Roy is supposed to be providing Riza backup on an undercover assignment when his jealousy gets the better of him.
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day 5: gloves || day 7: burning
Roy
My jaw clenches tight, and my knuckles turn white around my glass, the whiskey inside doing nothing to calm my rage. This mission has been going on for over a week, and the entire time, I’ve been suppressing my irritation. Now, though, the reality of it is being thrust in my face, and my restraint is dwindling fast.
I watch the two of them from my seat at the bar in burning silence, fighting every instinct I have—all of them screaming at me to stop this at once. I should never have approved this assignment. It was Havoc’s idea, and I was put on the spot. Refusing would have raised questions, but I’m the commanding officer. I could’ve shut it down without giving a reason.
Paranoia got the better of me. Even if I didn’t need to explain myself, not doing so would invite suspicion, and I can’t risk that. Not with everything I’ve already sacrificed to get to where I am.
My head turns at the sound of her laugh. It’s musical and soft. She has her head tossed back, making her blonde hair flutter around her shoulders. One of his hands slides into it, his fingers soiling the beautiful waves. My jaw cracks, and I force myself to drink, if only to distract myself. It doesn’t work.
I stare at them, fuming. She doesn’t even shrug him off. Instead, she gives him a look. A fucking longing look. As if she likes it—him touching her. Bile rises in my throat, and I feel my head start pounding. Still, I can’t look away. She reaches out and puts a hand lightly on his arm, and he smiles at her. I want to punch all of his teeth through the back of his skull. I glare them down, breathing heavily through my nose.
“Another?”
I wave the bartender off without a glance. I’m supposed to be working, so the few drinks I’ve had are already too many. I’m here as her backup, but I’m failing at it.
Suddenly, he looks past her to a business man sitting at a table across the room from theirs. He leans in and whispers in her ear before kissing her cheek.
Bastard.
I relax slightly when he rises and begins moving away from her. As soon as she’s alone, her eyes come to me, and I instantly school my expression. She jerks her head toward the back hall, and I nod, taking a final sip of my drink before following her—at a safe distance to avoid attracting attention.
“He’s useless,” she announces as soon as the door shuts behind me, leaving us in a poorly lit storage room. “He hasn’t said a single thing about–”
I turn the lock with my thumb and face her.
“No, I’m sure he hasn’t,” I cut her off, my ire lacing my words. “If anything, I’d be surprised if he managed to get two words out that weren’t flattery or an attempt to get you into bed.”
“What?” she frowns, looking shocked. “Why would you say that?”
“Because,” I reply instantly, stalking over to a rusted rack of shelves. “He’s been overtly coming onto you for the entire evening.” I glance at her and then away. “It’s sickening really. Especially since you seem to welcome his advances.”
“Welcome his… I’m supposed to get close to him,” she comes back, defiantly. “That was the whole point of–”
“Well, you’re a little too close,” I snarl at her, spinning around. “Are you even after the information? Or is this just some tryst for you?”
“Tryst? I… That’s just…”
“Tell me, Lieutenant, are you attracted to him?”
“What? No!” she cries, stepping back. “I just–”
“Just what?” I frown at her.
“Doing my job.” She glares at me, and I scowl. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think…”
“You’d think what?”
“You are, aren’t you?” she murmurs.
“Spit it out, Hawkeye.” I sigh loudly.
“Sir, are you…jealous?”
I shut my eyes and clench my teeth. Dammit. She knows me too well. So much that trying to lie would be futile.
“Of course, I’m jealous,” I mutter softly.
She gasps quietly, and I feel her step toward me.
“Don’t you know…” I look up at her, meeting her wide eyes. “Don’t you know what you do to me?”
“I–”
“How I feel about you? That I—” I slam my fist again the wall. “I should be the only one to touch you. To make you wet. No one else should have that. It should only be me!”
“It is.”
Her voice is so quiet…at first, I think I imagined it.
“What?” I squint over at her, finally feeling the effects of the whiskey.
“You are the one who…makes me wet,” she announces, her words bouncing around the dark room. “He never… I would never go that far for a mission,” she goes on. “Not unless you asked me to.”
“I…me?” I blink.
That’s not possible. Is it? She can’t really feel the same way, can she?
“It’s always been you,” she keeps talking. “There isn’t anyone else.”
She takes another step toward me, and my back hits the wall.
“Lieutenant, I–”
“Riza,” she murmurs. “In my fantasies, you call me Riza.”
“Riza,” I choke on her name, my head stuck on the word “fantasies.”
“When I touch myself, I think of you,” she whispers against my throat, and whatever self-control I have left vanishes.
I turn her quickly and pin her to the cinderblock behind her.
“I want you,” I tell her hoarsely. “Right now.”
“Yes,” she concedes, grabbing my shoulders. “Please, sir.”
I fist the fabric of her skirt and yank it up to her waist, revealing her black lace panties. For a second, I see red, thinking of her wearing such sexy lingerie while sitting next to that jackass, but then she grabs my hand and pulls it down between her porcelain thighs. Moisture and heat spill over my palm, and I look up at her face.
“You did that,” she murmurs, rubbing herself against my hand. “Only you.”
With that in mind, I tug the strip of fabric aside and begin exploring her satiny folds. She gasps and leans back against the wall, completely at my mercy. Soon, her legs are slick with her wet and so is my arm. I’m tempted to toy with her until she comes, but my throbbing cock is pressing painfully against my fly, and if I don’t take care of it soon, her panties won’t be the only clothing that’s wet.
With one hand, I undo the button on my pants and lower the zipper. With the other, I pull the soaked underwear down her legs until it’s tangled at her knees. I watch her bend and remove the lace completely before standing back up, her skirt still bunched at her waist, her pretty pink pussy on display for me.
“Hurry, sir,” she urges. “We’ll be missed.”
Shit. She’s right.
“Get ready,” I tell her, grabbing her hips and hoisting her up, her back against the wall.
“I’ve been ready,” she gasps. “I’m always ready for you.”
I grunt my response as I reach down and free myself from my boxers. I hear her suck in air through her teeth, but I don’t pause. Instantly, I’m lined up with her narrow opening, the tip of my erection cushioned by her swollen lips.
“Do it,” she demands, her hands gripping my shoulders firmly.
And then I’m inside her. Her pussy squeezing tight around my hard cock. I brace an arm on the wall by her head, and I hear her panting softly.
“Don’t stop now,” she breathes. “Please. It feels so good.”
I drop my hands to her ass, holding her steady as I begin to pump inside of her, thrusting up hard into her hot channel. We’re pressed for time, and I’m so desperate to have her, I’m already feeling my balls tightening. I’ll burst at any moment, so I’m in a rush to get her there.
“Roy,” she gasps. “I…”
She’s close. I can tell from the tiny whimpers she keeps biting back, but she isn’t close enough. Continuing to thrust deep, forcing her back to slide up and down against the wall, I shove my hand up under her blouse and yank the flimsy cups of her bra down, finding a nipple with my fingers.
She yelps in surprise and then mewls, pushing her chest out, giving me better access. I tease her expertly, tugging at the tight buds and squeezing her small mounds. Trailing my fingers over them lightly. I switch back and forth between breasts until I feel her pussy spasm around my shaft.
Good. Finally.
“I’m about to blow,” I grunt into her ear. “You with me?”
“Almost,” she whines. “I just…”
“Fuck, Riza. Get there.”
“It’s not… I can’t…”
I curse internally, fighting my impending orgasm, and slide my hand out of her top only to shove it between her legs, searching desperately for her clit. I know when I find it because her whole body locks up.
“Oh God!” she wails, her head going back.
I rub at the hard nub vigorously, ramming my hips into hers until—
“Oh-oh! I…I’m coming!” her voice is weak as she moans into the darkness, her pussy clenching violently around my dick.
I slam into her one last time, and then I’m finished. I explode like a geyser, groaning into her neck as my hips jerk wildly against her. I feel our mixed fluids running down my cock, dripping down my balls, coating her between her legs.
When I finally feel it end, I pull back and look up at her. Her face is red, and her clothes are a mess, but she has an afterglow.
Fuck. I did that.
“I…” She glances at me and looks to the side. “I loved that,” she confesses.
“Me too.” My voice is hoarse as I slowly slide out of her, setting her on shaky legs.
“I…need a towel.” She shifts awkwardly, the evidence of us still trickling down her thighs.
“Here.” I turn around and grab a clean looking rag off a rack on the wall. “I’ve got it.”
Before she can protest, I kneel in front of her and start wiping her off. When I’m done, I toss the rag on the ground behind us.
“Um, Colonel?” she voices softly as I stand, tucking myself back into my pants.
“Yes, Lieutenant?”
It feels a little strange to refer to her so formally after what we just did, but still. She is my adjutant.
“What happens now?”
“Your assignment is finished for the night,” I tell her gently. “Go home and get some rest.”
“I mean…” She avoids my eyes, busying herself with fixing her clothes. “What happens with us?”
“Nothing,” I answer honestly. “Officially, this never happened. You’re my subordinate, and I’m your C.O.”
“Unofficially?” she whispers, swiping her discarded underwear from the floor and slipping them into her clutch, the sight of which makes my spent cock start to harden again.
“Unofficially…” I reach out and slide my fingers into her hair, caressing her cheek. “You’re mine,” I tell her quietly. “And this is only the beginning.”
I watch her eyes brighten even in the lack of lighting before a knock on the door interrupts us.
“Sir? Are you in there?”
Havoc. Dammit.
“Macon left in his town car,” he goes on through the door. “Lieutenant Hawkeye hasn’t checked in, but she wasn’t with him.”
I clear my throat and cross to the door, glancing over my shoulder to make sure Riza is decent before I open it.
“We’re both in here,” I announce casually, as I exit the room. “This was the best place for us to meet given the crowd out there.”
“Oh.” Havoc blinks and looks into the room just as Riza comes up behind me, sliding past him in the doorway.
“He didn’t give us anything,” I go on, adjusting my uniform jacket. “We’ll regroup tomorrow. We’re through for tonight. Send everyone home.”
“Right…” he answers slowly and looks between the lieutenant and me.
“Something wrong?” I give him a firm look.
“Oh, no,” he replies quickly. “I thought… Nevermind.”
“Goodnight, sir,” Riza ignores him, murmuring softly to me before she brushes against my arm on her way down the hall. I see Havoc smirk, and I bite back my response until the lieutenant is safely out of earshot.
“What?” I demand as soon as we’re alone.
“I don’t know.” He shrugs, mischief flickering in his eyes. “I just thought I noticed something strange about the way the lieutenant was walking. Maybe I imagined it.”
I feel my face blanch before I frown and narrow my eyes at him.
“Watch your damn tongue, Lieutenant,” I snap at him. “Or you’ll be doing grunt work for a week.”
“Of course, sir.” He straightens, his face going blank. “I apologize.”
“Have a goodnight, Havoc.” I turn to walk away when his voice reaches me.
“I’ll be satisfied if it’s at least half as good as yours, Colonel.”
I whip my head around to tell him off, but he’s already disappearing out the backdoor. I let out a frustrated noise and head the opposite way. My car is parked across from the front entrance, so that door is the most convenient.
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day 2: checkmate
Roy
I watch as Riza dries the last dish before putting it in the cabinet. I snuck over a few hours ago and made her dinner. She insisted on washing up, even though I begged her to leave it until the morning. Being around her all day and not being able to touch her is getting harder to handle. Now that we’re finally alone in her apartment, I feel like a ticking time bomb.
“So, what now, Colonel?” She walks back over to where I’m leaning against the doorframe, and I can’t help but bask in the way her hips sway when she moves.
“I have a few ideas,” I answer her question in a deep voice. “They all start in your bedroom.”
“I’m liking the sound of this.”
She slips her hand into mine and leads the way down the hall. I reach around her and twist the knob, letting her walk in before me. She takes a few steps in and turns to look back as I follow her in, closing the door behind us.
“It’s late,” she announces, glancing over her shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. “We could just call it a night.”
“We could,” I concede with a nod. “But is that really what you want?”
Her eyebrows rise slightly, and she smirks at me. “Do you really have to ask?”
“Come here, Lieutenant,” I command, my voice dropping with my sudden need to touch her.
As soon as she’s within reach, I grab her wrist and spin her around, pinning her back to the door. She lets out a small cry, and I can’t hold back a grin as I fist the fabric of her shirt in my hands before pulling it up and off. I take in the sight of her, her silky blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her luscious breasts spilling out of the thin lace supporting them. The bra is clearly something she chose for presentation rather than function. And I couldn’t be more pleased.
Leaning down, I reach up to brush the strap off of one shoulder as I kiss her neck. Her body relaxes against the door as I travel down the column of her throat. She gasps when I nip it with my teeth, but I instantly run my tongue over it to sooth the sting. Her hand goes into my hair, and I move even lower, my hand coming up to cup one of the tender lace-covered swells.
“Roy,” she hisses, and the need in her voice drives straight into my groin.
Gently, I tug the flimsy cup down and drop my mouth to her aching peak. I breathe on it first, making her jerk against the door, my hips pressing against hers to keep her steady. I lick next, moving my tongue lightly over puckered nipple. She moans desperately, and her fingers dig into my scalp. Then I suck deeply, scraping my teeth over her porcelain flesh.
As I attack her with my mouth, my hands move over her. One goes to the scrap of lace covering her other breast, pulling it down and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her hand slides out of my hair, and I hear it hit the door with a bang. My other hand slides around behind her and unhooks the bra entirely. I feel it loosen and move slightly to let it fall away.
I switch to her other breast, repeating my previous exploration and drawing more desperate sounds from her. I slide one hand up her bare back, tangling in her hair. Her hands grab onto my shoulders, and I feel her tremble against me.
“Are you okay, Lieutenant?” I murmur hoarsely, looking up at her.
Her eyes are closed, and she swallows hard.
“I…I’m afraid I might come from this,” she chokes out. “You’re…”
“Are they that sensitive tonight?”
“Yes,” she gasps as I graze her with my teeth again.
“Then we should move to the bed, I think.”
She starts to move away from the door, but I stop her, my hands at her waist.
“Sir?”
“Might as well take care of these,” I mutter, undoing the button and zipping the zipper down.
I shove the fabric down, and she steps out on shaky legs. I pause at the sight of her tiny lace thong. I had intended to just get her naked, but now…
“Go get on the bed,” I tell her softly. “I’ll be there in a second.”
“Okay.” She nods. “How do you want me tonight?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” I confess. “Just make yourself comfortable for now.”
She goes, and I shamelessly watch her perfect ass as she moves. Damn, I’ve got to get out of these pants before they permanently damage my dick.
That said, I take a few seconds to remove my clothes—all of them—and I join her. She’s lying on her back, her knees spread, looking up at me when I reach her.
“Fuck, Riza,” I groan, the sight of her thinly veiled pussy making my already-hard cock turn to stone.
“See something you like?” she teases.
“Many things,” I mumble, my eyes moving up to where her breasts are red from my earlier activities.
“It’s all yours,” she goes on quietly, and I want to roar out loud.
Mine.
She’s fucking mine.
“I’ve decided,” I say instead. “I want you to ride me.”
She sits up slowly, her eyebrows raised. “Are you sure? I don’t mind if you do the riding.”
“I’m sure.” I nod. “I want to watch those pretty pink tits bounce while you sit on my dick.”
Her face changes, and it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow.
“Did that make you wet, Riza?”
“Can’t you tell?” She moves next to me on her knees and grabs my hand, sliding it down between her legs, where the evidence of her arousal is gathering against the lace there.
A low sound escapes from my throat, and my fingers press against her, pushing the strip of fabric up into her damp slit.
“Sir,” she wheezes, reaching out to steady herself with my shoulders.
“We should get these out of the way,” I rumble, twisting the material and pulling it away from her.
“Roy!” She slaps my arm. “Don’t rip them!”
“But it makes things so much quicker,” I return, grinning devilishly.
“I don’t care,” she bites back. “They cost too much for you to keep tearing them up.”
“This?” I frown, tugging again at the damn sexy lace floss between her ass cheeks. “How much can it cost? It’s practically nothing.”
“That is exactly why it costs so much.” She wiggles her hips away from me and slides the tiny swath of underwear down before shifting around to remove it.
Without missing a beat, she grabs my shoulders and pushes me onto my back before climbing over me, settling her hips flush with mine.
“Fuck, Riza,” I hiss at her as the slick heat of her pussy brushes along the length of my aching dick.
“You got to tease me,” she points out, fondling one of her jiggling breasts in her hand. “Now it’s my turn.”
She rocks over me again, using both hands now to squeeze and play with her tits. My hips thrust up on their own, and I growl as I grab her hips, holding her to me.
“Roy,” she whines, but I ignore her, reaching between us and lining my cock up with her opening.
“Slide down,” I demand, lying back, my hands slipping along her thighs to grab her knees.
She goes slowly, easing down bit by bit. At first, I think she’s toying with me some more, but then I see her face—her mouth open, her eyes clenched shut—twisted with pain and pleasure.
“Riza,” I call softly.
“So big,” she murmurs. “It…I love the way it feels.”
“Are you okay?” I ask anyway.
“Yes,” she gasps as she takes the rest of me.
I’m so deep inside of her I can feel her pussy hugging and pulsing around every inch.
“You’re so tight,” I tell her, gritting my teeth.
“You always stretch me so wide,” she confesses. “But I never get used to it.”
Good, I think to myself. I never want her to get tired of me. I start to tell her as much, but suddenly, she rises up and sinks back down. My hands dig into her thighs, and she lets out a soft cry, but she doesn’t stop moving. Going slowly at first and picking up the pace, she starts riding me.
Soon she’s going hard, one hand on my abs, the other holding her hair off her neck as she bounces up and down, her tits moving with her. God, I’m about to come just from looking at her.
All of a sudden, she lets out a low moan, and I feel her inner walls clench tight around me as she comes. Her legs tense, but somehow, she keeps moving, gliding up and down, prolonging her pleasure. My eyes move from her hand pressed tight to my stomach up to her swinging breasts, finally locking on her bit lip.
And then I’m done.
Curling at the waist, I sit up and wrap my arms around her, sliding one hand up her back between her shoulders and one down to cup her ass. My legs bend behind her, and I feel hers close against my ass.
“Roy,” she whimpers, and I start gently thrusting into her as she continues to pump up and down.
“This is my favorite position, Riza,” I remind her. “I’m a sucker for Lotus.”
“I…I…” Still in the throes of her orgasm, she can’t put the words together.
“You what? Love the way this position lets us hold each other and fuck at the same time?”
“Yes,” she screams, her orgasm rolling over into another.
I let my hips rock in and out of her as my hands clutch at her hair, tilting her head down to mine.
“I’m close,” I grunt, dropping my forehead to hers.
She whimpers, continuing her gentle motion. Over and over. Up and down. I can feel my cock slick with her juices. Dripping onto my balls. There will be a wet spot on the sheets.
She trembles against me, her pussy squeezing, and fuck, but I’m on the edge.
“One more,” I urge her. “Give it to me, Lieutenant.”
Using the last of her energy, she slams down on me, and my hand at her ass grabs tight as I come deep inside of her. I feel her body quaking against mine as she succumbs to a third climax, her legs on either side of me tensing around at my back. My head drops to her neck, where I breathe heavily while my cock spurts and twitches until I’m drained.
“It’s my favorite, too,” she whispers breathlessly. “For the reasons you said, and…”
“And?” I lift my head and look at her.
“I like it when we’re eye-to-eye,” she says it softly, and I know she’s not just talking about sex.
I nod in agreement, and slowly lie back on the pillows, taking her with me.
“I’m glad we didn’t just go to bed,” she speaks up again, using her finger to draw mindlessly on my chest.
“You took the words out of my mouth,” I exhale slowly.
“Speaking of your mouth… I haven’t had enough of it yet.”
“Is that so?” I raise an eyebrow. “Where do you want it now?”
“Here,” she says, lowering her lips to mine.
She kisses me softly, traveling from one corner to the other before tilting her head, which is when I open up just enough to let her in. It’s a languid kiss, not desperate and needy like others have been. We take our time, memorizing the taste of each other.
She continues kissing me as I reach down and yank the sheets out from under us before adjusting them over her back. Finally, she moves her lips to my neck and rests her head on my chest, closing her eyes.
“Goodnight, Lieutenant,” I murmur, sliding my hand into her hair.
“Mmm,” she mumbles sleepily. “You, too, sir.”
And then I shut my eyes and fall asleep to her breath against my skin.
