Fall for a SEAL

by Zoe York

  He was magical and perfect.

  When she started to shake again, her core drew tight, her breaths grew more and more shallow. She tried to fight it, but with a puff of hot air against her clit, Trick promised her all the orgasms she wanted, and she was lost. She jerked hard against his face, grinding herself to the final peak, then slumped back as he carefully licked her all over, avoiding the most sensitive parts.

  As if he knew she’d need a moment to process what they’d just done, he stayed on his knees, his cheek pressed against her thigh, until she patted him on the head. Then he surged to his feet, avoiding her gaze like he was afraid she’d shut him down. But that just gave her the advantage of surprise, so when he wrapped his arms around her, she went straight for his belt buckle.

  “You don’t need to,” he muttered, although the straining erection behind his zipper sure begged to differ.

  “I want to.” And right there, standing next to his kitchen table, she slid her hand behind the thick elastic waistband of his boxer briefs and started jerking him off.

  “I’m close,” he said with a groan after shoving his pants low on his hips.

  “Do you want me…” She moved to drop to her knees, but he shook his head and tightened his grasp around her waist. He held her close as she stroked him between their bodies, his forehead pressed tight to hers as they watched together. His cock was big—thick enough her fingers didn’t fully circle around it, and wider at the base. Long, too, and it felt like he was getting longer as she spread the glistening drops of pre-come with her thumb, then used them to stroke him faster. He smelled like warm, sweet skin and her mouth watered, wondering what he tasted like, but that could wait for next time.

  Maybe after dinner.

  She tried to match his muttered instructions, barely whispered on heavy breaths. Faster. Harder. More grunts, the sounds intimate and special in the quiet between their bodies, and when he came, hot and wet in her hand, she was glad he’d kept her standing, because it felt like they’d just shared something more complicated than a blow job. He pulled off his shirt, wrapping her hand in it, then kissed her with such intensity it stole her breath and probably her heart at the same time.

  Watch yourself, her head warned the rest of her body.

  It was good they’d just figured out some ground rules for not getting carried away, because if that’s what third base in his kitchen did to her soul, sex would permanently alter her at a cellular level.

  Whether for good or bad still remained to be seen.

  Chapter Nine

  Trick bounded up the stairs to his apartment. Six and a half days had passed since he’d seen Gaby, and she was due at his place any minute. He had a new fibreglass cast on his arm—shower friendly, so that gave him a million ideas for how to have almost-sex with his almost-girlfriend—and he had a fridge full of fresh food.

  He got a lot of ribbing from the guys when he fessed up the reason he’d been grinning all week, but they were all jealous.

  As they should be—Gaby was fan-fucking-tastic, although some the best reasons were a complete secret. Like how fucking dirty she could be. She’d made a hand job hotter than full-on sex, and then gave him another hard-on just by eating dinner.

  Her sweet little pink tongue should be illegal.

  She’d stayed late, but insisted on going home when she started yawning. They held hands all the way back to her place, and had a nut-achingly sweet series of kisses outside her building before a final whispered promise to see each other again in a week.

  And now that day—and hopefully night—was here.

  He’d changed his sheets, bought new shower gel and towels, even grabbed a new box of condoms so if they got that far, she’d see him unwrap an unopened box. He was way over-thinking everything. When she showed up, she’d probably want to go out and do something other than getting naked. There was an outdoor concert they could go to. Sitting on a blanket together…that would be nice.

  Not naked nice, but still good. Great, even, because it would be with Gaby, who only wanted to see him once a week right now because anything more was too intense.

  Jesus. Not seeing her was making all of his feelings burn brighter, that was for damn sure. He’d never done this much prep for a date.

  He’d only been home for ten minutes when she announced her arrival with a polite triple knock.

  Her shiny dark hair was pushed back from her face by a pair of sunglasses propped on top of her head. Dressed casually, she looked ready for summer in a pale blue v-neck t-shirt and jean shorts that showed off a nice amount of creamy thigh. She wore casual canvas flat shoes today, and he was struck by how adorably short she was without her heels.

  “What?” She grinned at him as he pulled her in for a kiss in greeting, making her drop her oversized canvas bag in the process.

  “You’re short.”

  She shrugged. “True story.”

  “I like that you’re short. I could put you in my pocket.”

  “Sounds squishy.”

  “Oh, I’ll squish you.” He nipped at her lower lip, then kissed her again, this time deeper and longer. Hotter. In his arms, Gaby softened and arched into him, rubbing her pelvis against his rapidly hardening cock. “It’s good to see you again.”

  “Mmmm.” She smiled against his mouth, then smacked her lips against his and wiggled out of his grasp. “So, what do you want to do? I brought a change of clothes in case this is too casual.”

  “It’s perfect, come back here.” He snagged her wrist with his right hand, now neatly wrapped in the least amount of casting possible, just an inch onto his hand from his wrist and up around his thumb. It still went all the way up his forearm, but he had a lot more mobility in his fingers.

  “Whoa, what’s this fancy thing?” she said softly, sliding her fingertips along the dark grey outer layer of his new cast. “That’s different.”

  “They swapped it out when they did some follow-up x-rays. This one can go in the shower.”

  “Nice!”

  “I mean, it could go in the shower right now…”

  She laughed, then slowed her giggles to a breathy sigh when she caught his gaze. “Oh! Really….”

  “Now, or later today.”

  She sucked in a stuttering inhale. “Yes. Definitely at some point today.”

  “Do you want to go out?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe?” She laughed. “I kind of want to watch TV and make out.”

  He groaned and lifted her into the air with his good arm, patting her ass when she wrapped her legs around his waist. “You’re my dream woman, I swear. Your wish is my command.”

  They didn’t even bother turning on the television. As soon as Trick settled on the couch, Gaby worked off his shirt, sighing as she stroked her hands over his shoulders and across his chest. When she dipped her head to lick the tendon up the side of his neck, her sunglasses fell off and he snatched them, tossing them gently onto the ottoman. One down, five or six pieces of Gaby decoration to go until she was naked.

  He let his head fall back against the couch as she peppered his neck and jaw and mouth with kisses, wriggling in his lap until she found just the right spot to rock against him.

  “You feel so good,” he said roughly, cupping her ass in his hands.

  “But I’m so short,” she teased. “Pocket-sized.”

  “You don’t think that’s hot?” He skimmed his hand under her shirt and up her back. “You make me feel all big, bad protector.”

  “Isn’t that an oxymoron?”

  Hopefully she’d never truly understand just how much big and bad was truly involved with keeping her and everyone else safe. “Don’t know. Can’t think. Pretty girl grinding against me.”

  She blushed and pushed herself up on his chest. “Am I being totally shameless?”

  He nodded and rubbed his thumb at the corner of her mouth. “It’s hot, too. Everything about you is hot. The blushing. The grinding. The entire pocket-sized package.” He curved his hand around her
neck and pulled her closer, his lips brushing hers. “The wicked-sharp mind and wary suspicion of your big, bad protector.”

  “I’m not suspici—”

  He cut her off with a hard kiss and she squeaked before sighing and letting him in.

  When he broke away, she licked her swollen lips. “I mean…right. How can I trust you, when you’re so big and bad?”

  “You can’t.” He grinned slowly as he worked at the hooks at the back of her bra. “Can I undo this?”

  “I really shouldn’t let you,” she said breathlessly, rolling her hips. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to say no.”

  “Because I’m so big and—”

  She dissolved into giggles, falling forward to brace her elbows on his shoulders. She stroked her fingers into his hair and he rolled into her touch. “You’re the opposite of bad, Trick.”

  “And you don’t need a bodyguard, but anytime you want to role play, I’m your guy.”

  “’Kay. Theatrics do it for you, got it.”

  “You do it for me.” How much she did scared him a bit. He shoved that thought away. “That feels good, keep doing that shoofy thing with your fingers.”

  “Tell me about your arm,” she murmured as she raked her hands back through his hair again. Her breasts swayed in front of him, the shadow of cleavage in the v-neck shirt distracting him with the promise of soft, delicious skin. He unhooked her bra, liking the way her breath hitched. Liking the way he saw a bit more of her swells as she wiggled out of the straps before resuming her impromptu head massage.

  “Not much to tell. X-rays looked good. This thing is really just a protective shield at this point.”

  “You’re so blasé about a broken bone.”

  “Wasn’t my first. Won’t be my last.”

  He said it like he’d stubbed his toe. When she took off his shirt, she’d tried not to react badly at the yellow and purple remnants of significant bruising on his right side, but whatever happened to Trick that broke his arm wasn’t no big deal.

  She lowered her mouth to his, kissing him partly for selfish-desire reasons, partly because he deserved something sweet for being so brave. He tasted unbelievably good, like the best salty-sweet concoction, so it was like ninety-five percent selfish and barely five percent altruistic. Every brush of his lips against hers sent electric currents skittering across her skin and each slow thrust of his tongue went straight to her core. For someone who was supposed to be getting kissed, he sure took charge in a hurry.

  Under her shirt, his left hand squeezed her side just a few inches below her breast. For all the intimacy they’d ended up sharing the last weekend, he hadn’t made a play for her boobs again—hadn’t even seen her without a shirt on yet. And it didn’t seem like he was going to make that move unless she gave him the go-ahead.

  She waited for the green-eyed monster to protest, but all she heard was the thump of her heart and the breathy whimper she let out as she pulled away from Trick’s mouth.

  “Here,” she said quickly. “Let me just…”

  If she’d had any doubt Trick wanted her, his groan and accompanying flex of his erection as she pulled off her shirt would have been proof enough. The way he was looking at her when she dropped the fabric and looked back at him through her flyaway hair was a cherry on top.

  “Wow, I like your definition of making out.” He firmly glided his hand up her fluttering midsection—could he feel her nerves? Or was that excitement?—and ever so carefully cupped her right breast, then curved his hand in a figure eight motion to stroke her left one.

  “Use both hands,” she urged under her breath.

  “The cast is rough,” he said quietly, ignoring her.

  “I don’t care.”

  “I do. Your skin is so soft. So smooth. Jesus, Gaby, I don’t want to scratch you. Besides—” He lifted his thighs beneath her bottom, shifting her closer to him again. “My mouth is so much better than any hand.”

  He didn’t go straight for the obvious goods like she expected. She had nice nipples, she thought, and only so-so boobs, but Trick seemed to like it all. The shadow between her breasts, the sensitive tissue beneath, and her puffy areolae. And when his thumb finally tweaked one now painfully erect peak at the same moment that he tugged the other deep into his mouth…that was amazing. Technicolor light display kind of amazing.

  She gasped out loud, because how could she not, and grabbed hold of his shoulders. “More,” she urged when he paused to check in, and he gave her exactly that. Overwhelmed by the rough, perfect sensations of his tongue suckling on her, she unconsciously resumed grinding, and as her body flushed from head to toe, she realized she was nearing an orgasm. From rocking against him and his mouth on her breasts.

  She panted his name and he switched sides. His right arm, scratchy cast and all, banded around her butt and held her in place.

  “Are you going to come like this?” He scraped her nipple ever so lightly with his teeth. “Because you should. You should come so hard for me, Gaby. You’re so gorgeous, and I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my lap.”

  “Uhhhh,” she moaned, incapable of more advanced speech, but he seemed to translate that no problem. It only took another minute of the most teasing, most delicious, most unexpected breast play ever before she was trembling her way through an orgasm that seemed to twirl on and on and on, a spiral of pleasure that started between her legs and radiated down each limb and up her neck.

  Trick held her against his bare torso, his skin warm and inviting against hers. She sagged into him, relaxing as his strong arms tightened around her as if to say, I’ve got you. She lolled a bit to one side as she found a way to both lean on him and look up at him at the same time. He grinned down at her. “See? I told you. Hot.”

  “Yes, you are.” She was slurring her words a bit, all sleepy and sated in her post-orgasmic bliss. So this is what boneless contentment feels like. The orgasm he’d given her the previous week had been spectacular in a different way, but their emotions had been pulled tight. Today, there was none of that. Just sweet luxuriating in a secret shared attraction.

  She shifted again, wanting to burrow deeper into his warm skin stretched over hard muscles—a more perfect combination of masculine presentation she couldn’t possibly imagine—when her inner thigh rolled over another hard muscle.

  “Oh, you…”

  He made a noncommittal noise, but fair was fair.

  “Nope. It’s your turn.” She slid over his body and dropped between his spread legs. He sank a bit further into the couch, watching from behind half-hooded eyes as she stroked her palms up his heavily muscled thighs and hooked her fingers behind his belt. “You want to come, too, don’t you?”

  He choked on a laugh and reached out to cup her cheek with his big, callused hand. “That’s a dirty word, pretty girl.”

  “You used it.” She tried to keep a straight face, but the hum of electricity between them made that too difficult. He brought out the smirk in her, that was for sure.

  “Yeah, I want to come for you.” His voice dropped a few notes as he said it, trailing into a groan as she traced the shape of his erection through his pants. “Unzip me.”

  Hands shaking, she did just that, but as soon as she wrapped her hand around his straining shaft, Trick covered her fingers with his own.

  “You want this, right?”

  “Oh yeah,” she breathed.

  “Hot damn,” he muttered, guiding her fist up and down his erection twice before dropping his hand to his hip.

  Clear drops formed at the slit on his crown, and all of a sudden, her hand wasn’t enough for her. She wanted—needed—to know how he’d react to her mouth. Wanted that power, although she already felt pretty fucking powerful when it came to him.

  Gaby had never felt more beautiful or desired in her entire life. No comparison, never.

  She hovered over him for a minute, loving the way he strained his hips toward her open mouth. She breathed in the scent of him there, so similar to the
rest of him, but…different. He smelled like sex, in the best way possible. She lowered her mouth around the crown, her lips stretching wide to take him all in. There was no way she’d be able to swallow his whole length, but in a few bobs she’d worked her way down to her fist, and as she licked and sucked, getting him all wet and sloppy in the process, the up-and-down motion got easier.

  And hotter.

  His hands gripped her arms tightly, like he needed to hold on there to keep himself from jamming his hands on her hand and driving deep into her throat. She hummed around him at the idea of that—probably hotter in fantasy than reality, but there was no way that Trick would ever hurt her, not even for his own pleasure.

  Helpless, almost angry groans and grunts spilled from his mouth and rumbled through his body as she matched his breathing and sped up. Faster, wetter, harder. She thought of the way he’d gone down on her, how he’d lapped at her like he couldn’t get enough of her taste.

  She knew the feeling. It was heady, having him in her mouth. Dirty, but not dirty. Right and perfect and special.

  He squeezed her shoulder, which she took as an early warning. She ignored it, taking him as deep as she could. Special. She swallowed his release, relaxing her mouth to let his softened cock slip fully into her hand only when he was completely clean.

  She snickered to herself. Clean, as in covered in her saliva. And she was soaking wet again. Giving an epic blow job apparently had that effect on her.

  “How about that shower now?” Trick said, his voice thick and slow.

  “Mmm-hmmm.”

  “In a minute, then. Just a minute.” He sucked in a shaky breath, then stroked her hair. “Thank you.”

  She shook her head, smiling against his thigh. “It was good for me, too.”

  “How good?”

  She bit her lip. “Good enough.”

  “Good enough isn’t in my vocabulary.” He tugged her arm, and she climbed into his lap, but he pushed her backwards with his index finger until she was flat on her back. He unsnapped her shorts, growling when he found her slippery and wet.