One Night SEAL: A Bad Boy Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “Do you like it?” I asked shyly, wanting to play along.

  “Goddamn right I do.” He knelt down behind me, pulling my hips against him. I could feel his hard dick below my pussy, rubbing up against me, and I moved my hips a bit.

  He pulled my hair, forcing me back and up. He pulled the T-shirt over my head and grabbed my breasts. I moaned as his fingers found my clit again and tipped my chin back, kissing him, my ass against his ripped stomach.

  He worked and kissed me like that for half a minute and then pushed me back forward. I felt light and free, but also overwhelmed with pleasure and desire. My heart was hammering in my chest, and the clean rush of deep animal desire filled my body. My pussy was dripping wet for him, and I needed him to push himself deep inside me.

  “Hold on tight,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you rough. I’m not going to be nice.”

  “Have you ever been nice?”

  “I was gentle with you last time, babe, but you’re not a virgin anymore.”

  I felt the tip of his cock press against my moist pussy. I gripped onto the sheets, needing it, wanting it so badly. I wanted him to show me how a real man fucked.

  “Be a good girl and take my cock,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Yes, Nate.” I moved my hips back and he guided his dick slowly inside me.

  The biting pain was there again, but softer, duller than the last time. It was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that flooded through me as he began to rock his hips in and out, our bodies working together.

  His cock pumped into me like a piston, working my core, and his hands reached around my hips to find my clit. I gripped the sheets again as he fucked me, rocking deep and deeper. I loved the slap of his body against my ass as he began to fuck me harder, his strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me back against him.

  I could feel his sweat and my own as we worked into a rhythm, our bodies moving together, his strong hands working my hips, slamming me back against his cock, taking the lead. I could only follow him, twist and work my ass as his dick thrust deep into me. Pleasure wracked my core, rolling ecstasy up my spine and into my skull. My mouth hung open as I moaned, unable to control anything I did.

  His hands grabbed my breasts and then took my hair and pulled it back. I gasped and moaned louder, my voice filling the room.

  “Is this what you’ve wanted?” he whispered into my ear. “To take it like this? Your stepbrother’s cock?”

  “Yes, oh shit yes. It’s what I want.”

  “Your tight pussy is driving me insane, you know that? Your hot-as-fuck ass working your cunt along my big dick makes me want to come deep inside you.”

  “Fuck. Fill me up. Do what you want.”

  I could practically hear him grin. “Do what I want?”

  “I’m yours. My body is yours.”

  “I want to slam this pussy deep until the only thing you can think about is my cock. I want you to come for me like the dirty girl you are.”

  He began to fuck me deeper and harder again, holding onto my hair. I took him, rolling my hips, feeling the immense pleasure of his thickness filling my every inch.

  “You dirty girl,” he grunted, “wanting to let your stepbrother fuck you like this.”

  Then he pulled out and grabbed me, yanking me over and on top of him. He practically lifted me into the air and then slowly slid me down onto him. I put my hands on his muscular chest, covering his tattoos, as he pushed his hips up and slipped himself deep into me.

  “Now I want you to ride your big brother,” he whispered, “and come nice and hard.”

  I couldn’t respond, because he was too busy yanking my hips back and forth, working my tight pussy with his cock. He thrust deep into me and I lost my mind. I began to work my hips, riding him up and down and in sweet, incredible circles. I pretended like we were dancing again and worked my hips like that, rolling and bucking, taking his thick cock deep inside me.

  All the while his delicious lips looked up at me, kissing my neck, biting my nipples, his hands grabbing my ass and slapping it. The pleasure was too much, all mixing in incredible waves. I worked and worked, riding and moving, my hips a swirling mass of pleasure and more pleasure. Each new dip was a new sensation, one I’d never dreamed of before.

  “That’s it. Take my cock,” he whispered. “Come on my fat dick. Be the dirty girl you know you are.”

  I could feel it building. I could feel it deep inside my core.

  “Use that tight little pussy. Work my dick, girl,” he grunted.

  I kept moving, my hips finding the right pace and the right spot. My mouth hung open, and he must have known I was getting there.

  “That’s it, girl,” he grunted. “Work those hips. Take that big dick like the hungry, bad girl you are. You’re starving to come on this cock.”

  As he talked dirty and I moved my hips, riding his thick cock, I felt it crest. The orgasm washed over me in sweet waves of blinding, buzzing pleasure. I felt like I was going to pass out as I kept working, my whole body shaking, the muscles in my back completely taut.

  Finally I began to come back down. I collapsed into him, and he wrapped his strong arms around my sweat-soaked body.

  “Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. “I love to watch you come. Puts fucking fire in my veins.”

  “It’s your turn,” I said back, the first coherent words I’d said in awhile.

  “Damn right it is.” He pushed me off him and grinned wickedly. “Back on all fours.”

  I obeyed, my heart pounding. I wanted to make him come, wanted to make him happy.

  He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock back deep inside me. “I’m not going to be nice or gentle. I’m going to fuck you rough and raw until I come deep inside you.”

  “Yes, please,” I gasped as he began to fuck me.

  He wasn’t lying. He fucked me hard and fast, his savage cock working into my tight pussy. He was an animal needing exactly what I had, his strong body taut and tight, pumping and thrusting. I held on as he worked me, pleasure flying through me, and I wanted to make him come. I wanted to take every drop in my pussy, wanted to make him feel the same orgasm I’d just felt. I worked my hips and moaned, wanting him to come, needing him to come.

  His hands were strong on my hips. He slapped my ass, hard, definitely leaving a handprint. I groaned as he fucked me deep and rough, grunting his own pleasure. The savage fucking kept up as he grabbed my hair, grunting in my ear, his cock working deep and hard, our skin covered in sweat.

  I knew he was close. I moaned for him, practically begging for his cum. His thrusts were deep and rough, filling me up.

  Then I felt him stiffen behind me, grunting. “Fuck, Claire, your fucking pussy,” he groaned as he came deep inside me.

  “Come for me, Nate. Fill me up,” I moaned in response, pleasure rolling through me.

  His thrusts grew slower but still firm as he fired off every ounce of cum he had left.

  Spent, we collapsed together onto the bed. I felt an incredible ache between my legs. I wanted to always feel that, the ache of Nate’s big dick, the great ache of a job well done.

  “Shit, girl,” he said. “You really know how to take a dick.”

  I felt embarrassed, though I shouldn’t have. “Thanks, I guess.”

  He laughed as he pulled off the condom. He wrapped it in tissues and tossed it into the trashcan. I watched him as he stretched, grinning at me. His tattoos dotted his body, and his muscles were incredible.

  “Like the view?”

  “It’s okay.”

  He laughed and got back into bed, wrapping his arms around me. I felt tiny in his embrace.

  “Don’t pretend like you’re not panting for it every time I’m around.”

  “How can you be so crude even after . . . that?”

  “That? You mean even after fucking your inexperienced little pussy like a madman?”

  “Yes,” I said, blushing.

  “That shit just makes me even more hungry for you.”<
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  I nuzzled myself against him and we fell silent, breathing deeply together and enjoying the post-orgasm buzz. Absently, I began to trace a little image that had been stuck in my mind for the last two days, though I wasn’t sure why. The only thing I was really thinking about was how badly I wanted my stepbrother, and how fucked up that was.

  After a minute of making the same image over and over, he grabbed my hand.

  “What are you doing?” he asked suddenly.

  I looked at him, surprised. “Uh, nothing. Sorry. I can stop if you don’t like that.”

  His face softened. “No, that’s not it. What are you drawing?”

  I shrugged. “Just some image. A tattoo I saw on one of the guys Dad invited out on his boat.”

  He stared at me for a second, something confusing rolling across his face.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Hold on.”

  He climbed out of bed, still completely naked. It was like watching a panther climb down from a tree. He left the room as silent as a shadow, and I felt his absence palpably in the bed. But he was back moments later, holding a piece of paper.

  “Was this it?” he asked, showing it to me.

  Drawn on the paper was the exact tattoo I had seen on Joshua’s arm, the same tattoo I had been tracing on Nate’s skin.

  “Yes, that’s it.”

  I looked at him, totally confused.

  His expression turned dark. “Do you remember their names?”

  I nodded. “The one was Joshua, the one I was talking to. The other one was just called Al.”

  “Joshua,” he grunted, looking away.

  I sat up, slipping my shirt back on. “What’s going on, Nate?”

  He was dressing, too, and a second later his perfect body was covered up by his jeans and his T-shirt.

  “Sorry, babe. I got to go.”

  “Where are you going? What does that tattoo mean?”

  He looked at me with a frown. “Shit, I can’t leave you here alone.”

  “Nate,” I said forcefully. “What’s going on?”

  He stared at me again for another minute. That was his way; he seemed to always think about something before he said it. Sometimes that meant he was slow to respond, but he seemed to always say exactly what he wanted and what he meant. I envied that quality.

  I didn’t think he was going to speak again, and then finally he opened his mouth.

  “That tattoo is the symbol of the Broken Hearts, the gang that’s been targeting you.”

  I stared at him. “How do you know?”

  “Pirates both had it. Guys that attacked earlier probably had it, too, but I didn’t check. The other night I asked some locals about it, and one of them told me about the gang.”

  “But Joshua was so nice to me.” I frowned. “I think he was even flirting.”

  Nate sat down on the bed and sighed. “He probably was. Frankly, they probably only agreed to go on the trip to get close to you. I’d be willing to bet that he or the other guy took pictures of you so that the other men could easily find you.”

  “That’s crazy. What do they want with me?”

  “I’m not sure yet. I’ll talk to your father about it in the morning.”

  “He’s not here, remember? He’s in the city.”

  “Then I’ll call him.”

  “I just don’t understand. Why come after me?”

  “Leverage.”

  “They think my dad will give them what they want if they have me.”

  Fear jolted through me as I realized that I was just a pawn to these people. They didn’t care about me and would probably do anything just to get what they wanted.

  “Exactly. And frankly, I’m sure that he would. He seems to really care about you.”

  I nodded, thinking it over.

  “So now we know who they are,” I said slowly. “What happens next?”

  “First, I need to talk to your dad.” He paused, and suddenly an intensity I’d never seen before took over his expression. It surprised me and almost made me physically recoil. “Then, I’m going to hunt the fuckers down and murder them one by one.”

  I gaped at him. “Nathan . . .”

  He shook his head. “No more neutral observer bullshit, Claire. I’m deep in this thing now. And the best way to finish it is to take the fight right to them.”

  “What if I left? Ran away?”

  “No. You’re safest here with me.”

  I nodded, looking at him for a long time. “Let’s get some rest,” I said softly. “We can’t get in touch with my dad until the morning, anyway.”

  He sighed and nodded. “I hate fucking waiting around, but you’re right.”

  I slowly helped him undress again, noting the tension in his body. He was clearly angry, but he was doing his best to suppress his anger. It surprised me how much he seemed to care, and the lengths he was wiling to go to just to keep me safe.

  Finally, we lay back down in the sheets, out bodies tangled together, my heart beating fast. I knew sleep was going to be hard to come by, but I also knew I was safe. I was safe with Nate, even if he was a dangerous killer. And my stepbrother.

  And the man I wanted to fuck more than anything in the world.

  16

  Nathan

  It took all of my self-control not to get up out of that bed as soon as Claire fell asleep, get in my car, and hunt down that bastard Joshua. I only had a first name and my memory of his face, but that would have to be enough.

  I knew the smarter play was to wait. So long as Claire was with me, she was safe. They clearly wanted her above all other things, and frankly I didn’t give a shit about her dad’s business one way or the other.

  And so I slept, maybe just a few hours, but I did sleep. I woke up with the sunrise, got out of bed, and got dressed.

  “Where are you going?” Claire asked, groggy.

  “I’m going for a run.”

  “Okay. Have fun.” She rolled back over.

  “Claire, don’t leave the house until I get back. Understand?”

  She grunted at me, clearly annoyed that I was still talking to her. I smiled to myself and then turned and left. I knew the other guys her dad had hired to watch over him and Lucille would keep the house safe at least.

  I hit the sand, running hard, my mind a mess of conflicting emotions. The night before had been intense, a wild and passionate fuck fest rivaling anything I’d ever experienced, but made even better by the fact of it being with Claire. On top of that, now I had a name, an adversary. I knew what my mission was and who my target was going to be. It was only a matter of time before her father got in touch with us and I got enough information to hunt the bastard down.

  The real problem was what exactly I wanted from Claire. She was my stepsister, and she was a virgin, but she was fucking incredible in bed, and her body got me hard even while I was exercising. She’d somehow lodged herself into my brain, and I was beginning to realize that there was no turning back.

  Still, there was the matter of her being my stepsister that we had to deal with. Personally, I couldn’t have cared less about all that shit. What mistakes our parents made shouldn’t have anything to do with us, and if they wanted to make each other miserable, then fine by me. But I wasn’t going to live my life based on what stupid shit my pill-popping, drunk mother did.

  As I began to head back toward the house, I realized that I needed to deal with one issue at a time. The most pressing thing was the danger from the Broken Hearts. My never-ending need to fuck my stepsister until she could barely walk would just have to wait.

  As I walked into the house, sweating and slightly out of breath, I saw Jonathan sitting at the kitchen counter drinking a cup of coffee.

  “Good morning, Nathan,” he said.

  “I thought you were back in the city.”

  “I was.” He paused, looking concerned. “Claire messaged me late last night, said I needed to come home urgently.”

  I smiled to myself. That girl knew what s
he was doing sometimes.

  “And you drove all night?”

  “Damn right. What’s happening?”

  I poured myself a cup of coffee, letting the suspense sink in.

  “Well, I think we’ve figured out who exactly is behind all this.”

  He looked at me hard. “Go on.”

  “I told you about the Broken Hearts.”

  He nodded. “My private detective hasn’t been able to verify any of that, by the way.”

  I snorted, not surprised. I was sure he wasn’t going to go as far as I did to get information, but he needed to if he wanted the truth.

  “I wouldn’t worry about that,” I said.

  “I worry. I’m not sure what’s happening around me.”

  “They made another attempt on Claire. Did she tell you that?”

  He shook his head. “No. She didn’t mention it.”

  “At your club.”

  He paused. “Bastards.”

  “I agree. But fortunately, I was there to stop them.”

  “And nobody at my club helped?”

  “It was back in the alley. They weren’t around.”

  “They have cameras. They should have seen.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “They didn’t.”

  “I’m going to get that evidence.”

  “No,” I said quickly, not wanting him to find a tape of me trying to finger fuck his daughter. “Don’t bother. They wore masks. And besides, we know who’s after you.”

  “What game are you playing at here, Nathan?”

  “No games, sir. Do you think your daughter would make any of this up?”

  He thought for a second. “No. I have to admit that it’s very unlike her.”

  “Then believe her if you don’t believe me.”

  “Fine. Go on then.”

  “Do you remember a man named Joshua?”

  He barked a short laugh. “Joshua Rhodes is the man I’m working with here.”

  “How much do you know about him?”

  “Young. Made his money in real estate, primarily in this area. Seems to have a lot of local connections.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Notice anything about that?”

  Realization slowly dawned on him. “No. You’re kidding. Joshua?”