Page 36 of The Playboy SEAL
Taking a mental step back from the edge, I exhale. Yes. This will work. I can deal with this crazed feeling if she’s making me come with one wet hole on her body.It may not be the one I crave, but it will do. For tonight.
“Suck. My. Dick,” I command, flashing my dimples her way.
“Like I have a choice when you ask me so nicely,” she replies, mock irritation lacing her words.
In response, I brush some of her hair back and twist the long, wet strands around my hand. She knows what comes next because she wets her lips.Good girl.I pull her head down and push her face onto my dick.
It won’t take long. Not that it would have taken that long earlier in the car, but now I have the taste of her pussy on my tongue and her ass in the air as she works those pretty fucking lips and tongue like a Jedi Master. I’d usually try to hold myself back, try to impress a woman with my ability to hang on awhile, and try to convince her my stamina is the best of them.
“Fuck!” I hiss when she starts pumping her hand. It’s wet and warm, and her mouth is nirvana. I don’t care about holding out. I let myself think about everything that’s happening. I don’t mute the moment. I turn the volume up. I live in it so fully I can’t tell where I stop and her mouth begins.
She’s humming now, her hands cupping my balls gently. It’s a well-oiled process, and she stays steady because that’s the one thing men need to come. It’s pace. And hers is slamming. Teala has showmanship while she’s sucking cock. She doesn’t hate it.
I don’t even have to push the back of her head. She swallows me all the way down in her furious pursuit of taking my pleasure. She wants it for herself, and fuck, do I want to give it to her. The sloshing noise of spit andfury surrounds me as her hand pumps, and I lose it. With her hands on my balls, she pulls my length all the way to the back of her throat, and I let go, exploding down her throat in several hard, hot thrusts.
Eyes watering, she lets her gaze flick up to meet mine. I don’t say anything. I just breathe, or rather try to catch my breath. Slurping, Teala slides my dick out of her mouth. It feels cold and bereft. She doesn’t take her eyes off mine as she licks her lips, swallows hard, and wipes the spit off her lips with her wet hand. It’s an intimate moment that some could construe as awkward, but nothing about watching her is odd. It’s something else entirely. I want to see more of her like this. Vulnerable.
“I don’t even know what to say after that.” My voice breaks. I swallow to correct it.
She shrugs, doesn’t smile, and heads to the bathroom, saying she needs to wash her hands. When she returns, I’m still kneeling in the same fucking spot, trying to figure out my next move. Our next move.
“You don’t have to look at me like that. There’s nothing wrong with you. My blow jobs are always the crowd pleaser.” She walks to her bag, still naked. She tries not to meet my eyes.
I frown. “I don’t want to think about you sucking some other dude’s dick right now,” I reply, grimacing. “You only suck my dick now.”
“Oh,” she says, turning her head to look at me. Her pretty face looks startled. “I guess I didn’t think about it that way.”
She wouldn’t. I wouldn’t either if I wasn’t going through some weird fucking hang-up over here. Sheobviously has her head on straight. For the first time since she entered, I catch her looking around, her gaze landing on certain things in my room. I approach her because I want her lips on mine. She has other ideas because she walks up to one of my bags packed for our next trip.
“It’s huge,” she says. “Where are you going next?”
“It’s a dead hooker,” I reply.
Teala scrunches up her nose.
“That’s what the bag is called because you can fit a person in there.”
She laughs, but I can tell she’s waiting for an answer to her other question. “Why a hooker?”
I shrug. “We love sex?”
“Ah. I see.” She runs her hand over the dusty bag in the corner of my room and makes her way to the window.
“I deploy shortly to somewhere in the Middle East. These bags are for CQB,” I say and then decide to amend for the military newbie. “It’s where we practice clearing rooms using our guns and gear and stuff.”
She nods.
“It’s one of our longer, more important trips. Usually it’s two to three weeks.”
She asks another question about training and deployment, and I answer her honestly. We’re both naked, uninhibited by bare skin. It feels personal, and while I’m giving her all of these details about my real life, it almost feels like a violation.
She gets in my bed and pulls back the covers. “At least I don’t have to worry about your sheets being vagina juiced.” She laughs.
“They’re probably covered in more cu than thePlayboyI had under my mattress as a teenager,” I retort.
She sighs in a contented whisper, calls me a liar, and lies down. I can’t help it. I get in next to her and prop my head on my hand while staring at her. She is this weird, new prop in my fucking bed.
“I hope you realize our date isn’t over yet. I need to assess your finger-fucking skills. No mouth,” she quips.
