Amy moaned under the tepid shower spray as her hands reached the swollen nub between her thighs, scrubbing efficiently in true military style but still closing her eyes and taking a private moment to indulge in her fantasies. She couldn't help picturing Major Alex Frasier standing behind her slipping his hand between her legs and fingering her slit while his lips seared the skin on her neck. She just knew his mouth would be ten times hotter than the water pouring over her.
A long time fantasy never to be fulfilled but one worth considering...briefly.
She gave herself a full extra minute to engage in the deep seated desire, extending her three minute ritual into four minutes, then quickly rinsed and shut off the water. She effectively doused her arousal with the end of the shower, ready to return to duty and conduct herself appropriately, as usual.
But it wasn't easy.
With a sigh, she turned and started to reach for the towel, gasping when she caught sight of someone standing in the doorway to the barracks shower. Her instinct was to cover herself with the towel, but she fumbled and dropped it, her hands shaking as she recognized the figure and felt her skin heat as if she stood beneath a boiling hot rain.
"Major!"
Automatically, Amy went to attention, swallowing hard as she forced herself not to make eye contact. But something about the look in Major Frasier's eyes before she'd managed to peel her own gaze away registered and made her anxious to know what was on his mind.
"I thought you had reported for duty." Alex's voice was smooth, rich, and deep. He spoke in such a low tone Amy could barely hear, the sound more of a rumble she felt deep in her core. It almost made her groan out loud, and she focused hard on the situation at hand as she'd been trained to do.
With precise spatial knowledge, she glanced at the clock from the corner of her eye. "Yes, Major, sir, I report at 0800, in ten minutes, sir." She knew she wasn't late, and she couldn't imagine why he would come looking for her here, making such a big deal about her taking a shower. He'd never invaded her private space here; no one had, and she'd never missed a deadline.
He moved toward her, slowly, hands behind his back, and she had the impression that he was inspecting her, like a new recruit on her first day in boot. She felt vulnerable, and she wished she'd at least managed to wrap her towel around herself before he'd caught her. she didn't like the way her breasts felt heavy under his gaze or her center felt flames lick over it as he came closer. "Was that a regulation shower, Lieutenant?"
For a moment, Amy almost stuttered. Had he been watching her? Heard her? A regulation shower was four minutes. She usually took three, and today, she'd taken four. In theory, the answer was, yes, it was regulation. But something in his tone told her he wasn't looking for the standard answer. "Sir, four minutes to lather, rinse, repeat, sir."
She heard him sniff, a smirk, as he circled behind her, closer than before. She could almost feel his body heat, he came so near, and her fingers trembled with the desire to reach out and touch him as he rounded to her left. But she held steady. "That's interesting, Lieutenant, because I smell something out of place, something not quite standard protocol."
That's my arousal, sir, she thought but obviously didn't say. She pressed her lips together, fighting the urge, and then told him, "Major, I still have nine minutes before reporting for duty. If I offend you, sir, I have time to shower again before dressing and still report on time, sir."
"Nine minutes," he sighed, and his breath slid over her neck, down her spine so she nearly melted into the floor. If this was some sort of exercise in self-discipline, she wanted a merit award. Especially as she felt the rough material of Alex's uniform against her back, his lips brush her ear, and one fingertip twirl a strand of her hair at the nape of her neck. "Then we better make this fast," he whispered.
He moved so fast Amy almost missed it, grabbing her by the wrist and spinning her to face him as he forcefully but gently pushed her against the wall.
For the first time, she met his gaze head on, and she saw the same hunger she'd felt for so long, since she first joined the unit with her promotion, and there was such intensity to it she inhaled sharply. He didn't move right away, his breath coming hard and fast, their chests heaving against each other.
"Am I reading it wrong, Lieutenant? Or do you want me as badly as I want you?"
She shook her head adamantly. "No, you're dead on, Major." She didn't even recognize her own voice, gravelly and sultry with her need.
"I bought us ten extra minutes, Amy, that's it. And I'll have to change," he told her urgently, one hand sliding down her side, along the edge of her breast, and over her hip. Her eyes rolled back in her head, but she managed a weak nod in response. Hearing her name from his lips had her creaming, and she wanted to hear it again.
"Alex—" But he silenced her with a kiss, his tongue delving without apology and his lips suckling at hers so she felt like he would drain her dry. She let her inhibitions slide away. If she only had this one chance, these few minutes, she was going to make the most of them, and she threw her arms around his neck, shoving her fingers in his crisp, short hair. His body was hard against hers, every line and bulge molding against her softer but well toned form. She'd changed since boot, for the better, but there was still a very distinct difference between her and the way Alex was built, and it reminded her for once that she was very much a woman.
Even more so as his cock pressed between her thighs, through the perfect press of his uniform.
