Claimed by Cipher (Grabbed Book 5)

by Lolita Lopez

  She was worth it.

  Brook sat up, her hands on his chest as she straddled his waist. Flushed and glassy-eyed with lust, she smiled down at him, and he knew in that moment he was a goner. Somehow, some way, he had found her. The one. The only one. He had never been the type to believe in fate but he had to wonder now. What were the odds that he would be the soldier sent to meet her?

  “May I undress you?” she asked softly. “I want to see you.”

  He nodded and sat up, his hands drifting lower to her bare bottom. She breathed harder as he caressed her curves. The urge to flip her over, spread her legs and bury his face in her pussy nearly overwhelmed him.

  Still straddling him, she grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it free from his pants. Her nimble fingers moved along the row of buttons lining his shirt before she pushed it off his shoulders and dragged it down his arms. She pulled off his undershirt next and tossed it aside. Her eyes widened with appreciation at the sight of his bare chest. Her smaller hands were so warm and soft as they glided over his skin. She traced his battle scars, her face darkening with sympathy as she ran her fingers over each ridge and bump. “These must have hurt.”

  “They did.” He gave in to the desire to feel her hair. Taking the end of her loose braid in hand, he uncurled the tie holding it together and let it fall to the floor. He unwound the long strands of her dark hair until they were free and hanging in waves around her shoulders and back. He brushed his fingers through them, enjoying the silky feel on his skin. “Will you wear this down for me?”

  Her hands moved to his shoulders, and she leaned forward until her lips nearly touched his. “Yes.”

  His mouth curved to a smile as she pressed her lush lips to his. Unpracticed and uncertain, she kissed him lightly at first. She grew bolder and flicked her tongue in a way that had him instantly opening to her, welcoming her exploration. She moaned into his mouth when her nipples touched his chest, and he gripped her waist, desperate to keep her right there.

  “Cipher,” she whispered and rocked her body against his. His stiff cock tented the front of his pants and gave her something to rub against. He could already smell her arousal, could feel the heat of her through his pants. The thought of having her slick cunt gliding over his shaft left him dizzy with lust.

  When her hands fumbled with his belt, he reached down to help her. She smiled shyly as their hands worked together to rid him of his pants only to have them get caught on his boots. He cursed under his breath, and she giggled, the sound so pure and sweet that his frustration fled. She shimmied down his body and off the chair. “Let me help.”

  Leaning on his elbows, he watched as she knelt at his feet and unzipped his boots. She tugged them off and set them aside before peeling away his socks and placing them inside his boots. Taking hold of his pants, she pulled them the rest of the way off his legs. She folded and placed them on the floor next to his boots. Her tremulous gaze met his heated one as she grasped the waistband of his boxer-briefs and began to lower them.

  She gasped when his cock sprang free. In a shocked and breathless rush, she asked, “Are they all this big?”

  He snorted at her reaction. “Up here? On this ship? Yes.”

  She stared at his penis for a moment before turning doubtful. “I don’t think this is going to work, sir. I mean...look.”

  He bit back a groan as she measured his shaft with her hands and then placed them against her own body, showing him just how deep the length of him would be once he was inside her. “It will work,” he assured her. “We’ll take it easy.”

  She remained unconvinced but nodded nonetheless. Taking hold of his underwear, she dragged them down his thighs and off his legs, placing them on top of his pants. She sat back on her heels, her palms naturally resting on her knees in a submissive pose that made his heart race. She smiled shyly up at him, and he didn’t even try to hold back.

  “You’re utterly fucking perfect.” He wanted her to know how special she was to him. “Absolutely perfect.”

  Blushing, she lowered her gaze. “Sir...”

  He silenced her protest with a stroke of his fingers down her cheek. “Believe what I tell you, Brook. I won’t ever lie to you. In here, especially, we have to trust each other. We have to be honest. Can you promise me that?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl. Now, stand up and turn around for me.”

  She did as he asked, rising gracefully from the floor and pivoting away from him to face the mirror. He placed his hands on her waist and gently guided her back toward the chair. She placed her trust in him as he lowered her down onto his lap and draped her legs over his thighs. He shifted and moved his cock between their bodies, pressed against her bottom and lower back, keeping it out of the way so he could concentrate only on her.

  He could feel her breathing faster, shallower. She met his gaze in the mirror directly in front of them. Her skin had flushed a dark shade of pink at the realization that he could see all of her secret places. She leaned back against him, turning her head to look up at him, and he lowered his face until their lips met in a sensual kiss. He let his hands roam her body, caressing up her belly and chest to cup her breasts. “Have you ever been this far with another man?”

  “No,” she answered breathlessly.

  “If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me.” He held her gaze in the mirror to make sure she understood. “It won’t upset me in any way if you tell me to stop.”

  She placed her smaller hands over his. “What if I ask you not to stop?”

  “Then I definitely won’t,” he murmured against her lips. She met his seeking kiss with a grin that made him want her even more. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples and asked, “Do you touch yourself? Make yourself come?”

  “Sir!” she gasped against his mouth as her face turned bright red.

  “It’s not shameful, Brook. It’s a normal, healthy thing to do.” He slid his hands down her ribcage and then her lower belly. “We’re supposed to enjoy our bodies.” He moved his hands to her thighs, stroking down toward her knees before sweeping back up toward her belly. “If you can show me how you like to be touched, we can enjoy our bodies together.”

  As if overcome with embarrassment, she buried her face in his neck. He stroked her soft skin until she finally admitted, “I try sometimes, but it doesn’t ever happen.”

  “It? You mean an orgasm?”

  She nodded against his neck. “It feels good, but I think I’m doing it wrong.”

  He had a feeling she was too wound up to let go. “Show me.”

  Still keeping her face shielded, she shook her head. “I can’t.”

  “How about I touch you, and you tell me what feels good and what doesn’t?” He kept his hands on her upper thighs. “Is that okay?”

  “Yes.”

  Wanting to set her at ease, he caressed her thighs and placed light kisses along her neck. She sighed and nuzzled into him, her plump lips grazing against the pulsing vein in his throat. He let his hands glide higher, sweeping up to her belly and breasts and then back down to her thighs. He turned them as traveled back up her body, letting his fingers run along the curve of her inner thighs. She inhaled a shaky breath as he drew closer to her pussy, but he switched the motion at the last second and moved his hands toward the tops of her thighs and back up to her belly and breasts. He repeated the motion a few times, enjoying the trembling breaths that tickled his neck as he drew closer and closer to her sex.

  Finally, he let his hands move right where they both wanted them. She sucked in a sharp breath as he started to stroke her labia and trace the seam of her cunt. He caught her watching them in the mirror and gently spread her outer lips, showing her what she looked like. “Have you ever seen yourself like this?”

  She swallowed hard. “No, sir.”

  “Look,” he commanded. “Look at how pretty your pussy is, Brook. Pink and wet and soft.” He swirled a finger around her opening. With his fingertip no
w slick, he eased his way back to her clit and traced a half circle along the top and sides. He kept up the simple motion, gliding over the hood and letting her get used to the sensation. She clutched at his legs, anchoring herself to his thighs with her hands. He took that as a good sign and kept stroking her clit.

  With one hand moving between her breasts and belly, he used the other to tease her with light circles. She watched him in the mirror, her eyes dark with desire. The heady scent of her arousal filled the air, and he could feel her growing wetter and wetter under his fingertips. Her breathing shifted, and she rocked her hips. Reading her reactions, he changed the movement of his fingertip to a side-to-side motion. Trembling, she gasped and curled her toes against his calves. “Cipher!”

  “Let go,” he urged.

  “I can’t.”

  “You can.” He nuzzled her neck. “Close your eyes and let go, baby girl.”

  She did exactly as he commanded. As she cried out her joy, he grazed his teeth along her neck. She was so beautiful as she came, rocking and shuddering on his lap. He watched the flush creep along her skin and pinched her nipples to give her a bite of pain with the pleasure. When she whimpered and tried to pull away from his hand, he cupped her sex and placed soft kisses on her shoulder.

  Before he could ask her if she was okay, she turned quickly, straddling him and dripping her slick heat all over his throbbing cock. She crashed her mouth to his and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body to his. Her unsteady and unpracticed kisses were sweeter than any he had ever received, and he let her take control. His hands settled on her bottom as their tongues dueled, and he let his fingers brush between her cheeks, touching her in a place that she likely considered taboo. She shuddered and pressed into his hand, silently showing him that she wasn’t afraid of trying new things.

  Her hand slid down between their bodies, and she grasped his cock. The feeling rocked him to the core, and he dropped back on the curved sofa, dragging her right along with him. She wiggled her hips and trapped his shaft between the puffy lips of her cunt. He growled, and she grew emboldened, wiggling her hips even more. She reacted with the same enthusiasm as she realized how good it felt to rub herself along his erection.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as she moved back and forth. Her slick heat glided along the underside of his shaft, and she swiveled her hips, grinding her clit against the head of his cock. It felt incredible for him, and judging by the look on her face, it was even better for her. He wanted to slide her forward a little higher and thrust into her, but she was enjoying herself too much. He wanted to watch her come apart on top of him. “Brook. Fuck. Don’t stop. Keep going, baby. Make yourself come on my cock.”

  “Cipher,” she whimpered and scratched at his chest. She held his gaze as she moved faster, using him to chase her climax. She was so wet and making a mess of them both as she rocked and swiveled, grinding and smashing until they were both grunting. Her legs started to shake on either side of his hips, and she clutched one of his hands, bringing it to her chest and holding so tight her knuckles turned white. “Cipher!”

  Hearing her call out his name as she orgasmed sent him reeling over the edge. He thrust up against her pussy and painted her lower belly with his seed. He groaned as he pumped out his pleasure in long pent-up waves. She held his gaze and his hand as she moved slowly, swiveling until they were both panting and spent.

  She fell forward on top of him, nestling her head in the crook of his shoulder. Neither cared about the mess between them. He stroked her back and combed his fingers through her hair as she fought to catch her breath and come down from the high of her back-to-back climaxes. When she finally roused, lifting her head and catching his gaze, she had a mischievous grin on her face. “Can we do that again?”

  He laughed and dragged her mouth to his, claiming it with a sensual kiss that promised more. “Give me fifteen minutes and a water break.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Brook waited impatiently for Cipher to return to the bedroom. After tidying up their hastily discarded clothing, she had ducked into the bathroom to clean up while he left for the water break he had negotiated. Her entire body vibrated with excitement as she knelt on the bed, hands on her knees as she watched the door with mounting anticipation. She had known that it would feel good to have an orgasm, but she hadn’t realized it would feel like that.

  It was like free falling, like being weightless and bathed in sunshine. She wanted to feel it again and again. She wanted to share that feeling with Cipher over and over until they were boneless and exhausted. She wanted to experience the stretch and burn of his huge cock sliding into her and come with him closer than any other person had ever been to her.

  When he finally appeared in the doorway, an almost empty glass of water in his hand, she perked up and grinned. “I think that was more than fifteen minutes.”

  “I’ll make it up to you,” he promised before downing the water and setting the glass on the bedside table built into the wall. In the next instant, he was on the bed and crawling toward her. She giggled as he gave her a little shove, sending her onto her back, and grasped her ankle, tugging her right into the middle of the bed where he wanted her.

  When his hands disappeared under the pillows, she didn’t think much of it, but then she felt something against her wrists and jerked her head away from his to see what he was doing. She spotted the lined leather cuff a heartbeat before it was locked around her wrist and then secured to one of the rings on the headboard. Showing his skill at apprehending terrorists, he quickly secured the other one. She swallowed nervously. “Sir?”

  “If you don’t like it, just ask me to stop and I’ll unlock them,” he promised. He ran his hands along her sides and admitted, “I’ve wanted to cuff you to my bed since the night I met you.”

  She melted at his admission. Knowing he would never hurt her, she said, “I trust you.”

  “I will never do anything to break that trust.” He sealed his vow with a scorching kiss. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as they kissed. She shivered as his skillful fingers ran down her ribcage. Trapped under his bigger, harder body, she reveled in the way he made her feel so small and protected. Life on the mountain had always been so uncertain, and for the first time since her father’s death, she felt calm and safe. No matter what the future brought, Cipher would take care of her.

  And—oh, hell—he was really taking care of her right now.

  His talented mouth skimmed her throat and danced between her breasts. She gasped at the feel of his mouth on her nipples. He licked and suckled and then teethed the peaks until she panted with need. His mouth moved lower, trailing ticklish kisses down the slope of her belly, around her navel and then on the crest of each hip. When he slid even lower, she raised her head to watch him. She had heard people talk about using their mouths down there, but it had always seemed strange and uncomfortable to her.

  Now, it seemed like the most natural and wonderful thing in the world. She didn’t fight Cipher as he pushed her thighs apart and stared hungrily at her. He groaned low in his throat and said, “I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream.”

  She blushed hotly, wondering if she would ever get used to hearing him say such filthy things. He pressed her thighs even farther apart with his broad shoulders and used his fingers to spread her open. The first swipe of his firm tongue had her crying out in shock. It felt incredible. It was like nothing she had ever experienced or imagined. His tongue was firm and warm as he lapped at the little nub that gave her so much pleasure. It was a completely different feeling than his fingers, and she couldn’t decide which she liked better.

  His tongue traveled from her clitoris to her opening, darting inside and tasting her in a way that made her squeal. Cipher laughed against her pussy, the vibrations making everything feel even better in the most delicious way. He used his tongue the way she imagined he would soon use his cock, thrusting in and out until her thighs were shaking and her feet were arched off the bed.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he moved away his tongue back up to her clit.

  “Sir!” It seemed so easy and right to call him that as he mastered her body. He fluttered his tongue over the pink pearl that had already given her so much pleasure, and she inhaled a ragged breath. Her entire body thrummed with anticipation. Deep in her belly, an invisible wire coiled tight, like the trigger mechanism for a timed explosion. She didn’t try to fight the overwhelming sensation Cipher created with his tongue. She gave into it, surrendering to him and everything he had to offer.

  Her climax knocked the air right out of her lungs. Her hips lifted from the bed, pressing her sex against this wonderful mouth, and she tugged at her bonds, simultaneously loving and hating the restraints. Held in place with the cuffs, she couldn’t escape as he changed his tactic and sucked her clit. The sensation overwhelmed her, but she was brought right back into her body when he slid a finger into her soaking channel.

  It was the first time she had ever had anything inside her. It felt strange at first but coupled with his flicking tongue, it began to feel very, very good. She moaned as he did wicked things with his mouth and worked his thick finger in and out of her. She lifted her head and watched as he pleasured her with his tongue and hand. Even restrained in cuffs, she felt powerful. This incredibly strong man was on his belly with his face buried between her legs and giving her pleasure. She knew, deep down inside, that with one word, she could stop him. She could have her orgasm and then ask him to leave her be—and he would. There was power in her submission, and it made her feel safe.

  When he added a second finger, she lost it. Head thrown back, she closed her eyes and focused only on the feel of his mouth and fingers working her closer and closer to the edge. That flutter of euphoria began to quiver in her belly, and she chased after it, surrendering to Cipher until she screamed. His name echoed off the walls of their room, and she strained against the cuffs, rocking her hips while the waves of pleasure rolled through her body.