Hot SEALs: Through Her Eyes (5 page)

Wolf didn’t need another prod. With her clutched tightly against him, he strode through the living room, straight to the stairs. He didn’t care who poked a head out a bedroom door—hell, his friends could stand around the bed because all he’d know, all he’d see, was the woman whose sensuality reminded him he was alive. Once he was deep inside her, nothing of the darkness that had filled his thoughts for months would last—not against the brilliance of this passion.

He stepped into his bedroom and kicked backward to shut the door. Three more long strides and he crawled onto the mattress, scooting her along with him. Another second, and he gripped her hips and sank deep inside.

She tossed her phone to the carpeted floor and wound her arms around him.

As her channel rippled around him, inviting him deeper, he had a moment of clarity. “Fuck!”

“No,” she said when he went still.

“Condom.”

“Fuck it. I’m safe.”

“I’m safe. Shit.” He gritted his teeth and began to pull free.

But she sank her nails into his buttocks. “No,” she whispered, then kissed his chin, his mouth. Her tongue slid between his lips and stroked his.

He groaned again and sucked on it, before pulling back his head. “You’re crazy. You don’t know me.”

“Buff, lean, short hair, so strong—fuck that turns me on. Military, right?” She peppered his cheeks and mouth with little kisses and pumped her hips upward, while a tremor shook the length of her body.

God, he felt it shiver right through him. No, he was quivering, too. “Ex-Navy. Your point?” he said, cradling her head to hold it still while he pressed another kiss on her lips and then nuzzled her cheek.

“They check you for shit. Physicals.”

“No STDs, but you could get pregnant.” He bit her lower lip because she was squeezing her inner muscles around him, and he was about to lose it.

“Om Ph-ill,” she said, the words garbled.

He let go of her lip and laughed. “Still not smart.” But he shook his head. Who was he kidding? No way in hell would he pull free now. “All right. Fuck it.”

“Fuck it,” she said, grinning and nodding. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, baby. With pleasure.” Wolf slipped his arms around her, fitting their bodies together as tightly as he could, and then he flexed his buttocks and drove deep.

Her pussy, her soft body, her sweet sigh…were heaven. Just what he’d needed. More than he could have prayed for. Smart and funny. A smokin’ hot body and face. A sexual appetite that just might match his.

Maybe after he’d had her for a week, for a hundred fucks, then maybe he’d believe he could let her go.

WHAT HAD STARTED as sexy fun for Piper quickly became intense and complicated. Like the steady thrusts delivered by the powerful dude
who now quivered over her
. He wouldn’t last long, she knew it. Saw it in the corded muscles of his jaw. But she didn’t really care. She was right there. Ready. Primed by her imagination, by their dirty game, by his intensity.

He held her close, so close she could feel his heart beat against her chest. Their bodies writhed together, her breasts flush against him, her legs clamping tightly around his hips as he surged into her, his cock grinding against sensitive nerves inside her channel and her rigid clit. Even their faces touched, every single moment, cheeks rubbing, lips sliding then connecting. This fuck was more
personal
than anything she’d ever experienced, and the intimacy scared her just a little. Which oddly shot her arousal through the stratosphere.

“Jesus,” he whispered in her ear before her bit her lobe. “I want to crawl right inside your body. You feel so fucking good—
hot, tight
.”

“You’re there. All the way up. And I’m close,” she said, nipping his shoulder. “Don’t wait on me.”

Huffing out a hot breath, he gave her a long glide, then several shorter, sharper thrusts. “I wanted to do everything right. Had it planned in my head—all the things I’d do.”

“We’ve got a week,” she said, clawing at his back then pinching the muscles framing his spine. “Give it to me hard.” She scissored her legs, sliding her calves along his sweaty skin, trying to climb him, trying to pump her hips to urge him to move faster, harder.

He pulled his arms free, then grabbed hers, sliding his hands until he manacled her wrists and drew her arms high above her head. “Loosen your legs, baby. Let me move.”

Ooh, I like how growly his voice is
. She opened them wide, toes curling, as he got his knees beneath him and began to power into her body.

Inside, her channel convulsed, rippling along his big shaft. Pleasure curled in her womb, tightening, tightening…

She gasped, and then let out a cry as he pounded her. A wave of ecstasy stole her breath and her mind, and she thrashed her head, side to side, mewling, powerless to hold back a satiated sound or hide her pleasured expression.

His features were taut, eyes glittering, and then he bared his teeth and threw back his head as he gave her two more powerful strokes then held still, his cock erupting against her cervix.

Gasping, she felt the flood of their mixed fluids fill her, nearly scalding as it gushed. He slowed his motions, but continued to rock his upper torso, relaxing and sinking her into the bed.

At last, they rested. Done in. Breaths rasping from opened mouths. She drew a deep breath through her nostrils, loving the scent of sex and his musk. She licked his neck, taking his salty taste into her mouth, before she glided her cheek there and cuddled closer.

When his hips stopped moving, he cradled her butt in his hands and raised his head. “We should sleep.”

“We should.”
Maybe so I can process what I’m feeling
. But already, her pussy squeezed around him, instinctively holding him inside her body, wanting him close.

He rolled to his side, keeping their bodies locked.

Letting out a sigh, she rested her head on his well-toned bicep.

With a fingertip, he slid a lock of a hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. Then his gaze bored into hers. “Spend the week with me.”

Piper thought about her op. There wasn’t anything to do other than clean house—
House Rule #2
, according to Alana’s scribbled list. But her remaining time, as she and Calvin waited for their mark to drop in, was hers to do with what she pleased—so long as she didn’t lose the essential tether of the cell phone. “I’ve nothing better to do,” she said, smiling as she ran a hand over his shoulder.

He gave a grunt. “Then it’s settled.”

She slid a thigh over his hip. “You said you’ve been thinking of all the things you wanted to do. Is it like a wish list?”

His mouth stretched. “More like a To Do list I have to check off.”

“Been thinking about that list long?”

“Since I met you.”

A thrill went through her. “So, it’s specific…to me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She liked the way his eyelids dipped when he said that. His nostrils flared again. And deep inside, his cock had begun to thicken and pulse against her walls. “Want to share a few of those items?”

He placed a palm alongside her cheek and rubbed the pad of a thumb over her bottom lip. “You’re free to tell me to skip to the next thing if you’re not comfortable…”

“Try me.”
Where had this inner tramp come from? Fuck, it was him!

“I want to make you come with my mouth.”

She already knew how well he kissed so… Her pussy retracted, pulling on his cock. The instant quirk of his eyebrows said he’d noticed.

“I want to bend you over a tall stack of pillows and lick and finger your pussy and your asshole.”

She drew in a sharp breath, her automatic response an emphatic
no
, but she bit her lip to hold it back. For him, she’d be willing to experiment, to explore a bit of naughtiness.

“I want to blindfold you, and then have my way with you.”

“That’s rather vague,” she said breathlessly, but her imagination spun with all sorts of acts.

“Then how will I surprise you?”

Normally, she hated surprises, but the way he studied her expression, perhaps waiting for her to disappoint him, kept her from snorting. She narrowed her gaze, but didn’t refuse.

“How about you? Anything you want?”

She drew a slow breath while she held his gaze. “Once I saw a Kama Sutra illustration. The woman bent at the waist with fingers touching the floor, while her standing lover fucked her from behind.”

He laughed. “Can I add ties to your wrists and your ankles and give you a spanking first?”

Fluid oozed from inside her. “Feel that?” she whispered.

“Must have been a yes,” he said softly, leaning closer to press his mouth against hers.

His kiss was addictive. All she needed to reawaken her hormones. She made a mewing sound against his lips and pressed closer, gripping his ears to make sure he didn’t pull away too quickly. His lips, his tongue,
fuck, his teeth
—he used everything to show her how he’d make love to her body. Only when she needed air did she let him go.

He rolled them, coming over her, and then straddled her waist. “Put your hands behind your head.”

“Gonna frisk me?”

“Not a cop, but I don’t want any interference. Let me play, baby.”

Again, that sweet name
. Unable to hide a shiver, she cupped her hands beneath her head and looked up at him. Both his chest and his abdomen were so well defined—sweat-slick muscles gleaming, shadowed indentions defining each. His cock was already fully erect and lying on her belly. As she looked at his fat cockhead, she licked her lips. “I want to add something to my list.”

“Tell me.”

“I want you lubed and sliding between my tits. Then I want to finish you inside my mouth.”

His breath hissed between his teeth. “Does it count if those acts are on my list, too?”

Absolute heaven
. She laughed. “Better get started.”

“No time to waste.” He scooted down her body, his thighs clamping around hers.

When she saw his head level with her breasts, she could hardly breathe.

“We’ve fucked twice.”

“Once and an almost,” she quipped.

He narrowed his gaze. “I have yet to play with your tits. But I’ve been thinking about them. That skimpy top you wore to the barbeque was a deliberate tease.”

Ah, he noticed
. “I could almost feel your gaze licking between them.”

“This will be so much better.” With his elbows planted, he plumped her breasts high and kissed the tops, licked the undersides, but completely avoided her tightly beaded tips.

“Who’s the tease now?” Her pulse raced. She groaned as his grip hardened.

“Too much?” he asked.

“I like them tortured,” she said, her jaw tightening as he gave her a rough massage, rolling them together and apart. Finally, his thumbs rasped the tips, and then pressed harder, digging into them.

The pain was so acute, so pleasurable another gush of fluid leaked from inside her. Then his thumbnails bit into her areolas and she undulated her belly, needing to move, but she was trapped. His head lowered to one ripened peak, and she whimpered even before he stuck out his tongue and flicked the bead again and again.

Piper wanted so badly to pluck the other tip with her fingers, give it a good pinch to double the pleasure his mouth gave. But he beat her to it, and his fingers weren’t gentle, pinching hard and pulling, then letting her breast bounce back.

Wolf repeated it several times, until she couldn’t help rolling her head side-to-side, couldn’t stop from jerking her hips beneath him. He moved to the other breast and latched his mouth around the over-sensitized areola and sucked so hard her toes curled and her eyes shut tight. “Oh-oh-oh!” Then he pulled back and let her nipple slide free, and she fell back, delirious with pleasure and a sudden intake of oxygen.

He kissed one tip, then the other, then gave her a heavy-lidded stare. “Wish I had clamps. I’d screw them on tight and leave them there for a bit. Bet I could make you come with one skinny finger fucking you.”

“Since you don’t have a skinny finger, we’ll never know.” His one-sided grin tugged a lazy smile from her. “Guess I shouldn’t dare you when I’m dying for you to get busy somewhere else.”

“Think you know what I’ll do next?”

“A girl can have dreams.”

“I’d hate to be too predictable. You’d get bored.”

“Baby, I’m not bored. What I am is very, very wet,” she whispered and gave him a slow, sexy eye blink.

He sighed and nudged his thighs between hers, opening her legs. “Hand me those pillows.”

Piper blew a stream of air between her pursed lips. Her groin was nearly cramping from tightening so hard. She reached and snagged both thick pillows and handed them to Wolf, then planted her feet in the mattress and lifted her hips high as he bunched them under her hips.

Several moments passed as he arranged her legs, knees bent and widespread, her pussy tilted just so.

He took so long, she knew he was enjoying staring at her open sex. “Take a picture,” she muttered.

With a gentle caress, he touched the edge of one thin, inner lip. “Do you know these look like a flower? An orchid, I think.

“They stick out,” she said, wrinkling her nose. He would have to focus on a part of her anatomy that bothered her.

“Can you feel them when you walk or sit?”

How does he know?
She watched his expression for a reaction. “Sometimes, I guess.”

“Does the pressure turn you on?”

“Probably in the same way your cock does when it rubs against your pants.”

“Huh.” He fingered the edges again. “It’s pretty—your cunt. I want to suck on it for a long time.”

He’d said the “C” word, something she’d have taken offense with any other man, but he said the epithet so matter-of-factly, and his expression was nearly reverent as he feathered her
cunt
, she didn’t mind one bit. “I want you to suck it, too, but
not
for a long time.”

His hands caressed her inner thighs and pushed, widening her again. “I can see inside you. I can see your asshole. Do you know what I’m going to do?”

A burning sensation attacked her eyes. She’d have refused anyone else. She loved sex, fucking, but some acts were too intimate. Her insides quaked at the idea. “You want to touch me there.”

“I want to do more than that. But I’m getting ahead of myself.”

“That freaking list.” She forced a teasing note into her voice.

“Tell me you wouldn’t be disappointed if I wasn’t so single-minded.”

Piper gave a laugh that was close to a sob, but she stretched out her arms to either side, signaling her surrender, and then watched as he again moved downward, resting on his elbows as he fingered her labia—outer and inner, stroking up and down her waxed-bare lips. She couldn’t help the involuntary clenching of her entrance when he lowered his head and licked between her tender folds.

His tongue glided from the bottom to the top, fluttering on her clit, before he gave her another long stroke. He did this several times, and she found it oddly soothing. But then he hooked a finger in her entrance and tugged downward, and forked fingers above her clit and pulled upward. Without moving, he waited as chilled air wafted over her wet sex, cooling her hot flesh, teasing her hard knot.

Then he bent and licked her bared clit, and she nearly came out of her skin, because he did it with a dry tongue, and the scrape was more than she could take.