SEAL: A Bad Boy Romance

by Faye, Carmen

  “I’m sorry we didn’t hear the captain’s request.” He leaned over Emmy and fastened her seatbelt before he did the same for himself. He couldn’t see Carolyn clearly, but the fact that he and Emmy both sat before her with their seatbelts fastened—yet she still didn’t leave—told him that she was going to be a pain in his ass.

  “Is there anything else, Carolyn?” he asked, as he picked up Emmy’s hand in his. This woman wasn’t going to come between the last few hours he was going to have with Emmy. What they could do on a plane that would help him get her out of his system, he didn’t know, but he knew he was going to try.

  The flight attendant’s face looked like she was going to eat both of them up with nasty words and dirty glares. Matt wondered what the woman was going to say next, but the fasten seatbelt light dinged, and she turned around and walked off.

  “You’re just Mr. Irresistible, aren’t you?” Emmy smiled at him, and he wanted to do all kinds of bad things. She didn’t get as embarrassed as she did when he’d first met her. Just thinking about how she spilled her coffee drink on him and then rubbed his dick inadvertently as she tried to clean him up made her smile again.

  “I don’t know. You tell me.” Matt looked around and wondered why the attendant would have put him so far in the back when it was so private back there. She either meant to do it so he wouldn’t be bothered by the other passengers, or so she could take advantage of the privacy herself.

  Emmy had her head down a little, and he knew that she’d come over here for something more than just a quick romp.

  “I got your letter, and although I knew you planned for us to have little to no contact after our trip to Hawaii, I guess I expected you to at least say goodbye.”

  He picked up her hand and clicked on the overhead light. “I know we didn’t really talk about the end game because there was no good time to bring it up. I wanted to have a great night with food, dancing, and sex, but the meeting with Marcus kind of ruined it all.”

  Marcus was a man who had taken quite a shine to Emmy, and he’d known from the way she acted around him that she didn’t like him and something had happened. This woman was independent to her core and wouldn’t tell him what was going on with them, but Marcus kept his shit up until the he pulled a knife on them as they prepared to go dancing. The drama of that night, coupled with them having to make a police report and wait around for a while, made him want to give her the best night he could back at the hotel. It was his plan to talk about how much fun he’d had and all that, but it just didn’t work out that way. He ended up just trying to make the last night not end up on the fucked up note it seemed like it was going to end up on. The sex was intense, and since they both knew the next day would be the day they left the island, he figured that she didn’t want to talk about it that much either.

  “That was my plan, but my plans don’t always work out the way I want them to. Our last night together was a cluster fuck with the whole Marcus ordeal. I wanted to make you remember something other than that jackass.” He looked over at Emmy to see what she was getting from all of this because it was something that had run through his mind all day. Who in the hell wanted to wake up to their several-night stand leaving them a note about fate and how it was possible they could meet again? He’d not meant this soon, but he was happy for it.

  “So, what now. I realize that if I hadn’t come over here, we wouldn’t even be right here… right now, but I’m hoping that you’ll change your mind about a few things.”

  The plane lurched a bit, and Emmy turned a shade of pale that didn’t look good.

  “Are you okay?” he asked when she’d stopped talking and looked like she was trying to keep her lunch down.

  “Yes,” she whispered, like if she spoke in a normal voice she’d fall apart. “I’m just not the greatest fan of flying.”

  “I thought you wanted to go all around the world and see the sights as you found yourself.” He wasn’t mocking her, but he wondered why she didn’t take other means of transportation. “Since time isn’t an issue, why don’t you take a boat?”

  “That seems like a logical question, but this is about me pushing my limits and seeing how far I can go alone. I thought you were upset with me when the whole issue of Marcus came out and you’d found out all that he’d done to me, but I needed to be able to say that I took care of myself. People have been mollycoddling me my whole life. It’s important for me to make a different choice.”

  He understood what she was saying, and they had talked about that a little, but he wondered how that was going to play out during her travels. Not my monkey…not my circus. That is what my father would have told me in this situation. However, he couldn’t really take that stance since he was talking about Emmy. He didn’t want to own up to the feelings he had for her because that would make it hard for him to leave her and harder for him to not know where she’s going and what she’s up to.

  “I can see in your face that you want to be a protector to me. I get it. I bring that out in people, but I don’t want it. I can handle myself, and I don’t need body guards to keep me safe. If you want to be the knight in shining armor, then we need to stop this now because you’re dealing with the wrong person, but if you want to fuck like we did in every flat or semi-vertical place we could find and suck and lick my body the way you’ve learned how…this could be a fun trip.”

  ‘The captain has turned off the seatbelt sign. Feel free to move about the cabin,” said Carolyn in a perky voice over the loud speaker. He wondered what kind of drinks was she partaking in, but really, as long as she stayed away from them, he was happy.

  Emmy took off her seatbelt and looked at him like she hadn’t eaten in months and he was a good, hot meal.

  “I have to go to the bathroom, and I may need some assistance. Think about it and let me know if you want to be a good helper.” She walked down the walkway, stopping to look back over her shoulder and wink at him.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Emmy didn’t know where she got the courage to ask for what she wanted or to actually try it. Sex in the tiny bathroom of a 747 jet plane was crazy, but she’d always heard about the “Mile High Club”—and she wanted entrance. This was on her bucket list, but the chance of having sex with someone you’d like to have sex with on a plane was one thing, but actually approaching the subject would have been even harder.

  Emmy walked by the lit area where the flight attendants were standing and felt the chill of anger coming her way. She couldn’t really tell if it was in her mind or a real feeling coming from them, but they did all stop talking and looked her way as she passed. Not that she really cared—because if Matt wanted to use her body and bring her pleasure, she’d walk by a lion’s den filled with the hungriest of predators.

  “Can I help you with anything?” the woman Matt called Carolyn said, as she broke away from the gaggle of flight attendants.

  “No, I was just heading to the bathroom.” Emmy didn’t stop walking, fearing the woman was going speak sternly to her. She wasn’t in the mood for this. She was in the mood to get laid and talking to this sour puss would definitely get her out of her currently sweet mood.

  When she got to the bathroom, she was surprised at how small it actually was. On her trip to Hawaii, she was almost too afraid get up and use the bathroom. Who was she kidding? She had been terrified and had her seatbelt on—whether the sign said she should be fastened up or not. Meeting Matt had increased her confidence and desire for spontaneity. If she’d never met him, there was no way she’d be able to walk up to a hot man and proposition him. But that’s what spending the better part of a week in a sexy man’s bed will do for you, she thought.

  The tap on the door startled her. She was so caught up in the sexy naughtiness of the situation and the logistics of how this would work that she almost forgot that Matt was going to be coming into the bathroom. She opened the door and allowed the six-foot-five-inch hunk of lean muscle into the confined area.

  “It’s a little tigh
t,” she said, knowing her face was getting pink without having to look into the mirror that was behind her.

  “Well, what a coincidence. That’s what I say every time I slip my hard cock into your pussy.” Matt was in super-sexy flirty mode, and Emmy didn’t think she’d be able to hold herself back.

  “What if someone hears us? What if someone needs to use the bathroom and we’ve occupied it? What if we get into trouble? What if—?”

  Matt slid his hand into her hair at the nape and pulled her head back so she would look at him.

  “If something were to happen, and we are found out, just leave it to me. While I have breath in my body, I’ll never let anything happen to you. So don’t worry about the little things. Your goal was to click one thing off your bucket list, and I’m with you all the way. Now, clear your mind of what-ifs and give me your mouth.”

  Emmy could tell that this wasn’t the same carefree guy she’d been with. At first glance, he’d appeared tougher, harder, and less malleable than he’d been at the hotel. He’d never been a soft guy, but this guy seemed more in control and demanding. That shouldn’t turn her on, but it did. Her panties were moist just listening to him growl the information he had for her in her ear.

  “You’re not listening Emmy, because you’re still thinking too much. Open up, baby.”

  She couldn’t do anything but obey that sensual order when she knew that she’d be getting so much pleasure from him. The first touch of his lips wasn’t on hers but a sucking kiss right under her ear. Who knew that is a hot spot? The sensation was like a direct line from that spot to her clit. The moan that left her throat couldn’t be stopped. She’d practically vowed to be celibate until she could find someone who moved her spirit like Matt, and her body was appreciative that it hadn’t been that long of a wait.

  “Shhhh…” Matt hushed. “You can’t make a lot of noise. That’s one of the rules of the Mile High Club.”

  She nodded but didn’t know how that was going to work. He was so intoxicating. She didn’t try to make a lot of noise; it was like his soul just knew how to wrench the pleasure from her and the audio just seemed to come with it. As much as she wanted to taste his cock and have the whole experience, she knew that this was going to be an abbreviated session in terms of what she was used to.

  Emmy was never happier that she’d read that travel magazine that told her to dress in loose gauzy clothes when on a plane so that she could be at her most comfortable. It was bad enough that she hated to fly, and although she didn’t think her outfit was particularly fashion forward, she felt light and breezy. Her peasant top and flowing skirt would make easy access for Matt, a benefit she didn’t even know she’d need when she threw on the outfit.

  “I’ve been looking at these tits sway with every move, laugh, and bump since I opened up my eyes and found you next to me.” He pulled down the stretchy elastic of her top along with her bra, leaving her breasts heaving and ready to be tasted.

  She knew he loved licking and sucking on her breasts almost as much as she did. When she cupped one and moved her hand to the back of his head to lift up and bring him down at the same time, he fastened on to her like he needed the taste of her to live, and the deep, gravely moan that came from him made her wet and ready for whatever came next, but she couldn’t resist the chance to tease him.

  “Shhhh…!” she hushed back at him and then pulled her wet and engorged nipple from his mouth. “You’re going to need to be quiet. Can you do that?”

  That bit of joking was answered with a grunt, as he returned to her nipple and nipped at her tender flesh. She could have come right there with the sexy aggression that just steamed off of his body. Lowering herself onto the thigh that was flexed so he could get closer to her, she rubbed on him to get a bit of relief.

  “My leg isn’t going to get what my cock thinks it deserves.” He pulled up her skirt, handful by handful, until her panties were exposed. “Take them off.”

  It was hard to get used to this new Matt. He looked like the old one who had brought her cold sodas without ice because he knew she liked her sodas that way, and she couldn’t count the times she’d awaken convulsing from his morning kisses to her pussy, but he had a rawness about him that was new. It made her question which one was the real Matt. She’d have to think about that later when she wasn’t trying to ride his cock in the smallest bathroom in the world. Sliding her panties off quickly wasn’t an easy task, but it was something she was going to get done. He watched her with an expression she hadn’t seen before. It had a touch of arousal and a hint of amusement, but there was something else that she’d not seen from him before, and she didn’t know how to categorize it.

  She handed the panties to him, and he put them in his pocket.

  “Take my cock out.” The order reverberated around the small chamber and stole her breath. How sexy is this guy? She would have loved to have him command her around for a while with this tone and attitude.

  “Yes, sir?” she whispered and was excited to see a small smile quirk on half of his mouth. Emmy was quick to unzip and reach in for his cock, but she didn’t want to take the time to fuss with the belt or that top button. Looking down on his hard cock exposed with all his other clothes on was almost too much. “Hurry.”

  “Are you telling me what to do?” He cocked his head to the side, and she knew she must feel like one of the guys in his squad. It was in her to say no like the woman who started this voyage would have done, but she was a different person than the woman who’d stepped off the plane and ran into a man she thought was unobtainable to her.

  In the small space that was available to her, she hopped up on the little sink and propped her foot on the toilet, leaving herself open and available for him, but she thought she’d turn the tables a bit. She put her finger to her mouth and sucked it inside before she slid it in and out a few times like she’d have done to his cock if she could have gotten to it.

  “Are you looking for trouble, young lady?”

  She knew he liked what she was doing because his cock bobbed like it wanted everyone to know that it was ready and in fighting shape.

  “Maybe. Do you have any for me?” Emmy didn’t know where this new woman she was becoming came from, but she loved her immensely.

  “I’ve got a lot for you.” His nostrils flared and she thought she’d see how far he’d let her go with this.

  Moving her finger from her mouth to her pussy, she watched him follow the digit to its destination with his eyes widening, as if he thought she wouldn’t dare. Little did he know that she did dare. She wanted to push him like he always pushed her and see what would happen. Plunging her finger into her wet entrance had never felt good when she was alone, but when she was putting on a show, it was like she could climax just like that. His eyes greedily followed each plunge and exit.

  “Be careful because you’re playing with fire. That orgasm you’re chasing is mine, and if my cock isn’t the recipient of the hard squeezes that will follow, I will have your ass in this tight-ass excuse for a bathroom.”

  He looked serious and intimidating. That alone made her want to see what would happen if he was all wound up and then let go. She added her other hand to her breast, as she squeezed and pulled her nipple away from her body, knowing she was on a fast track to the orgasm he was claiming as his. She let go of her breast and then slapped her tit, hard.

  “Fuck.” She pulled her fingers out so quickly her pussy clenched around air a few times missing the feeling of fullness, but he replaced the empty feeling with one of extreme fullness. “You are such a bad girl… Unf… what happened to the sweet girl from the island?”

  “You left that timid little bitch asleep in bed.”

  He stopped thrusting for a minute, and she wondered what she said that made him stop. She should have kept that to herself if she knew that was going to stop what they were doing mid-thrust. She was a bit upset and bitter, but that wasn’t for them to deal with now.

  “Fuck me, Matt,” she said, kn
owing her voice was filled with need. That isn’t what she would have wanted it to sound like. She wanted to be sophisticated and worldly, like she had done stuff like this all the time…but damn it she wasn’t…not yet at least.

  He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her with his eyes open. That should have been awkward, but it was unbelievably intimate. Matt fucked into her so hard the faucet dug into her butt cheek, but it felt so good she just hung on.

  “Someone is going to hear us,” she said, wondering how no one else was hearing all the ruckus that was going on in the bathroom.

  “Fuck them,” he growled, and her body tightened up so hard she wondered if she was going to close off her pussy and make it too difficult for him to get into it. However, he didn’t seem to be bothered by any of it, as her body responded to the rough thrusts and biting kisses he was giving her. As she exploded, she could hear his growls and grunts that he seemed to be trying to hold back, but at the end, his loud finish was not controlled at all.