Stacy Vs. SEAL

by Mona Cox

  Grabbing me by the hips he makes me turn to him. Without a single word, he picks me up from the floor and I react by instinct, placing my arms around his neck. He carries me across the living room, and then down a corridor; only when we step inside a room and he lays me down on the mattress do I realize there’s really no going back: I’m in his bedroom now.

  He climbs on top of me, the muscles in his arms and chest tense and chiseled, each one of them perfectly outlined under that tan skin of his. He kisses me then, his lips wet and eager, my mouth opening up and surrendering to him.

  His fingers travel down and over my breasts, stopping for a moment to caress my rosy nipples and then carrying on to my stomach, only stopping when they go over my waistline, meeting the fabric of my dress.

  “Diesel…” I purr, wiggling my hips as he unzips my skirt and yanks it down, revealing my dark blue thong. In an instant he presses his mouth against the wet fabric of it, sucking and nibbling as I squirm in delight. He pushes the thong aside, just enough to reveal my wet pussy and lay his lips there, lapping at my inner lips with his tongue, up and down, up and down, always circling its way back around my clit.

  I push my hips up, lost in the moment, craving his mouth on me. He pushes me down to the mattress, holding me with one hand and sliding the thong down my legs in one quick motion. I’m finally naked, my body his. With his hands on my knees he parts my legs, taking a good look at the narrow patch of wet hair between my legs, my pink folds yearning for the touch of his tongue.

  Instinct takes hold of me and I bury my hands in his hair, forcing his head down and pressing my pussy against his face. He goes down eagerly, his open mouth devouring me as I sway my hips with no discernible rhythm. He flicks his tongue at my clit and brushes two fingers up and down my pussy, sliding them in as slowly as he can, a sharp breath tumbling out of my lips as he does it. I arch my back, clenching my ass cheeks as my whole body tenses up in pleasure.

  “Don’t…” I start, trying to speak between moans. “Don’t stop, Diesel… Don’t…”

  He doesn’t need instructions; he seems to have no intention of stopping or slowing down. In fact, he starts sucking harder, caressing my inner lips with his mouth as his fingers slide in and out of me. I thrust my hips up once more, forcing his fingers deep inside as I shiver and tremble, a hasty scream forcing its way up my throat. I grit my teeth as ecstasy hits me like an avalanche.

  “This was… Oh God, this was so...” He doesn’t allow me to say it, nor does he allow me to take a break. He presses his thumb gently over my clit, moving it in careful maddening circles. He keeps lapping at my pussy, slower now, my wetness dripping down my thighs to the mattress. “Diesel…” I moan his name, grabbing at the sheets while I squirm in place.

  I keep moaning, not knowing if I can withstand the barrage of pleasure he wants to submit me to. Pressing his forearm over my belly, he holds me down as he slides one more finger inside me, stretching my pussy and making bright lights explode behind my closed eyelids. He keeps going, his fingers burying themselves deep like a hook, straining against my inner walls as they make their way.

  He moves his tongue up, replacing his thumb with it and licking my clit gently. I claw furiously at his hair, feeling the tension building up once again. It’s maddening and irresistible. I moan hard, knowing what’s coming, and thrust my pussy against his face, orgasming my way into oblivion with his face buried between my legs.

  I let my muscles and body relax as I collapse on top of the bed, praying for a minute’s rest. But Diesel has other things on his mind: instead of stopping, he takes his fingers out of my pussy and, grabbing under my thighs, raises my legs and places them over his shoulders. In a heartbeat, he has his mouth wrapped against my pussy again, sucking hungrily and darting his tongue in and out of me.

  “Please… Diesel…” I moan, my body crying for relief. I’m going to explode; if he makes me come once more that’s what’s going to happen. But he doesn’t seem to care and, soon enough, neither do I; I cross my legs over his shoulder blades, locking him in place and forcing him to devour me with no mercy. I scream and I moan, my voice bouncing off the walls and reaching my ears as pleasure turns into sound.

  I scream until my throat becomes raw, my hips jerking erratically as a heaven-sent electric current rages through my flesh. My whole body feels like it’s disintegrating, turning into a cloud of delight and pleasure. I come once more, spasms taking reign over my body and forcing me to flail my limbs as if I’m nothing more than a ragdoll. I’m blind and numb, my body utterly spent as that raging orgasm courses through my veins.

  I lay sprawled on the bed, breathing in and out as if I’m dying. And I am; I’m dying from so much pleasure. Even so, opening my eyes and seeing that gorgeous, perfect and naked man right on top me turns the coals of desire inside me into a raging inferno once again.

  I thought I was done, spent and unable to move, but looking into Diesel’s eyes and seeing the hunger there… It was as if my heart’s pumping adrenaline and not blood.

  I take my hands to his shoulders and, summoning up strength I didn’t know I had, I push him down to the mattress and climb on top of him with a cat-like motion. Grabbing his cock by the root I point it up, straight to where my body demands it to be. I ease myself down, my whole body shuddering as his tip slowly parts my pussy lips and struggles against my inner walls. I lower myself slowly, each inch I go down drawing a purred moan out of me. I’m surprised I can even do that, judging by the inane amount of screaming I’ve done. But it still seems I have some reserves in store, as his shaft slides inside of me and pierces me completely I let out one scream so fierce that my bones rattle. I claw at his chest, my fingernails burying themselves in his pectorals with such ferociousness I’m surprised I’m not drawing blood.

  My hips sway back and forth as he grabs my ass, his hands accompanying the motion of my body, squeezing at my cheeks and rubbing against my flushed skin.

  I ride him hard, almost too violently, hell bent on pleasing him as much as he pleased me. My ass slaps his thighs as I go up and down, his cock sliding easily inside my pussy, the flowing motion of our bodies almost hypnotizing.

  Diesel takes his hands from my ass cheeks and places them over my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples softly; I lean into him, my breasts bouncing freely over his mouth. He reaches for them with his lips, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth and caressing it with the tip of his tongue.

  I keep going until sweat starts trickling down my back, surprised my body can endure all this. I guess that when pleasure is your fuel, the sky's the limit. I don’t slow down, not even when his muscles bulge and tense up as if they are under a huge strain; instead, I go at him faster and fiercer, rocking my body against his until the point of no return.

  He grabs my ass once more and, instead of guiding me, he simply thrust his hips upward and pushes me down, holding me in place. I throw my head back and let out a scream that could break glass as his cock spasms inside of me. Furious flames of ecstasy are running through my twitching muscles, and even my mind feels like it’s boiling.

  “So, are you convinced now? Of the kind of man I really am?” he asks me with that maddening grin, his cock still pulsing inside my pussy.

  “Maybe… I think I need some more proof,” I tease him, flashing him one exhausted smile but still desperate for more. One thing’s true, at least, Diesel sure knows how to fuck a woman, and I’m guessing I’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg.

  “You asked for it,” he says, moving fast and forcing me to roll to the side without even taking his cock out of me. I lay on my back, spreading my legs wide as Diesel positions himself on top of me.

  “I did… Now give it to me,” I respond, locking my legs on his lower back and pulling him into me. I gasp as his long inches bury themselves deep into me, hitting that sweet spot inside my pussy. “Oh, God,” I cry out, digging my fingernails in his back.

  He pistons into me with such a fury that every single nerve
ending in my body is turning into ashes, an onslaught of sensations making their way to my brain and leaving me on the verge of unconsciousness. My body sways back and forth as he thrusts, the rhythm of his body almost too much for me, but he keeps on upping the pace with each pacing second, his cock completely ravaging my pussy. As tight as I was before Diesel, I doubt I’ll ever be the same: he’s stretching me wide, his pulsing cock pushing back against my inner walls and sending ripples of raw ecstasy through me.

  “Harder, harder!” I cry out, the words leaving my lips before I can stop myself. And I should stop myself; I mean, how in the world am I going to survive this? I guess I’ll find out how good I am at surviving, since Diesel obliges to my request and starts going harder than before.

  His thrusts are violent and strong, the rocking movement of his hips a perfect pendulum motion. He breaks his chain of movement with just one thrust, using all his strength at once and impaling me on his rock hard shaft; I close my eyes and grit my teeth, hissing as electric pleasure fills my mind at once and spreads to every single muscle in my body, no matter how small.

  He cums at the same time as I do. I press my forehead against his as that sweet orgasm crawls under my skin, reaching for every single corner of my mind. I breathe out deeply, feeling the first spasms of his cum; he stops his thrusting motion and them simply holds his position, gushing a warm river of cum inside of me, coating my insides and dripping down.

  Eventually he lets go of me, his cock twitching one final time before he pulls out from me and rolls to the side, sprawling his arms and surrendering to the sweet ecstasy that blankets us both. I let his cock slide out of me slowly, and then roll to the side and lay on top of the mattress.

  Exhausted, my body still victim to the occasional twitch, I take my hand and reach for his. Finding it, I lace my fingers around it. As he squeezes it back, a wave of comfort rides through me.

  “You might not be a bad boy, Diesel…” I say, my voice just a faint whisper. “But you sure know what you’re doing.”

  “You really don’t believe me, do you?”

  “Maybe I need some more convincing…” I turn to the side, so that I can look at him, and he does the same. In his eyes there’s a glint, and something tells me that this won’t be the last time we’re together…

  If he keeps fucking me like this, I guess he can convince me of anything he wants.

  66

  Lisa

  Okay, I’m not normally a clingy girl; I promise I’m not. But it’s been two whole days since the best fucking of my life, and I’ve heard...

  Absolutely not a thing from Diesel. Is that normal? Well, fuck, I don’t care if it’s normal for other people, it’s sure as hell not normal for me.

  So I decide that I’m not going to sit around and sigh and moan and hope that Diesel picks up the damn phone. Oh hell no. I wait for no man. I text him.

  Where are you, Carlton?

  He hates that name, and so I use it every chance I can get. Why? Because it’s fun to needle him.

  I never said I was nice.

  On the west side, with my mc.

  I can’t help grinning as I text back:

  Are you at Chelsea Piers, playing mini golf?

  I need to throw in some mention of bikes—pedal bikes. That’d really get under his skin.

  I mean, yeah, sure, he had the valet bring his Harley around that night at the Clover Club, but when you have a valet driving your Harley to deliver it to you, I'm sorry, that just doesn't count toward the masculinity factor. I refuse to think of someone who uses a valet as also being a rough and tough guy. It just…doesn’t compute.

  Before I can come up with the best way to ask him how fast he can get his Schwinn bicycle to go, he responds:

  No, although I can take you there sometime if you really want to go. I’m here at the clubhouse. Wanna come over?

  Very much. What is the address?

  I’m totally going to Google Map whatever addy he gives me. It’s probably going to be for some Italian restaurant or something.

  I’ll warn you; you’ll probably have to give blowjobs to every club member in the joint if you come here.

  I study my screen, biting my lip as I think. I’m pretty sure he isn’t being serious, but…what if he is? I mean, I want it rough; I want it from a man, but I don’t want to be gangbanged. That’s too far, even for me.

  I decide to play it safe, for now.

  We should compromise. You come to my place in Times Square. I don’t have a MC hanging out in the lobby, but I do have a gym.

  You want just me, or do you want some of my buddies too?

  I gulp. Oh my god, he can’t be serious, right?

  Right?

  I think your dick is big enough to satisfy me.

  As long as you’re happy…

  67

  Diesel

  The car is headed toward Lisa’s and I look over my messages on my phone, trying to make sure that I’ve answered everything. I’m pretty sure I won’t be available for the next several hours.

  All of a sudden my phone rings.

  I see who it is, and pick up.

  You want to know who it is, isn’t it?

  You know I can’t tell you. You’re too close to Lisa. You’ll just go and tell her.

  Besides, one of the rules of my MC is that I can’t fucking talk about inside business with outsiders. Doesn’t matter who the fuck I am, they’ll take away my patch and maybe even kill me if I started giving out the deepest, darkest secrets of the club.

  Don’t worry. We’re not trafficking in women or drugs. At least not this chapter. But we can’t have just every single reader on the Amazon store know our business, you know?

  Definitely Lisa can’t know. That’s sort of a given.

  Sure, she wants an outlaw. I get that.

  If she ever knew about me, I don’t know how long she’d stay, though.

  It’s something I can’t get over.

  But if things keep going the way they are with her, it’s something Im going to have to tell her about eventually. I mean, there’s only a certain amount of time I can keep fucking her without her asking any questions. She’s already started to. She’s probably already googled me. And she’s probably left with more questions than answers.

  That just means one thing. I have a choice coming up soon.

  Either tell her about who I really am.

  Or watch her leave me.

  68

  Lisa

  Makeup? Check. Tight dress? Check. Sexy lingerie? Check. All systems go; I’m ready for takeoff. Well, almost ready; I’m still waiting on the pilot.

  Although only an hour passed after Diesel’s last text, it seems like that was an eternity ago. I’m walking around my apartment like someone hit in the head by a club; I go from the kitchen to the bedroom, then head to the living room and only stop when I raced through every corner in the place. Why am I this nervous? It’s not like this is my first time with him… But I can’t shake off the anxiety that has settled deep in my bones. Every time I remember how it felt to have my naked body pressed against Diesel’s, his hard cock buried deep inside of me… That’s enough to make a wet mess out of me.

  Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and my train of thought derails. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and then walk to the door with a steady gait.

  “Long time, no see,” Diesel greets me as I open the door. He’s leaning against the doorway, his leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. This time he isn’t wearing a Polo, but a simple black dress shirt that clings to his muscles in an impossibly delicious way.

  “So, how was mini-golf?” I say, trying to play it cool and confident as I step to the side, inviting me in.

  “Dangerous,” he simply responds, throwing his jacket over my couch. “Gladly, I was there to prevent anyone from spraining an ankle.”

  “You have a big heart for a bad boy.”

  “Lucky for you,” he starts, lowering his voice and closing the distance
between us, “I have something bigger than my heart.” His body is almost against mine, his lips just inches away from mine. My heart is beating so fast I can feel it in my throat.

  “Do you? And what can you possibly be talking about?”

  “You’re a smartass, aren’t you, Lisa?” he whispers, gently placing his long fingers on my waist. “Maybe I should punish you for that. Give you a good ol’ spanking.”

  “I doubt you can do that,” I tease him, locking eyes with him. “You’re not as bad as you say… Carlton.” He narrows his eyes as he hears his real name, but I just smile.

  “Lisa, I’m not lying. I always told you the truth,” he continues, ignoring my teasing words. His tone of voice is a truthful one, but I just can’t buy it. What kind of outlaw MC would wear Polos and live in the Upper East Side? “I am--” This time I shut him up, placing my index finger over his moving lips.

  “I don’t care,” I say, and I mean it. “Just fuck me already.”

  Saying nothing more, I lean in for the kiss and, closing my eyes, I let his mouth fit against mine. I savor his full lips, surrendering to his manly flavor. I reach with my tongue and, feeling his, our kiss grows fierce, his hands pulling eagerly on my hips.

  My small fingers go to his shirt, and I flatten the palm of my hands against it, feeling his firm pectorals and eight-pack. I push the fabric up his torso and, as he raises his arms, I then pull it over his head and throw it to the floor, baring his ripped chest.

  It’s impossible to resist his perfect body and I’m not even going to try. His fingers go around my hips and over the curve of my ass, cupping it over my dress and squeezing it hard. I succumb to his pull and lean in, laying my lips against his neck.

  He stops me by tangling his fingers on my hair and throwing my head back, and I feel him breathing in the scent of my hair as my hands explore his side. That wild anxiety taking over me, I move my hands over the clasp of his belt and unfasten it, popping out the top button on his jeans at the same time.