i need a robert akers/reader where there maybe sneaking around and he loves a quickie before work?
Robert Akers — Sneaking Around
(Horny Bullshit, slight choking, morning sex, prone bone & creampie)
When it came to stealth, Akers excelled. From 11pm to midnight, no one had spotted him or the military jeep parked at the end of your street. The MPs up in security had not been paying attention to the cameras last night. They rarely did. And Ramirez who always kept track of who and what had entered and exited Gable Ridge Road had been caught up elsewhere in that gloomy realm.
Akers had done this many times before, but not with as much ease. All night, there was minimal chatter on his radio and even less regard on his end.
Now, it’s the morning after. Akers is in nothing but his underwear, leaning over your bathroom sink while you dip back down in the coolness of your sheets. He can hear the bed creak faintly from the other room, his lips under the old tap as he takes a long sip of the tepid water. You are still there, lying cross-legged on the bed by the time he saunters back to the bedroom. His eyes go to his uniform, sprawled out on a nearby chair, particularly the radio he would have to switch back on before sunrise. It’s just past 6am. By 7am, his men will be calling him.
Then Akers looks back at you, watching him like you were waiting for a verdict. Your legs part, exposing your underwear beneath the oversized shirt of his. Staring at you like this, Akers decides to make the most out of his morning.
Without hesitation, he pounces on you, attacking your neck with teeth, lips and tongue. He doesn’t have time for chivalry right now. Your giggle echoes through the room, acting as motivation and fuelling his aggressive desire more. Rough hands bury into your hips as he grinds his clothed erection over your pubic bone. Akers slowly takes your hand and places it between the two of you, pressing your palm up against his hardened cock.
“See what you do to me?”
Akers mutters into your hair, breath tickling your ear. Enough to make you quiver. You nod into his shoulder, hiding your heated cheeks. His knuckles brush over your clothed cunt, feeling the wetness through your panties. Something that only intensifies the harder he grinds.
There’s nothing gentle about the way Akers takes you. Quickly flipping you over and lazily pulling your underwear to the side. You let out a squeak as your head flops down on the pillow suddenly. He positions your knees between his before drilling into you. Finding himself with his hand hooked around your throat, tilting your head back just far enough so he can look into your eyes. His only focus while he plows you hard into the mattress.
Time doesn’t exist in this moment. The hardened soldier behind you turns into a groaning mess as the sun slowly peeks through the window. Akers leans into your body, feeling your walls pulse around his cock one more time before you cum. Your breathy sounds, collecting yourself from your orgasm make him weak. He’s not far off from his own, almost choking you when he pulls your neck further back just to muffle his whimper into your lips. His hips stutter and his body falls limps against yours. Akers lets out another cry against your cheek, holding you still. Pushing his cock in deeper, he finishes.
The clock hasn’t quite reached 7 yet. Akers notices this, still inside you, his body heavy on yours like a weighted blanket. A part of him is tempted to go again. Another part of him wants to take you into the shower and just hold you. He’s got 20 minutes to spare…
