Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
Jen
I was waiting at my aircraft long after the rest of the crew had headed in. We'd done our part. I'd checked in a few times on the man we'd brought in, but no one had been able to give me an update, just that he was in surgery. Sheppard and his team were still out there. It was going on twelve hours now. That was practically unheard of; you weren't supposed to fly that long, ever. I decided to wait for them to land. I saw the team flying into the refuel point. They would refuel and move to parking before packing it in for the night.
He was going to be exhausted. I doubted he'd be in a mood to talk about what'd happened. Still, I couldn't just go to my room and wait. I had to clear the air. I knew what he was going to say, and he wasn't wrong. I didn't anticipate the Beards having a hard time hooking their man up to the hoist. Normally, we would land and take him in, or have Sarah jump out to hook the hoist up.
My plan had been for them to hook him up, then fly off to a safe place and bring him inside the helicopter. Only, I hadn't trained that with the Beards. They were unfamiliar with our equipment, and it had been dark. It wasn't their fault. It was mine and mine alone. I would fix that tomorrow by having them practice on our equipment, in case something like this happened again. Hopefully it wouldn't, but it was best to be prepared. But that was tomorrow. Tonight, I had to apologize to Mark.
I took for granted that Mark was up there watching over us. It hadn't been fair, and watching him pull a risky maneuver in order to help us had almost made me throw up. I might have if I'd had the luxury of time.
My heart was already pounding. I kept wiping my hands against my pants to dry them. My palms wouldn't stop sweating. Nerves raced through my body and it was slightly irritating, like I was about to be dressed down by a drill sergeant. It didn't matter, I couldn't relieve the tension coursing through me.
They were repositioning now. I looked at my watch. It was after three a.m. I should have just gone to bed.
As if that's possible.
Licking my lips, I heard the whine as the engines were powered off. I watched him climb out and talk to his crew chiefs for a minute as they helped him with his gear.
Maybe he won't see me over here?
I knew I had an ass chewing coming. I didn't want to hear it. But I deserved it and I always took the berating when I deserved it.
It's just that things were good before tonight. We'd been working so well together and then I screwed it up. Why did I care so much? I looked back at his aircraft. He was still there, and he was looking this way.
It's dark enough that he probably won't see me. He'll just gather his things and… And put them back down to walk over here. Shit. He sees me. And if the way he's walking is any indication, he's pissed.
Through the dark, I felt his eyes lock onto me. He was walking, no, stalking toward me. I jumped in place as he dropped his flight vest as he moved, then jumped again at the thud of his armor hitting the ground. He was walking a little faster now and I looked around, wondering if I should head to the barracks. Now that he was coming toward me, I wasn't sure I wanted to hear how badly I'd fucked up. Thinking of running was cowardly, but the urge was strong within me.
He looked like a wolf moving in for the kill. I wanted to run, oh how I wanted to turn and put as much distance as I could between me and his predatory stalking. There was no point in it, though. If I did, he would chase me. I knew he would. He had his prey cornered and all I could do was take the tongue lashing with dignity.
Mark passed through the shadow of a parked Chinook and for a moment I lost sight of his eyes, yet I could feel his stare and I knew he was still locked onto me. Wherever I went, he would track me down. It was better to do this out here, where it was now deserted. I'd hate for everyone in the barracks to hear him ripping me a new one.
My heart was racing even more. I shouldn't be here! I should have waited until tomorrow. I was pacing back and forth in front of the open cargo door of my helicopter. I rubbed my hands against my pants again. I was stammering to myself, running through the dialogue in my head, trying to come up with anything to say. He was nearly here. I took a breath and turned to him, leaving the aircraft at my back. Trapped. "Mark…" I didn't get to finish my sentence.
He closed in on me and grabbed me by the shoulders and clamped on tight. I winced and yelped as he pushed me against the cargo door. I brought my head up and looked at him in shock. There was enough background glow for me to see his eyes clearly. He was…intense. But not angry?
"God dammit, Jen. I told you not to do this shit again. How many times? How many times are you going to do this to me? Do you know what could have happened to you?"
I wasn't about to break eye contact with him. I could see why he was upset, though. I'd hurt him. I'd scared him. His anger was because I'd accidentally put myself into danger, again. It didn't matter that I had done it to save the patient at that moment. The patient mattered, to both of us, of course, but not at the expense of myself. Or so his gaze was telling me.
"Mark, I'm, I…"
Again he didn't let me finish. He pulled me into him and crushed his lips down onto mine. My body went numb, everywhere except where his lips were connected to mine. He was still holding my shoulders, so tightly that they would bruise, but it felt so good.
I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. Feeling it pressed to mine, my knees buckled, and I let out a soft moan. I felt him squeeze tighter as he held me up.
What am I doing? I didn't come here for this. I'm not supposed to, to…
He loosened his grip on my shoulders with his left hand and slid it around my waist, pulling my body flush against his. If he wasn't holding me up, I'd have sunk down to the ground, that's how badly my knees had turned to jelly. With his other hand he cupped behind my head, cradling it in his hand as he held me closer and kissed me.
His kiss had softened. Just a minute ago our lips had been moving together as though something were going to tear us apart. Now he was slowing down, enjoying it, and so was I. I wasn't supposed to be, though.
I didn't want this to stop. It has to. A rational part of my brain whispered. I can't do this. Not here. Not with him. If anyone found out… I brought my hands up to push him away. To make him stop. But he just pulled me even closer—I hadn't thought that was possible—and swept his tongue back into my mouth. My answering moan left him with no doubt that I was enjoying this as much as he was. I put my hands up again to try and slow this down, but my hands were…were not pushing against his chest. They weren't anywhere near his chest.
My hands were undoing his belt. Traitors! I was losing control of my body. He had control of both of us. I was done fighting it, though. I shoved that rational voice in my brain into the depths of my mind. This felt too good, tasted too good, and I wanted him too much. I surrendered to him.
I undid his belt, and went for his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. I reached down and grabbed his dick. It was hard, big, and throbbed in my grip. An answering pulse started up in my pussy. I felt the drop of precum slickening him and my mouth watered. I couldn't wait to get a taste of him.
Mark broke off the kiss and tugged at my hair. I exhaled hard; I was practically panting like a hyena. He let go of me and unzipped my uniform top, grabbing the collar on either side with both hands, he gave a hard pull and ripped it off my body, dropping it to the ground. The motion knocked my hair loose, a few locks dropped against my face. He ran his hands up my sides, gripping my t-shirt that was under my top.
There were still too many clothes between us, so I reached for my own pants, but he was already there. He opened the belt and undid the button. I wiggled and they dropped to my ankles. I toed off a boot and slid one leg out, not caring that the other was still caught up in the fabric. He pulled his dick out and grabbed me around the waist.
He lifted me up against the side of the aircraft, and my heart started thrumming uncontrollably in my chest. It was so fucking hot that he could just pick me up and fuck me while standing. Reaching down, I guided his cock into my pussy. I was so wet that he slid in with no resistance. I let out a short gasp as he filled me. He stretched me, almost to the point of pain, but it felt so good. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I bucked against him, trying to get him to move.
I couldn't wait any longer. We had been pretty frantic up until this point, but now that he was inside me, he was taking his time, wanting it to last. I was grinding my pussy against him, rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone. He brought a hand back up to my neck and pulled my head into his, kissing me again as he started to thrust into me. My back was being pressed into the side of the aircraft. It was going to bruise too, but I didn't care, all I could feel was the pleasure. He was bringing his dick almost all the way out of me and then slamming it back in. I moved my head to the side, breaking our kiss, and moaned.
"Yessss." I could hardly recognize my own voice. I had never felt this in tune with a man's body.
He grunted as he fucked me for a few strokes, then he was back to kissing me. His tongue was fucking amazing. I almost wished we'd taken the time to see how his tongue talent stacked up down low. My thoughts were yanked out of my head when he thrust into me, stopped and made a circular motion with his hips.
"Oh my God." My moans were muffled by his tongue being shoved into my throat. He fucked with such intensity. It was so much more than I had imagined it would be. He held me tight, kissed me so hard. Why had I resisted this?
I pulled away from his kiss, I could barely breathe. He was thrusting hard into me again and I could feel my orgasm building. I clenched my legs together harder against his waist.
"Do the circle." I couldn't even finish the sentence. I was so close, and my breathing was ragged. He knew what I wanted, so he gave it to me, hard. I leaned forward, sank my teeth into his shoulder and screamed as I came. He tightened his grip and kept slamming me against the door. He wasn't going to let up as he chased his own orgasm.
I heard the change in his breathing, he was speeding up. Pounding his dick into me faster, harder. He pulled me slightly away from the door, taking my weight onto his hips. His cock went deeper into me. It hurt a little, hurt the same way his hands squeezing me hurt, that kind of hurt that was so good you feel like you might actually die from the insane pleasure. I let out another loud moan because he was building me back up toward a second orgasm. I clenched my pussy on him. I wanted to feel him coming, throbbing inside of me.
He must have liked it. He groaned and was using his hands to help bounce me on his dick. He was close. I clenched down again, and then again. He pushed me back against the copter and pushed his dick deep into me. He squeezed hard against my hip and shoulder as he started to come. He let out a yell of his own while I clenched around him one more time. His dick was throbbing so hard that it made my pussy ache, another few thrusts and I might have actually come again. I've never been a multiple orgasm kind of girl. Before now you were barely a one orgasm girl.
I leaned my forehead against his and we both fought to catch our breath. He turned his head in and tried to kiss me again. Our lips brushed together, but after that initial kiss I kept turning my head before he could deepen it. I was vulnerable and trying hard to protect myself in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.
Slowly, he let me down. I slid my legs off his hips and my feet touched the ground. My legs were shaky and I wobbled like a newborn baby deer. For Christ's sake, what the hell was wrong with me? You'd think I had zero control over my body .
Mark put his hand back on my hip to help steady me. As soon as I knew I wasn't going to tip over I swatted at his hand and he let me go. His pants were still around his ankles, and he side-stepped over the open cargo door and sat on the edge of the cargo ramp. I pulled my pants up and tightened my belt. I made an attempt to re-tame my hair, but my hands were still shaking, so I quickly gave up. My head was starting to clear.
Goddammit . What do you think you are doing? You let a gorgeous man fuck you into oblivion, taunted that little voice in my head.
I grabbed my top and fought to get my arms into the sleeves, leaving it open in the front and tucking it in along with my t-shirt. Shoving my boot back on, I watched Mark out of the corner of my eye as I gathered myself. Good lord, the man really was sexy as hell. I'm not sure why that and the previous thought scared the hell out of me.
I looked at him and he smiled at me, opening his mouth to speak. I cut him off. "I... Look." I sighed heavily. "That was… great" I winced at my wording.
What the fuck are you doing, the little voice railed at me. I rarely listened to the helpful part of myself, instead I took the advice of the one who self-sabotaged most of my relationships . I knew it, but I couldn't get myself to stop. My mouth was kind of doing its own thing at this point.
"We shouldn't be doing this. Sorry, I just…"
Just sit your ass down next to him and talk about this. I shoved that though aside.
"I shouldn't have been here." My legs turned and walked me off, back to the barracks. Where are you going! The little voice cussed me out and called me a coward. I was in complete disarray. My whole body was conspiring against my heart. My pussy was still throbbing, and I could feel how soaked my panties were. He'd had me so turned on, with hardly any effort. My pussy was reminding me how close I'd been to another orgasm. I'm sure she would have an opinion about this later on, as well.
The only thing I was grateful for was that I always kept myself on long-term birth control. I had a feeling this was as unusual for Mark as it was for me, so I doubted we needed to worry about STDs, but I didn't need to accidentally get pregnant on my first deployment. My thoughts plagued me as I escaped to my room.