Filthy SEAL

by Amy Brent

  “Hot date?” He asked her, his eyes resting on her mouth for a second.

  “No, it's just getting late, that’s all. My friend was taking me home, but…” She trailed off as she looked around the corner.

  “I have an idea, why don’t you let me take you home?” He smiled warmly at her.

  She swallowed hard. This was her one chance to do it. “Unless you'd like to go somewhere else?”

  She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest as he gave her a lazy smile. He stood then nodding once at the bartender as he put his hand at the small of her back leading her out of the place. She quickly made and sent a text to Leslie, complete with a thumbs up emoji. She slid into the cool leather seats in his car, surprised at how easily she had gotten comfortable with him. He sat down in the car, resting his hand on her knee for a moment before he set off for home.

  She could feel the pressure of his hand through her dress, she knew then that she’d made the right choice. As they pulled into a parking lot she found herself nervous and excitement all at once. She glanced up at the towering building, waiting as he reserved a room for the night and then he escorted her inside. Some part of her should be worried, or scared. She had only spent a couple of hours getting to know Reg. He was ruggedly handsome, and even now as he held the door for her he towered over her, the confidence oozing from him. She heard the click of the door as she turned to face him, instantly finding his mouth covering hers. The kiss was all hot as he delved into her mouth and kissed her until neither of them could breath. He moved with casual ease as he slowly unzipped the dress in the back, letting the soft, slick hit the ground at her feet.

  Being a big girl she was immediately concerned about her size, but she felt his hands, then, both running down the length of her cupping her thighs gently as he kissed her once more.

  They moved again, this time he moved towards the bed, pulling her with him. Soon he was seated on the bed and she stood before him her body clad only in a bra and panties. She felt his eyes taking her in, and slowly they made their way upward and he looked into her face. He gave her a wicked smile as he moved his hands up, then following the curve of her hip and up, sliding back until he ran them up the small of her back causing her to shiver slightly.

  He gently moved up even more until he found the clasp at her back and deftly undid it. He moved upward once more his fingers tracing a path as they went, hooking the straps of her bra and as he ran his hands down the length of her arms he pulled the contraption off with them.

  Having always been ample in that area her breasts thrust forward as he tossed her bra on the floor. The puffy pink of her nipples harden instantly as the air hit them, and his eyes took her in. She felt his hands moving, covering first one and then the other. His touch was gently, as he rounded the smoothness of the creamy mounds until he found a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it gently, pulling and tugging until it stood hard and erect.

  She gasped as he brought a new sense of excitement to her body. She opened her eyes to look down at him as he covered one of the taunt peaks with his mouth. The fire was almost too much as he sucked hard on the nipple, playing with it and teasing her. He moved his hands under her breast holding it up, suckling at it hard. He loved the other one before he let them rest, both hard and erect a visible tribute to her arousal.

  She felt the wet heat at the apex of her thighs as he moved and once he sat back, she was heady with desire, unsure where he would turn to next. Her wonder was short lived as he moved again, this time his hands trailing lower and lower still until he slid one hand between her thighs, slipping one finger under the panties and to the moist heat he found there. His left hand rested on her thigh as he moved his right hand lower, his finger reaching the wetness eh knew was there. She felt his hand tighten on her thigh as he found the wet heat equally exciting. He moved again, his forefinger slipping through her until her found the tiny jewel there.

  Subconsciously she arched up and against his hand, her body felt as though a shock had coursed through her. It was clear he loved her reactions, as he did it over and over again, and she was powerless to stop him. She moaned softly as she closed her eyes, feeling his massage and rub the tiny button, her body trembling slightly. Her deep breaths came in soft gasps with every stroke and suddenly he stopped.

  Looking down at him she smiled as he moved her back just enough to pull her panties off, tossing them on the floor. He smiled at her and then moved her back where she stood before, and pulling her closer he covered her most private area with his mouth.

  She felt the heat of his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the already swollen flesh. Her body trembled as she arched herself against him wanting more, needing more. He continued on until he paused, moving her back and standing beside her.

  “Lay on the bed.” It was a demand, and one she was happy to agree with. She lay back, her hair a wild, fiery halo around her and she waited. She felt him move, ripping his clothes from his body, and soon he was parting her thighs once more, this time to lay between them.

  She was exposed to him, her womanhood open and eager for his touch. His body held one leg down as he gently opened the other, spreading her open even more. He looked making eye contact as he tasted her once more. She moaned loudly, excitement over watching him love her with his mouth. No longer gently, he licked and sucked every inch of her, finding a rhythm that she needed.

  His tongue spun circles on her as she bucked wildly off the bed, and arched up against his mouth. Gone was her fear of behavior or noise, instead she was eager for release. She moved her hips, helping him and soon climbed higher and higher until in one loud wail she crested that ultimate peak, the light shattering behind her eyelids. She felt him slow down softly kissing and nipping at her.

  He stood, this time she looked at him. Fit and trim he stood beside the bed, slowly he moved between her thighs and she moved her hands down, stopping him for a moment. She wanted to touch him, wanted to know him as well. She found the hardness of him in her hand, and softly she stroked and moved against the velvet heat. He sucked in air as she stroked him, her hands grazing him and she felt the massive member grow even harder in her hand. He pulled back suddenly.

  “No more, I want you now.”

  He pushed her knees back spreading her as wide as he could. She felt the head against her womanhood and she waited for the pain. He moved carefully, slipping the head around her opening, probing until he found it. She felt him move, pushing in slightly, only to pull out and move to try once more. He was large, larger than she had anticipated but the pressure of him there felt good. He slid in as deep as he could, finding her barrier there and he glanced up at her face, a look of surprise filling him. She knew he would stop now and instead she took control, thrusting upward until he was completed encased within her.

  She felt the pain burn, but the damage was done now. She looked up at him, a strange look on his face as he moved slowly, knowing there was not turning back now. He pulled back, carefully sliding back in more and more until she no longer felt the burn or the pain, but instead she wanted to find a rhythm with him. He thrust gently into her, this time filling her completely. She heard a low moan in his throat as he did it over and over, until soon he was wildly pumping into her body, the length of him buried deep.

  They moved together, both moaning loudly as they took from the other, until he collapsed over her, with one final thrust. As he pulled away, he lay beside her on the bed, both of them lost in the moment. After a moment she glanced over at him, his handsome face staring at her hard.

  “You were a virgin.” It was a statement, more than a question. She felt his concern, but he pulled her to him nonetheless, cupping her beside him as he sighed.

  “Yes, was it… I mean was I..”

  “You were perfect, but you shouldn’t have wasted it on me honey.” He sighed, dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Let's get some sleep.”

  Reginald

  He looked down at the mass of flaming hair spra
wled across the pillow. She had been more than he had bargained for when he saw her in the bar. Curvy and beautiful and now in the reality of the sunrise, she was young. Too young for him anyway. It had been a long time since he had slept like that, the good sleep that keeps you in bed longer than you should be. He slipped on his shoes watching as she rolled over in the sunshine, still sound asleep.

  The blankets had been tossed away, her curvy frame exposed to him now and he drank her in. She was shorter than him, her body molded just right when he pressed into it. Her breasts were glorious, and larger. Now rested the nipples were soft and supple. Her belly was just slightly there, but her hips were curvy, and reminded him of a roller coaster as he ran his hands over them more than a couple times in the night. She was beautiful and wonderful. And a virgin. He tried not to think about it but it was the truth. She had given him that, and it was a night he would never remember.

  He slipped out of the room and down to the front desk where he paid for a late check out, and ordered her room service in the morning. Additionally, he left $50 for a cab to get her wherever she needed to go. She would want to shower, and breakfast seemed like it was the least he could do. He slipped into his car, a smile still firmly planted on his face as he thought about the night they had shared. The sex was great, true, but there was something else, something that had struck a chord with him. He had enjoyed her company and her quick wit. Part of him wanted to turn around, but there were rules about this kind of thing.

  He pulled into his condo, quickly taking a shower to head back into town for work. He would have to get an assistant and soon. He looked over the list and frowned at what needed to be done. Perhaps today he could find someone who sutured him. He drove into work and made his way upstairs into his office quickly. Only then a few hours later did he find himself settling into his desk and looking over the paperwork that needed to be done. He did his best to put the girl out of his mind, but he was having a hard time forgetting this one. He settled back in his chair, raking a hand through the darkness of his hair. He heard a knock and welcomed them in.

  “Reggie, hey, I wanted to bring Chelsea by, she is hoping to get a chance to talk to you about that opening.”

  He smiled widely at his friends and held out his hand to meet his daughter. What he found instead floored him. It was her!

  Gone was the wanton behavior and the softness and in its place was a full blown professional woman. He searched her face and noticed the paleness in her face. Fortunately, she recovered quickly and took his hand, shaking it methodically.

  “It's so nice to meet you Mr. Covington, my father always has such wonderful things to say about you.”

  “Well, I assure you the pleasure is all mine.” He looked at her hard, and then smiled widely. “Your father is convinced you want to work here.”

  She swallowed hard, “Yes, I am looking for something.”

  Aside from going home with strange men. He couldn’t help but think it as he watched her flush slightly.

  “So what are you two up to today?”

  “Well, I have a meeting and Chelsea is hanging out here while I am gone. Thought it might be a good time for you two to chat.” Ben smiled at them both.

  “Dad, I don’t need a babysitter I am fine. I am sure Mr. Convington has more pressing issues.”

  “Oh no, not at all Chelsea, why not talk about the position and see how you feel about it. She is in good hands Ben.” He gave him a smile and watched as Ben gave her a slight hug before heading out.

  Silence filled the room as they both waited for the other to say something. He finally went first.

  “So I don’t know what you're up to “Linda” but I can assure you no good will come of it.”

  She spun around and face him, her eyes full of fire. “What are you talking about? I am not up to anything I had no idea who you were last night.” She clenched her fists and he smiled at her.

  “It seems you're more passionate in more ways than one.” He watched her face flush and she relaxed slightly.

  She faced him now, looking him over. “Last night was… well wonderful, but I didn’t know you would be gone this morning. But then I didn’t think I’d run into you like this either.”

  “I assumed leaving was just simpler. Did you enjoy breakfast?” He smiled.

  She sat down in a chair across from him. “Yes, and thank you.” She picked at the string on the leather of the chair.

  He looked at her closely, she was in a black and white dress, her body fitting its curves into every inch of it. Looking at her today she was even more beautiful than she had seemed last night.

  “I really enjoyed last night, and not just the obvious part of it. I enjoyed talking to you. You’re a smart girl.”

  “Well, I'm not a girl, I'm a woman so there's that. I am smart I graduated at the top of my class and I want to get in on the ground floor somewhere and make something of myself.”

  “So you do want the job?” He gave her a smile and watched her turn another shade of red.

  She crossed her arms angrily. “I don’t really think that’s a good idea, do you?”

  He stared at her hard and long thinking of the best way to answer her question. On one hand, she was more than qualified for the job, but on the other he would have to look at her all day, and never get anything done.

  “I leave that up to you.”

  Chelsea

  She glanced up at him, and the smile he seemed to have plastered on his face. He was gorgeous, even if he was a little older. His hair was almost black with just a slight tinge of gray at the temples and the goatee suited him. He seemed unbothered by all of this, which she found strange considering she was his friend's daughter.

  “This whole thing with us… we have to forget it ever happened. I mean, if I am working here.” She waited for his response.

  He exhaled sharply. “That may be a problem, I want you again right now.” She glanced up to meet his eyes and she felt the heat rush through her. There was no doubt that he knew she felt the same thing.

  Standing, she decided to go find another place to wait for her father. She smoothed down her dress and grabbed her things to go.

  “I should probably go find a place to wait for him.”

  He stood then moved across the room to stand in front of her. “He will be at least a couple hours. At least have lunch with me.”

  She felt the passion coursing through her the closer he stood to her. Instead of touching her, like she thought he would do he moved towards the door. She nodded at him, what harm could come for lunch?

  Once in a public place the atmosphere changed drastically. He easily slipped into corporate mode, his tone changing and shifting as he talked about the company. She found herself enthralled with him, listening as he spoke and asking questions along the way.

  “So when we see a company, we want to take it.” He gave her a smile as the food was delivered.

  She frowned at him. “It seems to me there is a better way to do it, some sort of finesse in the way you handle things.”

  “Such as?”

  “Have a floater, one who goes in schmoozes things over, you know makes nice.” She took a long drink. “That way there is a friendly partnership and not just someone taking something from someone else.”

  He leaned back in his chair. Watching her and she felt the tension rising in the air.

  “You are so beautiful Chelsea. I don’t know how you're not married and settled already.”

  “Would that make all of this easier for you Reg? Me being saddled with a husband and a baby?”

  She watched his face shift and she knew she had touched a nerve.

  “Anyway, I'll happily take their position if you will have me.” She felt the double meaning in her words and she blushed profusely.

  “Even that, the blushing… it makes me crazy Chelsea.” They looked at each other long and hard only to be interrupted by a waiter.

  He walked with her back towards the car, parked in an alcove. On
ce more she was lost in thought as she moved. He touched her lower back with the palm of his hands and she jumped.

  “I can't help but be a gentleman Chelsea, I won't hurt you.” He paused at the car, brushing a wisp of hair back from her face.

  She glanced up at him quickly. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me Reg, I'm not sure how but I know that. It’s just you… drives me crazy.”

  His mouth crushed hers in a searing kiss and she felt her body respond to him. Winding his hands in her hair, he pulled her to him, pressing the length of his body against hers. The kiss went on, both eager to feel the other until finally he pulled away.

  “We can’t do this, I don’t know what's wrong with me, you're my friend’s daughter for goodness sake, and I am old enough to be your father. It wouldn’t work.” He swore and dropped his hands.

  She felt his rejection like a bitterness that swallowed her up. “Don’t worry Reg., I won't be a problem in the office or out.”

  The ride back was almost awkward in the silence that surrounded them. She felt his eyes on her more than once, but she held fast to his deep rooted ideas about what he could or couldn’t do with her. Once they made it back, she made her way into the building, leaving him to follow her. She had almost succeeded in ignoring him completely until she felt him hook her elbow and pulling her into an empty office space.

  “What Chelsea, what is wrong? You seem fine, then I kiss you and now you are pissed off at me!?”

  “I'm not angry Reg.” She yanked her arm back. “I don’t know what I am to tell the truth. I have this night with you, and now we can't even be in the same room without fighting or touching each other.”

  “I didn’t know who you were Chelsea..”

  “Or what Reg? You wouldn’t have fucked me last night? Wouldn’t have woken me up in the middle of the night to touch me and then have breakfast delivered so you could run?

  “That’s not fair, Chelsea… or Linda. I have done nothing wrong, in fact, you invited yourself home with me if my memory serves me correctly.”