Dirty SEAL (A Navy SEAL Romance) (The Maxwell Family)

by Alycia Taylor

  I pulled my mouth away for a second so she could take a breath and I brought my lips down to the lobe of her ear and nibbled, causing her to moan. I could feel the goose bumps building up on her arms as she arched her back, pressing even harder against me. Her long, sexy neck was opened up to me so I bent down and nipped it gently. She cried out softly and as I slid my hands across to her breasts and used my thumbs to massage her nipples, her cry got a little louder.

  “Oh, Dax.” She breathed out. Hearing her say my name in a sexy, husky voice was like breathing in a drug.

  I started stripping off her clothes, trying to be gentle so I didn’t rip or tear anything. She had on a damn button-up shirt and my big fingers were shaking so hard I couldn’t get them loose.

  “A little help?” I asked with my mouth pressing against hers.

  I felt her smile as her hands moved down and deftly unfastened the buttons. I pushed it back off her arms and at the same time unhooked her bra and ripped it off her. Her breasts were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I knew I had seen them before, many times, but not seeing them for over two years had made them that much more amazing.

  I squatted down and unhooked her jeans and jerked them and her panties down to the floor. My mouth found one of her nipples again and the little noises she made as I licked and sucked caused my cock to throb even harder. I gently nudged her backwards onto the bed and once she was on her back I continued sucking, licking and nibbling at her nipples. While I sucked on one, I would tweak the other with my fingers.

  She was moaning loudly and squirming across the bed. I slid my hand down between her legs and ran one finger across her lips. They were swollen and wet and she quivered when I touched her. I kissed down her soft belly and let one of my fingers gently probe the inside of her pussy as I began to lick across her inner thighs, tasting her sweet juices. She had her hands on my head, guiding me, leading me to her pussy as her knees fell open.

  I took my finger out of her and she whimpered before I used two fingers to open her up and replaced the finger with my tongue. I licked all around the outside of her lips, teasing her as she tried to move my head and force me to put my tongue on her clit. I finally gave in and as soon as my tongue touched her swollen nub she let go of my head and gripped the comforter on the bed tightly with both of her hands and closed her mouth to keep from screaming. She squeaked and that was how I knew.

  I put my hands underneath her sweet, firm little ass and lifted her slightly off the bed while I continued to lap at her wet, warm opening. Every so often I would let my tongue plunge into her. She tasted so good, fresh and clean and she smelled like the fresh rain we had a few days before.

  “Oh, Dax! Oh, you need to stop…I want to wait to come with you.”

  I stopped and stood up. She whimpered again as she watched me slide off my pants and boxers. She reached out as soon as I did and grabbed my hard cock in her hand. It was so fucking hard not to come just from her touch. Her thumb ran along the head, feeling the fluid, massaging it around in circles. She tightened her grip and stroked me a few times causing me to thrust my hips forward. I was standing on shaky legs and I hoped they held out.

  She put her hot mouth on me and I swear I nearly had a heart attack. It was like the first time all over again. She just took the head in between her lips and while she held it there she used her tongue to flick and swirl it around. I watched her and that was almost too much for me. The sight of all that silky hair hanging around her face while she used her lips and tongue drove me to the brink.

  She started sucking it hard, still just the head. I wondered if I could cry out without the whole bar hearing me. I had to have some kind of release and I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted this to last all day.

  She suddenly turned her head to the side and started licking underneath. She slid off the side of the bed, lowering herself down to her knees. She licked slow and deliberately and suddenly she moved back up and took the head of it back in her mouth once more. She sat up high on her knees and running her tongue along the side and then the top and then the other side; she sucked the length of me in until I felt myself against the back of her throat. While she did, she reached up and touched my stomach, running her hands around to my lower back and then sliding them down and taking both of my ass cheeks in her hands. She squeezed them tightly. I was shaking and my muscles were twitching and any second I was going to have to stop her. Not yet though, I grasped her head and wrapped my fingers up in her hair and I began thrusting my hips forward and back while she sucked me. I was moaning loudly and I could feel the rush. I couldn’t last any longer, I didn’t want her to stop…

  “Oh fuck, that feels so good, but you have to stop.”

  She pulled back and looked up at me with a smile. I reached down and helped her up, giving her a long deep kiss before I put her back down on the bed. I climbed over her and took one of the pillows from under her head and slipped it underneath her bottom. She lifted her hips to help me. I climbed back on top of her and she reached down and put both of her hands back on my cock as I gave each of her nipples a kiss.

  I positioned myself and very slowly I eased into her. She was so wet and so warm. I was going slow, afraid to move any quicker. She felt fucking amazing. I went in about halfway and then I pulled back out and did it again, and again, and again…finally allowing my full length to enter her. She moaned and we began rocking our hips together as our naked bodies pressed together and we fell into a smooth rhythm.

  “Oh, Dax, I missed you so much.”

  “I missed you too, every fucking second, Liv. I love you.”

  She didn’t say it back. It didn’t matter at the moment. I wanted to enjoy her. I needed it. I alternated moving slow and then fast, hard and then fast, slow again, trying to keep from coming. I leaned down as we rocked and kissed her lips. Her hands were running all over my body. Her fingernails slipped gently across my back and down my arms.

  I could feel her muscles tighten around me and her body began to shake…I knew she was ready. I clamped my mouth down over hers and continued thrusting inside of her as she came. She cried out around my mouth, which muffled most of it. Her body was shaking and quivering and I kept moving inside of her slowly until she came down.

  “Don’t stop, Dex, keep going. I want to make you come.” She suddenly said, “Turn over, get on your back.”

  I reluctantly slipped out of her and did as she asked; tossing the pillow that was underneath me onto the floor. She climbed up on me and straddled me. Not even using her hands, she slipped me back inside of her and we both let out a groan. She began to ride me frantically. Her hands ran across my chest as she did. I reached up and put my hands on her breasts and squeezed and then began tweaking her nipples. I could feel her tightening around me at the same time I was beginning to enlarge; I couldn’t hold back. The orgasm ripped through me like nothing I had ever felt before.

  When I was finally done I pulled her down onto my chest and she lay there. Our bodies were both shaking and I could feel her legs quivering against mine.

  When I could finally speak I kissed the top of her head and said, “Thank you.”

  She giggled and said, “You’re welcome.”

  “That was fucking amazing,” I said and slowly sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. I didn't know what had gotten into her to come in and jump me like that but I wasn't going to turn her down. Not after sitting in prison for all those years. She was absolutely breathtaking and the sex was godly. We had both come a long way since the first time we had sex. Our bodies were flawless together.

  She kissed me back and ran her fingertips along my chiseled chest. Even after we had already screwed each other, her touch sent fireworks throughout my body and led straight to my groin.

  She pulled away and looked deep into my eyes. “That was amazing,” she breathed against my lips. “You're amazing.”

  She laid her head into the pocket between my chin and chest and pulled herself tightly against the side of my body. He
aring her call me amazing was wonderful after she had thought for so long that I was a liar and trafficked drugs.

  I had to keep reminding myself that if I was in her position, I would have likely thought the same thing. When the evidence was all laid out it just seemed like it was a hundred percent me. I was happy that I was finally starting to clear my name one person at a time. I got Olivia to believe in me and my mom already did.

  It was time for me to take my revenge on the people who did this to me. I had taken Terrance down enough already. The woman he loved was never going to want to be with him ever again. Best of all, she was lying in my arms naked.

  The greatest revenge would be taking down the one person who put this all in motion. My father was going down and even if he tried to stop me, it wasn't going to happen. I had spent years in prison for something he had done to me and I wasn't going to let him live his life happily. He was going to feel the pain and agony that I felt when I was arrested and sentenced to prison. I’d had a couple years to think about my revenge.

  He was going down.

  At that moment though, I had to remind myself that it was the best day I’d had in almost three years and no matter what else life threw my way, I thought I could handle it.

  PART THREE

  Chapter One

  Dax

  I woke up and stretched. I was disoriented at first and I wondered why I was naked. I usually slept in my boxers at least. It was a prison thing. After laying for a few seconds I remembered Olivia coming by.

  “Oh shit,” I said out loud to the empty room.

  She came by and we had amazing, mind-numbing sex. But now she was gone, which meant only one thing….she thought she had made a mistake. She didn’t want to be here when I woke up and she didn’t want to have to face me. Shit.

  I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I walked over to get a pair of boxers out of the dresser and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had light scratches all over the tops of both my arms. My lips pulled up at the corners as I thought about what a wildcat Olivia was. I had that thought a lot when I was locked up and even since I’d been home. Wild little naked Olivia was fodder for all of my jerk-off sessions and my wet dreams.

  I told myself a long time ago that I didn’t need her. She walked away from me when I needed her the most. She abandoned me and hooked up with my best friend. Why would I want to be with someone who would do that to me? I had no idea why, but no matter how much I told myself I didn’t, I did.

  Was I a masochist? I honestly didn’t have fucking clue. What I did know was that when she walked into my arms last night I was going nowhere but to fuck her. Touching her, kissing her, being inside of her….those were still the best feelings in the world even after everything she’d done. I don’t know if that makes me a man in love or simply a fool.

  I looked at the clock, it was late morning already. I guess that doesn’t really matter though to a parolee who really doesn’t have anywhere to go. I took my boxers and my t-shirt and went to get into the shower. I had to at least pretend I was going to do something productive with my day. Maybe I’d give Olivia one more thought while I was in there…

  Chapter Two

  Olivia

  I woke up next to Dax this morning and I panicked. Last night had been amazing, wonderful and long overdue. It had also been wrong. I’d just walked out on Terrance. What kind of woman flips back and forth between best friends? When I got together with Terrance at least it had been a year since Dax and I had been together. But I walked away from Terrance and straight into Dax’s arms.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  I hadn’t gone over there to sleep with him. I had just needed someone to talk to and a shoulder to cry on. I hadn’t known where else to go. When he opened the door and I saw him there, I didn’t know what came over me. I went into vixen mode and I attacked him. He tried to give me an out. He broke the kiss and asked me what was going on. But I hadn’t been able to stop, I was a woman driven and I was driving towards one thing, a passionate night with Dax.

  I had slipped out quietly because I was unable to face him this morning. What would I say? Sorry? Thanks? This behavior was foreign to me and I didn’t have the strength to deal with it. I headed over to Terrance and my apartment to get my things. No matter what was going to happen with Dax, or not, I wasn’t going back to Terrance. That was certain.

  As I drove into the lot I saw his bike parked in the spot where he normally left it and I almost turned around and left. I was hoping he’d be gone on one of his runs. I forced myself to go inside, however because I needed to just get it over with and get on with my life. It wasn’t like I was never going to run into him again anyways. I may as well just suck it up and do it now.

  When I walked in the front door I saw him right away, sitting on the couch. It was like he was waiting for me.

  He watched me come in and then he said, “You didn’t come home last night.”

  Seriously? He thought I was going to seethe over it for a while and then just go home and everything would be just peachy again?

  “You helped set up your best friend and he spent two years in prison because of it.”

  “Liv—”

  “No, Terrance. We’re not talking about this any longer. You know what you did. You know how I feel about it. There is no reason to beat this thing into the ground. Besides, I don’t believe a word you say anyways. I’m just here to get my things.”

  “You’re leaving me?”

  “Yes, Terrace. Are you fucking high? Did you really think I was going to stay? First of all what you did was bad enough, but then you looked me right in the eye and lied to me about it too. You can’t honestly think that I would ever trust you again. I meant what I said. I don’t want to keep talking about this. Nothing you say will change how I feel about what you did.”

  I walked down the hall to the bedroom and took an empty duffle bag out of the closet. I went over to my dresser drawers and started stuffing things into the bag. I was in a hurry, because I knew no matter how much I asked him to he wasn’t going to just leave this alone. He didn’t really get that he had done something wrong. To me that was scary.

  He had followed me into the bedroom. “Where are you going to go?” he asked while leaning across the doorway.

  “I don’t know, Terrance. Anywhere but here.”

  “Where’d you sleep last night?”

  “That’s not your business any longer.”

  I went to the closet and started taking things off hangers and stuffing them in. He was till staring at me.

  “Did you go to Dax?”

  “Oh jeez, Terrance, don’t do this.”

  “You’re the one lauding honesty all the time. Why can’t you be honest with me Liv? Are you ashamed of something you did?”

  “No, I haven’t done anything to be ashamed of. Don’t try and turn this around, Terrance. You did this.”

  He switched gears and in a soft voice he said, “You don’t have to go.”

  I let out an audible sigh so he could tell that I was annoyed and I said, “Terrance, you and I are over. Yes, I have to go.”

  “Okay, I get that we’re over, I do. I also know that you’ve only been helping your uncle out a day or two a week and Bull never pays you for what you do at the bar. So how the hell are you going to support yourself? Stay here, until you’re able to. I’ll sleep on the couch. Let me at least do that for you.”

  His offer might have seemed nice, but it was just another way to control me. If I was there, he could make sure I wasn’t with anyone else and it would give him an opportunity to talk me into taking him back.

  “No, Terrance. You don’t seem to understand that I can barely stand to look at you. Besides the fact that it was you who wanted me to quit my job and you who talked me out of going back to school. I don’t see myself moving forward at all if I stay here. Besides, what you did to your best friend was reprehensible and unforgiveable as far as I’m concerned. Now please, leave me al
one so I can get my things packed and get out of here.”

  He looked hurt and angry, but he did as I asked. He turned and walked out. A few minutes later I heard the front door open and close and then I heard his bike. I breathed a sigh of relief.

  I finished packing my things, being sure not to take anything he had paid for. I reached up on top of the closet and took down the folder I kept Dax’s sketches in. I stuffed it in the bag and said good riddance to the last two years. I made it to the front door and turned to look back. I had to admit that it wasn’t all bad. I’d thought Terrance was a good guy for a long time and we had some good times. The problem was that just underneath the surface we were both bleeding a little. Me, because of the mixture of anger, fear and guilt I was always feeling and him because of a deep, dark secret that I hadn’t even known he had.

  Chapter Three

  Dax

  After I got dressed, I rode over to see my mom. I found her digging in her flowers in the back yard.

  “Hi Mom.”

  “Hi Dax,” she said with a smile. She always had a smile for me, no matter what. “Did you come by for breakfast? I didn’t make anything, but I can throw something together really quick”

  Smiling, I said, “No, Mom. I’m fine. I just need to talk to you if you have a few minutes.”

  “Of course I do,” she said, pulling off her gardening gloves. “Have a seat. I’ll get us some coffee.”

  I didn’t really want any coffee, but my mom never entertains a guest without food or beverage so I let her go. When she came back out to the patio she had a tray with a carafe of coffee, two cups, cream and sugar and a plate of cinnamon rolls. I laughed as she sat it down,

  “What’s so funny?” she asked.

  “You,” I told her. “You’re out here gardening and your garden looks beautiful by the way. You set up a tray of sticky buns and coffee to visit with your ex-con son and you don’t have a hair out of place. I just can’t figure out why a lady like you would have anything to do with a guy like dad, much less stay married to him.”