Men In Uniform Anthology

by Delilah Devlin

  He shook his head and gave her a smoldering frown. Her lips tipped upward at the corners.

  He let her go and moved to pull out her chair. When she was seated, he moved his chair to the opposite side of the small table. No chance of either of them accidentally touching, because one touch would be too much.

  They both ate quickly. No words spared. Her gaze darted to his. He gave her a steady stare, watching every forkful lift to her plump mouth. Watching her cheeks turn pink, her pupils widen.

  When she laid down her fork, her meal only half eaten, he pushed up from the table and stood by her side. When he extended his hand, she rested hers inside, and he pulled her to her feet.

  Then he turned and pulled her behind him into the bedroom.

  …

  Jessie’s heart thudded against her chest and her temples. She was really going to do this. With him. Her mind raced. She couldn’t calculate how long it had been since she’d had sex with a man—but it was too long. Since before her last tour. Maybe the long abstinence was the reason she trembled.

  He stopped beside the bed she’d made that morning with clean sheets and dropped her hand. Then he toed off his shoes, rucked up his T-shirt, and pulled it over his head. His chin jutted, giving her a silent order to do the same.

  Jessie didn’t hesitate, stepping on the backs of her hiking boots to remove them, then pulling off the overlarge tee and dropping it beside her. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then taking a deep breath, she shrugged it off so that she stood bare-chested in front of him.

  His gaze flickered downward. His jaw tightened. His nostrils flared.

  She felt her nipples tingle and tighten.

  His hands dropped to the waistband of his jeans, and he thumbed open the button and grasped the tongue of the zipper. Slowly, he drew it downward.

  Her breath caught as she stared.

  He pushed his jeans down his thighs, and then he drew a deep breath and sighed.

  She could understand why he felt relief. His cock bounded upward, thick and hard. He’d been like that for a while. She could see a red line creasing the skin cloaking his shaft where a seam in his jeans had cut into his erection.

  He withdrew a small plastic packet from his jeans pocket.

  She blinked and pushed down the elastic band of the workout shorts she wore, baring her hips. She stepped out of the garment and stood, still barely breathing as he finished rolling the condom down his shaft. When he completed the task, he didn’t look her way. He bent and threw back the blanket and upper sheet. They wouldn’t need anything to keep them warm. There’d be nothing between them.

  Jessie didn’t wait. She slid across the mattress and lay in the middle, her arms beside her body.

  His gaze raked her frame, head to toe, then returned to lock with hers. “You’re…exquisite.”

  The word sounded a little garbled. Like he’d never said it before. Like he was too excited to get it past his tightening lips. “Thank you,” she whispered, lifting her arms, an invitation he couldn’t misinterpret. “Please.”

  He shook his head then crawled onto the bed and straddled her hips.

  With him kneeling over her, she looked her fill of his strong, hard body. Oh, she’d had men in prime condition, fellow officers, but she’d never had a man who looked as though his body was carved out of rock—wide, heavily muscled shoulders, brawny arms and thighs, a torso a bodybuilder would cry to have.

  She reached up and cupped her hands over his chest, felt the muscles flex, then glided them downward over bunched muscles and shadowed indentations. His skin was hot and a lovely tan color, except for the white band across his hips. Taking a deep breath for courage, she wrapped her hands around his length, noted that the tips of her fingers barely met, then smoothed lower to cup his warm, velvety balls.

  All the while she explored, his hands fisted at his sides, and his chest billowed around shortened breaths. “This is going to be too quick,” he muttered.

  “Which I don’t mind,” she said, smiling up at him. “Because I know a SEAL is ‘all in, all the time.’”

  He huffed a breath then lowered himself, placing his hands on the bed beside her upper arms. “Put me inside you.”

  “I like your foreplay,” she whispered.

  His eyes narrowed, but he sucked in a quick breath when she guided him to her entrance.

  “There,” she said.

  “I’ll try to go slow.”

  She reached up and cupped his cheek. “Don’t. Not on my account. If you can’t tell, I’m ready.”

  Sure enough, moisture greeted him as he eased inside. He did it slowly, making little circles with his hips to screw into her slick channel. When he pulled back, she instinctively tightened around him to prevent him leaving.

  “Damn,” he rasped. “Do that again, and it’ll all be over.”

  She thumbed his small brown nipples, scraping over the tiny peaks. “Come too quick, and I’ll insist you do it again.”

  “I don’t see the downside.”

  She gave a throaty laugh. “Just move, SEAL-boy. Show me what all this muscle can do.”

  It was his turn to give a short, thick gust of laughter. “Jesus, Jessie. I’m going to embarrass myself.”

  “I doubt it,” she whispered. “I’m already impressed.”

  His eyes narrowed, and he lowered his body until his chest touched her spiked nipples. Then he began to move in earnest, slow glides that stretched her channel then deepening, harder thrusts that tightened the tension in her belly.

  Soon she was arching against him, rubbing her breasts against his hot skin, winding her legs around his narrow hips to get closer. She reached up to cup the sides of his face then leaned toward him, pressing her mouth against his then nipping at his lips, trying to incite him to let go.

  All the while, she couldn’t help the sounds she made. Whimpers, jagged moans. She was getting close, her belly and legs trembling.

  Abruptly, he pulled free and sat back on his haunches. Without being told, she awkwardly moved her legs to one side, rolled, and came up on her knees, positioning herself in front of him.

  His strong hands smoothed over her ass then cupped her sex. Fingers filled her, rubbed her clit. Then he pressed his cock against her folds again and drove inward.

  She sank her back and arched her neck. His hands came around her and cupped her breasts. His fingers pinched the tips, making her cry out.

  “Too much?” he asked, rubbing his cheek against hers.

  Nearly out of her mind, she shook her head. Leaning on one arm, she reached behind her and thrust her fingers into his hair and pulled.

  He held her hips in a bruising grip and pounded.

  Heat built, her body released a rush of fluid. The wet sounds grew lush, lewd. Still, he didn’t relent, hammering into her.

  Then he slid a hand between her legs and thumbed her clit.

  “Spider!” She bit her lip and held onto him, rocked by his powerful thrusts as pleasure exploded. When she could breathe again, she melted against him.

  He drew her up until she sat, her knees spread wide, his cock still deep and pulsing. His arms surrounded her, and he pressed a kiss against her shoulder.

  She lowered her hand to touch him, ringing the base of his cock with her fingers then caressing his balls. “You lied,” she gasped.

  “Baby, I’m barely holding on.”

  She turned her face, and he kissed her.

  “I’m a selfish bastard,” he said, gliding his nose alongside hers. “I don’t want it to end.”

  “I’m greedy, too.” She pushed his arms away then crawled off him, turned, and straddled his hips. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his still rock-hard cock. With her hands, she pressed on his shoulders as she rose and fell, her eyelids dipping as she exalted in the feeling of his cock filling her up. “I’m ruined,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt this…” She shook her head, because she didn’t know what word could encompass this lush pleasure.

  His
hands clamped on her ass, forcing her to move faster. His mouth scooped hers, sucking her lower lip between his teeth. When he let it go, he leaned his forehead against hers. “I like this…with you.”

  She nodded quickly. Happy he felt it, too.

  He gave her a wicked smile and moved one hand to her breast. While she moved, he tugged the hard tip then twisted it and let it go. He repeated the action, this time twisting harder, and her head fell back as her pussy clenched hard around him.

  Then he lowered his hand and plucked at her clit.

  She drew a short, sharp breath and bit her lower lip. “I could come again,” she whispered.

  Chapter Four

  Spider ground his teeth. He could do this. He could hold on just a little longer. He’d already tried to distract himself by imagining squirming worms on sharp hooks to fight the pleasurable clench of her pussy around his cock.

  You can do this.

  Be the lover she deserved. Already, she’d admitted he’d impressed her. He wanted to leave a lasting impression—and ensure she’d want this again, with him.

  Jessie was unlike any woman he’d ever met. Fierce. Funny. Smart. Not qualities he’d ever have imagined were important in a bed partner, but now that he’d experienced this, he wanted more.

  He gripped the sides of her hips and forced her down on his cock then held her there while he ground against her, making sure he rubbed her clit just right. And he knew he was pleasing her by the way her every breath became an elongated sigh.

  He eased her upward, just a couple of inches, then flexed his thighs, coming up to stroke her from below. With one hand on her soft bottom, he glided a finger between her cheeks and grazed her back entrance.

  Her eyes widened. Her gaze locked with his.

  When he wriggled inside, her nails bit into his shoulders, and she bounced on his cock, meeting his thrusts. “Oh God, oh God,” she said.

  And then he felt it. Another gush of liquid that bathed his cock and his balls. Her inner walls rippled all along his shaft, and her pussy pulsed, squeezing and releasing.

  She gave a muffled shout then lost her rhythm altogether, jerking against him.

  Beyond ready, he let go a yell. The pressure in his balls erupted, and he pumped upward, releasing himself inside her.

  When he could see again, he kept rocking against her, gently now. His body shuddered as he drew deep breaths to fill starved lungs.

  Her hands smoothed down his back and up. Fingers curled into his hair and scraped his scalp, calming him, bringing him back.

  At last, he nuzzled into the corner of her neck and kissed her. “We’re not dead?”

  She laughed and wrapped her arms around him to give him a tight hug. “That was…amazing.”

  He chuckled against her damp skin and breathed in her musk, wishing they could stay like this.

  When she relaxed against him, he drew a deep sigh. She shifted, and his cock slid free of her warmth. He’d never been one to cuddle after sex, but he liked the way she felt resting against him, so he turned on his side and kept her close.

  Jessie nuzzled his neck and murmured. Moments later, her breath deepened.

  He, however, was far from sleepy. Not with his body all too aware of her warm skin and fleshy curves. His cock stirred, reminding him he needed to do something about the condom.

  Slipping a hand between their bodies, he stealthily removed it and tossed it onto the floor. His cock continued to thicken, but no amount of deep breathing or trying to think about things other than the beautiful girl lying beside him lessened his arousal.

  The temptation was just too great. Careful not to wake her, he rolled her to her back.

  She sighed, and one of her slender hands slid across her chest to mold her breast.

  His breath held as he watched her fingers flutter over her nipple before going still again. Such an innocent gesture, not meant to tease a man, and yet, he felt privileged to witness it.

  His gaze roamed her body, memorizing the shape of her breasts, the color and size of her nipples, the gentle swell of her belly, the length of her toned legs…

  Those legs were parted, and he gave in to the temptation to scoot down the mattress to look at her pussy. Dark, lustrous hair cloaked her mound. With slow, gentle nudges, he encouraged her to widen her legs then slipped between her parted thighs to rest on his elbows as he thumbed apart her folds. Her inner lips fascinated him. They protruded slightly from between the thicker, outer lips.

  He feathered the pad of a finger across the length of her inner labia, noting how delicate they felt, like the petal of a rose.

  Her thighs stirred, opening wider still, and she muttered in her sleep.

  Spider bent over her and drew in her scent—her gentle musk mixed with his. His cock hardened, and he shifted his hips to ease the pressure against the mattress. He glanced upward and thought he saw her eyelids flutter.

  He narrowed his eyes. Was she pretending to sleep? He bent lower and slowly dragged his tongue from the bottom of her folds upward.

  Fingers raked his hair and pulled, anchoring him above her pussy.

  “Someone’s awake,” he murmured.

  “Not yet. Getting there.”

  He liked the deeper, whisky tone of her voice. “I’ll have to try harder,” he whispered. Then he opened her folds and thrust his tongue inside her entrance as far as it would reach. While he fluttered and licked, her fingernails dug into his scalp, her hips undulated. He withdrew and slid his palms under her ass. “Bend your knees and lift up a bit.”

  She groaned. “Thought you were going to do all the work.”

  “Lazy, lazy…” he teased, waiting as she slid the soles of her feet up the mattress then tilted her hips. He used his thumbs to stroke the soft skin at the corners of her thighs then licked and sucked at her folds, his tongue stroking and prodding until her belly began to tremble.

  Then he moved upward and scooped at her clit with his lips. He sucked lightly then used his tongue to play with the hood still protecting the hardening knot. “Pull it up,” he whispered. “Let me see.”

  When he darted a glance upward, she shook her head. Her hands played with her nipples, pinching the tips. “It’ll be too much.”

  “Promise,” he whispered. “I’ll be gentle.”

  She moaned, and her gaze fell to the side, but she slid one hand down her belly then forked her fingers at the top of her folds and tugged upward, fully exposing her little love knot.

  Spider drew moisture into his mouth then reached out his tongue to stroke across it with the flat of his very wet tongue.

  Jessie hissed air between her teeth, and her body went rigid. “More,” she rasped.

  He wet his lips and placed them around her clit, then fluttered his tongue while he suctioned, drawing gently at first, then with increasing fervor as her thighs and belly shook.

  Her moans grew louder, tightening into a sexy, feminine whine, but he didn’t relent. He drew moisture from her pussy and traced a path downward to finger her back entrance. Her breath caught when he entered her. Then, with his finger thrusting into her back entrance and his thumb swirling in her pussy, he gently teethed her clit.

  Jessie arched her back and let out a cry, rocking her hips as he stroked and sucked her through her orgasm. Only when she sagged against the mattress did he withdraw. He kissed her inner thighs, her belly, and moved upward to kiss both of her beaded nipples, then kissed her mouth.

  Her breaths were warm and jagged. Her hands gripped his shoulders and smoothed up into his hair. “What about you?” she whispered in his ear.

  He was rock-hard, but he worried he’d leave her sore. He shook his head. “I should do a check—outside,” he said, knowing his voice was as rough as sandpaper.

  “Hurry back,” she said, letting him go.

  He kissed her hard again. “You should sleep.”

  She huffed a breath. “Not likely.” Her hand encircled his cock. “I’m greedy. I want more.”

  A laugh gusted.
“You’re already hot down there, sweetheart. A little raw. Maybe you should rest.”

  She grunted. “Spoilsport.” But already she was stretching, breathing deeper.

  He left the bed and headed to the bathroom where he washed his hands and brushed his teeth. Glancing down at his dick, he gave himself a stroke and grimaced. No way was he dragging on underwear over that hard-on. So he strode naked outside and walked around the cabin, cussing when pine needles stabbed his tender soles.

  When he returned to the porch, he sat gingerly on the top step, his legs spread, hoping the cool air would help lessen his erection.

  The door creaked open behind him, and his heart beat a little faster. He didn’t look back as she padded quietly toward him then descended the steps. Moving in front of him, she held up a condom. “My turn,” she said. She reached for his hand and turned it palm-up and placed the condom in the center. Then she knelt on the bottom step and curved her back as she moved her head between his legs.

  Her soft hands surrounded him, and he leaned back on his free hand, glancing skyward at the moonlight piercing through the canopy of leaves. When her warm, wet mouth latched around the head of his dick, he drew air into his lungs and felt his skin prickle with goose bumps as she began to suck.

  Soon, she was bobbing over him, her hands twisting around his cock at the base and fondling his balls as she sank again and again, taking him deep. When he was sure he was ready to burst, he pulled her hair, forcing her off him. Then he quickly rolled on the condom and patted his thighs.

  She didn’t need any further instruction, moving upward to straddle him as he helped her find her balance, his hands molding her waist then her hips. When she slid down his shaft, they both let out little cries then sat staring at each other, smiles stretching.

  “You’re going to get splinters in your knees,” he warned.

  “Worth it,” she said, flipping back her hair.

  As she began moving, Spider watched her expressions, changing from a tense fierceness to dewy-eyed wonder as she approached another orgasm. His heart swelled inside his chest, glad he could give this to her, honored she’d surrendered herself to him. He’d do anything to please her and risk everything to save her.