SEAL Baby Daddy

I wasn’t sure what I needed more, to continue toying with her or to get a hand on myself. Already, my pants felt too tight, and I was desperate for a little friction. I didn’t want this night to end, but I also wanted to get home and get myself off thinking about her in that sexy dress with the low-cut top, the hint of cleavage spilling out over the top.

I groaned and pulled back, resting my head against the headrest and trying to catch my breath.

“That all you got?” Harper asked teasingly. I gave her a look, and she dissolved into giggles. Finally, she managed to calm herself down. “I know this sounds ridiculously high school, but maybe we could both…” She trailed off, waving vaguely in the air.

“There’s not enough space to have sex in here,” I said. “I already considered that. And if I’d been smart, I would have brought blankets for the bed of the truck, and we could have headed off to someplace outside the city, someplace more private, and done it back there. But I wasn’t thinking ahead.”

“That’s not entirely what I meant,” Harper said. She looked embarrassed, and for a moment, I didn’t think she was going to elaborate.

“What?” I asked, cupping her cheek in my palm. Her breath was hot against my wrist, sending prickles of sensation through me.

“What if we each took care of ourselves?” Harper asked. “We don’t have to. It was just an idea. I’d just kind of like to… watch you.” She made a face. “Ugh, that sounds so bad.”

I gave her a look of disbelief. “No, actually that sounds pretty great,” I told her. I shifted a little in my seat, feeling hot all over.

“Are you sure?” Harper asked uncertainly.

“Go on,” I said. “Show me.”

Harper blushed a little as she lifted her dress up. She locked her eyes on mine as she slid a hand down into her panties. Then, her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before opening again. “Fuck,” she whispered. “That feels really good.”

I felt like all the air had been punched out of my lungs as I watched her play with herself beneath the flimsy fabric of her panties. “Take them off,” I told her. It wasn’t exactly an order, but Harper scrambled to obey, pulling her panties down and over her heels, leaving them somewhere down on the floor.

“Better?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I groaned, watching her fingers lightly stroke her clit.

If I didn’t get a hand on myself soon, I was going to explode.

I hurriedly pulled down my slacks and boxers, revealing my manhood. I was already leaking a noticeable amount of precum, even before I wrapped my hand around my length to give myself a few firm tugs. I hardly paid any attention to what I was doing with my hand, though; instead, my eyes were locked on Harper’s face.

She was watching my hand, and as I dragged out a long stroke, she pushed her fingers inside of her, matching my rhythm. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her face twisted with pleasure. I teased my fingers across my slit, smearing around the precum before giving myself another few rough pumps. Harper matched me, her fingers playing across her clit before she thrust them back inside of herself.

“Harper,” I said, my voice low and husky. Her eyes immediately locked with mine. That seemed to be the cue that we were both waiting for, our hands speeding up of their own accords, still somehow perfectly in sync. I knew we were both getting close, could feel my whole body tensing with the need to cum, could hear the small noises falling from Harper’s lips as she was overcome with heat.

We climaxed at the same time, my seed spurting out over my hand as she fell back against the door of the truck. For a moment, we were frozen like that, both caught up in the strength of our pleasure. Then, Harper started to giggle.

I grinned and shook my head, wiping my hand off on a tissue before fixing my pants, as she pulled her panties back on. “That’s a first for me,” I admitted.

“Me too,” Harper said, grinning right back at me. “And I’d much rather have sex with you, or at least be the one in charge of getting you off, but I kind of liked that, too.”

I snorted and shook my head, glancing at my watch. “I guess I should get you home,” I sighed.

“Probably,” Harper agreed. As I put the car in reverse, she reached over and held my hand.

I drove slower than I normally would on the way back to her house. Not grandma speeds or anything like that, but I wanted to prolong this evening for as long as I could.

“I wish I could invite you up for a drink or something, but Maisie’s still in there, and Ava’s probably already gone to bed,” Harper fretted as we pulled up in front of her place.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, and I really did feel relaxed about the whole thing. “Just don’t forget Maisie’s cake.”

“I’ll make sure and tell her it was your idea,” Harper said, smiling at me.

I kissed her again, soft and sweet. “So when do I get to see you again?” I asked quietly as we pulled apart. “I do get to see you again, right?”

“I have to figure out my schedule for the rest of the week, but I’ll call you.”

“Sounds great,” I told her. I whistled to myself the whole drive home.