In His Sights (Don't Tell) (6 page)

“Two more fingers.”

“I’m gonna come if you do that again.” He inhaled and pushed out, making my entry easy.

“I’ll lick it up.”

Mayce guided my lips to his, mashing our cocks together as I added the last finger. He gasped when my third knuckle breached. His velvety grip compressed around me.

“If you do that on my cock, you’ll light me off in a second.”

“Good. I won’t be the only one.”

I pulled out, licking the pre-come that slithered down the side of his shaft. The thick length bounced against my lips as I leaned back, searching for a condom.

He heard the crinkle of latex I stretched above my engorged length.

Flinging it aside, he poised my cock at his entry. “Don’t. I’m clean. I…I trust you to take care of me.”

Being bare inside him was the biggest gift he could give me. It was also such a turn-on I had a hard time controlling myself when it came time to slide inside, but I wouldn’t squander it, no matter how much I wanted to come. My cockhead butted against him. His abs tensed, thighs flexed.

“I’ll just give you a little.” My eyesight narrowed on the pursed and pleasured pucker grasping my tip.

“Don’t be gentle. I need it, Hawke. I need you.”

I sank slightly inside, my neck cranking back with the first uninhibited push. “More?”

“Give it to me.”

I slathered more lube over my length, fingering his hole open when I withdrew. The prolonged agony of taking Mayce’s virginity had me on tenterhooks. My fingers clenched, my toes curled. I rose up on my hands and knees so our only point of contact was my cock entering him.

Sweat dripped off of me and he smoothed my hair back from my face. I sank inside to the hilt when he relaxed and gasped, and
Oh Jesus fucking Christ
, he trapped me within the deepest reaches of his body. His shaft rose to my belly, turgid and so stimulated it turned ruddy. I didn’t touch anything but his parted thighs, too overcome to even move.

“I can come, just like this, because of you.”

His stomach streaked with strained muscles. “Don’t. Not yet. Fuck me, baby.”

His velvety vise throbbed and pulsed around me. I couldn’t help myself, I rutted into him hard. I wasn’t the only one who lost control. Mayce bore up on his elbows and the soles of his feet, joining me with each ravenous thrust. His eyes clamped closed, desire painted with heightened color across his cheeks.

“Can you look at me?”

He shook his head but opened his eyes. Those huge irises turned green-black with desire and surprise.

“I’m honored you let me in.” I fell on him, groaning when he wrapped his arms and legs around me.

The miseries and reality of war were grueling, beginning to take their toll. I needed him as much as the next breath to my lungs, the next solid lunge of my cock. For the first time, this wasn’t just an outpouring of unquenchable lust. It was more.

I took Mayce through shallow paces and deep hard rhythms, listening to his voice crack and cry out.

“I’m in you now.” My low whisper was said against the side of his neck.

His mouth opened in a great silent howl of bodily pleasure and soul-filled pain.

“I am in you.” My hips struck hard and I rammed as deep as I could go. I wanted so far inside of Mayce he’d never be rid of me.

He clenched around me, drawing my orgasm up and out with a shout to the heavens. “
Ah!
Fuck!”

Releasing with force, I filled him. Mayce’s cock danced as his come sprayed our stomachs. Voiceless, breathless, boneless, I fell on top of him. He directed my gaze between his thighs where my come streaked out in long, stretchy loops.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned. “That’s hot.”

“Feels hot.”

“Jesus. You’re killing me, babe.”

He rolled me to my side and hooked a leg across mine. He guided my chin up, whispering, “I’m not killing you. Not this time. Never again.”

The soft press of his lips on mine made me collapse against him.

“You got something else for me to eat something besides your dick?”

I punched him in the chest. “How the hell are you so energetic? I just fucked you into the ground.”

Mayce threw his arms around me in a rough embrace. “You make me feel good.” Falling back, he rubbed his stomach shamelessly, a stomach that growled loudly.

I hardly had the strength to move, but I dragged my pack over. I pulled out food. He pushed his flask to my parched lips while I fed him as much as he would take.

“Jesus. Are they not feeding you in there?” I asked.

“Rations aren’t what they used to be. And considering they used to consist of meat paste on stale bread, that’s saying something.”

I laughed for a moment before concern for his welfare seeped in. “I want you to take care of yourself.”

Mayce brushed me off, gruff and bristling.

“No. Don’t you turn away from me. Promise me to keep your eyes open, and how do you say it? Make sure someone always has your six.”

“That’d be Darwin.” His lips twisted in a wry smile. “The pain in the ass who tagged my heels when I tried to get to you the first time.”

“I was there, Mayce. I waited.”

“That makes it even worse. Two hours we lost?” Voice hollow, he crushed me to him. “You’ll do the same? Stay on point. Be safe?”

“For you.” I wouldn’t cry but I could barely speak. My teeth ground together with everything I wanted to say, but I had to believe this wasn’t our last chance. I imprinted his body, his scent, and every too-short moment we’d shared on my memory.

“I’ve got to get back to my barracks.”

“I know.” I dressed beside him, wishing the hour we’d just spent could multiply into many more.

“Until next time.” His warm lips moved across my face, ending with my mouth in a drawn-out kiss.

“Not the last time.” I let his hands go.

“Never that.”

I understood every twist of his features, every hard plain of his face when he touched me that final time, fingers lingering on my chest where my heart beat for him. I followed him to the gates of Alpha, the forbidding world that kept us apart.

Mayce left without another word, his backpack shouldered, his posture straight.

He left with a piece of me. I already missed my corpsman, my enemy, my lover.

My love.

C
HAPTER
F
OUR

M
AYCE

A month of covert hook-ups and close calls, stealing time with Hawke when and where I could, wasn’t enough. The Revolution was closing in on us. Every victory for the Corps and CO meant defeat to Hawke’s people, his Freelander family. I didn’t know what I fought for anymore. In fact, I tried to get out of as many root-’em-out, round-’em-up details as I could. In the barracks, at Corps Command with my fellow soldiers, I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth and resisted the increasing urge to pummel the fuck out of their faces for insulting a group of people they had no goddamn idea about. I hated myself for all the years I’d run my mouth the same way, with no regard for a way of life I’d never bothered to understand just because the CO told me so.

The sexual thrill of being with Hawke never waned—I could throw a boner just thinking about him—but our rare moments had become more than pounding fucks and sucking cock and getting off as quickly as possible. Shared intimacy wrapped us together, bonded us, brothers in arms who fought for opposite sides.

September was coming to a close and the heat of the day dipped as the night cooled. I’d found another hovel for this meet. Whether we went outside the walls or hid out in some deserted building in Alpha, danger and destruction and death always crept into our interludes. Tonight I only wanted to feel Hawke, his body against me, his gorgeous spirit swelling my chest with pride.

We sat together on another of my standard issue blankets. He reclined between my legs, his back against my chest. I kissed the nape of his neck, breathing in his clean scent. We’d just fucked, feeding the furious need to be together. Now we fed each other from his haul of fresh food. His arms looped around my thighs, hands tickling hairs, skimming up and down while I cut slices from a perfectly ripe apple. I glossed his lips with the crisp white flesh before letting him take a bite.

The potent combination of fruit and his lips glistening with juice was too much. I licked the shine away, tasting sweet apple and his pouty smile. “Ready for round two?”

“Not yet. I’m enjoyin’ how close you are to me. How open you feel.”

“I couldn’t be much more open after what you just did to me, gorgeous.” I hadn’t cleaned up after him. I wanted to feel him, keep his essence inside me, on me.

His soft chuckle shook his shoulders. Our weapons lay to the side, never touched around one another anymore. I’d turned off my D-P too, wanting silence and solitude, sanctuary no matter how dumpy and grungy this hellhole was.

His face turned to the side and I took in his handsome profile, the rugged features so different from what I was used to. Unique. Spirited. For tonight he was mine. I fed him the last bite, then wiped my fingers on my discarded shirt. Easing from behind Hawke, I lowered him down. As I leaned on my arm beside him, I rubbed his shoulders and caressed the deep and wide musculature of his chest. I watched as the last of his tension eased from his body.

I hadn’t said
I love you
since the night he showed up after Timmy’s death. That time it’d blurted been in the heat of the moment, when I was scared shitless. I’d never told Hawke how he affected me like an illegal drug to my inured system, dragging me from black and white to a life filled with his color.

“I love your hair, Hawke.” Twining the thin woven dreads in my fingers, I kissed his cheek.

That off kilter grin of Hawke’s turned my stomach upside-down. His hand trailed down the tight trail of hair from my belly button to pubic bush. “Oh yeah? I recall you sayin’ you thought I’d look more like a man if I shaved my mop top off.”

“I lied. There’s not a single goddamn unmanly thing about you.” I tucked my arm under his neck. Pretending we weren’t serious wasn’t cutting it for me anymore. This felt dangerous and scary. Thrilling. I couldn’t stop now. “I fucking love your eyes.” They were part steel and part mossy grass I used to play on when I was a kid. More silver than verdant when he was turned on, as he was now. More shimmering jade when he laughed…when I made him laugh.

His nipples contracted when my fingertips brushed over them, the hard pecs beneath flexing. I licked the cord of his neck up to his ear, breathing softly until chills rose on the strong column of his throat. “You’re a man. My man.”

I heard him swallow hard before his breath came out in a throaty moan. Dipping to sweep my lips across his, I continued down the middle of his chest. I licked along the deep-ridged muscles of his abs.

“What are you doin’ to me, Mayce?” His hands massaged my freshly shaved head and the feeling elicited the most erotic response I’d ever had to being handled in such a way.

Licking from one hip to the other, ignoring the thick length of his cock, I looked up. “Making love to you.” I captured his gaze. “I love you.”

“I know.”

His pelvis cradled mine when I swooped for his mouth. “Don’t be a schmuck.”

His hands framed my face and his eyes never deviated from mine. “I love you, Mayce. All of you, inside and out. Take me, fuck me.”

I broke out in a wide smile.

“You’re grinning.”

“Hell yeah! Am I not supposed to?” Reaching beneath, I cupped his ass. I jiggled his firm butt.

A heart-stopping expression skated over his face.

“What?” I lifted his legs to my hips, scattering kisses to his neck.

“I don’t bottom.”

My breath caught. “Just me? In here?” I tapped a finger to his entrance, the tender skin so wicked hot I wanted my cock surrounded by it.

“Yeah.” He exhaled, loosening, relaxing.

“You are so beautiful.” But no matter how much I wanted to make the moment last, I had to have his ass.

I draped his heavy thighs over my arms, pushing him up and open. A flush spread across his chest up to his cheekbones. His balls draped in front of my face and his cock leaked for what was to come.

“I’ll love you so good, gorgeous.” I pistoned his dick and sucked his sacs, riding the seam between the soft flesh with my tongue until he yelled out.

The taut bridge of his perineum led to a tight buttonhole. The sexy circle tightened more when I blew across it. I put my tongue on him before nearing that bunched tissue with a finger.

Hawke shifted below me, spreading his legs until tensed calves rested on my elbows.

“I see why you like this, ass-muncher.” I drilled a finger inside, chasing it with my tongue slicking everything until he was pink and perfectly opening up.

“Stop fuckin’ around.” Tendons on his thighs stood out. “Feels so good.”

“
Mmm.
” I lapped and sucked and used my teeth too. Slapping his ass, I gorged on the perfect bud getting ready to take my cock.

I lubed my dick, sidling closer on my knees until my shaft butted against his lifted trench. I rode Hawke from the outside, barebacking him until he hollered for me fuck the hell out of him.

Aware of my movements, Hawke snaked out to grab my wrist when I reached for a condom.

“No protection?” I asked.

He shook his head. “None. Just you and me.”

I lowered my chin to my chest, looking at him through half-mast eyes. “Don’t do this because you think you need to reciprocate.”

“I’m not. It’s not that. I’ve wanted you in me for so long, Mayce.” He reached up to kiss me languidly, murmuring lowly, “I know you’d never hurt me.”

My heart thump-thumped in my chest. I nodded as he lay back down. I slid my shaft around his entrance until it opened, accepting me. I drew my palm up his dick at the same time. My cockhead swelled once inside that restrictive ring of muscle, the tension sending tremors to my balls.

The pressure inside him was mind-blowing. I pressed my knees to the floor hoping the bite of pain would hold me back from ramming him like a fucking virgin. Four slow thrusts in and out later, I was buried all the way inside Hawke.