The Invisible Man
It’s rare in Afghanistan that any military operator sleeps like the dead, but Lucky does. Grim knows that from the time he’s spent camping in the desert with her during recon missions with his unit.
She’s the only female operator in their little part of the world. It’s why she has the only single dwelling on their base. It’s nothing more than a glorified storage unit with a door that locks and a small window, but it’s where she can sleep safely without the fear of someone creeping into her bed.
Until tonight.
It doesn’t take Grim more than a second to pick the lock. He feels the tumblers click against the rake as he twists the tension wrench a millimetre, and the damn thing pops open like the piece of shit it is.
There’s a low whistle close to the parameter, Howler on patrol he assumes from the Ed Sheeran song. It doesn’t stop him. Getting caught has never been a problem, not since he was part of The Hollow Man Project in his early twenties. His participation in the experiment had left him with the ability to turn invisible for a few hours, which is plenty of time to get what he needs done.
The enemy never sees him coming, and in this case neither will she.
He sets the lockpick down on her footlocker at the base of the single bed before he closes the door gently behind him, relieved that his bare ass is out of the Afgan chill.
His gaze rakes over her sleeping form, one arm thrown up over her head, the other across her stomach. Her loose hair fans like sunshine across the khaki pillow and he reaches out, his fingertips smoothing the silky strands away from her cheek as he stares down at her.
She looks so vulnerable in this moment, so soft. Nothing like the reputation that precedes her out in the field.
Ruthless, smart, bloody.
He pulls away and she sighs, tilting her face towards him, her pert pink mouth barely an inch away from his leaking cock. Her breath ghosts over him and he thinks about tracing his dick over those sensuous lips, smearing them with pre-cum before he forces his way inside. The idea of her waking up with his cock in her mouth makes his dick twitch but not as much as the taste of her pussy.
It’s the one thing that every man on this base coverts, and the one thing none of them will ever have.
His hand grips the blanket, bundling it in in his fist, dragging it down her body. She’s wearing a cropped, faded grey Rangers t-shirt and white cotton panties that ride high, framing that pretty little cunt.
His fingertip traces lightly over the shape of her clit, his eyes focusing the rise and fall of her chest, the way her nipples strain against the fabric of the t-shirt, standing to attention. His other hand cups her breast, kneading it, his thumb tracing over the pert bud, rolling it against his forefinger.
He can already taste her arousal in the air, feel it smearing across his fingertips as he strokes up and down her slit. His fingers hook on the damp underwear, gently guiding it down her thighs before he presses it to his face. She smells like heaven, sweet with that musky scent that’s all woman.
He wraps the panties around his cock, his gaze locked on her cunt as he begins to rock his hips into his fist. It glistens in the moonlight that filters in through the slats of the blinds above the bed as he swipes his fingertips through the wetness bringing it up to his mouth. Her flavour bursts on his tongue and his hand starts to glide faster up his dick, his own juices mingling with hers, staining the panties.
It’s still not enough, that cunt it’s beckoning to him, begging to be filled.
He grips the panties in his fist as he climbs onto the bed with her, the mattress shifting with his weight. She stirs at the motion, but Grim doesn’t care. She won’t be able to see him when she wakes up, but he’ll make sure she feels him.
He settles between her thighs, his dick caressing her folds, her slick coating him as he drapes himself over her body, caging her in. His cock notches at her entrance, the tip slipping inside. She clenches around him, and he lets out a hoarse groan that vibrates through his chest at the sensation.
Her eyes flicker open, blurry and disoriented and that’s when he uses two fingers to jam the panties between her lips, thrusting them into the confines of her mouth. His large hand grasps her wrists, pinning them together above her head as she jerks against him, biting down on the fabric between her teeth as he eases the rest of the way inside her warm cunt. Her walls grasp him like a velvet fist, squeezing around him as he dips his head low, his breath in her ear.
“You’re gonna lie there and take it like a good girl aren’t you, Lucky?” He whispers, his teeth nipping at the lobe.
But Lucky never been a good girl, that’s makes her so good at her job and Grim counts on that because he likes a little spice with his sugar. She tries to wrench herself out of his grasp, to kick him but he holds firm, his hips canting, plunging inside of her, stealing away her resistance. Her body arches unwillingly when he hits that sweet spot, her hard nipples grazing his bare chest through the t-shirt as her back bows.
Like any good sniper, he homes in on his target. Hips snapping forward, striking that filthy little place, over and over again until her breath becomes ragged and her cheeks starts to flush. There’s panic in those wild green eyes of hers because she’s right there at the precipice, tensing around his cock and there’s no way to stop the ecstasy that tears its way through her body.
His mouth covers hers as she comes, tongue teasing over fabric in her mouth as he buries himself deep, spilling his own release in hot, white spurts that paint her insides with him. He pumps his hips, fucking it deeper before he slumps against her, releasing her wrists. Her calloused palms smooth over the scars etched into his back as he tugs the underwear from her mouth, tossing them onto the floor.
“That was hot as fuck.” She whispers, her nose trailing along his, seeking out his mouth.
He may be invisible but there isn’t a part of him that she doesn’t know by touch alone after a year together in this hell hole.
“Was it everything you fantasised about?” He murmurs against her jaw, leaving a trail of heated kisses in his wake.
“Better.” She responds, her fingers combing through his dirty blond hair. “Thank you for indulging me.”
“I would do anything for you.” He says with a teasing lilt. “Even sneak into your room in the middle of the night and use my super-secret military superpower to fuck you the shit out of you.”
“It still makes me laugh that you just wander around the base naked at night.” Lucky smiles as he eases out of her, starring down at the cum leaking out from between her thighs.
Bodily fluids like semen, blood, tears they don’t disappear like the rest of him which is why he has to be very careful not to get dinged when he’s in this condition. He slides broad form into the space alongside her, his arm looping around her waist, gathering her up close.
“When will you be able to turn back?” She asks as she takes his dogtags from underneath her pillow. Her fingertips skate over his throat as she feels her way to the back of his neck, securing the clasp in place. They hang against his chest over the light dusting of hair, the only visual evidence that he exists in this bed with her.
“It usually takes a couple of hours.” He replies drowsily, his legs tangling with hers as she rearranges the blanket over the both of them. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Good.” She mumbles, nestling in against him, her ear coming to rest over the space where his heart beats in his chest. “Because the next time you fuck me, I want to be able to see your face.”
