SEAL's Virgin: A Bad Boy Military Romance

by Juliana Conners

  I am going to lose my virginity. To Damien Hudson, a much older than me billionaire who dared me to go on just one date with him. And somehow it feels just as right as having dinner with him did.

  His apartment is sparse and immaculate— a stereotypical bachelor pad. We’re not even all the way inside before he picks me up and carries me to his bed.

  “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he says, as he kisses my mouth, my neck, my cleavage. “You make me want to do bad things to you.”

  “I know,” I tell him, as he pulls my clothes off me, frantically and in more of a hurry than he needs to be. I don’t have to be home quite yet. But he seems driven by some animal need.

  “I want to devour you,” he tells me.

  Soon, I’m completely naked. Then he takes off his shirt and pants and I’m in awe. He has a tribal tattoo on his muscular, toned chest.

  He has the best body I’ve ever seen. It’s tanned, ripped and strong. And he has a huge cock that makes me a little bit scared.

  “You’ve never had sex before, have you?” he asks me, as he leans me back on the bed.

  “No,” I admit.

  “I knew it,” he says, tracing his fingers around my nipples like I used to fantasize about him doing to me. Except this is even better. The real thing is everything I imagined and more.

  My nipples stand up at his command and he begins to suck on one of them as he gently rubs and pinches the other one.

  “Don’t worry,” he says, pulling me closer to him. “I’ll be gentle.”

  He sucks on my other nipple, stopping to look into my eyes.

  “I can’t believe the things you make me do, the things you make me say,” he says, pulling a condom out of his bedside drawer.

  He opens the wrapper and puts it on.

  “Lean back,” he tells me, and I lay my head on his soft silk pillowcase.

  This is it, I think, here it comes.

  But he plays with me for a while, surprising me with his dexterity.

  “Your little pussy is so wet and tight,” he says, as he fingers me while playing with my clit with his other hand. “And I love how I can see all of it. Did you shave it for me?”

  “Yes,” I admit.

  Part of me always knew we would be doing this. Ever since I first met him. I had decided to shave off all my hair down there, and apparently, my decision was the right one because he seems very pleased.

  “I love your bald little pussy and the way you let me spread its lips and play with your clit,” he says, stroking and rubbing my clit and pushing his finger into me until I feel as if I’m about to burst.

  “You’ll let me do anything I want to you, won’t you?” he says, as I feel a rush of pleasure moving through me.

  “Yes,” I cry out, as he expertly plays with my clit until I’m on the brink of an orgasm. “Oh, my God.”

  “Come for me, Katie,” he says, rubbing my clit while looking me in my eyes. “Come on my hand, Baby.”

  “Damien,” I cry out, riding the wave of pleasure that he’s causing my body to experience. “This feels so good. I’m coming so much. I’ve never come like this in my life.”

  “Of course, you haven’t, Baby,” he says, bending down to kiss me. “You’ve never been with the right man, who knew how to make you feel so good.”

  He stands up and then spreads my legs open wider, wrapping them around his hips.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he says. “For your very first time. Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” I tell him, as he raises my hips a bit higher with his hands, to get the most ideal position.

  “I’m going to take your virginity,” he says, as he slides himself into me.

  I feel helpless to his touch, to his cock inside my pussy. I give control over to him and let him do what he wants with me. It’s everything I ever hoped it would be and more. His long, hard cock enters me most of the way inside until it hurts and I tense up.

  “Ouch,” I cry out, and he pins my hands behind my head, entering me all the way.

  “There now,” he says, filling me up completely. “That wasn’t that bad, was it?”

  “No,” I admit, loving the way it feels when his cock all the way inside me. “It only hurt for a minute.”

  “And this feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks, thrusting his hips so that his cock goes deeper and deeper inside me.

  “Yes,” I say, already feeling another orgasm making its way through me. “It feels so good, Damien.”

  He pushes himself in and out of me until I let go in the most amazing release I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

  “I’m coming again,” I say, moaning and whimpering as he looks into my eyes as he fucks me for my very first time.

  “I know you are,” he says. “Come for me baby. Come on my cock.”

  I writhe underneath him, lifting myself up even further to meet the heat of his body as I come and to feel his entire cock as far inside me as I can.

  “This is the best feeling I’ve ever had,” I tell him, without even thinking about what I’m saying.

  “Good, baby,” he says, pumping himself in and out of me. “I love to make you feel good. I love to fuck you.”

  “I love it when you fuck me too,” I say, completely surrendering to the feeling of him inside me. Filling up a void I didn’t even know was there. Not wanting him to ever stop.

  I wish this dinner date wasn’t just a dare and that it could go on forever. Because now that I’ve had Damien’s cock inside me I’m completely and utterly hooked.

  Chapter 13– Damien

  I look down at Katie’s beautiful, curvy body and my cock in her wet and eager pussy. I can’t believe I’m fucking her. This is like a dream come true.

  I want to keep going, to fuck her until I come but I’m not done making her feel good yet. I want her first time to be amazing, especially because it might be all we have together.

  I get down on my hands and knees and pull her pussy up close to my face. I love how pink and swollen her clit looks from the way I was rubbing it. I love that it’s engorged for me.

  I kiss and then suck on it gently, teasing her with my tongue.

  “Oh, my God, Damien,” she groans. “That feels so fucking good.”

  Then I bite down gently on it, inserting a finger inside her as I do so. I bite and lick, bite and lick until she’s moaning and groaning and pulling herself away from a little bit.

  “I’m going to come,” she says. “How can I be coming so many times?”

  I feel her entire body shake as I suck on her clit until she comes in my mouth. I play with her perfect nipples while tasting her pussy juices.

  She moves further back away from me, saying, “It’s so sensitive. It kind of almost hurts. But it feels so good.”

  “I know,” I tell her, scooping her up into arms. There’s no time for a break. It’s my turn now.

  I pick her up and carry her, pinning her against the wall by her arms and then forcing my hard cock into her tight pussy again.

  “Oh, my God,” she calls out. “How do you know what to do to me?”

  I just do, I think, as I ram myself in and out of her.

  I love that I’m popping her cherry and I love that she’s enjoying it so much. I can feel my cock throbbing inside her and I feel as though I’m about to lose all control.

  That’s all right with me though because I feel strong and powerful, holding her up against the wall and pounding her with my cock while she cries out, “Damien, Damien, Damien.”

  “You’re my slutty little girl and I just took your virginity,” I tell her, as my cock pulses inside her. “Now you’re making me come because you let me do what I wanted to you.”

  “Yes, Damien,” she cries out, her fingernails scraping the skin on my back. I pull her hair so that her head rests on my shoulder while I come. I can tell by the way that her breathing speeds up and her moaning starts back up again that she’s coming too.

  “That was amazing,” I tell her, looking dee
p into her green eyes.

  I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing I am.

  Oh shit.

  I want to tell her that I want more. I want to see her again. But I can’t be the one to say it. I’m not weak willed like that. And she just looks at me, without saying a word.

  Tonight, was among the best nights of my entire life. But now, I have to take her home, and I don’t even know where that is. I doubt she’ll tell me, either. She’ll have me drop her back off at Ruby’s and we’ll go back to our normal lives, as if this never happened.

  Taking her virginity felt good. But leaving her alone now is going to be so fucking hard.

  Chapter 14 – Katie

  OM fucking G. I’m not a virgin anymore. And losing my virginity felt way better than I ever thought it would. After telling Ruby all about it and hurrying home, I still can’t believe it. It seems almost too good to be true.

  But reality hits whenever I remember that Damien and I can’t see each other anymore. It was just one night. A silly bet that Ruby put us up to— and I’m glad she did.

  Ruby guesses that Damien will want more. But he didn’t say anything and I’m not about to be the one to look weak. Even though I want to beg him to do what he did to me all over again. Over and over and over, again and again and again.

  I’m hoping that my parents will be asleep when I get home, but my dad is still up.

  “What were you doing all night, young lady?” he asks me, sipping on his rum and coke.

  I look at him a bit disgusted. He used to be my world, my rock. I thought he could do no wrong.

  “Nothing, Dad. I was just at my friend Ruby’s from work.”

  I used to feel bad about lying to him or doing anything that might disappoint him. But I no longer do. Now I know he’s just a regular human like everyone else. And sometimes a hypocritical one at that.

  If the congregation knew he liked to drink by himself at night, I’m sure they’d have some few choice words for him. But like everything else, that’s a secret in our house. We must always pretend to be the perfect Finnegans. Ordained by God to be the pastor and the pastor’s family.

  I can’t wait to sneak upstairs to read Leonard Cohen’s poetry and think about everything that just happened with Damien. But my dad just doesn’t want to let me off the hook that easily.

  “You seem a bit too happy to have only been hanging out with a girlfriend,” Dad says. “What were you really doing?”

  And people— including Damien, earlier tonight— always ask me why I have anxiety, I think. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to be grilled by their father on their every move. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to bear the burden of helping hold up the image of the perfect pastor’s family.

  “Dad, I’m old enough to make my own decisions,” I tell him, surprising myself.

  I don’t usually speak to my father this way. For too long it’s been engrained in me that he’s always right, no matter what. But I feel emboldened, alive. I don’t want to just return to life as normal, feeling depressed and anxious above my every move, wondering if I’m living up to other peoples’ standards enough.

  Something has changed and I want to live my own life for myself.

  “Not while you’re still living under my roof, you’re not,” Dad says. “You still have to obey the rules and let me know your whereabouts. What would people say if they knew you were out gallivanting around town, doing who knows what?”

  I think about what I was really doing and try hard to suppress a laugh. I’m sure that most people wouldn’t approve. My dad certainly wouldn’t.

  But my dad stays in a loveless marriage with a wife he’s cruel to. He puts on a façade every Sunday while drinking himself silly by himself every night.

  It’s time to stop living by dad’s standards of happiness and start living by my own.

  “Good night,” I tell him, heading up the stairs.

  I expect him to get mad or shout up after me—he can have quite a temper, causing my anxiety to flair when I worry about what he’ll do or say to me for no good reason whatsoever. But right now, when I’m being openly defiant, when he has a reason to be mad at me and perhaps yell at me, he doesn’t. He’s surprisingly silent.

  I guess I should start standing up for myself more often.

  Chapter 15 – Damien

  ONE MONTH LATER

  “Everything looks like it’s been going well with your case,” Ron tells me, as I start setting up my office at the law firm.

  His voice sounds reassuring and comforting but I never trust lawyers.

  “So why do I need to practically move into your law firm then, if things are going well?” I demand.

  “Your case has been taking up so much time we think it’s best that you’re here at the firm at least part-time, so that we can have contact with you whenever you need,” Ron explains. “As we gear up for the upcoming trial, it will be important that we be able to reach with you and work with you a lot more.”

  “Ron,” I tell him, “I have done a lot to make sure we win this case. Please tell me you have this under control. Tell me we’re not going to lose.”

  “We’re not going to lose,” he says, a resolute look on his face that actually looks convincing. “That’s why we’re having you work with us here at the office. So, that we too can do everything possible to win this case for you. Which we will. We will win. We always win.”

  I sigh. I have no choice but to believe him. I really have done everything possible and now it’s all up to them. A stupid fucking competitor is claiming I stole their designs when I make all my toys and games myself— often specifically for my mother.

  Other times, customers call up telling me about their child with special needs or circumstances and I make custom toys just for them and then mass produce them on a larger scale so that other children can enjoy them to. There’s no way this other company can prove that I copy them, because I don’t. They just know I have deep pockets and they want a piece of my empire. But they’re not going to fucking get it.

  I’ve honored my promises to Katie because I haven’t wanted anything between her and I to get in the way of my legal team winning this case. I called my IT guy and told him to give up the investigation into Ruby that I had previously requested.

  He had assured me that they hadn’t found evidence of any new hacking activity and that they would let me know if anything suspicious arose, but I told him stop the search and drop the investigation entirely. I know that Ruby was just trying to do what was best for Ron and the firm, out of love. I understand that now.

  I also haven’t contacted Katie because we had agreed it would be just one date. I’m mad at myself for letting her have so much power over me that I took her to my apartment and took her virginity.

  But at the same time, all she would have to do is say the word and I would be with her again. In every sense of the word. I fucking know it.

  I haven’t been able to even look at another girl since I’ve met Ruby. She has really done a number on my head. I never should have asked her out. I seem to have lost my mind and all control.

  When Ron had called me and asked how I felt about moving my office to the firm for a while so that my patent trial would go as smoothly as possible, my first thought was that I’d be closer to Katie. I remembered how the partners had suggested letting her help on my cases. They had even mentioned that she’d done good work behind the scenes.

  But now I worry that she’ll be assigned to work for me directly and that could be really bad. I already let go of a lot of my strict discipline and integrity when I slept with her. To know that I slept with a subordinate— even if she didn’t become my subordinate until after the fact— would be pushing things way too far.

  Except I don’t know if I can fucking resist her. I’m already wondering where she’s at.

  “Am I going to have a secretary?” I ask Ron, who just chuckles at me.

  “Oh, Damien. We men are pathetic when we fall hard, aren’t we?”

/>   “What are you talking about?” I respond, pretending to play dumb, but he’s shaking his head knowingly.

  “Katie isn’t here,” he says. “Sorry for that little disappointment.”

  “Where is she?” I ask, immediately upset.

  “Calm down,” he says. “You’ll see your sweet little young thing again. She just took time off to move.”

  “To move?”

  “Yeah, she had some personal time saved up and she’s moving to her own place,” he says.

  Her own place?

  I automatically assume the worst and get jealous. Was she living with a boyfriend? And that’s why she didn’t want me to see where she lived?

  I know the idea is ludicrous. She was definitely a virgin until I popped her cherry. I could tell that much— physically and emotionally.

  But stranger things than living with a partner you don’t have sex with have happened. In fact, I think that’s exactly what Madilyn’s situation was before she got with Asher. And I don’t think I could bear knowing that Katie is living with someone.

  “Apparently, the poor thing still lived with her parents,” Ron says, laughing. “Isn’t that something?”

  Her parents?

  I suppose those are “someones” that I can bear her living with.

  She’s even more innocent than I thought. I feel a little bit disgusted at myself for taking her virginity now.

  But she wanted it. She loved it. I know she did. And I know she wants more.

  “Don’t worry, she’ll be at our wedding,” Ron says, with a reassuring smile.

  “She will? She’s going all the way to Spain?”

  “Of course,” he says. “So, you’ll see her there.”

  Spain seems so far away— both geographically and in terms of time until Ron and Ruby’s wedding. It’s only a week away but it might as well be years.

  I feel as if I’ll go crazy if I don’t see Katie again soon. I need some reassurance from her that she wants to be with me again the way I want to be with her. Even though I feel guilty for stealing her innocence.