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
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
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