Sergent Reckless

Jake is your personal Knight

It is his job to protect you, to make sure you’re safe

And oh boy… did he love his job

Your curly hair bouncing off your shoulders as you frolic through the palace gardens. Running through rows of daisies and tulips, he can’t help but stare wondrously at your gorgeous smile. She looks so happy, he thinks, watching you.

As you continue to explore the grounds at your second home, only reserved for spring, your loyal knight will follow you everywhere. He is quite stoic, not talking much, but always observing. After all, it is his job to make sure you are safe; he certainly wouldn’t do it for any other reason. Not because he had fallen in love with you since he’d become your guard.

Your glowing personality drew him to you, and he had never been happier for a job placement in his life.

He had become an extremely respected and trusted knight after being a major lead in securing your countries victory in a war that seemed hopeless. He had been promoted to be the princess’ personal knight

Though he had never met you, he heard stories of your beauty. From the other knights that had protected the balls and parties your kingdom threw; he had been told all about the princess who glided effortlessly along the ballroom floor

How her hair fell loose on her shoulder

How she looked so natural and it was no wonder she was the kingdom’s pride and joy

After he had gotten called in by your father and appointed to be your knight, he could not wipe the smile off his face

And you…

Well, you were mighty suspicious of this new guard of yours

He is so pretty, too pretty… what brought a man like him into knighthood? Maybe he had an unstoppable dedication to protect his kingdom

As you get to know him, you learn to trust him more

You come to terms with the fact that he will be with you everywhere

You talk to him and joke with him, getting to know him more and more everyday

And he falls in love with you more and more every day

As you run through the fields of flowers, you dash towards your knight, grabbing his hand and dragging him along with you

He picks up his feet and follows along the pace you set, running behind you, desperate to keep up

He cannot lose you, but more than that, he does not want to be away from you, to lose the feeling of your touch

The cold gloves of his armor ward off the normal heat of the world, but your hand wrapped around his warms his soul

As you drag him through the grass and flowers, he recognizes just how far you are getting from the palace grounds

And as he opens his mouth to protest, you bring your lips to his unexpecting ones, still agape from the words stuck on his tongue, starting to process the new warm feeling you introduced

His princess was kissing him

He shouldn’t do this, this is inappropriate, this is wrong, he could be demoted, or hanged

But nothing he could do, no thought he could legitimately fathom, ever included him rejecting your kiss

It’s so warm, so inviting, so… everything he has thought of since he met you

He returns your kiss with little hesitation, so little so that you know he has never thought of truly rejecting you

After all, it is his job to listen to you and follow your orders, whether spoken or not

As you pull away, he can’t help but reach for more, a gesture that only gets met with soft giggles

Your foreheads rest against each other’s as he catches his breath from the intense grasp you held him in

“Sir Seresin, I desperately need your help with a problem I have been facing” you whisper into his ears, leaving him with goosebumps

As you bring yourself to lay in the thick grass covering the plains near your palace, you grab Jake’s hand, guiding his form on top of yours

He lets you bring him to the ground, gently pressing his weight on top of yours

Beautiful green eyes peering into your own, you bring your hand to his hair, nails scraping along his scalp, giving him goosebumps

He’s fucking you in a family bathroom, your arms and tits and cheek shoved against the cold white tile wall. One hand gripping you hip, the other on your ass, rocking in and out of you roughly. He already filled you up twice today before you went out, once when you woke up and once when you started getting ready after breakfast. He loved keeping you full, having his cum running down your legs, making your thighs sticky, marking you as his. He had to keep you full.

Bradly starts panting, his head dropping… he’s going to cum

His grip tightens, he can feel himself nearing the edge, your tight walls drawing him closer and closer. You feel his dick twitch, and he brings his long thick fingers to your mouth, shoving them down your throat. You taste the mix of his cum with yours from the quick fingering he gave you to make sure you were ready. Tears gather at your eyes as his fingers reach deeper in your throat. The moisture breaches your eyes, dragging your mascara along with it.

As Bradly cums, he chants your name, bringing you over that edge with him. He fucks you through your orgasm, your legs shaking, having a hard time holding yourself up. He reaches his arm under your stomach to brace you, offering you all the support you need. As he senses your body relaxing he grabs your chin, giving your pink, drool covered lips a sweet kiss. He pulls out of you, readjusting your panties, trying to keep as much of his cum in you as possible.

He brings his hand to your hair, gripping onto it and pushing you to your knees, dragging your mouth to his cock to clean all his and your cum off of him. You swirl your tongue around his tip, up and down his shaft. The feeling of your lips wrapped around him has Bradly a little over excited, and he bottoms himself out in your throat. Your gagging and moaning make him all the more eager, as he fucks into your throat, watching you makeup flow down your face even more. He loves making a mess of you, it shows him you will do anything for him and he just loves that. He hesitantly pulls away from you mouth and pulls his pants back up, buckling up his belt in one fair swoop.

Looking down at you, he catches your eyes, you still on your knees. The way you look up at him reminds him of a puppy looking up at its owner.

 Distracted by the thoughts of what those beautiful, soft hands would look and feel like, running down his midriff, playing with the elastic of his boxers, slowly making your way down, and grasping onto his—“Boone, are you ready to head out?” you asked him when you stopped in front of him with a light hearted, excited smile plastered across your face. You had jogged over to him after he hadn’t responded to yours or Tyler’s calls, figuring he just had a lot on his mind, not at all unhappy to come closer to snap him out of it.

Truth be told, you always had a bit of a thing for Boone, his exhilarating personality always giving you so much energy, not to mention, he was amazing to look at, his moustache being one of the features you appreciate most about him.

Boone nodded his head eagerly, still star struck by you, opting to not open his mouth, as he didn’t trust himself to not say something stupid. The two of you walked side by side back towards the red ultra-modded truck the three of you would be barrelling into as soon as you reached it.

 Boone couldn’t help but fixate on how your hand wrapped around the handle of your door, watching your pretty red nails fold around the silver plastic. He couldn’t help his thoughts from wandering back to what he had been thinking of moments ago. Those hands looked so pretty wrapped around that handle, what would they look like wrapped around him? The thought got his blood pumping, the images of your delicate fingers with those decorated nails gripping his length, slowly moving up and down, overflowed his mind.

He quickly tore his eyes away from you, hopping in the truck and sitting down hastily, as not to get caught with the tent in his pants. He tried not to let his overactive imagination get him into trouble, but he was having a hard time controlling the perverted thoughts that raced through his brain. He couldn’t get the thought of it out of his head. How was he going to survive an entire day in the truck with you? At least he didn’t have to sit in the back with you… well he wasn’t supposed to until Tyler raced over to the truck with Kate, motioning Boone to the back seat so Kate could work her magic and find you the perfect storm. Boone’s heart pounded and his stomach did a few flips. Now he truly had no idea how he was going to get through the day, the urge to touch you, grab at you, and squeeze you burning in his head.

            He was right, this was torture… but he loved it. He loved seeing the excitement on your face as Tyler drove into the pelting rain, ready to see the tornado you had all been waiting for. He saw your eyes brighten and your hands shoot up to your face, your reaction to a bail of hay intercepting your path. Thankfully your driver was good at his job, as reckless as he could be, and he avoided the bail with no problems at all. Boone’s eyes were fixed on your hands as they shot to your face, still haunted by the thoughts of them all over him. He had a moment of realization, comparing how he had always thought before to how he was thinking now. Any time he had thought of hands being put to use, he always imagined his on you, not yours on him. He was always having thoughts about what his strong hands would look like wrapped around your beautiful throat, gently cutting off your air supply, making you dizzy, and sending you into a different dimension. Or how his fingers would look disappearing into your warm, wet pussy, pushing in and out, trying to draw out as many moans from you as he possibly could. God, he was so desperate to hear what you sounded like when he was worshipping your body.

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Your chase wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, not for you as Wranglers, that is. You ran your experiment, and collected your data as planned, and had a lot of fun along the way. You had noticed Boone had been quiet all day. It had you a bit worried, he was never that way. He always had something to say or a noise to make, expressing himself constantly; you loved it about him.

Arriving at the motel, you had all gone your separate ways, having a tiring day. Yes, everything had gone to plan, but being whipped around in a tornado is exhausting none the less. You unlocked the motel room door with the key Kate had given you five minutes earlier. After bidding her a good night, you set off to relax. You closed the door and set you bag on the floor next to the bed and headed off to the bathroom to wash your face, in hopes of feeling a bit more fresh. As soon as your hands felt the chill from the water, you heard a gentle knock on your door. Curious as to who could be knocking on your door so late at night, you gazed through the peep hole, seeing the man you were always sneaking glances at. As soon as you recognized who it was, your heart skipped several beats, releasing a slight panic throughout your body. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down and removed the only barrier that separated the two of you.

“You know, you really shouldn’t open the door for a random person in the middle of the night,” Boone quipped, raising one eyebrow, as if he knew better than you. You chuckled slightly, more preoccupied with the fact that he showed up at your door at all. “You know I could see you, right?” you ask back, gesturing to the little circle in the upper-center of the door. You step aside to let him in, assuming he has come for a reason. He steps through the threshold and stares at you as you shut the door.

 You turn around to face him, wondering why he decided to pay you a late night visit. The silence gets heavy, weighing on the both of you, as neither of you know exactly what to say. You both open your mouths, ready to speak, even if the words weren’t well thought through. You see Boone ready to speak, so you instinctively close your mouth, ready to listen to whatever he has to say. He takes a few moments to think about what he wants to say, seeing how patiently you are willing to wait for him.