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Colonel Caleb, control, brat, fingering, doing it against a door, teasing,
You swear the air in that stupid freaking conference room was thick enough to choke on, and none of it had anything to do with the coffee or the oppressive heat of summer.
It was him. Just him.
Caleb.
Sitting there like a goddamn marble statue carved out of pure sin, uniform pressed so sharp it could cut glass, medals catching the light every time he breathed, jaw set like he was going to murder someone, he looked so hot with his Colonel face on.
You were dying.
Actually dying.
Okay…Maybe not dying….but you were wet, aching, clenching around nothing while he had the audacity to calmly review patrol routes like he wasn’t the single most edible thing you’d ever seen in your entire life.
You wanted to crawl under the table and ruin him with your lips, wrap them around his cock and– no no don't turn yourself even more feral then you are! You chastised yourself. You wanted him to ruin you. Whatever, you told your ovaries to calm down and like normal around the colonel they outright ignore you.
You can't just slide under the table and suck his soul out of his cock, so you did the next best thing.
Your foot found his calf first, Lightly.
Then his knee, you watched his face as he watched one of his subordinates talk some shit about guns.
Then—slow, so slow—you slid it higher. The second your toe brushed the inside of his thigh you felt the muscle jump like you’d shocked him.
But his face?
Nothing.
Stone-cold colonel mask. Only the tiniest twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away, and that tiny twitch made your whole body throb, and you can barely hold back a moan.
You kept going.
When your toes finally pressed against the thick, hard line of him through his trousers, you almost moaned out loud again.
He was already so fucking hard. For you. Under the table. In front of all these people.
You dragged your toes along his length once—slow, deliberate—and watched his fountain pen stutter across the page, leaving a little black smear like even his ink was losing control.
Fuck, you love him like this.
You asked some completely innocent question about airspace clearance, batting your lashes like you weren’t currently stroking his cock with your foot under the mahogany table, His voice when he answered—low, steady, dangerous—made your panties stick to you even worse.
When the meeting finally ended and the room cleared, you stayed put, thighs pressed together, trying to look innocent while your heart tried to hammer its way out of your chest.
He stood and strode to the door, the click of that lock was the single hottest sound you’ve ever heard, or at least the implications of what it meant was.
He crossed the room like a predator, staring at you with dark violet eyes. Grabbed your wrist. Yanked you up against him. You could feel how hard he still was, how fast his heart was pounding under all that crisp uniform fabric.
“You’ve been torturing me all morning,” he growled against your ear as he pulled you even closer, voice so low it vibrated straight down your spine, and to your pussy
“Teasing. Touching. Squeezing me like I’m your toy.
“You are,” you whispered, grinning like the brat you are.
Something in his eyes snapped “Say that again” he growled
“You’re mine to torment, Colonel.”
Next thing you knew your back was against the door, his hand braced over your head with your wrists in it, caging you in, and his other hand was shoving your skirt up and ripping your panties away like they personally offended him.
Two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning and you almost screamed,you whimpered instead.
You were so wet they just slid right in, and he groaned, like he couldn’t believe how soaked you were for him.
“Look at you,” he rasped, lips brushing your ear, teeth grazing the shell with a soft nip
“Dripping all over my fingers after teasing me for two straight hours. Greedy little thing, who's a toy to be played with now?”
He curled them just right and your knees buckled as the pleasure shot through your core.
He pinned you harder, grinding his cock against your thigh so you could feel exactly what you’d done to him, it makes you buck up and try to feel more.
“Stay still,” he ordered, voice pure steel. “Or I stop and make you leave like this, needy–empty.”
He pulled his fingers out and you almost cried. Then he spun you around, chest to the door, and you heard the belt. The zipper. The most beautiful sounds in the universe–aparr from his whimpers when you wrap your lips around his coc–.
One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, stretching you so perfectly you saw stars. His hand slapped over your mouth, cutting your whimpering scream short.
And then he fucked you.
Hard. Deep. Possessive. Every heavy snap of his hips slammed you up onto your toes, rattled the doorframe, made your brain short-circuit.
His cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you on the way out, only to punch back in so deep your vision whited out at the edges. The wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, slick and obscene, each thrust forcing more of your arousal down your thighs as he slams in with a squelching sound.
You were shaking. Clenching. Helpless. Your walls fluttered and squeezed around him like your body was trying to keep him there forever, and every time you tightened he let out this low, broken moan against your neck that made you clench even harder.
His free hand slid around to your lower belly, pressing down just enough that you could feel every single inch of him moving inside you—thick, hot, relentless. His hips rolled in that brutal rhythm, balls hitting your clit with each punishing thrust, your legs were trembling so hard you would’ve fallen if he wasn’t holding you up.
You were right there. Right on the edge. Tears pricked your eyes. Your whole body locked up, thighs quivering, walls pulsing around him in frantic little spasms, needing something–anything to push you over that ledge.
That’s when he leaned in, lips against your ear, voice dark velvet and rough.
“Come for me.”
His palm pressed harder over your mouth as you shattered, hard, helpless, your scream swallowed against his skin while your pussy clamped down around him in wave after wave, fluttering, milking him, soaking his cock. Your vision blurred. Your knees gave out completely. You could only tremble and pulse around him, completely lost.
He followed right after—two more deep, punishing thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, groaning low and broken against your shoulder as he spilled inside you, hot and thick, hips jerking with every pulse.
For a long moment neither of you moved—just ragged breathing, sweat-slick skin, and the faint tremor in his thighs pressed to the backs of yours.
Then he was gentle again. So gentle it almost hurt. He eased out carefully, fixed your skirt with steady hands, turned you around, and kissed your forehead like you were something precious and fragile–as if he didn't just fuck you against the door.
“Next time,” he murmured, thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip, “wait until we’re alone, pips.”
You smiled, dazed and floating still, legs shaky. “Where’s the fun in that? it's fun to make you lose control and break” obviously the brat hadn't been fucked completely out of you….
His eyes narrowed, but that tiny smirk— oh goodness, that smirk—told you everything.
He was not done with you
“Keep talking like that,” he said softly in a dangerous tone, reaching out and gripping your chin, “and we won’t make it out of this building.”
You shivered so hard he felt it
He smirked again and kissed your nose gently l.
Damn,You are so completely, hopelessly, stupidly in love with this man.
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