Heat of the Knight

by Em Petrova

  From the corner of his eye, he saw Elise watching his every move. He made a show of tearing open the packet with his teeth.

  “Were you a stripper before you were a Marine?”

  He flashed a grin and rolled the condom over his cock in one jerk of his hand. Then he walked toward the bed, his shaft jutting toward her. The constrictive rubber made him wish he could tear it off and sink into her bareback.

  When he reached the side of the bed, she pushed to her knees and slipped her arms around his neck. Kissing him with an urgency that fed into his desires until his precious control was threatened. He had to take action before it was too late.

  He lifted her and stretched out on the bed, settling her over his cock. As the tip of his erection poised at the quick of her, she gave a harsh breath.

  “God, Sean. Why do I want this so bad?”

  Her admission stole his mind. With a growl, he jerked his hips upward as she sank over his cock. Each inch filling her, stretching her. They shared a loud moan, and she took him completely, the soft globes of her ass skimming his groin.

  He cupped her backside in his hands and urged her to move. As she eased upward, he locked his gaze to her face, drinking in the pleasure he saw rippling across her features. His balls clenched, and he tightened his grip on her toned ass.

  “Ohh,” she breathed out as she sank down on him again. The motion caused her breasts to jiggle, and he cupped one, strumming his thumb back and forth over the distended tip as she began to set a pace.

  Rolling her hips, head tossed back, her body the sexiest he’d ever laid eyes on. Everything about her set him off, stripped away his control.

  She rocked her hips, and the tip of his cock bottomed out. They both groaned, loudly.

  A giggle sounded in the hallway, and Elise’s gaze locked on his. “We’re noisy.”

  “I was thinking you’re not noisy enough.” He twitched his hips, digging his cock deep. She answered with a louder moan.

  “This is… unprofessional.”

  “I’m not a professional. But thank you for the compliment.” His joke came out with a hitch of his breath.

  She shuddered as she withdrew on his length again. He watched his cock slide out of her sweet, wet pussy. Her pussy he could still taste on his lips and tongue. Her tight, hot, clenching pussy…

  “Fuck, cher. I’m too close. Hold still.”

  Those words seemed to be the challenge she needed to double her efforts. She braced her hands on his shoulders, her weight feeling like nothing atop him, and she moved faster. Taking him deeper with each passing stroke until her movements grew jerky.

  He grabbed her hips and fucked up into her fast and hard, watching her face for the point of no return. When he saw her eyes widen and her mouth fall open on an O of surprise, he let go.

  Roaring out his release as it shot up from the base of his spine, his mind blanked to anything but Elise’s tight body and the squeeze of her inner walls around him, drawing out spurt after spurt.

  * * * * *

  Elise watched Sean’s backside disappear into the bathroom, the sight of his strong form resonating within her for what… the fifth time? How could she go from completely satisfied to wanting him again after one glance at his muscled body? Or his sparkling eyes or that crooked smile?

  She pulled the sheet over her nudity and thought about what she was doing. It was still daylight, and she was thinking about spending the day—and night—in bed with her hot sidekick.

  Bo would kill her when he found out.

  No, she could never share this type of information. Sure, she knew a bit about the women he dated but not details. And something about the way Bo and Sean faced off told her to keep the news to herself.

  She heard the water running and a second later, the bathroom door opened. Sean appeared, looking mussed and sexy as hell. A sprinkling of dark hair on his chest drawing her gaze down to the thin trail running straight to—

  He made a gruff noise that snapped her attention to his face.

  “I’m glad you like what you see.” Great—his arrogant swagger as he crossed the room to the bed was all she needed. Now he’d thump his chest and brag about his conquest.

  She drew her knees to her chest, keeping the sheet over her bare parts. “I could say the same for you.”

  He dived into bed, jostling her so the sheet fell away. He dragged it down and rolled against her, pulling her flush to his body and then flipping the sheet over them both. She blinked at how fast he’d managed that maneuver. Was that a special ops thing or a gigolo thing?

  Plastered against his big body, she stiffened. He ignored her posture and began to rub small circles from her shoulders to lower back. By the time he started up again, she relaxed.

  Okay, this wasn’t just a victory fuck. This was couples stuff, and she didn’t do couples.

  He seemed to sense her thoughts, drawing her closer and pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re an amazing woman, you know that?”

  Oh no—not the compliments. She had to get out of this bed.

  “Um, thanks?”

  “I don’t just mean that hip action, baby. Though Dieu knows, that had me on the edge of my control.”

  A quizzical smile hit her lips, and she lifted a hand to toy with his chest hair. Maybe she was overthinking things—she’d jumped into bed with him spontaneously. Who said she had to complicate things now and make it more than the fun she’d set out to claim for herself?

  Besides, she was a grown woman. She knew her course in life, and men weren’t part of the equation. Maybe someday, she’d settle down with someone and have a family, but for now, she was happy with her independence.

  “Your mind makes a noise when you’re thinking, you know that?” His rumbled words jarred her. She stopped tracing his sculpted pec and looked at him.

  Amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. Man, why did men get to have all the good things in life? They got better with age while women spent hundreds on creams to keep the same smile lines from taking over their faces.

  “Now you’re glaring at me,” he said.

  She smacked him across the shoulder. “I was thinking.”

  “You’re deciphering us.”

  Her brows drew together. “There is no us.”

  “Oh, but there is an us. Many orgasms between the two of us.”

  She smacked him again, causing him to shake with laughter. “We’ve finished what we set out to do and got carried away.”

  “Is that what you call all the chemistry you’ve been battling for days?”

  She rolled onto her back and stared at the simple white ceiling. Light played across it, making her think of dinner on the patio or their run on the shore. She had to admit they got along in many ways, and their romp in bed had been an extension of that same chemistry.

  “We work together,” she stated.

  “Uh huh. And play together.”

  “Sean, I’ll just come out and say it—this is a one-time deal. One day—”

  “And one night,” he cut her off.

  “That’s to be determined. But we won’t see each other after this.”

  “We’ll see.” When he smiled, her heart pattered faster. How did he cause such a reaction in her body? It must be because she’d been alone too long. She was just acting on her needs, taking what she wanted.

  With the hottest man she’d ever met.

  “What I was trying to say before you thought it important to let me know you’ll never be in my bed again, is that you’re amazing, Elise. The smartest woman I’ve ever known, and that’s saying something since I have some pretty clever sisters.”

  She’d been told this before but coming from him, it touched her. She lowered her eyes to stare at the angles of his jaw. Dark stubble shadowed it, giving him a more dangerous look. But she didn’t need to guess at how lethal this man was. He’d killed to protect, yet he’d touched her with indescribable tenderness.

  He ran his hand down her spine to cup her buttocks. The
roughness and heat of his hand sent spears of lust straight to her pussy. He kneaded her behind, his mouth at her ear.

  “I’m an ass man, and this one…” he squeezed, “is everything.” His dirty words coupled with his touch rendered her stupid, and she didn’t even realize he’d rolled her onto her stomach until the sheet tickled her cheek.

  He sat up, she assumed to stare at her bottom. When he began to trail his fingers over her globes, she sighed with pleasure. The light, ticklish touch acted like a stress reducer, and she flung her arms overhead. He moved his fingers to the top of the muscle, gently massaging, before gliding along the outer curve. As he reached the undercurve, her nipples hardened and her pussy contracted.

  But when he dipped his fingers between her thighs, brushing her wetness, she let out a moan.

  “Still so wet for me, cher. I can’t tell you how much that pleases me.”

  Did she want to please him? God yes. And as soon as she could get her mind back, she wanted to flatten him to the bed and taste that big, hard cock of his too. If she was getting one experience with Sean, she was going all in.

  He drew his fingers out of her pussy and ran them over her buttocks. Her body relaxed, and her thighs fell apart. So when he dragged his fingertips down her ass crack, she was suddenly so… exposed.

  His caress against her anus drew a shocked gasp from her, and she tightened her muscles.

  Warm breath washed over her neck. “Relax, baby. Let me learn what you like.”

  “I… don’t like that.”

  “You know this?”

  She didn’t. And she could still feel his touch—there. It aroused her.

  “Your body is so fine.” He continued exploring, loosening her muscles and knocking down her walls again. Surely he wouldn’t touch her there now. She issued a soft sigh and closed her eyes, reveling in the relaxation of her muscles after long hours seated in front of a screen.

  Her breaths came slower. His touch slowed too. So when he ran his finger over her netherhole a second time, she gasped.

  He placed his lips at her ear. “Tell me you don’t like the way this feels, Elise.” He paused with his fingertip on her anus. The barest of pressure.

  And damn if she didn’t want more.

  Her nipples hardened against the mattress, and her pussy clenched. He didn’t move his finger away, only rested it over her most intimate spot for a long minute.

  Then he moved on. Tracing down to her undercurve again and back around. To her opposite buttocks. Leaving her stomach quaking with anticipation of when he’d stroke that spot again.

  Oh God, what had he turned her into?

  She wasn’t a prude by any means, but this wasn’t even something Bo had done with her.

  Her belly quivered when he reached her seam once more. His hot finger blazed a path down between her cheeks. When he reached her pucker, she pushed back.

  He groaned, a gritty sound that raised the hairs on her nape. The erotic noise buried deep in her even as he pressed harder on that place. What would it feel like if he slid his finger inside her?

  She let her thighs part naturally, giving him more access.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it, cher?”

  A moan escaped her, and she couldn’t bring herself to care.

  He teased her by continuing his massage, even working down the backs of her thighs. By the time he reached the spot she most wanted touched, she was out of her head.

  “Sean…” she whispered, “touch me. Please.”

  He released a rough noise that only turned her on more, before circling his finger around her pucker. Need splashed across her senses, and a deep ache took hold. Some unseen end hung within reach and yet so far away.

  Each light, skittering brush of his finger thrust her higher toward a pleasure unlike anything she’d known before. “I wish I had some lube,” he said quietly.

  “Oh God, Sean. Forget the lube! Just slide your finger in me.”

  A beat of silence followed, and then, “Fucking hell.” He knelt behind her, drawing her hips high in the air. She gripped the sheets, prepared for whatever he did to her. Even if he gave her that big cock of his… she just needed… more.

  “Christ, you’re beautiful. Open to me. So primed.” His rough words hit her belly and her heart somersaulted. But she didn’t have time to think on those things because he eased his finger inside her. Past the tight ring.

  She buried her face in the sheets. It was so good, so unexpected.

  He slipped a bit farther in, and she understood why he mentioned the lube. It would make it soooo good. But he was gentle, and she was too horny to care if this wasn’t the ideal situation.

  He worked his finger to the first knuckle. Then to her surprise, he slipped in the rest of the way.

  “Oh God,” she cried.

  “Oh fuck,” he answered.

  Then he reached between her thighs with his other hand and began massaging her clit while extracting his finger with mind-bending slowness. She was going to die of pleasure. But at least she’d die happy.

  * * * * *

  She was an ass virgin—he was sure of it. From the tight clench of her body to her uninhibited responses, he knew it. And the fact that she was letting him explore her this way raised some primal need to claim.

  He watched her body for cues as he slowly finger-fucked her ass and rubbed her clit. The moans leaving her left no question as to how he was making her feel. His cock bobbed against his abs, stiffer than it had ever been. If he listened to his body, he’d be buried in that tight heat right now. But she wasn’t ready, and he wouldn’t hurt her.

  With each move of his fingers, she quaked a little more until the whole bed shook with it.

  “Sean… it’s… I’m…”

  “Let it come, cher.”

  “It’s going to be… big.”

  “I know. Let it happen.” He thrust his finger in once more and she stiffened, not breathing. One hard pulsation hit his finger and then she was screaming, contracting around him with an orgasm so big that her screams could be heard way out at Colonel Jackson’s place.

  As soon as the final tremor left her, he drew his fingers free and reached over the side of the bed for a condom. He had to get inside her—now.

  She lay still, face down, but when he dragged her ass back into the air, she glanced over her shoulder. Perspiration dampened her hair and her eyes were wild with need. “Take me, Sean. I need you to fuck me.”

  “You got it.” He barely ground out the words before he was balls-deep, churning his hips toward an end so huge that it would erase all the other women who’d come before her.

  She reached back to grasp his hip, guiding him in with more forceful thrusts. A roar rose up in his throat and he tipped over the edge. The first spurt would have hit her neck if he weren’t wearing a condom, but she was bucking, taking everything he had to give. Sapping him.

  And damn if he wasn’t going to give his all. He was aware of her orgasm stuttering to a stop as his last jet of come left him.

  They collapsed and he rolled off so he didn’t crush her.

  “I can’t move,” she murmured.

  “After that, no wonder.” He curled around her body, her back fitting so perfectly to his front. His eyes drifted shut, and he was aware of their breathing. How it synced.

  How unusual that was.

  Long seconds passed and then he kissed her nape. “I’m going to clean up. Don’t move.”

  “I couldn’t if I wanted to.” Her words were slurred with exhaustion, and his chest might have swelled a bit, knowing what he’d done to her.

  When he got up, he was shocked to see how dark the room had become. Hours must have passed, and he’d lost all track of time. The messages they’d decoded would be in the right hands by now, and his brothers would be dispatched soon. Sean’s work with Elise was finished, and he had no excuse to not join his team.

  But until he got that phone call, he was staying right here in this room with Elise.

 
; He washed up and crawled back into bed. As soon as he stretched out, she turned to him and gave him a wicked smile, eyes snapping.

  “What do you know that I don’t?” he asked with a smile of his own.

  “This.” She slid down his body and gripped his cock at the base, swallowing him to the root.

  Chapter Five

  Sean made a waving motion, and Dylan and Chaz jumped up from the weeds and took off toward the warehouse. Sean kept his finger on the trigger of his weapon, ready to take out any threat to his team, and secretly hoping he could shoot the asshole responsible for dragging him out of Elise’s bed.

  She’d been so soft, warm… fragrant. He could still smell her on him, though he’d long ago sweat off her scent. He’d walked out on her without a fucking word, and while Ben might be known for the love-’em-and-leave-’em life before he found Dahlia, Sean was not.

  More than likely he’d thoroughly severed any chances of getting back in Elise’s good graces. She was smart and hardheaded. He couldn’t imagine a woman like that not holding grudges.

  He prayed that the memory of him cuddling her between wild sex sessions was enough to keep her from hating him.

  “Holy shit, Thunder. You were right.” Chaz’s words filtered through his comms unit and into his ear. “This place is like the warhead warehouse.”

  In a crouching position, Sean jerked and had to grip the abandoned vehicle he was hiding behind to remain upright. When he’d taken Dylan and Chaz and split off from Ben, Rocko and Roades and headed to the farm, he’d followed his gut instincts. Apparently, he needed to do that more often, because he’d led his team directly to the warheads they’d been searching for.

  “All three of ’em?” he asked his brothers.

  Chaz’s voice came back, quiet and clear. “Two. Third’s still in the wind.”

  “I’m coming in,” Sean said.

  “Negative,” Dylan said at once. “Keep the lookout. Chaz is checking to see if they’re armed.”

  Sean’s heart slammed his ribs. Darkness closed in around them, and the air was scented with the fresh rain that had just fallen and growing things crushed under his boots.