Stacy Vs. SEAL

Definitely Lisa can’t know. That’s sort of a given.

Sure, she wants an outlaw. I get that.

If she ever knew about me, I don’t know how long she’d stay, though.

It’s something I can’t get over.

But if things keep going the way they are with her, it’s something Im going to have to tell her about eventually. I mean, there’s only a certain amount of time I can keep fucking her without her asking any questions. She’s already started to. She’s probably already googled me. And she’s probably left with more questions than answers.

That just means one thing. I have a choice coming up soon.

Either tell her about who I really am.

Or watch her leave me.

68

Lisa

Makeup? Check. Tight dress? Check. Sexy lingerie? Check. All systems go; I’m ready for takeoff. Well, almost ready; I’m still waiting on the pilot.

Although only an hour passed after Diesel’s last text, it seems like that was an eternity ago. I’m walking around my apartment like someone hit in the head by a club; I go from the kitchen to the bedroom, then head to the living room and only stop when I raced through every corner in the place. Why am I this nervous? It’s not like this is my first time with him… But I can’t shake off the anxiety that has settled deep in my bones. Every time I remember how it felt to have my naked body pressed against Diesel’s, his hard cock buried deep inside of me… That’s enough to make a wet mess out of me.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and my train of thought derails. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and then walk to the door with a steady gait.

“Long time, no see,” Diesel greets me as I open the door. He’s leaning against the doorway, his leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. This time he isn’t wearing a Polo, but a simple black dress shirt that clings to his muscles in an impossibly delicious way.

“So, how was mini-golf?” I say, trying to play it cool and confident as I step to the side, inviting me in.

“Dangerous,” he simply responds, throwing his jacket over my couch. “Gladly, I was there to prevent anyone from spraining an ankle.”

“You have a big heart for a bad boy.”

“Lucky for you,” he starts, lowering his voice and closing the distance

between us, “I have something bigger than my heart.” His body is almost against mine, his lips just inches away from mine. My heart is beating so fast I can feel it in my throat.

“Do you? And what can you possibly be talking about?”

“You’re a smartass, aren’t you, Lisa?” he whispers, gently placing his long fingers on my waist. “Maybe I should punish you for that. Give you a good ol’ spanking.”

“I doubt you can do that,” I tease him, locking eyes with him. “You’re not as bad as you say… Carlton.” He narrows his eyes as he hears his real name, but I just smile.

“Lisa, I’m not lying. I always told you the truth,” he continues, ignoring my teasing words. His tone of voice is a truthful one, but I just can’t buy it. What kind of outlaw MC would wear Polos and live in the Upper East Side? “I am--” This time I shut him up, placing my index finger over his moving lips.

“I don’t care,” I say, and I mean it. “Just fuck me already.”

Saying nothing more, I lean in for the kiss and, closing my eyes, I let his mouth fit against mine. I savor his full lips, surrendering to his manly flavor. I reach with my tongue and, feeling his, our kiss grows fierce, his hands pulling eagerly on my hips.

My small fingers go to his shirt, and I flatten the palm of my hands against it, feeling his firm pectorals and eight-pack. I push the fabric up his torso and, as he raises his arms, I then pull it over his head and throw it to the floor, baring his ripped chest.

It’s impossible to resist his perfect body and I’m not even going to try. His fingers go around my hips and over the curve of my ass, cupping it over my dress and squeezing it hard. I succumb to his pull and lean in, laying my lips against his neck.

He stops me by tangling his fingers on my hair and throwing my head back, and I feel him breathing in the scent of my hair as my hands explore his side. That wild anxiety taking over me, I move my hands over the clasp of his belt and unfasten it, popping out the top button on his jeans at the same time.

I feel him shudder as I pull down his zipper, warm blood hurrying down to between my legs and making me feel as alive as I have ever felt. His cock strains against his boxer briefs, the bulging there brushing against my knuckles. In one swift motion, I open my hand and press my palm against him, his cock pulsing impatiently against my skin. I can’t wait to him inside of me again, to feel his thickness stretching me wide and ruining me for other men… And he’s probably thinking the same, judging by the hurried way he kicks off his shoes.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he says, squeezing my ass, his almost naked body so maddeningly close to mine. With my curves filling his hands, he takes his mouth to my neck and nibbles at the smooth flesh there, his scent climbing up my nostrils and taking my brain by assault. I exhale deeply against his ear, my skin prickling as his tender kisses go over my neck.