With His SEAL Team, Part 6 (Stepbrothers Stepping Out)

by Delilah Devlin

  About the Story

  Tomorrow at sunrise, I’m marrying my steplover, Hunter. At long last, I’m marrying the man I’ve loved since we first met when our parents married—a dream come true.

  * * *

  However, one pesky question remains unanswered. I don’t know what happens after we say, “I do.” Is tonight the last time Hunter will share me with his friends, my dearly beloved playmates?

  * * *

  Note: This 6,400-word short story is the sixth installment of the short story series, With His SEAL Team.

  With His SEAL Team, Part 6

  A Stepbrothers Stepping Out Story

  Delilah Devlin

  Contents

  Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His SEAL Team, Part 6

  More Short Stories

  Also by Delilah Devlin

  Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His SEAL Team, Part 6

  True to their word, the guys had taken care of everything with the attention to detail only SEALs could bring to bear.

  Payton had booked and paid for all our flights to Mexico—economy plus, so lots of leg room for my big guys—and we all had seats in the same row. Watching the flustered flight attendants flirt with the men kept me chuckling throughout the long flight. I felt pride in being the lone woman among a group of uber-masculine and handsome men.

  Harley, with his ever-present Bluetooth earpiece and clipboard, had only asked me a rare question now and then in the days leading up to our departure regarding plans for the ceremony as he worked with the resort’s wedding planner. He had taken off time from Soldier’s Sanctuary to be with me, since the guys had been busy with a short-notice training mission, only God knew where, before their military leave began.

  At the resort, Marco had booked two suites and had the door between them removed. I’m sure that special request raised some eyebrows, but once we were there—and the staff got an eyeful of the “wedding party”—they couldn’t have been more obliging.

  The view from the honeymoon suite was of the white-sand beach. Tomorrow, at sunrise, I’d be marrying my steplover, Hunter. At long last.

  On the horizon, the sun was dipping beneath the edge of the sea. The sky was orange and mauve, the sun itself a brilliant, huge yellow-orange ball. I raised my cellphone to take a picture from the balcony, so I’d remember my last day of singlehood.

  Hands slid around my waist. Dark hands. Very large hands. Payton snuggled his cheek against mine then kissed my temple. “Have we met your expectations, Sara-girl?”

  I rubbed him right back like a kitten and placed my hands over his. “Not yet.”

  “You are a hard woman to please.”

  “Not true. I’m pretty simple.” I turned in his arms and hugged his waist. “You know I don’t need a fancy room or Mexico to make this perfect.”

  “We’re not done with the surprises yet.”

  I leaned back my head. “Oh yeah?” I lifted my eyebrows.

  His wide smile flashed. “Come inside. Dinner’s served.”

  * * *

  Dinner, as it turned out, was me. Or rather—on me.

  Room service had delivered several rolling carts filled with food. The empty carts were now in the hallway. Payton had arranged the food on the “table” before whistling from the balcony to call the men on the beach below to dinner. When they were all inside the room, they stripped their clothes and left them draped over the sofa before striding toward the feast that awaited them.

  Marco plucked a giant prawn that curved along the underside of my breast and teased it along my lips. “Open,” he said. When I complied, he put it between my teeth for me to bite.

  Harley scraped a tortilla chip in the guacamole that covered one thigh. “Sara, I don’t know when I’ve enjoyed a meal more.”

  I rolled my eyes, but then sucked in a deep breath as Payton poured more warm mole sauce over my bare pussy because I knew what came next. Sure enough, a tongue glided over my sex then licked between my folds to catch every trickle of the spicy, chocolatey sauce before making way for my man.

  “Never cared for mole,” Hunter drawled, lifting his face from between my legs. “Not until now.”

  “I’m going to smell like a giant onion tomorrow morning,” I grumbled.

  “Bath’s my department,” Harley said. “Now, hold still while I scoop some fajitas off your belly.”

  When he neared my skin with a fork, I held my breath, but I shouldn’t have worried. He often tweaked my tits with his prosthetic hook. Wielding a fork held inside his claw was child’s play. He scooped meat, diced tomatoes, and cheese from my torso then raked up more guac from my thigh before folding his taco and holding it out for me to take a bite then demolishing the rest himself.

  Marco poured more champagne on my bellybutton and waited for Hunter to lap it up before refreshing the “well” and taking his own sip. The tip of his tongue slipped inside and fluttered, causing a sensation like a cord tugging at my core.

  “Guac’s gone,” Harley said, sounding glum.

  “So’s the pico,” Payton said with a lick up the opposite thigh. “Damn, girl, you taste spicy.”

  Now that my thighs were clear, I raised my knees and let them fall apart, a clear invitation for more mole-licking. Nothing beat the sensation of the warm, thick sauce spilling over my mound to ooze between my folds. With my hips tilted now, some of the sauce dripped lower. I fluttered my eyelashes at my groom-to-be.

  “Marco, we need a refill,” he said, his voice huskier now.

  This time, the mole felt hotter, and my jaw dropped. It felt as decadent as the time Payton had coated my nipples in hot candle wax.

  Hunter jutted his chin toward Marco. “Some of it dripped over her asshole, buddy.”

  Marco grinned. “My favorite dish.” He leaned over the table and used his thumbs to spread my folds while his palms cupped my ass. “Lift your ass, baby.”

  “Food’s gonna roll away,” I warned.

  Harley and Payton leaned over my sides, both of them leering.

  I laughed and slowly raised my ass off the table while they attempted to scoop up strips of beef and chicken, along with small squares of tomatoes that were the first to slide off my skin.

  I couldn’t help it; I laughed as they tongued my skin, and then kissed me while they chewed. They looked ridiculous, and between them, hid most of the view of Marco as he tongued me below, sliding up and down my folds. When he began moving farther downward, my thighs tensed.

  The first touch of his tongue to my tiny hole made me whimper.

  Then Payton moved in, flicking his tongue against my clit while Marco spread my cheeks and dipped inside my anus.

  “Jesus, fuck!” I cried out.

  Fingers slid into my pussy while Marco tongue-fucked my ass. Since they didn’t share a rhythm, I guessed another of the guys was contributing to my pleasure, but I didn’t know who because I’d closed my eyes. All my senses were on overload.

  Fish, beef, chicken, guac, and onion warred with the sweeter scents of chocolate and cilantro. The differing textures of the food sliding away was another strange pleasure, the slightly slimy feel of the tomatoes being my favorite.

  Then there were the guys, working diligently to get me off, all their faces bent over my sex, their hot breath and wet tongues sliding, stroking. Fingers fucking. Marco slid two fingers into my ass and turned his head to bite my thigh. “I want that sweet ass, Hunter,” he whispered.

  “Payton, take a seat and fuck her pussy,” Hunter growled.

  The men melted away.

  I blinked open my eyes to watch as Payton sat on an armless chair, cloaked himsel
f, then held out his hand to me. I dropped my knees and sat up, letting prawns fall away as I allowed him to guide me toward him. When I stood with my feet on either side of his thighs, he pointed his cock toward my pussy then waited as I moved forward and downward to consume it. Once seated, he opened his thighs, forcing mine even wider and spreading my buttocks for Marco.

  Marco moved behind me and bent to kiss my shoulder before nuzzling my neck. “You are so lucky, Hunter.”

  I smiled at Payton whose stare was steady, holding my gaze. “She’s fucking perfect, man. You don’t deserve her.”

  “You’re only saying that because my pussy’s all around you,” I said, leaning toward him and kissing his soft, generous lips.

  A finger slid into my crack, delivering lube.

  “Shit’s about to get serious,” Marco murmured.

  I shivered and started breathing faster. When he popped a finger inside my hole, I clamped down hard on his finger and Payton’s dick.

  Payton grimaced and shot a hot glance over my shoulder at his sometimes-fuck-buddy.

  Marco’s chuckle was low and dirty, but he withdrew his finger and something larger nudged me back there.

  I tensed.

  He tsked beside my ear. “Easy, baby, you’ve done this before,” he whispered. “Let me in.”

  I turned my head and lay my cheek against Payton’s chest. That’s when I saw Hunter, seated in an armchair, his body in shadow as he sat with his back to the sunshine streaming through the window. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, and he leaned forward.

  Just that simply, I relaxed, sighing, and Marco pushed inside. I had my ground, my safe place. Hunter did that for me every time when he gave me to his friends. A gift from him…to me.

  Marco pressed slowly inside then began to move more freely, pushing all the way until his skin met mine and gave my ass a little bounce.

  Payton groaned, and I knew what he felt, what he loved, feeling Marco’s dick through the thin tissues separating them. They were still reluctant to love each other openly in front of the others. They’d never come out to the world, but in our little bubble, they were free to explore and love as they wished. I was the safe place between them. Often, I’d slip into Payton’s bedroom and find Marco there. They allowed me to watch and direct. What I wanted I got, but I always wanted their pleasure.

  In return, they showed their gratitude in sweet ways—making me breakfast, massaging my feet. Payton knew I liked his large body and would hold me in his arms, keeping me warm and comforted during movie nights when all the energy the guys had left after a rough day of training was spent.

  I was blessed with true friendship and love.

  Harley had been the first to leave our polyamorous group. After he’d completed rehab, he’d been hired by the Soldiers’ Sanctuary, a safe haven for soldiers who returned with injuries both seen and unseen. The loss of his leg and his hand had been a hard adjustment for him, but I’d helped in my own small way to make him feel like a complete man, which he truly was. Now, he was dating a woman and making plans for their future. Sure, he was here for the wedding, and here in this room enjoying a beer while he watched, but he was no longer participating in our play, and I was okay with that. I was truly happy for him.

  One day, Payton and Marco would leave as well, whether together or not was still an open question, but up until now, they’d been my playful playmates—enjoying my body and me enjoying theirs—but now, things were about to change.

  Tomorrow, I would be a married woman.

  Marco gripped my hips to hold me still.

  Payton cupped my breasts then tweaked my nipples. The tug was gentle. The twist that followed was not. “Can’t have you lost in thought, girl,” he whispered. “You’re ridin’ my dick. A guy’s ego can take a hit when a girl gets lost in thought.”

  I smiled and pulled his head forward for a hot kiss. I drew his tongue inside my mouth and bit it before pulling back. “There’s not a woman on the planet who’d get so lost she couldn’t feel your big dick.”

  He waggled his eyebrows. “There. Now, we can get serious about gettin’ you off.” His gaze went to Marco behind me. “Ready?”

  Payton planted his feet on the floor and lifted his hips, spearing into me as Marco withdrew. When he lowered, Marco thrust inside. Moving in tandem, they increased the force of their thrusts, jouncing me on their dicks. Heat built inside me; fluid flowed copiously. My breaths were chopped apart by their motions, and I couldn’t hold back the moans and whimpers rising up from inside me as I drew nearer and nearer to my peak.

  When it washed over me, I gave a shout, my neck weakening so my head jerked as their motions quickened. When first Marco then Payton roared through their orgasms, I was left quivering in the aftermath.

  I collapsed against Payton’s chest.

  Marco turned my face and gave one side of my mouth a kiss. “We love you, Sara,” he said, then withdrew.

  My back felt cool as sweat began to evaporate.

  Payton wrapped both arms around me and gave me a bear hug. “Better get you to your bath. Your man’s gonna be chompin’ at the bit to have you—and he’s only got until midnight.”

  “Why’s that?” I asked sleepily.

  “’Cause it’s bad luck for him to see you before the wedding. He’s gonna be in the other room after you two fuck.”

  That caught my attention. “Seriously?” I liked falling asleep in Hunter’s arms.

  “Since Harley’s keeping his dick to himself, he gets to sleep with you, baby girl.”

  I pouted my lips.

  * * *

  After he’d washed me from head to toe like I was a newborn, Harley took his designated place beside me in the “bride’s” bed. He wore boxers. I wore one of Hunter’s SEAL T-shirts but no underwear. Not to tease Harley, that wouldn’t be fair, but because I’d never get to sleep if I wore panties. My habit of sleeping in the nude was too ingrained.

  My cheek lay on his forearm, and I lay spooned against him. His cock gave me a nudge, and I giggled. “Guess little Harley doesn’t know he’s supposed to behave.”

  Harley sighed. “No fucking. That’s what Liza said.”

  “I can’t believe you told her about us.”

  “We don’t keep secrets, and she knows I love her.”

  “Did you know she thanked me?” When he stayed silent, I rolled to face him. The moonlight streaming through the curtains revealed his frown. “When she came over last Sunday, we were marinating the steaks for you guys in the kitchen. She said she was grateful that I’d found a way to pull you back toward people. She didn’t care how you figured out you were still a man. Not that she wanted the deets about our sex life, but she accepts that we were lovers.”

  “Liza’s special,” he said softly. “Knew it the minute I saw her in the grocery aisle at Walmart. She was looking at my hook then gave me a wink.” His teeth flashed white in the shadows. “Reminded me of you. I could tell she was wondering what I might clamp tight around.”

  I chuckled softly. “I do miss the way you squeezed my nipples.”

  Harley cleared his throat. “Liza said since she couldn’t make it to the wedding, due to her rotation at the hospital, that she’d be okay with me playing…”

  I lifted my head. “Seriously?”

  “I told her I wasn’t planning on it, because I’m all hers, but she said, if I did, she had two rules…”

  My nipples were already tightening, hoping this conversation was heading where I thought it was. I moved closer and let the tips brush the hair on his chest. “What were her rules?” I asked, my voice breathless.

  “Number one, no fucking.”

  That left a lot up for grabs. I moved my thigh over his hips to rub on his cock. “And number two?”

  “I have to tell her every detail.”

  My chest shook as I tried to hold back my laughter. “Sounds like your girl needs to come over more often.”

  “I think she might be into that,” he said. Then he kiss
ed my cheek. “So…you want to suck my dick while I eat you out?”

  I let go a loud laugh.

  “Thought you weren’t playing this weekend,” said a surly voice from the door.

  It was Marco, who stood nude, his cock fully erect and pulsing in the air.

  Harley grunted. “I may have overestimated my stamina. And Liza said she was okay with it.”

  “You sure about that?” Marco said. “Wouldn’t want you to screw anything up with her. She seems nice.”

  “She is, but I think she’s more compatible with me than I ever could have imagined.”

  Marco’s grin stretched. “Do you think she’d be into—”

  Harley grinned. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure she would.”

  “Well, damn. How’d a sorry SEAL like you get that damn lucky?”

  “Guess it’s my charm and my shiny hook,” Harley quipped.

  “You wouldn’t be jealous?” I asked, because I knew Harley still felt a little “less” from time to time.

  “So long as she’s getting everything she needs and still wants to go home with me, I’m all for it.”

  My mind leapt to the fun and games we might have, but then I remembered that tomorrow might change everything. I drew a deep breath. “The bride-to-be doesn’t get to fuck tonight, but I’m thinking there are plenty of other things she might do…”

  Harley waved to Marco. “Come on, man. Sounds like our girl won’t get a wink of sleep without a little help.”

  When Marco leapt onto the end of the bed, I nearly bounced off the mattress.

  Harley chuckled. “We better keep the noise down, or the groom won’t get his beauty sleep either.”

  “And we can’t have that,” Marco said, his whisper a little too loud. “There will be no bad luck mojo for this wedding.” When he fell to his knees beside us, he said, “So, no fucking. Good thing she’s got two hands and a mouth.”