Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Saving Sofia (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Underground Book 7)

by Becca Jameson

  He pressed his cock into the mattress, trying to keep from coming. He released her panties, letting them fall back into place over her pussy. And then he pressed his palm against her wet heat.

  “Roman. Oh, God. Roman. Please. I need you.”

  “I know, baby. And you’ll have me. When I say. Not before. Stop trying to control things. Let yourself go. Let me direct.”

  “Okaaay.” Her voice was soft. “Are you going to let me explore your body too? I want to touch you. Run my hands over the hard planes of your chest and abs. I want to hold your length, taste you.”

  “Mmm. That does sound nice. I’ll make you a deal. You hold still for me and let me take you over the edge first, and then I’ll flip onto my back and give you equal time.” Was he insane? He would never live through something like that.

  “Okay.”

  The truth was, he wanted her hands on his body too. He’d visualized her mouth wrapped around his cock so many times over the years that the fantasy had solidified itself in his mind.

  And here he was, in a position to make it a reality. And he wasn’t strong enough to turn it down.

  But first he wanted to take her to the moon. He could tell no one had ever given her the attention she deserved. No one had ensured she felt loved or desirable or sexy. No one had made her scream out uncontrollably from a deep penetrating orgasm that rocked her body.

  All that was about to change.

  He grabbed her panties and lowered them down her legs. As he tossed them aside, he let his gaze fall on her bare pussy for the first time. So precious.

  Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and dipped his tongue between her lower lips, dragging her moisture out and tasting her tangy sweetness. He continued to stroke her sensitive skin with his tongue until it flicked over her clit.

  She moaned. Her thighs shook. “Roman, I’m gonna come.”

  “That’s the idea.” He blew against her swollen clit and then sucked it into his mouth. Holding her firmly with both hands on her thighs, he closed his eyes and enjoyed every little jolt of her body. When her orgasm washed over her, he felt the pulses in her clit. Tiny little whimpers escaped her lips at the end of every shallow breath.

  Music.

  And he didn’t let up. That was just the beginning. He wanted her to come harder. He lessened the suction on her clit as the muscles in her thighs relaxed, but he didn’t release her. Afraid to let go of her leg and risk her trying to lift off the bed or close her thighs, he kept his fingers on the tender skin while lowering his thumb to her entrance.

  She stiffened as he slid into her channel, a long lower moan filling the room. “Roman…”

  Damn she was tight. He knew she would be, but Lord.

  He pressed his cock into the mattress, desperately trying not to come. He wanted to come in her hand or her mouth, not on the bed. But the taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her, the little sounds she made…

  He was losing the battle to hold it together.

  He pressed his thumb as deep as he could and angled it toward her G-spot.

  She screamed out.

  Oh yes. She was expressive. He loved it.

  He rapidly flicked his tongue over her captured clit and stroked her G-spot at the same time.

  Her hands suddenly landed on his shoulders.

  He smiled inwardly, wondering when that would happen.

  Instantly he pulled his thumb out and released her clit.

  She gasped, her eyes opening wide when he lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Did I say you could move your hands?”

  “No.” She swallowed, releasing him to hold her hands up as if she were under arrest. “Shit. Roman. Oh God. Don’t stop. Please.”

  He lifted his brows. “Told you I was dominant.”

  She shook her head. “I know. And it’s hot. I…forgot.”

  “You forgot? Or you were curious to find out what would happen if you disobeyed?” It took every ounce of his strength to keep his face schooled in a calm expression. She was so sexy all flustered, wondering what he would do and shivering with the need to come.

  Her rosy nipples were pebbled into stiff peaks. Her chest rose and fell gently with every breath.

  “I… I don’t know. But, Roman… Please.”

  “I’ll give you choices.”

  “Okaaay…”

  “You grab that headboard and don’t let go again while I make you come. And then I spank your sweet ass for the interruption. Or, I flip you over and spank you now until you come.”

  “Spank me?” Her eyes flew open wide.

  Fuck me. “Oh yeah. And you’re going to love it.”

  She licked her lips, though it appeared her mouth was too dry to moisten them. “You seriously want me to choose?”

  “Yep.”

  “And you think I would come from having you spank me?”

  “Oh, baby, I know you will.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t see that happening.”

  He grinned. “Okay, since you’re so doubtful and unable to make a quick choice, we’ll go with both.” He nodded toward the headboard. “Grab the rungs, Sofia. Do. Not. Let. Go. Again. If you do, I won’t let you come and I’ll spank you anyway but just enough to leave you very very frustrated and needy. I’ll only have to do that once.”

  She blinked. Time froze for a second. And then she lifted her arms and grabbed the headboard so tight her knuckles were white.

  “Good choice.” He dipped his face back to her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth again so fast she squealed. He wanted to reach deeper into her pussy, however, so he released one thigh and drew his hand between her legs to thrust two fingers into her tight warmth.

  Sofia probably had no idea how noisy she was. She moaned and whimpered and nearly cried out over and over while he brought her back to the edge. When her sounds dipped in pitch, he knew she was close, and he set his teeth gently on her clit.

  That was all it took. She climaxed instantly, a rush of her arousal coating his fingers. He released her clit to lap at her pussy, pulling his fingers out so he could fuck her with his tongue.

  She gasped and her body jerked, but she didn’t let go of the headboard.

  He didn’t want to give her time to think. Nor did he want her to lose the edge of euphoria she felt. So he lifted his face and grabbed her hips. “Let go now. Flip over.”

  She blinked, her fingers releasing the headboard. She was still high from the orgasm. Her body would not readily obey.

  He helped her onto her belly and then lifted her knees and bent them up under her until her ass was in the air.

  She drew her arms up to brace herself on her elbows, her face on the bed, her head tilted to one side to rest on her cheek.

  Roman set one knee between hers to keep her legs spread. He rubbed her ass with his palm, taking in her soft white skin for the first time. He needed to be gentle with her.

  “I’m going to spank you now. Gently at first. I won’t hurt you. Feel my palm on your bottom. The soft burn will bring you back to the edge.”

  She nodded but didn’t speak.

  He lifted his hand to land the first soft slap.

  She flinched and then sighed.

  “See. Not bad. Don’t stiffen.” He did it again. And then several more times, increasing the pressure with each strike.

  Pink spread across her bottom, making his cock so stiff he had to press it into her thigh to keep it from bobbing. He braced her with a hand on her lower back and continued to spank her, watching her subtle cues closely.

  She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and fought the moans that escaped anyway. So damn sexy. Her knees spread wider.

  He nearly came.

  She wanted this. Liked it. Craved it.

  She was submissive in every way. How long had she needed someone to take care of her and show her what it was like to be worshipped? Forever probably. Maybe she didn’t even know what she’d been waiting for. Needing. Craving.

  He would show her. He
would show her everything. He had one month. No, he would call his boss and make it two. And he would do everything in his power to make her whole and ready to face the world before he had to walk away.

  She thrust her ass into his palm with each strike.

  He was careful to keep the pressure at a minimum. The last thing he wanted to do was leave any marks that wouldn’t disappear in a few hours. She would feel the sting for the rest of the day, but it would only make her blush and crave more.

  Her breathing became ragged, and she lifted her face, her back dipping like a stretching kitty.

  He knew she was close, and he lowered his strikes so his palm hit the juncture of her thighs and her ass.

  Her mouth fell open, her eyes shut, her head angling back farther, elongating her neck. She needed more. Just a touch to send her over the edge one more time.

  He released her lower back, slid his arm around to her belly, and then smoothed his hand lower until his fingers toyed with her swollen lips.

  “Yes. Oh, God. Roman…”

  He spanked her faster, rapid strikes that weren’t hard enough to hurt, just a slight change to get her attention. The second he introduced two fingers to her pussy, she screamed.

  Yes. That’s what I wanted to hear.

  Her body shook violently, her pussy milking his fingers while he flattened his other hand on her ass and rubbed the pink skin. He added a third finger, stretching her tighter.

  Her pussy pulsed several more times before she relaxed her muscles and would have collapsed to the bed if he hadn’t been holding her up.

  He eased his fingers out of her, grasped her hips, and lowered her to the mattress.

  She didn’t move except to continue breathing heavily. Her hair hung across her face, blocking her eyes, nose, and mouth.

  He swiped the long locks off her cheek and tucked them behind her ear. And then he lowered himself to his side next to her and stroked a hand up and down her body, paying close attention to her heated bottom.

  When she finally blinked her eyes open and met his gaze, her expression was serious. “I can’t believe you did that.”

  He smiled. “Told you I would.”

  “That was so…hot.”

  “Yeah. It was from my vantage point too.”

  “You weren’t kidding.”

  “About what?” He’d told her so many things.

  “About showing me something new. You’re a dominant.”

  “Yes.”

  “And I’m ruined.”

  He cringed. He could lie and tell her, or himself, she would be fine. That there were other dominants in the world who could satisfy her needs when he left. But he wasn’t sure it was entirely true, and he couldn’t stand the thought of another man touching her anyway.

  She snaked out a hand and stroked his arm. “It’s okay, you know. I’ll be fine. I need this. You showed up at the right moment in my life. I might have fallen into a thousand tiny pieces if you hadn’t arrived precisely last night to rescue me from myself.

  “I don’t think it was an accident. And I know you’re going to leave me, but let’s ignore that for now and enjoy every second of time we have together. Please. I’ve never felt so strongly in my life.”

  He lowered his face and planted a kiss on her cheek, gently. She needed sleep. She probably hadn’t slept much in months. And besides the stress of what awaited her in her life, he’d just taken her deep into a place she’d never been before.

  Maybe it had been too soon and he should have waited, but it was done now. There was no going back. She needed aftercare and a nap.

  His cock ached, but it would have to wait. As soon as she fell asleep, he would slip from the room and take himself in hand.

  He lowered his head to the mattress, facing her, inches separating them, and continued to smooth his hand up and down her body. “Sleep, Sofia. Rest. You’re exhausted.”

  “You—”

  “I’ll be fine. Not going anywhere.”

  “No. Oh God.” She started to lift onto her elbows, but he pressed his palm between her shoulder blades.

  “Stop stressing. Rest.”

  “You said I could explore you after. You promised.”

  “And you can. After a nap.”

  She lowered back to the mattress, her brow furrowed. “Seems rather unfair.”

  “It’s part of D/s, baby. I chose to take you to the point of exhaustion fully knowing you would need to rest afterward. Stop worrying.”

  Her eyes fluttered shut. She fought it for a few more moments, but then her body relaxed into the mattress, her breathing evened out, and just like that she was asleep.

  Roman stayed for a while, staring at her glorious body, her smooth skin, her tangled curls spread across her neck and back, the pink glow of her sexy ass.

  He closed his eyes next to her, unwilling to stop touching her long enough to take care of himself. His cock eased back from the precipice enough that he thought he might live. And then he let himself rest beside her.

  After all, he’d arrived in Norfolk only yesterday after a ten-year case in Chicago that had left him depleted. He needed sleep at least as much as Sofia. And he let it take him under.

  Chapter 7

  Sofia blinked awake to find Roman sound asleep on his side next to her. His hand rested on her lower back.

  She smiled. She’d never been so comfortable or warm or relaxed. She purposefully shoved all thoughts of reality to the back of her mind to concentrate on this moment here with Roman.

  Judging by the light streaming across the room, it was midafternoon.

  She let her gaze roam up and down his frame for several moments, taking in his tight body. He was all planes and angles. When she let her gaze lower to his cock, she licked her lips. It was semi erect even in sleep.

  He hadn’t made love to her, and yet she’d had three fabulous orgasms at his hands. In fact, the slight burn across the skin of her ass reminded her how he’d made her come.

  She flushed at the memory of how hot it had been to have him spank her. Or was it the embarrassment of knowing she’d come completely undone under his palm?

  Either way, her face heated.

  A glance at his profile told her he was still out cold. His breathing was deep and slow. His lips were slightly parted. Full lips she’d enjoyed having all over her earlier.

  Her sex came alive again as if unaware she’d already been completely sated several times. She clenched her pussy, gritting her teeth to keep from moaning. She was pretty certain she screamed loud enough to shatter glass earlier.

  It was her turn. He’d said she could explore after. But then she’d been so tired. And he’d insisted she rest, and her eyes had been so heavy.

  Now though…

  She eased her torso away from him gradually so his hand slid to the mattress, freeing her. For a moment she thought he’d woken with the movement, but all he did was roll onto his back and sigh.

  Perfect.

  And damn. His cock lay half stiff against his thigh. Huge even partially erect. The soft hair surrounding his length was the same dark shade as the hair on his head. He kept his hair cropped close, probably to avoid drawing attention to his receding hairline. Though she didn’t know why he would bother. He’d probably been slowly losing the battle for twenty years. And it was sexy as hell.

  She knew he was fifty, but his body belonged to a man much younger. No one would believe he was that old. She, on the other hand, probably looked far older than thirty-five from the stress of the last few years alone.

  At the moment, she didn’t give a shit how old anyone was. She wasn’t tired anymore. She was eager to know this man’s body. And she intended to bring him awake—with her mouth.

  Carefully arranging herself lower on the bed next to his hips, she inhaled his scent. The clean fresh soap he used that morning. The edge of saltiness from being so close to the ocean. The musk of sex…

  She couldn’t wait any longer. She leaned over his body and licked a line from the
base to the tip of his cock.

  It swelled.

  She did it again.

  This time, he groaned softly.

  But when she sucked the tip between her lips, he flinched. His hand flew to her hair to tangle in the messy curls. “Damn, woman. Don’t you warn a guy?” His voice was husky with sleep. Not angry. Amused.

  “Mmm,” she responded around his cock as she sucked it deeper into her mouth.

  It shot from half erect to fully erect in moments. The stiff length had a ridge under it from the thick vein.

  She tongued the vein while she reached with her hand to grasp the base and hold him steady. There was no way she could fit him entirely in her mouth anyway. She had almost no experience with this, and he was too long.

  He didn’t seem to mind. His hand remained on her head, but he neither pushed nor pulled. Just gripped.

  Emboldened, she drew her body over his to straddle him, opening her pussy over his legs. The position made her horny and probably had been a bad idea, but she liked the way he reached with his free hand to stroke her breast.

  She eased her mouth off his cock until only the tip remained inside, swirled her tongue through the slit at the top, and then lowered back down, hollowing her cheeks to suck him harder.

  “Jesus, Sofia.”

  Assuming his tone meant he liked what she’d done, she did it again. The third time, he stopped her from descending by bucking upward, grabbing her under the arms and hauling her up his body.

  She pouted as he held her suspended above him, her pussy now resting over his length. “I was just getting started. It was my turn. You said—”

  He shook his head. “Another time. I don’t want to come in your mouth right now. I need to be inside you.”

  Well, if that’s what he wanted, she wasn’t going to complain. Already she nearly dripped with arousal from tasting him.

  While he studied her face, she reached between them, grasped his cock, lifted her hips a few inches, and lined him up with her entrance.

  Just as she was about to slide down his length, he grabbed her hips and stopped her. “Sofia. Woman. Shit.”