Military life isn’t the non-stop party everyone imagines. Many times, it gets quite boring. Especially in the beginning, barracks life, lots of training, minimal pay, and limited free time. Then, when you do have free time, someone will have to stand duty. It could be you, or it could be one of your buddies, but it always puts a crimp on things. Jax had learned this all too well in the past few months after a training injury had him on the light-duty list. But a soldier always had one saving grace: the Rec Center.
Jax pulled a lot of extra duty shifts for others. It was a great way to make extra money, and holidays were premium, but it didn’t leave much time to enjoy the extra funds. Luckily, the Rec Center was a short walk from the barracks. That was where he met Chloe. She was standoffish at first. Guarded against everyone. But he wasn’t there to see how far he could get with her. He just watched T.V., shot pool, or played the arcade games, and occasionally he would offer friendly conversation.
That friendly conversation turned into an honest friendship. Chloe would let him touch her, massage her shoulders, and even hang out after closing. No one else could say that. The center had become their private sanctuary. Eventually, that friendship grew into something more, as Chloe began flirting with Jax with increased boldness and intensity. She would flip her blonde hair around, grab him seductively when no one was looking, and brag about how she liked to go commando, even in her skirts as long as they weren’t too short. During their late-night conversations, she would sit in his lap, put his hand on her leg, or trace her fingers on his arm.
Anyone else would have jumped at the opportunity. Jax hesitated, even though some nights he went to bed exhausted from self-control and in need of release. He hesitated out of respect for her workplace and for her. He knew that he could be reassigned at any moment, and did not want to start something he could not see through.
It was late August when that day came. He had spent months on light duty; now he was moving on. Jax walked through the doors ten minutes before closing. The look on his face was grim. Chloe smiled, beaming, mischievous, then it was gone in a flash.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, concern in her voice.
“I’m leaving. I ship out tomorrow.”
The wind left her sails in a whoosh as the news struck her. She didn’t cry or protest, but continued about her work with blind precision. Jax milled around, helping out with things, keeping his distance, letting her process what was inevitable. When the last patron left, she locked the door with finality that echoed her feelings.
Jax approached her with caution, not knowing what to expect. When he was within arm’s reach, she turned, lunging forward, her lips crashing against his. She probed his mouth with her tongue, and when he returned the invitation, she sucked at it lustfully. The kiss drew out, becoming passionate, hungry. Jax groaned as his brain misfired, short-circuiting with desire. He had wanted this for so long; he felt his knees weaken, threatening to fail. Chloe leaned into him as he struggled to stay upright, his knees shaking. Chloe thrust all her weight onto him, his knees finally giving as he slumped to the carpet below.
Chloe straddled him with a triumphant look, “Right where I want you.” She stared into his eyes as she hiked up her skirt, revealing she was completely bare, as promised; she wasn’t wearing any underwear whatsoever. She brought her smooth mound down on Jax’s face, and he lapped eagerly at the sweet, tangy juices that had already begun to flow there. She leaned back, her hands on his hips, eyes looking towards the heavens as she ground her pussy into his face.
“Oh, God!” she choked out as her climax leaked a fresh, warm flow of juices onto Jax’s chin.
She wasted no time reveling in the moment. She removed Jax’s clothes with frantic urgency, pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion. Now, she did revel, as his cock bounced before her, happy to be free, the head already glistening with excitement. She gripped his shaft, settling over him, guiding his cock into her soaking entrance. In one fluid motion, she slammed herself onto him, his cock disappearing to the hilt as she let out a gasp.
What came next was not born of tenderness. It was born of need and desire as she began to ride him with a feral intensity. Her hands rippled across his toned body as her hips rocked back and forth, grinding her clit into his pelvis. She leaned forward, her breath hot in his ear, her breasts crushed against his chest.
“You’ll never forget this, Jax,” she whispered, picking up the pace. She flexed, tightening the grip her pussy had on his cock. “I want to make sure you think of this moment every day.”
She began to bounce harder; he could feel her grip with every upward slide. Jax grabbed her hips and began driving up to match her, burying himself deep within her. Her muscles began to spasm and pulse, milking him with every stroke. The friction between them was building into a searing heat.
Chloe threw her head back, moaning, her thralls of pleasure echoing in the silent space. As her climax raged through her, she clamped down on his cock, driving down to seat him deeper than she had before. Her pussy fluttered in rapid spasms. Jax couldn’t hold back any longer; he released a guttural roar as he emptied himself inside her, bucking erratically as he tried to thrust even deeper.
Chloe collapsed onto him, both breathing in heavy, ragged breaths. She kissed him deeply one more time.
“When you leave Jacksonville, I want you to think of me, always.”
