I stared at him, not sure what to say. I’d wanted to hear those words from him, wanted to hear them so badly, because I felt it too.
Ever since this had started, we’d slowly gotten to know each other. I had learned so much about him and realized that we had way more in common than I had thought. He was strong, smart, cocky, and funny, all the things I needed in a man. Plus, he made my body feel things I’d never imagined, which was pretty damn good.
I stared back into his intense eyes and knew what I wanted to say. I’d wanted to say it for so long now, but events had been pulling us forward, never letting us stop.
But right here, alone in this car on the side of the road, we weren’t moving. We were on the precipice of something, about to drop over the cliff, but I felt something in the moment.
I opened my mouth to say the words.
He pulled me close and pressed his lips against mine, pushing it back with his intense and passionate kiss.
That was all I needed. I pressed myself against him across the seats and kissed him hard, letting my tongue run across his. He kissed me back, and we pressed close together like that, his hands in my hair, pulling me close.
That was all I needed. He didn’t need to hear the words, not right away, and I didn’t either. I knew what he was thinking and he knew what I wanted. I reached for his belt and fumbled with it, finally getting it unbuckled. I popped his button and unzipped his jeans, pushing my hand down along his cock.
He was hard as hell already. He grunted as I began to stroke him and his hands got harder on my hair. “Fuck, girl,” he said in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re fucking hungry for it, aren’t you?”
“Couldn’t help myself,” I said.
“How do you like that I was already fucking hard for you?”
“You know that I love it.”
“You do love that hard fucking cock.” He pushed me back and slipped his hand down the front of my jeans with ease. He found my soaking panties and skipped them completely.
“And I love your wet little cunt,” he whispered.
I bit my lip. I loved how dirty he was as he began to rub my pussy. Pleasure rocked through my body as he worked me, his fingers sliding along my skin, rolling and pressing. He kissed me again, his perfect taste entering my mouth as his fingers pressed inside me.
I spread my legs wide for him as he began to fuck my pussy like that. After a second he stopped and pulled my shorts off, sliding them down over my ass. I couldn’t believe how impatient I was for it, barely able to even wait the second it took to get my shorts off. He grinned as he kissed my neck, his fingers back inside me.
“I think about this all fucking day,” he whispered to me, stroking my pussy in and out. “I think about this tight pussy, how wet you are, how much I love the way you taste. I can’t get enough of you, Hartley.”
I kissed him hard, moaning, and then pushed him back onto his seat. I pulled his jeans off and slid his boxer briefs down, revealing his hard cock standing straight up.
I slowly stroked him, staring him in the eyes. “And I love this hard dick,” I said, “this thick, hard cock.” I slowly bent over and slid his cock between my lips.
He groaned as I began to suck him, my tongue working around his tip. I took as much of his big cock as I could into my mouth, starving for him, hungry to make him feel good.
“Fuck, Hartley,” he groaned. “Suck that fucking cock, girl. I love to feel your fucking throat.”
He pressed my head down, his hands in my hair. I took his big cock down my throat, loving the feel of him taking what he wanted. I was dripping wet from this as I sucked his cock faster, letting him press his cock deep into my mouth, sliding down my throat.
I worked him with my hand, using my spit to slide along his skin, sucking his cock wildly. I didn’t care about anything but sucking him off, making him feel good. As I worked him, he reached over and found my pussy, working my clit. I couldn’t help but moan as pleasure worked through me, his cock still in my mouth.
“Nothing sexier than you moaning with my cock in your mouth,” he groaned. “Fuck, Hartley. I want to feel that pussy sliding down my cock. I want to see you come while you slide that sweet cunt along my hard dick.”
I felt him move back and reach down to the floor, finding his pants. He grabbed something from a pocket as I kept sucking him, working his tip, jerking his shaft. I loved this cock and wanted it deep in my mouth. I was wild for it, losing my mind as I sucked him.
He pulled me back and I gasped, staring up at him. I watched as he slowly rolled a condom down his length.
When he was finished, he adjusted his seat all the way back, giving us room between the seat and the steering wheel. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me over to him. I swung my leg over him and straddled his hips. He kissed my lips as I slowly, so incredibly slowly, slid myself down along his thick cock.
Pleasure burst through me as he slowly filled me up. I gasped, biting his lip as I pressed all the way down. I stayed there for a second, loving the feeling of his big cock deep inside me, filling my every single inch. He smirked at me and took my hair, tipping my head back. I gasped.
“You like to be a little fucking dirty, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. He began to move my hips with his other hand.
“You like to feel this cock deep between your legs.”
“Yes,” I moaned, working my hips with him, rolling his cock inside me.
“Then ride this dick, you bad fucking girl.”
He kissed me hard as I began to work his cock, rolling my hips, taking his every inch. I was out of my mind with desire. There was nothing but Travis and his hard cock deep between my legs. I wanted his lips, his hard body, his strong arms, his big cock, every inch of him. I didn’t want to hold back, couldn’t hold back.
I began to ride him like that, sliding up his length and down as he kissed my lips and my neck. I moaned as I worked him, rolling my hips, taking his cock. I pressed my forehead against his as he fucked me.
He used his hips to thrust deep inside my pussy. I moaned as he fucked me hard and deep, his cock pressing between my legs, taking me. Both of his hands held my hips as he fucked me like that, filling me up, sliding deep inside me.
I felt him slap my ass and moaned. I loved when he did that. He slapped me again and I rolled my hips, working him. I could feel him filling my every inch as he slapped my ass again.
I leaned back and knocked into the horn. He grinned and I laughed, but I quickly forgot all about that as he began to rub my clit with his thumb. I rolled my hips, working him, sliding along his length as he worked my clit.
We moved like that together. Sweat was dripping down my spine, but I didn’t care. The only thing I wanted was him, his thick cock, his powerful arms and hands. I pressed myself down harder, faster, and he worked my clit.
He fucked me rough and dirty, neither of us trying to make this last. I wanted to come and I wanted him to come. I wanted him to fill me up and to whisper in my ear as I came on his thick cock, and as I rolled my hips, I knew I was getting close.
I leaned forward again and he slapped my ass and then took my hips, thrusting his cock deep inside me. He wasn’t holding back anymore, wasn’t being kind. He was fucking my tight pussy hard and fast.
“Fuck I love this pussy,” he said in my ear. “I love how you’re a dirty fucking girl for me.” He slapped my ass, hard, and I moaned. “I love how you fucking like it when I slap this ass.” He fucked me harder, faster. “I love how you take this fucking cock deep in your tight little pussy.”
As he spoke into my ear, I felt my orgasm slowly take over me. My whole body began to tense, but he held on to my hips. He didn’t relent; he just kept fucking my tight pussy, working me harder and deeper. I moaned loudly, taking him, loving it.
My orgasm washed over me, and I couldn’t think. It was just pure bliss and pleasure rocking through my mind and my body. His cock kept fucking me, deep and rough, and I came hard. I needed it, needed it so badly, and the incredible release of his cock deep inside me swept every bad emotion away.
I felt him fuck me harder, deeper, his thrusts getting more insistent. I could feel him come then, deep inside my pussy, his face buried in my hair. He groaned as he held my hips, and slowly our orgasms passed over together.
I stayed like that, pressed against him, sweating and breathing, his cock still inside me. I stayed like that for what felt like hours.
Finally, I worked up the courage. “I love you,” I said.
He leaned back and smiled. “I’m in love with you too, Hartley.” He kissed me once, softly, on the lips. “Now let’s go fuck up some assholes, yeah?”
I grinned at him. “Yeah.”
This was it. From here on out, we were in this together. The words were out there, though I knew the feelings had been out there already as well. He knew how I felt, and deep down, I knew how he felt, too. There was no denying it, not anymore.
This was how it had to happen. He was meant to find me that day in the parking lot, meant to guide me through this, meant to save me. He was meant to teach me things about myself that I never knew before.
He was meant to make me the person I was supposed to be.
Travis, my SEAL, my arrogant asshole. It was supposed to have been just one night.
I hoped it was going to be many more.