Sweetheart for the SEAL

by Alexis Abbott

  The lights flicker dramatically as he devours me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge while the hurricane hurls tornadoes in our direction. The house is shaking down to its very foundation, and I know distantly that there’s a great chance of danger here. Even death.

  But the pleasure keeps me afloat, keeps me distracted from my anxiety and panic and fear. It keeps me riveted in this sweet spot, this lull between fantasy and reality where I can just give in and let my body take whatever release and relief it craves. I suspend my thoughts, pushing all that dread and panic and guilt into a dark, shadowy corner where it can no longer wound me. At least for now. At least until the storm passes. I can’t do anything to save my baby right now— I need to survive this so I can fight for her. And this, the pleasure and the distraction, is just what I need to get through to the other side.

  The lights go bright for a full ten seconds, almost blindingly bright, just as Duncan’s tongue tips me over the edge. I come again and again, twitching and writhing on the bathroom floor with the man of my dreams kneeling between my thighs. He tastes me like I’m something forbidden, like he’s been dreaming of this for ages.

  “You taste just like heaven,” he groans, looking up at me and licking his lips. I’m too overwhelmed with bliss to even form a response, but he dives back in, lapping me up and massaging my clit with his rigid tongue. Finally, it gets to be almost too much, and I need a break. I gently nudge his head away from my cunny and sit up. He looks at me almost quizzically as I crawl over to him on my knees. I reach down and tug at the waistband of his jeans, peering into his eyes deeply, pleadingly.

  Without a single word, he understands. Duncan nods and strips off his shirt, then his jeans, boxers, socks, and boots. His massive, hard cock springs free, making my heart skip a beat. He’s even bigger than I remember, and my mouth waters at the sight of it. He stands up to lean back against the bathroom counter while I kneel in front of him, almost in a worshipful position. The lights flicker around us as I lean in and pull his full, rigid length into my mouth with a satisfied moan.

  Duncan groans and rocks his hips gently, fucking my mouth so that the tip of his cock brushes against the back of my throat. I wrap one hand around the base of his shaft, pumping up and down in tandem with my mouth, while the other hand fondles his sac. I love the sensation of his thickness stretching my cheeks, filling up my mouth with his silky, powerful shaft. I bob up and down, moaning and whimpering while his hand presses softly at the back of my head. He thrusts gently, almost making me gag, but I swallow down every drop of his salty, glorious pre-cum.

  I reach down to feel my pussy getting even wetter, turned on by the way his cock feels in my mouth. I suck harder, bobbing up and down faster and faster while my hand works the base of his rod. I can feel him tensing up, getting closer and closer as the tornadoes wail outside. We could die together here. It’s possible. But right now, all either of us can feel is the immense pleasure and exhilaration of being together again, of our bodies uniting.

  Finally, just before I can bring him to climax, Duncan pushes me back with a soft nudge. His cock slips out of my mouth with a wet pop and I look up at him with a plaintive, pleading expression, licking my lips. He crouches down on the towels with me, sitting down. I crawl over to him, leaning in to kiss him passionately. I can taste myself on his lips and I know he can taste himself, too, as our tongues probe into each other’s mouths. His hands caress my breasts, my back, my ass. He grasps my hips and moves me closer, guiding me to straddle him so that the head of his engorged shaft is pressing at my slick opening. With one little wiggle I could slide him inside of me. My whole body tenses with anticipation.

  I know what I want. And I think he just might give it to me.

  Duncan looks me square in the eyes, searching for the answer to a question he has not asked me yet. I bite my lip, waiting.

  He opens his mouth to speak, and though the tornado is too loud for me to hear a word of what he says, I can read his lips perfectly. “Do you want this?”

  I nod and mouth the words, “Yes. Please.”

  A mere second later, the lights go out again, plunging us into darkness. But that doesn’t stop us. Grabbing my hips to steady us both, Duncan slides the full, hard length of his glorious cock inside me, making a kaleidoscope of bright fireworks explode in my mind, pleasure ripping through my body.

  Duncan

  This is all for her.

  The feeling of sinking deep into Crystal’s body is unlike anything I could have hoped for. It’s so, so much better than anything I let run through my head on those long and lonely nights out in the wilderness. I can smell her all around me, and when I breathe in, it’s something so fresh and new that we may as well have been together for the first time right here on the bathroom floor of her house in the middle of a hurricane.

  The energy outside has nothing on the power I feel between us. This is what I was waiting for. This is what I wanted to come home to. This is right.

  I can’t help but press my lips to hers. There’s such a magnetic attraction between us that it couldn’t be any other way. I grip her hips as I feel her soft lips brush up against the rough stubble on my upper lip and around my mouth. I feel her let out a soft sigh of both frustration and delight as I start to rock into her.

  This is everything.

  I’ve spent the past four years going out into some of the most dangerous parts of the world, dealing with the most dangerous men known to mankind, taking on missions that have brought me within an inch of my life. And all that time, the one person who’s been at the center of my world in my mind, heart, and soul has been Crystal.

  I can admit that to myself as I start thrusting into her harder. I put my hand behind her to the small of her back to hold onto her as I get an angle that I can feel her enjoying, every inch of my long, thick shaft filling her up and making her feel warmer by the moment. This is all for her, every bit of it. I enjoy it, of course— I’ve dreamed of this, hungered for this, even lusted for this. Crystal feels unbelievable. But the real reason for all of it is her.

  She deserves everything. Everything I’ve done is with her in mind, keeping her safe. It’s all to build her a better and brighter future in this world full of darkness. And right now, the night is at its blackest, and she needs this comfort.

  We can only save Dakota once the tornado passes, and though Jake is not the man I knew him to be, I have to believe that he wouldn’t hurt a child. But Crystal needs to be distracted from the worrying thoughts that I know must be spinning in her head.

  I put my hands on her thighs and run them up and down as I rock into her. I feel the bulging crown of my cock grinding against her inner depths and pulsing along with me. She clenches and relaxes, feeling me in every part of her that I can reach. I start picking up speed and working her harder. My body’s muscles are tight and honed to perfection. I know she admires it, but there is so much more to it than that. It’s what it can do for her that matters.

  I feel that, and I know she feels it as I lift her hips up and start thrusting harder and faster into her. My body is trained to endure anything, to work with such precision and patience that it can keep going in any way I want it. I maintain it religiously, all for her.

  She deserves this and so much more.

  The sounds of her gasping as I pound into her over and over again are music to my ears. I grip her hips and thrust my shaft as deep as it will go, grinding the bulging tip against her inner walls and then repeating it all. I feel her trying to writhe under me, but I hold her down so she can’t squirm away from the feelings my body is pouring out into her.

  We’ve tasted each other, and it was sweeter than communion for both of us. When I picked her out in high school, I knew what I was doing. I was building something beautiful, and I never wanted that to falter.

  I didn’t run off to become a Navy SEAL just out of vanity or some kind of childish machismo. I did it so that I could make the world better for her, and part of that was making myself
as perfect as possible.

  I bend down as I rut into her and take her breast in my mouth. My tongue rolls over the stiff nipple, teasing it and feeling how hard it is. Knowing how much of a response I can get from her body is thrilling, more thrilling than anything I do out in the field. No amount of scaling the manors of crime lords or shots made at nearly a mile away through the scope of a sniper rifle can come close to the feeling of fucking Crystal.

  My Crystal.

  I slide in and out of her as if gliding over water. She’s so wet and slick that nothing stops us from going hard on each other, harder than I’ve ever gone before. I’ve been on leave before, and I’ve had plenty of chances to be with women— good women, wonderful people who are both beautiful and lead rich lives. But I never indulged in that. I knew none could compare to my Crystal. Whether or not she moved on while I was gone, I knew there was never going to be anything that would come near what she meant to me.

  Part of why I came back to our hometown was to find closure. I couldn’t have just left so much unsaid between us. I had to find out whether it was time to close that chapter of my life or open a new one.

  And right now, the chapter we’re opening together is such an emotional release that I feel better than I have in years.

  I feel my cock pulse as she clenches her tight pussy around me. She shudders in delight as she feels the thick girth of my vein-ribbed cock deep in her, grinding against every inch of her pussy. My balls are swollen and heavy. They slap against her softly every time I buck my hips into her.

  I put her ankles up on my shoulders and bend forward, pressing her tight and rutting into her as if driven by pure instinct, nothing but raw need. I look down at her panting, blushing face, and I feel so full of love that I could burst.

  It has been so long since I’ve felt this kind of pure emotion, this unfettered affection for another human being, that I didn’t know how starved I was for it— for her, specifically. So many emotions boil within me, like a cocktail of love for Crystal that I’m only just now shaking up to pour into her.

  She pushes her hips up in time with me, as if our bodies were made knowing each other intimately. She puts her hands on my thighs and drags her nails down them as she sucks in a sharp breath, eyes clenched, her blush growing more intense by the moment. My cock is more stiff and rigid inside her than ever before, and I know that soon, I will release. But I want it to be perfect.

  I slow down enough to get her attention, then let her legs fall off my shoulders to kiss her on the lips and smile at her before I slowly pull out. She looks up at me with a pleading, confused face, but I sit back and pick her up, turning her around and facing her away from me so that all I can see is her round ass, curvy body, and that lush hair that I love the feel of so much.

  I let her sink down onto my cock, and she lets out a sight of delight as her hands touch the ground. From this new position, I feel the same Crystal in a whole new way, and it’s magical. I hold her hips firmly and put my hand around her mouth so that I can attack her neck with my lips, kissing her and grazing the soft skin with my teeth as I start pounding up into her just as fiercely as I did while we were in mating press.

  My cock grinds against her g-spot, and I feel her whole body tensing up as I start to drive her closer and closer to release. Her hands go up to her breasts, and she fondles them with a deep, long sigh that ends in a note of a whimper. She needs release as badly as I do.

  I bring both hands down to her hips and hold her tight against me as I fuck her, letting go of my inhibitions and unleashing all the energy I’ve held onto. She puts her hands back on my legs to hold on as I rut into her, cock swollen to its limits and every cell in my body screaming at me to release.

  “Fuck,” Crystal whimpers, and I can feel that she’s so, so close to her own release. I want us to do it together, at the same time. I reach up and grope her breasts, holding onto her and squeezing them and rolling my thumbs over her stiff nipples while I let go of my last shred of rhythm. My rutting gets savage and possessive.

  I feel like I’m claiming a war-prize after my long tour of duty, and it couldn’t be sweeter.

  She draws in a sharp breath just as I feel myself go over the edge. Her fingernails dig into my thighs, and as soon as the first shot of my come bursts up into her, she lets out a squeal of delight as the thunder claps overhead so loud and close that I feel the whole house shake.

  Shot after shot of my seed spills into her. It doesn’t feel anything like I imagined it. It feels so, so much better. It’s a mind-blowing experience, both our bodies coming together. Every nerve in her body is at attention as the orgasm rolls through her body, and I feel like it’s connected to mine somehow, on a spiritual level I can’t hope to understand. But it’s there, and we revel in it for every last second.

  When we finally come to an end, I hear one last rumble from the thunder outside, but after that, the sounds of chaos start to fade. We pant, leaning against each other for a few moments more before I speak.

  “Crystal...that was unbelievable,” my husky voice says. I help her off me slowly, and she turns around to throw her arms around my neck and kiss me. I lean back as she lays on top of me, half-laughing, half moaning as we make out on the floor, her stomach pressed against my cock and coaxing out one last spurt of fluid before I’m empty.

  “You’re telling me,” she purrs before I press my lips to hers. I wait for a moment like that, then smile in the kiss and pull back.

  “Hear that?”

  “No.”

  “Exactly,” I say, helping her stand up with me. “The storm, it’s calmed down. You can still hear the rain, but the tornadoes must have passed— we might have our shot.”

  Even though we both want desperately to stay and hold each other, to cuddle and catch up on the long years that have passed, we don’t hesitate to spring to action. Dakota takes top priority by far. For both of us.

  A minute later, we’re staggering out of the house, and my jaw drops. The hurricane’s tornadoes have ripped a path through the neighborhood, narrowly missing the townhouse. One on the far end of the row wasn’t so lucky, but both Crystal’s and Jake’s seem to be…

  Not quite untouched. Crystal screams as she sees a small sedan on its side, halfway inside Jake’s house through smashed wood and debris. The wind must have blown it in. She takes off running in that direction, and I barely have time to chase after her.

  “Crystal, be careful!” I say as I catch up to her and get ahead of her, slogging through the water and reaching Jake’s door. It’s hanging open, and I kick it down and storm inside, pulling my gun out and looking around wildly.

  There’s water all over the floor, along with the front half of the car that got blown into the house. I move through the place, listening for signs of movement, but I hear nothing.

  “He’s not here,” I say finally, looking around.

  She wrings her hands, eyes wide, and I can see her already starting to go over terrible thoughts in her mind. I step forward and wrap an arm around her, hugging her close to me. “What if…”

  “We don’t know anything until we find them,” I say firmly, not willing to entertain any apocalyptic thoughts of hers.

  “How can we find them? The storm is still going on, this fucking hurricane is endless!” she says, pushing away from me and putting her hands in her hair.

  “We look around for context clues in the house,” I say. “I can search this place quickly and figure out where he might have gone. Failing that, we know there are only two directions he can really go, and there’s a Coast Guard barricade set up near at least one of them. We will get to him.”

  I make my way over to a desk in the kitchen and start rifling through different envelopes, and I hear Crystal walk up behind me, saying nothing. She’s quiet for too long, and finally, I turn around to look at her. I expect to see her looking at the floor anxiously, but instead, she’s staring at me. There’s something on the tip of her tongue, but she’s hesitating.

  �
�What is it?” I ask gently, furrowing my brow.

  “Duncan,” she says weakly, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “I... I don’t know what’s about to happen, so you need to know something. Dakota…”

  Everything in my body goes still in that tense split-second that tells me what’s about to come out of her mouth before she even says it.

  “Dakota is your daughter.”

  Crystal

  Duncan stares at me, those beautiful green eyes wide with shock and confusion. My heart is thumping wildly in my chest as I await his response. I have no idea how he will react to this kind of a bombshell being dropped on him.

  I mean, I don’t even know how I would react to such a crazy, life-altering revelation. When I first found out I was pregnant, I kind of lost my mind for a few days. I wandered around in a stupor, totally shell-shocked by the startling news. I had never seen it coming.

  Somehow, the idea of getting pregnant never once crossed my mind. Maybe it was because I was just a stupid teenager. Maybe it was because my plans and dreams for the future were so big and so bright that they obscured everything else completely and made me lose my grip on reality for a while. But one thing is for sure, seeing that little blue plus sign on the pregnancy test definitely rocked my world. Nothing will rip you out of your lofty fantasies like a bitter dose of reality. I remembered that there were, in fact, consequences of sleeping with the man of your dreams, and sometimes that consequence was a beautiful, angelic baby girl.

  I stare back at Duncan, biting my lip nervously. It was a huge shock to me when I got the news at first, so I can only imagine what must be going through his head. I watch a series of powerful emotions cross over his handsome, angular features. Shock. Wonder. Amazement. Relief. And finally… joy.