by Susan Stoker
Jessyka arched her back. God, his fingers felt so good. She moved restlessly under him. “Jesus, Kason, please!”
“Please what, gorgeous?”
“I don’t know!” Jess looked up to see the broad smile on Kason’s face.
“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.”
He lifted his hands off of her and leaned back on his knees above her. Benny’s hands went to the waistband of his own jeans and he torturously eased his zipper down. As soon as the zipper got below a certain point, the head of his cock poked through the hole in his boxers.
Jess couldn’t help but giggle.
Benny smiled. He’d never laughed during sex before. Everything felt new with Jess.
“He looks excited to come out and play.”
“Oh, he’s excited all right, but he’ll just have to wait. I have stuff I gotta do first.”
“Stuff?”
“Stuff,” he confirmed with a smile.
Jess watched as Kason leaned to the side and shucked his jeans one leg at a time. He then scooted down on the bed until his face was right over her now damp panties. He drew his index finger down over the seam, then back up.
“Soaked.”
Jess moaned. “Yeah . . . please.”
“For me.”
“Yeah, Kason. For you.”
“I like.”
Jess didn’t answer him that time, knowing he was playing with her. Instead she bent her knees and spread her legs.
“Oh yeah, I can smell how much you want me. You do want this, right, Jess?”
“Duh, Kason. Yeah. Can you please get on with it? ‘Cos I’m dying here.”
Apparently her words pushed Kason over the edge because he reached to the bedside table and grabbed a knife. He flicked it open and looked up at Jess.
She didn’t even flinch, just raised her hips and murmured, “Oh, fuck yeah.”
Benny smiled. “You aren’t worried what I’m gonna do with this?”
“You’d better be cutting my panties off and going down on me if you know what’s good for you.”
Benny laughed. Jess was fucking perfect. This was a side of her he’d sensed was lurking below her beaten-down persona. Brian had bent her, but hadn’t broken her. “Don’t move.” He placed one hand on her stomach and pressed down, making sure she wouldn’t inadvertently twitch or move. Benny didn’t want to cut her, just the elastic on the underwear she was sporting. He put the blade under one side of the cloth at her hip and tugged upward. It didn’t take much pressure, Benny, as did every good SEAL, kept his blade razor sharp. He then moved to her other hip and did the same thing. He flicked the blade shut and threw it toward the nightstand. It clattered to a stop, resting against the wall.
Knowing nothing would stop him now, Benny slowly peeled down the front of Jess’s panties and sighed in appreciation. She wasn’t bare, but was well trimmed. She’d shaved the lips of her sex, but left a nice sized patch of hair above. He ran his fingers over it. “Fuck woman,” he breathed, then lowered his head.
Jessyka had been nervous about what he’d think of her grooming choice, but soon forgot everything, including her own name. Kason had been right, females certainly could go more than once, as long as they had a man who knew what he was doing.
And Kason definitely knew what he was doing. It wasn’t until she’d begged him to stop, that he’d sat up and wiped his hand over his mouth. “God, you taste good. I swear, Jess, I could do that all night.”
Jessyka smiled weakly up at him. She’d only had one lover before Kason, and Brian certainly didn’t compare at all. “Your turn, Kason.”
“No, now it’s our turn.”
Kason slid off the bed and stood up so he could remove his boxers. His cock was hard and straining upward. It certainly didn’t look comfortable to Jessyka. He opened the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a brand new box of condoms. He quickly opened the box and grabbed one and put it on. He crawled back on the bed and over to Jess.
“Are you ready for me?”
“I think I’ve been ready for you all my life.”
At her words, Jess watched as Kason’s face got soft and he leaned down to kiss her. She felt him ease inside her at the same time. He went slowly, somehow understanding how long it’d been for her. When he was all the way in, he sighed and pulled back just enough to see her face.
Jess could see the strain on his face. He was holding back. She hated it. “Let go, Kason. I can take it. I won’t break.”
“It’s been a while for you, gorgeous, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me. God, Kason, you prepared me so well, after two orgasms, I’m soaked. I can take whatever you have. Let go. Make me yours.”
“You fucking are mine.” It was as if his words loosened something inside him. He pulled back and slammed into her. Jess could feel his balls hit up against her body as he bottomed out. She put her arms around him and dug her fingers into his butt.
“Yes, Kason. Again. Do that again.”
He did it again, then again. Kason arched his back and his hips pounded into her. Jess leaned up and latched onto his pectoral muscle, right next to his nipple. She sucked in as hard as she could, using her teeth to nibble while she was sucking. If Kason could mark her as his, Jess could do the same right back.
When she was satisfied she’d left a good sized mark, she pulled back and looked up. Kason was smiling down at her, obviously having watched her mark him. “Satisfied?”
“Oh yeah, mine.”
“Yours. Fuck, Jess. Yours.”
Benny had never felt so connected to another person in his life. He thought the bond he had with his SEAL team was tight, but it was nothing compared to this. Watching her mark his skin was sexy as hell. He wanted to crawl inside Jessyka and never leave. He wanted to imprint her on his skin and imprint himself on hers in return. With that thought, Benny’s heart sped up and he couldn’t get the image of his release all over her skin out of his mind.
“I want to do something.”
“Yes, anything.”
Benny smiled. Jess didn’t even know what it was that he wanted, but she’d agreed nonetheless.
“I want to paint you with my come. Mark you.”
“Yes, Kason, God yes. That’s hot as hell.”
“Give me one more gorgeous, one more time, then it’ll be my turn.” Benny leaned up and reached down between their bodies to rub Jess’s clit. He continued to pound into her, but rubbed against her bundle of nerves at the same time. Benny felt Jess’s inner muscles squeeze and flutter around his dick as she came closer and closer to orgasm.
“That’s it, Jess, that’s it. Let go. Give it to me.”
Jess put her head back and dug her nails into Kason’s biceps. “Oh yes. God that feels good. I’m coming . . .”
Benny could feel the second Jessyka lost it as her inner muscles contracted and gripped him tightly as he continued to push his way in and out of her tight sheath throughout her climax. The second Jess stopped shaking, Benny pulled out and yanked off the condom. There was no way he could hold off his own release any longer. “Look at me, Jess. Watch what you do to me.”
Jessyka opened her eyes and looked down. She’d never seen anything more erotic in all her life. Kason was still straddling her, but he was stroking his cock quickly up and down, aiming at her stomach. She reached for him, wanting to feel his hardness in her hand, but was too late. He threw his head back and erupted. Jess watched, fascinated as Kason continued to spurt in pulses throughout his climax. She brought her hand down to her stomach and smeared his release into her skin, even as he continued emptying himself onto her.
Benny finally opened his eyes after what seemed to be the most intense climax he’d ever had, only to see Jess running both her hands through his release on her stomach. When she saw him watching, she reached down further and caressed his softening cock, squeezing one last stream of fluid from him.
“God, that was sexy as hell,” she told him, no artifice in her face
or tone. “I loved watching that, and I love feeling you on me.”
Benny brought one of his hands up to her face. “Taste me.” He couldn’t stop the order if he tried. But Jess, being Jess, didn’t hesitate. She brought one of her hands up to his wrist and guided his thumb into her mouth. Benny could feel his own wetness from her hand as she held his wrist. She licked and sucked all of his release off his finger, then nipped the pad of his thumb as she let go.
Benny let himself drop down gently on top of her. He could feel the wetness between her legs as she drew one leg up and over his hip. He could feel his own release between them on her stomach just as he could feel her wet hand run over his back and down to his ass.
He chuckled. “We need a shower.”
“I like us like this. It’s real. Raw. I’ve never had it this way. It was always polite and neat.”
“I don’t want to hear anything about how it used to be again,” Benny warned, not lifting his head.
“I only meant that this means something to me. I like it. I like us. Some people might think this is gross, but I think it’s natural and real. Can we just stay here for a bit?”
“Of course. But don’t blame me when you’re sticky and uncomfortable.”
Jess laughed. “Okay. I won’t. Promise.”
Later that night, much later, after a shower which included both of them climaxing again, Benny thought about how he’d gotten to this point in his life. He was happy for the first time ever. Genuinely happy. He might not know how he’d gotten there, but he knew he never wanted it to change.
Chapter Eleven
Jessyka looked over at Fiona as they pulled up to Caroline and Wolf’s house. She wasn’t sure about this. While she liked all of the women, a slumber party was a bit beyond what she was used to.
“Maybe you should take me back home, Fiona.”
“No way. This is tradition. Every time the guys get sent off on a mission we all get together and get drunk and cry and worry about them, then we get on with life until they get home. You’re one of us now, so you belong here with us.”
The whole “being one of them now” was still so unreal to Jessyka. It hadn’t taken long for the guys, and their women, to figure out her and Kason’s relationship had changed. Hell, the guys had taken one look at the hickey on Kason’s chest the first time they’d had PT and known. The same with the girls when they’d seen the not-so-subtle mark Kason had left on her neck.
Jess blushed, but Summer had just given her a huge hug and said, “Told you so.”
A week after Jess and Kason had solidified their new relationship, the team had been called on a mission. They couldn’t say where they were going or when they’d be back. That was the hardest part about being with a SEAL. They’d get called off on the spur of the moment and couldn’t say anything about where they were going or when they might return.
Jess had cried a bit, but Kason just held her tight and told her to trust him. That he knew what he was doing and so did the team. They’d be back as soon as they could.
So here she was, packed for a slumber party of all things. Mr. Davis had given her the night off from Aces and she was apparently stuck until she could escape in the morning.
“Hey you guys! It’s about time you got here!” Caroline was standing at the front door waving frantically at them.
“Looks like they started without us,” Fiona said laughing as she got their bags out of the trunk of the car.
And they had gotten started without them. Once they’d gotten inside it was obvious Caroline and Alabama were already three sheets to the wind and Summer and Cheyenne weren’t too far behind them.
“We’re so glad you’re here, Jess! Seriously! We just knew Kason would find someone soon, we just had no idea it would be you! You’re awesome!”
Jess could just smile at her.
“Here! You have to catch up! Try this! We just invented it tonight!” Alabama thrust a glass filled with what looked like milk in it. “I know it looks gross, but try it anyway!”
Jessyka took a small sip, dreading what it would taste like, and looked up in surprise.
“Ha! Told you it was good! Tastes like the milk left over after you’ve eaten a bowl of cinnamon cereal doesn’t it?”
“Oh my God! That’s exactly what it tastes like! What is it?” Jess couldn’t believe how good the drink tasted. She wasn’t one for the taste of hard alcohol, but she couldn’t really taste anything in this.
“It’s Rum Chata and vanilla cake vodka.”
“Rum what?”
“Don’t ask, just drink!”
And they did. Eventually they moved their party to the basement and lay sprawled on the bed, floor, and a fluffy chair in the corner of the room.
The room was slowly spinning around Jessyka, but she felt like she was floating, so it was okay.
“I don’t like it when the guys are gone,” Cheyenne said in a lull in the conversation.
“We don’t either, but we have each other, and it gets easier,” Caroline said confidently.
“How can it get easier? They’re out there getting shot at or something worse,” Cheyenne grumbled.
“Because they’re good at what they do. Because they’ll come home. Because we’re tough as nails Navy SEAL women and we have to deal with it,” was Alabama’s answer.
Asking what she never would’ve asked if she hadn’t been drinking for the last three hours, Jess piped up. “Aren’t you nervous without them around? I mean scared for yourself?”
Not beating around the bush, Fiona asked for clarification. “You mean like someone’s gonna kidnap us again?”
“Well, yeah. Or hurt you, or rob you, or something.”
“No. We have Tex,” Fiona said matter-of-factly.
“Tex. Kason said something about Tex,” Jess said absently.
“You mean he hasn’t programmed your phone with his number yet?” Summer asked in bewilderment.
“No, I don’t think so,” Jess said honestly.
Fiona didn’t say anything else, just pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and hit some buttons. Soon they all heard through the speaker, the ringing of a phone.
“Hey, Fiona, what’s up?”
“Tex!”
“Yeah girl, you called me. What do you need?”
“Kason hasn’t programmed your number into Jess’s phone yet,” Fiona said, as if this was a federal offense.
“Yeah, well, he hasn’t set up tracers yet either,” Tex replied calmly.
“Are you kidding?”
All eyes in the room turned to Jess. She looked at all the women looking at her and threw both her hands up as if to say, “don’t look at me.”
“This is not acceptable at all!” Fiona exclaimed to no one. Remembering Tex was on the line she leaned down and said too loudly into the speaker, “Tex!”
“How much have y’all had to drink tonight?”
“Whatever, listen, Tex. You have to get some thingies on Jess!”
“I will, once Benny tells me he’s talked to her about it.”
Jess thought it was about time she broke in and prevented world war three. “I know about the tracking thingies. Kason told me about them.”
Five sets of eyes swiveled to her and Jess swallowed hard.
“And?” Cheyenne demanded.
“And what?” Jess prevaricated, not knowing exactly what it was she was supposed to say.
“Are you gonna be all high and mighty and disapprove or what?” Alabama’s tone was a bit belligerent and Jess immediately got defensive.
Forgetting Tex was still listening, Jess let the women know exactly what she was thinking. “I don’t disapprove. Shit, knowing what you guys all went through, I’m amazed you’re still upright and functioning normally in society. If I’d been through what you had, I’d probably be in a fetal position on the floor crying and moaning and not wanting to see anybody ever again. I figure part of the reason why you’re so awesome is because of your men. So you know what, if I was you,
I’d want to have a GPS surgically implanted under my skin, like a microchip that dogs get. To know that you have a man who’d do anything to protect you, to go so far as to want to know where you are every minute of every day just so he knows you’re safe? Hell yeah, I want that. But I’m not you. I haven’t been stolen out of my bed at night. I haven’t been kidnapped by scary people wanting to do scary things. I’m just me. And besides, Kason hasn’t asked me. He told me about you guys, but he hasn’t told me he wants to put a tracking thingie on me. So there.”
It was a lame finish to her impassioned speech, but Jess wound down quickly after blurting out the truth. The truth that she hadn’t been able to get off her mind since Kason had told her about how all the other women were tracked. He hadn’t brought it up again and she didn’t know if it was because he didn’t want her like that, or because he thought she’d disapprove or what.
“Jessyka, go upstairs and get your purse.”
Jess turned to look at the phone in confusion. “Huh?”
“Go upstairs and get your purse. Bring it back down to the basement. We’ll wait for you,” Tex repeated, as if talking to a child.
“I’ll get it!” Cheyenne yelled, leaping up and stumbling up the stairs as if she was an eight year old and not thirty two.
They heard Cheyenne clomping back down the stairs not fifteen seconds later. “Got it!” she yelled, almost tripping and landing on her face as she got to the last step.
“Jessyka, open it up and look in the side pocket,” Tex’s voice was calm, but at the same time it was obvious he wasn’t asking, he was telling.
Jess did as Tex asked and pulled out a small black square. It was about the size of her thumbnail. “What the hell is this?”
“It’s a tracking thingie!” Fiona cried happily.
“But, Tex, you said that you hadn’t . . .”
“I said I hadn’t. I didn’t say Benny hadn’t already taken care of it.”