Page 34 of My Forbidden Commander

His hands leave my ass and drop between us, fingers working fast at my belt, then his own, and my brain finally catches up enough to form a sentence.

“What are you doing?”

“I need you, sir.” His voice is raw and wrecked. “I need to feel your cock against mine.”

All I can do is moan.

He gets my belt open and shoves my slacks down over my hips, and I let him, standing there in the low lantern light like every rule I’ve spent two decades enforcing just evaporated. Then his own pants, shoved down just enough, and he takes both our cocks into one hand, wrapping his fingers around the two of us together. The sound that leaves me is more animal than human.

We start moving on instinct. I don’t decide to thrust—my hips just do it, chasing the slick drag of his cock against mine inside the cage of his fist, and he matches me, rolling into it with the same hunger, both of us breathing hard in a room that suddenly feels too small and too hot.

I can’t look away from where we’re pressed together. His cock is a few shades darker than mine, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip, smearing wet heat across my skin with every stroke he gives us, and it’s the single most obscene, beautiful thing I’ve ever watched happen to my own body.

“Fuck,” I breathe, hips jerking forward again, chasing that slick slide. “Fuck, Reyes.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, looking down at where our cocks bump against each other with savage satisfaction. “You like this, sir? Like frotting with your subordinate?”

His words make my blood run cold, then hot, all the air leaving my brain as the danger, the thrill, the degradation hit me all at once in a powerful cocktail.

“You little shit,” I manage to growl past the haze. “You’ll pay for this.”

Reyes glances up at me, giving me a signature cocky smirk. “I can’t fucking wait, sir.”

I don’t decide to say it. It rips out of me on a thrust, low and rough, my hand coming up to grip his jaw so he has to look at me while I say it.

“You’re fucking mine, Reyes.” My hips slam forward, chasing his fist, chasing him. “Do you hear me? Not Walker’s. Not Hayes’s. Not anyone’s. If anyone else touches you like this, I’ll shoot them myself.”

Reyes laughs, breathless and lust-drunk, his head tipping back.

“Jesus, sir.” He squeezes us together, making my vision go white. “Like I could be with anyone else. I’m too fucking gone for my Colonel.”

The words do something to my chest that would probably make a cardiologist frown in concern.

Reyes’s eyes drop back to where our cocks slide together, slick and shameless in his fist.

“I can’t wait to taste it,” he breathes. “Both of us. Mixed together. Gonna lick every drop off my fingers, sir, just like last time.”

That does it. That single, filthy image makes me explode. I come with a growl I muffle with clenched teeth, making it as quiet as I can because men are sleeping fifty meters away who cannot hear their colonel come apart moaning a specialist’s name. My release spills between us, striping his fist, his cock, both of us, and my knees nearly buckle.

“Fuck, yes, sir,” Reyes nearly chokes out, hips jerking hard into his own hand. “Just like that. Come all over my goddamn cock.”

He follows me over a second later, shaking against me, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as his release joins mine, warm and slick.

Neither of us moves for a long moment. We share ragged breaths in the quiet space between us, and my heart beats wildly in my chest.

Reyes eases us down with slow, unhurried strokes that make my spent cock twitch against his palm, and then he lifts his hand between us—filthy, marked with both of us—and brings it to his mouth.

I hiss as my cock gives another pulse.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I mutter, and I don’t recognize my voice anymore at all.

Reyes grins, his brown eyes bright and alive. “What a fucking way to go though, right, sir?”

Just then, a door slams shut outside in the dark, making both of us turn our heads in that direction.

“You should go,” I murmur, surprised at how much I don’t actually want him to go. We just came, so what is it exactly that I still want from him?

Reyes sighs. “Yeah. To be continued,” he promises with a wink. Then he salutes me with the hand still glistening with cum and spit. My cock kicks against my thigh, so I pull my pants back up, trying to look as dignified as a man who just debased himself with his subordinate can.