Chapter Ajaih #2
“Why are you here?” I probed.
“To secure a future for myself. To stay out the streets so I don’t meet the same fate as my father and brother—jail. I try to be professional, but the truth is… I see you. And I care about you more than I meant to.”
I didn’t speak; I didn’t ask any follow-up questions. I just sat there, my heart pounding furiously loud and fast against my chest.
“I think about you,” he went on, “At night when we’re lining up, when you're shouting cadence. When you're laughing under your breath after we go back and forth. No matter the setting, you take up space in my mind.”
Reaching over, my fingers brushing against his wrist, “Why didn’t you say anything before now? Is that why you always want to verbally joust with me?”
“No. I bother you because I can always expect a witty comeback full of feistiness. I can’t stop thinking about you because you’re a damn force, Ajaih. And I don’t want to mess with your focus or mine by introducing love so early in the life we’re building professionally.”
Love.
I was stunned into silence, but as our eyes met in the darkness, the tension between us said everything we couldn’t.
I leaned in slightly so that my forehead rested against his. “You’re not messing anything up,” I said, my lips mere inches from his. “You’re one of few people who makes me feel like I can breathe, even when you’re on my damn nerves.”
Closing the rest of the gap between us, our lips crashed into each other; there was nothing slow or tentative about this kiss.
It was urgent and filled with more questions than answers.
When Colson grabbed the back of my neck, deepening the kiss, it felt like exhaling after holding my breath for weeks.
We pulled back just enough to look at each other.
“You sure, Jeffries?” he asked, voice gravelly, lips brushing mine.
“Never more,” I confirmed, stealing a kiss.
“Follow me,” he ordered, grabbing my hand as we stood and headed to the old dorms that were no longer being used.
Picking the lock, Colson opened the door, my hand still in his as he led the way. The dorm was in pristine condition, just outdated. After quietly shutting and locking the door, we fell onto one of the bunks, careful not to make too much noise.
My breathing got heavier as Colson’s fingers laced with mine beneath the thin military-issued blanket. The room was still, and every sound, every breath, felt amplified in the solitude of this moment.
My eyes meeting his eyes, my voice a low murmur, “I want this, I want you.”
The moment cracked open.
Colson kissed me again, a soul-stirring kiss.
He was tasting my mouth like he’d been starving, and I was the answer to his hunger.
His hand slid along my side, tracing the curve of my waist and full hips, dipping beneath the hem of my sleep shirt.
I gasp softly as his warm, rugged palm touches my emblazoned skin, his fingertips trailing fire over my ribs, slowly dragging my sweats down my thick thighs.
“We have to be quiet,” I breathed, even as my hips arched toward him.
“I’ll keep you quiet,” he whispered against my lips, kissing down my neck, his mouth finding the soft spot just below my ear. Shivers worked up my spine, biting my lip to keep from moaning.
His hands moved lower, slow but purposeful, only stopping to guide us under the blanket. His body fit against me, muscle to muscle, heat to heat, nothing between us now but the thin layer of cotton between skin and desire.
I reached for his waistband, and he caught my wrist, not to stop me, but to meet my eyes.
“This is your pace,” he said, “You call every shot.”
My heart thundered, “I want this moment, with you, please,” I begged, my voice full of emotion.
I granted him permission to own me, to have the piece of me that I’d never given to anyone else.
Somewhere between nerves and need, we shed what was left of our clothing, each movement careful, each breath stolen between kisses. The tension between us had been building for weeks, too many shared glances, too many brushed hands during drills. Finally, it erupted like lightning behind our eyes.
Colson kissed his way down my tight stomach, hands firm on my sharp hips, and when his mouth found my center, he licked her soft and slow at first, then something switched, because his mouth and tongue began to devour me.
My hands flew to my mouth, muffling the moans and screams that threatened to break free.
Thighs trembling, breathing erratic, “Colson…”
He looked up, mouth glistening, “You taste so fucking good. Like everything I’ve ever wanted.”
He continued to feast, his mouth sucking my pulsating clit, my juices gushing out of me, his tongue lapping at every drop. His fingers rubbing up and down my slit, my body jerking from the pleasure.
“Pleaseeeeee,” I begged on a moan.
“Please, what, Princess?” He asked as he pushed a finger inside me, causing my back to arch off the mattress. Calling me Princess unlocked the submissive good girl in me that was dying to show herself.
“So tight, mmm. She’s gripping my finger,” spilled from his lips as quickly as he went back to sucking the pleasure from my body.
“Open your eyes and watch me eat this fat pussy,” he demanded as he bit my thigh. Hearing him talk to me so filthily ignited my orgasm as it surged through my body.
“I—I, oh my fucking, babyyyy,” I moaned out as my juices released all over him as he shook his face in my pussy like he was bathing himself in all I had to give.
“Good girl,” he praised, my body engulfed in heat and seduction.
When he moved back up to kiss me, I pulled him close, wrapping my legs around his waist, my body already trembling with anticipation. I leaned up to kiss him, tasting myself on his beautiful lips, looking at his face wet with my release. I needed more.
Moving together in the tight space, bodies slick with heat, hearts racing. He paused again, grabbing the condom from his wallet, sheathing himself as he hovered at my soaking wet entrance.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured.
“Hurt me good,” I begged, pulling him in, wrapping my hand around his rock-hard dick.
His body joined mine slowly, inch by inch, until they were fully connected. My breath was caught in my throat; it felt like I was being split in two. The wideness of my eyes caused him to stop.
“We can stop if it’s too much,” he assured me tenderly.
Clinging to him, gasping into his neck as he filled me completely, “Just don’t stop.”
He moved with control, holding back for me, kissing me through every adjustment, every rise in pressure.
I was new to sex, but I’d watched my fair share of porn, so I knew to match his rhythm.
Once the pain of blooming for the first time gave way to a pleasure I never wanted to be without, I lifted to meet him, matching him stroke for stroke in a dance that felt like defiance against silence, against regulation, against everything they’d been told to suppress.
It was desperate and slow, aching and wild, the kind of sex that made her forget where I ended and he began.
His mouth brushed against my ear, “Be a good girl and cum for me,” as he continued to feed me every hard inch he possessed before pulling out until only the tip remained.
“You feel so fucking good, I feel so fulllllll,” I screamed as quietly as I could, flexing my walls around his hardness.
“Prove it—make a mess on my dick,” he countered, biting his bottom lip, trying to hold off his forthcoming eruption.
“Cum with me now, pleaseeeeee,” I begged as we tumbled off Pleasure’s cliff together, biting his shoulder, my body arching, vision white-hot. Colson groaned into the crook of my neck as he came, his whole body shaking with it, clinging to each other in the dark, breathless and spent.
Resting his forehead against mine, I murmured, “If this gets us in trouble…”
He smiled, brushing a curl from my face, “It’ll be worth it.”
Lying in the silence of uncertainty, our chests rising and falling together, still tangled under the blanket, Colson kissed my temple and whispered, “You’re dangerous, Airman Jeffries, but you’re mine.”
Looking up at him, “Just don’t hurt me.”
He was still nestled snugly inside me as my body squeezed him.
No rushing, just exploration, as we continued our lovemaking like we didn’t have to be up for PT in a few hours.
Warm skin against warm skin. Soft gasps.
Shared breath. The slow, aching joy of discovering each other in secret.
Colson moved with a kind of awe, like every part of me was sacred.
In this moment, I felt safe, I felt like I’d stepped into womanhood. Wanted. Not as a soldier or a trainee or someone trying to prove herself, but as a woman. As myself.
After another round, silence engulfed us, the world outside the bunk fading to silence.
Colson’s thumb traced circles on my damp stomach. “I don’t know what happens after this. After basic training, but I’m not going anywhere.”
I smiled in the dark, heart whole, “Then neither am I.”