SEAL of Fate: A Navy SEAL Romance

by Darcy Kent

  It was pure magic the way he played me like a fiddle, ok corny I know, but he did. He knew all the right spots and when his other hand put pressure on the top of my mound, I almost came crashing down around him.

  His skillful tongue continued as bright lights laced my vision. All the while, I tried not to think, tried not to think how close my body was to another orgasm. Then all at once, his tongue circled my clit, and I was a goner.

  Number two orgasm was coursing through my system at turbo speed and I couldn’t control my breathing.

  When he was done, and my breathing had returned to normal, he stood up. “You know what that was, right?” he said with a cocky grin.

  I slid up my two fingers as I gave him a peace sign people used in the 1970’s. He shook his head to me as he hopped onto the bed.

  My legs gave out, I was done…two orgasms, stick a fork in me and call it. But, he just gazed down to me and laughed.

  “What so funny?” I kicked my leg up to him as he towered over me on his knees.

  “You are.”

  “Is that so? What do you feel like a master of the universe because you knocked my socks off?”

  “Twice, I knocked your socks off twice. I think I should be proud.”

  “Whatever.”

  He leaned into kiss me, and again I was taken aback at how soft his sweet lips were. His touch was something I wasn’t expecting, but couldn’t not want. I wanted him. Even though this was absurd, and a one time knocking boots session.

  He leaned in closer, claiming, no…devouring my lips all at once. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think and oh I wanted him so bad. The tightening in my core, exploded like tiny flickers of desire and all of that madness. His eyes were alight with a burning passion as they bore into mine. Making me weak once more.

  I slid my hand along his chest, rock hard and his heart was trying to pound through, making me wetter than before.

  God, this man before me was so amazing. He’d already given me two orgasms, if theory proves I should be done, want nothing more to do with him, but yet here I was panting. Like a dog, panting, like a wild animal.

  What had this man done to me? What would he do to me? We hadn’t even had sex yet, I was hungry for him.

  “Do you want me?” his soft lips asked. His voice was raspy, out of breath even. And it turned me on even more.

  I couldn’t catch the breath I had been trying to since he walked through my front door. His hands ran across my chest, as his eyes watched their movement.

  His eyes were needy, hungry, and his lips curved into a smile.

  “Yes, I want you.”

  As if that was all he needed to hear, he launched himself over top of me, and sunk his teeth into my neck. My eyes rolled back into my head as I let him consume me.

  His body rocked on top of me bringing me back to this moment, I was insatiable, clawing at his back. With wrapped legs around him, he rocked into me once more.

  His hard length jutted out, and I took the time to gaze at it. Would that even fit inside me?

  He stared at me for a moment too long, and then bent his head to kiss me again. My head was all kinds of fucked up at this point, I wanted him inside me, near me, on top of me. At this point I didn’t care what he did to me, as long as he continued to kiss me like he was. I could taste myself on him, and it fueled my desire even more.

  I didn’t think about tomorrow, or what would come next. I was living in this moment with him, wanting him to give himself to me.

  He flipped me over and grabbed my hips. “I’m gonna fuck you so many times tonight, until you’re completely out of my system, understood.”

  I whimpered, like seriously whimpered as his words melted against the back of my neck. The heat he caused traveled the length of my body, exploding in my core.

  “Good, now bring me that ass of yours,” he said, grabbing my hips closer toward his hardness. I was on all fours, and he was on his knees behind me, rocking my hips into his groin.

  He ran his hand down my wetness, and growled at the contact. I was a blubbering, hot mess and couldn’t contain the effect he was having on my body any longer.

  He then ran a hand down my back, grabbing a fistful of hair in the process, wrapping it around his wrist.

  “Ready?”

  Boy was I ever.

  He rubbed his hard erection across my pussy, then grabbed something off the nightstand. When did he even put the condoms there?

  In my crazed sex induced mind I hadn’t even noticed the condoms thrown onto my nightstand. I heard the wrapper ripping, and steadied my body to wait for the pleasure I knew was coming.

  Once he had put on the condom, he pushed the tip of his dick into my inviting pussy. The feeling is unlike anything I could ever put into words. Tears stung my eyes, as I bit my bottom lip tasting the blood.

  He pushed his way deep inside me, and I let out a wail. A wail unlike anything I’d ever done before in bed. He groaned and moaned as he slid further inside me. “Fuck, you feel better than I thought you would.”

  Was that a compliment? I took it as one, and my ass pushed further into his chest. He was controlling me with every thrust of his hips and I was enjoying every second of it.

  His cock was so big, and moved in and out, in and out and was hitting the perfect spot deep within me. I felt myself begin to shudder as my legs gave out. I was lying face down on the bed, and Ryder didn’t give up his passion-ridden fuck fest he was having with my body. I had to see his eyes, did he wear the same bored expression he had when he had fucked the girl in the break room? Was he enjoying this?

  I tried to turn around, but his hold on my body was too great. I finally wiggled enough and he slid out of me.

  “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he asked with confusion all over his face.

  I pushed him down onto the bed without saying a word. I climbed on top of his chest, and straddled his cock. With one movement, I sat down on his length as he let out a low, deep hiss. His head feel back against the pillows, and his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck,” he moaned.

  I rocked along his body, picking up speed as his eyes flashed opened. His eyes locked onto mine, as he grabbed at my hips. He sat up to take one of my breasts into his mouth. He sucked along my nipple and I leaned my head back, pushing my chest into him.

  Fucking Ryder was the greatest sex ever, and I didn’t want it to end.

  His head fell back to the pillows, and his eyes caught mine again. The intensity of his eyes knocked me to my core, and I couldn’t turn away. Even though I felt vulnerable, exposed as he stared at me, piercing into my soul.

  “You feel so fucking good, fuck.” His eyes wandered over my body briefly until they came back to meet mine.

  I felt my body heating up, building to the orgasm, the third orgasm I knew he would give me tonight. Let’s face it, the man was a sex god, one more orgasm, I could give him one more.

  So, I rocked harder, lifted my ass just a little to slam back down onto him. He hissed, growled, even cried a little as his body plunged deeper into mine. He reached his hand up to cup my cheek, and I thought I died and gone to heaven in that one romantic gesture. Shit. Don’t fall for him.

  He brought me down to meet his mouth, running his tongue along my lower lip. And as soon as our lips made contact, my body was crashing down all around him. My body shook my release and he wrapped his arms tight around me, riding the waves of his orgasm with me.

  Fuck me, I thought as my mind, body, and soul recovered from our recent romp in the hay. I couldn’t think straight, and I knew this was it. Orgasm number three, two more and then he could leave and we would never speak of this again. But, if I gave him two more, then that would mean he would be staying here with me for a month.

  I crawled off the bed, legs wobbly as I went into the bathroom to escape his hard stare for a moment.

  When I walked back into the bedroom, he was getting dressed. His jeans were unzipped and he was putting on his t-shirt with a frenzied look.

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��Where are you going?” I asked.

  “I’m starving, and since I have all night, I figured we could take a break, eat…then fuck some more.”

  “Oh, now who’s planning the night out? Should I get my notebook?” I found my yoga pants and slipped them up my legs, grabbing my white t-shirt and throwing it over my head.

  We headed into the kitchen as he wrapped his arms around me. “If you’d like to take notes on how good I fuck, then by all means, go ahead.”

  “Meh, you were okay. I mean I’ve definitely had better,” I flat out lied to him.

  His eyes twinkled against the moonlight coming in through the kitchen window just before he flipped on the light.

  “Admit it, I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

  I coughed, trying not to laugh so hard. I mean well, he was the best I’d ever had, but cocky much?

  I blew out a breath as I smiled. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but it’s okay. You’ll get better, you just need more practice.”

  He stalked closer to me, lifting my chin with his finger to meet his eyes. “Sweetheart, I’ve had plenty of practice.”

  My mood deflated for a moment, I didn’t want to know of his many conquest he had over his lifetime.

  “Don’t remind me.” I shook my head out of his grasp and turned toward the fridge.

  “Want a confession?” he asked as he stood behind me, chest pressed to my back, hand running up and down my neck, mouth so close to my ear I was getting dizzy.

  “Uh-huh,” I mumbled.

  “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

  Well the mood is gone now, spine was no longer tingling with desire, and I turned around. With both hands I pushed him away. “God, what an awful thing to say.”

  “What?” he asked, laughing.

  I just scowled in his direction as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Well, I think the night is over, three orgasms, not enough to stay here.”

  Like a flash of lightning, he had his arms wrapped around my waist, lifting my feet off the ground. My back slammed into the fridge, as my legs instinctively wrapped around him trying to grip onto him so I wouldn’t fall.

  His lips crashed to mine, fervently, violently almost. His tongue intruded my mouth as my thoughts crashed all around me. My sex was throbbing at his action, yet I think I was still pissed at him. Wasn’t I? I was confused. He had me in a tailspin and I was trying desperately to remember what the fuck we were talking about before he lifted me up.

  He moved my body to the counter, and sat me down. He pulled back and his lips were extremely close to mine I could almost breathe the words he spoke. “I just said you were the best fuck of my life, tell me I’m the best fuck of yours.”

  I tried, I did. He was the best fuck, but maybe there was more. Or maybe I wanted him to feel what I was feeling. If even just a fraction of what I was feeling. I didn’t want to be his best fuck, I wanted more. But, wait, no I didn’t. The way he was talking to me, I didn’t like. I knew I didn’t want to be some random fuck, although let’s face it….that is what we had agreed on, right?

  But suddenly, the air left my lungs and I tried to pull all my thoughts together.

  “Ryder, I…”

  He brought his lips to mine, kissing the words out of my mouth. He broke the kiss again, and stared at me.

  “Me too, I don’t want you to be some random fuck. I kind of think you’re more than that.”

  Wow, his admission took me by surprise, although if a hot man is standing in your kitchen telling you that you are the best fuck of his life, you’d be squeeing for joy. Yet, what he said just now was so much better, and I didn’t know what any of it meant.

  Maybe that’s the problem with girls, we think too much. Need to know what the root meaning is behind what every man says. I should just live in the moment, like I said I would do.

  I tried to speak for a moment as I sat tongue-tied. My mind didn’t know how to respond, and there was a vulnerability in his eyes.

  I couldn’t turn away, so I grabbed his shoulders, and smiled. “Okay, try one more time. Maybe you’ll be the best after that.”

  He smiled wide, and stood me up. His eyes watched as he lowered my yoga pants to the floor. As soon as they were off, he propped me back up on the kitchen counter. “Oh, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t walk straight for days,” he said, unzipping his zipper.

  “That’s a mighty big promise, soldier.” The moment the words left my mouth his eyes twitched and he stilled for half a heartbeat. “Did I say something wrong?” I asked.

  And in another half-beat he was back to running his bare cock over my throbbing pussy. “I have your big promise right here.” He smiled up at me.

  “Wait, we need a condom.

  “I always have these fuckers around.” He reached into his jean’s back pocket and produced a foiled wrapper which encased a condom.

  “Always prepared.” I laughed.

  “Like a fucking boy scout. Now I need to feel that pussy again.”

  He slammed into me, and when it was over I was catching my breath from my fourth orgasm of the evening, and Ryder’s cocky attitude was back.

  My body was spent, I wanted to sleep. I wanted to eat. We never did eat after the tirade in the kitchen. So, I opened the fridge as Ryder pulled his jeans up over his body.

  I was standing stark naked in my kitchen and glanced over my shoulder to him. “Modest?”

  “You never know.”

  His strange answer perplexed me for a second, but I thought nothing of it. I smiled and turned my attention back on the refrigerator.

  We decided on making sandwiches as we snuggled on the couch to watch t.v. It was weird having him beside me, and I almost felt odd. But his body was wrapped around me the moment we cleaned our plates from the food we devoured.

  He fell asleep on my chest, and I didn’t want to wake him. So I snuck out from underneath him and made my way to the bedroom.

  Pulling the pillows up to the top of the bed, I grabbed the covers from the floor, and sank into the bed for a good night’s sleep, or what was left of the night.

  I couldn’t get Ryder’s intense gaze as we had sex on my bed out of my mind. The look of pure fire is one I would never forget, and as I tried to squeeze my eyes shut, I remembered how amazing tonight was for me.

  Chapter Six

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  The next morning,Iexpected to wake up and find Ryder in my living room passed out on the couch. Nope, no such luck. He was gone, like a thief in the night taking with him a piece of my heart.

  Deal was five orgasms and he could stay with me for a month, I’d only had four. So, I was feeling a little high on life, but not really. I almost felt depressed he was gone. Maybe depression wasn’t the right term, but there was a sadness.

  I continued throughout my day as I watched a little t.v after showering my sex-induced sweat off my body. Just before noon there was a knock on my door.

  Answering it, I saw Ryder standing there with a huge smile. He had two bags in his hands, and looked yummy enough to eat.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  “I’m moving in for the month, remember?”

  I stopped him from entering and shook my head, eyes wide. “No, deal was five orgasms. I only had four, sorry.” I giggled slightly as he pushed his way inside.

  “No, actually the deal was I could make you come four or more times in one night and I stay here for a month.”

  What was he jabbering on about?

  I almost wished I had a stenographer handy, as I remember him saying five. “No, I don’t think so.”

  “I know so.” And he walked in like he owned the place and set his bags down.

  I shut the door, unsure of what to do and felt like this guy was certifiably crazy. Of course, I wanted to have sex with him again, who wouldn’t…but I needed to keep those thoughts and actions to myself.

  “Whatever, what is wrong with you?
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  “I don’t want to be this way anymore. I don’t want to have sex with random girls, so I need somewhere to stay and figured this was my best option.” He moved over to the couch and sat his sexy ass down as I followed after him.

  “What about Mark?”

  “Nah, I like it here more.”

  “You’re crazy.” I shook my head at him and he laughed. A full, deep belly laugh which in turn made me crack up.

  So, we watched a little television, nothing too serious and then I made some lunch for the two of us. I was nervous at first about what would be expected of me, I mean did he want sex again? I wasn’t too sure, but after a while it became all too comfortable.

  My phone dinged in the middle of Desperate Housewives, yeah get a load of that, Ryder was on my couch watching reality t.v.

  I moved into the kitchen to check my phone and saw a missed text from Grant. I blew out a breath, a loud one, like loud enough for Ryder to hear and he turned his head.

  “Everything okay in there?” he asked.

  “Yeah.” I glanced at the text again and read it over again.

  Can I come over tonight?

  Isn’t it funny how you can be totally alone, no men in your life and then all of sudden you have too many to count. Okay, two isn’t too many to count, but it was so unlike me. I guess when it rains it pours. I decided to ignore the message hoping Grant would get the hint, and went back into the living room with Ryder.

  We watched t.v. well into the night, and after a while I grew tired. Ryder and I kissed, and then I made my way into my bedroom.

  The kiss, of course it was hot. Hot enough to melt my panties, but when he pulled back it almost appeared he was afraid. So I didn’t question it and just said ‘Goodnight’ and walked to my room.

  Oh, I still hadn’t asked him anything about why he said my name when he was having sex with that hooker. Right, she wasn’t a hooker, but I mean she looked and acted like one, except for the whole taking money thing. Whatever, in my mind she was trash.

  Tossing and fighting with my covers like they were the hooker, I finally fell asleep.