Chapter 1 Situations
“It’s hot here?” Calli fanned herself, holding her hair aloft off her neck, the sweat dropping down between her breasts in shimmering treks.
“Yes, Hertz...it is.” William Forbes was trying to be patient. “This planet has two suns. That’s why it’s hot here.”
“Well, I don’t see why any planet needs two suns. It seems redundant to me.” Calli was pissed over the fact, clear and simple.
“Take it up with God, Hertz.” Coletti suggested. “Hey...I have an idea...why not cut that non-regulation hair of yours. That might cool things off for you a bit.”
Calli scowled hard at the man.
“She isn’t cutting her hair...shut up, Coletti.”
“I can cut my hair if I want to.” Calli took exception to Forbes statement. “And...shut up Coletti.”
“You are not cutting your hair.” Forbes loved the damned stuff. She was not going to cut it.
“I am too? As short as Coletti’s.” Calli hated being told she could not do something.
“There’s a picture...bald and a big ass...” Coletti shook his head woefully.
“My ass is not big.”
“It’s blocking out one of the suns.” Tony held up his hand to ‘shade’ himself for emphasis. Which made no sense at all, but there it was, for all to see.
“Ass...hole.” Calli bickered with the man because it made her feel better and she forgot about the damned heat for a spell. “Colonel, he said my ass was big again.” she whined appropriately, in Calli’s world.
“I know, Hertz.” Forbes sighed lightly. “I heard...Coletti...shut-up.”
“Come on, Col, give me a break. That thing is huge,” Coletti teased the girl mercilessly. “Look at it!”
Calli did just that, frowning hard. It wasn’t so bad...her ass. “Yeah, well, so is your head. Too bad it houses such a tiny brain. The dinosaurs have nothing on you.”
Coletti chuckled, returning to his MRE.
“Col...it’s hot! Do something!” Calli was going to have to insist this time.
“What in God’s name do you think I can do about the heat, woman.”
“I don’t know! You’re in charge. It’s your job to fix things.”
“Calli...” MacAroy settled it all so simplistically holding aloft her ‘treat’. “Want it?”
The woman smiled brightly rushing for the twinkie. She took the out-stretched Manna, happy again.
“Yeah, shut her up already. She’s giving me a headache.” the young Marine rubbed between his eyes, grimacing.
Calli ignored Coletti, trying to open her cake, her brow furrowed intently on the task.
“Could it be from drinking all night in a bar, Coletti?” Forbes asked sarcastically, observing his man with a critical gaze.
“Or...the two women you tried to ‘juggle’ at the same time?”
MacAroy grinned at the thought.
“Oh, please...I can do that in my sleep.” Coletti scoffed, waving the issue aside.
“And probably have. Must have been pleasant for the women.” Forbes mused.
“No complaints so far.” Coletti smirked.
“You are sooo gonna catch something someday.” Calli predicted, licking her fingers of excess twinkie.
“Or...someone’s husband is going to catch him.” Mac laughed at the thought.
Calli lifted her ponytail off her neck. “I hate this stuff.” she blew her hair out of her face.
Forbes threw her a disgruntled look.
“Calli, don’t cut your hair, honey. I really like it that way.” Mac motioned to the cute bouncy lushness. “No woman has more beautiful hair...none.”
The girl’s mood evaporated. “What a sweet thing to say, Mac. Thank you!” She was most pleased with the praise.
“So, you won’t cut it?” The large man smiled over.
“I won’t...not if you say.” Calli smiled right back.
MacAroy looked at Forbes as if to say...why couldn’t you do that?
“Alright...this planet has nothing to offer. Let the ‘scientist guys’ take over.” Forbes made a command decision, his mood no better for the fact, another man was better at cajoling his woman than he was.
“Sand and more sand.” he looked around the vast dunes. “Not even any trees. Let’s call it a day. Back to the black hole of death, everyone.”
He did not see Calli Hertz’ stunned expression or her clear hesitation to follow his orders. She stood, rooted to the spot, looking a little shell shocked.
But...he had promised. She snapped out of her stupor, hurrying to catch up to the three men eventually.
Her thoughts her own.
They walked and talked, the three men exchanging barbs and comments. MacAroy was the first to notice Calli’s quietness. “Anything wrong, baby?”
“No.” The woman answered more than tightly. “What could be ‘wrong’?” She stepped up her pace, that tight little ass swishing angrily past.
“I will open communications.” She had not asked or waited for permission. Coletti usually did the honors, after all.
The men looked after her, the mood catching them off guard. Usually, Calli’s moods were more than apparent and easily discernable.
Coletti put it most distinctively. “What’s up her huge ass?”
Mac exchanged looks with Forbes, who was frowning hard, and shrugging his shoulders helplessly. He had no clue...as usual.
“Can’t be ‘hell week.” Coletti mused, resuming his steps, as had the other men. “I have that marked on every calendar on base.”
Mac watched the young woman’s body language. Something was up alright. He sensed it had something to do with their fearless leader. Again, the guy glanced to his right.
“I didn’t do anything that I know of.” Forbes spread plaintive hands. “You got me!”
OCS
“Captain Hertz...” Forbes had reported to Hathaway, jogging to catch up to the girl in the corridor.
Halls were full of the day shift, going about usual business. It was only right and proper to use the woman’s rank before others.
Calli pulled up, giving over a frosty greeting, those green eyes full of animosity and pique.
Forbes was suddenly not looking forward to this little chat. He was getting good at sensing her moods. This was not a good one.
He got directly to the point as he came face to face, but he kept his voice low, speaking just between himself and the woman. “What’s wrong, baby.” he coaxed gently.
She spoke distinctly, as if to a ‘slow’ child. “Nothing is wrong.” that patient tone irritated the man somewhat. “I’m just hot and I want to take a ...”
“Baby.” The Colonel turned on the charm, hoping against hope, that tactic would work. He stepped closer, lowering his voice, his eyes for her alone. “I know something is wrong.” his gaze dropped to her breasts then lifted, the blueness...affected. “Please tell me. I want to help.”
“Oh?” She put her hands on her hips, then hesitated, for Colonel Mathers had glanced back at the rather loud...’oh.’
Calli moved closer, beginning again, her tone no better, just softer and somehow more menacing. “Oh...” She stated crossly, this time, the green gaze lifting, filled with rising anger. “Now you want to help? I was under the impression you were intending to ‘help me’ on the planet. Out in the open, as it were.” She jogged his memory. “As I have never done it out in the open and what’s more, I believe you also promised that lots of kinky shit would be thrown into the proverbial pot...did you, or did you not, indicate something along those lines, might just possibly come down if I played my cards right? Looks like I didn’t play my cards right, doesn’t it...Colonel Forbes!”
Forbes lifted his head, taking in all that was said. He tried very, very hard, not to laugh in that pretty little pout of a face.
“Eh...” he considered his options. “Is that what this is about?” he motioned back and forth to her ‘mood’. Knowing, if he did laugh in her pretty pout of a face, he would never see her pussy again...ever. He sensed things like that as well, where this woman was concerned.
“...Calli.” he began slowly, feeling his way. “People’s lives depend on me keeping my head straight off world. You know that, right?”
Those lovely eyes narrowed suspiciously for she sensed a trap.
“I know I said all that stuff before the mission. I admit to that, readily. I said it.” he held up placating hands. “But...I thought you knew, I thought you understood, that I would never do anything that would take my mind off my duty out there. Even though, the thought was...amazingly...sensual and erotic. I have to think with the right head...while on duty. Okay?”
“Oh, don’t get all pissy with me.” She irritated. “You were the one that started this, not me. Don’t act all superior and...pull that rank shit.”
Forbes’ mouth quirked visibly but he kept his humor in check. “...Did you want it that badly, baby?” he asked gently, because he thought it was kinda cute, it was evident...she had.
“Don’t want it at all...now.” She smiled tightly, moving that cute little ass on down the corridor, her step more than determined.
Shit! Wrong move.
Forbes ignored the others, many who grinned for his predicament as he jogged past. Fuckers! They knew his ass was in hot water and weren’t above enjoying the fact.
The Marine caught up to the furious little bundle of explosives, matching his strides to her swift ones. “You’re right.” he could be magnanimous. “I should not promise something I can’t deliver.”
She made a ‘you fucking right you shouldn’t’ sound in her throat, continuing those saucy little strides.
Well, in reality. The sound had been more a ‘kiss my ass...not in a good way’ sound, were the Marine honest with himself.
Forbes took a moment, realizing the shower rooms were just up ahead and he was losing his window of opportunity fast. So...the man tried MacAroy’s way.
“How can I make it up to you?”
The ‘strides’ halted...slowly but surely.
Forbes watched the lovely features studiously. Calli lifted her head, willing to give over some sort of consideration to the ‘moron’.
‘Houston, we have interfacing.’
The Colonel racked his brain. It didn’t fail him in this instance.
“How about if I buy you that blouse you have been coveting all this time.” he did listen on occasion, apparently. “The frilly one with all the buttons I’m going to have to wade through if I want to see your tits.”
Calli faced him, her brow furrowed slightly.
“The ‘to die for’ one?” Calli asked hesitantly. “At the boutique?”
Forbes glanced to her breasts again, moving...closer.
“Yeah, the one slit down to the navel...but, you can only wear it for me, agreed?”
“I wanted to show it to Susan.” That scowl increased.
“That would entail wearing it on base...eh...no.” Forbes was kinda adamant about that fact.
She...pouted.
“We will go to her house and show her.” Forbes was a problem solver. It’s what he did.
“Oh...yeah. I could do that. We could have lunch. And you could buy.”
“Not in the blouse....eh...no.”
She...pouted.
“You want the blouse...or not.” The Colonel stood firm.
Calli sighed. “Yes.” She held out her hand.
“Do I look like I have my wallet on me...it’s in the locker.” He reminded which a crook of his head.
“I’ll get it.”
He grasped her arm. “I don’t think so...the last time you were in there, you took an extra twenty.” he teased, in a better mood finally.
“Hey...I got take-out that night?”
“Where was my ‘change’?” He was sooo holding his grin.
“You are sooo cheap.” She disgusted. “Fine...when do I get my blouse?”
“When do I get your pussy?” The Marine countered evenly.
“That’s not a nice way to say it and since when do I have to...”
“Cunt?” The Marine tried again.
“...No.” Calli mused but then, vetoed the word as well.
“...When do you think your vagina will want to contract spasmodically about my penis?” the man drew in a cleansing breath, looking down to the grimacing little face.
The woman shook a woeful head. “There really isn’t any good way to say it, is there.”
The soldier shrugged muscled shoulders. “I liked the ‘cunt’ one.”
“I could ask the ‘Warrior Guy’...he knows everything. He is so profound, have you noticed it?”
Calli seemed confused by the fact.
“The ‘Linguist Guy’ has mentioned it a time or two after a few beers. Want to grab a bite to eat?” Forbes asked.
“No, I want to get my blo...”
“Blouse, yeah...there are restaurants in the Mall, babe.”
“Oh, yeah.” she relented.
“And...you’re not mad any longer.” The Colonel needed verification.
“...No, but you really shouldn’t say things you don’t mean. I...I kinda had my heart sit on that thing you said about doing it outdoors and all and especially...you know, the other. The kinky shit.” She made a tiny grimace face, crinkling her nose.
“You got a burn today.” Wil noted the pink tint to her cheeks and that pert little nose. “Are we talking about that ‘disciplining’ part?”
“Yeah” Calli sighed, fond memories stirred. “I’m thinking, that might be nice.”
“I’m sure it would be.” The military guy liked the way this woman thought. “We haven’t tried that yet, have we.” His eyes deepened. “You think you might be into ‘spanking’, Captain?”
“My tummy goes up when I think of maybe...I don’t know.” she confessed hesitantly. “General Hathaway doing it.”
“Excuse the shit out of me?” Forbes was stunned then...he saw the humor of the moment. “Well, yeah. He is the epitome of ‘power’ around these parts, isn’t he.”
“And I’ve never been...that.” She reminded. “But, when you said it that first time, my tummy went ‘up’.” she nodded emphatically.
“Yeah? Well my cock is going ‘up’.” Since it was sharing time and all. The man held his smile. “What do you mean..your tummy went ‘up’? What does that signify, Hertz?”
“It sort of...fluttered.” she motioned to the vicinity with her hand.
“The thought excited you.” Forbes put it into the correct vernacular that he might follow.
“What are you, the ‘Interpreter Guy’?” Calli was getting pissy again.
“Come on, let’s feed you...numb nuts.” The Marine thought he better quit while he was ahead. “Get you in a better frame of mind.”
“Don’t call me...that. Beelezebub calls me that and he’s just mean.”
“Yes, Mark Snowden is one scary bastard. We agree on that.”
She nodded, and they resumed their trek to the shower room. “We have to debrief first, after the shower.” Forbes reminded.
Calli nodded again.
He grinned. “Okay...let’s get matters straight in our minds. I buy you the blouse and you ‘put out.’ Right?”
“No...this is supposed to be your ‘apology’ blouse.” Calli instantly balked.
“Don’t you want to ‘put out’?” The man tested a theory.
Calli processed, frowning hard.
“You could take all your clothes off. Up on the roof. Where the telescope is.” he sweetened the pot. “The trees hide stuff from the neighbors.” He tested the waters, watching the expressive face studiously. “I could ‘spank’ your naked ass...for trespassing on private property...or something. I don’t like people touching my...’telescope’.”
“Work on that scenario.” She didn’t like the last part.
“Can’t you think of something ‘bad’ to do?” He put the pressure on her for a change. “That I could properly punish you for?”
“I could bite your cock while you are forcing me to suck you.” Calli was never at a loss.
“Noooooo...that would be too ‘bad’...for you. Because, I’d have to kill you then.” it was the guy’s turn to frown.
Calli...processed, that frown returning two-fold.
Forbes waited patiently and while he did, he took the time to note the outline of her breasts against the fabric of her uniform. She had really nice breasts.
Calli...smiled slowly.
“You got it?” The Colonel took heart. She cut those eyes to him and...nodded.
“It’s nothing I would have to kill you for...right?” He just thought he should check.
She....shook her head.
“Good girl.” He stoked her ego with his look and tone. “I had complete faith in you.”
“The sign says...women.” She had read it. Coletti had, of course, switched it. “I’ll wait.” she wasn't going to be a bitch about this, at least.
The guy shrugged stocky shoulders. He could hear a lot of male shit taking place in that room. Any woman who would ignore the sign and walk in was wanting a peek or two, in his world.
Forbes motioned her to vacate the area, grinning down at the smaller form. “Hey, better get something on that sunburn. It looks tender...little cunt.”
“Captain!” she turned, ready for battle, instantly correcting the verbal insult. She had earned her bars, after all.
“Captain.” the man readily complied. Calli relaxed, turning away from the shower doors, retracing her steps down the corridor. “...Cunt.”
Calli’s head fell back. Forbes waited for the explosion but...none came to his great shock.
She just sighed more than heavily then continued on down the hallway.
FORBES APARTMENT
“Calli....” William Forbes lay, spooned to the woman. They had just made love and he was warm and relaxed and feeling just fine.
It was early afternoon. The drapes pulled against the brightness of the sun. Outside, he could hear the sound of other tenants moving about, starting their cars, taking trash out, calling out to each other for this reason or that.
He and Calli had the afternoon off. He couldn’t wait to have her in his arms.
Forbes was becoming addicted to this shit. He wanted the sex more and more of late.
Not only at night.
He was hard pressed to keep his mind on the papers he was supposed to be writing. His reports must be hell to decipher these days, the man mused.
All he knew, was when Calli was close, like now. He was one fucking happy camper.
His thick fingers stroked the girl, his fingers trailing gentle treks up and down her back and shoulders. He absently kneaded her neck muscles from time to time.
Forbes wanted her relaxed...in a really good mood, so he had done that special thing with his tongue when he ‘went down’ on her.
What he had to say was difficult enough. Especially with this woman.
The Marine had been thinking about this for some time now and hoped she might approach the subject and save him the effort. She had not.
“Hummm?” Calli muttered sleepily.
The Colonel halted his fingers activities. He needed her relaxed...not comatose. “We need to talk about something, baby.”
“I’m sleepy.” Calli whined, pulling away from his touch.
“This is kinda important.”
She opened her eyes, then shifted about, alerted by his tone.
The woman struggled to a sitting position, her long hair all mussed and beautiful. She clenched the sheet to her breasts, those eyes staring expectantly at him.
He grinned, tugging on the material. “What’s this...you aren’t shy.”
He knew that for fact but...she held fast.
“...Is it...about that new nurse?” Calli blurted her fears.
“....I’m not following, baby.” Forbes was totally not following that train of thought.
“I saw you talking to her yesterday. Is that...” the woman swallowed hard. “What this is about? She’s pretty and even kinda nice, I suppose. Do...Do you like her?”
“WHAT??” The man arose, unmindful where his side of the sheet landed.
Calli shifted her eyes chastely from his now exposed ‘body part.’ “Well, I just assumed...” she halted the words because they hurt too much to say.
She would not cry.
She had promised herself.
She lifted her head proudly. “So, is this...” she waved a hand. “Over? Is that...what you want to say?”
“What the HELL is in your head?? I was asking her about Coletti’s little ‘problem’. If he was going to be able to make the mission tomorrow.” Forbes could not believe the depth of this woman’s insecurities or that they continually kept popping up when he ‘assumed’ he had put them all to rest.
“You...were?” Calli blinked those green orbs at him.
The Marine sighed, trying another route. “You know...Jennifer Taylor moved in with Snowden about a month ago.”
“Shhh?” the woman hastily put her finger to those full, luscious lips. “We aren’t supposed to ‘know’. No one is supposed to ‘say’ anything....although why she would want to live with Beelzebub is beyond me. She did say, he had nice things in his boxers.” Calli shuddered visibly at such an image.
“Taylor...said that?” Forbes brows went up.
“It’s what she said.”
“Hummm.” The man was amused.
“What has that got to do with...” She motioned back to the developing situation.
“Oh..eh...well.” The solider reached, taking her hand...her free one. She still clutched the sheet with the other. And seemed kinda of shy, of all things.
Wil found the fact endearingly...stupid, actually.
“I think it’s time you moved in here, baby. With me.” he blurted his thoughts aloud.
Calli’s eyes blinked, the long lashes mesmerizing the man. Forbes kneaded the soft flesh of her hand absently with his thumb, trying to read the woman’s features.
She glanced around the area as if seeing it for the first time, confused and dazed. The look suited Calli Hertz though.
“What...do you mean?” she asked. “I’m already here.”
“They’ve made a commitment. Maybe we should do the same.” Wil shook his head, hating the fact Brody was sniffing around his property. He wanted the actual ‘right’ to deck the guy next time he crossed over that line with Calli.
And, Brody was getting bolder with each passing day, with his little innuendoes and the way he watched Calli when she worked out.
Forbes had insisted, of late...she wear those old sweat pants and top. She still looked great in them and every time she bent over, the material looked fantastic stretched across those firm little ass cheeks.
Fuck Brody.
Those sweet tits and amazing ass were Forbes and he wanted the right to explain that fact to anyone who didn’t ‘get it’.
He was sensing...something though, in the clueless stare. And he was getting antsy.
“Why so quiet?” The man was preparing himself. Maybe she wanted that bastard Brody’s attention...
“....What about....Annie.”
The question floored the man. Again? What the hell!
“What about her, Calli?” he demanded, his tone testy.
“She’s your....wife.” Calli pulled her hand from his. Her expression a critical one.
“Calli...” The man’s tone was a weary one. He shook his head slightly. “Honey...Annie is gone.”
“No she isn’t. She’s always with you.” She stated with such simplicity, it served to nullify the man’s reaction for a beat.
Calli glanced across the room to the photo of the other woman on top of the man’s dresser.
“I understand, Colonel...I do.” She hastened to explain. “I understood going in that...well...” She let it lay. Surely he ‘got it’. It was his ‘issue’ after all.
“Understood....what?” Wil was getting angry, because...he thought he knew where she was going with this shit.
“It’s what you ‘do’. Colonel. Everyone knows. I just happen to be a little more convenient than...those other women. Coletti explained this to me.”
Forbes could not believe what he was hearing.
“Annie never treated me like most women do. She...accepted that I could only be what I am.” Calli downed her head for a beat...playing with the folds in the sheet. The long red tresses shielded her face. She lifted pain-filled eyes.
“I don’t get that a lot.” she tried a smile and failed. “It means something, when I do.”
Wil’s anger lessened the more he listened to the haunting words.
“I was so sad when you guys...” the woman drifted away for a beat. “But, Coletti says you probably will find a way back to her eventually. Which...is as it should be. I know that.”
Calli’s heart was breaking. “I wish I were stronger. I wish I never allowed any of this but then, I don’t.” she was confused. “Cause I never would have felt your arms around me or your lips kissing me.”
The poignant statements touched the man’s heart.
“So, I guess, it is what it is but, this other stuff you’re saying you want.” she shook those long curls. “I don’t get that at all. Maybe you’re just not at the point where you can see Annie in your life but, we...the rest of us? We can see that so clearly, Sir.”
The man moved, enfolding her in his arms. Wil held tightly, feeling the warmth of her tears as they dropped on his bare shoulder. He closed his eyes, tightening his embrace.
“S-So, you see. It’s okay.” Calli determined to move past the pain, as she often had done in the past. She sniffed gently. “I’m fine with h-how things are. You don’t have to feel you should do things that you probably really don’t want to do.”
Calli shut up because there was a knot in her throat, that threatened tears. She couldn’t talk anymore right now.
“I know I don’t ‘have to’....numb nuts.” Forbes had never been more touched in his entire life. “I want to. I truly do. I will make you believe that one of these days, baby. I swear I will.” he moved slightly, searching out her face. “And as for Annie.” the man really considered Calli’s words. “In the beginning, I guess there was a part of me that wished we could pull it together. I guess, deep down, maybe there was.”
Wil glanced at the photo as well...of Annie.
“Annie is a good woman. I don’t think otherwise. Never did because I was as much to blame for us growing apart as anyone but,” the guy lifted the small face. “Baby, don’t you think she would be the first to want us to find a little happiness in life if we can? There is not one unkind bone in Ann’s body. I want that for her and I know she wants it for me.”
Calli didn’t know the woman well enough to know what Ann would or would not do.
“You make me happy, Calli.” The man took her face in his hands, kissing her sweetly. “Everything inside of me is telling me to move this thing forward a little.” His doubts started to materialize. “What is your inner voice saying to you? Can you share that with me?”
Calli pulled away, returning to her former position, still clutching that damned sheet about her protectively.
“What...is it Brody?” Wil asked the question he feared the most, his tone and features tightly coiled. “Is it him you want?”
The woman sighed heavily. “Brody does those things to bug you, Colonel. It has nothing to do with me.”
“Like shit...answer the question.”
She rolled her eyes. “No.”
“....Are you sure?” Wil had to know, he had to be certain.
“Hey...I flirt with him because you flirt with women too.” Calli’s temper flared.
“I do fucking not.”
“Do too!” She snapped right back. Did he think she was blind and what about old Major Miriam Myers. Did he forget about that skank?
“I ...do...not!” Forbes snapped irritably. “Sometimes the ladies will come around, sure. This is a base full of men and women, Calli. Shit crops up but since you? I never come on to any of them. I’m polite and I listen then, I come find you. And that’s what I want to do.”
“What about Major Miriam Meyers?”
“What about her?” Forbes spread his hands. “I haven’t even spoken to her in days! Calli, I don’t take you for granted. I know there are other men that are attracted to you. But, that shouldn’t even be an issue between us if what we feel for one another is real and right...should it?”
“I don’t know about issues. I only know that Major Miriam Meyers has her cap set for your smarmy ass and she fits with you and I don’t. That’s what I know.”
“You’re a real nut case...do you know that?” Forbes questioned, his patience at an end. “You’re okay with me hooking up with Smarmy Ass but not you? Do you think Annie would approve of Smarmy Ass but not you, is that how your mind works, when it works???”
“Don’t you take that tone with me.” Calli’s own tone suggested that was not the way to go. “I wouldn’t move in with you if you were the last man on this planet.”
“As far as you’re concerned?” ‘The man’ put his foot down with a resounding ‘boom’. “I am. And you will move in here. We will go to that dump of an apartment, we’ll haul your things over here and that will be...that! Got it?”
Calli’s brows lifted. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” Forbes wasn’t going to back down. “Now, we do this the easy way ...or not. You’re choice.”
“Are you threatening me?” the woman was beside herself for such audacity.
“No threat, baby...it’s a promise.”
“You even think about touching my things and I will...”
“I’ll touch your god-damned things, any time I god-damned want.” he jerked the sheet from her hands, his stare taking in her ‘things’ and lower. “They belong to me. And why the hell are you so bent out of shape? You’ve never even unpacked your precious ‘things.’ And do you know why?”
“I’m getting to it, damnit?” the woman defended her life choices staunchly, tugging determinedly on the sheet.
“I’ll tell you why...because you’ve never had a real home. You live from one mission to the next. That’s gonna change...” he threw the fucking sheet on the floor.
“You aren’t my boss...I can do or not do...what I want?”
“I am your fucking boss, you idiot. I’m your CO...and you will do exactly what I tell you to do.”
“In what fucking Universe, you big ape!”
“You will, or I’ll rip that damned pillow off you...tie you to this fucking bed and fuck you until you see reason. And don’t you think for one minute...I won’t...or can’t...do it.”
“I like my apartment. This place sucks...it’s always clean and orderly and I hate it and I hate you!”
“Then mess it the hell up...you’re moving in.” the man’s tone was furious, his blood high, his body coiled and tense. He grasped her small wrist, and his belt from the night stand, executing a rather impressive commando move all in one, swift act.
Calli was deposited on her back, the breath taken from her body, the man’s form hovered above, as he expertly wrapped the belt into a makeshift bond.
Calli blew her hair from her eyes, her mouth agape, her senses stunned momentarily.
Wil looked down on the flushed, angry face, a flick of his hand tightening the strap securely.
“...Well, if this is not the most juvenile thing you have ever done!” she realized her predicament, her anger fueled nicely for the fact. “If you don’t release me...let me up...”
“What the fuck you going to do about it?” he asked sarcastically, shoving his naked thigh between the warm silk of hers.
She looked into the blue eyes, finding his mood matched hers.
Calli took a moment to assess the situation.
Her lovely breast heaved with indignation. Which caught the Marine’s gaze.
Forbes caressed the luscious peaks straining and pert, shifting an amorous stare. That stare traveled the length of her nudity, downward, over the flat stomach to the apex of her freshly shaven mound, to the shapely legs and tiny feet.
Then took a similar route back to the livid face.
“You just better let me go.” she warned.
“Oh, you’re going to ‘go’ baby.” the man set his mind. “Like you’ve never ‘gone’ before.” his tone promised as much, as did the intentness of those blue eyes.
Calli pulled angrily on the immoveable strap. “This hurts me!”
“You know what they say.” the man leaned, taking a pink nipple between his teeth, nipping sharply, causing the woman to cry out her shock and dismay, but then, he suckled the pain away. “There’s a fine line between pain...and pleasure.”
His hot breath wafted over the puckered peak, causing Calli to whimper piteously.
“Let’s explore that territory, what’d ya say?” he flexed the muscles of his thigh, moving her thighs wider apart, his fingers skimming over the slick surface of her vulva, his middle digit entering her roughly, thrusting heatedly into the steamy heat of her tunnel.
The man looped the end of the belt about the head boards rails, tucking it tightly.
He arose, scooting down the beautiful body, trailing hot kisses in his wake. The man stopped along the scenic path to mark places of interest.
Calli squirmed about, tugging on the strap to no avail. "I hate you! I fucking h-hate you!"
Wil caught her hips in a firm grip, kneeing his way between the heated valley, his head bowing.
The woman mewled brokenly as his lips covered her clit, suckling ravenously, the wet, experienced organ probing, searching out weaknesses and finding them.
His palms slid beneath her bottom, lifting her into his administrations, his tongue diving deep into the recesses of that tight pussy over and over until she cried out her release.
It took only a few concentrated moments of determined effort on the man’s part.
Forbes raised, taking his cock in hand. He shoved the head past the tiny opening, easing hurriedly up the convulsing slide, grunting his growing involvement. “Yeah, take it all...open for me, baby.” his breath was coming in shallow, whispery gasps. “Make me cum hard for you.”
Calli turned her face but his fingers caught her cheeks, bringing her mouth back under his influence. His tongue probed the delicious depths hungrily. “I want to fill you full of my cream. Don’t want to waste a drop. It’s all for you.”
Forbes kissed her senseless, the pressure building inside his own body by degrees each time he pumped into the steamy recesses into which he dwelled. “Do you want it?” he rasped shakily. “Tell me how much...”
Calli moaned weakly, lifting to his lunges. His hands covered her breasts to stop the violent movements his actions were causing. He squeezed and kneaded the heavy mounds zealously.
“Show me you want me.” the Marine grated his growing ardor and zeal.
The woman responded instantly, her blood heating in her veins. The sounds of torture escaping her throat heightening the man’s sexual awareness of the voluptuous body beneath his.
“I’m so hot for you, angel.” he told the truth. “Open for me...”
Wil felt the tiny hole contracting, convulsing. “Make me feel welcomed.”
Calli...obeyed orders, every part of her mind and soul crying out for this man’s possession.
William Forbes graciously...shared himself.
