Chapter 54 Fucking my husband's driver: betrayal from a partner
POV: Benjamin (Jalen)
I dragged my thumb across his lower lip. “Open.”
He obliged and I slid two fingers inside, pressed down on his tongue until his eyes watered.
He didn’t flinch, he just held my gaze, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. The heat of his mouth made my own dick throb, aching behind my fly.
“Good,” I muttered, pulling my wet fingers free. “Stand up.”
He rose awkwardly with his hands bound, and I turned him over, pushed him chest-first against the wall beside my locker.
The cold cinderblock made him hiss. I kicked his feet wider, then leaned in, mouth at his ear.
“The safe word is red,” I said. “You use it, everything stops. No questions, no shame. Got it?”
“Yes, Staff Sergeant,” he breathed, the title deliberate.
I bit the junction of his neck and shoulder hard enough to bruise, felt him shudder.
My hands went to his trousers, popped the button, and dragged the zipper down.
I shoved them to mid-thigh along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang out, flushed and wet-tipped. I wrapped my hand around it once, just to feel him jerk, then let go.
“Stay.”
I stepped back, stripped fast…boots, socks, trousers, shirt, until I was naked with just my dog tags on.
The air was cool on my skin, raising gooseflesh. Leo’s eyes tracked every inch, hungry.
I grabbed the lube and a condom from the small lockbox under my rack and yeah, I had been hopeful and tossed them on the thin mattress.
Then I unhooked the spare PT belt from the wall peg. Olive drab, thick nylon. I snapped it once between my hands; the sound cracked through the room.
Leo’s breath hitched.
I moved behind him again, looped the PT belt around his throat like a loose collar, not tight just enough for him to feel it when he swallowed. I hooked two fingers under it and tugged.
“You move when I say. You come when I say. Clear?”
“Clear,” he rasped.
I kicked his feet wider still, until he was almost on tiptoe. Then I dropped to my knees behind him.
He smelled like barracks soap and clean sweat and something strange that I couldn't picture.
I spread him open with both thumbs, watched his hole clench and release under the red light.
I spat once, deliberately, let it land right there, then leaned in and licked a slow stripe over him.
Leo’s moan was punched-out and desperate. I did it again, slower, circling the rim until his thighs shook.
Then I pressed my tongue inside and pushed back hard, greedily. I pulled off and slapped his ass…sharp, open-palmed.
“Still.”
He froze.
I worked him open like that for what felt like forever, tongue, one finger, then two, scissoring and crooking until I found the spot that made him choke on air.
Every time he got close, I would stop, wait till he settled, then started again.
By the time I added a third finger he was dripping sweat, his forehead pressed to the wall, wrists straining against my belt.
“Please,” he finally whispered, so quiet I almost missed it.
“Please what?”
“Please, Benjamin… Jalen. I need you inside me.”
I stood, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and rolled the condom on.
Slicked myself generously, too much was never enough the first time. Then I gripped the PT belt like reins and lined up.
I pushed in slowly. The head popped past the ring of muscle and Leo exhaled a broken sound, half relief and half pain.
I paused and let him breathe, let him adjust. His back was a tense bow under my chest.
“You good?”
He nodded frantically. “More.”
I gave him more, steady and relentless until my hips met his ass and he was stuffed full.
The heat of him around me was almost too much.
I stayed buried, reached around, and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was leaking like a faucet, wetting my palm.
Then I started to move.
Slow drags at first, making sure I move in deeply that he gasped.
The PT belt kept him right where I wanted him. Every thrust nudged the breath from his lungs, every withdrawal made him whine.
I set a rhythm, the slap of skin loud in the tiny room.
“Look at you,” I growled in his ear.
“Taking my cock like you were made for it. All that big talk in formation and now you can’t even speak.”
He tried to call my name cracked in half on his tongue as I sped up, fucking him hard enough that his boots scraped the floor.
I jerked him in time with my thrusts, thumb swiping over the head on every upstroke.
His orgasm hit suddenly and hard, he clenched around me, his cock pulsing in my hand, coming striping the wall and my fingers.
The sight of it made me bury myself deep and came with his name in my mouth and my vision whiting out.
We stayed locked together, panting. I eased out carefully, tied off the condom and dropped it in the trash can under my desk.
Then I unbuckled the belt from his wrists, rubbed the faint marks, kissed the red line across his throat where the PT belt had been.
Leo turned in my arms, legs shaky, and kissed me slowly.
When we broke apart his eyes were filled with emotions I couldn't explain.
“Bed,” I said, voice hoarse.
He laughed, breathless. “Yours is barely big enough for one.”
“We’ll manage.”
I pulled him down onto the narrow rack with me, dragged the wool blanket over us both.
He curled into my side, his head on my chest, fingers tracing the scar on my ribs from a training accident two years ago.
Outside, somewhere down the hall, a door slammed.
Voices echoed, late-night joes heading to the latrine.
Inside, there was only the sound of our breathing leveling out, the faint metallic clink of dog tags when I moved.
Leo’s voice was small in the dark. “We’re so fucked if anyone finds out.”
I pressed my lips to his temple. “Then we don’t get caught.”
Leo stood up and left for the bathroom, while I wanted to close my eyes, Leo's phone flashed and it was a message from Tariq.
Tariq my driver…
“Is he cheating on me with my driver Tariq?” I was already jealous and possessive.