by Hamel, B. B.
“It’s hard to understand,” he says. “You’re surrounded by your brothers but we’re all so isolated. We live in this tiny little bubble out there and the only thing we can think about is surviving the next mission.”
“Must be hard.”
“It’s hard,” he says simply and stops talking for a little bit.
I can tell he’s struggling so I decide to turn off the recorder. “Let’s take a break.”
He frowns. “I didn’t even tell the fun stories.”
“You can tell them later.” I go over and sit down next to him. “I don’t mean to push you.”
“We’re just talking.” He sighs, shaking his head. “Sorry if I seem distracted, it’s just…”
“Just, what?”
He seems like he wants to say something but instead he leans forward, takes me by the hair, and kisses me.
I didn’t expect it, and I told myself I’d avoid it, but as soon as his lips press against mine I know I’m completely done for. It’s like a tidal wave washing over me and I know I need to give in to it or risk getting washed out to sea.
He pulls me close and I straddle him, cursing myself inwardly for being so weak. I groan as I push my hips down against his, grinding myself against him. I’m wearing a skirt and there’s only a pair of black panties between my wet pussy and his jeans.
He bites my lip, hand in my hair, smirk on his lips. “Is this why you wanted to do it during a work day?” he asks softly. “Get paid to let me fuck you?”
“No,” I whispers as he kisses my neck. “I want to keep it professional.”
“You’re doing a great job so far.”
I go to struggle away but he holds me tight. “You’re the one that kissed me, asshole.”
He grins and kisses me again. I push against him but he holds me tight, turning suddenly, pushing me down into the futon. I feel him spread my legs and I gasp as he pins me there.
“I shouldn’t do this,” I whisper. “We should get the interview done.”
“Fuck the interview. Make it up.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You heard the stories last night. Just tell them again.”
I shake my head but he’s kissing my neck and his hand is pushing up my skirt. He finds my pussy and I feel a low rumble in his chest, a little growling grunt of pleasure when he feels how soaking wet I am. I groan and roll my hips as he teases my clit with his fingers.
I groan and he moves down between my legs, pushing them apart. He moves my hands above my head and holds them there before kissing me and moving back down. I keep my hands up as his tongue and lips kiss my pussy over my panties at first, teasing me, then pushing them aside.
He licks me top to bottom, spreading my lips and lapping up my clit. I moan and roll my hips, needing every touch, every caress. His lips and tongue feel so good I can barely breathe. I grab his hair and groan, losing myself, losing the battle with my desire to try and keep things professional.
I think we’re way past that point now anyway.
He tongues me, lapping me up. “You taste good,” he growls. “I think about this every day, you know that? When I was up on that stage last night, I was picturing you naked. I was half hard the whole time.”
“No, you weren’t,” I gasp.
“I was, just thinking about your body against mine. Picturing this wet pussy wrapped around my cock drives me goddamn wild, Lily. You know that?”
“Oh, god,” I whisper as he slides two fingers deep inside me. He’s so handsome, so tempting. I should be running away.
Instead, I grab his hair and push him back between my legs.
He licks and sucks me with a growl. I moan and roll my hips, pleasure making me forget everything else. He keeps going, pushing me, working me. I gasp and arch my back as his fingers hit my spot.
He stares up at me as he works his fingers over and over. I’m moaning, rolling my hips, arching my back, and I know this is too much. I’m overwhelmed, overloaded, but he’s not stopping.
“Oh, god, Abel,” I gasp. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come. Please.”
I don’t know if I want him to stop and fuck me or if I want him to keep going. I don’t know if I want anything at all.
He doesn’t stop. He pushes me, rolling his fingers against that spot over and over and it explodes through me. I’ve never come this fast before in my life but I can’t help myself. I’m twitching, moaning, and he’s licking my clit while his fingers slide in and out.
When I’m finished, he kisses me, nice and slow. His fingers tease my pussy, but gently now, just soft caresses.
“You didn’t have to get me off,” I whisper.
“Don’t worry, you’re not done yet.” He smirks and bites my lower lip. “You think I’d let you get off and not get mine?”
“Asshole,” I whisper.
He laughs and I feel his fingers slide inside me again. I let out a soft moan. I’m sensitive right now but it does still feel good and he’s being very gentle.
He pulls back out and drags me off the futon. He turns me over and bends me forward, tugging my skirt off until it’s in a pool around my feet. He stands back to admire my ass for a second before spanking me.
I gasp and glare at him. “Careful,” I say, still buzzing from my orgasm.
“Or what?” He grins and looks at the recorder. “Maybe we should turn that on.”
I give him a look. “Don’t.”
He shrugs. “Suit yourself.” He spanks me again and I gasp before he grabs my hair and pulls me back against him.
He teases my pussy again, still gentle, but a little faster now. I can feel the sensitivity starting to wear off, replaced by the familiar deep pleasure that comes with every one of his touches. He kisses my neck and pulls my shirt up and off my body. He takes off my bra next and when I’m down to just my panties, he teases my nipples with his hands.
He bends me over again and spanks my ass. “Fucking hell, Lily,” he whispers. “Look at your body. Tight and perfect. Perky little tits, delicious little cunt. You were born to take my big cock, you know that?”
I watch him take off his pants. I watch him take off his boxer briefs. He pulls off his shirt last and then he’s behind me, muscles rippling and flexing, stroking his cock with one hand.
I bite my lip as he peels my panties off, leaving me totally exposed. He kneels down and spreads me open, licking my ass top to bottom, down to my pussy. I gasp at the new sensation as he spanks me.
He stands back up and pulls my hair again. We kiss and he moves me over to the kitchen counter, just a few feet away. He bends me over it, hands on my breasts, and I feel his cock press against my still-soaked pussy.
He sinks himself in nice and slow.
I gasp when he fills me. I roll my hips as he fucks me, teasing my breasts, kissing me over my shoulder.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “You’re far from done, aren’t you? You need this big cock deep between your legs over and over again. Your body was made for this, my Lily.”
I groan and he starts to fuck me faster. He teases my clit and spanks my ass hard, starting to go faster. I can feel him barely holding back now. I know what he wants, what he really needs.
I look over my shoulder. “Go ahead,” I whisper. “Fuck me.”
His eyes light up, all passion and fire. He lets out a loose growl and pulls my hair. “What’s that?” he asks. “You’re telling me what to do now?”
“You want it,” I say. “I want it. So fuck me if you’re such a big, bad man.”
He lets out a cocky laugh and rips into my pussy. I gasp as his huge cock takes me deep and rough. “You really can take this cock, girl,” he says through groans.
It feels so good. The sensitivity is totally gone now and I’m back in that place, my pussy dripping wet, the pleasure rolling through me. He brought me back from the brink and I can feel another orgasm starting to build now. I’ve never gotten off more than once in a session before but he’s taking me there an
d fast. I gasp as he slaps my ass and dominates me. He pins an arm behind my back and fucks me rough.
“You want to be taken,” he growls, not a question, just a statement. “You want this big cock to fuck you rough and deep. You need it, you dirty girl. You love taking me nice and deep inside over and over and over again. You want to leave that sweet cream all over my shaft.”
“Oh, god, yes,” I gasp. “I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel you fill me up.”
He growls again and fucks me harder. I know he’s loving this, and I’m just as lost in the pleasure. I push back against him, bucking my ass, riding his cock the best I can. He spanks me, pins me down, takes my pussy for his own.
He claims me. He controls me. He dominates me in a way only the roughest men can. I didn’t expect this to happen but it’s exactly what I wanted. He’s growling now and I know he’s just as deep in the moment I am as his cock pumps in and out.
I push back and suddenly he pulls out, lifting me up and onto the counter. He sits me there facing him, spreads my legs, and slides his cock up inside me again.
I wrap my arms around his neck and he grips my ass, supporting me as he pumps up inside my pussy. I gasp and he kisses me. I bite his lip, making him growl, and he fucks me harder.
I lean back onto my hands and he holds my hips. My breasts bounce with every thrust and he doesn’t hold back or slow down. He’s fucking me like a savage now and I need it more than I ever thought I could.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, please. Fuck me, you asshole. Fuck me harder. Fuck me rough. Make me all yours.”
“You’re all mine, girl,” he growls, grabbing my hair. He takes me like an animal and I gasp, rolling my hips, arching my back. He bites a nipple and my lip and I know I’m so close.
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. We’re sweating and I love his muscular, ripped body tense and working as he fucks me deep and hard. I gasp and groan and he kisses me again.
That’s all I needed, just one tiny nudge. I feel the orgasm now start to rip through my skin. It overtakes me, intense and unstoppable. It’s like the first one but better, deeper, more intense. I can only gasp his name as he fucks me, savage and unstoppable.
I feel him come inside of me as much as I hear him moan my name. I feel it fill me, feel his hands grip my skin nice and tight. I moan and we end up kissing in a tight embrace, both our orgasms still ringing on our skin.
I sit there panting and he kisses me gently, lips, neck, chest. He pulls back and I stare at him, body naked and buzzing with my second orgasm of the day.
“That was better than work,” I finally say.
He laughs. “Glad I can help.”
I stumble down off the counter. He catches me and holds me close.
“You know we shouldn’t do this, right?” I ask him.
“Why?”
I look away. I want to tell him the truth, because you’re the father of my daughter, but I don’t.
“Because you could leave at any time.”
For some reason, that seems to hurt him. “That’s true. Do you want me to go?”
“I don’t think so,” I say honestly.
“Good.” He cocks his head. “But you’re right. They could promote me and send me away whenever.”
“Promote you?” I ask, blinking.
He frowns deeper like he shouldn’t have said that. “Nothing,” he says, turning away.
“No, what do you mean, promote you?”
He hesitates then walks over to his clothes. He grabs them and starts to dress.
I bite my lip and follow him. We dress in silence and when we’re finished, he collapses onto the couch.
“I’m being groomed,” he says finally. “Someone needs to take command of our team when my commanding officer retires. He wants it to be me.”
“Oh.” I sit on the stool again, facing him. I think about turning on the recorder but decide against it. “Do you want that?”
“I do,” he says. “And I don’t.”
“Well, is it happening soon?”
He shrugs and doesn’t answer.
I bite my lip and watch him carefully. I can tell this isn’t an easy topic for him, so instead of pushing like a good reporter should, I let it drop.
“Tell me some of those funny stories,” I say softly. “For the piece. Then I’d better get back and start typing this stuff up.”
“Yeah? Need to run so soon?”
“Well, if I’m making some of it up, I’d better work.”
He laughs. “Okay then. Just a few stories.”
And so I sit there and listen, but underneath the stories I can tell there’s something bothering him about that promotion comment. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s just beneath the surface.
I suspect I’ll find out, sooner or later, unless he disappears out into the world first.
8
Lily
Needless to say, we didn’t get much work done.
The next morning, I have to come in early and transcribe what I have. It’s not much, so I start filling in the gaps based on the stories he told the other night. I remember a few of them pretty well and I put some flourishes in here and there just to spice them up a little bit. When I’m done, I’m actually kind of proud of my work.
You’re going to look like a real badass in this interview, I text to Abel.
He responds right away. Make sure you keep my real name out of it. I’m a SEAL, after all.
Good point. Wouldn’t want your enemies to come hunt you down.
I don’t joke about OpSec, he says, making me feel a little bad.
JK, yeah, I do, he says a second later. I shake my head but I’m still smiling.
Listen, you should probably read over this, I text. If I got something really wrong, you’ll probably want to see it.
I trust you.
Seriously, Abel. Take a look.
Fine. But only if you come as my date to this speaking thing.
I frown down at my phone. I glance up and look around just to make sure nobody’s looking at me stare at my phone like it’s a real person before typing up my reply.
Think you can be good?
You know I won’t.
That’s not convincing.
I know. Come anyway.
Fine. When?
Tonight. Get a babysitter.
I glance at my calendar. I don’t know if I can.
Do it. I’ll see you at six.
I sigh and put my phone down before emailing my mom. Of course she’ll take Nova again. I hate that I’ve been leaving my mom with Nova so much lately but this is all happening so fast.
I know she doesn’t mind though. They get along great and she’s been pushing me to try to date for at least a year now, basically ever since Nova was born. She thinks I’d better go find a father for my daughter while I’m still young and pretty.
There’s something really anti-feminist about that idea but I know she’s probably right anyway.
I groan to myself and put my head in my hands. What am I getting myself into? Another date with Nova’s dad, and this one’s going to be public. People are going to see me with him and I’m terrified they’ll start to make connections.
But no, no, of course they won’t. Nobody knows how much my daughter looks like Abel. Nobody knows I slept with Abel when I was in India back then.
No, nobody knows, and it’s going to stay that way.
* * *
My boss lets me leave early since I’m going to an event with Abel. “I’d better get five hundred words out of this,” he grumbles as I smile and wave to him.
I don’t know how I should dress so I decide to split the difference. I pick out a cocktail dress that could potentially be casual, although borderline, or potentially be fancy, although borderline. Since it’s so in-between I don’t get a chance to wear it too often, so this is a great opportunity all around.
Abel’s right on time. I half expect him to pull up on his bike, but fortunately he’s in th
e back of a cab. “Couldn’t ask you to wear a helmet,” he says. “I figured you’d be pissed.”
“Thanks,” I answer, sliding in next to him.
He looks me up and down. “You look nice.”
“I’m glad I dressed up.” He’s wearing his dress uniform again. “What is this thing?”
“Oh, you know. Just a little group of wealthy donors.”
“Seriously, Abel. Is it for the VA hospitals or what?”
He gives me a sly look. “You’ll see.”
I sigh and decide not to fight him. I’m happy he’s throwing himself into this charity thing though, so I don’t want to discourage him.
We drive through the city and I’m surprised to watch as the crowded rowhomes are slowly replaced by spaced out suburban houses. He smiles at me as we pull up out front of a little firehouse. There are a bunch of other cars all over the place and people milling around in the lot.
Abel pays the man and we get out.
“What is this, Abel?” I ask him.
“You’ll see.”
He walks over and takes my arm. I follow him up toward the steps.
Suddenly a pack of men surround us. I’m a little overwhelmed at first but I quickly realize they all know each other…. Really well.
“Abel, you motherfucker!” one big guy shouts. Abel pushes him and they laugh, hugging.
Another guy comes up. “I thought you died out in that desert, you old fuck,” he says, hugging Abel next.
They’re all wearing dress uniforms, and I quickly realize they’re all in the military of some kind. There’s a marine, an airman, a soldier.
“Boys, this is my date, Lily,” Abel says. “She didn’t know this was a wedding.”
I gape at him and all the other guys roar with laughter.
“This motherfucker brought you to a wedding without telling you?” the big guys asks.
Abel grins at me. “Sorry.”
“Who’s getting married?” I ask stupidly.
“Big Rick the Dick,” Abel says. “Well, I guess he’s just Rick now.”
The boys all laugh and we’re ushered into the hall. I’m surrounded by men and women and Abel’s introducing me to everyone.
