Owned by the Navy Seal Page 2

  Cupping her breasts, he began to knead them, slowly increasing the pressure. Rita moaned as her head dropped against him. “Hands.” Sliding her hands back up the mirror, Rita could no longer keep silent.

  “More,” she moaned.

  “More, what?” he asked.

  “Oh fuck, more hands.”

  “Where?”

  Moaning, “my breasts.” Jared’s hands continued to knead her breasts, but he lightened up his touch. Grumbling in frustration, Rita arched into his hands straining to get him to understand without having to say it.

  “How?” he rumbled.

  Tossing her head against his shoulder, Rita whispered, “Hard.”

  “What did you say? I didn’t hear you.”

  “Fuck!” Rita ground out. “I want it hard. Make it hurt. Please.”

  Nuzzling her neck, “Good girl.” His hands slid down to her rib cage and slowly moved back up. Cupping her breasts, he began to twist and massage her breasts, increasing the pressure each time. Each squeeze sent sparks to her pussy as fireworks began shooting through her body. As his fingers found her nipples, he began pulling and pinching them. Rita could feel her orgasm building and was sure she would cum at any moment. As her legs began to shake, Jared pinched both of her breasts as he mashed them together. Biting down on her neck, he growled, “Do NOT even think of cumming yet.”

  As Rita jumped in surprise, she arched into his hands further, moaning as the pressure increased. “Please,” Rita moaned.

  “Please, what,” he ground out never stopping the assault on her breasts.

  “I want to cum. Please.”

  “Not. Yet.” He ground out again as he eased his assault. Sliding one hand down, he easily slid two fingers in Rita’s pussy as she moaned and attempted to grind down on them. Laughing, he easily lifted her back up and continued his new attack. His fingers sloshed around as he traced along her inner wall causing her to writhe against him. When he touched her g-spot, she jumped, moaning. Using two fingers, Jared began rubbing circles around her g-spot, which rapidly sent Rita spiraling up. Mewling, she tried to push against his fingers, but he held her up. As his fingers moved faster, Rita’s breathing quickened. Bathed in sweat, her whole body trembled.

  “Open your eyes.”

  As Rita opened her eyes, dazed and unfocused, she caught herself in the mirror. Flush with passion, she saw someone she had never seen before. The wanton lust and need were both evident in her eyes as she tried desperately to increase the friction. He licked the sweat from her neck as he stared at her in the mirror. Willing her not to look away. As his fingers continued to massage her g-spot, he ground against her ass.

  “Cum, now!” He ordered, as he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, Rita cried out and thrashed against him as wave after wave flowed through her. Not slowing down, Jared began to pump his fingers deep inside as another orgasm flowed through her. As Rita continued to shake, Jared twisted his fingers causing Rita to cry out as the sensations exploded around her.

  Moaning, Rita ground against his fingers as he dragged another orgasm from her shuddering body. He held on to her as he slowly pulled his fingers out. Rita whimpered at the sudden empty feeling, but he held her tight against him until she came back down. Leaning around, he kissed her deeply before he stepped back. Reaching for her panties that he’d tossed to the floor, he wiped his fingers before gently cleaning the cum from her legs and pussy. 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 pub,” he drawled. “Get yourself together. Take your time. I’ll let the salesman know you’ll be out soon.” And then, he was gone.

  Sinking to the bench, Rita took several long breaths. Well, shit, she thought. Never done THAT before. Just, just, WOW. Laughing, she stood up and checked her purse for anything to help put herself back together. Wiping her face and brushing out her hair, Rita started to clip her hair back when she saw two hickeys along her neckline. Well, damn, thought I was too old for that, she thought. Shaking her head, she brushed her hair down and straightened her clothes. Squaring her shoulders, Rita left the dressing room and looked around the men’s area for him, but he was nowhere to be found. “Shit. Did he say his name? Crap, did I give mine?” she wondered aloud.

  “Rita!” Turning, Rita saw Keanie rushing toward her. “I’m so sorry I’m late. The traffic was horrible.” Hugging her friend, Keanie stepped back. “Wow, sweaty. What have YOU been up to?”

  Chuckling, Rita squeezed her friend’s hand. “Long story. Come on, let’s go get a drink.”

  “Excuse me, Ma’am?” Turning, Rita saw the young salesman walk toward her. “You forgot your package.”

  “But I didn’t buy anything,” Rita’s voice trailed off as she looked at the contents. It was a 4.2-ounce bottle of Pour Homme. Smiling, she nodded to the salesman, “Thank you.” Spying a receipt, she pulled it out, hoping for a name on a credit card slip, but no such luck. Cash purchase. Grabbing her friend, they headed for the door.

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  It had been two months since Rita met The Voice, and she couldn’t get him out of her head. He had become the mainstay in her Skank Bank as Keanie called it, as she burned through batteries on a nightly basis. But today was another day and she had work to do. Strapping on her pink tool belt, one of the only gifts from her ex that she kept, she grabbed her hard hat and walked out on the job site. She had a bunch of new volunteers, and they would be working to rehab two homes on the same lot. The homes belonged to a multi-generational family who had been victimized by multiple acts of violence. They had lost their oldest son in a shooting and the youngest was now paralyzed and in a wheelchair. The emotional aftermath had triggered a stroke, and the father could no longer work. They had applied to the nonprofit for assistance, and they would be spending the week making the homes safe and accessible. Brian, a volunteer coordinator from her church, waved to her. Nodding her head, she turned to answer a question before Brian walked over to her.

  “Rita,” called Brian, as he walked toward her smiling. Brian was one of the kindest men Rita had ever met. She could never figure out where he found some of the volunteers, but she was always pleased with the results of their hard work. Finding qualified contractors who arrived on time and not hung-over was a rarity. Finding ones willing to volunteer their time, near impossible, but here he was with another half-dozen workers and a licensed general contractor.

  “I want to introduce you to Jared Michaels, he’s the new general and I think you will be pleased as he has considerable experience working on rehabs and green construction. I think he’s just what we needed.” As Rita turned, her mouth went dry. There he was. Literally, the man of her fantasies. And she would be his boss. Or at least they would be working together. Technically, he was in charge, at least of the construction aspect. She signed the checks and approved the supply orders. Stop rambling, Rita said to herself. Your face will look idiotic.

  Jared leisurely looked Rita up and down as a slow smile swept up his face. Sticking out his hand, he waited patiently.

  “Nice to meet you, Rita…”

  “Tucker,” said Brian helpfully. “Rita Tucker runs the nonprofit and she happens to be great on the job site too,” said Brian, beaming. “Anything you need, ask her and she’ll get it for you.”

  “You don’t say,” drawled Jared. Still holding his hand out, “Nice to meet you, Ms. Tucker.” Swallowing, Rita slowly extended her hand into his warm embrace. Using both hands, he squeezed her hand.

  Don’t faint! Rita warned herself as the warmth of his handshake filled her to her core.

  “Nice to meet you, Mr. Michaels,” stuttered Rita, too dumbfounded to speak. She couldn’t stop staring at him. Was this for real?

  Coughing, Brian gave her an odd look. She never had difficulty with any of the other workers before. Speaking slowly, “Well, how about I give him a tour of the
site and introduce him to the others,” began Brian, “and we’ll let you get back to work.”

  “Sounds like a good idea,” chimed in Jared.

  Completely dismissing her, Rita stared at their backsides as they walked away. Blowing out a breath, she turned and stomped back to the trailer that served as their mobile office. Of all the…I can’t believe he SIMPLY dismissed me! What the hell? “Well, FUCK!” she grumbled as she pulled open the door, slamming it behind her.

  She managed to make it through the rest of the day avoiding Mister Jared Michaels, but she was completely unproductive as she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Sighing, she called it quits for herself and grabbed her things to go home. As she got to her car, she saw a note on her windshield.

  7:00 PM 867 Vista Bella

  Wear the heels and bring that pink tool belt.

  It wasn’t signed, but it could only be one person. Turning, Rita headed back to the office. She needed her tool belt.