SEAL's Technique Box Set (A Navy SEAL Romance)

by Claire Adams

  Soon, as I moaned, cried out, and gasped, he started moving faster and faster, his strokes becoming more intense and forceful until they were blasting surge after surge of utter bliss through me. The force of another orgasm was building, and I knew this one would be much more intense than the previous one.

  “Yes, Wade, harder. Please don’t stop; it's so good, so good...” I was nearly unaware of what I was saying, so caught up in the feeling.

  He grunted as he began jackhammering, and with every frantic, deep, pounding thrust I could feel greater and more intense pleasure charging through me until the orgasm finally erupted. I cried out as waves of ecstasy tore through my body, screaming out again and again as he continued to drive into me. Moments later, I felt him pulsating inside me, and he cried out and shuddered madly as his own orgasm came on.

  As the waves of bliss finally began to subside, he collapsed onto me, and we both lay shivering and breathing heavily in joyful silence for a few, long moments. He stayed inside me until finally he began to soften, at which point he pulled out.

  “That...was amazing,” I gasped.

  “It was,” he agreed, gasping and panting. “It really was.”

  We lay there for a while, tangled up in one another, enjoying the bliss of the afterglow. I’d never felt closer to anyone than I did Wade at that moment.

  Finally, he broke the silence. “You know...we have to talk about this Stanford thing sometime. We really do.”

  “I know,” I replied, a sadness coming over me as the illusion was shattered. “I know. So, let's talk.”

  “All right,” he replied. “Let's talk.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Wade

  “You're going to take the scholarship,” I said to Eryn. “You have to.”

  She looked away from me and bit her lip. “I know. And yes, I'm going to take it.”

  I sighed. “You'll be all the way across the country. Thousands of miles away...from me.”

  I could see tears starting to trickle down her cheeks. “Yeah,” she said, choking on the word as it crept from between her lips.

  I leaned in to hug her tightly and felt her body shivering with sobs as she cried. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me ever so tightly.

  To tell the truth, I felt like crying, as well. I felt so close to her at this moment – almost closer than I'd ever felt to anyone in my life. I couldn't believe that after everything, after we'd grown so close, we were about to be torn apart, that this amazing bond between us was about to be tested.

  I knew I had to be strong here, though. If I broke down now, it would be a disaster. I swallowed my own grief and did my best to steel my will.

  “Chin up, Eryn,” I said, feigning strength. “We don't know what the future might hold, all right, so let's not get too hung up on it. I know it seems like everything is going to change, and yes, a lot of things are going to change – but it doesn't mean that you and I will...you know....”

  I trailed off, not knowing how to continue or where I was trying to go with it. All I knew was that I had to be strong for the both of us in this moment.

  “You know what?” I said, suddenly invigorated with a new strength.

  “What?” she asked softly, looking up at me with teary eyes.

  “It's Saturday night, for God's sake! We're two young people, and we're sitting here feeling sorry for ourselves while we should be out celebrating life, and all the good things that have happened to us – and all the amazing things we've both achieved with our dedication, hard work, and pure blood, sweat, and tears.”

  She couldn't help but smile through her tears at my over-the-top, animated pep talk. “You're right,” she said, looking up at me with muted joy in her eyes. “We shouldn't be sitting here feeling miserable like this.”

  “No, we shouldn't. Let's live in the present, for the moment, and just celebrate,” I suggested.

  She kissed me, and we drew it out, making it long and passionate. I started feeling very aroused again, but didn't want to just spend the night having sex – as fun as that would be. No, I wanted to give Eryn a real night out.

  “But, what about our secret?” she asked suddenly. “If we go out together, and someone we know sees us....”

  The thought hit me hard. She was right; she hadn't left FSU yet, and if people saw us out together, there could be a lot of trouble.

  “You're right,” I said. “We can't take that risk. That's why we're going to Miami.”

  “Miami? When?”

  “Right now. I'll call the airport and book tickets on the next flight. I think the last flight out is in an hour, so if we really hurry, we can make it. Go pack some things in an overnight bag!”

  “Really? But-”

  “Hurry up, Eryn, I'm dialing,” I said, cutting her off as I started looking up the airline number on my phone.

  She laughed, the tears disappearing from her eyes and the sadness fading away as a smile took its place. “All right! I don't think we're gonna get seats, but I'll go start packing just in case we do.”

  “You do that! Go on!”

  She hurried off to her bedroom, and I called the airline at Tallahassee International Airport. “Hi,” I said as a woman answered, “I know this is seriously last minute, but do you have any seats available on the next flight to Miami?”

  “Hold on, sir, let me check,” she said.

  I heard the frantic typing of computer keys, and then she got back to me immediately.

  “You're in luck, sir. There are three seats left on that flight. Are you able to get here in under 45 minutes to board the flight?”

  “If I drive fast, yes. I'll take two of those tickets.”

  “Okay, sir, may I have your credit card information please?” the lady asked.

  I gave her the card info, which she entered and informed me, “Thank you, sir; you and your companion are now booked on flight 753 to Miami, departing at 10 p.m. You have 40 minutes to get to check-in; please hurry!”

  “I will. Bye!”

  I cut the call off and scrambled to put my clothes on as I shouted out to Eryn.

  “Eryn, is that bag packed yet? We have to go! Do your makeup in the airplane bathroom because we've got 40 minutes to get there and check in. Let's go, let's go!”

  A minute later she hurried out of her room, clutching an overnight bag.

  “What are you gonna do about clothes?”

  “I'll wear these ones! Jeans and a T-shirt work for just about anything, and I'll just buy some new clothes tomorrow morning to change into. You ready? We have to hustle!”

  “I'm ready; let's go! I can't believe we're actually doing this!” she exclaimed.

  “I can't, either,” I said with a grin. “Let's go!”

  *****

  We walked along the street, holding hands and smiling. Even though it was midnight, there were still a lot of people around, and there was a big line outside the nightclub we were going to. It was awesome to be out in public, unafraid that someone we knew might see us. It was so refreshing to not have to hide, and I found myself wishing that it would always be like this.

  Except... it wouldn't. She'd be all the way across the country, and I'd be here, and-

  No. It wasn't the right time to be thinking like this. We had come here to live in the moment, to enjoy the present, and thoughts of the future and being apart would ruin that. I had to put them out of my mind and simply enjoy this moment.

  “It's so much livelier out here at night than Tallahassee,” Eryn remarked.

  She was wearing a figure-hugging, white cocktail dress, and with her makeup and styled hair – all done in the airplane bathroom while we were flying – she looked absolutely smoking hot. I couldn't take my eyes off her and couldn't help but feel totally underdressed next to her in my jeans and polo shirt.

  We joined the line for the nightclub, and I felt even more underdressed; everyone here was dressed to the nines except me. I started to wonder if the bouncer would even let me in. Still, Eryn w
as smiling and happy and full of joy and life, and that's what counted.

  Eventually, we got to the front of the line, and the bouncer looked me up and down with a raised eyebrow.

  “You think this is some corner café, man? Why you dressed like that?” he asked.

  “It was a, uh, last minute decision to come out here,” I replied.

  “Please, let us in!” Eryn begged, giving the bouncer her best puppy dog eyes as she pleaded.

  He stared intently at my face, his eyes narrowing. “Hey!” he exclaimed abruptly, “I know you! You're that famous volleyball player, ain't you? The one who was dating-”

  “Yeah, that's me,” I replied quickly, not wanting Eryn to be reminded of my Hollywood past. “Wade Vinson.”

  The bouncer gripped my hand in his and gave it a firm, enthusiastic shaking, which with his gigantic strength felt as if he might crush every bone in my hand.

  “Man, you won Olympic gold for this country!” he exclaimed, beaming a huge, gold-toothed grin at me. “Go on, get your asses into the club! And, go straight to VIP, and tell 'em Curtis said you could.”

  I smiled. “Thank you, my good man!” I said as he parted the velvet rope to allow me and Eryn to pass. We stepped in, and the noise was immediately deafening.

  “Wow, it's loud in here!” I exclaimed.

  “It really is! But so fun! C'mon, let's get some drinks!” she shouted over the music.

  “All right; let's do that!”

  As the bouncer had said, we headed straight over to the VIP bar, which was a lot less crowded than the regular bar. The barman, a Cuban guy wearing a shiny, purple shirt, looked us up and down suspiciously.

  “You ain't dressed like no VIP, man,” he said to me.

  “Curtis told me to come straight here,” I said. “I’m Wade Vinson.” I stuck my hand out to shake his. “Nice to meet you.”

  His expression changed instantly; now he was beaming a big smile at me.

  “Seriously man? The volleyball player? C'mon, free shots on the house. What would you and your lady like?”

  I didn't like boasting about my achievements, but it seemed that I had to in this place to get anywhere.

  “Two tequilas!” Eryn interjected.

  I'd never seen this side of her; she was fun and exciting. Not that she wasn't otherwise, but she was typically so focused, driven, and passionate about volleyball that I almost hadn't imagined that she had a side that could let loose like this. She was, after all, a college junior, so I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised about it.

  “Two tequilas coming right up!” the barman said.

  We slammed the shots, and both laughed at each other's expressions as we downed the harsh-tasting liquid.

  “What's next, guys?” asked the barman.

  “I'll take a Bud, and for you Eryn?”

  “I think I'll have a margarita,” she replied with a smile. “Sugar on the rim, not salt.”

  The barman got us our orders and we headed over to a sofa where we drank them, trying to shout at each other and hold a conversation over the pounding music. We downed our drinks quickly, and I started feeling a buzz coming on from the booze.

  “You want another?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “I said, do you want another drink?”

  She chuckled and kissed me playfully. “Look at us here, having to shout at each other to communicate,” she said close to my ear.

  “I know! So, another drink?” I asked.

  “Yeah! But let's just make it a shot, and then go and dance, all right?”

  “Sounds good!”

  We went back to the VIP bar, where the same barman greeted us with a smile. “Two more tequila shots!” I said.

  “Ah, you guys are getting into party mode now!” he said with a laugh, and then went off to pour our shots.

  Eryn leaned over quickly and kissed me deeply and passionately as we waited. I squeezed her hand tightly in mine and stared into her beautiful eyes.

  “I'm a lucky guy,” I remarked, “a really, really lucky guy.”

  “And, I'm a lucky girl,” she replied.

  The barman arrived with our shots, and we knocked them back. Now that the alcohol was doing its work in each of us, the tequila didn't taste nearly as intense as it had the first time.

  No sooner than we’d put the shot glasses back on the bar, Eryn took my hands and began to lead me to the dance floor. “I think it's time to dance,” she said with a suggestive smile.

  “I think that's a great idea,” I replied.

  We found a spot on the crowded floor, and then a Latin-infused bit of pounding electronica came on. Eryn began winding her body and dancing with fluid, sexy moves. I'd had no idea she’d be such a talented dancer, and God, it was turning me on to see her moving with such sexual, erotic grace.

  I moved in closer to her, feeling the beat pulsing through my body and moving myself against her. She swayed her hips and raised her arms above her head, closing her eyes as she got into the music and began slowly, tantalizingly crushing herself against my crotch.

  I put my hands on her hips, softly and suggestively, and started grinding against her as well. I was getting hard, ridiculously hard, and I knew she could feel my hard-on pressing through my jeans against her.

  “God, you're fucking hot,” I whispered in her ear as she snaked and writhed sexily with the energy of the music and the dance.

  “I think we should go get a hotel room soon,” she whispered back. “Just a bit more dancing, but I want you...I want you bad.”

  “I do, too,” I whispered, the fullness of my erection pressing almost painfully against her body. “Believe me, I do, too...”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Eryn

  By the time we got onto the floor our hotel suite was on, we were already ripping each other's clothes off. We were both drunk – not smashed, but definitely beyond tipsy – and we were absolutely ravenous with desire for each other. We were making out with an almost frantic passion and pawing each other like crazy.

  I ripped Wade's shirt up over his head, exposing his sculpted, powerful torso, which was slick with sweat from dancing. In turn, he reached behind me and unzipped my cocktail dress. I stepped out of it, leaving myself clad in nothing but a pair of red, lacy panties because I'd had to go braless for this dress to really work.

  We hadn't even reached our room yet, and I was already almost naked – if anyone stepped out of their rooms, they'd catch a full glimpse of me showing pretty much everything.

  Not that anyone was likely to, as it was almost three in the morning, but getting it on in public like this, while frightening, gave me a pretty intense thrill; maybe it was some sort of repressed exhibitionism, or maybe just the scare of potentially getting caught, but I was massively turned on by being pretty much naked in public.

  Not wanting to be the only one in this situation, I unzipped Wade's jeans and ripped them open then pushed his boxer briefs down, allowing his sizeable member, already fully erect, to spring right out.

  I curled my fingers around it and grinned, rubbing it provocatively as we continued making out and stumbled toward our door.

  “Damn, look at us,” Wade said as our lips detached themselves from the hungry kiss. “We're almost doing it in public!”

  I laughed. “It's quite the thrill, isn't it?”

  “Still, I think we should go inside,” he replied with a chuckle. “It's fun, but I wouldn't want this night to end with both of us sitting in a police station on charges of public God knows what.”

  “All right, all right,” I sighed, squeezing his manhood playfully and pressing my naked breasts against his chest.

  He fumbled with the key card as I kept him distracted by stroking his cock softly. I could hear his rate of breathing quickening as I slowly and tantalizingly increased my pressure and speed.

  Still, he managed to get the door open, and we both stumbled in.

  He slammed it shut behind us before he immediately yanked my
panties down, dropped to his knees, pushed my legs apart, and dove straight in with his tongue, devouring me with a ravenous and enthusiastic relish. His hungry eagerness immediately sent gushes of pleasure through me and I gasped and moaned and gripped fistfuls of his hair, forcing his face deeper into me.

  “Mmm,” he groaned, his voice muffled.

  He continued working his tongue with a vigorous, but steady rhythm. I drove my hips with a greedy force into him, bucking and grinding against the motion of his licking, greedy for an intense orgasm; having sex while drunk removed all inhibitions and restraint. I felt almost like a wild animal, liberated of all my human constraints.

  He was gripping and squeezing my ass firmly as he ate me out, and he grabbed both cheeks hard and pulled me almost forcefully into his face. His rhythm was so intense and the pressure so great that the sensation was almost unbearable, and I thought that if I'd been sober, it would have been more than I could take.

  But, of course, I wasn't, so I felt the orgasm coming on quickly.

  It exploded through my body with a gushing force. I cried out loudly and almost tore fistfuls of his hair out of his head as it hit, my body shivering and shuddering as wave after wave tore through every nerve ending.

  But Wade didn't give me even a moment to recover; immediately, he stood up, his mouth and chin literally dripping wet, and he spun me around, slapping my ass hard as he did. I stumbled and almost fell, he spun me so forcefully, but I managed to get my hands on the edge of a table. I used it to support my weight as I leaned forward and spread my legs apart, exposing myself fully to him.

  He stepped in behind me and began to feed his exquisite length and thickness into me, and I panted and shivered with pleasure at every inch that he pushed inside, stretching me out. As soon as he was all the way in, I almost collapsed forward onto the table, the pleasure of feeling so full was so intense.

  He slipped his hands around me and grabbed a breast in each one, squeezing and fondling my stiff nipples as he began to move his hips, thrusting back and forth slowly and tantalizingly. He wasn't only doing a simple in and out motion, though; he was also moving it from side to side in an almost circular motion that accompanied his thrusts. It drove me totally wild – I'd never been penetrated like that before, and it felt absolutely amazing.