Smash (R-18)

In the dimly lit medical tent, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and the cries of the wounded, Lorenzo's world narrowed to the woman in front of him.

Mica, the nurse who had been taking care of him for days now.

Lorenzo's lips crashed against hers, urgent and desperate, as if each touch might be their last. Mica moaned into the kiss, her body arching towards his, her nurse's uniform unable to conceal the curves he ached to explore. Her arms wound around his neck, fingers tangling in the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer still.

Their tongues danced together, a frantic waltz to the tune of Mica's pounding heart, as they tasted every inch of each other's mouths. Mica's breath hitched as Lorenzo's hand slid down her back, resting on her hip, squeezing the softness through the fabric of her dress. Heat pooled between her thighs, and she knew she wanted more.

Breaking the kiss, Mica's eyes met Lorenzo's, her heart pounding in a heady mix of nervousness and excitement. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Colonel… this isn't right…"

Lorenzo's fingers gently caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing against her soft lips. "It's okay," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Just think of it as… you're taking care of a good soldier. Helping me… escape the war for a while." His words were laced with a hint of pain, but Mica couldn't know that it was feigned.

Mica's expression softened, her eyes filling with a bit of pity. She had seen the toll the war had taken on so many of the men under her care. She couldn't bear to add to their burdens. Slowly, she placed her hand on his cheek, her fingers trailing over his strong jawline. "Alright," she breathed, her resolve crumbling. "For your sanity, not mine."

Lorenzo's grin widened into a mischievous smile, one that made her heart race even more. "Thank you, nurse Mica," he purred, leaning in to trail feather-light kisses down her neck.

Mica's hand rested on Lorenzo's cheek, her fingers trembling as she tried to convince herself this was for his well-being. His lips continued their torturous path down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She bit her lower lip, trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape her lips.

Mica's cheeks flushed as she confessed, "I have a fiancé back home, you know..."

Lorenzo chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. "But do you love him?"

Mica hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor. "No..." she finally admitted, her voice barely audible.

Lorenzo's grin widened, and he gently cupped her right breast through her uniform, his touch sending electric shocks through her body. "Then, Nurse Mica," he purred, "I'm in desperate need of your... attention."

Mica's heart raced, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards this man. As a nurse, it was her duty to help those in need, even if it meant bending the rules. "Well, as a nurse," she said, her voice shaky, "I am obliged to help."

She placed her hand over his, their fingers intertwining as they explored her body together. Her breath hitched as he guided her hand lower, to the growing bulge in his pants.

Mica began to move her hand in a slow, rhythmic motion, mimicking the motions he had shown her. Lorenzo's breath hitched, and his eyes closed in pleasure. Encouraged by his reaction, she grew bolder, her movements becoming more confident, more insistent.

"That's it," he breathed, his voice ragged. "Just like that."

Mica's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't deny the thrill coursing through her veins as she tended to his needs. This was wrong on so many levels, but at that moment, none of it mattered. All that existed was the two of them, their bodies entwined in this secret dance.

Lorenzo's other hand reached up to cup her face, gently turning her head to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked, and Mica saw the hunger in his, the need that mirrored her own. Slowly, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with a hunger that matched her own.

Their hands continued to explore each other's bodies, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them and the forbidden passion they shared.

Lorenzo's hand slid under her uniform, caressing her bare skin, and Mica moaned into his mouth. Her touch on him grew bolder, more insistent, as she felt him harden even more in her grip.

Their kisses became more frantic, their breathing ragged, as they teetered on the edge of something neither could control.

Suddenly, Lorenzo broke the intense moment, his breathing ragged as he whispered in Mica's ear, "We're still in the medical tent... anyone could enter and see us..."

Mica's eyes widened, and she quickly straightened her uniform, her cheeks flushed. Lorenzo was right; they were taking a huge risk. But the desire in both their eyes was undeniable.

Lorenzo's hand found hers, squeezing it reassuringly. "Follow me," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I know an abandoned house nearby."

Mica hesitated, her duty as a nurse warring with her desire for this man. But when he flashed her that irresistible grin, she knew she was lost. She nodded, her heart pounding in anticipation as she followed him out of the medical tent.

Outside, the sounds of war were muted, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the distant cries of birds. They hurried through the deserted streets, Mica's heart pounding in her chest. The abandoned house loomed ahead, its windows dark and ominous.

Lorenzo led the way, his grip on her hand firm and reassuring. They slipped inside, the door creaking ominously behind them. The house was musty and dusty, but the privacy it offered was intoxicating.

Lorenzo slammed the door shut, and before Mica could blink, his lips were on hers again, his tongue invading her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. His hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Mica's uniform pooled at her feet, and she gasped as his lips trailed down her neck, his tongue teasing her sensitive skin. His hands roamed her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Lorenzo's strong arms scooped her up, carrying her effortlessly to the dusty couch in the corner. Mica's heart raced as he laid her down, his eyes dark with desire. He undressed her slowly, his movements deliberate, as if savoring every inch of her creamy skin he revealed.

Mica's breath caught in her throat as he lowered himself between her thighs, his tongue flicking over her most sensitive spot.

She arched her back, moaning his name as pleasure coursed through her veins.

Lorenzo's hands gripped her hips, guiding her closer to him as he explored her depths, his tongue and fingers working in tandem.

Mica's world narrowed to the sensations he evoked in her, her moans filling the abandoned house.

"Lor… Lorenzo," she panted, her nails digging into the couch cushions. "I… I've never…"

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust and something else—something that made her heart skip a beat. "I'll be gentle," he promised, before returning to his ministrations.

Mica's world shattered around her as her first orgasm crashed over her, her body arching off the cunch as she cried out his name. Her nails dug into the couch cushions, her toes curling in ecstasy.

Lorenzo's lips trailed up her stomach, his tongue soothing each mark he'd left on her sensitive skin. Mica's breathing was ragged, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"That… that was…" she panted, her eyes still hazy with pleasure.

Lorenzo's grin was wicked as he stood before her, his trousers tented with desire. "That was just the beginning, Mica."

He undressed quickly, revealing a hard length that made Mica's mouth water. She'd only ever seen it in books, but nothing could compare to the real thing, standing before her, throbbing with need.

Lorenzo lowered himself over her, his weight pressing her into the couch, his hips grinding against hers. Mica gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist as he guided himself to her entrance.

"Tell me to stop," he breathed in her ear, his voice ragged with desire.

Mica's heart raced, but she knew there was no turning back now. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper.

Lorenzo's hands gripped her hips, and with one swift thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. As Lorenzo plunged into her, Mica's eyes flew wide with a mix of pain and pleasure. His girth stretched her in ways she never imagined possible, sending a jolt of white-hot sensation through her body. His girth stretched her in ways she never imagined possible, sending a jolt of white-hot sensation through her body. Her nails dug into the worn leather of the couch, her knuckles whitening as she clung on for dear life. He felt so much bigger than she ever anticipated.

"Relax," he breathed, his voice soothing as he began to move inside her, each thrust slow and deliberate. "I've got you, Mica."

Mica bit her lower lip, her body tense, unaccustomed to the sensation. But soon, the pain began to ebb away, replaced by a building pleasure that both shocked and thrilled her.

Lorenzo's lips found her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin as he picked up the pace. "Oh, God," she moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him on.

"That's it, Mica," he groaned, his breath hot in her ear. "Feel it."

The abandoned house echoed with their muffled moans and the wet slapping sound of their flesh colliding, the couch creaking beneath them. Mica's breaths came in pants as she adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation. The world around them faded away, leaving only the sound of their ragged breaths and the primal rhythm of their bodies moving together.

Lorenzo's hips slammed into hers, his grip on her hips tightening as he plunged even deeper. Mica's core clenched around him, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him on.

"Oh, Lorenzo," she moaned, her voice breathless. "It… it feels… so… so good."

"I'm glad you're liking it, sweetheart." He growled, his accent thick with desire. "I want you to feel every inch of me."

"Oh, God!" Mica cried out, her body arching off the couch. "I... I've never... never felt anything like this."

Mica was so lost in the overwhelming pleasure that she forgot about Lorenzo's supposedly injured leg. He thrust into her with such power and passion, it was as if he were never hurt at all. His hips slammed against hers, driving her higher and higher, her moans filling the abandoned house. The only sounds that could be heard were their muffled cries, the wet slapping of their flesh, and the creaking couch beneath them.

As the ecstasy built within her, Mica's thoughts scattered, her mind consumed by the incredible sensations coursing through her body. It wasn't until they both reached their climaxes, their bodies shuddering together, that she realized the truth.

Moments later, as their breathing slowed and their hearts returned to normal, Mica's hazy gaze drifted down to where their bodies were still connected. "Lorenzo... your leg..." she panted, confusion clouding her features. "How...?"

Lorenseo's lips curved into a secretive smile as he brushed a stray strand of hair from her damp forehead. "I've got my secrets, Mica," he said, his voice low and husky. "But for now, let's just enjoy this."

It was only then that Mica noticed the complete absence of pain or limping in his movements. A chill ran down her spine, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of exhaustion. She had questions, but for now, she would let the mystery of this man remain unsolved.