Duke: Alpha One Security: Book 3

by Jasinda Wilder

  Temple kept going, her lips touching delicately to my eyes, down the side of my nose, to my mouth. Her breasts were flattened against my chest, her stomach on my waist, her body diagonal to mine. And her hands? One was on my chest, just resting, and the other was stroking my thighs and exploring my abs, deliberately ignoring my cock in a way which told me that was exactly what she was thinking about.

  She finally pressed her mouth to mine, her breath warm on my lips, and then her teeth clacked against mine and her tongue slid between my teeth and the kiss was slow and hesitant and taut with so much intensity both of us shook from the potency of it.

  And then Temple broke the kiss and looked down my body. She sat up, glanced at me, and then back to my cock. With two fingers she angled my still-slack dick away from my body, circled those two fingers around me at the root, and with her other hand she carefully and slowly peeled the condom off of me. Sliding off the bed, she went into the adjoining bathroom with the condom, her beautiful, pale, juicy round ass swaying and jiggling with each step. The view as she walked back toward me was just as incredible: her tits bouncing and swaying, her pussy playing peekaboo at each step, her body trim and strong and lithe, yet with enough flesh and curves and bounce to make my mouth water and my cock sit up and take notice…and her face, goddamn, her face. Those eyes, bright blue streaked with brown and green, fierce and wild and intense and playful, her features so perfect, so fucking beautiful, so lovely. There was a reason she was as famous as she was—Temple Kennedy was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, even just from the shoulders up…include the erotic perfection of her goddess body, and she became every man’s fantasy.

  And she was with me, naked for me. Climbing into bed with me.

  She’d come all over me, clung to me, chanted my name as we fucked—

  Not fucked. It wasn’t just fucking. It was—god, I wish I had a word for it.

  Except for the obvious word, of course, the word I’ve never said, never heard spoken to me, a concept I’ve never believed in. Was it that? I refused to even think the word, but I could skirt around it mentally as I watched Temple sway and bounce from the bathroom back to the bed.

  Was it that word?

  Fuck…it was. I mean, as far as I could tell, that’s what this was. The most cliché shit in the world: one amazing fuck with the right woman, and I was falling for her. And yeah, I was acutely aware that she was falling for me.

  Just go with it, Thresh had said. Don’t fight it. There’s no point.

  The right girl, she’ll make you feel like more of a man, not less.

  Just go with it.

  But…how? I couldn’t even think the L-word, much less say it. Plus, it was fucking nuts. I just met the woman. It’s not possible. Insta-love isn’t real. You don’t just meet someone and fall in love that same day—even after a day like the one we’ve had.

  You don’t know shit.

  Temple was on the bed, crawling for me on all fours. Breasts swaying beneath her, hair falling in blonde waves on either side of her gorgeous face. When she reached my thighs, she stopped.

  “Now…where was I?” she asked.

  I swallowed hard. “Kissing me.”

  “Where?”

  I tapped my lips. “Here.”

  She grinned. “Oh…yeah. That’s right.” She ran her palms up my thighs. “I’m thinking maybe I’ll start over…down here.”

  And she kissed my thigh, just above my kneecap. And then higher. She pushed my other leg aside, and kissed around toward the inside of my thigh, her hands on either side of her mouth, fingernails gently scraping as she slid upward, kissing. It was hard to breathe when she did that, when she kissed me like that. Made it hard to think.

  “Temple—what are you doing to me?” I heard myself say.

  “Kissing you,” she answered, the words huffing against my inner thigh, inches from my balls. “Kissing you everywhere.”

  “You’re making me crazy.”

  “Good. I like it when you’re crazy.”

  “But I don’t—I don’t know how to handle it. It’s—fuck. It’s crazy.” I gasped helplessly as she breathed a hot breath across my balls and then kissed my opposite thigh mere millimeters away. “It’s too much.”

  One hand on each thigh, lips traipsing and teasing and kissing toward my hip, she paused when she reached my hipbone, glancing up at me. “Too much, huh?”

  “Yeah. I don’t know—It’s fucking crazy.”

  She laughed. “So you’ve said.”

  “It’s—it’s the way you’re kissing me. It’s not just the teasing, it’s—”

  Her eyes found mine, knife sharp and intense and fierce. “It’s us, Duke. That’s what you can’t handle. The way I’m kissing you? It’s because I’m kissing you like I…” she trailed off, swallowing hard.

  “Don’t say it, Temple.”

  “But that’s what it is, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, but…fuck. That’s what it is, and I know it, you know it, we both know it. But that doesn’t mean we have to say it. We can acknowledge it, but we don’t have to say it.”

  I was worried she’d take it the wrong way, thinking I was afraid of her, or of the word, or of commitment. And really, that’s what it was, that’s exactly what it was, all of it, and as soon as the words left my mouth, I felt panic hit, fear that she’d miss the deeper truth of what I was saying.

  “I know you’re afraid of this—”

  “One thing you should know about me is that I never back down from a challenge,” I said, interrupting her. “If I discover something I’m afraid of, I face it. I take it on, and I defeat it.”

  “I wasn’t doubting—”

  I brushed my thumb across her cheekbone. “My point is that fear doesn’t stop me. It doesn’t rule me, doesn’t own me.” I made sure she saw my eyes; saw the truth in my gaze. “Yeah, this shit between us scares me. But that won’t hold me back, Temple. I just—I’m not quite ready yet, even if I see things for what they are.”

  Temple’s eyes watered, and she blinked hard. “Duke, I—”

  “You don’t have to say anything, Temple. I just wanted to clarify.”

  She laughed. “You need to learn to let me get a word in edgewise every now and then.”

  Her hands resumed their exploratory caressing of my thighs, sliding up to cup the sides of my hips and brush the outsides of my buttocks and then tracing back down toward my knees, and then up again, her hands brushing inches from my cock, which was beginning to regain feeling, blood pumping through me and into my eager-for-more dick.

  I held still, letting Temple do what she wanted, curious to see where she’d take this.

  When I didn’t say anything else, she pressed a slow, damp kiss to the inside of my left thigh, so close to my groin now that her cheek brushed my balls as she kissed my leg. “What I was going to say, before you interrupted me, was that I know you’re afraid of this thing we’ve got, and so am I. And I agree. We don’t have to make it…that. It’s more than just fucking, but it doesn’t have to be labeled. Not yet. I’m not ready for that, either.”

  I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god.”

  “It’s crazy,” she said, “but it’s real, too, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.”

  I gasped again as she slid her mouth over my flesh up from inner thigh along my balls and the root of my cock to my belly, her cheek brushing me, her mouth leaving a wet trail along my skin. My cock was hardening, now, but she ignored it even though it was thickening and straightening against the side of her face. She kissed my belly just above the root of my cock, nudging my shaft out of the way with her cheek, and her hands caressed my abs, then slid down to follow the progress of her mouth, a hand on either side of her face. My cock was resting on top of the back of her hand, and now her mouth lifted and crossed over my dick and landed on my belly on the other side, kissing across to my hip, down to my thigh, and then back across to press light, wet, teasing, tongue-flicking kisses at the tender, sensitive crease
where my balls met my body.

  “Temple—” I wasn’t sure what her game was, but it felt incredible.

  I was fully hard now, and she’d only touched my cock incidentally.

  “Hush.” She slid up my body to lean over me, tips of her tits grazing my chest, and pressed two fingers to my lips. “Just…hold still and shut up.”

  I tucked my hands behind my head. “You got it, Fancy.”

  She kissed her way back down and then she glanced up at me, and then back to my cock, a smile spreading across her lips. Inching closer, she moved upward and opened her mouth, glancing up at me, so close to taking me in her mouth now that I was tensed, abs drawn inward in anticipation.

  “That’s what you want?” she breathed.

  “Fuck yeah,” I growled.

  She slid downward again; still so close I could feel her breath on my skin. Her hands scraped over my flesh on either side of my dick, and her mouth was opening and her tongue was snaking out to flick against the taut, sensitive flesh of my testicle. “How about that?”

  “God. Yeah, Princess. That too. Anything. Jesus, anything.”

  “You want this?” She flattened her hand palm down and rubbed it up the length of my cock. “Want me to touch you?”

  I couldn’t help flexing my hips. “Fuck—fuck…yeah.”

  Her tongue flickered out again, and then her lips pressed an almost-kiss to the outside of my sac. “You want me to take your balls in my mouth?”

  I was beyond words already, incapable of much more than an unintelligible grunt. “Unh…yeah…just like that—”

  She scraped the length of my cock from tip to root with a fingernail, and kissed my sac again, a slow, wet, full kiss. “I think I might like a little begging. You made me beg, well…how’s that phrase go? Turnabout is fair play?”

  I laughed, and the laugh turned to a groan as she teased another not quite touch along my cock and flicked her tongue against my sac yet again. “Fuck, Temple.”

  I didn’t beg. I’d never begged anyone for anything in my life.

  But when I hesitated, she took her hand away from my dick and moved her mouth away, went back to teasing, sliding her hand over my abs, close to my cock but not touching it, kissing just this close to my balls, but not quite there.

  And just like that, I realized I really would do anything for this girl. I’d cross every line I’d never been willing to cross for anyone else.

  Her eyes were on me, watching me process through it; she had a small, secret smile curving the perfect cupid’s bow of her lips. “Well?” She moved her mouth over me, breathing on my balls, up my shaft, then pressed her cheek to my belly so her mouth was in position to take me in, teasing, tongue flicking out against my tip. She made her voice deep, “‘Please, Temple, I’m begging you. Take my balls in your mouth. Please, please, put your hands on my big monster cock.’”

  I laughed, struggling to keep still, fighting the urge to pounce on her and make her beg. I wanted to pin her against the wall and fuck her senseless, wanted to pin her hands over her head and fuck her so slowly she’d beg me to let her come. Instead, I listened to Thresh’s advice: I went with it.

  “Temple, please. Touch me. Lick me, suck me, fuck me. Do whatever you want, just…please touch me.” I wasn’t faking it, wasn’t pretending, wasn’t just saying what she wanted to hear; I genuinely, deeply wanted to know what she wanted to do to me, wanted to feel what she wanted to give me. “I’m begging you Temple. Please, please touch me.”

  Her grin was ear-to-ear, pleased, thrilled, and still erotic. She took my cock in her mouth, and then immediately backed away, making a face. “Mmm—yuck…you taste like condom.”

  “Shit, I guess I would, huh?”

  Temple wrapped both hands around my shaft and stroked me tip to root, slowly. “That’s okay, because I can still do this…” and she twisted her hands slowly in opposite directions as she stroked me, over and over. “And this…” and then she took my sac into her mouth, bit by bit at first, just one side, kissing the flesh, tonguing me.

  Then, as her fists slid up my cock and plunged back down, she took more of my balls into her mouth and then back out. One of her hands cupped them, lifting them, caressing, and kept kissing and tonguing and taking the taut sensitive sac into her mouth; all the while her other hand was squeezing my cock, twisting around the head, brushing her thumb over the tip and then plunging down.

  It didn’t take long before I was fighting the urge to flex my hips, to fuck her hand, to make the push for orgasm.

  Only…Temple knew. She felt it, felt me tensing, felt something less tangible.

  The moment I felt that urge, she was crawling up toward the head of the bed, snagging a condom from the string and tearing it open. Kneeling beside me, she rolled it down my shaft,.

  “I need you inside me again, Duke,” she murmured. “But I want to do it my way, this time.”

  “This is all you,” I said. “Whatever you want, anything you want.”

  “Don’t move. Don’t touch me. Just…lay there.”

  I couldn’t help a grin. “Won’t work, sweetheart.”

  She frowned in confusion. “What won’t?”

  “Sex won’t ever be the same, now,” I said. “You won’t be able to just fuck me and be done. It’s gonna end up being more, just like it was before.”

  The smile that spread across her face then was sultry and secretive. “Oh, that’s not what I’m gonna do.”

  “No?”

  She shook her head, blond waves swaying. “Nope. I just want to make you…crazy. You like to be in control, you like to make sure I know who’s the boss. Well, I want you to know the same thing. You might be Mr. Big Macho Commando guy, but I’m Temple Kennedy. And you’re gonna let me take you my way.”

  There was no guile or falseness in my next words. “I’m yours to take, Temple. Show me your way.”

  She swung astride me like I was a horse, her hands bracing on my chest. Lifting up, she glided her pussy against my cock, grinding against me lightly, hips pivoting back and forth over me. Up, then, leaning over me, draping her breasts against my chest, pussy writhing against my abs. Higher, higher, fists in the pillow and her pussy on my diaphragm, dragging her big, round, silk-soft tits against my face, brushing me with them, rubbing one nipple against my mouth, over my lips, then the other.

  Goddamn, I wanted those tits in my hands, wanted to suckle those thick nipples into my mouth. I even let my hands come out from beneath my head, reaching for her.

  “Ah-ah,” she scolded, backing out of reach. “No touching. Not till I say you can.”

  I laced my fingers together beneath my head and forced myself to lay still. She pressed her slit along my shaft, ground herself against me, sliding the length of me through her damp opening. And again, instinct and need crashed through me, driving me to lift my hips, to try and get my cock inside her, to grab her hips and push into her—but I force myself into stillness with great difficulty.

  “Fuck, Temple. You’re killing me.”

  She leaned over me, face inches from mine, eyes on me, hot and sultry and fiercely erotic—her mouth drifted close to mine, and her tongue flicked over my lips, and then she teased a kiss to my lips. But before I could appreciate the softness of her mouth, the warmth of her breath, she was moving away, not quite kissing the corner of my mouth, and all the while her hips were driving back and forth, teasing, and grinding the length of my shaft between the plump damp lips of her pussy.

  A moan left her, and I realized then that this was as much tease and torture for her as it was me; somehow that made it easier to bear, and it was more erotic than ever, knowing how badly she wanted me and yet was still denying us both. The thrill was heightened; the intensity ramped up to insanity.

  She ground hard against me, pressing her pussy against my cock, rocking, seeking the perfect angle. Her hands were on my chest, her head hanging, eyes closed, mouth partially open, lips quivering. Her thighs quaked, and her tits shook. She kept rocking a
gainst me, shifting angles now and then, leaning forward then backward, tilting her hips. She was looking for the angle that would let her grind my cock against her clit so she could come, I realized.

  “Why don’t you just—” I started, but she had other ideas that didn’t include me talking.

  When I started talking, she lifted up and leaned forward to drape her breast against my face, dragging her erect nipple from my forehead my down to my lips, pressing her tit into my mouth to shut me up. I moaned in sheer bliss at the taste of her flesh, at the feel of all that soft, generous skin against my face…and then I moaned again because she’d taken my cock at the base and pulled it away from my body and was using me as a dildo. She pulled my cock in circles, rubbing the head against her clit, and immediately her moans turned to whimpers and her hips began gyrating as she toppled toward climax. I gritted my teeth and held everything back as hard as I could, focusing on lavishing worship on her tits. She let me suck and nip and lick at her left breast for a few moments and then slid her right tit into my mouth, arching her spine to press herself against me, both of her hands braced on my shoulders, fingernails digging into flesh and muscle sharply enough that I knew I’d have marks later—which I’d wear with pride.

  “Duke—” she gasped, hips pivoting back and forth wildly, her fist around my cock grinding the head against her clit faster and faster.

  It took everything I had to keep still, to hold back my own impending orgasm, to stop myself from crushing into her and taking her the way I wanted.

  This was better. She was moaning breathlessly, head hanging, hair a damp blond curtain obscuring her features as she writhed on top of me, using me to get herself off. She was seconds from coming—I could tell by the way she moved, the jerky, uncontrolled gyrations of her hips, the way her moans were turning to those high-pitched, out of breath shrieks.