Badass: A Stepbrother SEAL Romance (4 page)

I dropped to my knees, both willing and excited. He had a bit of a dominant sexual thing going, and I liked it. I took his balls in one hand and his cock in the other and brought him toward my lips. I teased him by taking him in slowly—just the tip of my tongue at first on the head and a couple of circles around the rim. I felt him grip my hair and shove my face harder against his pelvis. Again, his roughness made my pussy weep. I liked this game. I liked that he was arrogant and a pain in the ass. I don’t know why, but it just crazy turned me on.

I took his length deep into my mouth and sucked him hard. He groaned. I reached around with one hand and dug my nails into his buttocks as hard as I could. He could be rough? Well, so could I. I tongued and sucked and almost gagged when he drove in deeper than I was used to. He was so damn big.

I got control of my breathing and sped up, wondering if I could make him come. I wanted to. But I also wanted to tease him. I jerked my lips off him and leaned back. I might be on my knees, but I felt powerful. “Not so fast, big guy. Let’s see how long you can stretch this out.”

Unlike some guys he didn’t look irritated—instead he laughed and hugged me to his thighs for a second. “You got it, babe.” He lifted me right up off the floor and laid me backwards on the bed, with my legs hanging off the edge. Then he dropped to his knees between my thighs and returned the favor.

In keeping with his “slow and smooth,” he started at my ankle and kissed and licked his way up my leg, my knee, my inner thigh. Just as I was arching my pelvis toward his maddening mouth, he chuckled and ducked down to the ankle of my other leg. He pursued a similar path, with the added variation of giving me light—oh so devilishly light—caresses between my legs with his fingers.

“Oh my God,” I muttered, along with similar exclamations. But no way was I shouting out his name. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of meeting that cocky prediction. I didn’t have much trouble keeping my noises inarticulate.

When he finally tongued my clit, I was so close to the edge that I could barely keep from spinning out of control. And I’m usually so much
in
control. Shane was unleashing feelings in me that were typically contained and private.

I was on the edge when he pulled back and flipped me over onto my stomach, so my knees were on the floor and my upper body sprawled crosswise on the rumpled bed. I heard the sound of a condom wrapper ripping, then his fingers again thrusting inside me. “Such a sexy ass,” he crooned, rubbing me while I flexed the muscles there. “I’m gonna remember this fine ass for a long time to come.”

Then he lifted me slightly and drove his cock into me from behind. I felt my pussy clench as he filled me…so full, so sweet. He got one of his hands under me and strummed my clit as he pumped into me. I saw stars. He pounded against me and I pressed just as hard back at him, flying high. “Come for me, princess.” He did something amazing with his fingers on my swollen clit. Then he added wickedly, “Say my name.”

I nearly did. But I was face down on the mattress and thankful for the folds of the sheet that gagged me enough to prevent it. I keened instead as my entire body soared into climax.

He was right behind me, and, in a way, I won. Because it was he who groaned, “Fuck, Cassie, fuck!” as he went rigid with his own orgasm.

I didn’t tease him about the name thing, though. I was too dizzy with delight. My body kept vibrating and the pulses in my core went on and on. I couldn’t remember any time when I’d been so thoroughly pleasured. I felt as if I was glowing from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Wow, this guy might be every kind of arrogant jerk, but he sure knew what he was doing in bed.

Chapter 6—Shane

I glanced down at Cassie’s naked ass, plump, juicy, wide hips. Perfection. Since this was officially my last night of freedom, I planned to throw down a few more rounds with her before I kissed her goodbye. The night was still young.

“Put your clothes on, babe.”

“You told me to stay naked? Are you kicking me out already?”

“You’re not going anywhere until I say so. Let’s get some food.”

“You’re taking me to dinner?”

“No, princess, I’m not taking you to dinner. I’m grabbing a bite to eat and you’re coming with me because I’m not through with you yet. I’ve worked up an appetite from that dive, and from fucking your sweet pussy.” This wasn’t a date—it was a hookup. I wasn’t cheap, but she wasn’t my girl, she would never be. Before this weekend was over, I’d be on the other side of the world. But at least for tonight, she’d be mine.

She dressed quickly, and we left my apartment. She started walking ahead to my bike, but I put my arm around her and led her into the greasy bar next to my place.

The waiter knew me and waved. I sat in the closest booth. When the waitress came by, I ordered a burger and a craft beer, Cassie ordered a quesadilla and a glass of Malbec.

Her eyes studied the bar the same way she had studied my apartment, no doubt doing some type of character profile of me. This place was a dump—classic dive, pool tables and an old school jukebox. A far cry from the bass-heavy dance clubs just a few blocks away, close to the beach.

We sat in awkward silence. Luckily the classic rock jams were loud enough to provide a perfect excuse for our lack of conversation.

When we finished eating, I threw down money for the bill.

She stood up. “Thanks. I guess I’m gonna go.”

“You’re not going anywhere but back to my place.”

I grabbed her, and kissed her on the lips. A long, deep kiss. My arms squeezing her ass.

Once outside, I pinned her on the side of the building, my cock pressing against her warmth. “Can you handle another round?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

God, I loved that she said please. Within a few minutes we were back at my place. This time, she was less nervous. She stroked me above my jeans. Her fingernails were short, not painted. The kind that spent their days in salt water, not in nail salons. She was beautiful, naturally pretty. Most of the chicks I fucked in San Diego were bleached blond with fake tits, fake nails, fake lives. Though they were technically enrolled in school they barely attended class, never worked and instead chose to spend their days at the beach and their nights at the clubs. It was refreshing to meet a girl who was passionate about something other than having a good time.

Even so, Cassie sure knew how to have a good time. She was incredible in bed. She seemed to love sex, to enjoy pleasing me, and to be confident enough to tell me what she wanted. I loved it. With one arm I lifted her to me, wrapped her legs around my waist and placed her on the top of my sofa.

I peeled her jean shorts off, ripping her black panties off with my teeth. Her hair was neat and trimmed into a perfect triangle. Her lips were soft, pink, and swollen. I knelt on the cushion, and drove my face into her pussy.

“Yes, please!”

She gasped as I began to lick her, focusing first on her lips, then her beautiful clit. I showered her with kisses, probing her with my fingers. I took off the top and she started rubbing her nipples. “Ohmygod. Please don’t stop.”

My tongue lashed at her, my fingers circling her clit. She reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling me into her pussy. I let her use my tongue however she wanted. She pressed herself deep into me, moaning, biting her lip.

“Baby, you taste so fucking sweet. Come in my fucking mouth.” I reached my free hand to her round ass, squeezing it. Her breath hitched, her back arched, and her belly quivered.

I couldn’t get enough of her. Her tanned thighs wrapped around my face as her moans quickened, until her hips jerked. Her hair thrashed around, her nipples hardened.

“Oh, yes! I’m gonna come.”

I buried my tongue in her pussy, lapping at her. She tasted incredible. The more I licked, the more she moaned, until she let out a final scream. She collapsed on the sofa, and I held her in my arms, her pussy still pulsating.

She was now grinning. I took a moment to appreciate how beautiful she was. How lucky I was to have her as my last girl before I deployed.

After a few minutes, she rolled over on my lap, pulled my pants down, and released my cock.

“It’s your turn. Let me return the favor.”

I relaxed back and she stroked my cock. Her mouth widened over the head and she took in my full length. Her tongue flicked around my tip as she sucked harder, deeper.

“That’s it, baby. Suck me hard.”

She obeyed my order. Sucking, stroking. Her eyes looked up at me and she gave me a wicked smile that almost put me over the edge.

My hand reached around the back of her head, and I touched the nape of her neck. Pulling her into me, forcing her to take me deeper. She didn’t let up, her tongue flicked around my head, her throat took me deep, her lips created a tight seal around my width.

I could go on like this forever. But I pulled out of her mouth. “I want to watch you ride me.”

I dashed to get a condom, and when I returned, she was sitting on the edge the couch, legs spread.

I kissed her neck, her small but soft breasts. Everything about her was perfect.

“Please don’t make me wait.”

Yes, ma’am. I flipped her on her back and climbed on top of her. One slow thrust into her tight pussy. I wanted to savor this moment, remember every second of being inside of her. She gasped, her pussy clenching around me. I held her hips up with my hand, making sure to take her deep. Harder, faster, I was almost there, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

I turned her around, and I sat upright on the couch, positioning her body on top of mine. I pulled her down on my cock.

“Ohmygod. Yes, like this.”

I let her control the rhythm, one hand on her ass, my mouth sucking on her nipples. Her hips swiveled around my cock, clenching, pulsating. I pressed her deep and held her still for a moment.

I stared deep into her eyes, dying to connect with her. By this time tomorrow, I’d be heading to the danger zone, maybe on a one-way ticket. I hated to think about it, but this could be the last time I ever had sex. For once, for a fleeting moment, I wondered what it would be like if someone missed me while I was gone.

She tossed back her hair, thrashing down on me. She was so close, she bit her bottom lip, her eyes were hooded.

“Ohhh, yes don’t stop, yes!”

She was right on the edge so I sucked on her nipples hard.

“Fuck, Cassie.” We came together, but she wasn’t done. I cradled her through another orgasm, mesmerized by her beautiful body.

She collapsed on me and whipped back her head. I kissed her and pulled the hair out of her eyes.

We both remained silent for a few minutes. I pulled on my clothes, headed to the bathroom to throw out the condom, then came back, careful not to sit next to her. Though I could fuck her all night, I had to pack and report to the base by six.

She must’ve sensed that I wanted her to leave. She gathered her clothes and headed to the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later.

After a few more awkward moments of silence, she shrugged her shoulders and scribbled something on a notepad I had on the counter in the kitchen.

“I left my number, just in case you want to tour the aquarium.”

I gave her a reassuring head nod. “Thanks.” I had no intention of calling her, ever.

She swallowed hard, her shoulders slumped. “Okay, I’m gonna go. There’s a cab outside that bar next door. It was nice meeting you.”

“Bye, Cassie.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek and an extra long hug—it was the least I could do so she didn’t go home feeling like a slut.

One final glance at her sweet ass as she walked out my door and I knew I’d never see her again.

I collapsed on to my bed, the sheets smelled sweet and salty, like she had. She hadn’t held back, a perfect memory, a perfect night. Special Forces still didn’t have women in our units so I wouldn’t taste another pussy until I returned stateside.

Cassie was different than anyone I’d been with—she dropped hints that she was a daddy’s girl, rich and educated, and completely out of my league. It was cool that she was a marine biologist, even if she was stupid enough to try to save that sea lion. Older guys on the Teams always told us to only date women who had an interest in something other than SEALs, that way the girlfriends would keep busy and wouldn’t cheat while we were gone. Well, in all fairness she was interested in seals, but the kind that had flippers instead of tridents.

It didn’t matter. She was gone, I was about to be gone. By the time I returned, she would forget all about the guy who blackmailed her into having sex with him.

This blissful moment we shared. For all I knew, tomorrow another guy could fuck her. Hell, she could even have a boyfriend.

Unfortunately for me, the image of her ass as I took her from behind, the sensation of her tight pussy pulsating around my cock, and the scent of her hair brushing against my chest as she rode me would have to last me a long time.

Chapter 7—Cassie

He didn’t call. Or text. Or make any attempt to arrange another hookup. I hated, absolutely hated, that this bothered me.

I don’t know what I’d expected.

The guy was a jerk. So what if he’d been good in bed. Good, if you like crude. If you like rough. If you like filthy descriptions of everything you’re doing, like a play-by-play commentary. That’s probably exactly how he saw it—sports sex. He’d have liked it even better if it had happened in that sleazy dive he’d dragged me to because fucking made him hungry. Maybe on the pool table with the Big Game on the wide screen TV.

And he’d been so arrogant. “I know, princess, you just can’t help yourself, can you? No way to argue with the best sex of your life.”

Prick.

And yeah, it had been good sex. Okay, great sex. Okay, I had come more than once. More than twice. I wasn’t going to count these things, dammit.

But at least I had never screamed out his name.

I did kinda know where it had gone wrong. But not because I’d gone over every single word that had been said between us a few hundred times! I was pretty sure he’d iced over when I’d told him about my father being a professor. I never should have mentioned the sailboat, either. That had probably come across as bragging or something. Not that I’d meant to brag. It wasn’t my boat. I didn’t even like to be out on it anymore. It reminded me too much of my mother.