by Gabi Moore
“Ally, I’m not any stronger than you are,” he said and pulled me back to look into my eyes. I wanted those warm, firm, big hands to keep holding me like that forever.
“I know how hard it must be, to be responsible for those two little lives. Trust me, I know what that must feel like. I know what it feels like to think you’re the only one in the world who’s struggling, and that everyone else has figured it out. You’re strong too, Ally. God, you’re amazing. You want to know something? I admire you. You raised those kids to be the awesome little dudes they are. Have you seen them? They’re happy and healthy little boys, they’ve got good hearts, and Abby I know you love them more than anything. Do you think any of my ‘powerful contacts’ holds a candle to that?”
I tried but the tears came flowing easily again, and when I tried to speak I couldn’t, so he pulled me in again for another hug and squeezed me, hard, and I squeezed him back.
“Thank you, David,” I muttered, but before I could go on he gently pressed his lips to mine, then left them there. I tasted the salt of my own tears as he kissed me. It was a secret, tentative kiss. More like a test. I waited a moment to see if I would kiss back.
“David…”
“Just kiss me,” he said, and his lips were the soft and sweet. It was completely unlike the last time. Whereas before we had ripped into one another like hungry animals, now we were like two wounded little birds, pecking gently at one another, one tender kiss here, one trembling touch there. He placed a knuckle under my chin and lifted my face slowly up for a deeper kiss. My face was wet with tears but inside I felt a deep, slow, warm happiness rush through.
“I know I’m not your type, Ally…”
“And I’m not yours,” I said to his warm neck.
“Maybe this is a bad idea, sure… but I don’t care anymore. Just don’t stop kissing me.”
It was easy to obey. Our tongues played smoothly over one another, and our hands traced over the other’s body first cautiously then with more certainty. His chest was warm and solid and smelled like powder and skin and something undeniably male. Before I knew it, he had grabbed me round my waist and lifted he high, just holding me up like it took no effort at all. I loved the feeling of melting against his tight, tensed muscles as they held me up. Like nothing in the world could touch me here, like I was his.
His steady hands floated down my shoulders and rested against the small of my back, pulling me hungrily towards him. Still I kissed him, unwilling to stop for even a moment. We writhed effortlessly against one another, until I felt that hardness in his pants that made me feel weak in the knees. The last time he had fucked me so hard and so deep I had been sore for days afterwards. But right now, my body was fired up with the memory of how amazing it was to have him inside me, and I was ready to endure all of that and more again. I lifted a knee and hooked it around the back of him; he grabbed my thigh and ground his hips into mine. Still, our lips played their endless game with one another, both our eyes closed in a shared dream.
“All I’ve been able to think about is fucking you again,” he whispered softly into my open mouth. I sucked and bit his lower lip, moaning at the thought of him thinking about me.
“When we were deployed, I used to dream about a woman, used to dream about this, everything I missed… but you’re even better than my daydreams, Ally.”
No more was he David the slab of muscle, the Navy boy with a crew cut and square jaw. No longer was he some alpha jock with a torso full of tattoos. Instead, for a few fleeting moments, he became like a poet in my eyes, like the macho uniform was dropped for a few seconds and underneath was something… wonderful. Without realizing it I had staggered backwards and now had my back pressed hard against the kitchen counter.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I breathed between passionate kisses. God he smelled good. In an instant he reached down, put a hand behind my knees and one behind my back and then swooped me up. I gave him a giddy smile when he looked down at me, his eyes sparkling with naughtiness.
“Show me the way, Madame,” he said in a silly voice, and I laughed and pointed towards the staircase leading to my bedroom. He bounded up the stairs two at a time, carefully angling me to avoid hitting my head on anything, me giggling the whole way. When he lay me down on the bed and knelt beside me, the wet ache between my legs grew more intense. Here was a boy who made my clit jump with just a smile, so how was I going to survive him stroking my arm like that?
With cracking muscles he reached over his head and tore off his shirt. He then took his time peeling of my own tank top, then my tights, then his own pants, until nothing was left but our hot, bare bodies, close to one another. I already knew that once we put our bodies together, the reaction between them would be explosive. I already knew that soon, I would be coming so hard it would exhaust me. So why not take my time enjoying every sweet, delicious little step it took to get there?
We lay on our sides and gazed at one another. His body was so different from mine. Where I was soft, he was hard. Where my skin rippled and folded, his seemed stretched taut. Where I was pale and threaded through with fine blue veins underneath, he was swarthy and dark, his skin the color of matt, velvety caramel.
“I’m sorry if I was a bit rough the other night,” he said, treating me to little kisses and caresses all up and down my flanks. Even half-erect, his cock was intimidatingly thick and hard, one bulging vein trailing the length of it. Just seeing it there made my heart skip.
“I liked it,” I purred, and watched as my nipples tightened under his teasing touch.
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh. I don’t think anyone’s ever made me feel like that before,” I said, and I felt his cock pulse against my thigh. “Although, I think you should go easy on me this time with that monster,” I giggled, and he beamed right back at me.
“You know, you were pretty prickly with me the other day. Maybe me and this monster should be teaching you a lesson right now.”
I laughed. His one hand was playing with my hair and the other was trailing closer and closer to that soaking slit between my legs.
“Yes, yes, you’re right. You’re more mature than you look, I apologize.”
“Hmm… you may be my senior, but I think right now, right here, with our clothes off… looks like I’m the boss, wouldn’t you say?” he said, gently grabbed my hand and placed it on his rapidly stiffening cock. His eyes half closed as I gave a few slow, sinewy strokes, relishing how he responded to my touch.
“Now, is that any way to respect your elders?” I teased.
“Oh, I’m going to respect the hell out of you,” he growled, and thrust urgently into my hand.
We sunk into another kiss and soon I guided his now rock-hard dick to my pussy, teasingly slipping it between my thighs and continuing to stroke him with those silky wet folds instead. He pressed greedy hips deep into me in appreciation. I loved how easy it was to reduce this muscled beast of a man to jelly this way. He was like a stallion. I could spend eons with him like this, teasing and stroking both of ours bodies till we were in a hot frenzy.
The sight of his rippled abs curling to bring his body closer to mine turned me on so much I couldn’t resist slipping him out from between my thighs and shimmying down to take him in my mouth. His breath caught and quickened as I easily gobbled him down, tasting that warm, salty bead at the tip of his gorgeous swollen cock. I closed my lips round that thick shaft and slid my tongue and lips slowly up and down, relishing him, my ears pricked to every appreciative whimper that escaped his throat.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he groaned. Down to the thick black curls at the base I went and then up again, stroking my tongue up that hard pole and to the very tip, where I kissed and swirled, doing my best to eke out every last shudder of pleasure from his perfect body. To my surprise, he reached around and stroked down over my sides, over my hips and down into that soaking cleft, easily stroking a finger over my clit. It felt so good I couldn’t help but pause in my work, feeling him quiver in
my throat as I in turn quivered against his fingertips. I closed my eyes and carried on sucking, spreading my legs to him.
When he dipped a finger into that pool of honey, I gasped with him still deep in my mouth, and he slid all the way in, touching me deep inside those wet, secret, quivering places… I moaned and felt his cock twitch against my tongue. He kept playing at that tender opening, stroking me open, teasing me till I thought I’d go crazy for something more.
I slid him from my mouth and kissed his drum-tight belly.
“Here now…” I said and shyly guided him downwards, to where I really needed him.
We were both so ready for one another there was nothing to do but breath as he held me and carefully crammed every fat inch of his hot cock into me. He was a beast. A mountain of a man with a cock to match, but I wanted, no needed every atom of that cock in me, and when he had slid in as far as he could go, we exchanged another gasping kiss with one another, as though we were both amazed at how deliciously well our bodies fit together.
“You’re beautiful, Ally,” he said and kissed my brow.
I had forgotten all about the last time we were together. This was a different man. This man was tender and attentive and dripping with sweetness... and I could have burst into song with how fucking mind-blowing it felt to have him in me so deep. Our legs were tightly tangled into one another’s, we were close enough to taste one another’s breath, wrapped into one sweet, sweaty, sexy little knot so that every time he breathed I felt it moving right to the tip of his cock, right to my core.
I don’t know how long we made love like that for. I lost track of time, of my body, of my self, as we took our time inching deliciously deeper into one another, till it felt like we were one sticky, swollen mess, his body indistinguishable from mine. We breathed together. He seemed to know exactly where I needed him, when to fuck me hard and when to pull back and kiss me till I recovered and we could go again. I could feel how excited he was, could feel when I needed to pull him in deeper, when I needed to freeze on that cock of his and tease the tip of him with just the tiniest flutter deep inside.
Nothing seemed to matter after a while. It didn’t matter that I had stretchmarks or that my arms weren’t toned. It didn’t matter that his skin was cut and scarred and colored over with mismatched tattoos. It didn’t matter that I was a mother and he was a drifter, that I was afraid and he was numb, that I had forgotten how to do this and that he had never really done it at all… all that mattered was to keep going, keep pressing further into one another, following each little thread of pleasure until we couldn’t stand it anymore.
We came together and it felt like surrender. He gushed massive globs of hot cum deep into me and it was like my body gobbled it all up, happy because it felt like a gift. He growled quietly and clutched to me, and I clutched back, my body quaking against his in an orgasm of my own, one that felt deep and raw and rattled me to my bones.
He stayed inside me and we lay together, our limbs entwined, and slowly our breath returned to normal. He felt locked into me, and so he didn’t pull out, but we lay there like that, in a deep, juicy embrace, and eventually we fell asleep.
Later I woke up and discovered that it was already dark outside. Soft pattering on the roof outside told me it was raining. As the rain grew heavier he woke up, too, and lay silently in my arms as we listened to it together. Every part of his naked, warm body seemed like it was touching every part of my warm, naked body. It was a strange, dream-like moment, one I was afraid to break should I speak. So I didn’t speak. What could I possibly say?
David didn’t make sense for me. He was a poor choice. Everything rational in me told me that I was meant to be with someone else. And yet in that moment, it felt like in a way, he had always been a part of my life. Maybe I was more than just a cautious, worn-out single mother and maybe he was more than just a two-dimensional hot guy in a uniform. The first time we fucked I hadn’t taken him or myself seriously. But now, my mind was beginning to ask a new question: what if this was more than just a playful romp?
What if something actually happened here?
Chapter 12 - David
Some lessons you learn fast.
The first time I had a squib load malfunction with my MK23 because I hadn’t cleaned it properly beforehand, Jack nearly tore me a new one and I never, ever made the mistake again. But some lessons you learn slowly. Some lessons sneak up on you. Sure, I’d heard the other guys talk occasionally about their families. I’d seen men get misty eyed over torn photos of toddlers they’d pin inside their uniforms. But until that sleepy, rainy night when we lay together, I didn’t truly get it.
I wasn’t sure where things would go with Ally, sure. But I was absolutely clear on one thing: she deserved my protection. Whether we ended up together or not. Those kids deserved it. I guess I had joined the military for pretty bone-headed reasons. During our raids we seldom encountered women and children, thank god, but now I saw with crystal clarity: they were the whole reason we were there in the first place. What was worth defending more than those two kids’ sweet, innocent, trusting little faces? No wonder I had never been much of a soldier – I never got it until then.
I may have no longer been in service, but as I lay there in her warm arms, in the early hours of the morning, I thought how perhaps my best service was still ahead of me. I fell asleep and when I next woke up, it was light. I peeled her dozy arm off me and got up to stretch my legs. It was late. We had clearly both exhausted ourselves. She had been so beautiful last night. I could still smell her on me, still taste her, still feel her all around me. I looked down at her crumpled sweetly in the sheets, pulled my pants back on and decided to head downstairs.
I froze dead in my tracks, a jolt of goosebumps flashing over my skin. Downstairs to my 4 o’clock, someone was inside the house. Fuck. Ears pricked, I glanced over at her. Still sleeping. I searched the room for potential weapons. Two heavy lampshades, nothing sharp. There was a window I could fit through and jump out of if necessary, and the wardrobe door between the room’s entrance and Ally would make a good impromptu shield if I needed to buy her some time to escape.
My muscles tightened as I realized that the intruder had forced open the front door and was now walking upstairs. The whole world went quite as my ears zoomed in on those stealthy steps. I positioned myself between the door and Ally and waited. I don’t know how, but I knew it was him the moment I set eyes on him. Evil colors a man’s soul. It leaves traces in his eyes, in the lines around his mouth. I had seen enough of it to spot it a mile away, and the face now staring at me had it in buckets. My heart pounded furiously in my chest as we stood and took the measure of one another.
He was astonished to see me. He took one glance at Ally’s sleeping figure in the bed, the lower curve of one perfect breast peeking out from the sheet, then at me, and the tendons in his neck throbbed. He said nothing, but we understood one another. An invisible line of hate seared in the space between us. I didn’t have to look to know that his hands formed fists at his side. He hadn’t been prepared for a fight. But I had been training all my life to deal with men like him.
I took one menacing, silent step towards him and he took a corresponding one backwards. He seemed just as unwilling as I was to wake her, at least not yet. I took another few steps and drove him out the bedroom door, then quietly closed the door behind me. I could tell he was intimidated, despite the smarmy smile he had plastered all over his place. I was glad I hadn’t put my shirt on yet.
He nodded and looked me up and down.
“Punching above her weight, huh?” he said with a sour smirk on his lips.
I kept my face stony.
“You should leave. She won’t want to see you,” I said, blocking the entrance neatly.
“Excuse me? And who the fuck are you?”
“David Segal,” I said. “United States Navy SEAL.”
He laughed.
“And I’m the king of France. You don’t look old enough to be out of sch
ool buddy. Can you step aside please? I need to talk to Ally.”
“David?”
We both turned to Ally’s faint voice in the room, and in a split second he leapt forward and past me to fling the door open. She shrieked when she saw him, but I had already sprung towards him, hooked him under both arms and had him jammed hard against the door frame, wedging him there before he reached her.
“Andrew! Oh my god!” she screamed.
“So it’s fucking true then? Huh? You’re screwing around with some asshole in front of my fucking sons?”
I gave him a hard shove as he tried to leap at her again. I could tell instantly that he was in no sense a trained fighter, but he was pissed as hell and if my training had taught me anything, it was that insanity and rage were still a fearsome combo.
“Why don’t you kindly get the fuck out of here?” I hissed under my breath to him, my forearm pressing hard into his chest. I quickly glanced over my shoulder to see Ally panicked and hugging the far end of the room, the sheet held to her naked chest. I locked eyes with him. He glowered back at me. Like a tight cord snapping inside him, he let loose with a heavy punch into my left side. I recoiled but kept hold of him. Ally screamed. Taking a deep breath, I pinned him even harder into the door, lifted my fist and brought it swinging heavy into his scowling face. His head banged the door frame behind him, but in a few seconds he was lashing back at me again.
This time, I used all my force. I wouldn’t let anyone lay a fucking finger on Ally. Just when I thought I detected alcohol on his breath, he raised his knee up to my groin to pry me off and took a full swing at me. I ducked easily, tackled him around him middle and flung him to the ground. Instead of falling out towards the staircase, he staggered into the bedroom where Ally was hurriedly putting her shirt back on. Clearly dazed from banging his head on the door, he stood and staggered dizzy for a moment, then stood and collided with the wardrobe. I held out my hand and Ally ran to me, grabbing it and hiding behind me. She gasped and I followed her gaze to the ground. He had hit the wardrobe and knocked something off the top. We both realized at the same time what it was: a knife.
