Hard Corps (Selected Sinners MC #7) (32 page)

KARTER.
“This is it?” I laughed as I motioned around the sparsely furnished apartment.

Jak’s apartment looked like someone was either almost moved out or thinking about beginning to move in. One small couch, a chair, and a wooden trunk which was used for an end table were the extent of the furnishings in the apartment. I slowly spun in a circle and scanned from floor to the high ceilings. Not one picture, photograph, painting, or piece of art hung on the walls. Jak stood half the distance between the door and the carpeted living area and watched me. I walked to the bedroom door and peered inside. A queen size bed with a plain white comforter was pressed against the center of the far wall. White pillows cases covered two pillows. A five drawer chest was positioned perfectly between the bed and the wall.

Two on the couch, and one in the chair, that’s it. Three people, not including the bedroom.

“Are you going to bring in more stuff?” I asked as I turned from the bedroom.

“I hadn’t planned on it,” he shrugged.

“You don’t even have a table or chairs. There’s no art, no decorative flair, no plants, no lamps, no real sign of life, and no,” I paused as shook my head.

“It’s empty. You have an empty apartment,” I laughed.

“I have all I need right here,” he smiled as he motioned around the apartment.

“I beg to differ,” I said as I rolled my eyes.

My apartment looked like an eclectic collection of junk. It was no different than my mind – cluttered. I had too much furniture, far too many pieces of art, too much decorative bullshit, and too little room. Being in Jak’s apartment reminded me of a hospital room. Only the barest of necessities existed. For Jak and Jak’s way of living for the last twenty years, I’m sure he felt it was enough. Jak still hadn’t offered to tell me what his occupation was, and although I knew, I had yet to ask him. I figured in time he’d tell me, but so far he hadn’t. In the last month with Jak, I had become more comfortable with him knowing my age. Part of me hesitated to tell him for fear of not knowing what his response may be. Another part of me wanted to tell him and get it over with. I decided to do two things; make a donation to Jak’s empty apartment and go fishing for answers.

“So, I’m thinking I want to paint you a picture. What are your favorite colors?” I asked as I walked his direction.

“On a painting? I’d say reds and purples. Maybe yellow,” he smiled.

I pointed at the far wall. It was roughly thirty feet in length, probably sixteen feet tall and free of any form of decoration, “Okay, I’m going to paint you a picture of me. A huge fucker - that way even if we aren’t together, you can have me with you every night. What do you think of that?”

“I like it,” he grinned.

Okay, one down one to go.

I smiled and took a slow absorbing look over the empty apartment for effect.

How can you live like this?

Do you like living like this?

How long have you lived like this?

“How long have you lived like this?” I asked.

“I’ve been here roughly a month,” he responded.

I should have guessed he’d give evasive answers and provide nothing of substance. His super-secret SEAL training probably prevented him from naturally offering anything. But he wasn’t talking to a novice. I could squeeze blood from a turnip.

“So have you always lived like this?” I sighed as I waved my arm in a circle.

He nodded his head, “Yes, as a matter of fact I have.”

Jesus Jak. Seriously?

I scrunched my nose and shook my head lightly, “What allows a man to live like this?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Men are different than women. I’ve learned to be satisfied with far less than most.”

Learned to?

Okay…

“How’d you
learn
to, Jak? How does one learn to enjoy or be satisfied with less?”

He looked around the apartment as if satisfied, “Over time, I suppose. I’ve lived like this for my entire adult life.”

I mentally rolled my eyes. Trying to force Jak to talk about something he wasn’t willing or ready to discuss would be impossible. Hell, from what I had read on the internet, he was trained to withhold information even if he was tortured by terrorists. My simple questions weren’t going to trick him into offering something he guarded as a secret. I decided a simpler more direct route may work to my benefit.

“What do you think could pull us apart?” I asked.

“Pull us apart? End our relationship?” he asked.

I nodded my head and turned toward the couch. As I walked away from him, he followed close behind.

“I don’t know. Why would you ask such a thing?” he asked as he sat down on the end of the couch.

“Just wondering,” I responded as I sat down beside him.

“Infidelity I suppose. To be completely honest, I don’t know if I could make it through you cheating on me. I’d say that’s it. Same question to you?” he said as he leaned against the arm of the couch.

“If you cheated on me I might leave you. I’m not giving you a free pass, but I’d probably eventually get over it if you fucked someone else. I can’t say for sure if I’d leave you or not. Truthfully Jak, I really can’t imagine ever being without you. The more I’m with you, the more I realize being without you isn’t really an option. Well,
that
and I like fucking you,” I smiled.

He rolled his eyes and grinned, revealing his dimples.

“So if I told you some crazy deep dark secret or revealed something about me you didn’t know, you don’t think it’s possible you’d freak out and say
damn, I never would have guessed that
, and decide it’s just too much? You know? And leave?” I shrugged.

The more I talked, the more I wanted to be totally honest and reveal my age. I didn’t want to take the risk if I wasn’t comfortable, and I preferred Jak say something to make me comfortable. I was ready to rid myself of all the secrets between us and continue a life together without wonder. Well, almost all the secrets, anyway.

He shook his head, “Not a chance.”

“None whatsoever?” I asked.

“Nope,” he smiled.

I stared into my lap, “I’m twenty-one years old, Jak.”

“I know,” he responded.

You know?

You cocksucker. What did you do? Investigate me? Pull some SEAL background investigation on me? And you don’t care? You love me anyway? Get undressed Jak, let’s celebrate with sex.

I turned to face him, “You knew?”

He nodded his head and smiled a soft smile, “Right after we met, we were eating in the place on Rock.
Adrian’s.
It was the day the guy about hit you on your bike. You said your age.”

I crossed my arms and exhaled loudly, “I most certainly did not.”

Jak looked down at the floor for a moment, shifted his gaze to meet mine, and smiled his shitty little smirk, “I can’t make it dry. Not around you. Nope. Just less wet. So Jak, now I’m
twenty-one years old
and I’ve had my first wet pussy. You want to secure a place in my heart? Alrighty then. You can check that box. You did that a long time ago
.
”

Holy shit, he’s right. And he’s obviously going to remember every word I ever say. Note to self - be careful what you tell Jak.

“I guess I did,” I sighed.

I raised my eyebrows and half-smiled, “You don’t care?”

He bit his lip and shook his head from side-to-side, “Not in the least.”

Well, if he knows I’m twenty-one, and he doesn’t care, we’re going to be just fine. I know his age and I don’t give a fuck. He knows his age and he doesn’t give a fuck. All that’s left is him becoming comfortable with me knowing his age.

“How old are you, Jak?”

Shit. I wish I hadn’t…

“Thirty-eight,” he responded flatly.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, “I’m thirty-eight, and I just retired from the Navy after a little more than twenty years. I have no idea what I’m going to do with the rest of my life as far as a career goes, but for now I’m satisfied doing what I’m doing. I don’t
need
to work, but I feel I should.”

“You were sailor?” I asked.

That should get him riled up, calling him a simple sailor.

He nodded his head sharply.

Damn, Jak. Modest much?

I turned my body to face him and pushed my feet under his thighs, “Well, I wouldn’t care if you were twenty-one or fifty-one. I’m in love with you, and not because I chose to be. It’s like the moment I met you, someone flipped a switch and changed everything within me. It just happened. I’d call it destiny, but really? There’s no such thing. I know when we’re together, my mind feels at ease. I’ve spent my entire life frantic, and I didn’t know why. I think I was looking, searching…”

“For?” he asked.

I pushed my feet further under his thigh, “You, I guess. I think I’ve spent my life frantically searching for you.”

“You ever want to get married?” he asked.

Do I ever want to get married?

My mind raced. I would marry Jak in a minute. His question was more rhetoric than anything. He was asking if I
believed
in marriage. If it was something I’d consider in the future. Marriage, to me, was nothing more than a piece of paper. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’d love to be married to Jak someday. The thought filled me with warmth.

“I’d love to be married someday,” I responded proudly.

Jak looked down into his lap as if embarrassed, “I was married seventeen years ago. For about six months. I was deployed and when I came home she was with another man. I filed for divorce and haven’t been with anyone since.”

I sat up in my seat and smiled, “Not a single relationship? Seventeen years?”

“Not an
anything
. I haven’t been with a woman from the day I walked out until now. Not one,” he shook his head and sighed.

“Not at all? No blowjobs in Japan or Asian fuck swings in Taiwan?” I laughed.

“No. I’ve been celibate, only masturbation,” he chuckled as he stroked his hand over his crotch jokingly.

No sex? Holy shit. And after seventeen years, he picked me?

Immediately I felt privileged and extremely comfortable with Jak and I being a couple. It wasn’t so much an uncomfortable feeling I felt before, but now I felt as if together we could conquer the world. Over the last month, sex with Jak had become more comfortable for me. Each time we had sex, I became a little more adventurous and less like a little girl who was falling deeper into some fairly tale version of love. Fucking Jak was the icing on the cake of our relationship.

“I have a short term and a long term request,” I smiled as I pulled my feet from under his thigh.

He grinned and nodded once, “Let’s hear it.”

I scooted across the small couch and wrapped my arms around his neck, “Long term? One day I want to be your wife.”

He smiled and kissed my lips lightly, “Great. I want that as well.”

“Short term? This place creeps me out. Let’s walk over to my loft and fuck. I like it when you fuck me,” I batted my eyes and waited for a response.

“I like fucking you,” he smiled.

“Okay, let’s go. I’m ready,” I stood from the couch and grinned, “hopefully your old ass won’t have a heart attack on the way over there.”

He stood from the couch and raised one eyebrow, “Say again? Did you call me old?”

I looked down at his boots smiled. I glanced at my Chuck’s. There was no way he could outrun me in boots. No way. I needed to make a quick exit. I glanced toward the door and made sure I had a clear shot.

“They say the hearing is the first sign of old age,” I paused and grinned.

I cupped my hands around my mouth and screamed, “Hopefully your old ass won’t have a heart attack on the way over there.”

And I took off in a dead run toward the door. Hopefully when he caught me, if he caught me, he’d grudge fuck me and teach me a lesson about respect.

A girl can always reserve hope.

KARTER.
As the elevator doors began to close, I heard his boots on the floor of the hallway. With twelve inches of space left between the closing doors, I watched Jak come around the corner. I continued to press the
close
button with my thumb as I waved with my free hand and smiled. Relieved to have won the race, I sighed as the elevator began to rise. He was able to run much faster in his boots than I ever would have imagined. Luckily, I caught a break in cross traffic and ran between two oncoming cars. Jak had to wait for another pause in traffic before he was able to cross the street. The sixty second head start wasn’t enough to overcome his strength, stamina, and determination to catch me. The closer we got to my five story building, the less distance separated us. At least now I would be able to lock him out of my apartment until he cooled off.

Then he could grudge fuck me.

I stood in the elevator and waited for it to reach the fifth floor. I was out of breath and obviously a little more out of shape than I had thought. As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, I sighed and attempted to catch my breath. The old elevator would have to go back to the first floor and pick up Jak, so I should have plenty of time. As I walked the length of the hallway to my loft, I smiled at the thought of Jak fucking me. Everything about him excited me, but when we made love it was almost unexplainable.

I reached into my pocket and fought to find my keys as I turned the corner toward my doorway. As I looked up, Jak was leaning on the door, smiling.

He raised one eyebrow, “Old ass? Heart attack?”

I’m fucked.

He wasn’t even short of breath. I blinked my eyes and stared.
What the fuck?
There was only one elevator. Navy SEAL or not, impossible was impossible, and
this
was impossible. I pulled the keys from the pocket of my shorts and reached for the lock. Jak continued to glare at me with the stink eye.

“How…”

Jak nodded his head toward the stairs, “Stairs.”

“You ran up five flights of stairs? Before I…” I shook my head in disbelief and didn’t even finish my sentence.

He nodded his head.

“Are you going to teach me a…”

“Lesson?” he asked before I finished speaking.

I lowered my head in disgrace. Something about playing a trick on Jak didn’t seem quite so funny now. I pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. As the door opened, Jak motioned inside and grinned.

Well, at least he’s not mad.

“Get your little ass in there,” he demanded as he waved his arm in the opening.

Maybe he is mad. I wonder what he’s going to…

He pointed to the corner and spoke in a stern voice, “Get over by the canvas you’re working on and strip down to nothing. Stand on the right side of the easel naked and don’t move.”

This is the punishment? I’ll call you old and feeble every day.

Eagerly, I pranced to the easel and pulled off my shoes and socks. After removing my shorts and panties, I realized Jak hadn’t removed anything. Wondering just what he had planned, I removed my shirt and fumbled to remove my bra.

“What are you going to...”

“Naked, Karter. Get the bra off,” he demanded as he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips.

I did my best to salute him, “Yes sir.”

He rolled his eyes and pointed to my chest, “Bra. Take it off.”

As I tossed my bra to the floor, he walked between the easel and where I stood. He turned to face the canvas I had been working on, and admired it for a moment, “Do you have the canvas you were going to start painting on for me? The one you mentioned
before
you called me old?”

“It’s against the wall, behind you,” I responded softly.

Fully dressed, Jak walked to the wall and pulled the blank from the floor. Standing naked, I felt awkward with Jak fully clothed. I wondered what he was going to do to me. I tried to imagine what might be next, but based on my lack of experience of being in trouble with Jak, I drew a complete blank. I didn’t want to think for one minute about causing Jak to feel old or incapable, because he was far from either. To think of him being disappointed in me caused me to feel uneasy. I wanted to make Jak happy and keep him that way. As he walked toward the easel with the canvas, he turned to me and smiled.

“Stamina, Karter. I have it. Additionally, I’m head strong. I, however, have my doubts about you. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to start painting - naked. More specifically, you’re going to start painting the picture you spoke of earlier. At no point in time are you going to stop painting and study me or stare at me, do you understand?” he asked in a very matter-of-fact tone.

Somewhat confused, I nodded my head, “Yes sir. What are you going to do?”

“Well, now that you’ve asked, I suppose I’ll tell you. I’m going to stand here and stroke my cock. And I’m not going to stop until I cum. You’re not allowed to speak or stare, only take an occasional glance,” he responded without so much as cracking a smile.

This is punishment?

He removed my painting from the easel and replaced it with the new canvas. He knelt down and untied his boots. After removing the boots and socks, he unbuckled his jeans and tossed them aside. After pulling his tee shirt over his head, he stood and began rubbing his cock through his boxer shorts. Almost instantly, his rigid cock stretched his boxers beyond their design limit. As he leaned down and removed my palette from the floor and gathered some tubes of paint, I felt myself getting wet. I swallowed heavily. There had to be more to it than this. I pressed my knees together and winced as I realized the extent of my wetness. I had questions I felt I needed to ask before we got started.

With his broad back facing me and standing in his boxer shorts, he squeezed various colors of paint onto the palette. His bicep muscles flexed as he twisted the lids on the tubes and tossed them onto the drop cloth on the floor beside the easel. It was sheer torture watching him stand half-naked as he prepared for the sexual escapades he had described. 

“Can I touch myself?” I asked.

“Absolutely not. At least I better not catch you doing it,” he snapped.

Oh God. This is going to be so hot.

“What are we going to do after I’m either done painting or you’re done jacking off?” I squeaked.

“Well, you know how most guys reach climax,” he paused and looked over his shoulder as he squeezed a tube of paint onto the palette, “and they aren’t able to continue?”

I nodded my head and attempted to swallow. I opened my mouth and released an almost audible
yes.
Although I knew what I was trying to say, I was quite certain Jak heard nothing.

“Well, after I cum I’m going to prove a point. I’m going to fuck you until one of us either cums, gives up, or collapses. My guess is I’ll do none of the above,” he smiled.

Holy.

Fuck.

He picked up my laptop, opened it, and carried it to where I stood, “Unlock this, please.”

With shaking hands, I logged onto my computer as he stood beside me in his boxer shorts. I was so aroused I could barely think. After steadying the laptop, he grabbed my hair in his free hand and pulled it into a tight ponytail. As he balanced it in front of me, I saw my sexually frustrated face on the screen. He had obviously activated my web cam. As I stared into the lens and attempted not to focus on Jak standing beside me, he pulled my hair taught and breathed into my ear.

“Smile, Karter. When you like what you see, take a pic. It’s what you’re going to be painting in a moment. And every time I look at the painting, I’m going to think of stroking my big cock and cumming all over you while you were painting it,” his warm breath and the thought of him cumming on me caused my knees to buckle.

Oh my fuck.

Shit.

Iamawetfuckingmess.

I turned my head to the right and exposed the left side of my face to the camera. With Jak still pulling my hair tight, I opened my eyes wide and lowered my chin. I moved the cursor and tapped my shaking index finger on the
right click
button. Instantly, a likeness of my face appeared on the screen. Jak released my hair and admired the photo over my shoulder.

“You’re gorgeous, Karter,” he growled into my ear.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and attempted to straighten my shaking knees. I felt my pussy dripping down my inner thighs. There was no way I’d last a minute with Jak. Not now. I was ready to cum and we hadn’t even started yet. As I stood and allowed my mind to float away to thoughts of Jak punishing me sexually, he took the computer from my hands and lowered it to the floor in front of me. Still bent at the knees, he removed his boxers and tilted the screen of the computer rearward as far as he could. As he clutched his cock in his right hand, he pointed to the palette with his left.

“Get busy painting. Remember, don’t focus on me, keep painting until I cum, and stay quiet,” he demanded as he began to stroke his cock.

I bent over and picked up a brush and the palette. I desperately wanted Jak to fuck me. Now sitting cross legged on the floor beside the computer, Jak began to work his clenched fist up and down the shaft of his massive cock. I glanced at the screen of the computer, studied the photo of my face, and watched as Jak slowly stroked himself. After becoming slightly more uncomfortably aroused, I began to paint.

As I painted my depiction of the photo on the screen, Jak began to tease me. He stood from the floor, walked to my side, and continued working his hand against his cock. It took every bit of reservation I could gather to focus on the screen and not glance at Jak as he masturbated. Eventually, he sat on the floor beside the laptop and sighed heavily.

“You know Karter, I could stroke this big cock of mine all day. I’ve got seventeen years of practice. But there’s something about looking at you that makes me horny as absolute fuck,” he leaned forward and positioned his face a matter of inches from my thighs.

I’d had never heard Jak say
fuck
that I could recall. Seeing him like this was a huge turn on. I lifted my left foot and spread my feet shoulder width apart in hopes of
something.
Jak’s face now inches from my crotch, he looked upward, “It could be the fact your pussy is dripping down your leg. Are you horny, Karter? Do you want me to fuck you?”

Christ on a cracker, Jak. Fuck me already.

I nodded my head and considered responding, but knew Jak would be upset if I did. I opted to simply nod my head. He raised his chin slightly and licked the length of my pussy as he continued to stroke himself. My knees weakened and I struggled to remain standing. As his tongue touched me again, it stopped along my clit. Softly, he began to suck my swollen nub. I closed my eyes and mentally begged for him to fuck me. As my body began to tingle, I opened my eyes. Squatted at my feet with his eyes closed, Jak worked feverously on his cock as his tongue tortured my pussy.

Please Jak, I’m dying.

I shifted my gaze to the easel. I slopped paint from the palette to the canvas like a mad woman. In the confusion of him stroking his cock and sucking my clit, I’d forgotten our plan. If I could finish painting, we were going to start fucking. Like a woman possessed, I smeared paint on the canvas. Slowly, the painting began to come together. As I continued to attempt to focus on my work, my pussy ached and my spine tingled. I fought against each and every orgasm as they heightened. Eventually, Jak began to moan.

Please, Jak.

Don’t…

Moan.

“I think I’m ready to fuck you, Karter,” he groaned.

“I’m going to cum so we can get busy fucking,” he breathed.

I closed my eyes. His breathing became choppy and labored. I opened my eyes and looked down. I no more than caught a glimpse of Jak’s swollen cock, and he opened his eyes and began to slowly stand. Immediately, I looked up and tried to study the canvas.

Please, Jak…

“Get on your knees, Karter,” he bellowed.

Thank you.

With the palette still in my hand, I dropped to my knees like a female Tim Tebow preparing for a prayer. My ass hit the backs of my ankles and I opened my mouth. As I felt his cock against my lips, I began to moan. As his swollen shaft slid in and out of my watering mouth, I pressed my tongue against the bottom of his cock. After several strokes, he began to press the tip against my back of my throat. If the possibility existed to die from the anticipation of sex alone, I was mere seconds from the grave. As I felt his cock swell in my throat, I prayed for him to cum in my mouth and regain the strength to fuck me senseless. As Jak began to groan, I moaned against his cock. As his warm cum filled my mouth and throat, I mentally exhaled, knowing what was next. I felt his hands against my armpits and I attempted to stand. As my legs shook from emotional exhaustion, he lifted me to my feet.

He removed the palette and brush from my hand and placed them on the table beside the easel. As he leaned toward me, I closed my eyes in anticipation of a certain kiss. Our lips met, and my knees went weak again. As he held the weight of my body from collapsing on the floor, he kissed my lips with a passion I had never known. My head began to spin in circles. He hadn’t even begun to fuck me and I was done. I closed my eyes and remembered his earlier instructions.
I’m going to fuck you until one of us either cums, gives up, or collapses.
This was a contest I had no business being entered in. I was way out of my league with Jak.