11. Ace
11
ACE
Having just gotten home, speeding to get there while trying not to get pulled over, I breathe an enormous sigh of relief as I close my front door behind me. I’m so fucking hard for Sheri it’s painful. And all I can do about it is talk about what I want to do to her on the phone.
I’d far rather not have to take care of this alone, but I’ll take what I can get. Since I’m out the door in a few hours, a bout of hot phone sex will have to do.
“Um, Ace, you still there? You’ve gone awfully quiet.”
“Yeah, sorry. Just let myself into my place quickly. And besides, I was a little lost in my imagination there.” Her breathless giggle makes me smile. “I’m headed for the bedroom as we speak. You naked for me, babe?”
“Um– yes...”
My brain offers up an image of a naked Sheri, beneath me, gazing up at me as if I’m her sole focus. I’m already so hard at the idea of what we’re about to do, and that isn’t helping. I’m pressed up so hard against my zipper it’s painful, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find its pattern imprinted in my skin.
“Tell me, Ace. Why is it we end up having some form of sex every time you’re about to head out on a mission?”
“Huh. I hadn’t thought of that. Good question. Maybe something to hold us over until I can come back home? An intimate goodbye? Damned if I know.”
My socks and boots are now successfully removed, and I groan as I lower the offending zipper, relief flooding through me at the release of pressure. I can’t yank my pants and boxer briefs down or rip my shirt and T-shirt off fast enough. Once I’m fully naked, I settle back on my bed.
“Did you know I dream of you at night?” I didn’t mean to blurt the words out, but they’re out there now. I’ve shared one of my secrets with her, and I can feel her quiet gasp right in the crotch.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“And what exactly do you dream about?”
“Touch yourself for me. Let me hear you pleasure yourself; close your eyes and I’ll tell you all about it.”
I hear her draw a sharp breath, can almost feel her response to my words. Closing my eyes, I allow myself to picture making love with Sheri — just like the last time. And as the memory plays in my mind like a movie, I reach out and wrap my hand around my raging hard-on, pretending it’s hers and not my own.
“Honey, you keep disappearing. You still there?”
“I am. I just keep getting lost in my head — thoughts of you and what I’d love to do to that hot little body of yours.”
“You’re killing me here. Tell me what you’re thinking.” Her voice drops. “I’m tugging my nipples, my eyes tightly closed, imagining you touching yourself, and I’m hot just thinking about it.”
“Damn, babe. Yes. And that’s how I keep getting lost in my own thoughts. Imagining it in crystal clear detail.”
“ Tell me .”
Keeping the strokes nice and slow, I do as asked. “Every time I take my hard cock in my hand I see your face. Like right now, with just your words you’ve made me harder. As I’m stroking myself, I’m imagining being there with you, watching you touch yourself.
“I think about how much I want to eat your hot little pussy — how amazing it would be to slide my tongue deep inside you and fuck you with nothing more than that. Imagining how amazing it would be to feel you come all over my face as you scream my name.”
“Holy shit, Ace.”
“You wet for me yet, sweet cheeks?”
“You better believe it.” Her breathless reply has me tightening my grip and my hand moving faster. “Just listening to you makes me so damn hot.”
“Are you rubbing yourself?”
“Yes. I have my fingers in my pussy, rubbing my clit, and all I can think about is your tongue buried deep inside me.”
“Jesus, Sher. How the hell are you real? That’s so fucking hot I feel like I’m coming out of my skin here.”
“I’m so damn close, I’d rather you just come.”
Despite laughing out loud at her unexpected declaration, I’m warmed to my core that she’s so game for this. The huskiness in her voice is so sexy it should be outlawed. Not to mention it just ratchets my own desire up by about a thousand points.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Sheri’s soft gasps and moans makes me wish I was with her instead of lying on my bed alone.
I don’t know about any of my friends who have significant others, but for the second time in my career, I wish I didn’t have to leave on a mission. All because of this amazing woman.
“Ace, you better be about ready to go over because — aahhh — oh God, so good. Yeesss ...” A long, low moan has everything in me tightening.
“That’s it, my love, come for me. I’m right behind you.” Gritting my teeth, I feel my body tense ahead of my own orgasm. Just a couple more strokes has me coming, ropes of come splashing onto the naked skin of my stomach.
When the two of us manage to catch our breath, we talk for a little while before I notice, with deep regret, that time’s gotten away from me, and I need to get some shut-eye before catching my flight out.
“Sheri — I?—”
“I know. You’ve got to go.”
“Yeah, I do. I’m so sorry, sweet cheeks. I wish I didn’t have to.”
“Me too. But it’s your job. And you wouldn’t be you if it wasn’t.”
For long seconds I say nothing since I have no idea what to say.
“Thank you for understanding,” I eventually blurt out. Clearly hot phone sex has made mush of my brain.
“Ace.”
“Right here, baby.”
“I — I love you. I need you to be safe out there. Please come home to me. Please.” Sheri’s voice cracks on the last word, and I can tell from her breathing that she’s holding back tears.
“My sweet, sweet love. You know I can’t tell you I will — I wish with my whole heart that I could. The best I can do is promise to do everything in my power to make it back. Coming home to you is all the motivation I need. I love you.”
Sheri clears her throat. “Since it’s the best you can offer me, I’ll take it. Safe travels and happy hunting.”
Our goodbyes said, I hang up with a heavy heart. Getting up, I head for the shower. Time to get packed so I can grab a couple hours of sleep before heading back to base. When I’m done, I set an alarm and crawl under the covers.
I employ every technique I’ve ever learned, and it still takes forever to fall off to sleep, thoughts of Sheri swirling around my brain. And when I do eventually drift off, it feels like mere seconds have passed before my alarm wakes me again.
Bleary-eyed and cranky, I sit nursing my jumbo to-go mug of home-brewed coffee as we wait for our plane to take off. I’m not big on the fussy coffees from popular outlets — the ones Sheri and Leila love to spoil themselves with. Well, Sheri spoils herself; Leila lives for that store-bought crap.
The plane rumbles to life, and we brace for the bumpy ride that is take off. Once we’re in the air and the noise has settled down to mildly deafening, Merlin starts our briefing. Meant to be a simple extraction — a quick in-and-out mission — we make notes as best we can hurtling through the air in a tin-can rattletrap. When he utters the words simple extraction and quick in and out, a collective groan goes up.
Those are the ones the usually go to hell in the blink of an eye. It’s always the “easy” ones.
This occasion though, we are literally in and out. By the time we reach our destination, the high value target is long gone. Frustrated, tired, and irritable as hell, we board the bird we’d left barely four hours ago, ready to head back home.
Impact is jarring as the pilot puts the plane down on home soil and, despite how uncomfortable it is, I’ve never been happier to be home. The doors open, and we disembark to a night sky, the bright lights of the airstrip and night duty personnel hurrying around to get the carrier readied for its next flight.
As I make my way over to my vehicle, all I can think about is going home to crash for a few hours and then how best to surprise Sheri. The first grin in hours spreads across my face, because I’m home in time to still make our weekend away. And man, do I intend to make the most of that time away.