SEAL Kissed: A Navy SEAL Military Romance (Hot Dirty SEALS Book 1) (6 page)

T
he soft heat
of his tongue touches my clit and continues up and down the length of my seam pushing with just enough pressure to spread my lips apart. Immediately my body reacts with spastic need, my hips struggling to escape his grip so I can wrap my thighs around his head. I never want this to end.

“
M
ore
, Reed, more...please...I want it…” His mouth continues its assault, licking and sucking and twirling his tongue into crevices I didn’t even know I had. The sounds my wetness is making as his wicked tongue laves me is sending my body over a glorious edge. And edge I have never been on before and I can’t wait to fly over. I palm my breasts and squeeze my nipples harder. And that’s all it takes to make me soar. Eyes rolling to the back of my head, my body is racked with a million jolts of electricity tearing through it.

N
o longer able to
support myself, I collapse, the broad strength of his shoulders holding me up, his face still buried in the juncture of my thighs. The after effect of my very first orgasm still rippling in my veins, my pussy quivering and fluttering around his relentless tongue.

T
he warmth
in my lower abdomen begins so spread again. My hands grasp his head, fingers flexing and pulling as his magic mouth has my body clenching and begging for more.

“
C
ome on Emerson baby
, come again for me,” he’s talking into my pussy and I’m barely coherent. The vibrations of his words sending an electric thrill deep into me.

“
I
can’t
, I don’t think I can.” I mumble in a dazed state as my body is coming down from a high it has never experienced before. My limbs feel like jelly.

T
he rumble starts
low in my belly, the pressure building and spreading like a raging wildfire. His tongue impales me deeper than before and Reed is fucking me with his mouth like his life depends on it. He tilts his head from side to side, licking and sucking my inner walls. The parts of me that have never been touched are now pulsing and throbbing around a man's tongue. And then, with a slight tilt of his head, his tongue strokes a bundle of nerves I never knew existed. Somewhere in the distance, in the fog of lust surrounding us, I hear my desperate voice chanting his name, pleading for more.

I
feel
his huge arms wrapping around me, lifting and carrying me through my apartment like a small child. Too dazed and sated to speak, my head lulls against his warm chest. He makes me feel pretty and cherished in a way I’ve never experienced. The words haven’t come yet but his actions tell me I will always be safe with him. Pressing my hand on his rock hard chest I cover his heart, and hope he feels what I’m feeling too.

T
he pounding
of his heart echoes in my ear. Sparks flare through me as I visualize myself being taken by this force of nature. Everything about him is so big and broad, and I can’t wait to have him in me, my body purring to life as sinful ideas sprout in my imagination.

His heavy boot kicks my bedroom door open. My sex begins to throb, already clenching in anticipation to be taken by his mouth.

“Mmm, Reed,” I mumble breathlessly into his tight fitting midnight black t-shirt. He doesn’t reply, only squeezes me tighter with his tatted biceps before disrobing me and lying me down on my bed. The cool sheets sting my over sensitized skin. Dappled sunlight makes his shadowed face darker and more dangerous. “Are you going to fuck me?” My words come out as more of a hopeful statement than a question. I feel like a wanton whore. But only for this man.

“No,” his words sting. “I already told you I don’t fuck virgins.” His baritone voice is coarse like sandpaper. Disappointment washes over me, and I wonder what is so wrong with my body and causes him not to want it. After kissing and licking me all over, he still refuses to put his dick in me. My heart is breaking and he doesn’t even know it. He warned me he was a dirty bastard and I have no one to blame but myself. I’m not sure why I ever thought he would break his virgin rule for a plain girl like me.

“Well then, I guess I’ll get someone else to deflower me,” my words a hidden plea for mercy, a weak attempt to disguise the anger that’s now simmering below the surface.

A deep growl escapes him and his six four frame expands over me, making me feel petite and vulnerable.

“Open your legs for me Emerson.” It’s not a request, but a demand, an order I have every intent of following.

T
he sound
of his leather belt being pulled through the loops fills the room. My thoughts are foggy. But this gorgeous man wants to fuck me, no matter how much he fights his desire. My pelvis lifts from the mattress in greedy anticipation.

Reed pushes his faded jeans over his narrow hips. He's commando and his cock bounces off his washboard abs.

He just stands there, towering over me with his beautiful cock reaching just past his navel. He's large and thick and I can't take my eyes from the pulsing vein that ropes along the side of his very impressive length.

His hooded eyes are dangerous, making my insides tingle and hum. Again. I just came all over his beautiful face, my juices still glistening on his soft full lips.

Instinctively I reach out to touch him.

His cock jumps under my touch. I didn't know that was possible. It feels hot. Something else I didn't know or maybe just didn't expect. He feels like heated steel wrapped in velvet.

His long arms are tense at his sides, like he's holding back and on the cusp of losing control. But I can't bring myself to look at him. I'm under the spell of his big magnificent cock. My eyes unable to leave the site of his glistening purple head. Its slit releasing clear semen in its excitement. The thick vein pulsing under my fingers.

"I want this Reed. I need you in me."

He glowers down at me. A flash of anger passes over him.

"You think a sweet girl like you can handle this?" He pushes his hips forward. His dick springs forward and it's close enough to lick. But I don’t. Something tells me it would anger him.

"Just fuck me Reed. I beg you, just please give it to me."

His lips curl. I feel like prey under his steely gaze. One move and he will pounce on me hard, fast and rough. Just like he promised in his apartment. Sparks shoot up my spine.

"Lay back, Emerson."

I do as he orders. Sinking my head into my pillow and dropping my bent knees open. I'm panting now. Short quick breaths filling the room.

His muscles flex as he pulls his shirt over his head with one arm. The twin mattress sinks under his weight. Its foolish of me to even think a man of his size could fit in my little bed. Jeans shucked over his muscular thighs,he kneels between my legs. His hand wraps around his cock and begins stroking. Hard and fast. The expansive head going from red to purple to shiny with his pre come. With each violent stroke he grunts, his ripped abdominal muscles contracting and squeezing with every jerk.

My leg is hooked over his shoulder, my ankle sizzling under the grasp of his hand. "Fuck me Reed, I want to feel you in me." I beg. I plead. I promise him the impossible and beg even more. He pulls on his cock harder, leans back on his heels and shoots ropes of hot come all over my stomach.

It’s beautifully hypnotic. But I can't help the feeling of disappointment of not having him in me.

Gently he lowers my leg but keeps me spread open for his viewing. His cock is still hard and throbbing. Anticipating what he will do next sends trembles rippling through me.

His hands lazily skim over my stomach. My sex clenches and I can't help but gasp.

Dipping his fingers in his come, he paints his arousal over my breasts. Its gentle and sexy and is making me feel like this is his way of marking me. Like an animal marking his territory, claiming what belongs only to him. The thought makes me shiver. Briefly he stops, but doesn't say anything. Then the swirls begin again. His three biggest fingers spreading and swirling his come around the curve of my heavy breast and up my neck. He hesitates over the bounding pulse in my throat. "You like this sweet Emerson, don't you?"

I want to tell him I love it but the words don't come out. I nod. He hesitates before continuing this erotic torture. The corner of his mouth goes up briefly.

He collects more come and brings it to my lips. Unable to move under his intense glare, I inhale deeply. My tongue darts out and I taste him.

"Did you just do what I think you did?" He sounds pleased. I nod, embarrassed. My lungs fill with his masculine scent. His salty essence coats my tongue.I want this. I want to be marked and owned by him. "Don't look away when I ask you a question." My eyes drift over his chiseled abdomen and over his broad chest. Every muscle is outlined, defined and breathtakingly beautiful. No doubt it's a body use to fucking hard and ass kicking action. My eyelids lift up to him. He's sexy scary with his bulging muscles, chiseled jaw and tatted up torso.

Gently he nudges my bottom lip down then shoves his come covered fingers into my mouth.

"Suck." The baritone of his voice is commanding, intimidating. My head is pushed from behind, my movements controlled by just his one hand. This is his way of letting me know he is the one in control.

My tongue tangles with his fingers. I gag. Even though they are large they are no match for the size of his cock and I am suddenly relieved he's not fucking my mouth right now.

"What are you thinking, pretty girl?"

He quickly removes his fingers so I can answer.

"How much I would rather suck your cock than your fingers."

"Liar."

He gathers more come from my breasts and quickly shoves his fingers back into my mouth. They're salty, hot and demanding. “Don’t ever lie to me Emerson. I don’t like liars.” I gag again.He growls.

"If you wanna suck my cock you gotta do better than this."

Unable to speak I nod my head in agreement.

"Harder. Suck harder. I want to see your cheeks hollow every time I shove my fingers in that pretty little mouth."

E
ager to learn
, I follow his direction. He sets the rhythm. I struggle to keep up.

"Relax. Breathe through your nose."

My eyelids lift to him. He’s sexy scary and something tells me he's being gentle with me. His hand is rough and calloused. I slow my breathing and swallow.

“Thats it sweetheart. Relax your throat around my fingers and swallow. Thats how you’ll suck my cock.”

My insides burst with excitement. Suddenly he pulls his fingers free and they leave my mouth with a loud pop. He’s kneeling beside me, the mattress sinking under his size. Flames of desire are burning through me. My body is yearning for more orgasms even though he’s given me several already. His stickiness coats me and I can smell him on me. My tongue reaches for his magnificent shaft. The tip trails the pulsing vein running the length from his balls to the small slit on the tip. I tease the expansive head, licking up every drop of pre-cum and moaning as I take him between my swollen lips. My mouth stretches to accommodate his girth. A hand on each thigh, I feel my fingernails digging into his sizzling hot skin. This mans body is hot all over. His thigh muscles are hard as brick and flex under my touch.He grabs the back of my head, tangles his large hand in my hair and shoves his cock down my throat. I grunt around his root. His body stills and he rests his balls on my chin.

“Breathe Emerson.”

Tears sting my eyes. My nose flares with each breath. His earthy scent travels through me. I want to do this. I want to make him happy. I want him to want me. But it’s too much. He’s too much. My head is smashed between his hand and his balls with his cock imprisoned in my throat. This must be what it’s like to be suffocated to death. I start to panic.

“
J
esus
. Did I hurt you?” His voice is raspy and soft. Different than just a few moments ago. My mouth is empty. His earthy flavor lingers. He’s holding my face in his hands. I shake my head no. But the look on his face is sad, almost remorseful. It breaks my heart to see my scary sexy man look at me like this.

“No.” It’s a whisper. “You didn’t hurt me. I wanted to swallow you, to make you come. Like you did to me. I guess it was just too much for me. I’m sorry.” I want to tell him I’m sorry for being such a disappointment, but I can’t do it. I’ve been nothing but a disappointment to everyone in my life and I can’t manage to say those words out loud.

His thumbs wipe the tears on my burning cheeks. He closes his eyes and drops his chin to his chest. I don’t know what's wrong. I don’t know him well enough to read his body language.

In a heartbeat he’s off the bed with his jeans already pulled over his ass. My body shivers in the absence of his warmth. “Reed, what are you doing?” My voice is shaky.

He’s angry. He gazes down on me and I feel worthless and cheap under his intense scrutiny. “I made a mistake coming here. Don’t worry. You won’t see me again.” His jaw sliding back and forth as tension seeps from him.

He turns as I start to cry. I don’t want him to leave. “Reed please, just let me try again. Please, I’ll beg...do whatever you want. Don’t leave me…” His back is facing me as he stalks out of my room. His muscles flex as he raises his hand and motions for me to stop. He doesn’t even look back at me. I’ve been cast away again, and it’s my own fault.

Well screw him. I grab the first thing I find on my bedside table and throw it. And miss. The sound of my cell phone shattering as it hits the wall makes me flinch. His heavy steps leave my apartment and the door slams with such force my windows vibrate. I bury my face in the black t shirt he left behind and sob as I breath him in.

Maybe it’s better my mom deserted me in that hospital incubator when I was just a baby. I don’t think my heart could of coped having to watch her walk out, leaving me behind as she went forward with her life. I promise myself this will be the last time someone casts me aside.