Chapter 19

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S he leaned in closer, her eyes locked on mine, and began to lick the tip of my dick, savoring the taste of my pre-cum like it was her last meal.

Her tongue darted out, teasing me, before she swallowed me whole. I groaned, feeling her lips stretch around my shaft, her cheeks hollowing out as she took me deep.

My eyes rolled back in pleasure as she began to suck me off like it was her last chance to survive, her mouth sliding up and down my length, her tongue swirling around my head. I groaned softly, my hands gripping the sheets as my hips thrusted up into her, shoving my cock deeper into her throat.

She was deep-throating me, her gag reflex tickling my dick, making those sloppy, wet sounds every time I pushed in a little too hard. Fuck, it was hot.

I reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her closer, feeling the strands brush against my thighs as she worked me over.

She sucked so hard she could barely breathe, using my cock like a damn oxygen mask. I touched her face, and she turned away, cheeks red from lack of air. Didn’t matter. I shoved her head down, forcing her to take me deeper. She gasped, then got back to sucking, tears streaming down her face from the effort.

I shut my eyes, focusing on the tight heat of her mouth, her tongue swirling around me as her throat muscles squeezed around me. The veins on my cock were bulging, ready to fucking burst.

I groaned, the sound vibrating through my cock and into her throat. I was so close to cumming, but I held back, wanting to fuck her properly first.

With a loud pop, I pulled out of her mouth. She looked up at me, eyes glazed with lust, lips wet and swollen. I grabbed her hair again, dragging her to her feet and shoving her onto the bed. She landed with a moan, legs spread wide, showing off that perfect pussy.

I climbed on top of her, my cock so hard it hurt, desperate for release. I kissed her hard, our tongues entwining, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. She moaned louder as I tongued her, my fingers digging into her ass, pulling her closer.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and needy.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I lined up with her entrance, my cock aching to be inside her. I was so turned on, I could feel pre-cum oozing from the tip, wetting the base of her thighs and I slammed in.

Her tight pussy swallowed me, and fuck, it was bliss. Balls deep, her walls clamped down on me so tight I nearly lost my grip on reality.

She gasped, her eyes going wide as I started pounding her, our bodies slapping together, tits bouncing with every thrust.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, my hips bucking in rhythm.

I felt her clit rubbing against my pubic bone, creating a friction that me shudder. I kept going, thrusting harder and faster, my balls slapping against her ass, the sound of her moans and screams driving me wild.

I knew I was making her feel good. She was moaning, screaming, begging for more, and it was fucking amazing.

“Fuck, yes,” she screamed, her moans becoming louder, more primal. “Harder!”

I complied, increasing my pace, my rhythm growing rougher. I gripped her hips, holding her in place as I drove myself into her, our skin slapping together loudly with each forceful stroke.

I reached down between us, my fingers finding her clit. I began to rub it in circles, feeling it swell beneath my touch.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she yelled, her body arching into my touch. “Right there, baby! Right there!”

With those words, I lost control. Her moans turned to screams as I fucked her brains out. She wrapped her legs even tighter around me, her muscles clamping down around thick shaft, and I couldn’t hold back.

“God, I’m going to cum,” I roared, feeling my cum boiling up in my balls.

Her response was a soft whimper, and her pussy tightened around my cock even more, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts.

I thrusted one last time, feeling my cock swelling inside her, and then I exploded. My body convulsed as wave after wave of cum shot from my cock, filling her up.

My hips twitched, my cock jerking and pulsing with each spurt of cum. She cried out, her pussy milking me dry, nails digging into my back as her orgasm crashed through her, leaving us both wrecked.

We both screamed in pleasure, our bodies shaking with the intensity of our orgasms. I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues darting back and forth, tasting our combined lust.

“I think we should do that again sometime,” she whispered, the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks.

I held her close, my cock still throbbing inside her, as we caught our breath, our hearts pounding together.

Goddamn, she was the best fuck I’ve ever had.

I woke up with a raging boner, my dick so stiff it could’ve been used as a tent pole, pulsating with a life of its own. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest, but for once, it wasn’t because of some nightmare.

Fuck, I couldn’t remember when I last had a wet dream this real and intense. It was one of those vivid, mind-fucking, ass-torture wet dreams that are so fucked up, they were almost like a nightmare.

The way she looked at me, eyes full of hunger, still had my cock twitching. I could practically feel her tits pressed against me, her lips on mine, her hand wrapped around my thick shaft, stroking me like a pro.

Fuck, it felt so real.

I groaned, rolling over on my shitty mattress, the thing creaking like it was about to collapse. The dream I was having with Red slipped away as I forced my eyes open. The room spun like I was on a rodeo ride, my head throbbed like a drum and my mouth tasted like I’d been sleeping with a fucking ashtray. It took a solid minute to figure out where the hell I was, my brain feeling like it was stuffed in a blender.

My room, yeah, that was it.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes, feeling this wet, sticky mess on my stomach and thighs. It took a second for it to click, but when it did, my eyes shot open and I bolted upright. The sheets were fucking soaked, and there was a puddle of cum where my crotch had been.

Great. Just fucking great .

I groaned, pissed at myself for blowing my load like some desperate teenager. My cock was still half-hard, and the sheets felt disgustingly warm and wet against my skin. I couldn’t believe I had just wanked off in my sleep.

Thirty-fucking-one years old, and here I was, acting like I was sixteen again.

As I sit up, the pounding in my head only got worse. It felt like a fucking elephant was dancing on it. I sighed, pressing the heels of my hands against my temples, trying to steady myself. I couldn’t even remember jerking off before bed, but there it was—evidence all over me.

Un-fucking-believable.

I was a virgin all over again.

Disgusted, I sat up and started cleaning up the mess. I grabbed a towel, wiping the cum off my cock, trying to soak up the worst of it. The sheets? Yeah, they were screwed, soaked all the way through. I tossed the towel into the laundry pile, hoping it would deal with the worst of it for now.

The first thing that came to my mind was last night. Red. Our fight.

Man, I was pissed. What the fuck was the point of getting blackout drunk if I still had to deal with her in my dreams? Fucking hell.

Nope, not doing that.

Ok, I knew I shouldn’t have, but last night I drowned my sorrows in a bottle of whiskey, taking swigs like it was my job. The only thing that made that shitty night slightly bearable was the fact that I could drink my ass off nearly to the point of coma and still be fresh as a daisy in the morning.

I got my alcohol tolerance from that piece of shit father of mine, may he rot in hell. He used to get so hammered, and yet he’d be up before dawn, ready to start another day of abuse. It was one of the few things he gave me that wasn’t a curse.

Thanks, old man, for passing on your fucked-up gene.

I stumbled back to the bathroom, trying not to vomit at the sight of my own reflection.

Christ, I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, my eyes were bloodshot, and my face felt like it was punched a thousand times. Basically, I looked like I’d just fought ten rounds with Mike Tyson.

Red would probably take one look at me and laugh her ass off. Like last night.

Fucking fantastic.

I splashed some cold water on my face, hoping it would sober me up. It didn’t, but at least it woke me the hell up.

Drinking myself into oblivion just to forget about some chick? Fucking pathetic.

I looked again in the mirror, and for a moment, I saw my father’s eyes staring back at me.

Hell, no.

Fuck Red. Fuck my life. And fuck this hangover.

I shivered and turned away, thinking that today was not the day I was going to break the cycle. I just needed to survive without throwing up or passing out.

Ah, and writing that useless report.

I headed for the shower, turning it on ice cold. As the freezing water hit my skin, it felt like a punch to the balls, but it worked. I started to sober up enough to face the shitty day ahead.

I closed my eyes, letting the water pound down on me, hoping it’d wash away all the shit I was drowning in. For a second, I pretended like none of it happened. But I knew it was temporary. The hangover, the memories, the guilt—they were all just waiting to sucker punch me the second I opened my eyes.

Fuck it.

Dragging my sorry ass back to the living room, feeling like the world’s biggest cliché, I knew today was gonna be another round of bullshit. I just hoped I wouldn’t be the one hitting the floor this time. Despite drinking enough to put a horse under, I was still functional. It was a skill, right?

Right?

And that was when I heard it—the sound of an explosion, deep and resonant, shaking the very foundations of the base and rattling my shit.

My heart jumped into my throat, and I was on my feet in an instant, every instinct I had screaming at me to get the fuck out of here.

I fumbled for my boots, jamming my feet into them with all the grace of a newborn deer on meth. All I could think about was finding Red. Yeah, we had a huge fucking argument that made us both want to rip each other’s heads off, but right now, that shit didn’t matter. I needed to find her, and I needed to find her fast. I bolted out of my quarters like a bat out of hell, shoes still untied, tripping over my own feet.

Desperation was my middle name at this point.

I stumbled outside, half-blinded by the smoke and chaos, and soldiers were running around like a bunch of chickens with their heads chopped off. It was like a war zone, but instead of bullets and bombs, it was an explosion that had set the whole place ablaze. I could feel the heat radiating off the flames, and it felt like someone was branding my skin with an iron.

I scoured the area, tripping over debris and almost getting my ass kicked by falling beams. My heart was pounding so loud in my ears, I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts. The smoke was getting thicker, and my eyes were stinging like a bitch as I pushed through the crowd.

Finally, I caught a glimpse of her by a pile of rubble, trying to stop Viper’s bleeding from his nasty gash with her bare hands. She looked like she was about to cry, her eyes red-rimmed and her face pale with shock.

I rushed over to her side like a madman and knelt down next to Viper.

“What the actual fuck happened here?!” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. I didn’t need her to see how worried I was.

Red was doing her best to stanch the blood flow, but it didn’t look good. Viper looked up at me, grimacing obviously in agony.

“Unexploded projectile that went off. I thought I had checked the area, but apparently not well enough.”

I didn’t know whether to be pissed off or just disgusted. This was supposed to be a safe zone, but clearly it wasn’t.

Red’s eyes pleaded with me. “We need to get him to med bay. Now,” she emphasized.

I glanced down at Viper, sizing up just how messed up he was. “Can you walk?” I asked, grabbing his arm and trying to gauge whether he could even stand, let alone make it to the med bay.

He nodded, biting back a groan as he pushed himself up. “Yeah, I’ll manage.”

With a grunt, I threw his arm over my shoulder, gripping his waist with the other. The bastard was heavy as hell, and my back was screaming at me as I took most of his weight, Red grabbing his other arm. We got him on his feet, though every step had him wincing in pain.

“How the hell did this happen, man? You’re supposed to be the fucking explosives expert,” I said, as we half-carried, half-dragged Viper towards the med bay.

He forced a laugh, even though it sounded more like a cough. “Fuck, man, I was just careless. I didn’t think it would blow like that.”

“We’re supposed to be professionals,” I snarled, my grip tightening on his arm.

Red shot me a look, basically telling me to shut the fuck up. I bit my tongue and focused on dragging his sorry ass to safety. Arguing wasn’t going to do us any good right now.

The med bay wasn’t far, but it felt like miles. Every step was a struggle, Viper nearly passing out on us a few times, but he kept going.

“Almost there,” Red said, trying to keep his spirits up.

He nodded, squeezing out a smile. “I can make it,” he gritted out, his gaze flickering to the sky.

We managed to make it to the med bay, dropping Viper onto one of the gurneys. I knew this place well enough—it was my home away from home for months now and truth to be told, it looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.

Rows of hospital beds, each with some sort of fancy medical shit hooked up to them. Monitors beeping, tubes everywhere, and the smell of antiseptic was so strong it was making me gag.

The place was packed with wounded soldiers, nurses rushing around like they were on a mission from God, and doctors trying to save lives. It was fucking chaos, but it was a controlled one, and I’ve never been more grateful for it.

Viper groaned, clutching his side, blood still pouring from the wound. He was a tough bastard, but even he wasn’t invincible.

“Thanks, guys,” he whispered, before his eyes fluttered closed.

I rolled my eyes, giving him a sarcastic thumbs-up. “No problem, dickhead. Just doing what I can to keep your sorry ass alive.”

A bunch of doctors or nurses—who gives a shit—rushed over, all in white coats, looking at us like we were the walking dead. One of them piped up, “What the hell happened to him?”

I shot him a look that would kill, my eyes practically burning into his face.

“Does it matter right now? Get him fixed up and patched up,” I shout at the top of my lungs, barely able to catch my breath.

The guy locked eyes with me, probably realizing I was two seconds away from snapping his neck, and just nodded, barking orders at his team. They scrambled into action, leaving Red and me standing there like two idiots in the middle of a shitstorm.

Another soldier sat nearby, looking like he was about to puke or pass out—hell, maybe both. I knew that feeling all too well.

Red turned to me, her expression cold enough to freeze a polar bear’s balls.

“That was uncalled for,” she seethed and her nostrils flared.

The room stank of antiseptic and sweat, and I was surprised anyone could still stand it. The soldier looked like he was about to pass out. I knew the feeling. I’ve been there too.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down before I’d say something I’d regret. But she wasn’t done yet.

“The doctors are doing their best.”

And just like that, my temper was flared like a damn firecracker on the Fourth of July. I gritted my teeth so hard that I was surprised they didn’t shatter in my mouth.

“Viper’s bleeding out here like a stuck pig, and you’re worried about my fucking attitude ?”

Red shook her head, looking pissed now, too. “You can’t go around yelling at people like that. It’s not your place.”

“My place? What is my place, Doc? To stand by and watch him die?”

She looked at me with her eyes all narrowed to slits, like she was one second away from ripping my head off and doing some DIY surgery with a pocket knife.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her arms folded over her chest. “That’s not what I meant, but there are better ways to handle it.”

I rolled my eyes, completely done with this bullshit. “If you’ve got a problem with how I handle things, then maybe you should shut your mouth and mind your own fucking business.”

Red threw her hands up in the air. “Oh, this is so typical of you. Always so angry, always so fucking aggressive. No wonder no one can stand to be around you.”

Her eyes widened, and she looked around to make sure no one was listening. Guess she thought I was going to start breaking shit. But I didn’t. I simply... stopped. Paused.

I looked her in the eyes, and for a second, we were just two people stuck in a shitty waiting room with no past, no memories, no shared experiences to cling onto.

“Yeah, well, at least I’m unapologetically me . You should try it sometime.”

I knew I’ve hit a nerve, because her eyes went wide, and she just stood there, staring at the floor. I looked over at the soldier guy, and he was staring at us like he wanted to puke up his guts into a trash can.

I looked back at Red, and it was only then that I noticed she was still wearing my t-shirt from the other night, a bit oversized and stained with Viper’s blood, but fuck me, it still looked good on her. Along with a pair of military pants and her Converse All Stars that she had when we left together her medical camp.

A smile spread across my face as I remembered the events of the previous night—especially our good fuck, that kind that sticks in your mind even when you don’t want it to.

That even continued in my fucking dreams.

“Hey, Red,” I said, smirking like an asshole, “You look damn good in my shirt.”

There was something strangely comforting about seeing her like this, wearing my clothes as if they were her own. It made me feel closer to her, even in our darkest hour.

I needed to get this shit out of my fucking head.

Then I turned around, and I sat down, glaring at that soldier like I hoped he wouldn’t remember I just had a mental breakdown in front of him.

Red’s face flushed red, her fists clenching into tight balls at her sides looking like she was one second away from decking me. Instead, she just took a deep breath and looked away, her eyes darting around the waiting room as she tried to find something—anything—else to look at.

“Dr. Davis, we need your help,” someone called out.

The second that name left the guy’s mouth, I could see the recognition in her eyes. She knew who the fuck this was. And judging by the way her whole posture shifted, he knew she knew. The tension between them could’ve fueled a small country for a year.

That voice. Fucking hell, that voice.

I paused, my jaw dropping as I recognized it.

Shit, that scumbag.

I gritted my teeth so hard, I thought my head was going to explode. But I held my tongue.

For now.