I felt wetter now than I did during the water fight.

I sat on the bed, my eyes trailing his whole entire body, appreciating it in his full glory. His biceps, his abs, his stomach muscles, his thigh muscles, his tattoo, his ... his ...

It was exactly how Nicole had described it would be, only better. Eight inches of pure heaven, he was long and thick with veins that made even the most intimate part of his body seem strong and lean.

I sat up to become face to face with his manhood and gripped my small hand around it.

He clenched his jaw and exhaled but then he pulled off my T-shirt and flung it across the room, next reaching around and unclasping my bra. I wiggled free from it all the while keeping my hand on him, building friction on the soft skin of his penis.

"I want you right now." He touched my hand to stop my movements. I cast my blue eyes on his and suddenly I felt nervous.

What if he doesn't want me to look at him?

Maybe it turns him on when I don't, will he want the same punishments and control in bed just as he does out on the field?

"Sir, yes sir." I cast my eyes down.

"What are you doing?"

He froze for a moment and then chuckled but placed his hand on my chin and pulled my face up to look at him.

"With you, I'm just Axel. It's the only place I can just be myself, no pretending, not torn between two sides, not living up to anyones expectations. Just Axel."

He came towards me and I backed up on the bed, he pushed his knee down between my legs, spreading them wider and preventing me from closing them.

I arched my back and tilted my head to allow access for his tongue to caress my own. He moved his lips down my neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking over all of my nerve endings.

He cupped my breast, lightly squeezing my nipple between his two fingers, gradually building the pressure as he placed the other one in his mouth tugging the sensitive pinkness between his lips.

I lay back enjoying the sensation of his skilled mouth and hands. My body felt on fire, sizzling high in the flames. I tingled, I throbbed, I ached. I needed more.

He moved his knee from between my legs, spreading his legs wide on the outer parts of my body and then his strong hands gripped my hip bones firmly.

In a movement too quick to react to he flipped my whole body over so I was face down on the bed and pulled me up so my ass was in the air. My eyes widened as he slapped it, just once.

I could feel the warmth of his length pressing against my behind but he made no attempts to enter me, instead he cupped me from behind.

Trailing two of his fingers up and down my centre, dipping in occasionally to spread the wetness. I looked back at him over my shoulder but he was looking down, mesmerised by the sight of my body.

"Harper, I've wanted to do this to you since the first day I met you." He circled two fingers around my entrance, teasing it slowly. My breathing hitched & I started rocking on his fingers, forcing them to enter me deep and slow.

As he brushed against my g-spot I began to quiver, my knees weakening beneath me but he was strong, strong enough to hold me up with just the grip of his one hand.

"This is so wrong, so tell me, why do I want to feel you cum on my fingers so much? Why do I want to feel you convulse on my damn dick? Why do I want to stick my tongue inside of you and know what you taste like?"

I moaned.

He held me steady and I glanced back at him from over my shoulder. He looked down at his own dick to make sure he was doing it right, guiding it very slowly into me, joining our two bodies in the most amazing way.

I closed my eyes, gasping as I felt him fill me. One hand on my hips held me to him, the other one roamed every square inch of my body, cupping my breasts, rubbing my clit in circles as he deeply pushed himself in and out of my body.

He grunted sexually and gripped me tighter.

It was a building of pleasure like I had never experienced before and I was convinced I would eventually combust, sending small particles of myself up into space with the stars - no rocket necessary.

He was hitting my pleasure spot from two different angles and it was electrifying.

My body clenched around him gripping so tightly, screaming for a release. A rush of emotions flooded my existence and I held myself stiff as his thrusts got deeper and faster. Seductive sounds fell all around us from deep in his throat and soon my own followed, loud enough to knock down the walls.

He pulled on my hair and automatically my body followed, raising upwards until I was sitting on his knee, my back against his front, him still fully inside of me.

"Move." He whispered into my ear, brushing against my lobe. He lifted my body up and down using my hips like I was completely weightless.

Everything felt wetter between us, him mixed with me. It poured out, staining the bed sheets with a wet patch that neither of us could care about. He pulled my hair back and my head fell backwards, resting on his shoulder.

As his hands grabbed the fullness of my breasts he lowered his mouth down on mine. This time tasting a little less like pear drops but yet somehow the taste still lingered in the background. My second climax was quicker than my first but equally as powerful.

It rushed through me, claiming my body as my sexual cries rippled through the walls.

"Holy shit Harper." His eyes fluttered and he looked so god damn sexy as he slammed into me, paused somewhere deep and moaned into my ear. "That was fucking amazing, I never imagined it to be that good."

I climbed off of him and fell down onto the bed, breathing rapidly. He collapsed right next to me, his body shining with sweat like someone had rubbed oil into his skin.

We basked in silence and I wondered if he was filled with regret. I turned to face him, his chest bounced up and down with his breathing.

"You taste like pear drops." I pointed out. He turned to face me and gave me a shy smile, then bit down on his lip so his smile didn't grow any bigger.

"I always keep them in my pocket, pop one into my mouth when nobody is watching and suck it until it disappears." He shuffled closer to me, throwing his arm around me and pulling my body into his. I melted, cocooned safely in his protective arms.

"That was a workout for you, you're so strong. The way you lifted my body up and down, Jesus." his expertise fully surpassed my expectations.

That was unlike anything that I have ever experienced and I was solely putting his talents down to how athletic his body is.

"You were loud, I hope we weren't heard. The shed walls are only thin." I burst out laughing, so did he. But then his laughter stopped and he pulled back to look at me with seriousness. "You didn't... fake it, did you?"

"Seriously? I'm not that great of an actress." I trailed my fingers on the lines of his tattoo, drawing it out myself.

"Cause I've never done that before." I paused my finger drawing and looked at him. His whole posture was relaxed and sated, a complete contrast to the Lieutenant front he normally wears.

"What do you mean?"

"I grew up military Harper, disconnected from forming relationships and bonds with people. What do you think that means?"

"I think it means I've been getting my ass handed to me by a twenty two year old virgin." I paused.

"Jesus, I think it means I just deflowered a twenty two year old virgin." He laughed genuinely and I cuddled closer.

"How were you so good?"

"I've had a long time to fantasise. You're not going to go give your roommates a play-by-play of what happened between us, are you?"

My lips quipped up into a smile.

If I told them they would definitely want to know details, down to how many veins he had in his penis.

"I thought I couldn't tell anyone." I teased.

"I would really rather you didn't. But I made this choice, I lost control. It had been building within me every time I was around you and I couldn't fight it anymore. I can't ask you to keep that to yourself just because I messed up. I am prepared to suffer the consequences of my actions."

I stretched out the full length of his comfortable bed and yawned. "You're so dramatic." I pointed out. "I'm not going to tell anyone, now did you mention something about pizza with pepperoni and extra cheese? Because honestly it's all I could think about when you had me bent over."

He shoved my shoulder playfully and tutted with his tongue. I laughed at his fake annoyance and stood up to get one of his clean, dry T-shirt's from his drawer. He watched my every move from his bed, the sheets gathering just below his waist.

He was the definition of attractive and now that I had a taste of him I secretly wanted to make him mine.