Second Chance SEAL(49)

“Is that regular thread?” I asked him.

“It’s medical grade,” he said. “But it’ll have to be removed. And it’ll leave a nasty scar.”

“You had thread with you?”

“General did. His emergency medical kit is actually surprisingly well-stocked.”

“Of course. He is a general, after all.”

“Come on. I’m starving.” He stood up and stepped toward me.

I took a step back but he pressed against me. I looked up at him, my mouth hanging open. He smirked down at me.

“You’re holding it together,” he said softly. “I’m impressed.”

“What did you expect?”

He shrugged. I felt his hand on the small of my back as he pressed me against his chest. “I didn’t expect you to sew up my arm, that’s for sure.”

“I’m not some fragile little girl.”

“Yes, you are.” He smirked at me. “You’re small and I’m big.”

“Oh that’s right. You’re a big tough SEAL.”

“Exactly right.”

I traced a tattoo up his arm. “Well then, Mister Big SEAL. Go make me something to eat.”

“In a few minutes.” He grabbed my waist and suddenly lifted me into the air, putting me down onto the countertop. “There’s something I want to do first.”

“Gates,” I said, gasped as he kissed me hard.

I didn’t expect it. Things had been strange between us since the hotel, but his kiss suddenly made everything seem right. Even my discomfort over the General completely disappeared. He kissed me hard and slowly slipped his fingers down my jeans.

I gasped as he found my pussy, and was surprised at how soaking wet I was.

“You’re dripping,” he said, kissing my neck. “Does all this violence make you so fucking wet?”

“No,” I protested. “It’s not that.”

“What is it, then?”

He pressed his fingers inside of me and I gasped, tossing my head back, I gripped the edge of the counter.

“I don’t know,” I panted.

“You fucking know.” His fingers pressed deep inside of me, teasing me, sliding in and out. “You know exactly why you’re dripping wet.”

“It’s you,” I breathed. “It’s you.”

“That’s right.” He pulled his fingers back. “It’s me.”

He roughly pulled my jeans off me and slid my panties down my skin. He spread my legs wide and pressed his lips between my thighs without another word.

It was amazing how I could go from nothing to incredible pleasure instantly. Gates could do that to me with his amazing fingers and his body and his tongue. He sucked and licked my clit, working me like that, his mouth sucking and moving along my pussy.

I gripped his hair, pressing him harder against me. His hands grabbed my hips and adjusted me, pulling me forward slightly as his tongue pressed deep inside of me. I moaned, losing myself in the moment, in the pleasure.

The stress melted away as it always did when Gates touched me. There was only heat and need between us. I knocked over some toothbrushes and hand sanitizer, but I didn’t care. Gates continued licking my pussy faster, tongue sliding inside of me and back out, moving faster and gripping my legs harder.

I was moaning loudly, back arched. He knocked over a towel rack as he adjusted to press his fingers deep inside of me. I moaned as he sucked and licked my clit, fucking me with his fingers. He worked my pussy rough and fast, his tongue moving along my every inch, lapping me up.

His fingers pressed deep inside and I moaned. I gripped his hair and pressed him down harder, rolling my hips. I could feel the orgasm building inside of me. He looked up at me, smirking, his fingers continually fucking me.

“You want to come?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”

He went back to work, tonguing and sucking me faster, teeth and lips working along my clit. I arched my back, gripping his hair, rolling my hips along with him. The man was insatiable and incredible as his fingers pressed deeper into my pussy, sliding in and out of my soaking wet spot as he licked and sucked me faster, faster. I could feel it building, working up along my spine, destroying me with intensity and pleasure.

And then my whole body tensed as I released. The orgasm exploded down my body, through my back, forced all of my muscles to tense and strain. He kept going as I said his name over and over, fingers fucking me, tongue working me, rolling along my skin. I could barely stop myself as he pushed me past the edge and beyond.

Slowly, the orgasm ended. He kissed up along my stomach and found my lips. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He pressed me against his body and we held there for a moment, slow and right.