A Perfect SEAL

“Do you trust me, Arie?” Pierce asks, cutting me off.

“Of course, I trust you. What kind of a question is that?”

Pierce smiles at me and grabs me by the shoulders, spinning me around into the alley until I bump back against the brick wall of a brownstone. The alley is dark, and mostly obscured from view by the road, but I can feel my heart racing at the thought of what he’s hinting is about to take place.

“Good,” he whispers into my ear as he lifts my arms over my head, and kisses me with a fire I haven’t felt in him yet. I gasp under the pressure of his body, at the way the hot brick feels against my skin as he presses all of his weight against me. When he pulls away, I can barely breathe.

“What the hell are you doing, Pierce? We can’t do this. Not here. Are you crazy?”

“I am. You make me crazy. And we can do this. We’re going to. I want you, Arie. Right fucking now.” He pulls down the top of my dress, my breasts fall free, and he takes my nipple in his mouth. He sucks it between his teeth, and I have to bite my lip hard to fight back the moan that is building deep inside of me.

I feel like my whole body is about to buckle when Pierce kneels on to the ground at my feet. He slides my panties down over my thighs and I descend into a giant mass of shivers. He can’t seriously be doing this. Not here? Not like this.

“Pierce! What the hell are you...?” I can’t finish.

He looks up at me as he meanders his hands up my inner thighs, sending a

shudder of apprehension and desire up my skin.

“Tell me, Arie,” he says as he spreads my legs apart, lifting one higher to reveal my burning sex to him, “how does this feel, baby?”

Pierce leans forward and blows a warm stream of air across my wet folds. My back begins to arch against the wave of intense pleasure, like I have no control over it. Is this really happening?

“That’s… amazing,” I manage to croak out.

He leans in closer and licks a lazy trail to my clit, stopping to pulse his tongue against my core. “And how is that?”

Oh, Jesus. “Even better.”

He groans against my smooth skin, licking fervently as I drag my nails down the brick wall behind me. I reach down and run my fingers through Pierce’s thick, beautiful hair. But he grips me tighter, and I have to anchor myself to the wall as he laps at my clit with rough strokes. I think they can hear my moans in Brooklyn.

I feel helpless, at the mercy of the pleasure Pierce is inflicting on me. I am lost in the sensations and the fear of being caught, and I love it all. My sex throbs under his skilled tongue, and waves of pleasure crash over me.

Pierce leans back and kisses my mound. “You’re so gorgeous, Arie. I want to see you come, baby. All over me.”

He latches his lips around my clit, and firmly sucks, pulling it into his mouth. He sends my whole body into a flurry of lightning with his touch, working me harder and faster, pushing me toward a cliff of pure pleasure, then directly over the edge.

I come in a cry that is far louder than I mean to let out. My whole body spasms, shuddering and trembling and soaring as he sucks and licks and nibbles on my clit.

Pierce laps up my release, propelling his tongue into my channel before getting back to his feet and pressing me harder against the wall. As I begin to feel I’m going to collapse right there on to the alley floor, overcome with ecstasy, Pierce unzips his pants in one swift motion. He raises my legs in the air, supporting me with his arms, and in a swift, powerful thrust, he buries his cock inside of me.

I cry out, even though I know it’s a terrible idea, especially in this part of town. Holy shit, what the hell are we doing right now? His cock throbs inside of me and I pull at the lapels of his shirt collar.

“Pierce, we can’t do this. Not here. What if someone sees us? What if…”

He quiets me with a passionate kiss, pushing his tongue past my dissenting lips to circle my own with a need more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. Over and over he laps, letting me taste my own juices in his mouth, allowing me to relax and adjust to his size, which is always new and surprising. He lets his hands slide up my body, until he finds my nipples. Then he begins circling them in firm but gentle strokes with his thumbs as he pulls back, sliding his thick member out of my channel until only the head remains inside.

The loss of his thick manhood inside of me rolls through me in a rush and I can’t help but whimper at how empty I suddenly feel.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Pierce asks, concern in his eyes.

I let out a little groan. I know we shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Not in public. But I don’t want him to stop either. So, I search his perfect green eyes and tell him exactly what I want.

“I want you to keep fucking me, Pierce.”

He slides, unhurried and measured, back inside of me, filling me up until nothing else exists in the world but him, and me, and the way our bodies feel connected together. He leans his head forward into my own, so we can’t look anywhere but in each other’s eyes, as he strokes my breasts.

I kiss his dimpled chin and lean into him. All I’ve ever wanted was to feel safe, to feel like someone would love and protect me and be stronger than me when I needed it. Now, in this moment of passion with Pierce, I feel like I finally have that. And I never want it to end.