Page 13 of Protected By the SEAL

“We probably should try and get some sleep now,” I say softly to Cassie, our eyes drinking in the darkness surrounding the tent. “Then we will have the energy to wake up early and get a move on before they can find us, presuming they come back. Plus, I know how badly you want to talk to your family, which we can do as soon as we are safe. Then, we can get you home too.”

“Home.” As Cassie murmurs that word, it doesn’t sound like the most exciting prospect to her, but I don’t think I should push her any more on that front. Whatever her home life has for her, it has to be better than here, anyway. “Yes, of course.”

I don’t know how she intends to sleep, so I remain exactly where I am, allowing her to take control of the situation and to choose what position she wishes to sleep in. I’m not expecting her to remain clinging to me, but that’s exactly what she does. She snuggles in closer, choosing to sleep as if we are lovers who have been in a relationship for a long time and are completely comfortable with one another. I suppose the intense thundering of my pulse isn’t bothering her at all.

This is nice,I think to myself as I settle down as well.It’s been a long time since I’ve been held like this…

It’s actually been forever since being held in this way made me feel likethis. It’s never happened before. Even though I know it would be wiser to use this time for sleep, to get as much rest as I can before whatever the following day will hold, I also want to savor every second of this sensation. This warm feeling is something I want to cling to forever. Even more so when Cassie’s breathing becomes deeper and a lot calmer, allowing me to know that the exhaustion finally has her.

I want this,I realize starkly.I want this really badly.Someone to hold like this, someone to love. I’ve given so much of myself to my work, I’ve focused so hard on getting myself a career because that seemed easier than finding the right person, but now it’s hitting me how much I yearn for someone like Cassie, how much love I have to give to the right person.

Shit, that already feels like a strangely painful revelation, so I squeeze my eyes shut and beg sleep to claim me already before I start delving into all the reasons I don’t have someone at the moment. That isn’t a can of worms that needs to be popped right now. Instead, I would prefer to think about what it’s like to have that person, what it will be like when I get someone again. Because I will. I need to know. The realization has come for me, and there’s no turning back.

“Benji, you really are my hero, you know that?” Cassie flutters her eyelashes at me, causing a lightning bolt of white-hot desire to hit my cock hard. I shouldn’t, I still know that I shouldn’t, yet for some reason, that doesn’t quite matter as much anymore. “You saved me over and over again and I need to find a way to repay you. I want to. Will you let me?”

I nod numbly, unable to find words because I don’t quite know what she’s saying at the moment. It feels like a lot, though. Her words are heavy and loaded, as is the twinkle in her eyes. I’m anxious to find out which way they are going to turn. Iknowthat I’m supposed to be making sure that we are smart, but how can I when I’m fucking putty in her hands?

“Good.” Within a heartbeat, she is on her knees in front of me, her eyes still fixed on mine as she expertly tugs on the zipper on my trousers. My clothing practically falls off my body as Cassie delicately wraps her sweet, soft hands around my raging rock-hard cock. The contrast is immense. I begin trembling with need instantly. “Oh, wow, you’re so big.” She giggles. “Massive.”

There’s no turning back now, no matter what the right thing to do is. I belong to Cassie. She has me. All of me.

Before I can respond, her plump pink lips part and she slides me into the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue wraps around me, surrounds me as her throat opens up to take every part of me in. I might be big, as she exclaimed, but she’s making it work.

“Fuck, Cassie,” I moan as my fingers tangle up in her hair. I don’t need to control the movements of her bobbing head, though. She’s fucking working me like she’s been sucking my cock for years. I want to feel it, though, to experience it all. “Cassie, oh!”

Her name falls out of my mouth over and over like a prayer as she sends me to oblivion. Fucking hell, she’s incredible. I’m about to erupt between her lips any second, and much as I want that, I need to be buried inside her as well. I want to feel her tight pussy pulsing, milking me as the pleasure claims her. Cassie seems like she’s lived an uptight existence, and now that we’ve overstepped this line, I want to corrupt her fully. I need to fuck her from every angle, to bury myself within her, to tasteevery fucking part of her body as well, but unfortunately, she has stripped the air from my lungs. I don’t have enough control over myself to demand what I want. She’s too sexy, too hot, too good at what she’s doing. How can I make her see that I want her to fuck me, though? How the hell can I make her understand? The only word I can get out is her name over and over…

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CASSIE

“Cassie, oh, my God, Cassie, that feels so good.” I sit bolt upright next to Benji, watching him moan out my name in sheer delight over and over again. Judging by the way his cock is standing to attention, a fact I wouldn’t be able to miss even if I wasn’t exactly looking, I can tell what he’s dreaming about, and my God, he’s affecting me. “Cassie, I want more, I want you…”

There’s a storm cloud brewing in the pit of my stomach, one with lightning bolts so fierce, I can’t ignore them. Benji is a sexy, muscular man who has created space dust within me from the very first moment I realized who he was. I might have tried to put it down to his being my hero and nothing more, but honestly, I know the truth. It’s an attraction so powerful I might explode.

He screams out sexuality as well. I just know he’ll be able to make me see fucking stars. He’s aman, and not just because he’s clearly a few years older than me but because I can tell he knows what to do with his body, with a woman’s body. I’ve only ever dated boys before, so I don’t even think I’ve had a real orgasm.Yet another regret to add to the list of ever growing things I almost missed out on when Alex was about to hand me over to a murderous gang. And this is one I can change if I want…

I lie back down beside Benji with my heart thumping so loudly I fear it might erupt from my chest, and I watch him some more. I want to see what’s going on inside his head, I want to know what we’re doing in his dreams. My hand slides slowly down my own body as the heat damn near overcomes me, and eventually I find my eager fingers resting on the outside of my panties. They itch to dive inside, to explore the wet heat within, but I’m trying my hardest to think straight. I don’t want this to get weird and complicated. If I accept this desire for what it is, will it add more onto what’s already a mess?

“Fuck it,” I whisper to myself confidently as I come to the conclusion that it’s time to stop doing what I think I should and time to start acting on impulse. I need to do what I want for a change, whatever that may be. “I’ve never nearly died before, have I?”

I tug the material to one side and plunge my fingers within me, struggling to keep the gasping screams inside. This isn’t a normal reaction to a near-death experience, I’m sure, but who the hell can tell me what is? No one anymore. I relish in the idea of completely doing the opposite to what’s expected of me and picturing Benji fucking me. It’s fun to exist in a wild fantasy for once. Especially since in his own little way, even if it is in his subconscious dreams, Benji is doing the same.

We’re connected in this strange way, but as my fingers circle my clit, as I drive myself ever closer to the edge while alternating between looking at his twisted up face, contorted in imagined pleasure, and his rock-hard cock which is screaming out for me, I notice that the fantasy isn’t going to be enough. This momentis me getting my life back, but claiming it in the way that I want to, and even if I shouldn’t, I want to connect with Benji in every single way. And he does too, I just know it.

I don’t stop to think, I don’t give myself a chance to rationalize because I just know that I’ll find a way to talk myself out of it which will leave me in a place of further regret. Instead, I push myself up and lean across Benji to kiss him. Waking a stranger up in this way is probably the craziest thing that I’ve ever done, and it sets me alight. Flames blaze all over me as I finally press my lips to his, something which I’ve wanted to do since we hid out for a while in the rocks.

Benji doesn’t open his eyes, but he definitely kisses me back. Softly at first, almost as if he can’t quite believe that this is actually happening, and then harder with much passion. He grips onto the back of my head as his tongue snakes between my lips, claiming me with his kiss. Yep, making this a reality was a good idea. It’s even better than the fantasy.

“Cassie?” Benji eventually pulls back, just enough to stop us kissing, but he rests his forehead against mine. There’s a question in his gaze, and I’m pretty sure I know what it is. He wants to be certain that this is what I want, but it definitely fucking is. This isn’t me being a vulnerable victim. Finally, I’m grabbing onto life with both hands, and I love it. “Oh, Cassie.”

Hearing him moan my name for me in reality is hot as hell. I sling one leg over him so I’m straddling him and press my lips to his once more. My hands travel of their own accord down his chest, feeling the rippling muscles that lay there until I get to the hemline of his T-shirt. This is it, the moment of decision. If I start stripping him, then this is going to happen for real… oh, fuck it. It’s a no-brainer. I woke him up because I want tofeel what it’s like to be fucked by a real man, and that’s what’s happening.

Benji sits up while I strip his top off, and he does the same to me. First, my top vanishes, then my bra pops away and flutters to the floor of the tent. I stretch my arms upward and push my chest outward, drawing Benji’s attention to my breasts. Within seconds, his mouth is wrapped around my nipple, and he’s tugging and teasing me wild. I fucking love it.

Right now, I don’t feel like myself. It’s as if an animalistic desire has a tight grip on me and is refusing to let me go. I adore it, though. I’m more than happy to swim in this brand new me, to devour every single second of this passion.

“I need you naked,” I growl out, almost sounding angry at the material in our way. “Fuck, Benji. Now.”

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