by Carmen Faye
Her words stirred him up, especially for an amateur, or maybe that was some of the rationale for what was working. He liked to talk dirty. It made him more excited while he fucked a woman, but he’d never really listened to someone do it to him. What he got in return was mostly groans and moans with a sigh or squeal thrown in for good measure, but the words coming out of Emmy’s sexy, pink mouth were really getting to him.
“Yes,” he answered, and her excitement would have been a lot funnier if he wasn’t about to pop his load all over her. “Move closer.”
She did what he asked, bringing his cock that was thrusting through her fingers to her belly so each time he cleared her hands he met with soft wet skin. That in itself shouldn’t be that arousing, but the look on her face, the murmuring that he could barely hear anymore with the noise of the water crashing into the tiles and his heart beating so loud it was like on speaker and reverberating through his body, sent him over the edge and spiraling. He came so hard his ass cheeks were cramping from trying to bust through her two-handed fist she’d made for his enjoyment. Somewhere in there he closed his eyes and leaned back on the cool tiles, because when he opened his eyes all he saw was Emmy’s pink skin and large smile.
“You liked that, huh?” he said, as a large smile grew on his face. Her excitement and personality made him feel like he was young—at least he felt like he did before he joined the Navy. Being a SEAL during war time changed him. There was no doubt about that. He’d grown harder and more cynical, and being with Emmy had really put that into perspective. It wasn’t like this was a good time to change it. With two more years left of his commitment, it wouldn’t do him any good to start getting soft on a super sexy woman with a few secrets in her box of tricks.
She nodded her answer to go along with her smile, and he picked himself up off the wall to come toward her.
“Now, it’s your turn,” he said, gathering up the soap she’d placed in the shower. She’d used the regular soap that came with the room for him, but the flowery smelling pink liquid in a clear plastic container was the one she wanted for herself. She offered him a pink net thing that she wanted him to use, but he wanted to use his hands.
Right as he reached for her, he found himself looking at a faint scar that went down the middle of her chest. There was just something about the way the light was or something, but he ran his finger down the marking, and Emmy held her breath.
“What’s this?” He almost hated to ask because she looked mortified, but he wondered if this was some of the reason that her family was so protective of her.
“Nothing.” She snatched back the net scrubby and turned her back to him.
“Hey,” he said, turning her back toward him, but she was all soaped up on her chest, and she seemed to be vigorously trying to hide what he’d seen. “It’s alright we don’t have to talk about it.”
She looked like she was going to cry, and he hated that he’d broken whatever peaceful vibe they’d had going on before he touched her scar.
“Most people don’t see it,” she whispered, “and I don’t like to talk about it.”
He knew she was a stubborn soul because they were matched in that area. Matt wanted to know more, but it wasn’t going to be forthcoming, and since they were not going to be together that long anyway, there was no reason to fight for information he wouldn’t be needing. He looked at her and knew that in two more days they wouldn’t see each other again. It was a big world, and he was usually on the other side of it. His next stop was Guam, and the things he was set up to complete there were things he didn’t even want to think about. For now he just wanted to enjoy the peaceful decadence that he’d found when he’d thought he was just going on different walking tours and laying on the beach.
Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her, but she shook her head, turned around, grabbed some conditioner, and smeared it on the tight hole of her ass.
“I want to try something new,” she said.
“Have you done this before?” This wasn’t something that should be done without some stretching and a bit of time. A smear of product and a wish wasn’t going to get his cock into such a tight spot without a bit of pain.
She shook her head again. “But this is what I want.”
Matt was torn. Being one of the leaders in his squad, he had to make decisions on a dime. Some of them were popular, and other decisions weren’t. Emmy seemed to be in a battle with herself, but he didn’t want to be used as the weapon of choice. He put his thumb on the tight sphincter and pushed in just a bit only to feel her clutching and unclutching her pussy. It seemed like she liked the sensation, but he still wasn’t willing to hurt her so she could see if she liked anal penetration or not.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked, because he didn’t have a condom in the bathroom but remembered that they’d had sex without protection in the pool today as well. He was a man who never forgot to wrap his Johnson, so he was shocked at that slip.
“Yes, but you don’t need to worry because that’s not where I wanted you.” She looked back at him.
Her pink skin was all soapy and fragrant, and he hoped getting her off would calm her down a bit. So, he slid his hand over to her sudsy breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples like he knew she’d enjoy, as he pushed into the tight spot she wanted him to conquer. Just knowing that she wanted him to be the first there made him hard enough to give it to her, but he didn’t think she was ready in mind or spirit right now.
When he slipped his hand down to her pussy, she was already starting to buck against it.
“My fingers won’t get the pleasure this time. I want my cock buried in your pussy when you let loose.” He moved around so that he could insert his throbbing dick where he most wanted it to be, and she groaned, as he popped his thumb inside her ass. It was like a little mouth opening and closing on his thumb—and that pushed his control a bit.
“Harder, Matt. Don’t try to take it easy on me now that you think something is wrong with me.”
“I’m trying to make sure you have a great experience. Would I love to slam my cock into your ass and lose myself in the snug fit of your body? Maybe, but I want you to enjoy it, too. It sounds hot, and me knocking on your back door feels good, but you need a bit more work up. I’m happy to do it for you, but it won’t be right now. Let me get you started, and we can work on getting you ready for the main event.”
She hadn’t said anything, so he thought she was okay with what he said until she went forward and slammed back into him, sinking his cock and his thumb deep into her body. Fuck if that wasn’t one of the hottest things someone had done to me, he thought. This woman pressed all his hot buttons—and he liked it.
He slapped her ass once and the water on the surface made the sound like it was quite a wallop, but she froze and then shuddered. That’s my girl, he thought.
“More like that,” she said—and who was he not to oblige her.
Matt was trying to keep it pretty coordinated; he’d thrust once, and when she was full of his cock, he’d give her a tap and slid in with his thumb until the rhythm had her gasping and pushing back against the wall. He liked his cock slammed hard, and the music of her moans got him close. Matt grabbed onto her hair and pulled her back toward him, so he could get her closer, but when he did, her pussy gripped him with quick contractions, and she convulsed as she reached her climax.
When he saw she was on her way down, it only took a stroke or two more for him to finish himself off. The sounds of their huffing and puffing was the only thing that could be heard over the music of the water hitting the porcelain.
They both washed off quickly and without a word. He couldn’t speak for her, but thinking of not seeing her again was beginning be a problem. One he couldn’t afford. When they were dried off and she was looking for clothes to wear out, he took a gander at the in-room menu.
“Would you take a look at this?” he said, looking at the overly large menu. “They have a full Hawaiian feast in here.”
She didn’t even look over at him. “You are just trying to keep me in because you’ve figured out that I get tired easily, but it’s not going to work. I am getting better, and pushing myself is a great way to grow.”
“Actually, I’m tired, and I want to stay in. Have a good meal; maybe kick your ass in a game of cards.” He pulled out the cards he had with him at all times. His father was a Black Jack dealer, and cards had always been his life. From a gambler to a dealer, his father had made his peace with cards and gave his son a fresh deck every time he saw him. This time it was from a club in his home town. It was a ritual they’d settled into. His father wasn’t the “I love you” type—but then again—neither was he.
She walked over and looked at the menu over his shoulder. “Do they really have a feast in there?”
He pulled her down onto his lap and opened it up in front of him. “Would I lie to you?”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Emmy had no idea what she’d been doing that would earn her this kind of karma. Things were happening to her that she would have never believed were possible if she weren’t living it herself.
The time she was to spend in Hawaii in her first ever trip alone wasn’t lonely at all. She was with a man whom she was so proud to be with. It wasn’t about the looks, well it was not just about the looks. Matt was a man to be reckoned with, and he didn’t have to say a word. He was polite to people and held doors, but he also rocked her sexual world and made her feel like the sex she’d had before was all child’s play.
She’d had sex with a stranger, wore a bikini, and waded in the surf, which was more than she thought she’d have been able to do. She had learned a few swimming moves and had so much fun she was trying to figure out when she could return. It was that thought… that one little thought that made her sad. It wasn’t Hawaii that was so much fun; it was being here with Matt. The man had been with her day and night, but their time was coming to an end.
Since she’d done everything else on her list with Matt, she wanted to do the last two things by herself… although they would probably be to Matt’s benefit.
The stores near the hotel were quaint and colorful, but she’d been looking for a little black dress and some high-heeled shoes. It had been fun looking at all the pretty clothes, and she’d tried on and bought lots of things. She’d found her black dress and her moderately high heels, but she wanted to go into this last store. However, this last store was one she shouldn’t have entered.
Marcus was waiting by the back wall, and she didn’t see him until she was close to him.
“Looks like your pretty boy left you. It was only a matter of time.” The man had so much hate in him that it was hard to look at him.
“Can I help you with something, Marcus, or do you always slink about in women’s boutiques?” She continued to look through the clothing racks, but really her mind was on the door. She just wanted to leave but didn’t want him to think he scared her. She was done being afraid of anyone.
“I just saw you walking along and thought I’d say hello.” His beady little eyes made her think of a snake or a weasel. She had no idea why he was so into her. It wasn’t like she’d spent any time with him or that their last encounter was anything more than something that she should have reported to the police.
“Really? Because you could have done that without all the stalking and creepiness.” She looked at him, just to see what he was doing, but she still hated the way he looked at her.
“Then, I wouldn’t have had as much fun. You didn’t go out the other night when I said I’d meet you guys out. It looks like you two have been spending all of your time together. This is the first time I’ve seen you out alone.” He stood there and let that sink in, and she was just happy that he had stopped moving around.
She had been rustling through the clothes when what he’d just said hit the right nerve. “It sounds like you’ve been stalking us. Is that what you’ve been doing?”
“Is that what you’re going to tell your little boyfriend?” Marcus sounded like a child, and she didn’t know what he was so worked up about. They didn’t even know each other.
“First of all, he’s not my boyfriend, and second, he’s a hell of a lot bigger than you. He’s a Navy SEAL, so I’d suggest you not mess with him… or me.” This conversation was going too far. It wasn’t even about keeping face; it was more like she was in danger. This man wasn’t stable, and to stand here and argue with someone like that was almost as crazy as he was acting right now.
“I thought he wasn’t your boyfriend.” Marcus walked closer to her, and she turned to face him.
“Look, I don’t owe you any explanations. You are only some guy that I put in his place for putting his eyes and then his hands in places they didn’t belong.” She was walking away from him, but in small increments, because you weren’t supposed to let the animals know you were afraid of them. The way the store was situated, she may not be seen before he did something to her. She should have bought a knife or a small caliber gun. Here she was traveling alone, and the first stop, she found a predator and a criminal, or at least a man with criminal behaviors.
“I know about women like you. I had you in my grasp, but then something shinier came about. Women like you are always trying to get an upgrade, but then so is he. It has taken longer than I thought, but he’ll let you go. I’ll be watching for a time when I need to pick up the pieces, then I’ll let you beg me for a chance.” He wasn’t moving quickly, so the anxiety that she was feeling must have been from the vibe that was being piped in from his own brand of craziness.
“What kind of drugs are you on, seriously? It must be some good stuff. I wouldn’t come to you to pick up any pieces. If Matt and I aren’t together, there still won’t be a ‘you and me.’ There are lots of women on this island and a lot of them are by themselves. Why start with me? Move on to someone else.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he said, looking a bit wild eyed.
“Fine. Do what you want but stay away from me.” She backed away from the man because she didn’t want to give him her back.
“I know you have some feelings for me.” The crazy man said, and she had to stop and find out where he’d gotten such a stupid idea.
She didn’t even ask why because she knew he was dying to tell her.
“You could have told him what happened and he would have been all over me. Those military types think they can bully anyone, but I don’t take shit from anyone.”
“I didn’t tell him because I knew he’d kick your ass and that would mess up my trip. I’d already done enough damage to you, and you just weren’t worth my time.”
She didn’t know what those words had done to the man who now stood in the middle of the women’s lingerie portion of the store, but he looked like he was going to explode. She didn’t want to be anywhere near him when that happened.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Matt couldn’t believe his eyes when Emmy had come out of the bathroom. She was all dolled up in a little black dress and matching shoes and purse. He did have a few things planned for them, as it was their last night on the island. There were times that he wanted to pack her in his suitcase and take her with him, but he knew she was out here trying to find herself and prove that she could make it on her own. To tell her he was going to miss her was bullshit because he couldn’t do anything for her. He was in the middle of a tour of duty, and this had been his only break in such a long time he didn’t even want to share it with his family.
“You look beautiful,” he said, as he walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. He liked his sex deep, hard, and fast, but with her, he’d learned that he could enjoy it a bit slower. It was even better if she was trying to go fast and he was slowing it down.
“Thank you, sir. Where to?” she asked, as she stood in the middle of the floor, looking like something he would remember to stroke to on a lonely night when he was alone in the field.
“Off for dancing. We never made it to the club, so I
wanted to go on our last night here.” He was sorry that he put it that way because it was like he snuffed out the light in her eyes.
“I’m ready.” She was trying to act happy, but since he’d gotten to know her better in the last few days, he knew when she was trying and when it was genuine.
They were both silent, as they left the room, in the cab, and when they were seated at the fancy club. They were planning to eat in the restaurant portion and then dance the night away in the dance hall portion. They sat across from each other, and Matt was mad that they didn’t have the circle booths like the first place they had a drink had. It wasn’t like he wanted to finger her under the table like he’d done that time, but he didn’t want to just look at her…he wanted to touch her.
“Where are you off to next?” She looked everywhere but at his face, and he realized how much he enjoyed her gaze on him. He decided that he wouldn’t talk unless she was looking at him. It was their last night, but he didn’t want to be sad about it.
