No Resistance

WARNING YOU RIGHT NOW- NSFW. GET A FUCKING DRINK OKAY?! DON'T BLAME ME FOR DEHYDRATION AND PASSING OUT!!!

Looking up from the book you are reading. You see a message scroll across your tablet. Your tongue sweeps across your lips. Kyle.

• you on base?
• in my quarters

No other message was received. With a sign, your attention reverts back to your book. After a few minutes of staring blankly at the words in front of you, you sigh again and give up trying to concentrate.

Kyle Reese was pretty much the Rockstar of the mission. If the world hadn't turned to shit, Kyle would be the bachelor playboy every female in the world wanted. Then again, he kind of already was. His chiseled physique, clear ocean blue eyes, pure hearted smile and overall sex appeal made him deliciously desired. Everyone knew of his role as John Connor's second in command but you're the one lucky one who knew his deepest, darkest secrets, fears and dreams. This whole "Save the world by saving Sarah Connor" thing took a toll on him. As much as he wanted all this to end, he didn't know if he could walk away from the only life he knew. How could he just get up and time travel to a place he never knew? How could he leave you?

A uniformed Kyle walked into your quarters knowing the pass code. His bright eyes were dark and tired, looking like he hadn't slept in ages. Standing up, you make your way to the door clad in his TECHCOM t-shirt. You felt his eyes burn into you. Silently, you bring your hand to his face, gently caressing his lightly stubbled jaw with your fingertips. You felt it clench at your touch, his eyes were on yours.

"Let's go to bed.." You whisper, dropping your hand down to his and lead him to the bedroom.

Kyle slapped his hand to the cold metal plate on the wall to light the dark room. He closes the door despite you two being the only ones there. It just felt more private that way. Once you have removed his uniform jacket, you toss it to the chair in the corner, Kyle pulling off his tight black t-shirt and tossing it to the chair as well. While he sits on the bed unlacing his boots, you sway across the room lighting candles. The light, warm dim light, brought out the contours of Kyle's cheekbones and jawline.

You watch his muscles contract and relax as he removes his boots, placing them against the wall by the door. His pants hang low on his hips. His body drove you crazy. He's not a small guy by any means. His size, height and muscle mass, turned you on beyond belief. Everything about Kyle was big, especially those arms he wrapped you in. They surround you like a boa constrictor suffocating it's prey. You loved being Kyle's prey.

Pulling your tiny body against his, he licks his lips. Those big, calloused hands slowly drift up the back of your thighs making you shiver and lick your lips up at him in return.

"You're skin is so soft.. all day, you were the only thing on my mind. Your voice, your sweet lips, your body against me." Kyle whispers, his mouth to your ear, his warm breath teasing your skin.

Aching to touch him, you run your hands over every inch of his delectable torso starting at his biceps and stopping at the waist of his pants. You tease him in retaliation by dragging your nails down and across his hips.

"Mmm maybe you should concentrate on more important things like not getting killed. " A chuckle emits from your throat making Kyle smirk.

With s swift flick of your hand, he is unbuttoned and unzipped quickly. Your smirk matches his as you push his pants past his hips, pooling at his feet, leaving him in black boxer briefs. Just how he stands there is complete torture. It's as if his boxer briefs are part of his skin, molded around his thick, rock hard thighs. You just stay silent letting your actions speak for you, dropping slowly to your knees, your hands roaming lower down his body. One hand methodically strokes his thigh as the other glides over the best part and your favorite part of Kyle. Gripping him gently but teasingly at his balls, you feel him completely hard for you under your hand, dragging your fingers over his length still encased in the fabric. Bringing your lips to his body, you place small, chaste, teasing kisses to his hips and across his pelvis. His hands find your hair, sliding his fingers into it, trying to guide your movements, You simply shake your head telling him that you're in charge. You snake your tongue over his hot skin, tasting him and closing a kiss to it. Kyle's moans bring a smirk to your lips still on his hips, slowly moving over his boxers. You look up at his lust glazed eyes and kiss over his cock, gently nipping at it. You know Kyle is struggling to keep his composure. He's desperately needing to be in your mouth, your beautiful lips wrapped around him, working him in the way only you can. Your hand still massages his balls, your eyes not leaving Kyle's.

"Y/N, fuck baby, don't tease me." Kyle begs deeply, licking his lips again. If Kyle begging you wasn't enough, his deep voice and begging increased the wetness you felt between your legs. With that, you pull his boxers down, letting them drop to his pants. Kyle's impressive size springs from its restraint up to your wet, eager mouth. "Keep looking at me.."

Soon, you find yourself digging your nails into Kyle's thighs as he thrust deep down your throat, gripping your hair. His head is thrown back, sharp inhales and deep moans coming from him. It was Kyle's turn to tease. No matter how tightly you squeeze your thighs together, nothing suppresses the ache deep inside you for Kyle. You're starting to squirm. You needed him and you needed him right fucking now. You give him a slight push, telling him to stop which he abides by. Standing up, you peel off the shirt you're wearing, the only thing you were wearing. Bending over the bed, you snake your hand between your legs and over your pink, swollen clit that glistened with the juices you were slicking yourself up with. The look you gave Kyle over your shoulder did it for him. He needed to taste your hot, sweet core. With a swift smack to your ass, Kyle bends down, spreading you open and licks you from bottom to top.

"Fuck.." you squeak out with a moan, reaching back to slide your fingers into his short curls. No one lapped at you like Kyle did. He knew just where to lick and tease that would bring you completely over the edge. The sound of his muffled moans plus his mouth against the most sensitive part of your body was making you drip even more as if that was possible. "Keep it up and I'm going to cum all over your mouth."

Kyle slowly pulled away, standing up and placing himself at your entrance, slapping the head of his cock against your extra sensitive clit. By now, you were the one begging. You craved for him to slide deep into you and spread you open. He read your mind and did just that, thrusting slowly but building up his pace. No matter how many times he fucked you, you were still so tight around him; it was delicious but sometimes so torturous. How you loved those moans of his. He brings your arms behind your back, holding both wrists together in one large hand, his other goes to the back of your neck, starting to plow into you mercilessly. That was your undoing, your end, your pleasure. Once Kyle felt you throb around him, starting to unravel, his end was coming. Just the feel of your body react to him was enough to make him cum and you wanted it. You needed it. You begged for it. Even without verbalizing it, he knew. You wondered how the drops of his sweat hitting your skin didn't evaporate immediately because your skin felt that hot.

With a deep growl and thrust, Kyle released inside you. HIs grip was tight on you and held you where you were, not wanting to break any contact. You shudder feeling him spill inside you, coating your core. Kyle pants still inside you, pulling your back against his chest. Those big, strong arms swallow you completely. Both of your bodies were sweaty but neither of you cared. All you cared about was having Kyle near you. You never wanted him to let go.