Free Bound & SEAL'D: A Bad Boy Navy SEAL Romance by Kara Hart

the invitation turns him on.
    He reaches out slowly and places his hand on the upper part of my thigh, right where my skirt hits my patterned pantyhose. “It’s so soft,” he moans. The word soft sends shivers down my spine and I bet it makes him ache. I imagine just how hard his cock really is right now. I couldn’t get a glimpse in the darkness the other night. How would it feel as it slid past my soft lips?
    Don’t you stop talking. Don’t you dare stop talking! My thoughts are too fast for me to keep up with. “Don’t you want to know what I like?” he asks me, feeling up the top of my skirt.
    “I don’t give a shit what you like.” I gulp. My body is near shivering. Of course I give a shit what he likes. It’s all I’m wondering right now. I just want him to say the right words. I want him to know what pushes my buttons.
    That’s when he says exactly what I want to hear: “Then I’ll have to show you what I like.” He grabs my hand roughly and pulls me past the pool tables and old pinball machines. In the back, there’s a door that reads “Employees Only.” A row of booths and tables is placed right next to the door and a few bar patrons look up as he hurriedly opens the door and pushes me in.
    He closes the door and suddenly, we’re in a small, dark room. The sound of our breathing falls loud and flat and outside are the noises from the bar. “I’m going to show you what I like,” he says.
    “Do I really want to know? I just met you.” I say with enough fear in my voice to make it actually believable. Of course I want to know. I want to know every bit of what he likes. I want him to show me, to take me to his world and ravage me.
    “No more games,” he says. “I’m going to make you quiver.” It’s dark and I can’t see a thing, but he guides my hand down until it touches his meaty cock, and I don’t have to use my eyes to feel just how huge he really is.
    “No more games…” I whisper back. Within a split second, he has me pinned against the wall and I can feel the vibration from the jukebox outside.
    He smells so fucking good, like vintage whisky, wood, and cologne I’ve never smelled before. His scent is everything a man should carry, but most hardly ever do. When I breathe him in, I’m dizzy with excitement and total lust.
    I feel his lips hovering over mine and I breathe out lightly, waiting for him to kiss me. But he pulls back instead, teasing me. Instead, he kisses at the curve of my neck, sucking lightly. He scrapes his teeth on my shoulder and pulls down my shirt. He cups my tits as they fall out and I’m against the wall, totally his.
    He kisses my cheek and unbuttons my skirt. “I want you naked and pure,” he whispers. His cock is in my hand and I’m stroking it slow and light. Finally, he takes off my clothes and runs his hand across the pattern of my garter.
    “Spit on it,” he says. “Spit all over it.”
    I can only see his eyes and they’re as dark as night. Everything is telling me to leave, yet my body is saying, stay here. Stay here forever.
    “But there are people right outside,” I protest.
    “Good. Let them hear us,” I can just barely see his smile, the white gleam of his teeth, as he spits down on his hand and rubs it against his shaft. “Your turn.”
    I’m so fucking turned on. I rip off my garter and drip my spit all over his cock, until I feel it grow to an even bigger size. He’s massive. Like, way too big for me. I start to shake when he trails his hand down to the small of my back, all the way to the bottom of my ass. With two fingers, he opens me up and starts massaging me in a circular motion.
    My high-pitched breath envelops the room and I begin stroking his cock faster now. He pushes forward, lightly thrusting into my hand, as his lips finally meet mine. He whispers “You’re wet.”
    His right hand is on my cunt, and he’s moving my wetness over my clit. I can barely hang on. Never in my life have I had a man like this before.