His hand snapped forward and grabbed my wrist with such force that I thought that he was going to break it like kindling. “What exactly did you see? What do you mean what I am? Oh my god, you saw the entire thing. I told you to run and not look back. Do you know what you’ve done? I can’t possibly let you leave with that knowledge in your head. Not even those that I serve know of my condition. I’m usually able to keep it in check, but those hunters have a way of bringing it out in me. I’m still surprised that a few of them didn’t have any idea of what they were up against.”
The wound on his shoulder was gaping open when we first got here, but now it was closing in on itself. I had placed a towel up against his chest, but it did not soak through to the other side. I peeled it back to see that that open hole was now no more than a scratch. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t think that it was right to leave you to fend for yourself. I didn’t mean to see what you are, but there really is no going back. It’s not like you’re going to kill me for what I discovered.”
He looked at me and I was a little scared that maybe he was going to do exactly that. “You saved my life and for that I owe you a debt of gratitude that I don’t think that I will ever be able to repay. As a small gesture of good faith, I promise that what I saw will be taken to my grave.”
“I’m not sure that I can believe you.” His hand was still on my wrist and he had sighed deeply and let his hand rest against his stomach. My fingers touched the sleeping state of his member. It flinched and I made this momentary gasp of surprise. He raised himself to a sitting position with his legs dangling over the side of the counter. His cock had a life of its own. It was a good solid nine inches. It was that brief touch that had awakened the animal.
We stared at each other and he had his legs spread. He cock was stretching towards the ceiling. I had this need to touch it and I finally wrapped my hand around it to feel the hot flesh. It made me swallow with real heated curiosity. I got closer, until my mouth was hanging over the top. I suddenly felt that this wasn’t my decision anymore, as he gripped my head and made me take it into my mouth. I felt it slide across my tongue and hit the back, before I finally grabbed onto the rest of him to prevent gagging on it.
“I can think of only one way that we can make sure that you won’t say anything. I need to connect to your body and soul. I need to feel that you are on the level. I do hope that you don’t find this distasteful, but it is the only way that I know to make sure that we’re both on the same page.”
If this was his way of seducing me, then it was a damn good way. A naked man with a body that was made for sin was right there for the taking.
I couldn’t exactly say anything, as my mouth was currently busy doing something more pleasurable than talking. He still held me firmly and was bucking his hips to try in vain to make me take it all. I wanted to, but this was something that was beyond my purview. I’d never done anything with this type of size. The most that I had had was seven, and these two extra thick inches seemed almost impossible to accommodate.
“You are going to take it and it’s just a matter of when you are finally going to give in.” His demanding gesture and the way that is hips came off the counter was definitely making it very hard not to let him in. I struggled and I tried to enforce my own will, but it was never going to work. I was small compared to his over exaggerated muscles. He really wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
My eyes grew wide with surprise, as that knob began to insinuate itself into my throat. It was followed by the first couple of inches after the head. I looked up at him to see a blissful expression crossing his features. He did not close his eyes and for some reason I felt that we were linked.
“I have to tell you…that this is the first time in a long time that I’ve had my cock sucked. I do believe that you have lips that were made for such a task. My God, you just did something with your tongue along the underside of my balls.”
I didn’t even know what came over me, but I felt like I was going out of my comfort zone. He held my head firmly and fucked my face, making me take it every time all the way down to the base.
Tears were streaming down my eyes, but I was actually having a really good time holding his climax in the palm of my hand. His balls had risen and I knew from personal experience that this was a telling sign of his impending release. I moved back up to the top to concentrate on the head, feeling him loosen up and lay back to allow me to show him something that I had learned. Cradling his nuts, I could feel that they were full to overflowing and that eventually it was going to come out one way or the other.
“You do that better than I thought you could.” That was high praise coming from a man of obvious experience. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to give you something to remind you of me.”
I had every reason to believe that he was talking about that sweet nectar that was just simmering on the surface. I could already see that the head had become more pronounced and the vein along the back was throbbing with a need to pull that switch.
I gave him a little bit of extra suction on the head, while playing with the entire surface with my tongue. I felt him jerk and then suddenly I was awash with shot after shot of his creamy discharge. It was fucking delicious and I wanted him to continue to fill my mouth as many times as he could bring to bear. Looking up, I saw that he was shaking and that his eyes were fluttering like that of a woman in the throes of her own ecstasy.
“Fucking…yes…fuck me…AHHHHH!” His loins gave it up and I was happy to take all that he could give me. I swallowed three times and I was begging him to give me more, but there was only a few errant drops left to capture on the tip of my tongue. I squeezed from the bottom to the top to get that last little bit. I was rewarded with a moan of arousal that was soon followed by the growl of the beast deep inside.
“You just gave me something that has been missing in my life. I feel like you and I are made to be with each other. The taste of you filling my mouth and the way that you looked at me with passion made me yours.” I could count on my hands how many lovers I had and they were a dismal disappointment compared to this man. “Liam, if this is the way that you make sure that I keep my mouth shut, then by all means I do hope that this is not the only time. I think that I’m going to need a reminder every so often.”
He suddenly had this fiery look in his eyes and then he leaped from the counter. He lifted me with ease until I was in the same position that he was in.
In his overanxious state, he swept off the contents from the top of the counter, letting it all crash to the floor. I loved that he could be that out of control, as he gripped my jeans and pulled them down my legs. My sheer white panties were the only thing that was keeping him from seeing the true woman. He easily hooked the bottom and pulled it to the side to reveal the slice down the middle.
I pushed against his shoulders to stop him from what he was about to do. “I do have one question that is nagging at my brain. Usually Navy Seals come to war torn countries. Russia is not exactly like that.”
He licked the inside of my thigh, making me tremble. “Oh my God… I really want you to do that, but I would still like an answer to my question.”
He stopped momentarily and he licked his lips with anticipation for what was to come “I know that it doesn’t seem like a war torn country, but believe me it is. Your government hides the fact that there are factions fighting against them. Why do you suppose that they put the curfew in place? You are a prisoner of the state. There may not be bars, but your lives are not exactly your own. This is a war torn country. You don’t have soldiers fighting in the streets, but there is a battle going on behind the scenes.”
It did make sense what he was trying to convey. I nodded my head realizing that I had foolishly thought that I was doing the right thing.
“Fuck…you have no idea how much I need this right now.” His tongue was getting ever closer to where his finger had now returned to pulling my panties to the side. I raised my arms over my head and relieved m
yself of the sweater. I saw him look at me and I felt like I was a product of his male fantasies come to life. I was well endowed in the chest area. He took a moment out of what he was doing to plaster his face between those mounds. He licked back and forth and pulled on my nipples with his teeth. He drew them away from my body, so that I would arch my chest towards him to get better contact.
“I can’t believe that you were hiding those all this time.”
He trailed his tongue down in between my breasts, taking time to explore my flesh before coming to rest at the waistband of my panties. I thought for sure that he was going to take them off, but instead he licked on the outside, which only translated to a brief flicker of pleasure within me. I had to reach down with a pair of scissors that I had found on the counter. I cut through the fabric, pulling it aside to let him see the bald hot sticky hole waiting for him.
His thumbs parted the pink meat. His tongue came forward and drove deep within me. I held my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from screaming, but the muffled moan was more than enough to make him continue. His face was moving back and forth and I had my hands gripping the counter. I hoped to God that I wasn’t going to slip off to certain injury.
We were both completely naked and outside a raging storm was trying to get inside with us. There were also those soldiers tracking us at this very moment. It was the danger that made me lift my entire body off that counter and up against his face.
“You’ve got it…oh my God…if this is what being eating is supposed to be like…then I’ve been really deprived…YESSSS.”
I lost control, wrapping my legs around his head and holding him in a vise like grip with my thighs pressing up against his ears. He did not stop. He kept going, until I slumped back with my head over the other side. All the blood was running in that direction, but then I felt the insertion of something a lot stronger and more determined than a tongue.
“Fuck me…my God…fuck me like a wild animal. I want this to be the kind of sex that will make my legs shaky and my knees tremble.”
It didn’t look like he was a man that was going to hold anything back. He powered forward and I felt the entire column of flesh deep within the dark recesses of my painted pink little hole.
He held my hips in his hands and he was now using his own stamina to force feed me that nine inch pillar of strength. He fucked me hard and fast and then he flipped me over and I was now standing with my knees bent. I was taking it from behind, while he bit my ear lobe and pulled on it with his teeth. Not unlike what he did with my nipples. He reached around and played with those very same nipples, twisting them and turning them. He was eliciting a moan that was captured with my teeth digging into two of his fingers in my mouth.
“I have to tell you that sex is a great way to heal. You’re not only giving me a kind of pleasure that I’ve been lacking lately, but you’re also helping me to get back into fighting form. Your pussy is so very tight and it feels like you don’t ever want to let me go. I can feel the heat surrounding me and I know that you can feel my cock deep within you. I’m betting that I’m probably touching you where no man has been.” His lips were at my ear and his dirty talk was certainly making my sex drive go out of control.
I moaned around those fingers, as my inner muscles began to work in that special way. The climax grabbed him repeatedly and I could feel that he was very near his own special moment of sweet bliss. I decided to enhance the experience by reaching for my own clit, only to find that he was already touching me in that way. He really did know how to please. That was a far cry from those men that claimed they could go the distance.
“I’m going to shoot inside of you and you’re going to love every minute of it.”
Beside me, I could see his hands change. They were now black paws with long jagged claws that looked like they could kill me without even moving all that much. I stared at them and then I heard his growl of pleasure. “I’m cumming…I’m fucking cumming inside that sweet little snatch of yours. Feel me filling you up with my boiling seed.”
I felt every single spurt. He finally pulled out. I fell to my knees, out of breath and barely able to utter a single word of how he made me feel.
I found him some clothes in the back that barely fit, but at least he wasn’t naked anymore. I dressed quickly and the only thing that I couldn’t put on was my panties. Deliciously, I left them for the proprietor because I thought that he needed a pick me up. We left there and we walked for miles, as I felt his stuff leaking down into my jeans.
We got to the extraction site. The snowstorm had become no more than a few flakes leftover from what had crippled the city. We were airborne and taken to an undisclosed site. I was given a free ride to the United States of America. I did take Anthony up on his offer, but I still had to disclose my sources to the President.
I found out a couple of days later during a routine physical that I was pregnant with Liam’s child.
“I don’t think that it’s a good idea that you have this kid. We have no idea what’s going to be passed on to it. With that being said, I want to be a father and I think that you would make a great mother.”
We embraced and he put his hand on my stomach. I’d found happiness, but it wasn’t normal.
“I’m glad that you said that, because I’m not giving this up. I’ve always wanted to have children, but it is even better with a man that I truly care for and love with all of my heart.”
He was behind me and I could hear his heartbeat. It reminded me that we were alive and that we were together.
THE END
My Secret SEAL Protector
I think it would be stupid of me to pretend like I can explain that grief to you. That raw, painful feeling of losing the person you’ve been in love with for years.
I spent months after Jake’s death waiting for the memories of him to drift out of my life, even as I tried to hold on to them. The lingering scent of his skin on his clothes, which I held to my nose and inhaled until they were all but gone. Notes he’d made that had ended up lost down the back of desks and drawers, drifting out months and months later. The way I would wake up in bed, expecting him there, only to find him gone. You can imagine it, sure, but it’s hard to actually understand how grief of that level feels, unless you’ve been through it.
And I suppose the worst part was that I should have been somewhat prepared for it. It wasn’t like Jake worked in an office building or a bank. He was stationed in the Middle East with his regiment. With the Navy SEALs, no less. He was a Special Forces soldier, an elite member of an elite squad who usually seemed invincible to me. His job went hand-in-hand with danger, and I had always known, somewhere, at the back of my head, that he could be dead at that very moment and I wouldn’t know anything about it. But those were the kind of thoughts I pushed to the back of my head, because they were far too painful and tiresome to expend all my energy on. I would just happily count down the days till he came home on the calendar, and then we’d be together again and I wouldn’t have to think about worrying any more.
We’d met eight years previously, when we were both fresh out of high school, a couple of fresh-faced teenagers heading to the big city at the same time. We ended up in Chicago—me for a degree in journalism, him for basic training—and then we met at a bar before our respective commitments began. While everyone else around us had these amazing flings and romantic adventures, we were too busy being wrapped up in our love for each other to notice. We moved in, and got engaged just before he was deployed for the first time.
For the rebellious teenager I was, I’d delighted my traditional mother by choosing to marry a nice, mid-Western soldier. We bought a small home just outside the city, and I spent the time that he was away turning the place into a perfect love-nest for the two of us. As I pursued my career at local art-zines, we would Skype and send letters to each other all the time. It just made my heart grow needier for him, and when he arrived back and promised to marry me before he left again, I couldn’t have been happier.
There was something so instantly comforting about his warm presence, something that made me feel safe and warm.
He introduced me to a couple of his Navy buddies, both of whom served in the SEALs too. Frank, a guy who’d grown up only a few miles from Jake, and Tate, a tall African-American guy who stayed in the area when he was on leave. I grew close with them, and they both served as best men for our wedding, when we picked up a wedding license and tied the knot at a local court two days before he flew back out.
And so that’s how we stayed: married, happy, in love, even if we were the whole world apart. I felt envious of my friends, and the fact that they got to hang out with their hippy-dippy stoner boyfriends whenever they wanted, but I knew that Jake was worth waiting for. Even so, I felt the nagging sensation that I would have to put my life on hold for him, and wait till he’d finished with his career abroad before I could start mine back here. But I was resigned to waiting, and knew it would be worth it when I got to come home to my husband at the end of every long day spent wrangling interviews and pitching article ideas to every magazine in the city.
So when the news came, my entire world shifting under me, throwing me to the ground and leaving me off-balance. It was Tate who delivered the news, freshly back from deployment himself. Just seeing him at the door in front of me, his face tense with fear and grief, I knew what had happened. I collapsed into his arms, and he tried to comfort me as best I could as I tried to get the logistics of Jake’s death in order.
The funeral was organised for me, by the military, and I allowed the grief to numb me throughout the entire process. It wasn’t just the raw, real fact that I’d lost my husband, it was the knowledge that everyone was watching me, keen to see how I would react, if I was perceived to be grieving in the “right” way. Despite their kind words, most of Jake’s family eventually peeled away from my social circle, and I felt more disconnected from him than ever. In fact, a lot of my own friends found the stress of dealing with my vulnerable self too difficult, so I found myself getting invited out less and less as they tried to avoid me.
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