Maybe I should sit down.
Eric bent, his body rippling with the movement, and removed his shoes, kicking his pants off. And then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, dragging the fabric down until his cock popped free.
He was thick, long, and really fucking perfect.
And damn him, he knew it.
“Can I touch you now?”
Seriously, how did he do it? He was standing naked in my living room, I was in charge, and yet his questions sounded suspiciously like commands cloaked in a veil of faux deference.
And yeah, at this point, I didn’t really care all that much who ended up on top, as long as I came. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try my damnedest to get there first.
I nodded, figuring that seemed more imposing and authoritative. Plus words weren’t really coming in the face of the fact that he looked like a more well-endowed version of the statue of David. Or like the god his call sign proclaimed him to be.
“Where?”
Oh, he really was the devil.
I swallowed, looking into his eyes and seeing the challenge there, hearing the unspoken dare to commit to what I’d started.
I couldn’t say “tits”—I tried for like a second, but my mouth just wouldn’t form the words—so I settled for “breasts” instead. So what if I sounded like a sex-ed lecture, I figured the lace, cleavage, and tight nipples more than made up for it.
He took another step toward me, invading my space, his hand reaching out and cupping my breast, squeezing, testing the heavy weight. I bit down on my lip to keep from groaning, unable to resist the urge to arch forward, wanting more than just his hand on me. I waited for him to move, but he didn’t. He just stood there, my breast in his hand, until finally I couldn’t take it anymore.
“What are you waiting for?”
I tried—and failed—to keep the tremor from my voice.
I was so wet now, so beyond aroused, and I needed more than just the scraps he’d given me—nothing at all, really.
“I’m waiting for you to tell me how I can touch you. Where. Waiting to make sure I don’t do something I’m not supposed to do.”
I stifled the growl that rose in my throat. He was totally fucking with me and not in the fun orgasm-inducing way, but in a teasing, arrogant sort of way, which made me want to make him beg for it all that much more and also ratcheted up my attraction another notch or ten.
Was it rude to ask him to stop talking? I couldn’t handle the talking.
“For example,” he purred, his voice bathing me in silk. “If I wanted to lift those pretty tits out from your bra and run my thumbs over your nipples, tugging on them until they got hard”—he broke off, his gaze lowering to my breasts, that fucking dimple popping out again—“harder,” he corrected, as I blushed. “Would you let me do that?” he whispered. “What if I wanted to suck on them, take those nipples between my lips, feasting on those gorgeous fucking tits?”
My head went back, pleasure, sharp and sweet, surging through my body. I swallowed, gathered my courage, and looked him dead in the eye. Two could play this game.
“I want your hands on me. And then I want your mouth. Now.”
THOR
If she hadn’t ruined me for other women before—which I was pretty sure she fucking had—then she’d definitely accomplished it in one afternoon and evening.
I didn’t know what had gotten into her or what I’d done to deserve it, but she’d taken sexy to a whole new level and I was more than happy to reap the rewards, especially if it got me more of what I’d found when I’d laid her down on the blanket in the field and teased her orgasm out of her, when she’d shattered against my lips until I swallowed every drop.
I reached out, feeling the tremor in my hands, the twitch in my cock, as I grazed the lace cup of her corset, my finger inches away from her nipple.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting.
Fucking gorgeous.
I trailed my finger up until I found the spot where the swell of her breast met lace, stroking her there—so soft—before I did what I’d promised—sliding my fingers under the lace, and lifting her gorgeous tits from the fabric so that they were exposed to my gaze, the corset pushing them up even higher in a pose that was so hot, it was obscene.
It took a moment for me to get my body under control, a moment when all I could do was stare at her, and then I had to move, my hands cupping her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples, until I found heaven.
“What do you want?” I whispered, getting off on this demanding thing she had going on more than I ever imagined I would.
When she answered me, her voice shook. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
I fought the need thundering through my veins, telling myself I had to go slow, had to make this perfect for her. I worshipped her breasts with my hands, everything I had focused on giving her the best night of her life.
When her voice threaded through the moans and sighs coming from both of us, when she told me she wanted my mouth, I was already so far past my breaking point, it wasn’t funny. When my lips closed down around her nipple—sucking the tight bud into my mouth—I swear I saw stars. She tasted so fucking sweet, her body so responsive as I laved her flesh with my tongue, tugging on the tip with my teeth, switching from one to the next, all while she ran her hands along my back, her body bowing as I supported her, as I ravaged her skin until she was the prettiest shades of pink I’d ever seen. Until I leaned back and admired my work, the way her nipples popped like two berries, red and shiny from my mouth.
“Do you have any idea of how badly I want you?” I ground the words out, my heart racing, dick aching. “Any idea of how you look right now and how you just make me want to do all kinds of filthy things to you?”
Her nails dug even deeper into my skin.
I reached behind her, my fingers unhooking the corset, trembling with the movement until I finally reached the last one and the fabric hit the floor, baring her torso to me. I slid my hand down her stomach, reveling in how soft she felt, my fingers hovering above the top of her thong.
My gaze met hers. “Can I touch you? Lick you? I want to make you come.”
Her eyelashes fluttered, the look in her eyes somewhere past dazed, her skin flushed. She nodded like a fucking queen addressing a peasant.
I sank to my knees, finesse going out the window as I gripped the waistband of the lace covering her, pulling it down her hips, down her legs, and then she was naked before me.
I didn’t wait, didn’t take the time to admire the view; I just put my mouth on her, wanting more of the taste I’d already had of her, the taste I’d been craving since I’d gone down on her in the field.
She was so wet, so warm, her body shaking beneath my touch, and I lost a bit of my sanity. It didn’t take long before I felt her shattering, her orgasm on my tongue as I gripped her ass, as the carpet dug into my knees. I held her up after, swallowing the aftershocks that quaked her body, and then I was sweeping her up and carrying her into the bedroom, needing to get inside her.
I set her down on the giant bed, kissing the inside of her thigh.
“I have condoms in the nightstand,” she said.
I opened the drawer, my fingers shaking with anticipation, grabbing one of the foil packets like it was buried treasure, tearing it open and sliding the condom over my cock.
I moved on top of her, only to be surprised when she gripped my arms, hooking her leg over my hip and changing positions, pushing me onto my back so she straddled me.
My heart clenched as I reached out and grabbed her hand, lacing my fingers with hers.
Her orgasm seemed to have taken the edge off her need, because suddenly she was back in control again and I was the one on my proverbial knees, begging her to give me what I wanted, craved—
She fisted my cock, lifting her
body up, positioning herself just over me, hovering there, our flesh barely touching, the heat and wetness spilling from her body, coating the tip. She braced herself, her body sliding down over me, her neck thrown back as she impaled herself on my cock, her back arched, tits thrust forward.
I groaned, going into sensory overload at the feel and sight of her. It didn’t get better than this.
I released her hand, gripping either side of her hips, pulling her down onto me, needing to feel all of her. I began to move, setting the pace, but in that, too, I lost control.
I was helpless beneath her as she began riding me, her hands braced on the iron headboard above me, her tits hovering inches away from my mouth. I couldn’t resist the urge to capture her nipples between my lips as she rocked over me, her tits bouncing and swaying as she gripped my cock in a tight, wet glove.
I slipped my hand between us, my thumb finding her swollen clit, needing to feel her come again, wanting to watch her lose the last vestiges of control. I felt her clench down around me, drank in the moans falling from her lips as she gripped my cock, as she came.
And then I felt it, the orgasm building at the base of my spine, my balls tightening, as I came hard and fast, until we both sprawled out on the sheets, sated and spent, and she had my heart and body in the palm of her hand.
FIFTEEN
BECCA
I might have given myself more credit than I deserved.
As far as the whole taking-control thing went, I figured I got an eight for effort, although the Russian judge would likely knock me down for the fact that, by the end of it, I was so far gone I could barely remember my own name. Considering Eric had appeared to suffer in the same way, I figured the whole thing was a wash.
What I had failed to account for, and what barely earned me a freaking three, was how good it would feel to have his arms wrapped around me again, or how easy it would be to sink into sleep when I was riding the wave of two of the best orgasms I’d ever had. Or that I would wake up to him in the morning and, stupidly, curl into his warmth again, because it felt so good to have him next to me that my brain apparently switched off and forgot that this was supposed to just be physical.
“I can hear you thinking,” Eric murmured, his lips brushing my hair as he pulled me tighter against his naked body.
“I should go take a shower. I need to go to work.”
I tried to keep my voice hard, as if the force of my words could push him away. I figured I would have been more successful if my arms didn’t wrap themselves around him, my lips seeking out the curve where his neck met his shoulder, my fingers brushing against the light hair covering his chest.
He looked over at the alarm clock, cradling the back of my head in his big hand.
“It’s five thirty.”
“I have a busy day.”
We were cuddling. Spooning. It would be one thing if we were having morning sex, but this? This was bad. This was on the list of not-a-good-idea. Hell, it was at the top, right after me telling him I still loved him.
He wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I could feel him hard and heavy against my hip, and yet neither one of us made a sexual move. It was as though we preferred to cuddle.
Fuck me.
Did he just nuzzle me?
His hand curled around my breast in a move that was more possessive and sleepy than sexual, and I felt a bit of my resolve flee.
“You feel good like this,” he whispered.
He did, too.
I stifled a groan, figuring Cupid had a sense of humor, because it was so not fair that I’d somehow careened back to where I’d started. I was smart; I should have known better, and still, I courted trouble, giving myself over to the pleasure of holding him in the palm of my hand, even as I knew it wouldn’t last.
He turned me in his arms until we were facing each other, pressing soft kisses to my face, my neck, my lips. Death by a thousand kisses. I couldn’t fight the laughter that rose, the brush of his lips against my skin tickling me and setting off a whole other host of sensations.
And just like that, I threw in the towel.
I could spend the next week freaking out every time we were together, trying to put a wall up just for him to knock it down, but I was a big girl, and I wanted this, without guilt or fear, wanted to bask in this moment for as long as I could.
So here we were—
This wasn’t forever. It wasn’t even necessarily tomorrow. But we had today and who knew how many days after that, and I was going to enjoy the ride until it was time to get off.
A smile slid over my lips as I pulled back to look at him, my fingers tracing his cheekbones, stroking down his skin until they found his mouth, my thumb rubbing over his bottom lip—
I hissed as he sucked my thumb inside, nipping at the pad.
“I might have a couple hours before I have to go to work.”
His lips curved into a beautiful grin. “Then you’re lucky that I can get a lot done in a couple of hours.”
He rolled me over so my back sank down into the mattress, his body hovering over mine, and then his lips were at my neck, his hand between my legs, as he got to work and showed me just how productive he could be.
THOR
I took my time getting dressed, too caught up in the sight of Becca to rush.
I’d never been all that into business suits, but something about the way she rocked them went straight to my dick. Or maybe it was the black heels she slid her feet into, the black-rimmed glasses she slipped on. She didn’t wear them all of the time, but when she did, it was like she put on a mask, giving me a different version of herself, one I wanted just as much as all of the other versions she gave me.
Becca walked over to where I sat on the edge of the bed buttoning my shirt, a gleam in her eyes. I dropped the fabric, finding her hips, wrapping my arms around her, unable to resist the urge to lay my cheek against her stomach, loving the way her fingers stroked through my hair, how she held me to her like she didn’t want to let me go.
Something had changed between us this morning. Last night had been mind-blowing, but I’d still felt that wall between us, and even sex hadn’t been able to erase the feeling that she held me at bay.
And then she’d woken up and wrapped her body around me, and I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. The wall was down and while I had no idea how it happened—or why—I couldn’t be more grateful.
I’d never felt this way about anyone before. Wasn’t sure I’d even felt this way about her before. Maybe it took losing her to realize just how much I needed her, the contrast between my life with Becca and my life without never clearer than in this moment.
“Have dinner with me tonight.”
She grinned. “Okay.”
I’d graduated from “maybes” to “okays,” and I felt like a fucking king.
“We can go to Columbia. Go to your favorite Mexican place if you want. Do you still love chips and salsa?”
The smile she gave me nearly took my breath away. I hadn’t seen her smile since I’d been back—not like this. Not the kind of smile that transformed her face, that made it impossible for me not to smile in return.
“Yeah, I do.”
“What time do you finish up work?”
“I can probably be ready to leave about six thirty. Does that work for you?”
“Sounds perfect.”
She moved out of my grasp, grabbing her purse and shoving her keys and cell inside. Her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose and she pushed them back up. My dick twitched.
“What do you have planned today?” she asked.
“Probably go to the gym and lift. Maybe go for a run. My grandmother wants to paint her kitchen so I told her I’d go pick up some paint and get started on that.” I grinned. “I’m sort of a gentleman of leisure right now.”
My vacation back home had been
pretty low-key, but given how much I’d been working, low-key was exactly what I needed. I spent time with my grandmother every day, worked out for a few hours. I’d run into a few people I’d grown up with and caught up with them, surprised to see that nearly everyone was married with kids. The whole thing made me feel old and out of place, as though I’d missed a crucial stage in life somewhere along the way.
I stood up, fastening the last buttons of my shirt, sliding my feet into my shoes as I followed her out of the apartment. I walked her to her car, admiring the view as I went. One day I was going to have her like that, bent over a desk, her skirt hauled up, ass bare.
Becca stopped in front of her car and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close, nuzzling her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume. I kissed her and she made that little noise in her throat that she did when she was turned on, kissing me back, her arms sliding around my neck.
“Have a good day at work,” I whispered against her lips.
She grinned. “I’ll see you tonight.”
I stood in the parking lot watching her drive away, and then I opened the door and slid into the Mustang.
My cell rang as I put the key in the ignition. I stared down at the screen, surprised by the strange country code.
“Hello?”
“Hey, man, it’s Burn.”
Burn and I had been stationed together in the Wild Aces before he PCSed to a squadron in South Korea with his now-wife, Jordan, a few months ago. We still talked occasionally, but we hadn’t caught up in a couple of months. I always felt better when I talked to Burn; he had his shit together more than most, and he’d been in the formation the night that Joker died so he got it in a way that no one else besides Easy did.
“Hey, how’s it going? How’s Korea?”
“Complicated.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The amazing thing is that Jordan’s pregnant.”
“That’s awesome, dude. Congrats.”
“Thanks.”
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