Ready Ch. 05-06

Over and over he rubbed his thumb across his wet ebony knob, pre-come flowing unchecked as he imagined sliding his dark tip across her nubbin before running the thick pole between her soft lower lips. Kevin's fingers formed an O just under his helmet, his hand making fast movements up and down. With his other hand he reached down to cup and massage his sac, his long fingers reaching back to rub behind his balls as he imagined what her tongue felt like licking him there while her hands worked his rod.

Growling, his hips rolled up as come shot out across his abdomen and chest, and some on his pillow. He continued to thrust hard up into his tight fist, deep grunts forced from his throat another two, three more times. Relief followed, and yet he felt no satisfaction.

As he looked down on his mess a memory flashed into his mind of Deonne moving up from between his legs, aroused beyond reason. Her mouth opened slightly, lips swollen from their work on his cock, breathing in short puffs, her eyes wild with longing. He knew she was ready, merely needing a stroke.

Wiping a pool of thick white come off his dark skin with her fingers, she rubbed it into her ripe pussy with a moan. Her body jerked, then convulsed and vibrated as waves of pleasure moved through her, her body falling onto his out of control, the most delicately feminine noises erupting from her throat. Rubbing his hand slowly down her back he had felt the tremors fade from her body before her face relaxed and she smiled up at him.

Damn. Fuck it all to hell. Kevin sat up and ran a hand over his hair. Climbing out of bed he made his way to the bathroom to clean up. Six months. It had been six months since he walked out. And he was as miserable now as that first day.

He'd tried it all. First, there was his friend Jack Daniels. That worked occasionally, but you had to be careful with Jack's friendship. His bosses didn't like Jack much. Also, James threatened to send in their mother if he kept that shit up.

Then there was that skinny brunette that reminded him of Deonne. Until she opened her mouth. But still, her pussy was warm and wet and she let him unload his frustration. Unfortunately, she left him with a hollow feeling and lonelier than ever, not to mention the guilt he still couldn't shake.

The best elixirs he had found had been work and exercise, because if he could get distracted enough he wouldn't think of her for whole blocks of time and if he piled on enough exercise he could let exhaustion take over and peaceful sleep would follow.

Walking over to his dresser, he picked up his cell phone and pushed two buttons. He should erase them, but he couldn't stop listening because the longing to hear her voice was stronger than the pain and guilt the messages brought on. Those two weeks after they went their separate ways he had refused to take her calls or even listen to her messages. He would stare at the phone when it would ring and a war would wage inside him over answering, but that angry, hurt part of him would always win. Damn her, he would say to himself then. But he was the one living in hell now.

"Hi, Kevin. It's me. Please call me back. I know I was wrong and I'm so sorry. Please don't end it like this... please call me."

His heart clenched hearing her tears and he wondered why her brothers hadn't shown up to cut his balls off. The last message was the worst, but he couldn't avoid it. It was his punishment, and his hope. He listened to her voice, this time sad, but strong and clear.

"Hey, it's me, I promise, I won't bother you again. I miss you and I'm so, so sorry. I'm leaving in a couple hours and I couldn't stop myself from saying goodbye. I hope that someday you can forgive me. I love you. I'll always love you. Stay safe."

He missed her desperately. He wanted her back, and he had no idea how to go about it. She had left him with a tear-filled apology and love and he had left her with an angry, abusive fuck and a cold shoulder. He didn't deserve her and he was heading back to the sand in two days.

Maybe he should go see if his friend, JD, was still under the kitchen sink. The tears were somehow less unseemly with Jack. Yep, Jack was a true friend.

*****

James stood dockside smiling and looking out over the hulk of black metal that was about to become his home for the better part of a year while holding the phone to his ear. Lt. Deonne McNeil was on the other end doing a piss-poor job of singing to him.

" ...dear Ja--ames, ha--ppy birth--day to you!" she warbled her ending.

It was a tradition, whenever they were able, they would call each other up on their birthdays and sing the song. If they couldn't call, they would send a card. One time James had even made sure his mother mailed his pre-signed card because her birthday would fall in the middle of his deployment. Sometimes her card would be weeks late in the huge stack of mail that would be given to him during port calls.

"Hey! I know I'm early, but I didn't want to miss your birthday next month. Happy Birthday! The Indian Ocean sends its greetings too!"

"So, the Indian Ocean thinks and even talks to you now, does it?"

"She misses you."

"Well, she's probably going to keep on missing me, but she only talks to you, you nut job. Listen, how you doing these days?"

"Good. Glad to be heading back home. It was a boring deployment. Lots of flying, but nothing to brag to the grandkids about." Deonne longed to ask about Kevin, but was too embarrassed. James had been e-mailing her as usual and kept her informed though she never asked.

A small silence developed between them.

"You know you wanna ask, just do it," James said into the silence. He could hear her sigh all the way across the planet.

"Okay, how is he?"

"Alive and well, last I heard, he's been gone a couple of months now. He misses you. If you still want him, he's yours, trust me on that. I just don't know why a good girl like you would want a piece of shit like that." James smiled into the phone. He loved his brother, but the man was a fool.

"Well, you know how we good girls always go for the bad boys, the badder the better! Listen, I don't want to cut this off, but I have to. Have a good cruise, don't get run over by any whales."

"When I get back, I'm expecting to be told where to show up with my tux."

"Don't joke."

"Listen girl, I know my brother better than I know myself, you don't have anything to worry about. Hang in there."

"Bye," she quietly spoke into the phone as the connection broke.

She hoped James was right because she was planning the biggest risk of her life when she got back.

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Author's Note: The military author, WEB Griffin, once referred to a submarine as a 'sinking sewer pipe' and it so amused me, I had to steal it! Thank you AsylumSeeker for editing.