To Love a Soldier by Sophie Monroe Page A

motherfucker down, babe. I know I’d end up getting arrested, but I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.”
    “You have to, Brady,” I pleaded. “You’re right; you’ll be the one who goes to jail and it’s not worth it. He’ll get his.”
    “I know. I just hope something happens to him sooner rather than later. I feel like such a pussy not doing anything about what he did to you.” He walked away from the window and took a seat next to me, picking up his plate.
    “You’re not a pussy. You’re just not stupid. Let’s just eat and forget about it for now.”
    He agreed. Stalling for time, I turned on the TV and started flipping through channels. Brady spun some noodles around on his fork and then stuck a piece of chicken with it. He took the first bite and started chewing. I noticed his chewing got slower. He had a look on his face like he had just eaten a lemon and spit the food out onto his plate.
    “Fuck, Liz!” He said in between spitting on the plate. “How old is this?”
    “It’s not that old,” I lied. Shit, that’s right! I got Chinese takeout about three weeks ago . Whoopsie! “It must be bad chicken or something,” I tried to cover. “I’ll make us something else.”
    I grabbed both our plates and tossed the leftovers into the garbage. I didn’t have much food, but I managed to find a box of macaroni and cheese, so I grabbed a pot and started to boil some water.
    “Watch some TV and I’ll bring out dinner in a few,” I yelled from the kitchen.
    It took about 15 minutes to throw dinner together. I scooped some in our bowls, tossed a fork on top, and headed back to the living room. Brady was waiting patiently.
    “Sorry, baby,” I said, handing him the plate.
    “No worries.” He smiled. “It would take a lot more than food poisoning to get rid of me.”
    We finished eating and snuggled on the couch, watching shows as the night grew late. I’d had a long day and was exhausted, but I wanted to end it right. My head had been resting on Brady’s chest for the last 30 minutes. I was taking in his cologne, making me hotter by the minute.
    “You’re staying over tonight,” I told him , as I started rubbing his thigh on the outside of his pants.
    “I’d like that,” he said, not taking his eyes off the TV. Okay, maybe he’s not getting it. I’ll have to make it clearer. I moved my hand over his package and started gently rubbing and squeezing.
    Tilting my head, I slowly began running my tongue up his neck toward his ear. His eyes rolled back as he leaned his head on the back of the couch. Unbuttoning his pants, I pulled the zipper of his jeans down, making my intentions clear. I slid my fingers into his belt loops and tugged at his pants to get them off. He gladly rose to help me pull them the rest of the way off. His cock was already starting to harden, begging for my touch. Sliding my fingers up his shirt, I exposed his six-pack and ran my tongue down his stomach until I reached the tip of his erection.
    Taking him in my mouth greedily, I started bobbing my head in an up and down motion, using my hand to gently caress his sac. He let out a moan, remaining still, letting me take control. Working my mouth down to the base, I stayed there for several seconds before coming up. I could feel my panties getting wetter by the second. I need him, now!
    I ran over to my purse and grabbed a condom. He tried to get up, but I pushed him back down and unwrapped the condom, placing it next to him. Giving him a few more up and downs before quickly removing my clothes, I slid the condom firmly in place and put my hands on his shoulders, straddling him with my nipples in perfect position for his mouth. Leaning his head forward, he took one in his mouth and began sucking lightly.
    Lining him up with my entrance, I slid down his length in a slow, steady motion until I reached the base. We both let out a moan, and I picked up the pace as I started riding him. He took my breasts in his