Saved by the SEALs: A Military Reverse Harem Romance Read online

  “Yes ma’am,” Hunter said eagerly, stripping his jeans and pulling his shirt over his head. He was as chiseled with muscle from head to toe as I was, a Navy SEAL whose entire job—and life—depended on his strength.

  “Touch yourself,” she gasped while I fucked her deeply. Hunter needed no other encouragement, and began stroking himself to the sight of us.

  It still wasn’t weird. It was just the two of us worshiping this incredible woman in our apartment, this goddess of flesh moaning underneath my grasp. For it to be Hunter, one of the guys I trusted with my life, was easy.

  “Don’t come yet,” she said, eyes closed and head back against the wall. “I need more.”

  “I’ll give you whatever you need,” I promised. I meant it. I was a slave for her, obeying without thought.

  She moaned louder and louder, then put a hand on my chest. Pushing me back. I lessened my grip on her thighs and lowered her to the ground, my cock sliding out of her. The sudden normalcy made me feel less real, like the world had changed from color to black and white. The urge to take her again, to not go another second without being inside of her, almost drove me mad with lust.

  I cupped her chin and said, “What do you want? I’ll give you anything.”

  “Anything?” she asked.

  “Name it.”

  She kissed me, tongue flicking against my own. The taste reminded me of the cheap Spanish beer we bought at the commissary on base.

  Karen’s eyes flashed open. “I want both of you,” she said. Her hand shot out and cradled Hunter’s jaw. “I want both of you… inside me at the same time.”

  4

  Karen

  Based on the looks on their faces, it was a wonder they didn’t blow their loads right then and there.

  Deep down, I was a dirty girl. I hid it underneath my glasses and my microbiology degree, but I was as filthy as they came. When I was alone in my bedroom watching porn while rubbing myself raw, eventually a finger ended up in my ass. It was just how it was—that’s what got me off more than anything else. Porn where one girl rode a guy cowgirl style, and another guy crouched above her and shoved his fat dick inside her ass, double-teaming her like a pincushion. I don’t know why, but that was hotter than anything else in the world to me.

  I’d only done it once before, junior year at UNCW with two good friends. Two very good friends. I hadn’t had the opportunity since. I’d brought it up to some of my casual boyfriends before, but none had any male friends they wanted to invite. Guys were rarely comfortable seeing each other naked, much less being inside the same girl at the same time. What if their balls touched? The horror!

  But Cairo and Hunter were comfortable with everything so far. And I was feeling the right kind of tingle in my backside to give it a try.

  “Oh yeah?” Hunter said as he stroked himself, still hesitant. “Where do you want us to stick it?”

  He wanted me to say it out loud. To make sure it was okay, that it was really what I wanted before he took the plunge. But where was the fun in that? I wanted them to take what they wanted. Tonight I was theirs to do with as they saw fit.

  And I was certain it would fit.

  I approached Hunter and let my fingers drag along the underside of his cock. He shivered. I leaned in close for a kiss and whispered, “You can stick it wherever you want.”

  He grinned that boy next door grin.

  Taking hold of me by the arms, he whirled me around and pushed me down on the couch. I spread my legs for him, and Hunter’s fingers pushed inside my wet pussy, making me moan and tremble. His fingers curled up in a come hither motion, rubbing against my forward wall. I took hold of his cock, stroking it because I needed to touch him, to make him feel as good as I did.

  Then Hunter’s fingers left my sex and slid lower, down to my puckered little rosebud. My lips parted in a sigh as he rubbed my juices around my backdoor, lubricating me in preparation for what would come next.

  “I know what you want,” he said.

  “Mmm, do you?”

  “Fuck yeah I do.”

  He grabbed hold of my legs and tilted me back, lifting my butt off the edge of the couch and into the air. My asshole was vulnerable and ready. Hunter devoured the sight of me, and I took a moment to do the same with him. Tattoos covered his arms, which flexed and bulged as he held my legs up. The vein in his neck pulsed as he prepared to take me.

  “Give it to her,” Cairo urged, stroking himself gently to the side. “Fuck her.”

  “Fuck me,” I asked in a nervous voice.

  He let go of one of my legs and took hold of his beautiful cock. The tip pressed against my tight entrance, and as I relaxed it slid right inside. I moaned with intense pleasure, which urged Hunter to push more of his cock inside me, which made me moan louder, in a feedback loop that resulted in him plunging almost all of his cock deep into my ass.

  “God damn,” he said, sweat beading at his temple. “That’s a tight little ass.”

  His cock filled me totally, a sensation that made me feel complete. I let my fingers drift down to my clit and rubbed myself as the pleasure spread throughout my body, like a warm blanket covering me from head to toe.

  Hunter gripped my legs harder and began moving, a few inches in and out of my ass. Each stroke was deeper than before. He was coming unraveled, losing the willpower to go slowly.

  Which was good, because I didn’t want him to go slowly. I moaned louder and raked my fingers over the muscles that could have been sculpted by a master, and my moans urged him on, fucking me deeper and deeper into my forbidden hole.

  “I love the way your ass grips my cock,” Hunter said with a lusty grin. “Like a firm fucking handshake.”

  “My ass was made for your cock,” I purred. “It’s yours.”

  “Goddamn right it is.”

  I knew I was never going to see either of them again. That made everything hotter, and increased the need to get what I really wanted. Rarely did I get to be so free.

  I rubbed myself faster. The indirect stimulation of his prick inside my behind brought me to a quick, but intense, climax. I shuddered on the couch and closed my eyes and curled my toes so hard they almost cramped.

  “You,” I breathed, reaching a hand out in Cairo’s direction. “I need you inside of me too.”

  Cairo moved toward me like a runway model, amber eyes glistening. He pushed Hunter away, and I sighed as his manhood left me feeling empty and incomplete. Cairo sat on the edge of the couch and pulled me on top of him until I was straddling his crotch, cowgirl style.

  His cock was only semi-hard as it slid back into my pussy, but within seconds it was rock-hard again as I ground my hips into him, gyrating like a stripper. He reached a hand around and smacked my ass so hard it stung, sending a jolt of excitement up my spine.

  “Think you can handle both of us?” Cairo looked up at me and asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said truthfully. “But I want to try. I need both of you.”

  Cairo grabbed both of my ass cheeks and spread them wide for his friend. Before I could take a breath, Hunter plunged his cock inside. Cairo’s eyes widened as we both felt the second dick enter me, filling me to the brim.

  “Oh God,” I moaned.

  “Holy fuck,” Cairo agreed, eyes glistening.

  Hunter grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back, arching my back on their twin cocks until I was twisted, facing him. He kissed me hard, sucking on my tongue and pulling it into his mouth as he began to fuck me.

  “I didn’t think that ass could get any tighter,” he growled. He planted his palm between my shoulder blades and pushed me back down on Cairo, then began fucking me like he really meant it.

  Somehow, Cairo’s cock became even stiffer inside of me. Like he was propelled into a more intense arousal that challenged everything he knew. The look he gave me told me he wanted all of me, every way he could, as much as he could get.

  As he began to drive his hips up into me, my pleasure ramped up another degree.
Feeling the two cocks pumping inside different holes flipped every erogenous switch in my body. Nerve endings I didn’t realize I had fired with ecstasy, intense and extraordinary. I craned my head and cried out with a pleasure I’d never known.

  Hunter’s strokes were long and powerful as they crashed into my back door again and again. The two men, soldiers or SEALs or whatever they might be, fucked me like I was their mission, and the only objective was to bring me to an orgasm that shook my body and made me wonder if I had died and gone to heaven. Sexy, sinful heaven.

  “I want to fill that ass with my come,” Hunter growled. A declaration and a question all at once.

  “Fill it,” I begged as my climax raged on, and on, and on. “Fill my ass.”

  Cairo grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a hungry kiss as Hunter moaned louder behind me. Cairo’s chest heaved with frantic breaths as he neared his own shuddering finish, thrusting up into me with equal fervor.

  Their simultaneous roars of pleasure were pure, extracted bliss. A duet of lust and love as they double-penetrated me, filling my separate holes with their milky seed until they were completely drained and deflated.

  Hunter hunched over and kissed the back of my neck. A trickle of his sweat landed between my shoulders and rolled down my back. “That was fucking amazing.”

  “Mmm hmm,” I managed to say.

  He pulled out and went to the bathroom first, which was fine because I didn’t want to leave Cairo. With him still inside of me, I rested on his chest as if he were a big, muscular pillow. He stroked my hair and planted soft kisses on my head.

  “I didn’t expect that when I punched that asshole at the club.”

  “Sure you didn’t,” I whispered.

  “Honest.” He chuckled, which made both of us vibrate. “I need to pick fights in clubs more often.”

  “I’ll admit it: your chivalry was kind of hot in retrospect. Even if I could take care of myself.”

  “What about you?” he asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Is this what you expected when you went out tonight?”

  I smiled. “Not quite.”

  “You were hoping to hook up with an exotic Spanish guy, weren’t you?”

  “Mmm, maybe,” I purred. “I’m glad I did this instead.”

  He kissed me on the lips, soft and sensual. “I’m glad you did too.”

  I used the bathroom next, then Cairo. Hunter had a huge grin on his face as he poured a glass of water. “Got a big bed in the bedroom. Bet we could all fit. With you as a buffer between us.”

  “What,” I teased, “you two afraid of sharing a bed after sharing me?”

  His boyish grin widened. “Sex is one thing, dude. I know what’s going on. But in bed, while I’m asleep? I don’t want to roll over and start spooning Cairo by accident.”

  Cairo came out of the bathroom and said, “You wish.”

  I pulled on my clothes, took the glass of water from Hunter, and downed it in four long gulps. “I’m going outside for a smoke.”

  “You should quit,” Hunter said. “Best decision I ever made.”

  “I only smoke after sex,” I lied. I gave him a kiss on the lips, then did the same to Cairo. “Back in a few.”

  I took my purse and went outside into the hall, then downstairs and out the front of the apartment building. The cool night air felt wonderful on my skin. A stark contrast to the steamy apartment, wedged between two hot men.

  I reached into my purse. Not to grab cigarettes—because I didn’t smoke—but to look up the map on my phone. I was only 20 minutes from my apartment if I walked. It was a nice night, and this part of Barcelona was safe.

  It was tempting to stay. To cuddle in bed with the two delicious hunks, to share some dreams with them, and maybe even have some sleepy morning sex. Maybe one of them would make me breakfast. Maybe we’d be too comfortable to leave the bed.

  “Thanks for the good time, boys,” I said to myself. I gave the building one last look and began walking home.

  I knew, from experience, that it was best to leave on a high note. While things were still perfect in my head. It made me a little sad, but it had to be this way.

  I’m never going to see Cairo or Hunter again, I thought as I walked along the narrow Spanish street.

  If only I had known how wrong I was.

  5

  Karen

  I woke in my apartment to the smell of coffee. I twisted out of bed and felt the familiar soreness between my legs that accompanied a really good night. I hadn’t felt that in a while.

  I unplugged my phone from the night stand and frowned. It hadn’t charged overnight, and I was down to 43%. The plug must have come loose. Still, that wasn’t enough to wipe the smile off my face as I went out into the kitchen.

  “There’s the dirty girl,” my roommate, Linda, said as a greeting. She tried to look beyond me into the bedroom. “Well? Let me get a look at the Spanish hunk you brought home!”

  I accepted a cup of coffee. “I didn’t bring anyone home.”

  “Aww.”

  “I went back to their place instead.”

  “Ooh!” she squealed with excitement. “Wait. Their place? Plural?”

  By the time my first cup of coffee was empty I’d given her all of the exciting details, starting with the drama at the club and ending with me sneaking out of their apartment.

  “You little slut!” Linda said with a huge smile on her face. “But I have to say I’m a little disappointed. You could have slept with two Americans back home, whereas there are so many delicious Spaniard’s here…”

  “You should have seen these two,” I said. “I’m pretty sure they work off the carrier docked at Barcelona Naval Command. They were the kind of guys you see in recruitment posters.”

  Linda stared off, imagining it and giggling. I topped off my coffee.

  “Now that the fun is out of the way,” Linda said, “when are you gonna finish packing?”

  I sighed and slumped down in my chair. “I’m working on it.”

  “We’ve only got two more days until Mallorca and you haven’t even started…”

  Although most of our stuff was being shipped home, Linda and I were spending the weekend in Mallorca to celebrate the end of our semester in Spain. A long weekend on the warm Mediterranean island. Then back to Madrid for San Ferdinand’s Feast Day before hopping on a plane back home.

  “I know, I know. I’ll get to it. But first this cup of coffee.” I paused. “Then breakfast. I’m starving. Café Trópico?”

  Linda rolled her eyes. “I’m eating breakfast here because I have more packing to do. And you haven’t even made a dent in your room!”

  “It’s not fair,” I teased. “You got to present your thesis a day before me. So you have a head-start on the packing.”

  “My point exactly! You need to get started.”

  “I will,” I promised. “After a proper breakfast.”

  I took a long, hot shower, then changed into jeans and a shirt before going back outside. The sun was up and it was a gorgeous May day, with the salty Mediterranean breeze just cool enough to take the edge off the warmth. I walked two blocks and passed the towering La Sagrada Familia cathedral, an extravagant church with gorgeous columns and towers in the post-modern style, even though it was barely a century old. Then I passed through a local park with a lake in the middle, where people lounged in the early morning sun reading books or napping.

  Barcelona was a breathtakingly beautiful city nestled on the sea. And unlike most European cities which were a hodgepodge of confusing streets, Barcelona was designed on a grid system, which made it easy for an American studying abroad to find her way around.

  I inhaled the fresh sea air and sighed. Going back to Wilmington was going to be tough after living here for a semester. This already felt like home.

  Café Trópico was a small cafe wedged along a pedestrian road filled with benches and trees. I greeted the owner—a wrinkled little doll of a woman
who had taken me under her wing—and took a table by the window so I could watch pedestrians walking by. I wanted to absorb as much of the city as I could before I left.

  I ordered my usual—juevos rotos. Fried eggs on a bed of fried potatoes with little slivers of Ibérico ham. Lots of places used French fries, but I loved Café Trópico because they fried little egg-shaped potatoes instead, which smushed down into a mash with your fork. It was to die for.

  I sipped my coffee, watched the pedestrians walking along outside, and thought about last night.

  I’d had threesomes before. They were always underwhelming. Two guys were usually uncomfortable around each other, even if they were friends. Especially if they were friends. And they were always awkward, like they didn’t know what they wanted. Almost apologetic to the girl.

  Cairo and Hunter were different. They’d been assertive, knowing exactly what they wanted and taking it. Strong, with the right amount of force. That was way more fun than a sexual encounter with any genuine Spanish guy.

  Granted, I still had tonight and the next night to try to have some Spanish fun. But right now, sitting in the cafe with my lady-parts feeling that wonderful ache, I was too satisfied to want to try. Nothing could top last night.

  Besides, I did have a crap-ton of packing to do. It would take hours to box my entire life and ship it back to North Carolina. Linda was right, even if I didn’t want to admit it.

  My food arrived, and my mouth literally watered from the smell. I mashed my fork down over the fried eggs, allowing the yolk to run out into the potatoes. After all the dancing and post-dancing exercise, I’d earned this meal.

  Before I could take my first bite, I noticed that there was some sort of excitement happening outside. People stopping along the pedestrian boulevard and looking at something I couldn’t see. The sound of police sirens reached me a moment later, and then a squat blue police car drove into view with its lights flashing. The Spanish flag was striped across the car, with the words: POLICIA NACIONAL.

  I watched with excitement as two police officers jumped out of the car and jogged up the street. Was there a burglary, or something more exciting?