Sink With Me

“I thought you said we were going to get food.” She groans, wrapping her fingers along the edge of the desk. Pulling the cigar from my mouth, I let a thin layer of smoke drift between our bodies. A wicked grin pulls at the corner of my mouth, at the shiver that wracks her body from my fingers dipping into the waist of her pants.

“I am.”

“Caspian…” she murmurs in that fucking addicting breathless whisper as I place the stick back into my mouth and raise my hand to join the other, successfully ripping her pants down her legs to the point her arse almost falls off the desk. Her thighs clamp together as a low growl vibrates behind my cigar and my teeth sink into the wrapper making the rich tobacco coat my tongue while forcing her legs back open.

“I need a shower.”

“I’m not a picky eater. Now tell me, have you ever smoked before?” My words come out muffled with smoke forming from my lips. I hope I’ve erased any doubts in her head because if she denies me the gorgeous sight of her dripping on my desk, then I might just lose my fucking mind. She shakes her head.

Good. This’ll be fun and I can make it quick.

I draw in a deep puff while curling my finger for her to come closer. Now that I have her, I can make up for all her twisted mistakes while I fix that pretty little head of hers. By the end of it all, all she’ll be able to think about is me. That’s a lie. She’ll be able to think of her own accord, but I like to imagine it’ll only be of us. My hand curls around her jaw and I squeeze the skin forcing her lips to part as I pull her lips to mine.

My cock strains against my zipper at the sight of her, so willing and open for me, but I can take care of that later. We’re on a time crunch after all. Her mouth breaks away from mine with a cough and I curl my fingers deeper into her cheeks, feeling the grooves of her teeth through the flesh, with a shake of my head.

“Ah, ah. little siren. Hold it in your mouth until I tell you to let it out.”

I take another drag before crushing my mouth against hers, letting the smoke funnel into her cheeks until she closes her lips again.

“Hold it.” I bite out, pushing the butt between her fingers so my hands are free to wrap around her legs, holding her in place. Her thighs shimmer in the yellow hues of the room brightening her perfect tan. I drag my tongue through her slick folds. She tastes fucking amazing despite everything she’s been through. Now I’m fully convinced she is a siren. Shifting into the product of my dreams. Can such a dangerous creature be a savior?

She whimpers. The smoke funnels from her nose blurring her flushed features and hooded eyes. I love it when she’s in control but not as much as when she submits. Pulling her clit into my mouth, I drag my teeth over the sensitive bundle until she’s squirming and I release it with a pop.

“I didn’t say let it out. Take another.”

Her hand trembles as she brings it back to her mouth and sucks the stick until the ember glows. Groaning against her dripping cunt I imagine it’s her eager mouth around my cock instead.

“Good girl.” I murmur as I dive back in, spearing my tongue into her sweet cunt, silently counting to forty-five in my head. Her hips buck while she grinds her clit against my face with her trembling thighs in my tight grasp. Her body has always responded to mine like she was fucking made for me. Adding a finger, her velvet heat clenches around the digit, urging me to add another as my tongue circles her clit.

“Breathe.” I murmur into her skin and a puff of gray falls into the air as her head tilts back with a broken moan. “Fuck, you’re going to come already, aren’t you?” I taunt, replacing my fingers with my tongue, repeating the motion until I wrap back around her clit.

Something falls from her lips, sounding like a hoarse call of my name jumbling with incoherent words. Curling my fingers, I hit the spot that has her arching her hips off the desk and those sweet whimpers fall from her mouth, bouncing off every exquisite piece of furniture in the room.

“Take one more for me, love.”

She shakes her head, so I slow my ministrations, dragging my tongue over her swollen bud at a torturous pace.

“Trust me.” I whisper, placing a gentle kiss on her thigh, then moving to the other, slowly pumping her pulsating cunt. Her hand trembles as she brings it back to her mouth, making me growl in approval. Doubling my efforts, I lap at her pussy like a starved man, wrapping my arm around her thigh until my hand is resting on her abdomen so I can feel how each muscle tenses. She’s so close. I would love to draw this out and bend her over this desk until her nails are chipping into the wood, but I’ll have to save that for another day.

“That’s it, love. Come for me.”

I quickly place my mouth to her heat, diving my tongue in with my thumb flicking at her bud just as she releases her breath with a loud cry of my name. Fucking perfect. Her legs shake and her hands move to my shoulders where the ember singes at my shirt until it breaks through and kisses at my skin. I’ll gladly wear any mark she places on my flesh as long as I get to see her face screwed in pleasure and her body pulled taunt for the rest of my life. Every drop she spills onto my tongue streaks into my stubble and down my neck. Slowly, I drag my tongue through her lips, easing her off her climax as she pants for air and quickly pulls her hands away.

My shoulder’s long past numb so I don’t know why she’s in such a hurry now.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” She pants the words frantically pushing the cigar into the stone ashtray with uneven eyesight. Leaning back in my chair, the leather creaks below my weight as I adjust my throbbing cock in my pants.

“You know I love your marks.”

“You’re sick.”

I grin and she narrows her eyes while hopping from the desk with wobbling legs as she shifts her pants back on, not even bothering with the underwear. When will she start letting me be a gentleman for her? She throws the lace at my face and my laugh erupts. I love it when she’s mad, but I love it even more when it’s taken out on me. I place the white fabric in my drawer beside my cigars and her picture. Old habits die hard.

The door slams, pulling me from my trance and I take off at long strides to catch up. She stomps with her hand on the wall like a fawn learning how to walk. I can imagine the smoke funneling from my little siren’s ears as she storms down the corridor. Rubbing my thumb to my bottom lip with a small chuckle while she slams our quarters’ door in my face.

Someone’s cranky. I wanted to be mad at her after it all, honestly, but I couldn’t. She holds my ocean in her eyes and my heart in her palms. We’re soldiers. As bad as the betrayal hurt, I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same as her. I’m trained well enough to know the way she looks at me isn’t hate. It stopped being disgusted a little while after she started staying here. I was preoccupied with her enough to lose track of where she came from, but that was my fault. I’ve always been able to admit to my mistakes, but she’s never been one of them.

Pushing my palm against the door, the soft thump of water hitting the tiles pulls me in the direction. Someone must’ve changed their mind on the bath. I’ll make up for it tomorrow. I don’t regret a second of our time together and I never will. She’s stuck with me now, bound to fight by my side forever.