Tempting Target: Heart of a SEAL (19 page)

“You want it bad, huh, Emmy?” The sexy smirk was back, and she was torn between wanting to kiss it off his face and placing her pussy on it.

She couldn’t think of an answer so she just stared at him.

“Biting your lip is only making me hornier. If you want something in your mouth, feel free to use my cock. I’d love to take up residence.” He put his thumb up to her mouth and pressed down on the lip she was worrying with her teeth before putting his digit into replace it.

Emmy saw the challenge in his eyes and wanted to meet it like no other challenge. Moving off his lap smoothly, she kept his thumb in her mouth for as long as he’d allow it, but as soon as she started mouthing his cock through the fabric of his pants, he groaned and started undoing the snaps of his jeans.

“Anxious?” she asked him, feeling more comfortable since she was in the driver’s seat.

“For your mouth on my cock? Fuck, yes. You’ve got a mouth that looks like it was made to slip and slurp my cock. I’ve been dying to get in there since I laid my eyes on you.”

She enjoyed the thick hard cock that felt large and substantial in her hand. It had only been a few days since she had enjoyed Matt’s body, but he was like a sugary sweet snack…tempting, filling, and addictive.

“Is that so?” She stroked his cock up and down, feeling the hard core under the silky soft skin. Emmy knew what he liked from previous experience, but watching him enjoy each stroke was like she was winning something special.

“You really know how to work me over. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you know just how I like my cock jerked. From the base to the tip with just a bit of drag and a snug squeeze right under the cap. What would be the cherry on top?”

She opened her mouth and closed it over the head of his dick, teasing the opening with her tongue and licking all around the top. His breath hitched a bit, but she knew it would take more than this to get him over. Taking her other hand and cupping his balls, she could feel the warmth and the wetness churning up within her. Turning him on was turning her on more, and she wished she had one more hand to stick into her panties to give herself a bit of relief.

If you would have asked her, she would have told you that she was totally into this for him and him alone, but she must have been distracted a bit because she was surprised… almost dazed when he took his cock from her mouth and began stroking it himself.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, as she reached for his cock again only to be denied. He moved it out of her reach, and she wanted to have a tantrum. Emmy kept her eyes glued to the rhythmic stroking of his cock with his large hand, like she was a puppy waiting for her toy to be returned to her.

“Nothing’s wrong at all. Just like I didn’t want you to give your orgasm to my pants, I don’t want to spend mine in your mouth. That would be so easy to do, and seeing how much you like it, I’m sure I can accommodate you another time, but this time, I want to feel your tight pussy squeezing me and your juice running down my cock and onto my balls.” He didn’t sound unaffected and that helped her pride just a bit.

A whimper was all that she could give him, but she had to admit his plan sounded awesome. She had her panties off and tossed to the side and was up and on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor before he could utter another word.

“That’s really sexy, sweetheart, but I want you back up where you were, straddling me with those legs and riding me hard. I want your pussy dripping on me, and I want your tits right where I can play with them and make you come even harder. The way your ass is looking is making me want other things. Come on, Emmy, sit on my cock and make it good.” He stood up and removed his pants completely while he talked. Matt made it all look so graceful, coordinated, and easy, as he moved his body to complete his task and was in his naked splendor back on the couch without breaking eye contact.

He’d talked dirty before and was explicit before, but something about the way he was talking to her now could probably get her off if she rubbed her legs together too hard. She was off all fours, but she remained on the floor, mesmerized by the slow stroking of his cock. Why was he so sexy? He wasn’t her first lover; she’d had her fair share. Yet, there was something about him that made everything sexy—from the way he smiled, to how he studied her and her particular desires. When it came to actual sex, he was just off the Richter scale. He may not remember her, but something in him did and it showed.

“Do you want me to chase you?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

She was up from the floor and on his lap before she thought about his question. That may not have been a bad suggestion, but he must have seen her plan written all over her face.

Placing his hands on her ass he squeezed her cheeks and spread her wide at the same time fitting his cock in the notch between her legs. He used her body like his own personal sex toy, wetting himself with her juices as he slid her up and down his shaft.

“Don’t even think about it. You’ve got me so hard and ready I may break something chasing around after you, but now that I know it excites you, we’ll have to do something about that particular fantasy.” His voice was low, and she loved how it made the butterflies in her stomach seem to fly just that much faster. This man could stop his dangerous work and make porn. The world would love him probably as much as she did.

They were both enjoying his ministrations, but he stopped for a second to put on a condom, and she was glad one of them was thinking about that. She just wanted to grab his cock by the base and put it in. The empty feeling she had needed to be filled up, and that was all she could focus on. The fact that she had Matt to herself and he was physically able to do this was amazing since a few days ago she sat in a room full of beeping machines with no response from the man. They’d told her that his body had missed most of the impact because of furniture in the room, but the jarring had shaken his brain up a bit.

“Are you done?” She tried for cheeky with her comment, but it came out sounding impatient, but he smiled when he nodded, like he knew she liked to place him inside of her before she set the pace for their ride. Not like it usually lasted long. He’d give her time to have fun, but she’d often find herself on her back receiving the last few hard and deep thrusts that would take them both over their sexual edge.

His cock seemed bigger than it had a few days ago, or maybe she was just tighter. Slowly, she impaled herself on his large throbbing organ, and he patiently watched her decent. Well, it seemed patient if she didn’t watch the way his mouth flattened out. Should it make her happy that waiting wasn’t as easy for him as he made it seemed? He was the master at teasing and holding her off until he was ready. Did it make for a stronger orgasm… yes, but that didn’t mean she liked it. She loved it, but she didn’t like it.

When she had filled herself with him, she wiggled a bit just to feel his balls on her ass, and she clenched at him with the walls of her pussy just to see if he could feel it.

“Torture. That’s what this is about, isn’t it?” He laughed as he said it, but they both knew that’s what this was. Emmy liked his rough nature, and she wondered if he remembered that. Probably not, the memory of her was gone; it was like she’d never existed. That made her gasp, and his look of arousal change to concern. “What’s wrong, Emmy?”

She didn’t want to get into that. Here they were enjoying each other, and she went and ruined the moment. This was supposed to be fun…it was always supposed to be fun. It was her that made it something that it wasn’t, but she wasn’t going to share that with him now or ever. Emmy raised up on his lap so that just the very tip of his cock was inside her warmth, but then she slammed down and that move took his breath away. She always enjoyed the surprises he gave her, so now it was time for a few for him.

“I know you like to fuck hard, Matt. Don’t think to spare me because I love it like that, too.” She was on the slow rise up while she talked to him but slammed back down for the second time and loved the look of lust on Matt’s face. She was opening up something because the sweetly massaging hands were decidedly rougher as they helped to raise and drop her on him again.

“You look so sweet, but you’re a naughty one, aren’t you? I’m sure you know how much I like that. You sitting here with your good girl panties on and your bad girl body is enough to make me want to keep you.” He brought her down to taste her lips in what she thought was going to be a sweet kiss, but she was mistaken. This kiss was soul-wrenching, as he seemed to pour a lot of his everything into it. Tongue and teeth clashed, as they fought to show each other how hungry they were for each other. Kisses like this wrecked her, as well as his words to keep her for himself. It was clear that he wasn’t truly in his right mind, but it warmed her heart to hear his unguarded thoughts about her.

His personal sex toy. That’s what she felt like she was, as he guided himself into her body. This seemed more like him fucking her from the bottom than her riding him from the top, but she couldn’t have loved it more if she tried. He was so into it that he’d let go in ways he’d never done before, and her breath hitched as he hit a hot spot deep within her again and again.

“Fuck me harder, Matt.” The words flew from her mouth, almost involuntarily. However, when they were out, she knew that truer words couldn’t have been spoken. That’s what she wanted... him to take over her body, her mind, and her orgasm. Leaving her free to feel each and every sensation that he would wring out of her body.

The light in his eyes seemed to grow brighter, and he rolled them both on the couch so that she was on her back. He had her lifted so that she was level with his cock as he kneeled on the floor. The gleam in his eyes told her she was in for it, and she couldn’t have been happier.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Give me what you’ve got, Matt. Don’t hold back. I’m a big girl and I can take it.”

Moving his hands all around her body, each caress felt like a kiss and the stimulation was overwhelming. Her body was so sensitive, and it was hard for her to keep still.

“I can see you’re ready, but are you ready enough? Maybe you should get a bit more. I want you to pop loud and hard. He moved one hand down her stomach so he could thumb her clit and the other went to pinch her nipples, first one and then the other.

“Matt?” That was all she could think to say, not please or now or I can’t take any more, just his name and she hoped he knew what it meant.

“I know, Emmy, I know,” he said but didn’t change what he was doing until she could feel her body ratchet up so hard it felt like she was going to splinter and crack for good when she released. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he fucked into her fast and hard while he leaned over her.

They both were making noise, but she couldn’t discern which sound was his, but clearly this was good for him as well. She wanted to do something to be empowering and sexy, but her mind was blank. Reaching up, she caught his nipple within her finger and thumb and pulled it. That move always made her hot, and she hoped it did the same for him. The loud male shout and quick thrusts signaled his release, and his throbbing cock pumped his seed into the protective bag they’d placed over him, but she could still feel the spurts leaving his cock as it flexed and released within her. The tightening of her body suddenly released, and she felt like she was in freefall. The waves of pleasure that overtook her didn’t seem like they were ever going to stop, but she found herself receiving comfort in Matt’s arms, as he held her through her climax and aftershocks.

“Wow,” he whispered in her ear when her body had subsided from its twitching and convulsing.

“I know…we’re kind of combustible together.” She knew that they always had been, but not like this. This was something else… something more, but she didn’t want to make that big of a deal about this. He was needed to perform some top secret mission, and although this was everything she wanted in a man, she knew his desire to remain single.

“That should have remained in my memory, but I know this will. You are one big ball of hot, Ms. Roth,” he said, and she assumed he was trying to get their bearings back in place. She didn’t know how he’d feel if he knew she had such a strong connection with a person he didn’t remember.

“Well, your balls are definitely bigger,” she countered with what she hoped was an effortless and worry-free attitude.

His smile was bright, and she hoped hers was, too. It didn’t help that she was a worrier and thought of each and every scenario this situation may encounter. How would his memory return? Would he have to hit his head on something like what happens in TV comedies? Would it just come back spontaneously? Or would some life event just jar his mind back to clarity? When these things happened would he remember this time or would it be gone? And what about when they met, would he remember that?