Sabotage: A Vigilante Justice Novel

by Kristin Harte

  “Come on, beauty,” he said, driving his fingers inside of me faster, keeping his thumb on my clit as he pushed me further and further up the hill. “I want to see you come. I need to hear you scream my name. I promised I’d make you, and I’m a man of my word.”

  I chuckled, trying hard to argue, but really, it was exactly that on the tip of my tongue. His name. The word I wanted to chant as he controlled my body, as he tore away everything between us and brought us together for this moment. His scent covered me, his heat warmed me, and his body made me feel so fucking good—of course I wanted to taste his name on my lips as I crashed.

  And I did.

  With a flick of his thumb, Parris broke me. Sent me flying as quivers rocked my body. My legs clamped closed around his head, holding him to me, and I grabbed hold and held on to him as best I could. I didn’t scream, though. There were little ears in the house that might have heard me. And no matter how good the man had made me feel, that was a thought that never left my mind. Something I couldn’t forget.

  “I’m disappointed,” Parris said as soon as I began to calm down, as soon as I released him from my grip, even as he kept teasing me with slow, shallow thrusts of his fingers. “You didn’t even have to bite your arm to keep from screaming.”

  I huffed a laugh, already wanting more. Already needing to feel him on me. Inside of me. Pinning me down and taking what he needed from me. Yeah, that had to happen. “Maybe next time. Speaking of which…”

  I tugged him up the length of my body, pulling his hand free from between my legs and forcing him to rise to his knees. Kissing him deeply so I could get a taste of myself on his lips. So I could experience us together. Only breaking away to whisper, “I really hope you have a condom on you.”

  Parris froze, the stark look falling over his face telling me his answer before he could.

  I couldn’t believe it. “Seriously?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t carry them around with me.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’m not a manwhore, beauty. I don’t just fuck anything with a pussy that comes toward me.”

  That totally didn’t fit my image of the man. “Are you telling me you’re selective in who you decide to fornicate with?”

  He laughed out loud at that one. “Good goddamn, you’re fun.” He ran his hands up my thighs again, this time grabbing my ass. Massaging me. “I still need to make you scream.”

  “I don’t have any condoms, though, and I’m not on anything.”

  He shook his head, breathing over my breast. The moist heat of his mouth seeping through the thin cotton of the shirt I still wore. “We don’t need anything.”

  I jerked back, pressing my hand to his forehead and holding him in place. “Parris, we can’t—”

  “I’m not a boy,” he said, a growl in his voice. “I wouldn’t fuck you without protection and risk you getting pregnant like that. You think I don’t know the position that would put you in?” He leaned in as soon as my arm relaxed, kissing me on the lips once more. “I’m going to make you scream tonight, beauty. And I’m going to do it without coming inside of you.”

  Parris always seemed to be taking me by surprise, but this—his understanding of my hesitancy to have unprotected sex—took the cake. “You’re serious?”

  He kissed me again, moaning slightly when I bit his bottom lip. “Sure. I mean, I have no problem fucking that ass so long as you’re down with it.”

  Parris laughed and held me still as I bucked against him, trying my hardest to get away.

  “That’s not an option, mister.”

  “No?” He slipped a hand deeper under me, teasing my crack with his fingers. “You might like it.”

  “I might punch you in the face.”

  “Kinky.” He moved back, taking me with him. Rising to his feet and carrying me as if I weighed nothing. “Come on, beauty. I can’t fuck your ass on this couch.”

  “Parris, I swear on everything I own, if you even try—”

  He dropped me. Not on the floor but on the bed, letting me fall to the soft surface and bounce as he crawled over me. Pushing me up the mattress so he could cover me with his heat and weight. Stopping my words and leaving me breathless when he stared down at me with those blue eyes I’d come to like so much.

  “Beauty,” he said, his voice calm and deep. Sure. “I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. But I will make you scream. I made you a promise for that, and I fully intend to keep it. Besides, I’ve been wanting to come because of you for days. And not just by my own hand.” He licked a trail up my neck, stopping to bite my earlobe before he whispered, “Though that hasn’t been too bad either. Jacking off to thoughts of you has been pretty fucking hot. Thanks for wearing those jeans—they make your ass look downright bitable.”

  I groaned as he began to rock against me, dragging his thick cock over my wet flesh. Teasing me. I had no idea what he intended to do, but I was in. Didn’t matter. I wanted to feel that deep release again and see him get his. I had a feeling the man had an incredible O-face.

  “You were right about one thing,” I said, arching harder.

  “What’s that?”

  “I do have toys. And you’re not the only one needing a little release because of seeing something you like in a good pair of jeans.”

  He groaned, rocking harder. Gripping my hips with a hold just over the edge of painful. I didn’t stop him, though. Instead, I pulled my knees up, adjusting the angle so he could hit the best parts just right. Shaking as he nudged my clit with the head of his dick. Squeaking out a cut-off moan when he rubbed over my clit and made sparkles appear behind my eyes.

  “That good?” He drove a little harder, his actions deliberate and careful. Pumping his hips faster when I nodded, when I reached out to hang on to his shoulders. Not sliding too far down but definitely putting us into the realm of some sort of sexual act without penetration. I adjusted my grip, squeezing him closer, bringing our bodies together from shoulders to hips and tightening my legs around him.

  “I wish you were inside me right now.”

  He lurched forward, a growl in his voice as he said, “Fuck, beauty, me too. I want to come so bad. You’re just so wet and soft and… Fuck, I gotta come.”

  “So, come. I want you to.”

  He shook his head, grunting as I met his thrusts. “Have to make you scream first.”

  He jerked back and down my body, burying his face in my pussy once more with a groan that I felt in my spine. But this time, there was nothing gentle or building about his attack. He came at me full force—three fingers inside, his mouth pressed against my clit and sucking hard, and his thumb…held tight against my asshole.

  “Parris, I don’t… I can’t…”

  I couldn’t speak, and he didn’t let up enough to answer me. Every nerve ending in my body fired, every ounce of desire and need and craving swirling together to feed this tsunami of sensation about to crash over me. It took no time, this attack by him. None at all until I was a tumbling, pulsing mass of girl riding his hand and face as I came all over him.

  And pressed the pillow against my face to deaden the sound of me screaming his name.

  “Fuck.” Parris jumped to his knees, his heavy cock in his hand. Stroking quickly and with a grip much tighter than I would have though comfortable. “Gotta come. Need to come.”

  But he’d just given me the best orgasm of my life. I couldn’t make him come alone. So I sat up, and I added my hand to his. Following his rhythm and pressure. Leaning in to take the tip into my mouth as he grabbed my head and slowed. As he gently, carefully, fucked my face.

  “Lean back. There you go.” He sped up a little, not pushing too deep but letting me lead as I sucked. As I tightened my lips around him and hummed. My hand kept a similar pace at the base of him, twisting and sliding to bring him closer to his own release. Holding on to the thick, hot flesh as I adjusted my position to give him everything I could.

  It was when his legs started to shake that th
e dam broke. That the words tumbled straight out of that filthy mouth of his. “Fuck, beauty. Those dick-sucking lips look so good wrapped around my cock. I want to get you on your hands and knees to really fuck that mouth of yours. Want to wake up in the middle of the night buried inside your throat. Damn, your suck is good. So good. A little more. Suck me deeper.”

  He growled and shifted us again, his knees on either side of mine as he fucked into my mouth. Deeper and harder as I held on to his hips and dug my fingers into the flesh of his ass. As I took everything he had to give me and moaned for more.

  He must have liked that—the moaning—because he cursed under his breath and grabbed my hair. Tightening his hold and moving my head how he needed to. Cupping my face with his other hand and rubbing a thumb over my cheek. Hard and soft, brutal and gentle. That was my Parris—a dichotomy in human form. And I found that way too fucking hot to resist.

  “Gonna come,” Parris grunted suddenly, losing his rhythm and speeding up his breaths. “Gonna come, gonna come, gonna—fuck.”

  He pulled out of my mouth, his hand dropping to stroke his cock a few more times. Coming all over my shirt. The one I hadn’t taken off. The one still covering me as if I’d been too shy to strip fully for him. Somewhere deep inside of me, I really wished I had removed it. That I could catch a glimpse of his come on my breasts. That I could have that debauched image to remember.

  Next time.

  “Damn, beauty.” Parris collapsed beside me, breathing hard and reaching for my hips. Tugging me closer. “That mouth should be labeled as some sort of weapon.”

  As if mine were the only one. “Ditto, sir.”

  He chuckled and wrapped himself around me, enveloping me in a warmth I hadn’t expected. “You kept your shirt on.”

  “Yeah.”

  “It was hot.”

  “Really?”

  “Made me think you were trying to hide a little of yourself from me. Like you were shy or some shit.” He bit me, making me jump at that shot of pleasure-pain. “Like I gotta work up to seeing you fully naked.”

  This man was going to have me ready to go again in seconds if he didn’t quit, not that I wanted him to. “And that’s hot? Making you work for it?”

  “I like goals.” He sighed, slipping his hands up under the shirt to palm my back. “First, I made you scream. Next, I’ll get you to take this off so you can show me your tits.”

  “You’re quite the charmer.” But I couldn’t stop laughing. This man was rough around the edges, but there was a soft side there too. One no one else got to see. One that made me feel special and cared for. Even if I didn’t know anything about him.

  I mean, he was a snuggler. How bad could he really be?

  “Parris?”

  “Yeah, beauty.”

  “Thanks for making me scream.”

  He laughed and kissed the top of my head. “Thanks for letting me fuck your face. Next time, I’ll bring condoms.”

  “I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Me too.”

  Chapter Twelve

  PARRIS

  I WOKE up hard as stone with a soft, warm ass pressed against my cock. Mercy slept soundly, cuddled in tight to my body. The feel of her, knowing she was right there next to me, wasn’t enough, though. I still wanted to make her mine. Wanted to fuck her hard and deep, to come inside her. Feel her quivering all around me as I pushed her over the edge. I wanted her eyes on mine in the morning and her kiss to be the last thing I felt before sleep took me. I wanted snuggling and eating her pussy and her lips around my cock and her laugh as I stripped her down. I wanted a life with her. All of it.

  I wanted her.

  Unable to stop, the desires coursing through me driving my actions, I rolled my beauty underneath me, rubbing my body over hers as I bent to take a thick nipple into my mouth. I sucked her hard, using my teeth to give her a little friction as she moaned. Popping off when I heard a gasp that told me she was awake.

  “Can you be quiet?” I asked, still rocking my hips into hers. Slipping my cock through the wetness of her pussy but not entering her. Not crossing that line. Not yet. Someday, I’d ride her bare. Someday, we’d be wanting whatever our union could bring us. Today was not that day, so I held back.

  Mercy nodded her answer and grabbed me by the shoulders, pulling me up her body to press her sweet lips to mine in a kiss that seared me to my soul. This moment—in the dark with this woman in my arms—was it for me. No, not just it—everything. Mercy Bell had exploded into my life and become the meaning behind it, the reason to keep going. My true north. Even without actual sex, with only what we could do to each other with hands and mouths, this had been the greatest sexual experience of my life, and there would never be enough. I would never stop wanting more from her, craving her. Needing to grab that ass and hold her against me. Wishing for more contact, more touch, more feel of her.

  Mine. She was mine. And knowing I was hers as well might have been the hottest and most terrifying thing ever.

  Mercy pulled her knees up, bracketing my chest as I kept rolling into the cradle of her hips. As I teased her with pressure and lift, with my cock against her. On one thrust, she adjusted a little too far, and I slipped inside. Just the tip, but we both froze, both gripping the other and moaning as if that small connection, that breach, was the greatest sensation in the history of sex. And it was. To me, and hopefully to her. I wanted more, but I couldn’t. We couldn’t.

  Not yet.

  “I won’t do that to you,” I whispered as I pulled back out and wedged a hand between us to realign my cock in a safer spot. “I won’t give you another baby until I know you’re ready for one.”

  Mercy kept those light eyes on mine, looking so sweet and vulnerable and perfect as she murmured my name.

  “Parris—”

  “A boy does that,” I said, kissing her again. Closing my eyes as tingles burned their way up my spine. This woman was so hot all over, she practically melted me. There was nothing like her heat. “I’m a man. I would never hurt you that way. I would never abandon the family I made. I promise you, Mercy.”

  “Oh fuck,” she said as she circled her hips into mine, arching her back and thrusting to meet my movements. Losing control of herself and doing what she could to ride me. “Someday. When you’re really mine.”

  That word on her lips—priceless.

  “I am yours. I will always be yours.” I rocked into her again, slower this time. Not trusting myself after feeling the slick heat of her around the tip. After being that much closer to burying myself inside her. Fuck, I wanted to. Wanted to so badly, I almost broke. Almost pressed myself deep inside her. I resisted, though it took me backing away to do it. Took me holding my breath, needing a few minutes of calm before I could ease into the motion we both needed.

  Mercy kept holding me through all of it, kept that hot little body pressed against mine and her hands gripping me tight. And when I began to move again, when I leashed the beast of my control and let myself tease her once more, she groaned and moved with me. Pulling me down to rest more weight on her, burying her face in my neck as I increased my pace. As I pumped with more force, more speed—with everything I had so I could watch this girl get off. I loved to see her come.

  “This right here,” I said, groaning under my breath as her pussy positively soaked me. “This is mine. All of you, all of this. I want the pussy—you know how much I want the pussy—but I want you too. I’ll do right by you, beauty. I’ll spoil you rotten and treat you like a queen, then bring you to bed at night and fuck you like you need me to. Nice and hard and deep. Filthy. I’ll make this pussy weep for me every night once you’re mine for real.”

  I grabbed her hips and tugged her against me as I thrust forward, grinning when she bit her arm. Knowing she wanted to chant something—oh or god or my name. Whatever. Words wanted to form, and she couldn’t let that happen because of little ears right down the hallway. That was fine, though when she dropped that arm, I swear I heard her say she w
as mine. My gut plummeted, my entire body going cold on me. Mine. She’d said she was mine. Quietly, softly…as if she didn’t want me to actually hear the words. As if it were an admission she wasn’t truly ready to make. I’d take it, though. Bank those words and honor them. I’d live up to what it meant to be hers in every way I knew how, starting with making sure she got to come before I did. Giving before taking.

  I slipped a hand between us again and pressed a finger against her clit, rubbing hard as I rocked my hips into hers. As I laid my cock along the length of her opening and gave her the pressure she needed. And fuck, she felt so good. Hot and wet and ready for me. Too ready. The urge to slip in again—to bury my cock inside of her tight heat—dug its claws into my mind, so I pulled away. Giving her my hand instead. Thrusting two fingers deep and curling them, searching for a spot that would make her want to scream some more. Keeping my thumb against her clit and rubbing as I humped the fucking mattress and hoped to last even just a few seconds longer than she did because I was close. Hard and leaking and so damn ready to explode.

  The sounds of my fingers invading her body, of the wetness sucking me in, filled the quiet of the night. A top note to the background of our heavy breaths and whispered curses. She was close. Her legs had begun to shake, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open, both signs I’d already picked up on. A few more thrusts, a little more pressure, and I’d have her. She’d break for sure. I just needed—

  “Fuck, Parris,” she said, far louder than she probably should have. She tossed her arm over her face and covered her mouth, making me chuckle even as her pussy locked down on my fingers. As her slick walls clenched and released around me. As she came all over my hand.

  Hottest thing ever.

  I jumped up her body, lining myself up to slide between those soft pussy lips again. Coating myself in her wetness as she twitched and moaned and got hers. As I teased her clit just a little more, rubbed the head of my cock on it and forced every shudder from her body. It didn’t take me long to follow her, just a couple of thrusts before I dove forward, holding my weight on my arms as I fought back the urge to roar like a fucking beast. Making sure to come on her stomach instead of near her pussy just in case. Honoring my promise to her—I’d give her a baby when she was ready. I’d give her ten of them if she wanted me to. But not yet. Not until I knew she was good and truly mine and I was hers. Not until I could give her more of a commitment than some words whispered in the heat of passion. She deserved better than that.