Burning For Nero (SEALs Going Hot) (4 page)

She took his hand, blessed his fingertips with her lips and then unbuttoned his shorts. The garment dropped like a stone. There, dressed only in his flip-flops, was her Hercules. Her everything. A mountain of a man, all hers for tonight, with the broadest shoulders, rigid six-pack, and biceps that would make a proud man cry.

Her gaze flowed to his. He knew he was beautiful. He worked so hard for it, had to do it to keep his job, do his job, survive his job. But, oh. The sight of his lean hips, his strong thighs and the froth of dark hair was almost as inspiring as the long, thick length of his erect cock.

Her mouth watered. “Kick off your flippers, SEAL boy.”

He toed them off and kicked them aside. Hands on his hips, he lifted his chin to indicate her clothes. “You gonna do the honors for me?”

Laughing, she gave him a push down to her bed. She had wanted him for agonizing months, thought about him, wondered how he made love to women, what he liked, what he needed. Then to hear that what he had wanted was her, that admission gave her confidence, pride, and power like she hadn’t enjoyed in years.

The golden flapper dress was nothing more than a loose shell. She had bought two pieces of sequined chiffon and sewn the thing up herself. Crossing her arms, she grasped the fabric and for the hell of it, did a little crazy swirl of her hips as she slowly lifted the dress up over her arms and head. Then she flung it to the floor like a practiced stripper. Whirling around to face him, she saw he leaned back on his elbows on the bed, his cock standing at attention, his hell-dark eyes on her black bra and black lace thong.

“If I’d known that’s all you had on under that handkerchief, I’d have jumped you hours ago.”

That sent her confidence soaring. She did a half turn, cocking her hip and giving him a profile. “You could have said so.”

“If I had, you would have run away.”

“Way to hurt a girl to speak so much truth, sailor.” She turned, stuck out her ass and wiggled it at him. The black lace thong covered
nada
. Maybe her asshole, period.

But he cursed like the proper Navy man he was. “It’s lucky for you, kid, I’m disabled. If you shook that ass at me when I was whole, I’d have you flat on your back in a flash.”

She sank a finger into the elastic of her waistband and snapped it. “Then what?”

“Show me the rest of what you’ve got and I’ll demonstrate.”

“Nasty man.”

“You ain’t seen nuthin’, yet, baby. Take that stuff off.”

Running her fingertips over the swell of her breasts, she outlined the edges of her bra.

He was so quiet he seemed not to even breathe. But his glittering eyes scorched her flesh, hurrying her onward to undo the back snap and let the lingerie fall to the carpet. Her girls sprang free.

He lifted his lashes, locked his gaze on hers as if he heard her plea.

She knew what to do.

Strolling forward, she walked between his knees and with her calves, urged his legs wider to let her in. Then she worked the scrap of lace down her hips, over her mound, past her freshly shaved pussy to her thighs…where she let the thong slide to her feet.

He didn’t move a muscle, except for his eyes. Sweet lord, his eyes consumed her nipples and her bare pussy. His gaze seared her skin, enflamed her blood until it roared in her ears and she wondered if he’d ever move.

“I always thought you were meant to be a movie star,” he said so matter of fact that she gulped at the novel revelation. “Carole Lombard was my best match. Men don’t make love to icons, they just adore them from afar. But here you are.” He reached up his good hand and trailed his palm down her shoulder, to her cleavage, past her waist to caress her hip and cup one thigh. “And Jesus, you are one hot house flower. Come here, pretty baby, I need to taste you bad.”

He stretched up, sucking one of her breasts into his mouth practically taking all of her into his warmth in one move. She shuddered with delight as he flicked his tongue over her areola and his legs circled around her own to urge her closer. Her knees hit the edge of the mattress, good thing, too, because she was beginning to swoon with the onslaught of his mouth on her other breast. She found some balance by clasping his shoulders, but he did her one better, licking his way down her ribs, biting her belly, tipping up her hips so that he could nuzzle his face into her mound. He inhaled, snarled and whirled her down to the mattress.

She was suddenly beside him. How he’d done it one-handed bewildered her, astonished her, thrilled her.

She watched him carefully position his left arm, then lift his right and fill his hand with her breast. She bucked, her core pulsing, ready to be filled. But he took his damn good time, licking and flicking her nipple until she cried out, her nails digging into his waist.

He urged her further up along the bed, pulling her legs open. He kissed his way up her inner flesh until he reached her drenched lips and titillated her clit with the tip of his tongue. She groaned, flung herself flat on the bed and widened her thighs.

“You smell so good. Taste like heaven.” He moaned his appreciation. “I’m gonna get your cream all over me.”

She arched, wicked now with want, parting her lips for him with her fingers. “God, we’re so decadent.”

He dipped his tongue inside her wet folds and she cried out loud and long, glad no one was near to hear how ravenous she was in her rut.

“Oh, darlin’, I love it when you howl,” he said, pressing little kisses up one slick labia and down the other, then slipped two fingers inside her core.

“Not enough.” She thrashed her head.

He inserted a third finger, flicking her G-spot while his tongue nibbled her clit.

“I want more. I want this.” She wiggled downward and tried to take his shaft in her hand. He was so long, so broad, but she lost her grasp.

He gulped. “Wait, wait. I just realized.
God.
I don’t have any condoms.”

Oh, hell.
“I don’t either.”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “I can’t go up to the house now.” He bent over her, sliding his tongue inside her pussy, upping her fever for him to delirious. “Got to drink your cream and fuck you bad.”

She’d never heard him so desperate. Never heard any man that rabid to have her. The knowledge fired her imagination. “I have an idea.”

He pinched her clit then sucked it mightily. “Hell. Doubt I’m interested. I like this little button too much. Christ, look at that. I can make it so big, it peeks out at me from your pussy. Jezus, baby.”

She cupped his cheek, pressed her thumb to the corner of his mouth so he’d stop a second. “I’m clean. On the pill.”

“What?” For a special ops man who never did surprises, he looked bewildered.

“Do me, bareback.” She dug her nails into his shoulder. “I bet you’re squeaky clean.”

He blinked. “Of course. I am. You are. And so—”

“We’re good to go.”

He grinned like it was his birthday and the Fourth of July rolled into one. “Magic words.”

She scooted downward. This time when she caught his cock, she held him firmly to stroke the slit of his cock, smoothing drops of his desire around the head until he bared his teeth and groaned. “Abracadabra.”

Chapter Three

Tony stared at her, happy as he’d never seen her before. Could that be? How had he missed that she wanted him? His head spun. He was dizzy with the altitude of having her naked, hungry and his. When he got time, he was going to thank his god for this miracle.

For right now, he had to concentrate on making love to the woman he loved.

Oh, hell. For too long.

Flinching, he stared into her eager eyes.

She tipped her head in question, gave him a consoling smile and ran her fingers up through his hair. “What’s your problem, sailor?”

It was too early to tell her. He’d save it, use it later if she seemed willing to let this lust become love. “You’re perfect.”

She arched her head back into the covers and laughed. But her humor died to a sultry sigh as she tipped up her hips and draped her legs around his waist. His cock—happy man—slipped into the valley of her wet, swollen labia. Her body held him in a hot velvet vise. And then he rose up and dropped right inside her juicy little cunt.

Ah. God.
He seized her mouth, dipping his tongue into her sweetness there in rhythm with his cock. Gone to heaven and back in her slick heat, he drove in so slowly, inch by inch, not willing to hurt her. She was the only woman he’d ever needed beneath him. All other females had been so temporary, all forgettable. But Cass had been the one he loved for years, the one he had craved. Now that she was here and he was buried inside her, he was dying to make her yearn for him, need him, never forget him and this first time they mated. Sweeping her soft curls from her face, he focused on her eyes.

Not shy, not brazen, she looked…dear lord. Enchanted.

How could he be so lucky?

He drove deeper, embedding himself in her pussy longer with each thrust. She melded with him, rocked with him, in perfect tune.

“Baby, you are so fine.” He picked up his pace.

She slapped the soles of her feet to the mattress, raging with him as he slammed into her in a fury that rocked him. She opened her mouth in a soundless cry while her pussy pulsed, hitting her orgasm with a force that tempted his cock to spurt.

He’d be damned if he’d blow now. He had promised her an orgy of Os, and that’s what she’d get. So he held her, kissed her cheeks and her pretty mouth.

She widened her eyes at him, hoarse with her passion. “Fabulous fuck.”

“Not over till it’s over, darlin’.” He pulled out of her wet heat.

Shocked, she cried out and cupped her empty pussy.

“Move your hands from that sweet cunt, honey.” He grinned, evil in his lust for her. “I promised you lots of fun.”

She caught his face, brushing her lips over his in a soft seduction. “A man who delivers?”

“Never doubt it.” He sat and swiveled around to view the contents of the tiny one-room house. His injury made him less nimble and damn, if he was going to blast his way through this night with her by bowing to his pain. He caught her wrist. “We switch to the chair. You like to ride?”

She nodded, her lashes fluttering as she went with him to the old, caned chair against the wall. But instead of sitting on his dick, she dropped to her knees to capture his cock and lave the sensitive head. “Oh, none of that. I want to fuck you. If you do that, we’ll be so—oh, Christ, you’re good at that.”

His head slammed against the wall. His eyes closed tight. She sank over him like she was born to suck him off and his cock was the only sustenance in the world. He drove his fingers in the silk of her hair, so lost in her good loving he couldn’t tell if he was pulling her away from him or urging her onward.

“You taste so good, honey,” she crooned in between swipes, licking a corner of her mouth and cradling his cock between her beautiful breasts.

He tweaked a nipple. Then with his good hand, he grasped her arm to urge her up. “Get your ass up here and put that pussy over my dick before I spank you.”

Nibbling on her lower lip, she rose to her feet. Nimble as a dancer she positioned herself over his rod and slid down like a pro, taking him all the way inside her tight core.

She didn’t breathe. Her jaw dropping open, she froze there, eyes shut, her hands draped on his shoulders as if she had been suspended there, weightless.

He viewed her through the haze of his own rapture. She was his blonde goddess and he had brought her this. Why had he believed he couldn’t please her?

He’d told himself that myth to cover the hurt. His buddy’s widow, grieving and lost, had been off limits.

Just like me. Grieving and lost to any other woman.

But that was yesterday’s situation.
This loving is here and now and by god, I’m here to enjoy the hell out of her.
He rocked his shaft up into her core, his good hand able to cup her gorgeous face and smile at her as he pumped her.

Soon, she gasped in her next orgasm, grazing her nipples against his chest and thrilling him to the quick with her pussy convulsing in spasms of delight. Christ, the lady could squeeze him all night long.

He grinned at her. He’d make her come again. “Stand up.”

She growled so deeply that her whole body vibrated with her objection. “Don’t want to let you go.”

He found her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves, rolling it with the wealth of her juices, pinching her. “Stand up.”

She shot up from his lap so quickly, he grit his teeth at the sudden loss of her wet core. Regret took on new meaning.

But he anchored her with one hand on her hip, while he bent, laved her breast and stroked her clit. He loved that little button, by god, so plump that he could tease it easily.

She arched, spread her thighs and wailed like a cat as she came again.

Now he’d fuck her. Keep her. Brand her. “Lie down. Edge of the mattress.”

She scrambled to do his bidding. His siren gazed up at him from flat on her back, her pussy glistening in the moonlight, and damn if he wasn’t gonna give her all he had.

Careful to brace himself on his good hand, he sank his cock into her pussy in one glide. She was so slick he heard her liquid desire for him. Proud as a bull, he rammed her.

She came like a house on fire, her pussy squeezing his shaft until he didn’t know where he was, only that her cunt vibrated in rolling waves. He shot his wad, wild, spent. Shaken, still drilling into her in tremulous little quakes. She’d taken all of him and milked him to a hollow core.

Hating to leave her warmth, he pulled out. Then he crawled over her, careful to not crush her with his weight or aggravate his bad hand. He sought her mouth to kiss her and in silent praise, he told how he loved her. Always had.

****

Cass drifted up from a trance. Had she blanked out? Dreamt that bliss? She shifted on the mattress. Her thighs, her back said no. Her pussy pulsed in the aftermath of her orgasm. She smiled to herself.

The heat along her body meant that no, indeed, the man who had brought her this recent midnight delight was still here. Still hers. For now, with all the problems that engendered.