Page 54 of Faking It With The SEALs

“Fuck,” Calvin hisses through his teeth as he sits back, giving me better access. I kiss his lips and grin before bending down and running my tongue across the slit of his large cock. I hear him curse through his teeth again, which encourages me to do it again before taking him in my mouth.

Calvin sits back further as I tease him with my tongue and lick him from base to tip. Before I met my ex, I loved sucking cock, I could cum just from the salty taste of their release alone. I always preferred a man fucking my mouth over my pussy; there’s something so dominating and yet degrading in its own safe way. The second Calvin threads his fingers into my hair and tightens his grip, tugging it slightly, I moan around his cock.

“Fuck,” Calvin groans as he tugs again to coax another moan from me. He thrusts his hips up, causing his cock to hit the back of my throat. “Your mouth feels so good,” he groans as I look up through my lashes to find him with his head back against the sofa, his eyes closed tight. It’s a powerful feeling when you realise you can bring a grown man who has killed for his country to putty in my hands.

Calvin's hand tightens in my hair as he pulls it back, forcing me to release his cock from my mouth. He meets me in the middle so he can kiss me.

“If you carry on, I will not last long enough to fuck you like I’ve been dreaming of since that night in the hotel.” He kisses me again before sitting back, grinning. “Stand up, let me see my new favourite place.”

As soon as I’m on my feet in front of him, he unfastens my trousers and pushes them down with my thong. We moan simultaneously as his finger slides between my wet pussy lips.

“Always so wet and ready for me,” he grins before placing his hands on my hips and pulling me forward as he drops to his knees, making him the perfect height to lick me in the perfect way he did in the hotel.

As soon as his tongue finds my clit, I’m grateful that he thought to keep hold of my hips as my knees nearly buckle underneath me. Calvin chuckles, and I understand exactly how he felt when I moan with his cock in my mouth. The vibration from his mouth sends shockwaves through my body, and I swear I nearly cum from the feel of it alone. He continues to lick and suck on my clit as he slides one finger and then two inside me.

“That’s it darling, cum for me so I can feel how perfect your pussy will be when wrapped around my cock,” he growls, looking up at me as he fucks me with his fingers. I look down at him and, for a moment, get lost in his hazel eyes until he rubs that special spot inside me, and I cry out a little. He takes advantage of me being close and pushes me over the edge with his tongue and fingers working together in perfect harmony.

“Fuck,” I curse out loud as my legs finally go from underneath me, as I have the most amazing orgasm. Calvin laughs proudly as he only just catches me in time and sits on the sofa, pulling me onto his lap, instantly impaling me with his large cock, causing us both to curse as he fills me and stretches me.

“Fuck, Bambi was right. Your fucking perfect,” he growls through gritted teeth as I rock my hips needing him to give me more as I continue to feel the effects of the amazing orgasm. I want him to tell me what Drew said. I want to hear how much he enjoyed it.

“He thinks you would like it if we both gave you pleasure at the same time,” Calvin continues as he lifts his hand and places two fingers into my mouth. I suck on him as he thrusts up into me. “What do you think, darling? One of us in your mouth whilst one fucks you.” He removes his fingers from my mouth, and I instantly feel one against my back entrance. “Or one fucking your pussy as the other fucks your ass?” he slides one finger slowly into my ass, and I can’t believe how good it feels.

“That’s it, darling. Take what you need from my cock and finger because as soon as you cum again, this time around, my cock, I’m going to change positions and fuck you from behind.”

“Yes!” I call out, grabbing his shoulders for stability as I bounce on his lap, selfishly chasing my own release. I can hear Calvin telling me things Drew told him, which only adds to the pleasure coursing through me. Fuck. I never saw myself having group sex before these men, but I need to experience it at least once. The images that flood my mind send me crashing through another orgasm as I bury my face in Calvin's neck to muffle the moans that come from within me.

He removes his fingers and holds me tight as I come down from the most amazing high. Not giving me much time to recover he stands still holding on to me, placing me on the sofa, giving me the instructions to turn around. I quickly do as he asks, desperate for more. He doesn’t leave me wanting for long, because as soon as I have my back to him, he grips my hips and pulls me back towards him.

“Hold on to the back of the sofa, darling and don’t let go.” He gives me a second to do as he asks before sliding into me. Both of us cursing at the same time. It feels so good as he goes deeper than he did before. Calvin pounds into me over and over again, quickly chasing my orgasm with another. When he reaches around and plays with my sensitive clit, I lose it and have to bury my face into the back of the sofa knowing I am being so loud, I’m sure to wake Luna.

Calvin doesn’t let up, though, as he continues to fuck me hard and fast.

“Fuck, you are perfect,” he growls as his grip tightens, and he thrusts into me three times hard before finally filling me with all he has.

We fall onto the sofa, both gasping for breath and sweating from the intensity of the last half an hour.

“As much as I know I should let you sleep, I’m seriously not done with you yet,” Calvin whispers in my ear. I can feel he’s still hard inside me, and I moan when he pulls out of me. he rolls me onto my back as he positions himself on top of me between my legs, and his cock gently slides into my overstimulated pussy.

“This time I want to watch you as you come on my cock and my release fills you.”

28

Chelsea

I haven’t seen Layton in two days. He’s been working in the security hub at work or from his office. We have exchanged a few emails with information for tonight and the dinner I’m accompanying him to. Whenever I have had to speak to him on the phone for Mr Young, he has been short and to the point. Calvin has offered to speak to him if he is making me uncomfortable, but I told him not to. I don’t want to cause any issues between the friends and let’s face it, things are getting complicated enough with me having now slept with Calvin and Drew. Although I’m sure, the guys are conspiring for me to sleep with them at the same time, which I have no problem with at all.

A knock at the front door snaps me away from the delicious daydream I was about to have. I groan as I leave the kitchen and open the door to find Logan looking very dapper in his cream suit and white shirt. Hopefully, his mood will be as light as his attire.

“You ready?”

Or not. Typical Logan, short and to the point. Great.

I roll my eyes as I grab my coat that’s hanging up on the stand. I go to shrug it on, but Logan takes it from me and holds it up to help me.

“Thank you,” I say, turning around and fastening it. He looks at my outfit and nods once, whether in approval or recognition of my thanks I don’t know.

“Where’s Luna tonight?” he asks as I lock the front door.

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