Second Chance SEAL(129)

“Damn it, Hartley,” he said, shaking his head. “I care about what you think. This isn’t just my life on the line here.”

That surprised me. “I know that.”

“You think you’re such a fuckup? So you made one fucking mistake. This isn’t exactly something you deal with all the time. You made a choice that you thought was best for your family, and I can’t fucking blame you. Culver was a creepy fucking shit.”

“I know,” I said. “But I’m sorry, Travis.”

Suddenly he pulled the car off the side of the road. We were on a back country road with no other cars in sight. He pulled the car down into the grass and stared at me, this intense expression in his eyes.

“We’re about to go do something pretty fucking dangerous,” he said. “I need you to be okay with yourself. I need you to have your head on right for this.” He reached out and took my hand, pulling me close. “You hear me, Hartley? You’re strong. You’re smart. I need you.”

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.