Chapter 2 - Simon

Fuck! What on earth has come over me? I told myself while I was away that I needed to give her space before I chew her up and spit her out, unintentionally. It's just who I am, I cannot have people close to me, it's not fair on anyone. 

Like an absolute creep I watched her fall asleep, stroking her hair as she rested her perfect little head on my chest. Listening to her lightly snoring, her hand resting on my chest and her leg was wrapped around my waist. She fits perfectly, too perfectly. 

I left in the early hours of Saturday morning, sneaking out like a thief in the night. Thief is accurate because I did steal something, her tiny black thong, I picked it up off the floor and it's sat in my bedside table all day. I spent Saturday struggling to stay focused on my paperwork and even the pain from my injuries couldnt distract me from thoughts of Sam. 

This Sunday has sucked - I'm in pain, my bruising has spread across my chest and lower stomach. My right eye has swollen almost entirely shut and my left eyebrow stings. The wound hasn't healed because we absolutely did not get around to stitching that up. Instead, I fucked her against her desk like a man possessed. I haven't had sex like that since I was in my twenties. Listening to her breathy moans as she took my cock, as she unraveled around me, feeling her nails run through my hair as she pulled me close. I don't think I have ever kissed a woman as much as I've kissed Sam in the past 24 hours.

I stand here in the base cafeteria, getting myself breakfast at 6am to distract myself but instead of eating my breakfast like a normal human being I'm standing here with a raging hard on. My fists clench as I drop the tray back down, taking my tea and heading out the back door. Fuck breakfast I'm not hungry anyway. Luckily it's early enough that I'm the only one here so there's no one here watching me lose my damn mind. I head around the back of the main building to my spot, my erection painfully throbbing, desperate to sink inside Sam and watch her crumble around me again. I can't think straight.

Lifting my mask above my nose, I pull out a cigarette and light it letting it hang loosely between my lips. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm obsessed with her. I take a drag letting the nicotine swirl in my nostrils and I cough like a school girl trying a cigarette for the first time. For some reason, my mask feels like it is suffocating me. 

My phone vibrates in my pocket, I take it out and her name pops up on my screen.

Sam: Hey, How are you feeling? Tell me you've spent the rest of the weekend on bedrest like I asked? <3

Me: Yeah, all good, healing nicely.

Sam: Ok, cool, well let me know if you need any more bandages ok?

Me: Will do, thanks

I grip my phone so hard I'm surprised I haven't cracked the screen. Why am I such a dick? That's not what I want to say, I want to tell her to get her perky little ass over to my room. That I haven't been able to wash away her smell, that I'm desperate to see her underneath me again, desperate to feel her again. Images of her on her knees, fresh out of the shower, ready to do whatever I ask of her flood my brain. Playing again and again in my mind, Sam crawls to me, naked and needy. She takes my cock in her tiny hands and chokes down on it. The noises she makes as she gags on my cock, wiping away tears from her eyes as she struggles to take it all will be with me till my last breath. She's so eager to please, so willing to do whatever I told her. I don't think she quite believes me when I tell her that she has the best little pussy I've ever tasted. Watching her eyes roll back in her head as she clings to me while I lap at her center. Having her twitch and clench her thighs around me - that's how I want to spend every waking moment. 

I pull out my phone again, bringing up our conversation. I see the little dots on the screen, she's writing me a message. As quickly as it appears, it's gone. I pocket my phone. I need to be a man, I need to go and see her. To let her know how much I've thought about her since I left her side. My phone pings and I take a deep breath before pulling it back out of my pocket.

Sam: Also, when you get some time Ghost can you please bring me back my panties? *wink face*

Shit, she's clever. I drop my cigarette, stamping it out with my foot and head towards the infirmary. I would break out into a run if it wasn't for the pain in my ribs. Luckily for me it's quiet on base and her office is only a quick walk from the main chow hall. 

I hear soft music coming from her open bedroom window, I hear the kettle start to boil - that's my girl. She knew I wouldn't be able to resist her message and I'd come running (or limping at least). Or have I desperately over thought this and she simply just likes a cuppa? Fuck, I don't care. My feet follow the direction of my cock and without realizing I've floated over to her window, I'm now carefully peering through the slight gap between the curtains. She's wearing a tiny lace black bra and a matching thong. She's got some music playing as she tidies up her kitchenette, singing along to herself, swinging her hips subtly to the music. She walks out of my view but not before I catch a glimpse of her tight little ass walking away from me. God, the restraint I am trying to muster is insane. I think I must have died on that mission and this is simply purgatory.

My phone vibrates in my pocket again. 

Sam: You know I can hear your wheezing right? Your ribs must be sore hey big boy? Wanna come to the front door like a normal person or continue to perve? *skull emoji* *kissy face*

Fuck me, this girl will be the death of me. I pocket my phone and head towards the front door and there she is, waiting for me like a goddess. The door open, her leaning on the frame, looking at me like she wants me as badly as I want her. Her tits sit perky in her bra, barely contained by the lace, the slightest pink of her nipple visible. The way the morning sunshine bounces off her body makes her look like an angel. My very own taste of heaven in a world where all I do is sin. 

I walk towards her, blocking her from anyone else's view. I'll kill a man before he gets to look at what's mine. My hands trace her arms and goosebumps erupt, she shivers against me, leaning in and looking up to me with these vixen eyes. 

She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, "Come in Ghost, I've made a cuppa and there's a little bit of blood dripping from your eyebrow. Are you going to let me actually stitch that up now?" She bats her eyelashes up at me, a small grin taking over but she won't be grinning for long. I'm going to fuck her on every surface of this office. She'll be on bed rest with me all week once I'm done. 

I slowly lower my hood and lift my mask, taking a step forward forcing her back inside and shutting the door behind us. Leaning down I whisper into her ear, "I don't think so love, I've got something far more important to do."