about, her right now, but I’d craved her so-fucking-long, it was all I ever thought about.
Things with Rory were too important to fuck up by pushing her. Both of us needed comfort, but the last thing I wanted was to push her into sex and have her regret, it then cut me out of her life. I’d wanted her for far too long to risk ruining it now, when I had her right where I wanted her, well almost where I wanted her.
Remembering how I’d run my hands through that long silky red hair earlier, I lifted my hand and smelled the remnants of her. Her hair, all of her really, had the best scent; it was light, sweet and provocative. As sick and creepy as it was, I sniffed my hand a couple of more times and felt my dick get painfully hard with just the lingering smell of her.
My other hand moved under the sheets, slid underneath the elastic of my boxer briefs and started to tug on my incredibly hard shaft. I could see Rory in my mind, her hair fanned out over my pillow as I slid into her sweet body. Her firm breasts would be held in her hands, as an offering for my mouth. I could almost smell her arousal as I imagined what it would feel like to lick between the swollen wet folds of her pussy. I needed to know what she would taste like when she came.
Thanks to hours of practice at the shooting range, my hand was rough and calloused. I reached over to the nightstand to grab the lotion Rory kept there for guests. She was so thoughtful, to offer me her sweet scented lotion to rub all over my dick. I squirted a generous amount onto my palm and used it to ease myself into a blissful fantasy.
The smell of Aurora’s lotion, the scent of her hair on my hand, helped me get into the perfect mindset. I imagined her hot wet mouth moving up and down over my dick as I pulled and tugged on myself. I used my other hand, the one that still smelled like Rory’s hair, to reach down and rub over the tight skin of my balls. I thought about what her tongue would feel like if she popped my dick from the heat of her mouth and licked and sucked my balls.
As my balls drew up and my spine tingled, I knew that I was about to cum. My dick swelled even thicker, but I didn’t want to cum all over her sheets, so I grabbed the dirty T-shirt off the floor and covered the head of my dick as I pumped myself faster and faster. Just as I started to spurt, I moaned out her name.
Fuck! I really hoped that wasn’t loud , I thought to myself, wondering what she’d think if she heard me in here. Would it turn her on or make her disgusted with me?
As I stroked slowly, bringing myself down from that epic climax, I imagined the sexy curve of her shoulder, her amazing legs and her breasts. I pictured every part of her that I could think of, just as I always did.
My entire body relaxed, I had really needed that, but what I truly wanted was her, not my damn hand. This would have to be enough for now. If I kept spending this much time with her, I was sure the skin of my dick would become raw from all the friction of my hand. She’d probably notice how much lotion I used and wonder what the hell I was doing with it.
Sated, for the moment, my mind relaxed too, I was able to push the image of my friend - head half gone, body slumped in death, his blood and brain matter splattered all over the wall, out of my head and fall into a deep sleep.
Fuck, it was so hot - scorching us out here. The Humvee we were all piled into didn’t have air conditioning of course. This was the fucking Marine Corps, so obviously, that wasn’t a priority. I looked over at Trent; the bastard was driving, shades covering his laughing green eyes as he scanned the terrain. The desert was mostly sparse where we were, the odd abandoned vehicle was scattered here and there, always requiring extra attention. This area was supposed to be clear, but we never trusted that intel.
The enemy could be hiding anywhere. Doing our best to stay positive, and to keep our spirits up, Gavin was telling us a