Fragged: A BWWM Military Romance by Paige Notaro Page B

legs higher, dropping me further. My head rattled, and all I could feel was his mouth nearing my panties, the heat of him finding my center. Then, it was there.
    He pulled the fabric aside and covered my entrance with his tongue. I scrabbled uselessly at the floor. My heart pounded in my ears. My world contracted to the furrow of his tongue as it came over and over, to the content sounds of him enjoying his meal.
    “Oh Jesus,” I said. I was getting my praying in after all.
    “I’ve never tasted anything better,” he said from above. “Give me more.”
    His words rumbled into me and I wanted to. A vast gape opened before his mouth, a vast ache burning a hole inside of me.
    “Don’t finish me here,” I said. “Don’t finish me until you fuck me.”
    He stopped and flipped me up. We sat eye to eye, nose to nose.
    “What did you say?”
    He was still completely clothed, but his hardness nearly tunneled out of him.
    “Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me, Calix.”
    He held me up and rushed down his pants. Suddenly it was right there, hard and spongy and wet, digging right between me.
    I lifted myself and it popped up. He pressed me onto it.
    “Ungh,” I groaned as the thing tore through me. It shoved its way up my body, turning on all the lights. I was being impaled and could think of nothing better. He ploughed deeper into me than I knew I even had.
    “Holy shit,” he gasped in my ears.
    There’s nothing better than feeling a strong man lose control inside you.
    He grabbed my hips and lifted me on and off him. I wrapped tight around him and whimpered in his ear.
    The house lay completely still but we fucked quietly. The feeling was transcendental, beyond anything our voices could describe.
    He moved me faster and faster. I might as well have been nothing but a ball of pleasure in his arms, but he was everything inside me.
    I couldn’t think of anything but the strength of him around me, in me. Something in me felt dammed up, something I hadn’t felt in a long long time and never this strongly. He was cracking it with each thrust. Slowly, my voice picked up, rose into my ears like a soft keen.
    Calix started to groan and his voice just sharpened the cracks. I started bouncing in his grip, growing the vibrations.
    “Oh, fuck me,” Calix growled, sounding utterly defeated.
    It all broke over me. I nearly cracked every window, setting off in a wail. I bounced over and over, spurring new waves of pleasure.
    Calix crushed me into his body and then he shuddered. He kept using me even as thick wet spurts shot up and filled me.
    Finally, we lay in a deep grip, just a soft, sweaty hug. I kissed him haggardly on the lips.
    “You’re a pretty good cook,” I said, landing on his shoulder.
    “I’m inspired.”
    He stroked my bare back. I knew we couldn’t stay here, knew that soon I would have to let him out of my body and get my clothes back on, but right then, I felt like a caterpillar in a warm, silk cocoon, with no desire to become a butterfly.
    Calix must have felt the same. He even lay on my shoulder.
    “You got me,” he said. “You really got me.”
    He sounded exhausted. He sounded broken, like a beast tamed.
    It made me feel wicked. I smiled to myself.
    Now, he was mine.
     

CHAPTER SIX
    Calix
    After a restless night in my quarters, I limped in to base to report for duty. Sgt. Lilton frowned deep the moment he saw me.
    “You lied to me, you son of a bitch,” he growled. He looked like an angry grizzly - dark, round and packed with coiled muscle
    My breath tightened. There was no way he could know a thing.
    “That’s no damn graze,” he yelled directly at the wound. “It’s through your damn thigh, Corporal.”
    I released my breath slowly. “It doesn’t feel so bad, Sergeant.”
    “Uh-huh, yeah. I’m calling bullshit. Go check in with the medic.”
    I did as asked. If I’d been told two years back that I’d be rolling over at the commands of a black man, I would have laughed. But Lilton took no