting chopper when his commanding officer turned and walked to meet him.
Neither man said a word. If Major thought Zach was going to apologize for not following orders, he'd be sorely disappointed.
"Nice of you to join us. I'm gonna nail your ass to the wall when we get back to base. You could have gotten yourself killed, marine."
"Yes, sir."
"That's all you have to say for yourself? You realize I could have you court-martialed for this little stunt, don't you?"
At those words Allie started to wriggle in his arms. She must have been conscious enough to be listening to Zach get his ass chewed by the major.
Peter took his eyes off Zach and pulled the blanket back from Allie's face. He took in her bruised face. Peter pulled the blanket a bit farther. Far enough to see she was naked. Zach saw the anger in his commander's eyes as he looked back at Zach.
He cleared his throat before finally announcing, "Well done, marine. Now get your ass on the chopper. It's time to get the hell out of here.
