In His Sights (Don't Tell) (4 page)

I scooted closer to him. I wanted to touch him, claim him. I wanted to apologize for…for what? Hurting him? Threatening him the first time we met? Doing my duty? I couldn’t.

Grasping for the earlier vibe between us, I laid a palm on his raised knee. I grinned. “You twat.”

“’Fraid I can’t make claim to one of those.”

“Yeah, I think that’s why I want you.” I chose a shiny apple from the pile, glancing away from him. Taking a large bite, I moaned. The apple was crisp, fresh, crunchy. Juice dripped down my chin.

Suddenly Hawke’s tongue was on me. He licked up my chin. Hands clasped behind my neck, he pulled me across him. “Tastes even better on you.”

The strangest things happened when he looked at me. When he touched me. I felt like a frigging virgin, but I wanted to show him I was all man. I wanted to affect him the same way he did me. I offered the apple to him. Eyes glazed, he took a nip of my finger before biting the shiny red-skinned fruit.

He chewed, lids lowered. “I polished it, thinkin’ of you.”

I chuckled after another bite. “Polished what, exactly?”

“The apple, and other things.”

Another moan left my lips. I hooked him to me, the apple forgotten. “This is dangerous, you know?”

“Goddamn stupid.” His shallow breath rushed across my cheek.

“We could get killed.”

Pulling back, Hawke skimmed both hands over my short skull-cut. His calloused fingertips grazing my head vibrated sheer need through me. “Probably will.”

I nuzzled his mouth. His lips were wet, soft, wide. It felt so good to kiss him. It was so hard to tease him. We ended up with me sitting, Hawke in my lap, his legs folded around me. Shivers scurried down my spine as our mouths met over and over, but we kept our groins decidedly, tantalizingly apart.

Dragging my pack closer, I took out a flask and shook it between us. “In that case, might as well drink up.”

“What’s that?”

“This, my man, is only the finest rotgut in all the Territories.”

He swallowed a swig without a second thought. It must’ve burned his gullet because he spluttered all over the place. I laughed, taking a large glug.

Once recovered, he asked, “Not into women? I thought that was part of CO policy.”

“Are you still on about birds? I’m more interested in cocks right now.”

“Is that so?”

“I’m in no mood to talk anymore either, Hawke. Get your kit off.”

Watching him respond to my command skyrocketed my arousal. My dick strained as he shucked his top. Big, brawny and all-over golden, he was mouthwatering. His chest had a fine line of sandy curls arrowing between his pecs to his belly button before it delved into his pants. I could just make out a deep cliff of pelvic muscles darting to his crotch, a bulge forming there.

“Piercings?” I asked, barely able to form words.

“No.”

Reaching for the leather tie low on his neck that kept his hair off his face, I pulled it free. “Tats?”

He shook his head, sending the long blond dreads cascading over his chest. “All natural.”

He rolled his pants down his legs and off his feet and this time I choked.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, he is all-natural.
His cock nested in a thatch of hair, the same soft color that drizzled from the middle of his chest. He was thick, uncut. His shaft shifted from his hip to his stomach, pulsing with need. One large vein ran down the center and his balls dragged low—two perfect orbs in deep pink sacs just waiting to be tugged.

Leaning over him, I slid my palms down his chest and around his ribs. Dipping to suck on the tabs of his nipples, I halted when he grasped my neck.

“Get naked first, soldier boy. I wanna see your cock.”

I tore off my shirt, arching when his hands smoothed over my bare skin. Long fingers tickled up into the dark hair of my underarms while I ripped off my belt and lowered my pants. Boots and socks fell to the wayside.

When he pushed me onto my back, he perused me with predatory heat. “Nice.”

Lapping the black whorls of hair from my navel, he came face to face with my erection. Fingers wrapping around me, he stroked slowly up, squeezing under the flared head. Dragging all over my stomach, his tongue continued to destroy all my carefully controlled responses.

He laughed at my reaction, swirling the moisture running from my cockhead with light touches of his teasing forefinger. I growled, rearing him off of me. With him on his back, I crawled between his widened thighs and bit my lip hard. Our cocks strived together with no barrier for the first time.

“Control issues?” Hawke arched into me, rubbing his steely dick to mine.

“You’ve got no idea.” I thrust down onto him with all my strength. Our full lengths rubbed when I flexed my hips. This time I laughed when he shouted a strangled curse.

Leaning onto his elbows, Hawke bit and sucked my neck to my ear. “If you’re not into talkin’, how about sucking?’

“Yeah, that sounds more like it.” I pushed him back to the blanket.

Gliding my palms all over his warm skin, I ran my tongue in hot trails down the perfect male landscape of his torso. His cock hooked up to meet my mouth, the hooded head pearling with excitement.

I kissed his hip bone and pressed my thumbs into the joints between his legs. “Never done this before.”

“Well, now’s as good a time as any to start, dontcha think?” His hypnotic gaze was heated and horny, and fuck, this was playful and sexy, unlike anything I’d felt before.

When I dipped my mouth to him, his cock pulsed beneath my tongue with each of his rapid heartbeats. The solid heat and sexy taste was indescribably intense. I pulled up and breathed, “Oh wow.”

“You like it?” He slapped his shaft against his belly. The foreskin pulled back revealing a hard ridge beneath the crown so deeply aroused, his skin was reddish purple and tight.

Swooping down, I licked all over for the taste of him, swilling him against my tongue. I nibbled the silky skin over his hard rod. His fingers clenched on his hips beside my head. Turning my face, I pulled one into my mouth, treating it to the kind of suction I was going to use on his cock.

When his finger pulled out, he pushed me back to the dick he held before my mouth. I moaned, letting him press the wide brim inside. Sensation exploded within me. This was nothing like eating pussy. This was pure male strength in a hot iron bar. I devoured him, cupping his balls, sliding as far as I could, my efforts not enough to suck his entire length. His hips tried to punch up, but I held them down while he thrashed beneath me.

Withdrawing my lips, I lapped the engorged head. “Christ, your cock feels good, Hawke.”

He didn’t respond, too busy fighting for breaths between groans when I took him to the back of my throat again.

“
Mmm.
” I hummed coming off of him. I took a long stroll up him with my tongue from base to bulb. Pointing my tongue, I thrust it sharply into his slit, seeking the wetness of his pre-come.

Hawke’s head beat against the floor, then he jerked up. Grabbing my shoulders, he crushed a hungry kiss to my mouth. His hands skated down my back to my ass, grasping each globe and letting go with a slap. “Up, now. Get up and over me. Need that cock in my mouth.”

Oh yeah.
I arranged my knees on either side of his head, looking up his belly to his chin where my fat cock rested against the sexy goatee on his chin. That raspy contact alone almost made me blow my load. I dived down to the swelling shaft under my face. I bobbed hard and fast, yelling when he yanked my hips and took my cock to the root. His throat tightened. My fucking knees wobbled and my thighs trembled, raised as I was above him. He used his grip on my ass to help me fuck his hot wet mouth with fast loud thrusts.

I listened to him garbling half-words, blowing me with sloppy fervor. I pulled in a shaky breath and used both hands to pump him. I’d made him nice and wet and shiny, perfect for stroking. Then I pinched his foreskin up and out, nibbling on it, dipping my tongue inside it.

He popped me out of his mouth with a howl, so I repeated that move over and over. Burrowing into his balls, I dampened each with the blade of my tongue, feeling them draw up. I breathed him in, wetting the thick expanse of his shaft again. My fingertips played with the hair on his inner thighs, twisting, tweaking.

He had me in his throat again. Every swallow around the tip of my dick was an exercise in not coming. I was reduced to jerking his shaft and sucking hard on the head. I primed him to shoot off in my mouth and I couldn’t wait.

Hawke’s head fell back; only his hands worked me as one wandered over my nads to the tense dam behind. I bowed up and cried out. He tapped my shallow opening and bit the inside of my thigh.

“This is for later,” he growled.

Perspiration and power. Muscle and man. The scents and tastes and sounds overwhelmed me the next time he deep-throated me. I came while I gripped his shaft upright, mouth opened against it while I gasped and shivered. He swallowed my seed in long draws that hollowed his cheeks around my cock.

A spurt hit my face. Fuck, he was coming too. Wanting the hot release on my tongue, I ovaled my lips right around the pulsating head. I pumped him and kneaded his balls, grunting over every drop of come he deposited in my mouth.

Released from the stretched agony of orgasm, I flopped to my back, one arm over my face. I continually licked my lips until Hawke’s mouth was there. He lifted my forearm, and I saw his irises were now completely silver. Our taste mingled. With a last shiver, he lowered himself half over me, one leg across mine.

My perception about Hawke was starting to shift. Fuck, who was I kidding? My take on him had already done a one-eighty in the two times I’d met him. More to the point, my ideas about Nomads/Freelanders were under direct fire. It made me nervy as fuck. The truth was I liked my neat and tidy
I’ve got your six
world order. Life was safer, even with bullets whizzing by my head. I knew where I had to be and what I had to do at any given moment. Yet lying here with Hawke’s head resting on my chest, his fingers doing wicked things to my nipples, questions reared up in me.

“Tell me about Freelander life.” I dragged my hands lazily down his back, sating myself on his smooth skin and rippling muscles. I needed to know I was risking treason, risking my life, for more than a good fuck in the hopes of not getting fucked over.

“Freelander, huh? Not Nomad?” His head tilted up, lips sliding along my sternum. “So you’ve heard the truth.”

I frowned. “Is it the truth?”

Hawke laced his fingers through mine. My palm dampened and I held my breath. Handholding was…different. He traced the pad of his thumb over mine, mesmerizing me, making me an instant fan.

“What? That Freelanders are people living off the land, respecting the earth, as our ancestors should’ve done long ago, instead of being ignorant savages who can’t be tamed? Or maybe that we’re educated in farming, technology, medicine, and our communes are thriving communities of families from all backgrounds, all walks of life.”

“Sounds like make-believe to me.”

“Well, sometimes you just gotta put your faith in something.” His lips trailed across my jaw. He nudged my chin up, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

I laughed raggedly, settling under his weight, which felt unbelievably good on top of me. “I put my faith in my weapons and my ability to stay alive.”

He bit my neck, then soothed it with the slide of his tongue. “You’re a brute soldier.”

“You’re a warrior.” I gripped his smooth, supple ass, massaging that taut rump. “And aside from knowing the ways of war, we don’t make any sense at all.”

“Then why are you here?” Hawke asked. “Because you gotta admit, somethin’ about what we just did together, about this”—he waved his hand around—“feels real goddamn right.”

I shrugged.

He shook his head with a small smile. “How many times did you come lookin’ for me?”

Working my fingers into the thick mass of hair on his head, I held him still above me. I decided I wanted him to see the truth. I didn’t want to hide from him. “I came here until I was desperate for you. Until I swore that tonight was the last time and if you didn’t show, I’d never come back because…”

“Because what?”

I forced a hard swallow down my throat. “Because wondering where the hell you were and if you were still alive was starting to hurt, and I think I’d rather not know if something happens to you.”

There was nothing to say after that. Hawke just wrapped his arms around me. Minutes later, his voice rumbled. “You’re kinda deep for a corpsman, ya know?”

I chuckled. “Not really. I’m as shallow as they come. Just looking for an easy lay from someone with a nice body.”

Rising with his palms pressed beside my head, he slanted a glare at me. The movement pressed our lower halves together, cocks beginning to get thick and hard again. “Oh really?”

“Yeah. Besides, what would you know about corpsmen? Been with many others?” I meant it as a joke but a flare of jealousy made my words gruff.

“Just you.” He lowered his lips to mine.

I rolled him to his back, straddling him. His lips were puffy, glistening. I smeared my thumb across the bottom one. I reached inside my pack. “Forgot to tell you earlier, I brought this too.” I closed my hand around the little bottle, ducking my head, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.

“This what? Are you gettin’ shy on me, soldier boy?”

I tossed the lube onto the blanket to join the rest of our loot.

“Feelin’ pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Hawke teased.

“Actually, no I’m not.” I sat on top of him with my arms crossed over my chest. “I’ve never…”

“You’re a virgin?” I felt his instant swift arousal as his hips jumped under me. He scrubbed a hand down his face and groaned. “Shit, why are you tellin’ me this now? We don’t have enough time to do anything about it, but oh man, I want to.”

“I’m a virgin with guys, ass-muncher.” I landed a punch on his shoulder.

Bucking me off of him, he crawled between my legs. He looked greedy with lust, positively feral. “Oh, babe, you’re gonna love my ass-munchin’ skills.”