C. Brown - Fraternizing

Our chests moved in erratic succession, both of us breathing hard as the need to let go of some of this sexual tension mounted. Her hands wrapped around my head, pulling me even closer to her as one of my hands lay on her cheek while the other snaked down and firmly clasped onto her ass. I paused to pull back, needing to look at her, to drink her in.

"Are you crazy?" she asked, still breathing hard while trying to catch her breath.

I sucked on my bottom lip, wanting to cut the chit chat and take advantage of every second that I had with her.

"I must be, because right now, nothing else fucking matters but you," I lowly grumbled, hoping to get back to fulfilling my need to touch her, to taste her, to be with her.

"You know we could--"

My mouth crashed down on hers just as she was about to beat me over the head with a dose of reality. I didn't want to hear what could happen should anyone catch us, I didn't give a shit in that moment. I just wanted her, and I wasn't about to waste another second denying myself of her any longer.

My tongue moved aggressively with hers, swirling around in her mouth and trying to taste every inch of her. Her hands held strong to the back of my neck, prompting me to place both of mine on her ass, squeezing and lifting her off the ground. My hard cock was pounding with an aching need to get inside of her, and as it sat at the entrance of her pussy, clothing once again inhibiting us, I felt her gently beginning to rock to and fro, further taunting and teasing me.

"You don't want to do that," I growled, warning her that I was in a primal state, and there was no telling how far I would be willing to go.

She didn't stop, further rocking her hips over my cock, sending pain and pleasure from root to tip. Her movements were making it damn near unbearable to not rip her clothes off, bend her over, and fuck the living lights out of her.

"Yeah, start roundin' em' up," I heard Jensen call out, startling Bennett.

She stopped moving and stared into my eyes, the innocence putting a smile on my face.

"Me and You. Your room tonight," I told her through labored pants just as fear went off in her eyes.

"How can you? You're on duty? That's worse than right now."

I held her up with one arm and placed a finger over her lips.

"Don't doubt me, Blondie. I make shit happen."

She was just about to reply when I placed her down on the ground, helping her fix her uniform.

Gently pushing the side door open, I leaned in and kissed her sweet, soft lips again, my lips lingering on hers, not wanting to break our touch, before helping her out. Just as she stepped outside, a haze overcame me, blurring the sight of her while leaving me in a daze.

"Ahem," Jensen said. He and Newsome stared down at me with baffled expressions staining their faces.

I sat up, having fallen asleep in the back of the classroom. I wiped my eyes before running my fingertips over my lips, having sworn I had Bennett pinned up against a wall, tasting her beautifully sculpted body while she taunted me, letting go of her inhibitions and giving herself to me. Feeling the bulge that was my cock, I reached down to massage it, trying to discreetly ease the ache that had settled into what was turning into the most sensitive part of my body.

I was losing control. Never had I ever fallen asleep, drifted off, or lost my train of thought when it came to my job-- until now. My feral attraction to Bennett was beginning to destroy me. My psyche wouldn't allow me to move on from her. She was imprinted in my mind.

"What the fuck, man? Falling asleep in the classroom?" Jensen asked, looking absolutely disgusted. Thankfully the classroom was empty.

"I don't know what the fuck got into me," I lied, rubbing my hands over my eyes again.

"I know what the fucks gotten into you," Jensen sneered. "Get yourself together, Alex."

I abruptly stood up, my chair loudly scratching against the floor, bringing myself face to face with Jensen. Even though I was off my game, I was still his senior and wouldn't tolerate his shit.

"You better stand the fuck down, Jensen," I hissed.

Our breathing intensified as we stood glaring at one another, scowls deepening as neither of us wanted to back down.

"Whoa. Fill me in. I want to know what the fucks gotten into both of you," Newsome said, trying to diffuse the combustible situation we now found ourselves in.

"It's nothing, man," I said. "Nothing at all."

He didn't look convinced.

Jensen turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving Newsome and me standing there. I needed to let him know that he had gone too far with Bennett the night before.

"Hey, man. Just wanted to say thanks for yesterday." I grabbed the back of his neck, playfully gripping it.

A bright smile crept across his face. "Oh, no problem, man. I love picking out the example. It always feels good getting to blow out my frustrations by destroying shit."

He laughed, but I couldn't join in. He took one look at my face and stopped.

"I appreciate it, but don't go overboard like that next time."

"But, that's what we always--"

I stopped him, gripping just a bit harder. "I know. But for a female, that was a bit too much. You understand that?" I responded, my voice growing more defense with every word spoken.

Confusion swept over him as he looked at me with piqued curiosity, but I didn't say anything further. I simply patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to go on his way. He didn't say another word, instead strolling outside and lighting up his cigarette.

He was right. We did normally pick out an example and go ape shit on them, but where Bennett was concerned, that shit had rubbed me raw and pissed me off.

Staring at my watch, I realized I only had about ten minutes left of the fifteen minute break normally allotted to the students. I stepped into my office and slammed the door shut, throwing my cover on the desk and yelling out my frustrations. Perspiration coated my face as I ran my hands over it, trying to figure out a sensible way to drain the pent up aggression raging inside of me.

Sitting down in my chair, I blew out an exasperated breath while thoughts of Bennett came crashing back into my mind with the force of a wrecking ball. How this girl had mind fucked me with one brief encounter was beyond me. Ever since the day I swore into the Corps, nothing and no one, with the exception of family, had ever come before it. The shit they preached to you in bootcamp about the guy to the right and left of you being your brother was taken to heart. I would gladly take a bullet for any of these motherfuckers, and believed wholeheartedly in everything the Corps laid out before us.

Bennett challenged those beliefs and placed me between a rock and a hard place. On one end, the rules mattered. They kept order in an often unorganized world, but on the other end, the rules were a roadblock to a very enticing prize at the end of a very winding road. They were the stern warning given to a dog who's just had a bone placed before him and told not to touch. Bennett was the warning that I didn't want to heed.

Looking down at my watch, I sat up, patiently awaiting composure to take hold of my body. There was no way I was going back into that classroom with my cock throbbing and mind wandering. After straightening my uniform, I walked out to the bathroom, leaning over to splash some cold water over my face. A cold shower would have been a much better choice, but the face splash was all I could accomplish at the moment.

I grabbed a few paper towels, wiping and drying off my face and hands, when Jensen walked in, stopping at the urinal. He finished his piss, then made his way over to the sinks, washing his hands while looking at me through the mirror.

"Have you fucked her?" he asked, putting me on guard with the high level of bite in his tone. He didn't look away after asking the question.