Point Blank Range

by Em Petrova

  Chapter Five

  Linc noticed Nealy wasn’t trying her best to keep her thigh from touching his in the vehicle. Maybe that kiss had broken down some barricade and softened her up.

  It didn’t soften him, though—he had never been harder. His dick was strangled behind his fly, and he couldn’t even adjust it without garnering comments from the other guys, so he rode miles in discomfort.

  She shifted positions, pressing her hip to his. The pressure was driving him crazy, and he gritted his teeth.

  The post-mission party atmosphere in the SUV had died down, and everyone retreated to their own thoughts. Linc found his own thoughts drifting to getting out of this vehicle, grabbing Nealy by the hand and taking her home with him. He also had visions of treating himself to a breakfast of her straddling his face.

  He must have released some noise, because she sent him a glance. His gaze targeted her mouth—were her lips always that plump or had she taken a hit to make them swell that way? She hadn’t indicated any injury when he’d kissed her back behind the shrub screen.

  As he looked on, she ran the point of her tongue over her lower lip. His insides grabbed.

  A bump in the road jostled them together, and she caught herself by bracing a hand on his thigh. Heat traveled up his leg to his groin, leaving a trace of desire so strong he had to clench his jaw.

  Quickly, she snatched her hand away. But the damage was done.

  When they finally rolled back into town, she jumped out the door after Lennon and made a beeline to the waiting car she must have summoned.

  “Hold up, Alexander,” Linc called out.

  She stopped but didn’t turn. He caught up and said, “You’re not getting in that car. My car’s over there.”

  Her chest rose and fell. “Linc.”

  “Just get in my car, Nealy.” His voice took on a rough edge.

  Still, she hesitated.

  “Please.”

  She pivoted her head to meet his stare. Need did a slow, dirty crawl through his system.

  “Look,” he said. “You’re coming home with me and I’m tearing all your clothes off. Then you’re spending the night sitting on my face. We can leave the lights out so you can pretend it’s not happening, if that’s your preference. But we’re doing this.”

  Without waiting for her response, he took off to his car in the dark corner of the lot. Seconds later, he saw the driver pull out and make a left turn. Nealy jogged up to the passenger’s door, and Linc cut off a grin.

  The drive was as silent as he expected it to be, with Nealy sitting stiff and primly with her knees together as if he was suggesting he go down on her before ever reaching home. Her hands were balled on her lap, but he did nothing to put her at ease.

  Soon enough.

  Twenty minutes later, he used his key code to enter the gates of the apartment complex he lived in. He rolled through the roads of the complex and hit a remote to open his garage door.

  “Your brother doesn’t live with you, does he?” she asked in a quiet voice.

  He looked at her. “I wouldn’t bring you home if he did.”

  After parking and securing the door shut, he led her up a short flight of stairs leading to the entry of his apartment. The place smelled a bit stale from being shut up, but nothing a few open windows wouldn’t fix. He kicked off his boots and wrinkled his nose at the scent wafting up. “First, a shower’s in order.” He cocked a brow at her. “Join me?”

  She fidgeted, as if uncertain if she should keep her own boots on in order to bolt out the door again or give in to the desire he saw burning in her eyes.

  He took control, advancing on her and backing her up against the wall. Her breaths came hard and fast, and she ran her tongue over her lips again.

  He let out a growl. “Let me make this easy on you, babe. I’m going to take you into my big shower and soap you all over, making sure I get… every… single… sweet spot.” He pitched his voice low and let his words wash over the shell of her ear.

  She shivered.

  “Then I’m going to take you to my bed, stretch out, and pull your knees up around my ears right before I plunge my tongue into your soaking wet, hot, tight, needy, aching pussy.”

  Another shudder worked its way through her, and she braced a hand on the wall by her side to hold herself up.

  He leaned away to look into her eyes. “Do you accept the challenge?”

  A spark lit in her eyes, and a flame jumped in his core.

  He pushed away from the wall. “Good.” He walked away, and she trailed behind. He flipped on a light in the hallway and then the bathroom. There, he reached for his shirt and pulled it overhead.

  She was staring at his chest, breaths still coming faster than they should be if she was unaffected.

  Her gaze dropped to the front of his pants—and she saw how far from unaffected he was.

  Giving her the show she never got in the dark elevator, he unbuckled his pants with slow flicks of his fingers. He slid them down his body, letting the cargo pants puddle at his ankles. He stepped out and cupped his shaft through his underwear, molding the cloth to it and showing off the length, girth and way it curved up in its hardened state.

  “This was inside you, babe, and it will be again. Get out of those clothes.”

  She dipped her gaze to take in the healing burns on his legs.

  “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

  “All right,” she said on a puff of a sigh.

  He watched her reach for her top. When she peeled away the fabric to reveal an expanse of creamy pale skin of abdomen, chest and breasts, it was his breaths coming faster.

  With lowered lids, he watched her pull off a sports bra, letting her breasts bounce free.

  He swallowed hard. Perky. A handful each. Fucking just right.

  His cock swelled, surging against his underwear.

  Her brown eyes burned into his as she went for her pants. A second later, she stood before him, bare. Her navel bore a tiny gold stud, which shocked him for some reason.

  Below that… Jesus. He gathered a breath, but his lungs wouldn’t fill with air.

  Her pussy was shaven, the mound a ripe peach and the tiniest bud of her clit peeking from the top of her thickened lips.

  He hit his knees in front of her. Grabbed those rounded hips and yanked her in. The second his tongue hit her juicy folds, they shared a groan and he wondered if they weren’t more friends than enemies at this point.

  * * * * *

  Nealy threw her head back on a cry of pleasure as Linc dipped his tongue in and out of her pussy, using short flicks that were driving her wild. She’d fist his hair if he had enough of it, so she held on to his ears and guided him… up and down, back and forth.

  He raised his head to grin at her with lips drenched with her juices, but she shoved him between her legs once more. He rumbled a laugh, and she found joy bubbling from her too.

  He nudged her thighs apart to bury his head deeper. When he didn’t seem to be happy enough with that, he grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the edge of the sink as if she weighed nothing, before lowering his mouth to her pussy again.

  He licked up the seam and circled her bud. She dropped her head forward, unable to look away from the gorgeous sight of a beautiful man eating her pussy. A spasm clenched her inner muscles, and she released a flood of arousal.

  “Mmm.” He lapped at it with slow deliberation, holding her gaze as he did. That alone could rip the rug out from under a girl—he was fucking her with his eyes as much as his mouth.

  “Lick me again,” she demanded on a rasp.

  He flattened his tongue and drew a line in a long slurp from bottom to top. Then pulled away to do it a second time.

  Reaching between her legs, she pressed apart her outer lips to reveal the pink inner folds. “Here,” she urged.

  He growled and drew a zigzagging pattern over the exposed folds with his insanely hot tongue. A second spasm hit her, and she gulped on a cry.

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�Give me your fingers,” she begged, pulling her lips open wider to urge him inside.

  “Fucking hell, babe, you’re a dirty girl who knows what you want, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for a reply—she didn’t have one anyway, because she’d never been this way with anybody but Linc.

  He smoothed two fingertips through her juices and made a show of slowly sinking them inside her.

  Her body clutched at his digits, which he pressed upward against her soft inner wall. She parted her legs farther and cried out on a long moan that revealed just how much she was unraveling for this man.

  Seeing him in the flesh, with the lights on, was totally doing it for her. In fact, she was right there, on the ledge of ecstasy, poised to jump.

  She’d climbed a cliff with this man, seen him stride into a room and punch a hole in the wall to extract a flash drive—how the hell had he known where to find it, anyway? After that, he’d shielded her from a spray of bullets right before throwing her behind a screen to survive a blast as the multimillion-dollar house clinging to the cliff exploded.

  After that, she would have done anything to be here with him right now, and she was too far gone to keep that a secret.

  She pushed her hips upward to force his fingers deeper. He accommodated her, splaying his hand over her ass to give her every inch right to the knuckles. As he sucked her clit between his lips, her sensitive nerves hit a new high.

  “Linc, I’m close.” With a hand on the back of his head, she pushed him down to her pussy hard. “Don’t stop!”

  He vibrated some answer she couldn’t make out, because she couldn’t stop the cries bursting from her throat. When her orgasm hit, she was looking into his eyes.

  And dammit, she did it again—said his name.

  * * * * *

  He wasn’t making it through a shower, to the bed or even to the bathroom floor right now. Nope—he was fucking her right here on the vanity.

  She reached for his underwear and shoved them down. His cock jumped free, and she curled her fingers around his length, drawing it right to her center.

  “Kiss me,” she demanded.

  Dipping his head, he claimed her lips at the same moment he sank deep into her core.

  She cried out again, but he went still, closing his eyes, every slick second he’d fucked her in that elevator rushing back at him.

  He planted his hands on her knees and rocked his body into hers, balls slapping her skin. Fuck, she was tight, hot, sucking him in. And her flavors on his tongue drove him on toward a massive ending that would probably land him back in the hospital.

  Setting a determined rhythm, he sank his cock into her again, drawing her tight into his arms as he did and angling his head to deepen the kiss.

  The passion warring inside him was completely new. Maybe it was post-mission fucking doing it or the fact that he’d wanted more after that elevator episode, but he wasn’t stopping until they both collapsed.

  She wrapped her thighs around him and looped her arms over his neck. When she delivered a nipping bite to his lip, he groaned into her open mouth. He’d never had a woman come apart so completely for him as she just had when he was licking her pussy. And the demands she’d made… fuck, who knew a little wildcat lived in her boring uniform of black pants and white button-down shirt? Her dull black shoes didn’t reveal the depth of this woman.

  His balls tightened against his body as he thrust into her once more. That burning sensation began at the base of his spine. He had to get her off fast before he blew, and he already knew what method to use.

  * * * * *

  When Linc pressed the pad of his big thumb over her clit at the same moment he ground his hips, it was all over for Nealy. A wave of pleasure the size of the big Texas sky struck, knocking her flat. As every contraction stretched into a bigger one, she threw herself into the kiss.

  Then his hot cum hit her inner walls, and she found herself clinging to the man as he came apart for her.

  Inside her.

  God, what was it about having unbridled, bare sex with Linc that just hit all her high spots? She didn’t have a type—but he had to be it. She didn’t have a fantasy about sex—but he delivered.

  He gathered her up, kissing her with all the intensity he had before his orgasm. He turned for the shower and stepped inside the glass enclosure with her still in his arms and his cock still hard in her pussy.

  Leaning his forehead into hers, he gave a low grunt. “I can’t quit fucking you.”

  To prove his point, he rocked his hips. She wiggled in his hold, feeling insanely small surrounded by all this muscle.

  “Linc, I want to taste you.”

  Her words fell over him, making him as still as a marble statue of David. Except he was much hotter and more built than Michelangelo’s art.

  She wasn’t sure if he was going to let her take him in her mouth and deliver all the mind-blowing pleasure he’d given her minutes before, until he drew her up and off his cock. Her feet hit the shower floor, and she lowered herself to her knees.

  With his sculpted thighs in front of her face, she was even more turned on, and she was not a woman to go ga-ga over a male physique. She worked with men, tough men, guys who hit the gym twenty hours a week just to stay on top of their game. But Linc was a totally different caliber from those men.

  She stretched her hands over each thigh and leaned in, lips parted over the tip of his straining erection. The scent of man, musk and her own arousal mingled on him, a heady cocktail that had her pussy tingling for more of his touch.

  Not yet—she wanted him in her mouth. All of him.

  She sank over him slowly, tightening her lips to learn every ridge of his shaft. When he filled her mouth to full capacity, he let out a groan and palmed her head. She drew a breath through her nose and went all the way—sucking him into the back of her throat until her lips hit the short coarse hairs of his body.

  He was fully seated in her mouth. And she was fully satisfied.

  She drew on him with a small pull of her lips, and he grunted, a low noise igniting her.

  Wiggling closer, she reached up to cup his heavy balls in one hand and withdrew on his arousal.

  “You’re killing me, babe. I’m going to drain my cock into those plump lips if you don’t stop.”

  She hoped he did. Then if she never saw him again after today, she’d be more than satisfied that she’d done everything there was to do with Linc.

  Well, there are more things, her mind spoke up. Sex in public, sex in a bed. Sex in an elevator… oh wait, did that.

  She took him right to the base again. His abs strained, and the entire six-pack of muscles—plus a few extras the man owned—popped out in ridged finery. She opened her eyes and took in everything about him. When she’d sucked him only a few moments, he had hold of her hair, twisting it up into his fist and tugging on the strands in a way that shouldn’t delight her but it was fucking sexy as hell.

  He drew her head back to look into her eyes. “Look at me while you suck my cock.”

  Apparently, she wasn’t the only person who could make demands.

  She held his gaze and deliberately sucked in his impressive length once more. When she withdrew, he churned his hips, swirling the tip of his cock on her tongue. She opened her mouth wide, letting him do as he pleased with her.

  The idea was shocking. She was not a woman to give up control, but with Linc, it was a mutual need for pleasure driving them, and it left behind no remorse or shame whatsoever. She could stay here on her knees, pleasuring him with her mouth, until he pulled her up and did as he wished with her.

  She hoped it was bending her over and fucking her against the shower wall.

  She fondled his balls, and he sank into her mouth again. Cupping her cheek on one callused palm, he held her gaze. Her insides fluttered, and she was so keyed up, so close to her own release just from serving Linc that the scantest touch of her clit would set her off.

  She reached between her legs.

  “Oh
fuck… That’s it, touch your clit for me. Rub it while you suck my cock.”

  Getting into it more, she pinched her clit between her fingers and made the short, jerky movements that always got her to the finish line. Linc’s cock stiffened even more, shoving at the back of her throat. She swallowed her cry of bliss as the orgasm hit her.

  A third in what… half an hour? It must be a world record.

  Her scattered thoughts fragmented even more as the first shot of his cum hit her throat. Swallowing around him, she focused enough to give him the end result they both wanted. He rocked his hips faster and faster as he unloaded and she drew out her own orgasm with light flicks of her fingertips over her sensitive nubbin.

  When he pulled her to her feet, she didn’t know if she had enough muscle left to support herself. But he lashed her to him and kissed her, and she found the strength to not only stand but rub against his body.

  He growled into her mouth before pulling back. “You taste like me.”

  “And you taste like me.”

  They stared into each other’s eyes.

  “I want more,” he said.

  “So do I.”

  She had little recollection of the shower itself—water, soap bubbles and a lot of lips and tongue in between. Somehow, she landed on cool, crisp sheets, spread eagle on his bed with Linc’s tongue poised at her folds again and his eyes boring into hers.

  “Say my name as I thrust my tongue into your pussy, babe. Say it for me.”

  “Why?” she managed as her body spiked with desire.

  “Because I can’t stop hearing it in my dreams since the elevator.”

  * * * * *

  Linc was accustomed to waking alone, but he was surprised when he did. He hadn’t even asked this girl to leave before dawn.

  Actually, he was pissed.

  Nealy had left in the middle of the night without a word. Worse, he’d slept through it. He didn’t know which disturbed him more.

  Maybe it was for the best that he hadn’t woken next to a sexy female. He’d be distracted, wanting to run his hands all over her again.