Authors: Casey Elliot
His hands explored me, dipping under my shirt to rub against my bare skin; massaging my breasts, my stomach, and my ass. I explored him too, tracing the lines of definition on his body, tangling my fingers in his chest hair, and finally, dipping below to feel him.
He growled against my mouth, pressing himself further into my hand as I began to work on him.
I was lost in longing as I held him, focusing on the feel of his skin sliding against mine.
He began to undress me, and my clothes fell to the floor in a line as we trailed over to the bed. When we were there, we were both naked. He moved his face to my neck and kissed me there, then headed down.
His lips against my nipples were warm and wet, eliciting a tingling pleasure that I arched up against. He backed me onto the bed and laid me down, then continued to trail his kisses lower.
When Richard's tongue slipped between my folds, I began to tremble. He was an expert, knowing exactly where to lick, where to kiss, and where to suckle. I felt like he moved in time with my thoughts, delving into me just as I felt I couldn't survive without the feel of him inside of me. His tongue, though only a substitute for something else, was not a poor substitute by any means.
I lifted off the bed in pleasure as I felt my orgasm building. Each lick, each stroke, each rumble of lust from his throat brought me closer to the edge. He sunk a finger inside of me, and I blasted apart. I cried out, my orgasm causing me to buck up off the bed. He stayed on me, holding me against his face as he continued to thrust his finger inside to eke out the last of my climax.
When I fell back, exhausted, he climbed on top of me. When he kissed me, I tasted my essence on his lips. I licked my lips and his eyes lit up brightly.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
I nodded my head, pressing my lips to his throat and trailing kisses along his neck. He moved between my legs and sunk in, allowing each inch to stretch and fill me with an agonizing slowness.
When he was fully inside, I groaned in delight. I was in heaven.
He pulled out and thrust in again, the urgency of his need beginning to surface. I wrapped my arms around him and went along for the ride.
He pulled my face to his for another fierce kiss as he filled me, setting a dizzying pace. The more he sunk into me, the more his tongue tangled with mine, the more my core began to tingle, to burn with a heat that could only mean one thing.
I matched his thrusts with my own, fervent with need. I needed to crest the hill of my second orgasm. I needed him. I needed.
He moaned against my mouth and pulled away, panting. He was close too. I wrapped my legs around his, urging him to sink deeper, to thrust harder. He took my invitation, bringing me to an earth-shuddering climax, the likes of which I’d never experienced.
I tumbled from my peak with sheer joy, calling his name in rapture again and again. As I came apart in his arms, so too did he find his release. I felt him pulse inside of me, and I pressed my mouth against his shoulder to kiss him in the only way my foggy mind could think of.
I felt at perfect peace. When I pulled back to look at his face, I could see that he was too.
“Still want me to leave?” I murmured, a coy smile dancing on my lips.
A rumbling laugh rose from his throat, “Never.”
*****
Though the mansion had already been tastefully decorated, I couldn't resist adding my own touch. The crowning achievement of my decor was the engraved glass award I placed on the mantle above the fireplace.
“Are you sure you don’t mind that it’s there?” I asked one evening, snuggled up in Richard’s arms on the couch.
He nuzzled his face against the top of my head. “Of course not,” he said. “You should be proud of your achievements. Everyone should love you as much as I do.”
His warm body surrounded me, filling me with a sense of serenity. He was feeling it too, and I didn’t need him to tell me that to know. He hadn’t lost control of himself in months.
“Who would have thought that I’d win an award for my work,” I mused. The physical embodiment of my writing achievement glinted from the light of the flames.
He chuckled and pulled me tighter against him. “Well,” he said, “you were never going to win one for cooking.”
The End
Taken by a SEAL
*****
The music hit me as soon as I opened the door, and the scent of cigar smoke filled my nostrils. There was something comforting about that smell. There was also something comforting about the sound of clinking glass against the long, hard, wooden bar which stretched across the entire length of the room; the bar, my sanctuary, the only sanctuary in this God forsaken town.
The place was packed, which wasn’t odd for a bar; even less odd for a bar smack dab in a military town with nowhere else to go or anything else to do. It was a place for all of us to drown our sorrows and forget the shit week we no doubt had. My week this week had been a particularly shitty week; the day even worse.
I’d just got done talking with my commanding officers. Needless to say by the fact that I was walking directly toward the long wooden bar like it was an oasis and I was thirsting to death in the middle of a vast desert, it wasn’t a pleasant discussion; not at all, actually.
I wasn’t in trouble and my military career wasn’t on the verge of ending with a discharge or anything quite as serious, but it still wasn’t the sort of conversation I wanted to have.
I shoved my way through the large circle of people crowding around the bar and slammed my hand down on its surface to get the bartender’s attention. “Whiskey! Keep them coming!” I blared out over the chattering and yelling coming from all around me.
I didn’t even realize I was muttering complaints about the day, the bartender’s speed, and whatever else I wanted to bitch about under my breath until the dude finally showed up with my drink. I only knew then because he flashed me an irritated look and I had to physically stop my mouth just to thank him.
I felt like a fucking psycho, talking to myself, and I guess that showed that my commanding officers may have had a point. “Go to a therapist, Shepherd,” they said. “It’ll do you some good,” they said.
“Bullshit…” I growled, bringing the small glass to my lips, a scowl likely plastered over my face. Therapy was for weaklings who couldn’t handle their shit. I was fine.
Everyone staring at me constantly, spreading rumors and being fucking girls about it all was the only thing keeping me for shrugging it off. I had already rubbed dirt in it, and shook it the best I could. They were the ones keeping me from walking it off. They were the ones keeping the memory alive.
Sure, my best friend and comrade had just died in the line of duty on our last tour to Afghanistan. It only happened a few weeks ago, and sure, I was upset about it when it happened. Who wouldn’t be?
That didn’t mean I needed to go to a fucking shrink. It was bad enough that they’d sent me home, now they wanted me to go and get my head analyzed by some pseudo-science bullshit-doctor instead of doing what really was the right thing for me: putting me back into the action.
Being at home made me feel useless. John had died, but that didn’t mean that the rest of my team had to. Me being gone, far away, unable to help, wasn’t keeping them alive though. It was no wonder I was such a basket case with my anger lately.
I wanted to serve my fucking country, not sit at home. What was so wrong with that?
I slung my head back, choking down the rest of my first glass, and then my second. That familiar burn at the back of my throat was numbing and I knew that I was already starting to get a buzz.
“Give him another,” a woman’s voice sounded from beside me. My head whipped around to face her. I wasn’t sure why, but I liked her voice and I wanted to see what kind of monstrosity could possibly have such a gorgeous voice. The women in my unit were all badasses, that much couldn’t be denied, but not many of them were very cute. Not many of them had very nice voices either. It was a strange thing to notice, but such a pretty, feminine voice was actually pretty damned rare. My eyes widened as they fell on the beauty sitting beside me. She was thick, curvy, with a rack that could make angels gasp, and a face that almost made my heart skip a beat. Basically, she was the sexiest thing I’d seen in a long time.
“Holy shit balls…” I laughed, actually taken back. “Who in the hell are you?”
“Your worst nightmare when it comes to shots!” She smirked up at me and I swear to God, I almost died. This woman was trouble; I could tell even before she started matching me shot for shot.
“Come on, Dude! Keep up!” she yelled out over the crowd that had started circling around us, watching our showdown.
“Shit, Lady, I can drink your weight in alcohol. I’m fine.” As much shit talking as we were doing back and forth, I was actually starting to get worried. She really was matching me shot for shot, and damn it all, she seemed perfectly fine. Not even as drunk as I was feeling.
I was honestly terrified that I might not be able to keep up with her. You know, after the room started spinning and all; but when she fell sideways in her bar stool, almost to the floor before I caught her and set her back up straight, I knew that she was equally as drunk; hell, maybe even more, considering I had the reflexes to catch her in the first place.
“Woo…” She looked at me, her face flushed red, eyes glazed. “I’m definitely feeling it, but you are still going down!” With that, she took another shot, and I couldn’t bring myself to grab my glass just yet. I was almost entranced by her for a moment, unable to look away.
I wasn’t sure if it was the fireball starting to fizzle in my belly or the fact that she was so damned hot, but something was awakening deep inside of me. Something I wasn’t sure had ever not been dormant before.
I wanted her, badly.
*****
I had expected to meet horny military guys while I was at the bar. It was the norm. I’d lived in military towns my entire life; a Navy brat to the core, so I’d definitely ran into them a time or two.
“So, what’s your name?” I asked, feeling the effects of the alcohol coming on full force at this point. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t asked his name before. He was hot. Damn hot.
“David. David Shepherd,” he hissed through gritted teeth after slinging back another.
“Damn…” I muttered, realizing that I had to shoot back another drink too. I wasn’t going to lose. I had been doing my damnedest to keep up with him so far. Shot for shot. I wasn’t backing down now. I had to admit, it had just started out as a game. He was an attractive Navy SEAL, huge muscles and a nice ass, and he seemed like he needed a drink or two.
Because I needed a drink myself, I thought it’d be fun. I didn’t expect him to be so goddamn charming though. I wasn’t often caught by surprise. Usually, men this attractive were dull and boring or complete idiots. He seemed intelligent and witty -- added on to the fact that he was incredibly fun, despite clearly being in a shitty-mood. It was only my first night in town, and I knew if all the guys in town were like him, I’d be in for some serious trouble.
I was already in a bit of trouble because the more I drank, the more I wanted to feel those muscles a little closer; one muscle in particular.
We staggered out of the bar and into the parking lot.
“Wow, check this shit out! This Harley is fucking amazing!” David yelled out like a star-struck child, his mouth hanging open. I rounded the corner and saw exactly what he was looking at. “That’s mine right there,” he glanced behind him and pointed to a brand new Harley-Davidson street 750. I knew exactly what it was. It was one of the newest boosted power models. It was nice.
“Well, that’s mine right there,” I smirked pointing to the bike he was still admiring, parked just beside his.
“Bullshit…” he laughed, waving it off like I was fucking with him.
“It’s a fully restored 1957 XL Sportster. I know because I restored it. I bullshit you not.” I puffed my chest out, almost as if in defense. I was almost a little disappointed that I had to defend myself in the first place.
His mouth fell open and a gasp left him. “Are you serious?”
I nodded, “As a heart attack. That’s mine.”
“Holy shit…” he mumbled, taking a step closer to me. My breath caught in my throat when I saw how serious his expression got when he stepped closer. I could see his features perfectly by the bright street lamp just over us. He bit his lip and grabbed my hands gently.
“You’re gorgeous, but I thought I’d tell you straight off the bat that I don’t do relationships.” His words were slurred. I thought it was nice of him to tell me that; cute, actually.
“Neither do I,” I laughed. “So, nothing to worry about.”
Most girls said that sort of shit without meaning it. I definitely meant it though. I was not looking for anything even remotely resembling a relationship. I didn’t have the time or the want to be tied down. I wanted to be free. I mean, shit, this sexy ass man in front of me was a shining example as to why. There were too many sexy men in the world to be tied to one.
I felt his hands begin to work his way into my skirt before I even knew what was happening. “Still wanna go shot for shot?” he asked, smirking. I knew what he wanted, so with a sly smile I worked my own hands into his pants, freeing his hardening erection from its confines. I honestly couldn’t believe we were about to do whatever this was right in the middle of a crowded bar parking lot. I mean, I’d been in more public places, but not in a long time. I was so drunk though, that I didn’t care.
I started to stroke it and we both looked down to watch what I was doing, as if neither of us could believe it. We were enthralled – entranced even – by what it was that was happening. My inhibitions were completely gone. I was a lioness on the prowl.
I didn’t even realize how short my skirt was – or how much he’d pulled it up -- until I felt my womanly core pressed up against his thigh when our lips finally met.
I gasped, breaking our kiss, and whirled around to press myself against his freed erection. I grinded against his already exposed member again and reached over and grabbed hold of the car on the other side of my bike, steadying myself.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he growled in my ear, his breath hot on my flesh; so hot that a tingle rolled down my spine. I flipped up the hem of my skirt and bent over.
I felt his heated fingers loop around my underwear and pull them down. That was when I knew it was definitely on. It was what I had been hoping for ever since around shot two or three with him. He was sexy, seemed fun enough, a little brooding, but fun nonetheless.
“Guess I don’t need those, huh?” I laughed, the feeling of my silky garment being ripped down to my shoes made me feel electrified.
“Definitely not,” he groaned, whirling me around to face him.
I smiled devilishly and grabbed a hold of his pulsating rod once again, and guided it toward me. “Fuck…” he growled just before picking me up and holding me with his solid arms.
“Fuck…” I growled, mimicking him almost completely. Not out of humor, but because I felt small for the first time in my entire life. I was curvy; thick with large thighs and breasts, and this man was picking me up like I was nothing at all. He angled his hips and, before I knew it, I felt myself sliding onto his shaft.
I gasped and rolled my hips back and forth as much as I could, but he had more control than I did. His strength astounded me as he continued to pump me up and down over his shaft. I couldn’t believe it. I was moaning loudly; so loudly that I knew it was only a matter of time before we were both caught.
Our ragged breaths, deep and filled with pleasure mingled together in the thick air surrounding us in the parking lot, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before we were both goners.
I grabbed his face with both hands, almost in a passionate embrace and looked deeply into his eyes just before he pressed his lips against mine once again, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth as he kissed me for everything that I was worth and pulled his arms around me even together, pulling me as close as I could possibly be.
I growled into his mouth and wrapped my legs completely around him, his throbbing member hitting me deep and hard. His hands slid down my body and cupped my ass as he lifted me up even more, slamming me further down onto his shaft.
“Fuck!” I squealed, my head falling back. “Yes, sir! Do it hard!”
And he did. He pounded into me hard; his thick throbbing rod deep in my continually dripping and contracting core. It was animalistic hot and way more lustful than anything I’d ever experienced. The sounds escaping us were almost like something I would have heard on one of my dad’s African wildlife programs or something. I was falling over the edge, almost completely launched into oblivion. It was getting closer and closer with every thrust, and I knew it was only a matter of time before the same could be said for him. His breathing hitched and had become uneven.
“Fuck!” we both bellowed out as the final thrust knocked us both into climax. He slammed me against a nearby car to steady us, his knees clearly weak. My toes curled and head launched back as my body arched into him, grinding against him even more fully than before. His lips attached to my neck and suckled, and I felt him groan, his own hot throbbing sex spurting.
I took a deep breath, content and completely spent. I was ready to go home and sleep; more than ready now that I’d gotten off. I grabbed hold of his shoulders and pushed off of him, unwrapping my legs from his waist and placing my feet down on the ground. I flashed him a smirk of pure satisfaction just before giving him a slight peck on the cheek. “Thanks,” I whispered in his ear. “That was fun.”
“What’s your name?” he panted, still leaning against the car as he glanced at my retreating form. But, I couldn’t tell him. I wouldn’t. I wasn’t about baggage. He had definitely been nice company, and sure as hell was a good lay, but I wanted to leave it at that – and if fate by some chance brought us together again, then so be it. But until then, I wasn’t interested.
I grabbed my helmet from the back of my Harley and threw it on, flashing him a quick smile before throwing a leg over the bike and riding off.