Stockings and Suspenders (13 page)

My senses tell me he’s as lost in the
grip of his animal urges as I am in my supernatural ones. He won’t be going
anywhere anytime soon, not until this is finished.

His fingers move with purpose to the
sides of my thong where he tugs first one side then the other. He seesaws the
strip of red lace below the fullest part of my hips and with a shimmy I shake
them to the ground.

I’m naked and he’s not. I attack the
buttons of his shirt seeking the treasure of his warm skin beneath. Off it
comes but he’s got a damned t-shirt on too. He takes pity and rips it and his
dog tags off over his head. The white cloth and silver tags flash by the corner
of my eye as they descend to the graveyard of our clothing.

Oh, I want to lick his chest. Firm
pectoral muscles and ridges where his taut skin sinks into the grooves of his
abdomen invite my tongue out to play. His chest is dusted with a fine layer of
hair, dark against the burnished tone of his skin. This man is a feast of
gargantuan proportions. My hips increase their pace. His join in the dance.

“Lt. Ramsey, I’m going to fuck your
brains out for Christmas.” I slip my hands into the sides of his pants and pull
them and his boxers down with me as I descend.

“Oh God,” he groans.

His cock bobs in front of my face,
doing a happy dance now that it’s been allowed to come out to play. While one
hand grips his rod, the other sneaks beneath his sac to test its weight.

“Ooh, someone told me you’d been a
good boy this year.” I give his cock a single pump. Lube. I need lube. My mouth
handily obliges, and I take the plum sized head of his dick inside my mouth. I
work my tongue around the head, flicking lightly against the narrow ridge of
skin I find underneath. With a pop, I break the suction and lick the back side
of his shaft. The skin is satiny smooth over the large vein that runs its full
length. He’s slightly salty to the taste and his scent… mmm… his musky scent
curls in my nose and spikes my desire. I feel my glands push out another
powerful blast of pheromones.

Ramsey’s knees tremble. “Apparently
I’ve been very good,” he grits out.

He runs his fingers through my hair
and groans when I move lower to lavish attention on his balls. He hisses
through this teeth and rocks his hips; fingers tighten their hold on my head.

“Good enough for me to suck you or
good enough for me to fuck you?” I look up and catch his eye as I trail my
tongue back up the hot length of his rod. I take him as far inside my mouth and
throat as I can.

He makes a short coughing sound. I
think he likes my technique. I love responsive men, the ones who aren’t afraid
to grunt and groan and talk filthy to me. Those men get the full benefit of my
body’s response.

I bob up and down while he guides my
pace. Shifting position reminds me how aroused I am. He better not just want a
BJ or I might have to go find Torino to finish me off.

As if he’s read my mind, he pulls out
of my mouth and raises me up. Our eyes meet briefly before he spins me around
and leans me against the curve of the palm tree. He eases that huge cock of his
all the way inside me where he freezes. A long groan grows in volume before
trailing off into a feral growl.

“I think you want this as much as I
do.” His breath heats my neck where he’s bent over me. Teeth nip at my earlobe,
distracting me until he withdraws then thrusts to the hilt.

I cry out when he does it again. “Oh
yes, I want you to fuck me!”

His hand slaps my butt cheek and I
squeal. “You want me to fuck you hard too, don’t you?” Another slap on the
other side.

The red haze of lust commands me. It
directs all the nerve endings in my pussy to intensify as every stroke, every
thrust, every tug of my clitoral hood blasts pleasurable sensations through me.

His body slaps against mine and he
grunts rhythmically as he quickens his pace. My insides coil tighter as the
tension builds. The release, when it comes, is going to be huge. He’s
relentless in his thrusting for a few more seconds. Suddenly, he slows and
rotates his pelvis then pulls out.

“What? No!” I want to weep. The
tingles in my pussy organize into a union prepared to beg.

Lt. Ramsey turns me around. I
automatically reach for his cock where it sways between his legs, glistening
from my wetness. My back against the tree, he lifts my left leg up. Once I’ve
guided him to my opening, he plows forward again. His pace is slower, but just
as deadly.

“You make me nearly lose control, Lt.
Ferris.”

“Call me Chrissy,” I whisper. My eyes
drift shut as I concentrate on all the pleasurable tugging and bumping his hips
and sex are doing against mine. He might be in control, but I’m not. I match
all his thrusts with my own to maximize the stroke length and impact. My inner
walls weep more honey to give slick passage.

“Tell me… who you… are,” he says in
time with three powerful thrusts.

“I....”

Another earth-shaking thrust. “Tell
me!”

“I’m Chrissy.” I open my eyes and lock
stares. “Lt. Ferris. U.S. Navy.”

“No, you’re not.” He ceases all
movement.

Panic, disappointment and rage all
make plays for control. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I thrust my hips against his
but the range of motion is too limited to satisfy the red haze.

His lids flutter shut as he slides
inside me where he stays. In my ear he murmurs, “Where did you come from?”

I laugh. The movement tightens my grip
on his cock and he groans before giving me a powerful thrust. I’m teetering on
the edge of coming but the bastard keeps plucking me back.

“We’ll see how funny you think this
is!” Ramsey grabs me by the ass and lifts me up off the ground. My legs wrap
around his waist and he drops me onto his shaft. As much as I love riding a
rock hard cock, I don’t like not having any control. In this position, he holds
all the cards.

“Fuck me,” I demand. I wiggle my hips
but produce nothing worthwhile.

“No.”

“Fuck me!”

He raises me a scant inch then drops
me back down. Fucking tease.

“More!”

He offers another pitiful inch of
movement. The tension in my gut is unfurling and I can’t stop it. I’ll lose a
perfectly good orgasm if he doesn’t stop this game soon.

In a surprise move, he kisses me, deep
and aggressive. His tongue stabs into my mouth and stops the unraveling of my
release. I moan and rock my hips. He must be losing his momentum too because he
breaks the kiss and begins to lift and drop me on his cock. I bottom out hard
and gasp with each crash. Knees slightly bent, he rocks his pelvis between
drops.

I do the best I can trying to gain
purchase with my legs against his hips. I manage to finally get a cadence
going, and the climb to the peak begins anew.

Lt. Ramsey’s vocalizations grow louder
and gruffer. He’s completely succumbed to his animal side, is done playing with
me. We’re in a race to orgasm together.

I close my eyes and cry out. “Yes,
yes, yes!” And then I’m at the edge again, peering into the chasm, rocking
closer and closer to the point of no return until… I’m over and screaming. My
insides fly into my throat as I free-fall into bliss.

A hoarse cry announces Lt. Ramsey’s
joined me on the ride. Inside my snatch, his cock pulsates as it fills me with
his cum. The succubus I am greedily takes all he gives. It’s enough to power me
for at least two days before I’ll need to feed again.

Ramsey lowers us to the ground by
dropping to his knees. “Damn, woman!” He allows my feet to secure themselves
before he releases my ass.

I’m amazed his cock can still stand
after the workout we put it through. Most men’s willy’s would be slinking into
hiding by now.

He falls onto his back on the ground
and laughs.

I lie beside him on top of his
discarded shirt, his pants beneath my hips.

“Santa said to tell you Merry
Christmas, Lt. Ramsey.” I take his hand in mine and smile. “David.”

“Merry Christmas, Lt. Ferris.” He
gives mine a squeeze. “Chrissy.” After a few seconds pass, he releases my hand
and rolls to his side to face me. He traces lazy circles around my areolas. “So
Santa sent you?”

“Mm-hmm. Said Lt. Ramsey had been very
good and deserved a special Christmas present.”

“I see. And what did Santa say about
Capt. Torino?” His fingers move to my navel.

“Unfortunately, Capt. Torino is on the
bad list so he gets nothing.”

“Really?” Ramsey’s voice spikes with
what sounds like interest and amusement.

“Yep, said I should avoid him.”

“That’s too bad for Capt. Torino,” he
says. “He’s not so naughty he deserves nothing. Everybody should get at least
one gift for Christmas, not that I want to share mine.” He winks.

I prop up on one elbow and smile at
him. “That’s very kind-hearted of you to say, especially since Capt. Torino’s
treatment of you is why he made the naughty list.”

“That’s Santa’s only reason?”

I shrug. “Only one he gave me.”

“So, you’re not from the Navy and
there’s not an audit?” His fingers tiptoe lower to my groin.

“Nope. I’m here for you until… twenty
three hundred hours tonight.” I run a finger down his bicep.

Lt Ramsey inches his body closer.
“Then I suggest we make the most of them.” He throws a leg over mine and draws
me to him.

Chapter Three

When the sun is high in the sky,
casting dappled patterns on our bodies where we lay sated but exhausted from
our lovemaking, Ramsey sighs.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m hungry. I need to eat… food.”

I sit up and look about for my
underwear and clothes. “Let’s go then. Capt. Torino is probably wondering where
we’ve disappeared to for all these hours.”

“Yes, probably,” he says, though he
sounds a million miles away.

Maybe he’s got a wife or girlfriend
he’s feeling guilty about. I’ve unwittingly slept with taken men before. I’d be
lying if I said it didn’t gnaw at me after I discovered the truth. Santa’s a
good guy, though. He wouldn’t have sent me here if that were the case.

After we dress in silence, he takes my
hand and gazes into my eyes. “I don’t want to have to share you with the
captain or explain you to him. I want to eat and spend the rest of the day with
you and only you. You’re the gift of a lifetime and I don’t want to waste even
a second.” He raises a hand and motions about the area. “But… comfort and
privacy are scarce luxuries around here, as you can see.”

I can’t help but smile as I reach up
to stroke his cheek. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

“Well, I have an idea of my own but it
might earn me a spot on next year’s naughty list.” He laughs but his eyes
twinkle with mischief.

“Oh, don’t do that. I like to think
you might wish for me again next year but it’ll never happen if you make Santa
regret sending me.”

A single eyebrow lift is his only
response. And this is the nice one?

He lets go of my hand when we enter
the path to the cabin. My bags are in his hands and I follow slowly behind him.

Capt. Torino is in the office doing
whatever he and Lt. Ramsey are supposed to be doing. “You’re finally back?” he
calls out. A few seconds later, he emerges and meets us in the great room. He
narrows his eyes at Lt. Ramsey. Uh-oh.

Ramsey steps forward. “Lt. Ferris’s
bags were up in the branches of a coconut tree. Wouldn’t tell me how they got
there, said it was classified. Took me a while but I finally got them down.
After that, I showed Lt. Ferris to the supply shed where she’s been taking
counts and ordering me to move boxes for her.”

Wow. He was quite facile with the
fibs.

“So are you ready for lunch? I have
some leftover pork and potatoes with plantains. I was just waiting for you two
to return before I served it up.” Torino casts a skewering glance at Ramsey.

Ramsey dashes over to the kitchen
area. “I’ll take over, sir.”

Torino
drops
the serving spoon onto the countertop. “Well, fine then. Next time, though,
don’t be so late your CO has to assume your KP duty.” He scowls and gives a
rather curt nod to Lt. Ramsey. Bastard.

“Yes, sir,” Ramsey says in a subdued
tone.

I glance back and forth at the two
men. There is a tension of sorts between them I don’t understand. Perhaps this
is how it always is for poor Lt. Ramsey.

“Please, Lieutenant, have a seat,”
Ramsey says. He rattles around in the drawers hunting for something, briefly
disappearing before returning seconds later.

Capt. Torino takes the chair next to
mine. He’s handsome too but nothing to Lt. Ramsey. I don’t usually go for
blondes but if I did, he’d make the cut. His green eyes light upon me, and he
smiles. “How is the audit going?”