Pushing him forward, my hand gripped his neck, pressing him into the mattress and holding him there as I railed his ass. Thesnick snicksounds of my cock working his ass meshed with heavy breathing, curses, moans, and the slap of flesh as I rode him hard. I wanted,needed, him to fucking come. I needed to come.
But I wanted to see it. I wanted to watch him come apart.
I pulled out, grabbed his legs, flipped him onto his back, and pushed back into him.
“FUUUUCK!” he screamed.
I paused, worried I’d hurt him.
“What the fuck are you waiting for? Christmas? Move!”
“Yes, sir!” I chuckled.
I shoved his knees to his chest, angling his ass to take everything I gave him. I pounded into him. Over and over. Again and again. Grunting and groaning with the effort. My balls drew up, and I growled, “Make yourself come. I want you to paint us with it.”
His hand flew over his cock, the head popping in and out of his fist. Precum coated his dick and hand. The smell of it reminded me of how good he tasted. He was everywhere.
I felt invaded by him. Assaulted. Breached.
As if he reached inside my skull and scrambled my brains.
He was a mindfuck.
“Come, Daniel. I want to feel you come inside me.”
His words triggered something inside me I couldn’t wrap my head around, given my brain was a vast wasteland of pleasure.
“FUCK!” I roared, thrusting into him one last time.
I collapsed over him, gripping his face and forcing his mouth to mine as I pulsed deep inside him.
He jerked and whimpered under me. Hot come splashed against my stomach as our tongues dueled and we fought for breath while refusing to part.
Our breathing slowed, he carded his fingers through my hair, and I rolled off him, pulling him onto his side to face me.
“If you knew,” I gasped, robbing myself of what little air I had by speaking too soon. Taking a deep breath, I tried again. “If you knew how hard it was to tame the curls, you wouldn’t have rubbed cum in them.”
His head reared back, laughter bursting forth from him. It was the most joyous sound I’d ever heard in my life.
CHAPTER 5
ALEX
I woke curledon my side, facing Daniel, well before my alarm the next morning. I lay there watching him sleep, contemplating the best fuck I’d had in years. Of course, I had little to compare it to. Kelly and I hadn’t been exclusive when we were together. We’d fooled around with each other, others separately and together, but still, as a guy in his early twenties, I had limited experience, especially in the last two years.
The man before me was beautiful. Funny. Smart. Sexy. Had a gorgeous dick that he knew how to use, and was strong as fuck, too, given he picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder before he carried my ass to the bedroom.
Of course, I wasn’t the biggest guy around. I brushed six feet with my boots on. I spent my youth running, biking, and swimming, so I looked more like a triathlete than most people thought a SEAL did. And that was fine with me. I didn’t join the Navy or work my ass off to make it through BUD/S for fame and fortune. I did it to prove to myself I could do something hard, that I was more than the senator’s kid who’d never had to work for anything. And because everything I read about the SEALs said they were brothers. A family. I never had that growing upand knew I never would, thanks to the shit my father gave me as a ‘Welcome to Adulthood’ eighteenth birthday present.
He licked his lips, wiggled a little, then snuggled a little closer to me under the blankets. A smile tugged at my mouth, and I rolled my lips inward between my teeth, and I bit down, trying to smother the softness this stranger had dredged up in me. He’d called me dangerous, but he was the one who more accurately resembled that title.
Closing my eyes, I willed myself to rest. Which is what I should’ve done last night instead of fucking all night until I was a dehydrated sappy mess. The great thing about BUD/S was that it taught you to drop off to sleep whenever and wherever. Hopefully, when I woke up a second time, I’d be more myself.
The alarm on my watch beeped. My eyes opened. My brain came online in a flash, and I moved to get up, only to realize something was weighing down the left side of my body from shoulder to knee. Looking down, a riot of dark curls tickled my chin and nose. Sighing, I lay back down on the pillow. It was, and would continue to be, rare that I got to enjoy waking up with a man in my bed and arms. I might as well take advantage of the situation. Who knew when I’d experience it again?
“Is the beeping urgent or just the regular military crack of dawn wake-up call followed by a grueling torture session known as PT?”
Laughing, I kissed the top of Daniel’s head before I replied. “Just the usual wake-up call. I don’t have watch until tomorrow. It’s the first time I’ve gotten more than twenty hours off in a row for nearly a year.”
