Chapter 8
My heart hammers in my throat. Emilio’s hand clamps down on my shoulder, his fingers digging in. I can feel his whole body go rigid beside me.
Never in a million years would I have expected this.
Not even in my dirtiest fantasies. Never would I have thought that Kade, the cocky alpha, the one who’s always so perfect and in control, would be bent over a log taking it up the ass.
And from Yassir, of all people. Quiet, serious Yassir, who’s always so by the book.
But there’s nothing quiet about him now. He’s pounding into Kade with brutal intensity, his hips slapping against Kade’s ass, grunting with the effort.
“Take it,” he growls with a particularly deep thrust.
And Kade does take it. More than that. He begs for it. He looks over his shoulder, and in the moonlight, I can see the blissed-out, desperate look on his face. “Harder, fucker,” he pants. “Give me everything you’ve got. Make me feel it for a week.”
“Yeah?” Yassir’s hand slides up Kade’s spine, grips the back of his neck. “You want the whole squad wondering why you’re walking funny?”
“Fuck yes.”
Yassir slams into him, making him cry out. “Greedy bastard. You’re a slut for this cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Kade whimpers, shoving back against him. “God, yes. I’m your slut, Yas. Harder.”
What in the actual fuck?
My mind can barely process what I’m seeing, and I don’t know what’s more shocking—the fact that they’re doing this at all, or the fact that Kade is submitting so completely to Yassir.
The power dynamic is the complete opposite of what it is in camp.
Out here, in the moonlight, Yassir is in charge, and Kade is at his mercy.
And it’s hot. So fucking hot. My dick is leaking, precum soaking through the front of my pants. I ache to pull it out, to stroke myself in rhythm with Yassir’s thrusts, but I’m too scared to move.
Beside me, Emilio is breathing hard. His eyes are glued to the scene in front of us. His hand slides off my shoulder and down to my crotch, giving my hard dick a squeeze through the fabric.
A moan escapes before I can stop it, and I slap a hand over my mouth. Yassir and Kade are too lost in their own world to notice, but Emilio looks at me and grins. There’s something wild in his expression I’ve never seen before.
Fuck. Emilio is getting off on this, too. Watching our squadmates go at it like animals in the wild. It’s turning him on as much as it’s turning me on.
His hand stays on my crotch, rubbing me through my pants. I reach for him, working the buttons on his fly, pulling out the cock that was in my mouth just a few minutes ago. Wrapping my hand around him, I feel him pulse against my palm. He’s hard as steel.
“Shit,” he whispers as I start to stroke him, my thumb smearing the precum over the tip. “Look at them go.”
Yeah. I can’t look away. The sight of Yassir’s cock disappearing into Kade’s ass over and over again in a frantic, punishing rhythm, the look of pure ecstasy on both their faces. It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever seen.
My mind reels. How long has this been going on?
Since we got here? Is that why they were so slow today—too busy fucking to find their checkpoints?
Is this what happens when you stick six guys together, away from everything familiar, pushing them to their physical and mental limits for weeks with no release?
Whatever the reason, one thing’s clear: I’m not the only one. I’m not broken or the freak I thought I was. We’re all a bunch of horny, repressed soldiers out here in the middle of nowhere, finding ways to get what we need.
“Breed me,” Kade gasps. “Fucking breed me, Yas.”
“Yeah? You want me to fill this hole?” Yassir slaps him hard on the ass, the sound cracking through the night. “Want my cum dripping out of you all day tomorrow?”
“Fuck yes—”
“Greedy. Fucking. Slut,” Yassir grunts, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. “You love getting fucked like this, don’t you? Love taking my big Arab dick up your ass, huh?”
“God, yes,” Kade moans. “Use me. Use my hole. Fill it with your fucking cum.”
“You’re gonna—nngh—be leaking my load during PT tomorrow.” Yassir’s breathing hard between words. “Every squat you do, you’re gonna feel—ahh—my cum dripping out of you.” He’s close. I can tell by the way he’s starting to lose rhythm, the way his thrusts get shorter, more erratic.
Emilio and I now have each other’s dicks out, stroking them in sync with the live porn show we’re watching. The slap of Yassir’s balls against Kade’s ass echoes through the clearing, so loud I’m half worried someone back at camp will hear it.
“Fuck,” Emilio whispers in my ear. “I wanna do that to you.”
My dick throbs in his hand. “What?”
“I wanna bend you over and fuck you like that.” He twists his wrist on the upstroke. “Make you beg for it.”
I stare at my friend. He’s grinning that wild grin again. I’ve awakened something in him. Sweet, well-behaved Emilio is gone, replaced by a hungry wolf.
“Would you let me, Adrian?” he asks, his eyes glinting. “Would you let me fuck you?”
It should scare me. The idea of taking a cock up the ass should be terrifying. I’ve thought about it, of course, in the darkest parts of my mind. But it was always a forbidden fantasy. Something I’d never actually do.
But now, watching Yassir pound into Kade, seeing the pleasure on both their faces, the thought of Emilio doing the same to me doesn’t scare me. It makes my asshole clench. Makes me leak fresh precum into his fist.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I’d let you. I’d let you do anything.”
He lets out a low growl, his hand squeezing my cock harder. “Next chance we get, I’m gonna bend you over just like that. Gonna make you—”
“Who’s there?!”
Yassir freezes mid-thrust, his voice cutting through our whispered conversation.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Emilio and I scramble back into the ferns, tucking our dicks away with fumbling hands. Leaves rustle as we try to make ourselves as small as possible.
“I said, who’s there?” Yassir pulls out of Kade with a wet sound. His cock bobs in the moonlight, hard, slick, and angry-looking.
Kade scrambles upright, yanking up his pants. “What is it?”
“I heard something,” Yassir says, scanning the trees. “Over there.” He points straight at our hiding spot. “Whoever’s there, you better show yourself before I come over there and drag you out.”
Emilio and I hold our breaths, crouched in the darkness. My heart’s pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird.
“You’re imagining things,” Kade says, holding his pants up with one hand. “It was probably just a raccoon or something.”
“I don’t think so,” Yassir says, taking a step toward the ferns. “It sounded human.”
“Yas, get back here and finish what you started,” Kade whines. “I’m so fucking close, man.”
Yassir’s not listening. He takes another step, then another, getting closer. He moves with that quiet intensity I’ve seen on the training ground. All focus and purpose. If our situation wasn’t so fucked, I’d find it extremely hot. This dominant, feral side of him is doing things to me even now.
“Show yourself,” he calls out. “Don’t make this difficult.”
Emilio and I exchange a wide-eyed look. What do we do? If we run, he’ll hear us. If we stay, he’ll find us anyway.
“We’re fucked,” I mouth.
Emilio shakes his head. He takes a deep breath, then stands up, brushing dirt from his pants. I stare at him in horror. What the hell is he doing?
He steps out from behind the ferns, hands raised. “It’s just us,” he says. “Me and Adrian.”
Yassir stops dead in his tracks. His gaze flicks from Emilio to me, still crouched in the ferns, then back to where Kade is frantically trying to do up his belt.
I have no choice. I stand up and join Emilio, my hands raised in surrender. “Sorry, guys. We didn’t mean to… uh… interrupt.”
Kade lets out a string of curses, turning his back on us and scrubbing a hand over his face. He looks so different from the cocky soldier I know. Right now, he looks like a guy who got caught with his pants down. Literally.
Yassir, on the other hand, recovers quickly. He tucks himself back in, fastens his pants, and crosses his arms over his chest. “You tell anyone about this, and I swear to God—”
“We won’t,” Emilio says quickly. “We won’t say anything.”
“And why would we believe that?” Kade adds, turning back around.
“Because,” I say, finding my voice, “we’ve got our own secrets.”
Yassir’s eyes narrow. “What kind of secrets?” He looks from Emilio to me, a slow understanding dawning on his face. He takes in our disheveled appearance and connects the dots. “Wait a minute.”
“Why do you think we came out here?” Emilio says with a new confidence in his voice. “To go bird-watching?”
Yassir’s lips curve into a slow grin. He looks over at Kade, who’s still staring at us like we’re ghosts. “Well, well. Looks like we’re not the only ones letting off some steam.”
“So it seems,” Emilio says.
Yassir’s grin widens. That dominant side of him, the one I’ve only just discovered, comes out to play. He steps forward, closing the distance until he’s standing right in front of Emilio.
“Then get to it,” he says, looking from Emilio to me. “Show us.”