#colonel xia

He smirks as you sputter to respond, "Uh huh… Well, I'm freezing."

He gives you a suspicious look, "You're okay with the cold coming in from the window, But you think I'm cold?"

He scoffs, turning away, "Fine."

His boots echo against the floor, "I'll get you a blanket."

He tosses one of your throw blankets down beside him as he sits. You look at the blanket, then back at him.

"You don't need to be in a hurry to thank me," he teases, "I'm not here to take care of you today."

A mischievous smile touches his lips, "If you're cold… You need to come over here yourself."

"Sit." He pats his thigh and your pulse quickens as his eyes darken.

You shake your head.

"You sat in my lap before. What are you afraid of?" One dark eyebrow raises as he cocks his head with a devilish smile, "The fact that I'm wearing my uniform?"

"N-no…" Your eyes rake over him once more as your body begins to flush.

"Do you actually believe I can't tell what you're thinking?" In a flash, his hand is around your throat, fingers pressing against either side of your neck. Not hurting you, just holding you there.

His thumb back and forth over your fluttering pulse, "You think I can't… feel it?"

Caleb grins at your sharp intake of breath, a memory flashing through your mind.

"Oh… you're thinking about that interrogation, right?" His eyes roam over you, before finding yours once more.

He trails his gloved hand down the column of your neck, "Do you remember the mood tracker that was on your neck?"

"Detecting emotions doesn't need to be complicated," he leans in, brushing his lips against your ear.

"When it comes to you, I'm more effective than that device…" A shudder rolls through you as heat begins to pool low in your stomach.

His voice is barely a whisper, "It's just that... we're not close enough."

"Come closer… Open up," he says as he releases you.

Your body is starting to feel hot. Trying to put more distance between you, you sit back.

He scoffs, "You won't move? I have to go to you?"

You nod. Heart pounding in your chest.

His voice lowers to a growl, "If so, things won't be simple anymore."

He pushes you back against the couch, lips claiming yours as the heavy weight of him settles against you. His hand slips beneath your sleep shirt causing you to gasp at the coolness for leather brushes over your skin.

You can feel yourself getting dizzy as he begins to consume you. The heat of him radiating through the uniform, the hunger of his kiss, his hand sliding your shirt up…

"You need to breathe…" he rasps against your lips.

You take a steadying breath and then he's kissing you again. Lips moving against yours like he's starving for it.

He blazes a path down the column of your throat, your breath catching as you speak, "Caleb, are you upset… because of work?"

"Am I… in a bad mood… because of the Fleet?" His breath hitches as you arch into him.

"Do you still have the energy to think about them?" he growls.

He grips your jaw tightly, amethyst eyes burning, "The person under the Colonel's command right now is you. Watch your mouth."

He crashes lips to yours, moaning into the kiss as his tongue plunges into your mouth, tasting you as he roughly cups your now bare breasts.

"When the Farspace Fleet's Colonel is present, you're not allowed to be disrespectful." He pinches one nipple, relishing in how responsive you are.

He laughs, as he brushes his lips teasingly against your sternum, "…but I guess you already failed in that regard."

He hums against your skin, pulling your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. You to arch off of the couch on a sharp gasp as he sucks and teases the skin, your body writhing beneath him. He releases the puckered skin with a pop.

"Tch…You're pulling away again?" he rasps against your lips, "Are my leather gloves chaffing you?" his hand slides down your stomach.

You pull his bottom lip between your teeth, and he inhales sharply, "You're…" kiss "not allowed…" kiss "to bite though."

He abruptly pushes your thighs wide, pining you open, "The interrogation isn't over yet. You're not allowed to squirm."

He can't hold back a breathy moan as he sees the damp spot on the seam of your panties. He trails needy, open mouth kisses down your body. The desperate sounds he makes goes straight to your pussy. A quiet whimper leaves you when his fingers slide under the edge of the fabric, teasing your outer lips.

Caleb pauses, breathing heavily as he rests his head on your inner thigh, "What exactly am I interrogating you for?"

His breath catches as his fingers tease your drenched flesh, "You tell me…" he groans.

"Answer me. Who is the Colonel?" his free hand drops to the fly of his pants.

"Y-you…" Your breath hitches at the sound of his zipper lowering.

"It's me?" He pulls out his thick cock, pumping himself as he slides your panties to the side.

"Well then… can I do this?" he seals his mouth around your pussy, with a desperate whimper as the sweet taste of you hits his tongue. Your fingers sink into his hair as you moan, molten hot pleasure shooting through you when he sucks your clit between his lips.

A dark chuckle leaves him before whispers against your slick center, "Good girl…"

Your eyes roll back as he continues devouring you. His cock dribbling precum as your hips begin to grind against his face.

You whine when he sits up, "You still feel cold?" he chuckles when you shake your head quickly, "It's a bit hot?"

He kisses you as shifts between your legs, sliding his aching cock against you as you taste yourself on his lips,"Don't worry, I'll do it slowly..."

He pushes in with a soft grunt, "I'll take good care of you..."

You cry out at the pressure, squirming beneath him.

He laughs, "Why are you trying to escape again?" He grips your hips as he pushes in more.

"We're just getting started. We can… keep going." He rolls his hips against you slowly, not wanting to hurt you.

He mouths at your neck, soft whimpers pressing into your skin as he finally bottoms out. He sighs at the feel of your heat twitching around him, his hands caressing over the tops of your thighs as you stretch around him.

"C-Caleb… 's too much…" you whine against him.

"Ah… You aren't sure if it feels good?" he slowly pulls almost all of the way out, then drives his hips forward. He moans as your walls clench around him.

He smiles knowingly, brushing hair from your face as he stares into your eyes, "Is that really the case?" A sound rumbles in his chest as you rake your nails down his muscled back, "Hmm… Stay…. It'll feel good…"

He kisses you softly, setting a steady rhythm. Pleasure sparking from your center all throughout your body as he rocks into you, "I'm here… I know everything about you…"

His kisses becomes more urgent, his pace increasing as he feels your body beginning to tighten around him. You whine into his mouth, each drag of his cock against your walls pushing you closer to the edge.

He pulls back, breathless, "Get on top of me… let me see you more clearly… Is that okay?"

He sits up, shifting you to straddle him, releasing a breathless groan as you slide your dripping arousal over him, not caring about the mess you're making of his uniform.

"Say it.. Say yes…" His gaze find yours through half-lidded eyes.

His expression already looks drunk, cheeks flushed pink as you whisper, "Yes…"

He chuckles in satisfaction, "I heard you…"

He pulls you down, your pussy sheathing him beautifully. He crushes you against him, his hips driving up into you as he finds your lips again. You match his rhythm, rolling your hips against him, your hands tangling in his hair as you ride him, taking everything he has to offer...

You were dying.

Actually dying. 

Okay…Maybe not dying….but you were wet, aching, clenching around nothing while he had the audacity to calmly review patrol routes like he wasn’t the single most edible thing you’d ever seen in your entire life.

You wanted to crawl under the table and ruin him with your lips, wrap them around his cock and– no no don't turn yourself even more feral then you are! You chastised yourself. You wanted him to ruin you. Whatever, you told your ovaries to calm down and like normal around the colonel they outright ignore you.

You can't just slide under the table and suck his soul out of his cock, so you did the next best thing.

Your foot found his calf first, Lightly.

Then his knee, you watched his face as he watched one of his subordinates talk some shit about guns. 

Then—slow, so slow—you slid it higher. The second your toe brushed the inside of his thigh you felt the muscle jump like you’d shocked him. 

But his face?

Nothing.

Stone-cold colonel mask. Only the tiniest twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away, and that tiny twitch made your whole body throb, and you can barely hold back a moan.

You kept going.

When your toes finally pressed against the thick, hard line of him through his trousers, you almost moaned out loud again.

He was already so fucking hard. For you. Under the table. In front of all these people.

You dragged your toes along his length once—slow, deliberate—and watched his fountain pen stutter across the page, leaving a little black smear like even his ink was losing control.

Fuck, you love him like this.

You asked some completely innocent question about airspace clearance, batting your lashes like you weren’t currently stroking his cock with your foot under the mahogany table, His voice when he answered—low, steady, dangerous—made your panties stick to you even worse.

When the meeting finally ended and the room cleared, you stayed put, thighs pressed together, trying to look innocent while your heart tried to hammer its way out of your chest.

He stood and strode to the door, the click of that lock was the single hottest sound you’ve ever heard, or at least the implications of what it meant was.

He crossed the room like a predator, staring at you with dark violet eyes. Grabbed your wrist. Yanked you up against him. You could feel how hard he still was, how fast his heart was pounding under all that crisp uniform fabric.

“You’ve been torturing me all morning,” he growled against your ear as he pulled you even closer, voice so low it vibrated straight down your spine, and to your pussy

“Teasing. Touching. Squeezing me like I’m your toy.

“You are,” you whispered, grinning like the brat you are.

Something in his eyes snapped “Say that again” he growled 

“You’re mine to torment, Colonel.” 

Next thing you knew your back was against the door, his hand braced over your head with your wrists in it, caging you in, and his other hand was shoving your skirt up and ripping your panties away like they personally offended him.

Two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning and you almost screamed,you whimpered instead.

You were so wet they just slid right in, and he groaned, like he couldn’t believe how soaked you were for him.

“Look at you,” he rasped, lips brushing your ear, teeth grazing the shell with a soft nip

“Dripping all over my fingers after teasing me for two straight hours. Greedy little thing, who's a toy to be played with now?”

He curled them just right and your knees buckled as the pleasure shot through your core.

He pinned you harder, grinding his cock against your thigh so you could feel exactly what you’d done to him, it makes you buck up and try to feel more.

“Stay still,” he ordered, voice pure steel. “Or I stop and make you leave like this, needy–empty.”

He pulled his fingers out and you almost cried. Then he spun you around, chest to the door, and you heard the belt. The zipper. The most beautiful sounds in the universe–aparr from his whimpers when you wrap your lips around his coc–.

One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, stretching you so perfectly you saw stars. His hand slapped over your mouth, cutting your whimpering scream short.

And then he fucked you.

Hard. Deep. Possessive. Every heavy snap of his hips slammed you up onto your toes, rattled the doorframe, made your brain short-circuit.

His cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you on the way out, only to punch back in so deep your vision whited out at the edges. The wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, slick and obscene, each thrust forcing more of your arousal down your thighs as he slams in with a squelching sound.

You were shaking. Clenching. Helpless. Your walls fluttered and squeezed around him like your body was trying to keep him there forever, and every time you tightened he let out this low, broken moan against your neck that made you clench even harder.

His free hand slid around to your lower belly, pressing down just enough that you could feel every single inch of him moving inside you—thick, hot, relentless. His hips rolled in that brutal rhythm, balls hitting your clit with each punishing thrust, your legs were trembling so hard you would’ve fallen if he wasn’t holding you up.

You were right there. Right on the edge. Tears pricked your eyes. Your whole body locked up, thighs quivering, walls pulsing around him in frantic little spasms, needing something–anything to push you over that ledge.

That’s when he leaned in, lips against your ear, voice dark velvet and rough.

“Come for me.”

His palm pressed harder over your mouth as you shattered, hard, helpless, your scream swallowed against his skin while your pussy clamped down around him in wave after wave, fluttering, milking him, soaking his cock. Your vision blurred. Your knees gave out completely. You could only tremble and pulse around him, completely lost.

He followed right after—two more deep, punishing thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, groaning low and broken against your shoulder as he spilled inside you, hot and thick, hips jerking with every pulse.

For a long moment neither of you moved—just ragged breathing, sweat-slick skin, and the faint tremor in his thighs pressed to the backs of yours.

Then he was gentle again. So gentle it almost hurt. He eased out carefully, fixed your skirt with steady hands, turned you around, and kissed your forehead like you were something precious and fragile–as if he didn't just fuck you against the door.

“Next time,” he murmured, thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip, “wait until we’re alone, pips.”

You smiled, dazed and floating still, legs shaky. “Where’s the fun in that? it's fun to make you lose control and break” obviously the brat hadn't been fucked completely out of you….

His eyes narrowed, but that tiny smirk— oh goodness, that smirk—told you everything.

He was not done with you 

“Keep talking like that,” he said softly in a dangerous tone, reaching out and gripping your chin, “and we won’t make it out of this building.”

You shivered so hard he felt it

He smirked again and kissed your nose gently l.

Damn,You are so completely, hopelessly, stupidly in love with this man. 

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