Page 3 of Life In General

“No towels.” The short grunting words are back. He takes a step toward me with every word. “No laundry. No clothes. Get them off . . . now.”

“Very caveman of you,” I tease as I kick off my shoes.

“You take the rest off or I’ll rip everything off and you won’t need to wash them anymore because they’ll just go straight in the trash.” I think that’s the longest sentence he’s said to me all night.

“Bossy.” My shirt goes flying somewhere toward the kitchen. “I like it.” Next off, my shorts land on top of my shoes with a soft clunk.

Playing with the lacy elastic band of my panties, I look down and see the main attraction for the first time. If it wasn’t right there in front of me, I wouldn’t believe it. He’s packing a weapon down there, and I want it.

I’m so distracted, I almost miss his next words. “They don’t call me General for nothing.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask as I push down the scrap of lace material and kick it off before reaching back to unhook my bra. “I sense a story there.”

“Maybe I’ll tell you some other time,” he growls as his boxer briefs disappear with one yank. No kidding—he pulled them off of himself with one tug. The seams ripped and, poof, they’re gone.

Still in the middle of my open kitchen-slash-living room, we’re both naked as the days we were born, birthday suits on full proud display. Neither of us are ashamed, but just standing here is a giant waste of time in my opinion. So, taking things into my own hands, literally and figuratively, I launch myself at General. And being the quick-thinking, fast-moving man I’m learning him to be, he catches me with both hands.

My legs wrap around his waist as I attach myself to every inch of his body that I can reach. I end up knocking his hat off, revealing a short buzz cut hairdo, and I rub my hands over the soft spikiness of the back of his head. Meanwhile, our lips are sealed to one another’s in a fight of teeth and tongue, our kisses wild and almost out of control.

I feel myself moving backward, unaware of where we’re going until we start to fall and land atop my queen-sized bed in a pile of wandering limbs. While I keep reaching and touching General, he does the same to me.

One of his hands settles next to my head, holding himself up, while the other settles between us, his fingers roughly yet somehow gently sliding through my folds. General very quickly finds my clit, pinching it, teasing me some more. “Fuck, you’re wet for me.”

Before I can utter a single word in agreement, his fingers are thrusting inside me and I’m hurdling toward the hardest and fastest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I’m numb and vibrating all at once.

“Now that I know what you sound like when you come, let’s kick things up a notch.”

General flips us over and positions us, or more accurately manhandles me, into the position he wants. I can do nothing but move to where he puts me until I’m straddling his lap and his very impressive cock is nudging my folds.

Ready to join in on the fun he’s obviously having, I brace my hands against his solid chest of sculpted muscles and rock my hips to get him where I want him—inside me. When I feel the head hit the right spot, I start my descent. And, boy, is it a long one.

I start to lose my vision. I’m not even kidding. My periphery starts to go gray as the intense pressure stretching me turns into the greatest pleasure of my entire life. It’s so strong, I have to remember to breathe, otherwise I know I’ll pass out.

One giant inhale brings me back to the land of the living.

“Holy! Fuck!” I scream. Yes, I scream. No exaggeration. Full on, crazy, unbelievable porn video-it can’t be real, but if it’s anything like this, it has to be real some of the time-scream. If he was worried about bothering my imaginary roommates, he obviously has no care now if we’re bothering the neighbors. I don’t care if people down the block hear me. This is heaven on Earth, and I wouldn’t stop even if there was a tornado siren.

“You like that?” General asks as he thrusts up for the first time.

“Yes,” I moan on my next rock down.

“Goddamn, you’re tight.”

This is more than just sex. This is skin-slapping, animal grunting, moaning, hands-grabbing, hair-pulling aggression. It’s animalistic. Fan-fucking-tastic. Hands down, the best sex of my life.

I feel the start of another life-altering orgasm as General and his solider are still very much at attention below me, but before I get too close, I’m flipped over one more time.

“Hold on tight, cherry,” he says as his lips graze my ear. “It’s time for you to scream my name.”

And, boy, do I ever. It starts out as a chant, his name leaving my lips over and over, each time a little bit louder than the last. As he makes it his mission to push us deeper and deeper into the mattress, I get closer and closer to that orgasm. So, when it finally hits, we both come hard, and I announce to the whole town what his name is.

When I’m finally able to catch my first full breath, I can no longer fight the gray overtaking my vision and am out cold.

CHAPTER THREE

GENERAL

MARCH