Perfect Soldier: The Complete Story (5-Part BBW Military Romance Novel) (9 page)

Chapter
Eleven

Catherine

In a flash I felt his hot, sticky load hitting my
face. A surprise, but not an unpleasant one. I secretly found this so hot, so
sexy, but only with a guy like Colt – a man I wanted with all the hidden lust
of my voluptuous body. I wanted to do whatever brought him to the peak of
climax.

I put the tip back in my mouth and caught the rest
of his load – sticky and salty, a hint of sweetness, the flavor of Colt. I
bobbed there for a second, sucking up the very last bit of cum, not wanting to
lose a single drop. I felt naughty, a little slutty, but in a good way because
I liked him and I knew he felt the same about me.

I went to the bathroom to towel off my face, looking
into the mirror, smiling at myself. For the first time in a long time I looked
genuinely happy. No concerns – not a thought in the world beyond the
anticipation of Colt waiting in bed for me, and a night of restful slumber
ahead.

Walking back into the bedroom, I saw Colt sitting up
in bed, his eyes tracing the curvy silhouette of my body. He had a look in his
eyes that told me I’d be getting the same rough treatment tomorrow morning. A
gesture of lust and desire, a burning passion that couldn’t be put out with
just one night of sex.
He wanted me again and again and again
.

I got into bed and curled up next to him, pushing my
ass into his crotch, feeling his cock up against my skin. I knew he’d like
that. I closed my eyes and turned off the light, then heard Colt clear his
throat, indicating he wanted to talk. I turned to face him, putting my hands on
the hard, broad muscles of his chest.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice a tad concerned.

“I don’t really know how to say this, so I’m just
gonna come out and say it.”

“Um, OK,” I said hesitantly. “Go ahead, say whatever
you want.”

“I was thinking about maybe moving here, getting an
apartment or something.”

“But what about Texas?”

“There’s nothing there for me. I can’t see myself
living in a place where I hardly know anyone anymore.”

“Well, you know I’m not going to try to dissuade
you. I’d love it if you moved here,” I said.

I felt at this point I could be honest with him
about this. Clearly, he was feeling a lot of the same things I felt.

“What would you say to me moving in here?”

“My apartment?”

“Yes. I’d pay rent of course. I’d pay all your rent,
actually. Maybe we could look at a bigger place further down the line if it
gets, you know, more serious between us.”

“You think it’s going to get serious?”

“I could see it happening. I mean, I’d like it to.”

“I’d like that, too,” I said.

I left it at that, abandoning words for the intimacy
of touch. I brought his face towards mind, and gently kissed him, ending it with
a lingering bite of his lower lip. I snuggled into him, feeling content, happy.
Life was good right now, things were falling into place better than I’d ever
imagined. Sure, we were moving fast, but if I liked what we were headed
towards, why not move fast?

Would it always be this easy, this carefree? There
was no way I could possibly know right now. But I made up my mind at that
moment not to question the good things that were happening to me. I resolved to
take chances, big risks for what I wanted. I had taken a risk the first night I
met Colt, and I was taking one right now. But in his big arms I felt safe,
beyond the reach of adverse consequences.

Colt pressed his body into me and I closed my eyes
tight, emitting a contented sigh. I hoped life would always stay this perfect.

Chapter
One

Catherine

The week after his trip to Las Vegas, Colt moved
into my apartment. It was soon, yes, I fully admit it. But when something feels
this right, what’s the point of waiting? I guess you could say we didn’t really
know each other yet, that maybe there was something about Colt that should make
me think twice. But that thought didn’t cross my mind, at least not initially.
I was so swept off my feet, everything was moving so fast – I just decided to
go with the flow and see what came of it.

Those first few weeks were absolute perfection. They
had their own pace, a sexual intensity borne out of our new familiarity with
each other, the special closeness of sharing a place together. But it wasn’t
just the sex, there was a certain emotional intimacy beginning to build. Having
Colt there to talk to, to make plans with, even just to vent to sometimes, made
me realize just how lonely I had been before I’d met him.

Of course, I didn’t openly admit this, not wanting to
sound too needy. Even though it was Colt who’d suggested we get a place
together, I was still a bit nervous about where things stood. I felt as if one
misstep would scare him off, make him rethink this new relationship. When I
thought about it, I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about, that he was
just as into it as I was. But I’d grown sort of dependent on having him around,
so the prospect of him leaving was simply too much to think about.

That didn’t mean we never spent any time apart. Colt
went down to Texas to see his sister for Christmas, and I drove to my parent’s
place outside Oklahoma City. It was only a few days without seeing each other,
but it’s no stretch to say I missed him desperately during that time. I could
tell he felt the same by the way he made love when we were back together again
– it was rawer and more passionate, expressing a deep, unspoken desire.

Having a man around the apartment was a nice change
for me. I liked having someone to cook for, even if dinner was a relatively
rare occasion with my night time work schedule. Yes, I’d taken some time off
for Christmas, but once that was over I was still working five to six nights
each week at the bar. I needed money for next semester’s tuition, after all.
Colt was covering rent, and that certainly helped, but to wasn’t enough to
justify giving up shifts at the bar. As it was, I would barely scrape together
the enough money to pay for next semester’s classes. Honestly, I might even
still be forced to get a small loan from the bank.

When all was said and done though, it was nice
having someone to come home to at the end of a long night, having those big
arms to curl up in, and a man who was insatiable, who craved my body the way I
craved his. I fell asleep exhausted each night, sleeping soundly after a sexual
release that melted away all the tension of the workday.

Sometime after Christmas, I got my grades back: an A
in Chemistry and an A- in Biology. I was absolutely ecstatic. After worrying so
much about the Bio exam, it was nice to finally put it behind me. It had been a
nagging thought at the back of my mind throughout my time off, and once I saw
my grades it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

Colt took me out to celebrate. It was a fancy place
with white tablecloths and crystal glasses. He ordered a bottle of champagne to
go with our four course meal. It was delicious, of course, but something about
it seemed off. It seemed outside of his character, and also outside of his pay
range as a soldier. But I didn’t question it at the time, it seemed rude to
question what was clearly intended to be a loving gesture.

Soon it was time to slip back into my normal
schedule of taking classes and heading immediately to work. I wondered how Colt
would deal with this. Would he be bored? Lonely? Sure, he had the guys to hang
around with, but after a couple of intense weeks together I knew that this
change in schedule would leave us both at a loss.

One morning in early January, I was looking through
the course catalog, trying to figure out what subjects to take next semester.
It was about a week before classes started. The tough part was finding the
right balance. I didn’t think I was up to taking two advanced courses; the
workload would be far too much to juggle with my job. And of course, I couldn’t
take anything that conflicted with my work schedule. Colt came into the living
room and sat next to me on the couch, bringing me a cup of hot coffee.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. What are you up to?”

“Trying to schedule classes, figure out what I
should take this semester.”

“I see. Another Bio class?”

“Maybe. Honestly, even though I did well, I feel
kind of lucky that I got that grade. I don’t know if I could handle an
intermediate class,” I said, scrolling through the list of courses and their
respective times.

“What do you mean you don’t know if you could
‘handle’ it?” he said. “It wasn’t luck Cat, those exams are designed so that
luck isn’t a factor.”

“I know, but… It’s just not my strength. Work makes
it hard. I feel like I’d need more time to study.”

“Take time off from work,” said Colt nonchalantly.

“You know that’s not an option.”

“So, let me get a few things straight. You took two
classes last semester while working about, let’s say forty-five hours a week,
right?”

“Yeah, about that.”

“OK, well what if you were working less? Say, thirty
hours or so.”

“I could probably handle it then.”

“How many classes could you take if you weren’t
working at all?”

“I don’t know. Four or five, maybe?” I said
hesitantly, drawing out the last word. “I mean, that’s a total impossibility so
I’m not sure why we’re talking about it.”

“Right,” said Colt, taking a sip of coffee.

Colt got up from the couch and went to take a
shower. I stayed a few minutes longer, still scrolling through the course
listings. But soon desire got the best of me and I found myself slinking
towards the bathroom to join him.

Outside the door I could hear the dull hum of hot
water falling from the shower head. I stepped inside quietly and slipped off my
clothes, I pulling back the curtain slightly and sliding into the shower with
him.

Chapter
Two

Colton

The hot water splashed against my body, waking me
completely from the last of my clinging sleepiness. I stood there thinking as
the water washed over my face. I still hadn’t told Cat about the money from
Vegas. I don’t know what it was, but for some reason I had a feeling it would
complicate things. I guess I’d just keep it to myself for now and wait for the
right time to bring it up.

Then I heard the shower curtain rustle and felt Cat
slip in behind me. I smiled to myself. I loved mornings like this.

I felt her press up against me, touching me gently,
her hands reaching around the front of me to play with my cock. I smiled to
myself as the water continued to rain down. Maybe it’s a little embarrassing,
but I was already starting to get hard, anticipating her touch, turned on by
her friskiness and the unsuspected nature of this morning encounter.

She kept stroking my cock, making it harder and
bigger with every subtle motion. I felt myself throbbing, my pulse getting
stronger and more rapid. My body needed this. I needed this. And I could tell
that Cat needed it, too. How many of our days had started like this? More than
a few, but usually in bed instead of the shower.

In our hearts we knew that our time together was
short-lived, marked by my eventual need to go back overseas and serve on
another tour of duty. We never spoke about that possibility, as if not talking
about it made it somehow unreal. But it was in the back of our minds, and it
impacted us on mornings like this where we were determined to live each moment
to the fullest.

I turned toward her grinning and gave her a kiss, my
hands caressing her wet hair as my lips parted hers. She was beautiful like
this, no make-up, just pure Cat. She smiled and I felt the tip of my cock bump
up against her belly. This made her giggle. She turned around and bent over,
bracing herself with her hands against the shower wall and thrusting out her
big ass, making it even more voluptuous than usual.

I ran my fingers along her slit, impossible to tell
what wetness came from the shower and what came from her. I parted her lips
slightly and sidled up behind her, giving her ass a slap that resonated, slick
with wetness as she was. She gasped as I pushed inside of her with my cock. I
slid in more easily in the wetness of the shower, but her pussy was tight and
my size always came as somewhat of a surprise to her.

Holding her by the hips I gave a few slow pumps,
pushing my hard cock inside of her tight, little pussy, being gentle at first
so she could get used to it. But soon her moaning let me know I could go
harder, that I could fuck her thoroughly, bringing us both close to a perfect
morning orgasm. I pushed myself deeply into her, as I reached around and
clasped at her tits, giving them a little squeeze, bouncing them in my hands as
I fucked her.

Then I brought my cock all the way out, my fat tip
still barely touching her lips, just barely parting them. I thrust all the way
back in, one long, concentrated burst. She moaned loudly. She liked it like
that, liked how I took it away from her then gave it right back when she was
craving it most. It was a series of withdrawal, satisfaction and complete
consummation.

It wasn’t much longer before I was coming inside
her, shooting a hot load into her tight pussy as she writhed around beneath my
cock. Short, but sweet. She wanted it fast in the mornings. There simply wasn’t
the time for the long, purposeful display of sensual affection. Quick and
dirty, that’s how she wanted it. And I was obliged to give it to her any way
she demanded it from me.

She stood up straight and turned around to face me.
I put my hand behind her neck and brought her in again for another kiss. And
suddenly I was overcome with another wave of passion. We made out for several
hot minutes, her hand drifting down to play with my cock, still slightly hard
having just come inside her.

We were both insatiable and we liked it that way.

***

Catherine

I felt Colt coming inside me, filling me up with the
warmth of his cum. I liked when he did that, liked the feeling it gave me.
Sometimes that feeling alone would touch off my own orgasm, a hot-liquid
catalyst for a pleasure that shook my body, spreading from my core like
wild-fire. Complete sexual release. That’s what we were after.

My heart raced when I was with him, and I moaned to
let him know I was coming, too. Clenching my pussy as he took his final strokes
inside of me. I turned around and he kissed me. I would stay here all morning,
all day if he wanted to. I played with that big cock of his. Maybe it’s weird,
but I like how it felt just after sex, slightly softer but still big and stiff.
I jerked at him as we made out in the steam of our morning shower.

I stood there as he lathered me up, washing my body
as I worked shampoo into my hair. I could feel his cum dripping out of my
pussy, and I sighed at the pleasure of all these sensual effects that enveloped
me right now: Colt’s cum, the hot water on my skin, his hand working from my
breasts down to my ass, giving me a soapy slap.

Oh, how I wanted to stay here with him! It was such
a cold, shuddering shock to have to go from this to the boring realities of the
world outside. Such a harsh juxtaposition of sexual bliss and the demands of
routine: errands, bills, work.

But having Colt there made life easier to deal with.
He had a habit of showing up at the bar a few hours before the end of my shift,
content to sit there watching the tail-end of whatever game was on the big
screen, having a few drinks while he waited to take me home. Sometimes it was
busy, and we didn’t really get a chance to talk. But I think he was content
just to be near me.

Of course, sometimes Tyson and Garrett joined him,
too. Those were more raucous nights. I think that Mike, my boss, was a bit wary
of them. But they were all good tippers, so he didn’t really have cause to say
anything. I liked life right now. Despite some elements of boring routine,
there was a certain easiness to its movements. I wondered if that would change once
school was thrown back into the mix.

I toweled off as I thought about all this. I must
have been quiet for a while because Colt asked me what was on my mind.

“Oh, nothing,” I said.

“You looked like you were thinking about something.”

“Just classes. Still need to sign up for classes.”

I spent the rest of the day taking care
of mundane tasks, simple chores that had to be done. Colt and I went grocery
shopping and afterwards I made lunch. Over sandwiches, we discussed what
classes I would be taking. I signed up on the registrar’s website. Intermediate
Bio and an Anatomy class. I wanted to take Physiology, but three classes would
have been too much. As it was, two classes would come to over $5000. That was
already a pretty substantial bill to take care of.

I made a note to go down to the
Registrar to pay before the week was up, still not knowing exactly how I’d get
the money. I was cutting it close, and depending on how tips were this week, I
might need to take out that damn loan.

Colt dropped me off at the bar around
3:45 PM. I walked inside the dimly lit place. It would be hours before we had
any serious number of customers. Weeknights were always the worst, the time
went by slowly and the tips were minimal at best. But let’s face it, every
little bit helped. I had to take on any shift I could get.

I stood behind the bar, cleaning the
wooden surface with a wet rag. I sighed. In a few hours Colt would come by,
order a few drinks and spend the last hours of my shift with me. That at least
was something to look forward to.