batter up

truth hurts

You woke up pissed, throwing on your blouse and some slacks. Aldo had said to be downstairs around noon lunchtime, and you were so angry you weren't even hungry. You weren't 'just one of his girls' but he leaves in the morning? How ironic. Hugo noticed how mad you were, you wouldn't even look in Donny's direction. "What happened?" You sipped on some cool water, looking at the sandwich in front of you. "Don't wanna talk about it." Hugo knew better than to press you further, and Aldo arrived. "We're heading to a more secure place." 

The entire team headed to the cellar, and Aldo wasn't looking too thrilled. "Lt Hicox and I talked, and we'll be meeting with a so-called German spy to give us more information. There will be a premiere in the next three weeks. Until then, we'll be conducting surveillance and laying low. Don't go out anywhere alone, and for fuck's sake don't draw no goddamn attention to yourselves." He paused, sitting down. Hicox entered the room, and you propped your chin on your hand. He was handsome, a British guy. Introduced himself, film critic before the war. "I'll need two German born, German speaking members to go with me. Do we have any?" Aldo motioned to Wicki and Hugo. "Hugo's from Germany, Wicki's from Munich. Good enough for ya?" The other Lt nodded, and locked eyes with you. He gave a small smirk, and walked out of the room. 

Maybe sleeping with Donny had changed your luck, maybe now your fountain would never run dry again. You thought you had lost your touch for a while, but it seemed not! Lt Raine dismissed you, and you all began to walk out. Hugo gently grabbed your shoulder. "You seemed off, talk to me." You groaned, pulling him to a cafe in the hotel. You explained, very quietly, that you had slept with Donny. How he treated you, and then when you woke up he was gone. Hugo scoffed, taking a puff of his cigarette. "What a shitbag of a man." You sipped the milk, looking at the pastry in front of you. "Yeah." You took a bite, this being the first meal you'd had all day. Hugo looked at you, and shook his head. "It's bad luck to hook up with your teammates." You huffed, stabbing the pastry. Salt in the wound. "Yeah asshole, I'm aware. He was the only guy at the USO dance who wasn't married, and remotely interested." Hugo laughed and shook his head, leaning back in the booth. 

"You think he's the only guy on the team that likes you? Please. You should hear all the disgusting things Hirschberg says behind your back. " You rolled your eyes. "That's Hirschberg though." You had finished your pastry, deciding to go on a walk with Hugo in the hotel. "There's more than just Hirschberg. You know, Ulmer too. I believe Utivich likes men, and Wicki is my best friend so I'd never tell." Omar liked you too? You had known them for a couple months, in their most vulnerable states. You patched many wounds, so was it really surprising? The others were married, so hopefully they'd only like their wives. 

Hours passed by, and you were sitting in the lobby, listening to the record player and puffing on a cigarette. The funniest thing happened, while you sat in the lobby, Donny passed by with a broad on his arm. She was drunk, he was drunk too. They breezed past, but you and Donny made brief eye contact. Something tightened in your chest, and you felt angry. You took a long drag of your cigarette, wishing you had a glass of something in your hand right now. Someone sat beside you, you turned your head to see Omar. 

"What do you want?" You weren't in a good mood after seeing that, considering he was with you the night before. You could hear him clear his throat. "I wanted to tell you how pretty you looked the other day. At the dance. Y'know, I've liked you for a pretty long time." 

Here it was, one of Donny's closest friends aside from you, confessing his feelings. God, you felt powerful. You were in control of the situation. "You know what Omar? Let's give it a chance. Go to my room, right now." You could basically feel him let out a breath he had been holding, and put out the cigarette on the ashtray. Donny was just a fling, he meant nothing, you tried to convince yourself. You turned, facing him. He gently took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles. You giggled, he was a sweetheart that was for sure. You grabbed his collar, kissing him. He was eager, the pretty boy slid a hand around your waist. You weren't sure how long you'd been making out on the couch, but it was at least twenty minutes. Omar took things slow, and was very polite with his hand movements. You were in no rush to head to bed, and actually wanted to give him a chance. 

Another ten minutes passed before you heard the sound of two footsteps approaching. You both pulled away, and you laughed, red lipstick smeared across his lips. The two people were Donny and the girl, they had obviously just got done having sex. He walked her to the door, waving her off. Omar's hand rested on your hand, and you moved it to your thigh. Donny noticed the two of you on the couch, and raised his eyebrow. "Hey guys. How you doing on this fine night?" His hair was ruffled, it looked like he had just finished, and was just trying to usher the girl out. He noticed Omar's hand, and his eyes darted to yours. 

"You guys need some privacy?" You stood, grabbing his hand. "Yeah, actually." With that, you led him to your room. Housekeeping had changed the sheets from last time, and you both sat down. 

"Sorry about that Omar." He shook his hand, putting a hand up. "I understand. Donny is a jackass, isn't he?" You nodded, and he began to kiss you again. He was gentle, but you placed a hand on your ass to let him know you wanted more. He took the hint, pulling you up to straddle him. He must've been an ass man, the way he grabbed and spanked. Donny's room was close to yours, so you were sure to give him a show.

God, why were you even thinking about that right now? You began to strip, Omar kissed from your neck, to your bellybutton, down to your thighs. If there was one thing he was good at beside killing Nazis, it was eating pussy. 

He made you cum back to back, legs shaking harder than the last. His tongue twisted on your clit, and he made you sit on his face. The tongue finger combo made you lose sight for a minute, the only word you could say was his name. He was so sweet and gentle with you, touching you like you were made of glass. Your body was shaking, your upper half was almost convulsing as he pulled away, coming behind you to cuddle you as you came down from your high. "Omar, oh my god." Your voice was hoarse from screaming his name. His fingers trailed down from your cheek to the curve of your breast, his thumb circling your nipple. "That's just my fingers and tongue, imagine what I'm really capable of." God, you'd need a break before that. He held you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and tracing your outline with his fingers. You couldn't stop thinking of showering with Donny. 

Donny had cared for you so tenderly, soaping you up and massaging your scalp with the shampoo. The care in his eyes looking down. How he dried you off, and carried you back to the bed. He didn't want you to lift a finger. The look of pure endearment when he watched you fall asleep. You shook your head of the memory, feeling Omar's heartbeat against your back snapped you back to him. 

"Omar, I want you to fuck me so rough I won't remember my own name." He seemed taken back, but obliged. "Whatever you want, darling." He stripped himself of his clothes, pulling you down to the edge of the bed using your legs. He kissed you, sliding in. He was more girthy than long, stretching you out in the best way. He grunted, and started off with painfully slow strokes. After feeling that you were well adjusted, his fingers wrapped around your throat, and he smirked at you. God, he was about to wreck you. 

The pace was grueling, making you scream his name, begging him to go deeper and brush that special spot. His thumb began twirling your clit, and you swore you started crying from how good it felt. This caused him to slow, and ask if you were alright. You demanded he fuck you harder, babbling incoherently about how good it felt. 

You left your end coming, your fingers slicing at his back and screaming his name so loud that your throat hurt. You were cumming, clenching around his dick and he pulled out, replacing his cock with his fingers and drinking up your release. Your body was still shaking as he pulled you into his arms, catching your breath. You felt like you had just ran a marathon. Omar pressed a kiss on your forehead, rubbing circles on your hips as you fell asleep. 

You woke up the next morning, relieved to hear snoring. Omar's arm was still draped around you. His breath was tickling your ear, and he stirred, eyes opening realizing you were up. "Morning gorgeous."