HOSTILE: A Military Romance Novel (Military Men Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Leila Haven
a gun, she would have shot you.”
I waved his comment off. “Some women like it rough, nothing wrong with that.” They jeered for a bit longer, teasing me back and forth.
It didn’t matter what they thought or said. Ariana was the last woman I wanted to fuck, even if my dick thought differently. Plus, she was a journalist. The moment I rolled out of bed she would be reporting back all kinds of inappropriate sexual conduct in the military. I didn’t need that kind of bitch-crazy drama.
It was that kind of shit that got men kicked out of the military and all their pension and honors lost. I wasn’t going to risk all that over a dick that wouldn’t stay in my pants.
Which was what I was still trying to tell myself later on when it was late and everyone else had all gone to bed. I was lying in my bunk, staring up at the ceiling and trying to get rid of all the naked women dancing in my head.
Tits were bouncing, lips were wrapped around my cock, breathy moans were whispering in my ears, and my hands could practically feel the silky folds of cunts. Lots of juicy cunts.
My dick was as hard as a rock.
There were seven other men sharing the room with me. All sleeping in the bunks surrounding mine. The moment I started any kind of movement, the fucking springs in my cheap-ass bunk would squeak to all hell. One noise and there would be at least one person who would hear me.
It would only take one to call me out on it in the morning. The kind of release I needed meant I wasn’t going to be quiet about it either. Jerking off silently wasn’t going to be an option.
I couldn’t stay in the bunk any longer. My cock was painfully swollen, and ignoring it wasn’t going to be an option tonight. I could think of a million unsexy images and not one of them would take any of the blood away from my dick.
Climbing down from the top bunk, it squeaked and squawked just as I predicted. One of the guys snored and turned over just as I passed him. I hurried out the door as fast as I could, my cock leading the way like a compass point.
I passed a few men in the corridor, weary looking as they returned from a mission. You could always tell the ones coming off a shift from those just starting one. Apart from the cover of dust coating their skin, they wore the war in their eyes. The pain and burden was there, never far from their thoughts.
The men’s bathroom was also at the end of a large arrow pointing the way. Thankfully, it was empty when I got there. I went into a stall and stripped off my clothes, hanging them on the single hook.
The water was little more than lukewarm, and that was as hot as it was going to get. It didn’t matter for my purpose. The colder the better, really. I stood under it front first, the water splashing against my engorged cock as it throbbed for someone to touch it.
My hand gripped around the base before it started to slowly slide up and down the shaft. It had been so long since I’d masturbated that I involuntarily shuddered with relief.
The water in the shower would only run for two minutes before turning off automatically, so I had to be quick. Somehow, I didn’t think that was going to be a problem. It had been so long since I’d had any kind of sexual action that longevity would not be a skill I’d possess on this occasion.
Without giving her permission, Ariana entered my mind. Her fiery eyes when she had challenged me over the table in the cafeteria stared at me. They had blazed with the same heat that I could imagine she possessed in the bedroom.
I bet she was a screamer.
When she came, my money was on she let everyone in earshot know about it. Her hands would grip the headboard, her breathy yelps would shatter the silence around her.
My hand fastened, pumped back and forth along my cock as it grew harder and longer. I was always proud of my big dick, happy to show it to anyone who challenged my claim. Right now,
I waved his comment off. “Some women like it rough, nothing wrong with that.” They jeered for a bit longer, teasing me back and forth.
It didn’t matter what they thought or said. Ariana was the last woman I wanted to fuck, even if my dick thought differently. Plus, she was a journalist. The moment I rolled out of bed she would be reporting back all kinds of inappropriate sexual conduct in the military. I didn’t need that kind of bitch-crazy drama.
It was that kind of shit that got men kicked out of the military and all their pension and honors lost. I wasn’t going to risk all that over a dick that wouldn’t stay in my pants.
Which was what I was still trying to tell myself later on when it was late and everyone else had all gone to bed. I was lying in my bunk, staring up at the ceiling and trying to get rid of all the naked women dancing in my head.
Tits were bouncing, lips were wrapped around my cock, breathy moans were whispering in my ears, and my hands could practically feel the silky folds of cunts. Lots of juicy cunts.
My dick was as hard as a rock.
There were seven other men sharing the room with me. All sleeping in the bunks surrounding mine. The moment I started any kind of movement, the fucking springs in my cheap-ass bunk would squeak to all hell. One noise and there would be at least one person who would hear me.
It would only take one to call me out on it in the morning. The kind of release I needed meant I wasn’t going to be quiet about it either. Jerking off silently wasn’t going to be an option.
I couldn’t stay in the bunk any longer. My cock was painfully swollen, and ignoring it wasn’t going to be an option tonight. I could think of a million unsexy images and not one of them would take any of the blood away from my dick.
Climbing down from the top bunk, it squeaked and squawked just as I predicted. One of the guys snored and turned over just as I passed him. I hurried out the door as fast as I could, my cock leading the way like a compass point.
I passed a few men in the corridor, weary looking as they returned from a mission. You could always tell the ones coming off a shift from those just starting one. Apart from the cover of dust coating their skin, they wore the war in their eyes. The pain and burden was there, never far from their thoughts.
The men’s bathroom was also at the end of a large arrow pointing the way. Thankfully, it was empty when I got there. I went into a stall and stripped off my clothes, hanging them on the single hook.
The water was little more than lukewarm, and that was as hot as it was going to get. It didn’t matter for my purpose. The colder the better, really. I stood under it front first, the water splashing against my engorged cock as it throbbed for someone to touch it.
My hand gripped around the base before it started to slowly slide up and down the shaft. It had been so long since I’d masturbated that I involuntarily shuddered with relief.
The water in the shower would only run for two minutes before turning off automatically, so I had to be quick. Somehow, I didn’t think that was going to be a problem. It had been so long since I’d had any kind of sexual action that longevity would not be a skill I’d possess on this occasion.
Without giving her permission, Ariana entered my mind. Her fiery eyes when she had challenged me over the table in the cafeteria stared at me. They had blazed with the same heat that I could imagine she possessed in the bedroom.
I bet she was a screamer.
When she came, my money was on she let everyone in earshot know about it. Her hands would grip the headboard, her breathy yelps would shatter the silence around her.
My hand fastened, pumped back and forth along my cock as it grew harder and longer. I was always proud of my big dick, happy to show it to anyone who challenged my claim. Right now,
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