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  Bad Conduct

  ISBN # 978-0-85715-127-8

  ©Copyright Ashley Ladd 2010

  Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright April 2010

  Edited by Michele Paulin

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2010 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom

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  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  BAD CONDUCT

  Ashley Ladd

  Dedication

  To all the active and former military personnel, especially to all the friends I made during my tour of active duty in the Air Force.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Army: Department of the Army, Federal Agency Of The United States Government United States

  Casablanca: Casablanca Record and Filmworks Inc

  Jack LaLanne: Befit Enterprises CORPORATION

  Jerry Springer: Multimedia Entertainment, Inc.

  Kama Sutra: Kamsut, Inc.

  My Space: MySpace, Inc.

  Star Trek-Mr. Spock: CBS Studios Inc.

  Twitter: Twitter, Inc.

  Chapter One

  Captain Tyler Gibson shivered from anticipation. Or was it a first class case of nerves?

  Before turning on his webcam, he double-checked that his door was locked and his curtains tightly shut. Although no one should barge in on a captain’s private quarters, one never knew, and he couldn’t afford to be caught.

  “You should stop this madness before you get busted, idiot,” he murmured under his breath.

  Yet, the book lured and cajoled him to practice its magic. Of all times to read the Kama Sutra, on a lonely deployment to Iraq probably wasn’t the best. He ached to touch his lover, Bianca, and to be touched by her.

  He couldn’t wait to go stateside, to make Bianca his bride. He should have done it before shipping out to Iraq. If not for her concerns about their sometimes third lover, Brendan, he would have.

  The book laid propped open where he could refer to it. The rest of the room was neat, ready for inspection. Hospital corners made the blanket taut on his bed. It wouldn’t stay that way once he began pleasuring himself, pretending it was Bianca’s hands caressing him.

  An instant message signal beeped on the computer, and his heart raced. His gaze bounced to the double monitor sprouting from the steel desk.

  His pulse hammered in his throat. His hands grew clammy so he wiped them down his side. His cock thrummed.

  Bianca… His love.

  He moved to open it, squinted at the screen name and his heart stopped. It was Brendan.

  Chills raced down his spine, and he broke into a cold sweat. He needed to go cold turkey on the man and had tried to do so, but Brendan kept IMing and emailing.

  To Tyler’s shame he was still turned on by the guy. He didn’t have the same type of feelings for Brendan as he did for Bianca, but he still got a hard-on thinking of the man’s hot bod. Why had Bianca given Brendan to him as a Christmas gift, wrapped in a huge red bow and nothing else?

  His breath burned in his throat, and his nostrils flared. He stared at the invitation and his body burned.

  God, but he was in hell.

  His gut clenched, his nerves on the razor’s edge.

  Bianca was due at any moment, and if she got the slightest inkling he was having sex, even cyber sex, with Brendan, he feared what she would do.

  If he answered Brendan’s summons, could he get him off in time? If he didn’t answer, Brendan would keep pinging him. Surely, Bianca would hear. Even if she didn’t, he would know.

  The monitor glowed like a fiend, as deadly as an armed enemy soldier. After inhaling deeply, he lowered himself to the computer chair and typed, “I can’t talk. I have an important online meeting.

  The message came on that Brendan was typing. Then words flashed on the screen. “With who?”

  Shit!

  He was against lying but typed anyway, “My commander. I’ll email you later.”

  “<> Surely you can squeeze in a quickie.” Then a nude live shot of Brendan popped onto Ty’s screen.

  Ty’s breath grew shallow and his fingers itched as Brendan stroked his hard, shiny cock and gazed through the screen with a come hither look.

  A scream strangled in Ty’s throat and he wanted to throttle and fuck the guy all at the same time. Brendan could be such a bitch.

  A very sexy bitch.

  When Brendan licked his lips and thrust his hips forward as if to fuck him, Ty choked. His knees went weak, and his pulse throbbed. His cock went from flaccid to hard in two seconds flat, tenting his boxers.

  “God, no,” Ty whispered as he stared at his traitorous dick. This wasn’t fair to Bianca. Could he really marry her when he was still turned on by a big, juicy cock?

  Angry at Brendan, furious at himself, Ty banged the computer keys, starting with the caps lock. “NO! BYE.” He jabbed the ‘x’ and considered blocking the guy. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t work with Brendan. He’d just use a different email address.

  Not two minutes later, while Ty was still breathing hard and pacing the floor, Bianca buzzed. Frissons of alarm warred with desire. He wondered if he’d be better off staying in Iraq where he was trapped in a fog. As long as he was here, thousands of miles away from Bianca and Brendan, he’d be able to hide his wayward emotions. He could stay in limbo.

  In a cold sweat, losing his erection, Ty leaned over his keyboard and typed to Brendan. “That’s my commander. You’re going to get me court-martialled. Don’t call me. I’ll call you later tonight.”

  “At least you’d be home. In my arms and safe from those nasty enemy soldiers,” Brendan said. “I don’t know that I’ll be here later. I might have a real date.”

  Ty knew the guy was just trying to make him jealous. But he wasn’t. And if he was? So what? He liked the guy, but he wasn’t in love with him like he was with Bianca.

  “Another time, then. Gotta go.” With that, Ty closed the IM to Brendan.

  He took several deep, cleansing breaths and finger-combed his hair. Then he ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. When he saw two bright spots of damning colour in his cheeks, he scowled. “Damn!”

  He stared at himself in the mirror, not liking what he saw and swore to do better by Bianca. If he could risk his life for his country, surely he could sacrifice to make his own fiancée happy.

  When he returned, Bianca was gone and he slammed his fist on the desk. The keyboard skipped to the edge but he caught it before it fell.

  “Still be there,” he muttered. He longed to see her beautiful face, to feel the connecti
on to home and normalcy. Knowing she was there, knowing he was fighting to keep her safe, made his tour of duty in Iraq bearable. His pulse hammered in his neck and his breath came in large gulps. “No no no. You have to still be there.”

  His fingers flew over the keys, and he sent an instant message to her. His gaze strayed to the open book, to a position he longed to try with her when they were together again—man on top, woman on her back but with her legs bent over her head. Since joining the Army he was in the best physical shape of his life, and he’d implored her to work out in his absence so they could try out every position in the Kama Sutra when he got home, no matter how advanced.

  “Answer, sweetheart. I need you.” Thinking about sticking his penis in her tight ass, he grew hard again and so he caressed his cock. God, but he wished it was Bianca’s hands caressing him.

  “I’m here. Where were you?” Bianca answered. She turned on her webcam, and her image popped onto his screen. All she wore was a gossamer, red nightie that barely covered her breasts. The top edge of her areolas peeked over the lacy rim. The creamy slope of her breasts begged to be fondled.

  He almost came but pinched the head of his shaft to stop. He wanted to come with her.

  He licked his lips and stepped back where she could see him. “Um. Yummy. I can almost taste you.”

  “What flavour do you crave today?” She stepped aside to show him flowery bottles of strawberry, vanilla and pineapple.

  “No chocolate?”

  “Would I disappoint you?” She gave a naughty wink and retrieved a bottle of chocolate syrup from just out of the camera’s range. “What would you like me to do with this? Pour it on your hot cock?”

  He wished! He dug into a drawer and pulled out his own bottle of chocolate syrup and held it up for her view. “I can’t wait ‘til you can pour it all over me and lick it all off.”

  “Yum. I can already taste it.”

  “Do a sexy striptease for me, baby. Did you get my gifts?” He ogled her breasts that poked at the frothy gown and he longed to suckle them.

  “You mean the dildo, love beads and vibrators?” She nodded. “They came yesterday…and so did I. Several times.”

  He was disappointed he’d missed seeing it, but he tamped down his frustration. He was scheduled to deploy home soon then he’d fuck her every night and not just in his imagination.

  She turned on an instrumental tune he wasn’t familiar with but that had a sexy beat and began to gyrate to the rhythm. She clung to her chair then ground her hips against it.

  Moans rippled up his throat, and he stroked himself. Annoyed with the confining material, he shucked off his shorts.

  “Ooh, babe. You look so hot, so delectable.” Languorously, she licked her lips. “I long to have you inside me. Pour some chocolate onto your big, hot cock and stroke it for me. Pretend my hands are all over you.”

  He poured a generous amount on his cock and worked it in, but his gaze didn’t leave her. “Now it’s your turn. Pour chocolate on your breasts and rub your nipples between your fingers. Pretend I’m licking and kissing them.”

  “Um. Your lips are heavenly. Bite harder! Ooh, not that hard,” she said as she got into pleasuring herself.

  “Get your toys and rub the vibrator over them, too,” he begged.

  “Anything you say, lover.” She blew him a kiss and sashayed to her stash.

  As she bounced away, he enjoyed watching her cute ass in the diaphanous panties. He couldn’t wait to see her pussy lips, to watch the dildo slide in and out, to pretend he was fucking her good and hard.

  While he waited, he flipped the page and found another position he couldn’t wait to try. It was similar to the last, but he would lie on his back with his knees bent against his chest and she would ride him.

  Fortunately, a moment later she strutted back with the goodies in her hands. A broad smile stretched her ruby red lips and reached her glowing eyes. She waved the toys before him. “I brought all of them. What do you want me to do next, lover?”

  Since he couldn’t do to her what he really longed to, he said, “Peel off those damned panties and let me see your pussy.”

  Laughter bubbled off her lips. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

  Inch by excruciating inch she pushed her panties down her legs. She moved in a circle to give him a view of her pretty ass as well as her mound. When her underwear lay puddled around her ankles, she stepped on one side and pulled them off then she kicked them across the room. She stood gloriously naked before him.

  Panting, barely able to formulate a coherent word, he commanded, “Lie on the bed and spread your legs wide. Spread your pussy lips and rub your clit. Pretend I’m between your legs.”

  “Only if you play with your balls and pretend it’s me. I can’t wait to lick them all over and take your penis in my mouth all the way to the back of my throat.”

  He had to pinch himself again to stop from ejaculating. They’d barely begun, and he didn’t want to shorten their playtime.

  She stretched her legs towards the bedposts and scooted down so that her pussy was on the edge of the bed.

  If he were home, he’d stand at the edge and ram his cock all the way into her pussy. She was so pink and shiny and moist, throbbing for him. He cursed the military for separating them and screwing with their love life. He didn’t know if he could survive his final two weeks here without exploding. The first thing he wanted to do when he got home was to make love to her all day and all night for at least a week home. Maybe a month.

  “Does that feel good?” He loved to watch her squirm and writhe. He wanted to rock her world. “Are you wet?”

  “Super wet.” She pumped her hips off the bed as if they were doing it, as if there were an invisible penis inside her. As she watched him, her lids were hooded and dreamily heavy.

  She licked her lips and murmured her reply in such a low and husky voice he had trouble catching the words. His fever catapulted and his cock was going to explode. “Shove that penis inside you! In and out. Hard! Now!”

  The dildo was already pointed at her pussy, and she pushed it in, hard. She screamed and stroked it in and out and gyrated it around. “Oh yes. Fuck me harder, Ty. Give it to me. All of it.”

  “That’s it, babe. I’m all the way in you, fucking you. You feel so good. So wet and hot.”

  “Ty!” She thrust her hips off the bed, and with the dildo shoved all the way into her pussy, she screamed in ecstasy.

  He came long and hard. His cum squirted onto his stomach and covered his hand. It slathered his cock, but he imagined that it filled her cunt, that they were one.

  * * * *

  Almost two weeks to the day later, Bianca couldn’t wait for Ty to arrive home from Iraq. She chafed at the long wait, wondering if his friends had lost him or if he’d missed his flight. Knowing Brendan, Ty may have been kidnapped.

  She wondered at the wisdom of throwing a surprise ‘coming home’ party for Ty on his first day versus meeting him at the airport all by herself and having a private rendezvous for his first week home. But Brendan had made it clear he wouldn’t stand for that. He was just as anxious to see Ty and seemed to think he had just as much right to him as she did, Ty’s almost wife.

  That stung, and she wished there was some kind of ointment to alleviate the pain. For the thousandth time she reminded herself she was the one who’d invited Brendan into their bed, that she’d given him to Ty as a special Christmas gift a couple of years before, that they had welcomed Brendan as a third partner into their bed on numerous occasions throughout the past couple of years, and she’d loved their threesomes as much as the men. With two huge cocks fucking her at once, maybe she’d enjoyed it the most.

  So why was jealousy, hot and unwelcome, raiding her emotional stores? Why was she a jumbled mess of nerves?

  Why did getting married and ‘settling down’ mean they couldn’t still enjoy the occasional ménage? She loved getting fucked by two big cocks at once, to have two men suckling her nipples at the s
ame time. So why was she feeling so stingy and so worried?

  “Stop it! It’s just nerves at seeing Ty again.” Being able to touch, hold and kiss Ty was far different than merely seeing him on a webcam. What if the chemistry wasn’t there anymore? What if he’d changed?

  Why was she even thinking this?

  With reluctance, she admired Brendan’s apartment, still wishing she’d put her foot down and told him no way! The man should have been a special events coordinator. The place looked like a scene from Casablanca, complete with piano player and palm trees. Brendan himself looked dapper and sexy as hell. If she wasn’t miffed, and if she wasn’t aching to be in Ty’s arms, she’d drag the handsome devil into a threesome with Ty.

  Unfortunately, she feared he was prettier than her tonight in his splendid tux and tails, with kohl making his eyes dark and dangerous. Brendan was one of the beautiful people who didn’t need all that, but with it he looked too surreal for words. In comparison, she looked dowdy in a yellow sundress splattered with tiny flowers. She’d get Brendan later for not warning her this was a fancy dress gala and for butting into Ty’s homecoming.

  Her friend Cecilie, also casually dressed in khaki capris and a hooded T-shirt, handed her an apple martini then stretched out in the lounger beside her. She took a sip of her drink before drawling, “Lover boy should be here soon. You look calm, cool and collected. I give you props. I’d be pulling out my hair.”

  A mirthless chuckle escaped Bianca’s lips. “I’m a nervous wreck. Can’t you hear my knees knocking? What if I don’t turn him on anymore? What if something happened to him over there he didn’t tell me about?”

  Cecilie snorted. “I think he’d tell you if anything important was missing.”

  Again Bianca eyed Brendan as she ignored her friend’s ribald comment and couldn’t help but notice how so many of his gay friends ogled him as if he was a piece of double chocolate cake. Just once, she’d like to get that reaction from men, to be the extra rich chocolate ice cream instead of ho-hum vanilla. She’d settle, however, for being Ty’s showstopper.