Chapter 36

CHAPTER 36

Jen

H e must have sensed my internal struggle because he paused, arms still wrapped around my body. His forehead rested against mine, lips hovering so close they brushed my own. Damn him and his sense of honor, bringing me to the brink but never forcing me. For once I didn't hesitate, I refused to back down. I didn't give him a chance to speak, I answered his question, all his questions, before he could ask.

"Yes."

It was loud enough and he understood without me needing to elaborate. Mark tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me in against his body so fast that I yelped. It felt so good to be wrapped up in his arms again. I slid my hands around his head and ran them through his hair while he kissed me. I parted my lips and he immediately filled my mouth with his tongue. I moaned and leaned into him. It was more intense than the last time. The first time there had been pent up frustration. This was different. There was something else behind his intensity, almost a possessiveness.

He pushed me back against the railing, seating my ass on top of it and pressing my back against the concrete wall. It was cool, sending a shiver of sensation through my body, electrifying every nerve. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. My hair fell out of its bun and fanned out around my shoulders. He reached his hand into the back of my hair and grabbed a fistful, pulling my head back. I hissed as I sucked in air from the sting. My pussy throbbed violently. I loved the way he took control. I loved the way he looked at me, like he couldn't get enough.

He leaned in to kiss me but stopped just short of contact. My jaw was quivering as I tried to make contact with his lips. He bit my lower lip and tugged gently. Then he kissed my neck, my bare shoulder, and my chest just above my breasts. His lips brushed my skin, causing it to pebble into goosebumps everywhere he touched.

Mark let go of my hair and grabbed the front of my bra with both hands and gave it a hard tug, ripping the front and letting my breasts spill out. I bit back a moan. That was so sexy. Who knew I'd enjoy having a man literally rip the clothes from my body?

He pushed me back. I put my hands on the railing, steadying myself as I leaned back. Bending over, Mark reached an arm behind me, helping to balance me, and sucked my nipple into his hot mouth. Breath stuttered in my chest as sensations set my body on fire. He must have heard the strangled sound of pleasure I made because he glanced up at me. I smiled a wicked smile, and put my hand on the back of his head to put his focus back on my breasts.

Oh my God, this is so good. What was my problem? Why has it been so hard to just be honest with him? He thought I was playing games, but I wasn't trying to. I was just trying to protect myself.

He stopped and looked up at me and smiled. My heart melted. He won't hurt me. As that thought bounced around in my head, I actually believed it. This man had put up with a lot from me. He still had no clue why I'd been running, but with one word he'd come back and forgiven me.

He looked back down and licked my nipple, then gently put his teeth on it and gave a soft bite. I hissed through my teeth as I felt wetness building in my core. He had an ability to reduce me to a shaking mass of need in only a few moves. It was concerning, it was irritating, it was hot as fuck. I never wanted him to stop.

He kissed me between my breasts and ran his tongue down to my waist. Mark knelt in front of me and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them off over my boots. He grabbed my panties and slid them down to my ankles, then pulled in opposite directions, ripping them open and freeing my legs. I held my breath, my mouth open, and my clit throbbed as I watched him rip past the last barrier keeping me from him.

Mark pushed my knees open and ran his hands over my thighs to my core, then leaned forward and licked from the bottom of my lips all the way up to my clit. I cried out at the surge of pleasure. As good as his tongue felt in my mouth, it was even better on my clit. My hips lifted, trying to get closer to him. I needed to feel his mouth everywhere, to lose myself in the way he made me feel. It was all I could do to not fall off the railing.

Why did you deny yourself this? Why did you deny him?

I tried to reach my hands down to his head, to stroke his hair. They never made it because he did some flicking motion with his tongue that forced me to grab wildly onto anything that was nearby. My arm slapped the wall behind me, I tried to dig my hands in, like twisting a bed sheet. For a moment, I thought I might actually dig my fingers into the concrete, I was gripping it so hard, as he kept pushing my pleasure higher and higher. His tongue felt so good I couldn't sit still. My breath was gasping out of me and I was letting out an almost continual moan.

His hands were gripping my thighs again, so tight it would bruise. Worth it . I must have been trying to squeeze his head with my thighs because I kept feeling him push my legs open. I wanted to feel him. I needed to feel him. To remind myself that we fit together perfectly. I wanted his lips against mine, his hands all over me. I needed to feel his dick filling me up. "Please, Mark." It came out more breathless than I'd meant for it to. He wasn't stopping, and as good as it felt I didn't want to come this way. I wanted to come with him all the way up inside of me.

I leaned up and pushed against his head, forcing his head back. I sat all the way up as he moved backwards, and grabbed his shirt at the shoulders. I pulled him forward and kissed him again, then started ripping at his shirt. He straightened and pulled it off over his head. I was eye level with his chest. My hands couldn't hold still, they smoothed over his pecs, down the muscles in his stomach. My heart missed a beat as I looked him up and down, he was so sexy. I reached my hand out and grabbed his belt, pulling him to me. Kissing his chest gently, my mouth moved from his left nipple to his right.

Mark brushed one hand across my back and shoulders, his rough hands making goose bumps down my arm. He ran the other hand through my hair and brushed my cheek. Oh, and he knows how to be gentle. I bit him just under his pec.

"Ah!" I looked up and smiled. He narrowed his eyes at me, then smiled that smile again. And once more my heart melted. An answering pulse began in my pussy, keeping pace with my heartbeat.

I gave his belt another tug, pulling him off balance for a moment before I unbuckled it, popped the button on his pants and pulled the zipper down. I shoved my hand in the opening and beneath his underwear. He groaned as I wrapped my hand around his dick. I used the other hand to shove the pants and underwear down to his ankles. Leaning forward, I hopped off the rail and knelt before him. I looked up at him as I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock. He gritted his teeth and hissed. His right hand tangled in my hair, but he didn't push or pull. He just needed to grab onto me. I licked once from his tip down to the root and back up. His eyes narrowed but his head dropped back when I took him fully into my mouth.

"Fuck." That one word that he groaned out had me even more wet than I had been. I felt his pulse beating rapidly through his dick. It felt like it was pounding on the inside of my mouth. Reaching my hands around his waist I grabbed his ass, one cheek in either hand and squeezed while sliding his dick deep into my mouth, pulling it in and out.

If his groaning and heartbeat weren't confirmation enough of his enjoyment, then the way his legs started to shake would have been. I knew he was as revved up as I was. I could literally taste him in my mouth. It was nice to know that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

I was sliding my mouth down again when I felt a tug on my hair. He gently pulled me off of him. He stared down at me. "Get up," he commanded in a gruff voice. My heart fluttered a little and I stood. He grabbed my arm, pulled me to him and kissed me again. I stood there, letting his tongue swirl through my mouth. I grabbed his dick and teased it by rubbing the tip around my pussy.

He turned me around and pushed me forward against the railing. I leaned over and steadied myself. He placed his hands on my hips and slid inside me, easing in until his pelvis was pushing against my ass. God, I missed this dick . Yet again, it felt like he was stretching me out from the inside. He stood still for a moment, letting me feel him, and adjust to his size. Mark's hand traveled up my side and cupped my breast. He pushed against me, bringing me up and pressing my back against his chest. His other hand went down my side to my thigh, gripping it tightly. "You're not running from me this time," he growled into my ear. I smiled and laughed. Then he started thrusting.

My giggle was quickly replaced with me exhaling in a pleasure filled moan. He kept me pinned in place with his arm while simultaneously clamping onto my thigh. The way he had me locked in place, I knew he meant it. He wasn't going to let me go. And I didn't want him to. I could stay under his control. It just made my pussy wetter.

I brought my hand down to my clit and I started rubbing it. I was working myself toward coming. His hand came off my chest and grabbed mine, keeping me from touching myself. His hand slid and replaced it, rubbing my clit for me. He was going to give me my orgasm. He was controlling everything. It made me weak in the knees. I fell forward again, putting my hands out to steady myself while he kept pushing his dick in me, deep into me. His finger worked my clit in small, gentle circles. I started to buckle and shake under him. He clamped down tight on my thigh with his other hand to keep me from falling over. His fingers dug into my skin, the slight pain only enhanced the pleasure.

It was the final push I needed. "Ahhh, fuck!" I cried out again as I came on him. He didn't stop thrusting into me or rubbing my clit. He kept his pace steady and held onto me as I screamed and squirmed.

Finally, I stopped screaming and fought to catch my breath. He slowed down and released his grip on me, running his hands up my sides and across my chest. My skin tingled under his fingertips. His hands traced gently to my breasts. He gave my nipples a playful pinch while kissing my shoulder. My breathing slowed to a normal rate and I exhaled softly when he kissed my neck.

I was still steadying myself against the edge of the railing when he brought his hands back to my arms. They ran down my biceps to my forearms where he clamped down again. "My turn," He whispered into my ear. He leaned back, pulling my arms back with him, leaving me bent over but held up by him. He started thrusting into me, harder this time. His pelvis hitting my ass made a hard, slapping noise as he pounded into me. I was caught by such surprise that I screamed, first in shock, then in rough, pussy pounding pleasure.

I was still so much under his control. I hadn't been manhandled and fucked like this since… ever, and I loved it. It made me realize that I'd only fucked inexperienced guys before. Mark was a confident, skillful, self-assured man. I felt it rising in me again. Clamping down on his dick I cried out again, coming even harder than before.

This time I brought him with me. He rammed his dick in deep and held my arms back, holding himself deep inside me while his dick felt so hard, I thought my pussy would stretch out. He let out a yell at the same time as he came deep inside me. He shuddered and thrust a few times, as he continued to come.

Mark released me, I put my arms out against the rail, legs shaking like a newborn deer. I turned and lowered myself to the ground, placing my back against the railing. He sat next to me, I turned to kiss him, and fell over across his lap. He ran his fingertips across my body, both of us trying to catch our breath. He suddenly threw his arm over me; I yelped in shock. He looked down at me smiling, "Just in case you were going to run again."

I sat up and slapped his chest playfully. "Jerk." He laughed, and I blushed, grateful to be in the dark so that he wouldn't see. I leaned against his shoulder, "We should probably get dressed though, before someone comes up here and notices."

"Agreed," he said. I stood up and looked around for my pants. There was a quick flash of light that startled me. It was Mark, he was holding a flashlight and examining my legs. I looked at him but before I could ask anything he said, "I just wanted to see if the freckles went all the way down." I scrunched up my face and swatted at him again.

"You can inspect them thoroughly next time," I teased, putting my pants on and grabbing my shirt.

"Next time, can we do this in a real bed?" He asked, rubbing his back. I laughed and proceeded to tease him about being old while we dressed and headed down the ladder and back to the barracks. The light banter between us made my heart clench. It felt so much better than how we left things the last time.