Hitting Xtremes (Xtreme Ops Book 1)

by Em Petrova

  The new sensations battled with the aftershocks of her release, and she collapsed against Penn. He rumbled in appreciation and gathered her near. Next thing she knew, his hot lips worked over her ear to her throat. He stroked his thumb tenderly across her clit, the barest touch, and her pussy clenched.

  “Fuck, you get so tight when you’re about to come. Can you come for me like this? With my cock still in you?”

  She focused inward on her body’s heightened response to him. Everything about the man jacked up her need so high she was left teetering on a ledge.

  “Penn,” she gasped. “Yes!”

  He slid his thumb over her clit again. And again. Every stroke a shiny bright new star popping out in the landscape of her mind. Within seconds he had her writhing, seeking more, begging.

  When she came, he held her stare and refused to let go. She tumbled into the warm waters of yet another release, her pussy flooding his still-hard cock. Penn cupped her face and drew her into a long kiss that softened the fact that he withdrew from her.

  She lay there twitching, her body humming from so much so fast, and she didn’t only mean the physical stuff. She followed Penn’s carved ass as he walked to the bathroom. Now that sight would be emblazoned on her brain on the lonely nights in her future.

  She twisted onto her side to watch him on the return. She wasn’t about to miss a single second of his strong muscles tensing and releasing as he walked across the hotel room to the bed they shared.

  He opened the bathroom door and shut off the light, but not before the warm glow bathed over his naked body. He stopped as he caught her staring at him.

  “Everything okay?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Just admiring the view.”

  She was rewarded with not only the cock of his brow but the upward twitch of his lips. She crooked her finger at him, and he didn’t hesitate to cross the room to her and slip into bed.

  As soon as he enfolded her in his arms, he tugged the covers over them. “Your skin is cold,” he said softly against her throat.

  “I hardly noticed after spending days outside.”

  “I know what you mean.”

  She wiggled until she rested her head on his chest. Long minutes passed with her listening to him breathe and the steady thump of his heart.

  “Do you think you’ll get him?” she asked.

  His fingers on her waist flexed as if in surprise. Maybe his thoughts weren’t on the mission. “I know it.”

  “You believe Yahontov will make his way to the ship?”

  “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s not already in the village.”

  Her heart flipped over, and she half sat up. “Why aren’t you searching for him now? Why are you waiting? What if the ship comes in while we’re here and—”

  He ran a calming hand down her side. “OFFAT has eyes on the harbor. Nobody’s getting in or out without us knowing and putting a stop to it.”

  “But…”

  He searched her eyes. “Do you think I’d just let the man sail away?”

  She swallowed. It seemed silly now to suggest such a thing, after the lengths the Xtreme Ops team had gone to in order to track him down, as well as the others on that ridge.

  “I have to see this through, for my dad,” she whispered.

  Penn threaded his fingers into her hair. “I know you’ve lived through so many bad things recently, many of them due to the fact that I treated you like one of my men.”

  She blinked at him. “What?”

  “Bringing you along as guide made me—the others too—think of you as being trained in the same manner we were, and I was wrong to allow that to happen. If I had to do it again, I would have sent you back with your father.”

  Tears burned at the rims of her eyes. Did none of their time together mean anything? Perhaps her brain was too addled by shock and grief to think clear.

  How to even respond to his words?

  She had no answers, and her brain felt more fogged than ever. She rested her head on his chest again but after she heard his deep, even breathing of sleep, she slid out of bed and went to the shower.

  Everything crashed down on her at once. She refused to shed so much as a drop of a tear though. She was Eagle’s daughter. Her daddy lived out his days in the freedom of Alaska, answering to no one but himself. He taught her to stand strong, on her own two feet, and never give up.

  If she returned home and took up in her father’s stead, she would live a life she could be proud of.

  She turned toward the door, seeing Penn in her mind’s eye. Whether he knew it or not, he changed everything for her…made her want more from life, to make a difference, and that didn’t involve transporting hunters and visitors in the Alaskan wilderness.

  As she switched on the faucet and waited for the pipes to shoot out the hottest water she could get, she thought about what Penn said. He suggested she handled herself in a way that made them all forget she was untrained. Several of the men called her an asset.

  Maybe the next chapter of her life should involve law enforcement. She could become a trooper and uphold the law. Even a small village like this required law enforcement.

  Her train of thought weighed on her rather than enlightened. She lowered her forehead against the wall of the shower and let the water pour across her skin—skin that still tingled in all the right places from Penn’s touch.

  When she felt a fingertip trace a path down her spine, she turned her head to see Penn step into the shower behind her. He circled his arms around her and cupped her breasts. A soft sigh left her as she leaned into his hold.

  “You didn’t have to wake up to join me.” Her voice came out a little too thick.

  “I wasn’t about to miss a chance to shower with my angel.”

  Her heart rammed in a response so revealing about her feelings that more confusion washed over her along with the hot water.

  He drew his palms in small circles over her hardening nipples, eliciting a gasp from her. She dropped her forehead against the cool tile and sucked in the sensation as well as Penn’s masculine scent. He drew another silent gasp from her, and her lips opened on an O. Sensation tugged at her pussy, and she couldn’t remain still anymore. Pushing against his slick, masculine form, she invited him inside her body.

  To her shock, he arrowed his cock straight between her legs and entered her from behind. She didn’t have time to gasp. He sank his cock into her with that alpha insistence that drove her crazy from the first time he kissed her.

  He drew out nice and slow, and her low moan rocked through her.

  “Oh God!”

  He answered with a rumble but didn’t speak. All the dirty talk faded to body language as he withdrew his cock through her slippery, clenching walls so slow she felt every ridge and vein of his shaft.

  He braced a hand on the wall beside her head, dropped his hips and angled deeper. Each tilt of his hips felt like a male dancer getting his freak on, and she wished to hell she could see his carved ass performing these moves even as she hoped he never stopped.

  The penetration hit her deepest spot. She cried out. His free hand danced between her nipples, twisting and plucking them into hard beads. The angle penetrated deep, and his fingers brushed over her nipples far too tenderly. The hard lever of his cock high in her pussy warred with the extreme softness of his fingertips over her nipples.

  He moved her hair aside to get at her throat, nibbling up and down. In seconds, he knew all her secret trigger spots. Flattening her palms on the wall, she splayed her fingers and her legs to give him total access.

  With a sharp thrust, he bumped her G-spot. Up until now she always believed it to be some mythical spot women read about in old copies of Cosmopolitan. She would flip to the next page, frustrated that such a thing was entirely within reach for some women but not her.

  He located that sweet spot just under her ear and sucked what felt like her nipples, pussy and mouth all at once. Need blasted through her.

  She reached back
to latch onto his thigh, reveling in the strength and power in his muscles. Penn didn’t just support her against the shower wall—he’d held her up in her darkest of hours. After her father died, when they came across that wolf…

  He opened his mouth over her earlobe. The sharp rasps of his breath ignited her. The tingle in her core she thought to be a five-alarm blaze hit another level, encompassing her whole body like a forest fire. She dug her fingers into his muscled thigh. He pushed deeper…twitched his hips and pushed deeper still…gripping her breasts to pull her into him with each thrust and plucking her nipples at the same time.

  Her buds felt swollen, huge and throbbing with desire. His mouth branded her neck. When he bit into her earlobe and ground out the words, “Come for me,” there was no way her body wouldn’t obey.

  The sharp peak knifed through her. She squeezed down hard on his shaft as Penn ripped yet another orgasm from her. The soft slapping of their bodies and the spray of water filled her ears, along with his animalistic groan as he followed her orgasm with his own.

  Her mind blacked on pleasure. His thrusts drew out their releases for long, mind-blowing, heart-stopping…breath-holding seconds.

  Hanging in his hold, exhausted from days in harsh conditions and too much emotional turmoil to work through, a wave of vulnerability hit.

  A tremble rushed through her.

  Penn withdrew his cock. She turned her head in time to see him pull the rubber off the tip and discard it in the wastebasket outside the shower. He caught her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. She couldn’t meet his gaze—if she did, she didn’t know if she could handle what she saw there.

  As if knowing she needed something other than empty promises, he grabbed the bar of soap. He closed his fingers around her hip and ran the rounded edge of the soap up…between her legs…over her still contracting pussy.

  Her whole body jerked with sensation, and she couldn’t hold in her cry.

  Slowly, he slipped the soap through her pubic curls, up her mound to her belly. “Look at me,” he rasped.

  She fell into the depths of his brown eyes as he continued with the bar of soap, navigating the undercurve of her breast and over her throbbing pink nipple as if he had a map of her neediest spots. When he had her trembling on the edge again, he washed the rest of her, soaping every inch before focusing on her pussy.

  He washed her slicked folds and then let the bar drop to the floor with a thunk to take over with his fingers.

  Her clit felt swollen to twice its size as he thumbed it while delving two fingers in and out of her pussy. She didn’t know how much more of this pleasure she could stand before she gave up her heart.

  Oh no.

  “Oh yes!” Ecstasy clenched all her muscles as Penn ripped another orgasm from her. Instead of her mind shutting out all thoughts but the bliss coursing through her, it came into precise focus, like looking at a crosshairs.

  The clock was ticking—not only to catch Yahontov but for her and Penn.

  Too soon he’d move on, leave for another mission. And Cora would return to her life…this time knowing the true meaning of alone.

  Chapter Ten

  Penn couldn’t stop himself. He had to be touching her, tasting her, pleasing her at every second. Cora sprawled on the bed, her body pink and red in spots where he’d been too rough with her.

  Damn if he didn’t fucking love seeing his marks on her.

  Lowering his lips, he brushed them lightly over her nipples. They pebbled for him, and he almost issued the rumble of ownership he’d hear from an animal.

  When he was with Cora, he shut out the world and only this time mattered—hearing her whimper as the final throbbing pulsations racked through her beautiful body. He needed to see the flush of her afterglow and the burning expression in her blue-gray eyes.

  He parted his lips and flicked his tongue across the flattened tip of her nipple. When her stomach dipped with a sharp intake of breath, he sucked the tip into his mouth.

  “Pennnn.” She curled her fingers into his hair, trapping him. Did she feel the same drive to make the most of their final minutes together? To take everything and give back double?

  When she slipped her hand down his abs and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, he thought he might not be so alone. As she gave his cock a slow pump, he felt the cum bubbling up to pearl at the tip. She found it, rubbing her thumb through his cream until he groaned.

  She threw him a soft smile—a smile that could melt the polar ice caps—and flipped on top of him. The smooth length of her body was the hottest thing he’d ever felt. Or so he thought before she glided down to take his cock in her mouth.

  “Fuck!” He had to close his eyes. If he didn’t, he would blow in the sweet recesses before she sucked him twice. But he dragged his gaze to her, locking in on her lips stretching around his girth. She licked over his shaft and then drew him to the root. Hips launching off the bed, he wrapped her hair around his fist.

  “Take it, Angel. Christ!”

  She flashed a look at him that would have left him weak-kneed if his cock wasn’t buried in her mouth. A primal need overcame him, and he pressed lightly on the point of her chin.

  “Open wider for me. Take me into the back of your throat.”

  She did as he asked, dropping her jaw open enough to take another inch of his cock into her hot mouth. His cock head bumped the back of her throat. She pulled off, saliva dripping.

  “Hell.” He was almost too far gone to control himself. When he was with her, he felt as if he’d just mounted Everest. His cock bumped into the back of her throat again, and an unending shiver gripped at his core.

  “Angel, I’m going to blow.” The whispered warning only made her hollow her cheeks and draw him in all the way.

  He fixated on the suction of her hot mouth, her fingers stretching over his balls and lightly stroking…

  She slipped her finger between his cheeks and into his ass. The effect launched him like a rocket. He bucked, taking her finger deeper and burying his cock into her throat as a roar left him. The pump of cum exploded out with such force that he clamped off a louder bellow.

  The second shot hit her throat, and he felt her swallowing around him. She worked her magical finger into his ass with a knowledge of a man’s prostate that had him rocking, losing his mind and falling in love all at the same time.

  Another spurt of cum and another and another left him. When he felt his balls empty, he collapsed to the bed.

  Cora watched his face, her own intense. She delivered a tender kiss on his thigh, gently worked her finger free, climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom.

  What the fuck just happened? The woman was a master of his body. With a few strokes of her slender finger, she’d brought him as close to heaven as he’d ever been. Not even that time he’d taken a bullet and spent hours in surgery had he come that close to seeing Jesus.

  When she returned, peeking around the bathroom door a bit shyly, he held out his hand for her. She padded across the room and slipped into bed beside him. For a minute, he held her tucked beneath his chin, aware of far more hanging in the air between them.

  Finally, she whispered, “Was… Was that all right? What I did?”

  His eyes shuttered. “Hell, Angel. It was amazing.”

  “Have you ever…experienced that before?”

  “No. Christ.”

  She stirred against him. “But you…liked it?”

  “Liked it? Couldn’t you tell I was going wild? I’ve never come that hard before.” He leaned away enough to meet her eyes.

  The depths shined with pleasure.

  “Where did you learn that trick?” If she told him from another boyfriend, he didn’t know how he’d react. He didn’t want to think about her being with another man before him or ever again.

  Ever again? Fuck, he was in deeper than he thought, and it wasn’t because she’d stroked his prostate and taken his orgasm to a whole new level.

  “I read it in
a magazine once. I thought I’d see if it really drove my man as crazy as the writer claimed it would.”

  “Jesus.” His voice took on a rougher edge. Then what she said hit him.

  My man.

  Was he hers?

  Could he imagine being anything else?

  He started to speak, but nearby on the nightstand, his phone buzzed. Cora pushed into a sitting position, and he snatched up the device, bringing it to his ear in the same motion.

  “Sullivan.”

  “Time for Xtreme Ops to do their job. Word came in that the Grisha was spotted in waters off the coast about two miles out. Get out there and end this, Sullivan.” Colonel Reinsel’s command had Penn jumping from the bed and reaching for his clothes.

  “On it, sir. I’ll inform you when it’s over.”

  “Guts and glory.”

  “Guts and glory,” Penn echoed the mantra that had quickly been adopted by all the special forces spread throughout the US as they battled with threats, both domestic and foreign, on a daily basis.

  Cora stood at the side of the bed, sheet coiled artfully around her body, watching him. Seeing her lip trapped in her teeth sent a pang through him.

  He yanked on his boxers and then cargo pants and buttoned them. “You’ll stay here. Stay in the room and order food if you need. Have them leave it outside the door and bill the front desk.”

  She said nothing.

  He pulled his protective vest on first, followed by his shirt. “Cora, I wish I had more time to take my leave, but I have to go—now.” He jammed his boots on and grabbed his pack containing everything he needed to defend himself in a fight. He strode around the bed and cupped her cheek. If he had only moments, he wanted to spend them looking into her eyes.

  “Will you be okay?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  He kissed her between the eyes, taking in her personal feminine fragrance that seemed to permeate his own pores after being with her only a few days. He withdrew and offered her a crooked grin he hoped would suffice as a farewell.

  Then he walked out of the hotel room and rallied his men.

  His mind shifted from being Cora’s lover to territory he knew so much better—how to lead. How to fight.