Chocolate Covered Billionaire Navy SEAL (4 page)

Fifteen minutes later, Stephanie walked out of Brock's bathroom into his bedroom towel drying her hair. She was wearing his gym shorts and a T-shirt and looked nothing short of spectacular as the accent of her full breasts and hard nipples shown through the thin cotton fabric.

Sitting at his desk and now dressed in dry sweats himself, he tore his eyes away from her chest. "Do you want something hot to drink?"

"No, thanks." She looked around his large room, impressed, taking in all the military awards and sports trophies. Noticing a picture on the dresser, she walked to it and picked it up. It was a picture of Connie and Brock from prom. She smiled. "That was a fun night."

"It was."

Holding the picture, she moved to the bed and sat down. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Connie told me that when you had sex that neither of you would let yourselves, you know, finish… that you were saving it for when you got married. Is that true?"

"Um, well. Yeah, it's true."

Puzzled, she shook her head. "How did you manage that?"

"I would just stop when I felt like I was going to… you know."

"That takes a lot of self-control. Some of the guys I know lose it before they even get your panties off."

They shared a chuckle.

Giving her a hesitant look, he said, "Eventually I had myself so conditioned that I never felt it coming on at all."

She looked at him impressed. "Wow. But then you'd go home and take care of it yourself, right?"

"No, I wouldn’t."

"Seriously?"

He nodded. "I've never…" After taking a deep breath, he looked away shyly and said softly, "I've actually never had an, uh… an orgasm."

"You mean with a girl, right?"

"No, I mean ever."

"No way."
She looked at him, shocked. "You do masturbate now don't you?"

"No. I was so used to not,
um, you know… that while Connie and I dated, I just never saw the need. I figured once I let myself have one it might open up the flood gates and then I wouldn't be able to stop when I was with her."

"That makes sense…" She raised her eyebrows. "I guess."

"And what about now with Marci… you guys are doing it aren’t you?"

He rolled his eyes. "I guess you could call it that."

"I tried, really, really hard to have one with her, but it just wouldn't happen. I think…" He glanced down to his lap. "I think I've totally screwed up everything down there."

"Wow." After glancing down to where he was looking, she lifted her eyes back to his face. "Does she have orgasms?"

"Constantly, yeah, constantly…" Shaking his head, he gave her wide-eyed look.

"Huh." She moved to the edge of the bed. "And she knows that you don't?"

"She asked me about it once, well, I mean she kinda got mad at me for not having one—so from then on I just started to fake them."

She scoffed. "You fake them?"

"Yeah, she's so wrapped up in her own that I barely even need to grunt or anything."

"Doesn't she notice that there's no mess or anything?"

He shook his head. "We use condoms."

"Hmm."
After processing that for a moment, she gave him a comforting nod.

She pulled her legs up on the bed, holding them at her knees. As the shorts tightened up around her shapely hips and female parts, Brock stole a quick, but comprehensive glance right between her legs before averting his eyes. "Wow, it's hot in here. Are you hot?"

She shook her head no. "So, it sounds like you two have some things to work out."

He nodded in agreement and his eyes dipped once again to her lady parts before he stared awkwardly at something on the wall above her head. Squirming uncomfortably in his seat, he said nervously, "And sometimes, it's like I'm not even there."

After following his gaze to where he was looking behind her, she turned back to him confused. Her eyes shot to his lap, where a sizeable bulge appeared. She gasped and her jaw fell open wide. When he finally noticed her expression, he looked down and quickly covered the problem area with both hands.

Her eyes shot up to his face then back to his hand-covered lap. "Oh wow, you're um…"

"Sorry, I guess it's all this sex talk."

"It's okay." Tearing her eyes away from him, she looked across the room as she returned her feet to the floor. "Maybe we should just talk about something else."

"Uh-huh." Nodding, he sat perfectly still, hoping his problem would soon disappear. "Sorry."

She waved her hand at him as if it were no big deal. "So did you and Marci set a date yet?"

"No and I think we actually broke up before I left."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe you'll get back together." Bending over, she placed her elbows on her knees, holding her chin in her hands and giving him a sympathetic look. The collar of her shirt opened up just enough for provide an unobstructed view of her gorgeous cleavage.

"Yeah," he replied, his eyes darting to her chest, away, then back once again. "We've, um, actually been through this before."

"But technically you are not together, right?" Her eyes returned to his lap, where the problem was now much, much worse.

"Shit." Grabbing a book from the desk, he held it to shield her view. "Oh man, I, uh… what did you say?"

"You… you are not together now, right?"

"Right."

With her eyes still locked on his lap and her mouth open wide, she whispered, "I think I can help you with your problem."

"Problem?"

She looked him in the eye and said, "I'm sure I can give you an orgasm."

"Okay, I, uh…" After swallowing hard, his eyes got really big.

"Yeah…" She nodded slowly, transfixed. "I don't think it's good for a guy your age to be holding back like that. I mean, it could probably be dangerous."

He exhaled deeply. "You could be right."

"Maybe I should at least take a look at it. I've got some experience with, uh—"

"Okay," he interrupted not needing to be asked twice and desperate to let the big boy breathe.

Licking her lips, she rose to her feet and headed toward him. She slipped to her knees, placed her hands on his thighs, gazing dreamily into his eyes. "Can I?"

He nodded in agreement.

She pulled the book from his hand and her eyes widened as she drank in his huge
sweatpant-covered erection. "Wow, I think this is more serious than I thought."

He simply watched her while struggling to breathe.

Taking hold of both sides of his sweatpants, she tugged them down as he lifted his hips off the chair exposing his white swollen boxer briefs. With her eyes still locked on his bulge, she took hold of his underwear and fought to pull them down. His mammoth throbbing manhood sprung up before her causing her to gasp. "Oh, Brock, Connie told me how big you were, but this is, I mean… I…"

Taking it in her hands, she held it gently as she studied it. Moving closer, she breathed in deeply through her nose. "Even
it
smells like white chocolate. Connie was right."

"She told you that?"

"Uh-huh."

With his jaw hanging open, he said, "I, uh, used to have this skin condition, but the, uh, special soap and lotion takes care of it."

"Oh that's good…" She nodded slowly as she ran her hands up and down his length. Looking him in the eye, she asked, "Ready?"

"Yeah," he murmured.

Slowly she leaned in, placing her lips on the bulbous head then letting her tongue linger on his skin. "Mmmm," she purred.

"Oh, God, Stephanie."

Wrapping her lips around him, she slipped down, taking him into her mouth.

"Oh, man…" He watched her, mesmerized.

After ten solid minutes of her expert world-class oral attention with no release in sight, she pulled up from him. Panting, she gazed at his glistening manhood admiringly. "You have the perfect penis."

"Thanks."

She narrowed her eyes, concerned. "Doesn't it feel good, when I do this?"

"Oh, yeah sure, but see I just can't have one."

"I'm not even warmed up yet." She grinned. With fire in her eyes, she went back to it. Taking more of him in her mouth, working faster, harder, using her fingers on places he never knew were even remotely part of the equation. After eight more minutes, he was teetering on the edge of climax. When he finally let go, he erupted with a loud scream. With his hands locked in a death-grip on the arms of the chair, he slumped back fighting to keep from stroking out as she kept going and going over him.

With his semen falling from her lips, she lifted up running her tongue around her mouth.  "You, uh…" After taking a moment to catch her breath, she continued, "You taste just like white chocolate
, too."

"Really?"
His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest and his erection held steadfast as he looked down to her in wholehearted appreciation.

"Yeah."
Spotting more of his sweet nectar, she moved down to him, lifting it off with her tongue and savoring it in her mouth. "You really do."

"Wow, I guess I do eat a lot of it." He shrugged. "I didn't realize that it could make it taste like that."

Licking her lips, she gave him a suggestive look. "Do you think you could make some more?"

"Um, probably."

Quickly she went back to work over him. Slamming his head back against the chair, he looked toward the ceiling as she got her second wind. Nearly three minutes later, he made more, a lot more.

When she was done with him, he guided her lips to his and they kissed. Pulling back, he said, "Wow I really do taste like white chocolate."

"It's incredible." She smiled.

Scooping her up under her rear end, he moved to the edge of the chair and kissed her more deeply. Moving his lips to her neck, he sucked at her flesh there. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck running her fingers through his hair. He lifted her shirt up over her breasts and drank in her body. "Oh, Stephanie, I, I…"

Lifting her higher, he took a nipple in his mouth and tenderly sucked it while his hands cupped her ass. She slammed her eyes shut and wrapped her legs around him. Rising from the chair carrying her like she weighed nothing at all, he placed his lips between her breasts and nibbled on her skin.

"Oh, Brock," she moaned.

He made his way to the bed and gently placed her down. She smiled up to him sweetly as he gazed down to her wearing a serious expression. "I want, I…"

"What is it?"

"I want, no…" He narrowed his eyes. "I need to be inside of you."

Closing her eyes, she gasped.

"Now… I need you now."

"Yes, Brock, Yes."

Reaching down, he took hold of her shorts, pulled them off her hips and down her legs then tossed them to the floor. He pulled his shirt off and she gasped as her eyes traveled over his chiseled chest and ten-pack abs.

After pulling off his sweatpants and boxer briefs, he leaned over her pressing his rock hard chest into her soft breasts. He kissed her slowly at first then their tongues
met, his sliding into her mouth then back for hers to follow. His huge erection pressed firmly at her entrance.

Staring deeply into her eyes, be moved forward, sliding inside her juicy folds, all at once filling her completely.

"Oh, Brock," she whispered with her eye lids fluttering.

Closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around him as he drove his length in and nearly all the way out of her. It went on and on as sweat pooled on his brow. Driving
into her fully, he held still, kissing her tenderly. When he pulled up, he shook his head, determined and started moving inside of her again. "I want to make you cum now."

She nodded, breathlessly. "Do it harder
, Brock."

Faster and faster he pumped inside of her until suddenly with her climax nearly upon her, she pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around him and holding him tight. He pushed into her as hard as he could.

She breathed in deeply and gasped. She curled her hips downward; his shaft now stimulated her sensitive spot completely. The first wave thundered through her loins, her mouth opened wide and she let out a barely audible cry.

He kept driving into her, straining, pumping, sweat dripping from his forehead as he fought to reach his third climax. Spreading her legs wide, she wrapped her hands under her knees pulling them even further apart as he kept going and going. With his face contorting and all his energy focused, he pushed over the edge, crying out loudly before slumping over her panting with his heart beating hard and fast.

The next morning when Brock woke, he felt Stephanie's warm body next to his. Turning to her, he found her still asleep. He lifted the covers and studied her remarkable nude body. Smiling and shaking his head, his mind raced with thoughts of the company, Marci, Connie and the amazing night he'd just spent with Stephanie. He didn't want to leave the room, the bed, her side; he never wanted it to end. He leaned in close to her, breathed in her sweet scent and kissed her shoulder.

Groaning, she opened her eyes and smiled. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Just looking at you."

"What time is it?"

"I don't know. I don't care." He shook his head. Running a finger gently over the nape of her neck, he asked, "Do you want to go to dinner later?"

As he caressed her skin, she stretched languidly then moved closer to him and placed a kiss on his chest. "Yes."

Grinning, he wrapped his arms around her and turned onto his back, easily taking her along for the ride. As her tiny body moved with him, he slid his hands down to her ass.

She groaned. "Oh, Brock." And it was on…

Four orgasms and ninety minutes later, after dropping Stephanie off at her house, Brock was headed to the plant when his cell phone rang. After checking the display, he cringed, then took a deep breath before answering the call, "Hey, Marci, I'm just on—"

"Brock, I, oh my God, Brock," Marci said loudly. "Where have you been? I've been trying to call you."

"I was, uh… What? Why?"

"My father, he's in the hospital."

"What happened?"

"He was on the golf course and just collapsed. They think it's a heart attack."

"Marci, what do you—
"

"I'm so sorry that we had a fight. I was being a total bitch. Can you come to the hospital? I need you."

"Yeah, sure. On my way."

The moment Marci spotted Brock enter the emergency waiting room, she rose to her feet and rushed into his arms. Grabbing on tight, she wouldn't let him go. "This can't be happening. He's too young."

"He's going to be okay," Brock assured her.

"I love you." She pulled back from him and looked him in the eye. "Thank you for coming. I'm sorry about the other day. If daddy dies, I'm… I'm going to be all alone."

Feeling her shake in his arms, he gave her a comforting look. "I'm here. I know he's going to be fine."

She nodded and wrapped her arms around him again. In the center of the crowded room, he closed his eyes and let the guilt wash all over him.

A nurse called out, "Miss Scaggs?"

Marci turned. "Yes."

"You can see him now."

Rushing toward the door, Marci pulled Brock behind her.

The nurse said, "Only family can come back."

"This is my fiancé."

"Sorry Miss Scaggs, but he's not immediate family."

Marci rolled her eyes. "Do you know who I am?"

"What?" The nurse gave her a quizzical look.

"My father donated a lot of money to this hospital. You'd better back off or I'll have you fired."

Brock leaned close to Marci. "Look, I can wait out here."

"No, I need you with me right now."

Turning back to the nurse, Marci shook her head. "He's coming with me, call security. Go ahead knock yourself out."

As Marci pulled Brock past the nurse, he gave her an apologetic look.

More than two hours later Brock and Marci sat near Walton Scagg's bedside. After suffering a heart attack, he remained unconscious while everyone awaited the results of his tests. Marci held her father's hand as Brock looked solemnly over her shoulder.

She turned to Brock. "First my mother dies and now this. How am I supposed to deal with this?"

"He's a strong guy." Giving her a confident look, he shook his head. "He's not going anywhere."

"I heard about this thing where when one parent dies
, the other kinda gives up and… and…" Sobbing, she couldn't finish her thought.

Brock reached out to her and gently placed his hand under her chin lifting it until her eyes met his. "Don't worry."

She rose up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hold me."

After a few moments, she pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes. "I missed you so much."

"Yeah, I uh…" he stammered.

"While you were gone I got a call from The
Lindenthope Mansion." She moved from him and retrieved her purse.

"What's that?"

"It’s gorgeous. I've always dreamed of having my wedding reception there."

"They called… Why?" He shifted uneasily from side to side.

"I put our names on a waiting list." She pulled a brochure from her purse and handed it to him. "It usually takes like two years, but they had a cancellation. July 15th is open and I put down a deposit. I hope you don't mind."

"What?" His eyes glazed over as he pretended to focus on the brochure. "No, I, uh—"

"So it's set. We'll get married next July. Oh, I love you." Returning to him, she hugged him tight. "I love you so much."

"Marci, wait, I…" Brock began, stopping suddenly when he spotted Walton open his eyes. "He's awake."

She turned to her father and smiled. "Daddy?"

Walton's eyes drifted closed and he fought to open them again. He whispered slowly, "Marci, hey… what's going on?"

"You had a heart attack. You're in the hospital. Everything's going to be okay."

"I, uh, feel…" Walton began, his words trailing off as his eyes closed.

"You don’t have to talk." Taking his hand, she stoked it gently. "Look, Brock's here."

Brock said, "Sir."

Walton opened his eyes, nodding toward Brock.

Marci said, "Don't worry about anything dad. I'm not leaving you."

"Good," Walton said before letting out a shallow breath and closing his eyes.

"Daddy?"

Pulled from sleep, Walton's eyelids fluttered. "Yes, angel."

"Brock and I set a date. We're getting married." Turning to Brock, she beamed. Brock returned half a smile and a nod before letting out a nearly inaudible sigh.

"That's wonderful," Walton murmured.

Returning her attention to her father, she squeezed his hand.
"July, daddy. You're going to get better. You're going to walk me down the aisle."

"Yes." Walton gave them half a smile

Suddenly, Brock's cell phone rang. With Marci glaring at him, he pulled it from his pocket.

Glancing at the screen, he saw it was Stephanie. His eyes widened and he clicked a button to ignore the call.

"Who was it?" Marci asked.

"It's, uh, just work," he stammered.

When she returned her attention to her father, Brock turned off his phone, closed his eyes and held his forehead in both hands.