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Story: Orders and Obsessions
Not only the recruits were laughing in the cafeteria, but also the officers. Mason’s joining in gave the staff the go-ahead to keep going. People were standing on tables, sliding across the floor, and holding other people hostage right under the sprinklers. It was honestly the most fun I’ve had since I got here.
The alarm stopped ringing, and the water from the sprinklers stopped completely.
Mason took my hand and pulled me out the back door of the kitchen. He ran through the camp, through the bushes, and back to his room.
I took off my squelching boots and pants. He took off his T-shirt and turned to face me, his amber eyes burning with a certain fire.
I was out of breath from the water fight and the running, so I stood there staring at him. He bit his lip and practically jumped towards me, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist for extra support. He was so strong that I couldn’t move.
He walked to the wall, held me against it, and pressed his forehead against mine so that our faces were very close together.
“How does this feel for doing the wrong thing?”His voice was rough, which was sexy and went straight to my lower body. He found my hair and pulled the hair tie out, letting dark, wet strands fall freely around my shoulders.
I looked up at him, and his face was full of desire and seduction. He was so beautiful that my stomach started to flutter when he got closer. His lips were slightly parted and wet, and my stomach started to flutter.
I closed my eyes just as our lips met. I thought his rough hands would move over my body and his kiss would take everything quickly and hungrily, as if he wanted to destroy my face because Mason liked control and power. But instead, his kiss was sensual.
You think about the perfect kiss in your mind: how gently he presses his lips against yours, how fast his tongue moves against yours, and the taste that stays in your dreams for weeks.
Mason was all of that. He kissed me exactly how I wanted to be kissed. He kissed me in a way I had never been kissed before. He tasted sweet, like pear drops, and his movements were slow and precise, as if he had practiced them until they were perfect.
There was no soldier in him. There were no fights, competitions, or battles between us. There were only two people sharing one feeling, one passion, in one heated moment. We were close and united.
I ran my hands over the tight dips and mounds of his back muscles. He was the strongest man I had ever been with so close. His body was sculpted by the Gods, and he put all of my past relationships to shame.
He carried me to the bed without breaking a sweat, straining a muscle, or breaking our kiss.
His body hovered over mine, and as our lips stayed locked, his strong hands slipped under my long T-shirt, grabbed the elastic of my panties, and pulled them down my thighs.
He stood back and looked down at me like a man who was filled with every good feeling you could think of.
It was strange to see my delicate pants in his big, strong hands, but it still felt right.
He held his belt with both hands and quickly pulled it off, slipping it through all of the belt loops in a quick and skilled way.
He held the whole thing in both hands and pulled hard, making the belt make a loud noise as it got tighter. I smiled with excitement and appreciation for what was to come.
He found the button and zipper on his trousers while looking at me. He pulled on both of them, dropping everything else to the floor and showing me his naked body completely.
I was wetter now than I was during the water fight.
I sat on the bed and looked at his whole body, taking in all of its beauty. His biceps, abs, stomach muscles, thigh muscles, tattoo, and so on…
It was just like Amber said it would be, but better. He was eight inches long and thick, with veins that made even the most private part of his body look strong and lean.
I sat up and put my hand around his m*****d so that we were face to face.
He clenched his jaw and let out a breath, but then he took off my T-shirt and threw it across the room. Next, he reached around and unclasped my bra. I wiggled free while keeping my hand on him, which made his p***s feel even softer.
“I want you right now.” He touched my hand to stop me from moving. I looked into his blue eyes and suddenly felt nervous.
What if he doesn’t want me to see him?
Maybe he gets turned on when I don’t. Will he want the same punishments and control in bed as he does on the pitch?
“Yes, sir.” I looked down.
“What are you doing?””
He stopped for a second and then laughed, but he put his hand on my chin and pulled my face up to look at him.
“With you, I’m just Mason.” It’s the only place where I can be myself without pretending, being torn between two sides, or living up to anyone’s expectations. Only Mason.”
He came up to me, and I backed up on the bed. He pushed his knee between my legs, making them wider and stopping me from closing them.
I bent my back and tilted my head so his tongue could touch mine. He kissed, nibbled, and sucked on all of my nerve endings as he moved his lips down my neck.
He held my b****t in his hands and lightly squeezed my n****e between his two fingers. As he put the other one in his mouth and pulled on the sensitive pinkness between his lips, the pressure grew.
I lay back and enjoyed the way his mouth and hands felt. My body was on fire, sizzling high in the flames. I was tingling, throbbing, and aching. I needed more.
He moved his knee away from my legs and spread his legs wide on the outside of my body. Then he held my hip bones tightly with his strong hands.
He flipped my whole body over so I was face down on the bed and pulled me up so my a*s was in the air. He slapped it once, and my eyes got bigger.
I could feel the warmth of his length pressing against my back, but he didn’t try to enter me. Instead, he held me from behind.
He ran two of his fingers up and down my centre, sometimes dipping in to spread the wetness. I turned around to look at him, but he was looking down, mesmerised by my body.
“Riley, I’ve wanted to do this to you since the first day I met you.” He teased my entrance with two fingers, making me breathe faster and rock on his fingers, which made them go deep and slow.
As he touched my g-spot, I started to shake and my knees got weak, but he was strong enough to hold me up with just one hand.
“Why do I want to feel you c*m on my fingers so much? This is so wrong.” Why do I want to feel you shake on my damn d**k? Why do I want to put my tongue inside of you and taste you?”
I groaned.
The alarm stopped ringing, and the water from the sprinklers stopped completely.
Mason took my hand and pulled me out the back door of the kitchen. He ran through the camp, through the bushes, and back to his room.
I took off my squelching boots and pants. He took off his T-shirt and turned to face me, his amber eyes burning with a certain fire.
I was out of breath from the water fight and the running, so I stood there staring at him. He bit his lip and practically jumped towards me, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist for extra support. He was so strong that I couldn’t move.
He walked to the wall, held me against it, and pressed his forehead against mine so that our faces were very close together.
“How does this feel for doing the wrong thing?”His voice was rough, which was sexy and went straight to my lower body. He found my hair and pulled the hair tie out, letting dark, wet strands fall freely around my shoulders.
I looked up at him, and his face was full of desire and seduction. He was so beautiful that my stomach started to flutter when he got closer. His lips were slightly parted and wet, and my stomach started to flutter.
I closed my eyes just as our lips met. I thought his rough hands would move over my body and his kiss would take everything quickly and hungrily, as if he wanted to destroy my face because Mason liked control and power. But instead, his kiss was sensual.
You think about the perfect kiss in your mind: how gently he presses his lips against yours, how fast his tongue moves against yours, and the taste that stays in your dreams for weeks.
Mason was all of that. He kissed me exactly how I wanted to be kissed. He kissed me in a way I had never been kissed before. He tasted sweet, like pear drops, and his movements were slow and precise, as if he had practiced them until they were perfect.
There was no soldier in him. There were no fights, competitions, or battles between us. There were only two people sharing one feeling, one passion, in one heated moment. We were close and united.
I ran my hands over the tight dips and mounds of his back muscles. He was the strongest man I had ever been with so close. His body was sculpted by the Gods, and he put all of my past relationships to shame.
He carried me to the bed without breaking a sweat, straining a muscle, or breaking our kiss.
His body hovered over mine, and as our lips stayed locked, his strong hands slipped under my long T-shirt, grabbed the elastic of my panties, and pulled them down my thighs.
He stood back and looked down at me like a man who was filled with every good feeling you could think of.
It was strange to see my delicate pants in his big, strong hands, but it still felt right.
He held his belt with both hands and quickly pulled it off, slipping it through all of the belt loops in a quick and skilled way.
He held the whole thing in both hands and pulled hard, making the belt make a loud noise as it got tighter. I smiled with excitement and appreciation for what was to come.
He found the button and zipper on his trousers while looking at me. He pulled on both of them, dropping everything else to the floor and showing me his naked body completely.
I was wetter now than I was during the water fight.
I sat on the bed and looked at his whole body, taking in all of its beauty. His biceps, abs, stomach muscles, thigh muscles, tattoo, and so on…
It was just like Amber said it would be, but better. He was eight inches long and thick, with veins that made even the most private part of his body look strong and lean.
I sat up and put my hand around his m*****d so that we were face to face.
He clenched his jaw and let out a breath, but then he took off my T-shirt and threw it across the room. Next, he reached around and unclasped my bra. I wiggled free while keeping my hand on him, which made his p***s feel even softer.
“I want you right now.” He touched my hand to stop me from moving. I looked into his blue eyes and suddenly felt nervous.
What if he doesn’t want me to see him?
Maybe he gets turned on when I don’t. Will he want the same punishments and control in bed as he does on the pitch?
“Yes, sir.” I looked down.
“What are you doing?””
He stopped for a second and then laughed, but he put his hand on my chin and pulled my face up to look at him.
“With you, I’m just Mason.” It’s the only place where I can be myself without pretending, being torn between two sides, or living up to anyone’s expectations. Only Mason.”
He came up to me, and I backed up on the bed. He pushed his knee between my legs, making them wider and stopping me from closing them.
I bent my back and tilted my head so his tongue could touch mine. He kissed, nibbled, and sucked on all of my nerve endings as he moved his lips down my neck.
He held my b****t in his hands and lightly squeezed my n****e between his two fingers. As he put the other one in his mouth and pulled on the sensitive pinkness between his lips, the pressure grew.
I lay back and enjoyed the way his mouth and hands felt. My body was on fire, sizzling high in the flames. I was tingling, throbbing, and aching. I needed more.
He moved his knee away from my legs and spread his legs wide on the outside of my body. Then he held my hip bones tightly with his strong hands.
He flipped my whole body over so I was face down on the bed and pulled me up so my a*s was in the air. He slapped it once, and my eyes got bigger.
I could feel the warmth of his length pressing against my back, but he didn’t try to enter me. Instead, he held me from behind.
He ran two of his fingers up and down my centre, sometimes dipping in to spread the wetness. I turned around to look at him, but he was looking down, mesmerised by my body.
“Riley, I’ve wanted to do this to you since the first day I met you.” He teased my entrance with two fingers, making me breathe faster and rock on his fingers, which made them go deep and slow.
As he touched my g-spot, I started to shake and my knees got weak, but he was strong enough to hold me up with just one hand.
“Why do I want to feel you c*m on my fingers so much? This is so wrong.” Why do I want to feel you shake on my damn d**k? Why do I want to put my tongue inside of you and taste you?”
I groaned.