Page 3 of Submitting to the SEAL's Protection

It was the Voice. Right against her ear. Rita shivered and knocked over two bottles of perfume. “Fuck,” she breathed out and tried to turn, but his chest was suddenly pressed flush against his back. His hands came to a rest on her hips, and while they might have looked to a casual passerby like any other couple innocently looking at the display case of colognes, Rita couldn’t move. Her heart thumped in her ears, but she couldn’t decide whether it was from fear or excitement. “Why should I care what cologne you like?” she asked, proud that her voice came out steady.

The Voice chuckled, and he brought a hand up to play with one of her curls. He wrapped it around his finger and tugged gently. “Tell me honestly,” he rumbled. Rita bit the inside of her cheek. She didn’t want to admit that she was looking to duplicate his scent. It was too pathetic. She shook her head, and the Voice laughed at her. “Come with me,” he murmured.

“What—?” His warmth disappeared from her back, but he took her hand and tugged her toward the men’s dressing rooms. Rita looked around wildly, but no one was around to witness them strolling into the changing area. He tugged Rita into one of the stalls, shutting and locking the door behind them.

He leveled her with a single look. “Do you want to stay?” he asked.

Rita knew what she should do: she should leave. The self-preservation part of her brain was screaming it at her, but in spite of herself, she nodded, unable to actually say the word. The Voice didn’t second guess her consent and walked her back into the far wall. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her arms tight over her head. He leaned in and kissed her, lightly, teasingly. Then the tip of his tongue flicked out, tracing the fullness of her bottom lip. Tingles shot through her, and she sighed. He took advantage of her parted lips and pressed against her, plundering her mouth.

He set his teeth into her lip, and the jolt of mingled pleasure and pain made her moan. Rita was grateful that he was holding her up. Otherwise, she was sure that her legs would have collapsed by now. He stepped closer, wedging his knee between her legs and deftly lifting her onto his thigh. Gasping against his mouth, Rita ground herself against him. Little zips of pleasure flashed through her, like a tease of what was to come.God willing, she thought.

“Needy,” he mock-scolded with a chuckle. His voice rumbled in his chest where it was pressed against hers, and it seemed to vibrate through her body, curling her toes. Abruptly, he turned her to face the wall, still holding her wrists prisoner over her head. He leaned in and dipped his nose behind her ear, breathing her in. His lips played down her neck, gently at first, but then he bit down firmly where her neck met her shoulder. Rita moaned pitifully and arched against him, pressing her ass against his very obvious erection.

He dropped one hand to her waist, and it crept around to the front. His palm pressed firmly against her lower abdomen, holding her more firmly against him.Holy shit. She felt like she was on fire. She was so turned on; she would let him do anything he wanted. He was exactly what she needed right now. Rita had a flash of guilt over the idea that she was grateful that Keanie was trapped in a traffic jam. It wasn’t that she wanted her friend to be stuck, exactly, but the timing was just so perfect.

He released her wrists so that her palms, flat on the wall, were all that kept her from faceplanting. “Be a good girl,” he rumbled in her ear. “Keep those hands up. And don’t move.” Feeling impatient, Rita pushed her hands to the wall and arched her back, rubbing her butt against his erection again. She mewled in frustration when he stilled her with his big hands on her hips. “Be still,” he admonished.

Sliding his hands up her body, he cupped her breasts and quickly found her nipples through the thin material of her top and bra. He plucked at them, drawing them into stiff, aching peaks before moving on to touch other parts of her. Rita moaned; her pussy clenched. She was drenched.I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on, she thought.If ever. She rested her forehead against the wall, startling when she touched cool glass. With her eyes closed, she’d forgotten that he had her against the mirror. Opening her eyes and looking at herself, she was surprised to see the wanton lust on her face. Her chest was flushed with desire.

Rita watched his hands, mesmerized by the way he explored her body. She could go mad with the slow, torturous movement, but then he reached down between her thighs. She thought she could come from his thumbs making lazy circles up the inside of her thighs. His pinkie fingers traced around the leg bands on her panties as his thumbs rubbed at her fabric-covered slit. He chuckled when he discovered how wet she was.

“At least I don’t have to ask if you’re enjoying yourself,” he said and kissed the back of her neck with feather-light touches. She groaned and pushed harder against the mirror, spreading her legs wider. That earned her a swat on the ass as he pushed her skirt up to her waist. Grabbing the waistband of her panties, he drew them slowly down, pushing her legs back together to get the scrap of fabric down to her knees, then her ankles. He tapped each of her feet, and she submissively raised each one so that he could remove her panties.

He stood and plastered himself against her back once more, reaching between her legs again. He let out a satisfied sound when his hand met bare, smooth skin. “I like a woman who’s clean-shaven.” Rita trembled; she almost dropped her hands as he cupped her, dipping one finger deep inside. Slowly drawing it out, he brought it to her lips. It glistened with her arousal. After he’d traced his finger around her lips, she parted them, drawing him in. “Good girl,” he praised. “Clean it for me.”

Rita sucked and swirled her tongue around his finger. She sighed, incredibly satisfied, when she heard his sharp intake of breath and felt him grind against her slightly.Fuck, he’s big, she thought deliriously. He withdrew his finger and stepped back. Planting his palm against her back, he forced her upper body forward and her ass back. Before Rita knew what was happening, he delivered two quick swats to her ass before pulling her back against him. “That’s for being smug,” he muttered. Those hands came up to cup her breasts again, this time reaching down the front of her top, under the cups of her bra, to knead them, skin on skin. Rita moaned as her head dropped against him. “Hands,” he reminded, and Rita opened her eyes.When did I drop them?Shaking, she put her hands back on the mirror. Suddenly, she couldn’t be silent anymore.

“More,” she moaned.

She saw the image of him over her shoulder in the mirror. He raised an eyebrow. “More, what?” he taunted as he pulled at one of her nipples.

Rita swore. “Oh, fuck, more hands.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere. Please.” His hands continued to knead her breasts, pinching at her nipples nonstop now. Rita nearly squeezed her legs together—she ached between her thighs—but she hadn’t been given permission to move, and she didn’t want him to stop. “Please,” Rita panted again.

“Please, what?” he asked, never stopping the assault on her breasts.

“I want to come. Please.”

“Greedy,” he growled, but she almost cried in relief when his hands slid down her body once more. He easily pushed two fingers into Rita’s pussy, and she cried out, hips flexing in an attempt to ride them. He chuckled in her ear, pumping his fingers into her slowly but steadily, making her writhe. He crooked his fingers, and she cried out loud when he hit her G-spot. “That the place?” he asked, and she nodded, beseeching. He pressed into that spot, sending her spiraling. Feebly, she tried to push against his fingers, but the way he held onto her kept her from moving much. She just had to take his assault on her senses as her body wound tighter and tighter. As his fingers moved faster, Rita’s breathing quickened. Bathed in sweat, her whole body trembled.

“Open your eyes.”

Rita opened her eyes. Though they were dazed and unfocused, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She saw someone who she had never seen before, someone overcome with passion and need. He licked the sweat from her neck as he stared at her reflection. Willing her not to look away. As his fingers continued to massage her G-spot, he ground against her ass. “Come,” be barked and pinched her clit.

Almost miraculously, Rita’s body obeyed. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as pleasure wracked through her. Not slowing down for a moment, he pumped his fingers deep inside, and a second orgasm caught her by surprise. He twisted his fingers, causing Rita to cry out as the sensations exploded through her. He kept playing with her until he wrenched a third orgasm from her shuddering body, something that was unheard of for Rita.A stranger just made me orgasm more times in a row than anyone I’ve ever slept with, she thought dazedly.

His fingers slipped out of her, and Rita whimpered at the sudden empty feeling. Turning her around, he kissed her deeply before he stepped back and gave her some space. He reached down for the panties that he’d tossed aside and wiped his fingers before gently cleaning the wetness from between her thighs. Folding her panties, he brought them to his nose and sniffed in appreciation. Giving her a wicked grin, he pocketed her panties before giving her a quick kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you in the bar,” he said, and then, with a wink, he was gone.

Sinking to the bench, Rita took several long breaths.Well, shit,she thought.Never done that before.She laughed and pushed herself to her feet. Glancing in the mirror, she let out another laugh. She was an absolute mess. She combed her hair as best she could with her fingers, but when she started to pull it back—always keep a handy hair tie on your wrist—she saw two hickeys, one on each side of her neck.Thought I was too old for that. Shaking her head, she brushed her hair down and straightened her clothes. Rita squared her shoulders and left the dressing room. She looked for him in the men’s section, but he was nowhere to be found. “I didn’t get his name,” she murmured to herself. Her stomach quivered uncomfortably. “Did I even give him mine?”

“Rita!” She turned and saw Keanie rushing toward her. Her friend looked flustered. “I’m so sorry I’m late. The traffic was horrible.” Keanie pulled her into a hug and let go a moment later. “Wow, you are sweaty. What haveyoubeen up to?”

Chuckling, Rita squeezed her friend’s hand. “Long story. Come on, let’s go get a drink, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Keanie nodded, openly surprised that Rita was offering to get drinks. They started towards the exit. “Excuse me, ma’am?” Rita turned back to see a young salesman walking toward her. “You forgot your package.”

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