The webcam pops up and I send a request to Katie, then wait impatiently for her to answer. It rings for longer than I would expect, and I can’t help but worry that something’s come up. I’d be heartbroken if that’s the case. The whole reason I switched shifts with Adams was because I wanted to see Katie, and this was the only time that worked for her. I mean, my guys did want the night off and all, but it definitely helped me out.
The flicker of the screen and Katie’s face popping up sends a wave of exhilaration over me. I feel like a fucking kid on Christmas morning.
“Devin!” She smiles wide and blows me a kiss. “How are you, babe?”
“God damn, I’m better now!” I laugh.
“How was it today?” She knows I won’t tell her the whole truth. I don’t want her to worry about me more than she already does, but I also don’t want to lie to her.
“It wasn’t too bad actually. This neighborhood has been getting out of control, and there seems to be a shitload of resentment between the Sunnis and Shiites. They just fucking hate each other…” My voice trails off and my eyes stray from the screen. I don’t like talking about this stuff with her, not when I’m so far away and I can’t be there to ease her concern. “It’s been pretty quiet though. I think we’re making headway. There’s talk there might be an increase in soldiers out here, so that’s good.”
“Is it?” she says and almost immediately covers her face with her hands. “Sorry, Devin, I didn’t mean that. I just want you home is all, and the news…” She stops herself by taking her bottom lip between her teeth. I love when she does that.
“No, baby, you’re okay. I mean, it’s not like I don’t think about that stuff, you know that. I just hate seeing my guys overworked … getting in from mission, sleeping for a few hours and then getting called right back out. It’s wearing them out.” She nods, appearing to digest my words. Katie is so patient in conversation, always attentive and waiting for people to completely finish what they have to say before she contributes. I’ve always been attracted to that in a woman, and I smile widely as I think about it.
“Wait”—she giggles—“what’s going on in that brain of yours?”
“Just you. I love you, you know that?”
“Forever and ever?”
“Forever and ever, babe,” I say, winking at her. Moments like these are when video just isn’t enough. I want to pull her into my arms, wrap her in warmth and kiss her passionately. I feel throbbing in my dick and unintentionally form a devious smile.
“Now what are you thinking about?” she purrs, her words thick with that playful yet sexy tone she uses when she really wants to get me worked up.
“What I think about twenty-four-seven is all. No biggie,” I say, laughing and readjusting my cock.
“I saw that!” she squeals. “Does somebody want to come out and play?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Kit Kat.” I force the smile from my face and give her my best tough guy look, the one that brings grown men to their knees. Katie just smiles.
This girl fucking owns me.
“I’m not fucking with you,” she says, her eyes hooded. “I miss you.” I can see her hand slide down and out of view, and a crimson flush slowly creeps up her neck. Her eyes are burning with desire and it’s sexy as hell. I fucking want her. “I’m all alone, and I want you inside me so bad that it actually fucking hurts.” Her words send surges of pleasure through my body.
“Fuck, baby.” My words are hushed as I’m overtaken by a desperate need to be inside of her. To take all of her and look into her eyes, knowing that from here on out, I will be the one and only man to have her. “Do you know how fucking bad I want you? Do you know how much you creep into my thoughts, and my dreams, and my subconscious? You’re my addiction, Katie.”
She moans and her arm moves, but I can’t see what she’s doing and it’s driving me crazy. I can see through her shirt that she’s not wearing a bra, and the outline of her nipples is making my cock ache. “I should be punished for taking up so much of your time,” she says, her tongue darting out and running a path along her lower lip. “What will you do to me, Dev? What’s my punishment?”
Son of a bitch. I didn’t know she had this in her. Usually I’m the one doing the dirty talk, not her. My sweet angel has the mouth of a devil.
“Well, that all depends on how bad you’ve been.” I shoot her a smirk, more than willing to play with her.
“Oh, I’ve been very, very bad …” Her words linger, and before I know it, I’ve pulled my dick out and into my hands. I don’t stroke it immediately but rub the tip, imagining it’s Katie’s tongue teasing me before she takes all of me into her mouth.
“Fuck, Katie.” I moan, the heat of the moment getting me all sorts of riled up. Suddenly, all thoughts of punishment fly from my head because I just want to fucking see her. My face pinches tight, and she must notice my struggle because she slips a hand to her breast and takes one of her nipples between two fingers, tugging at it lightly from the outside of her shirt.
A low growl rips from my chest. The sound seems to spur her on because she scoots her chair back to expose her other hand, which is lodged in her panties. The temperature in the room feels a hundred degrees hotter and my heart slams in my chest.
“I want to see you, baby.” I motion for her to take her shirt off and wait impatiently for her to do so.
She puts one finger up and shakes it. “I don’t think so, Sergeant Clay. I want to see you first. And by you, I mean Hector Sanchez.” I burst out in laughter as the memory of the name overwhelms me. She asked me what I called my dick one time, and I jokingly told her Hector Sanchez. For some reason, it stuck.
She’s laughing too now, but it doesn’t kill the mood because that laugh is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. The curves of her neck move elegantly, causing her nipples to tease me from inside her shirt.
“Okay, I show you Hector, and then I get to see the ladies.”
“Deal.” She winks, removing her hand from her panties—damn!—and taking the bottom of her shirt in both hands. She holds it there, not lifting just yet, waiting for me to show the goods. I scoot the office chair back to expose my dick, and when she smiles, I begin lightly stroking. She completes the deal by pulling off the t-shirt, an old Nirvana one of mine that she stole in Pittsburgh, and tosses it to the floor. Her perfect tits sit like tear drops, her nipples perky and willing me to suck them.
“Fuck, baby. I love your body so much.” I slide my other hand up my shirt and rub my tightening abs as I continue to stroke my rock-hard cock. Katie takes both nipples into her hands and pulls at them, looking seductively at me, her mouth a perfect O. Her breath is choppy.
“I want to feel you, baby. I want every part of you, and I want to take you over and over and over again.”
“Mmmm, what else?” She shifts one of her hands down to her panties and slips it inside, her other hand still working her nipple.
“I want you to start slow. Tease me with your lips and tongue like you always do. Make me ache to feel you, your mouth, your pussy, everything.”
“Mmm-hmm.” It’s all she can manage because she has her panties yanked to the side and, fuck me, she’s playing with her swollen clit. Her skin is flush with pleasure, and it takes every ounce of control I have to not explode on the spot.
“Trace a pathway all over my body with your lips. Push me until I just can’t take it anymore, and then take all of me into your mouth. Make me beg to be inside you.” I’m fucking dying. My cock is throbbing in my hand, and I can feel my release just below the surface.
“I want you to take me,” she whimpers, her hand picking up speed. “I can’t take it anymore; I want you to fuck me, Dev.”