by Lora Leigh
Tehya jerked, her fingers tightening in his hair, as she cried out his name, her voice broken, hunger throbbing through it. His finger slipped inside the snug anal entrance, felt the tender musles tighten as tongue fucked inside her pussy. Her juices spilled to his tongue, eased past it and spilled to the cleft of her rear where he caught it, eased it further back and used the slick essence to penetrate her snug ass deeper.
His fingers pulled back, gathered more of the rich, lush cream and drew it back again, tucking his finger against that tender entrance as he dragged his tongue back from the sweetness of her pussy. He wanted to watch the intimate penetration, watch her take him with greedy hunger.
“Jordan.” She wailed his name again, her hips arching, bearing down against the shallow penetration of his fingertip easing inside the tiny anal entrance.
“God, Tehya,” he groaned, using his thumb to drag more of her juices to his finger before easing further inside her. He delivered another heated kiss to her clit, as his finger pulled back then impaled her once again as the tender bud of her clit drew him again.
It was swollen, throbbing, a tempting, pink little sweet that drew his lips, his tongue, as he fucked her rear with gentle strokes of his finger, loving the tight heat that gripped it.
He’d once thought he preferred a silent lover. Until Tehya. He’d watched the restraint he’d always seen her use disintegrate beneath his caresses. Listened to her sultry cries and knew he’d never again be satisfied with less.
Licking the silken, bare flesh of her pussy made a hunger unlike anything he had ever known before build inside him. Taking her rear with his fingers, feeling her, hearing her pleasure stroked his senses. Her fingers pulled at his hair, her thighs parted further for him as his finger slipped further inside the delicate opening of her ass and his tongue returned to the clenched entrance of her pussy.
“You’re killing me,” she panted, the sound of her pleasure causing his muscles to tense as he fought to hold back the ravenous urges clawing at his dick.
He needed to fuck her. If he didn’t get his dick inside her he was going to die from the need.
He had to force himself to pull his finger back from her rear, but he couldn’t force his lips from her pussy. Moving back to the throbbing bud of her clit, he closed his lips around it and drew it into his mouth, sucking it, laving it with his tongue as a growling moan vibrated in his throat. He was starving for her, desperate for more.
He felt her orgasm rising. As he tucked the tips of two fingers against the flexing entrance to her pussy, he could feel the fragile tissue clenching, her juices flowing, as her hips began to grind against his lips. She was so fucking close to coming for him that he swore he could almost feel her nearing ecstasy himself.
Laying his tongue against the side of her clit, sucking her more firmly, he began to rub against the sensitive bud. His fingers moved harder, faster, impaling her hot flesh, fucking her harder, deeper in response to the hoarse, pleading cries tearing from her throat.
A second later he felt her explode. Her pussy clamped on his thrusting fingers, milking them as her clit gave a hard, convulsive throb and her juices began to spill along his fingers. Hot cuntal walls rippled, spasmed, locking on his fingers and shuddering in ecstasy.
She was coming for him, melting around him. His lips held onto her clit as she bucked against him, driving his fingers deeper, grinding her clit against his suckling lips, his stroking tongue and thrusting fingers, while he used his free hand to release the tortured length of his dick.
Jordan surged to his full height, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her to the edge of the counter and directed her legs around his hips.
“Fuck me! Now!” she cried out, reaching for him, her eyes glowing with emerald fire as he tucked the head of his engorged cock against the cleft of her suckling pussy.
“Fuck you, baby?” He bit out with raging lust. “How much more do you want, Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
He rubbed his thick cock head against her entrance. The heated juices spilled around the thick flesh, searing it with agonizing pleasure as he felt his balls tighten in ecstatic anticipation. This was all he’d dreamed of for nine agonizing months.
“Don’t tease me,” she cried out, her fingers gripping his wrists as he held her hips in place. “Please, Jordan, fuck me.” Green eyes dampened with desperate tears as her fingers flexed against his wrists.
His hips jerked involuntarily, burying the wide crest of his cock just barely inside her. Tight, hot flesh rippled spasmodically, milking at the agonizingly sensitive tip of his dick.
A sheen of perspiration glistening on the fragile column, of her neck as a long, low moan passed her lips. Her pussy was like liquid heat, her juices caressing his cock head as he fought to breathe in, to relish every second of this incredible pleasure.
Slowly, his teeth clenched so tight his jaw ached, he tightened his hand around the shaft of his cock and worked the head of his cock just inside the tight opening of her pussy. The ripples of her flesh around the very tip of his cock were like tiny fingers of electrifying ecstasy.
Staring into her eyes he gave her a little more. Just the barest increase to stretch the snug entrance to her vagina.
“Jordan, please!” Her head thrashed against the counter, her legs tightened around his hips, as she fought to pull him deeper inside her. “Please don’t tease me. Please, Jordan. It’s been so long. It’s been so long.” A single tear eased from her left eye.
“Tease?” he groaned. “Ah, baby, I’m not teasing you. I’m giving to you. Giving you every ounce of pleasure I know how to give you.”
He drew back, his gaze dropping to her thighs, seeing the sheen of her slick juices clinging to his cock head before he pressed against her once again. A little more. Just a little deeper, stretching the heated vice-like grip tightening further around him.
“Hard.” She arched closer as his head lifted, his gaze meeting hers. “Fuck me, Jordan. Hard. Please. I want to feel you. All of you, Jordan. Make me burn.”
It was all he could do to keep from shaking, from shuddering and spilling inside her that second. God help him, she was begging for what he wanted more than anything. To give her that edge of pleasure-pain. To take her strong and deep. To possess her. To mark her. And she had no idea what she was asking for.
Tehya stared up at him, dazed, desperate. She could feel that agonizing need whipping through her, burning her. A hunger that pounded at her clit, burned through her pussy and surged through her veins.
“Jordan, I need,” she gasped, staring up at him, watching as a bead of sweat eased down his temple as her hips shifted, barely working his cock deeper inside her. “Hard. Fuck me…”
She screamed.
Her eyes widened, her upper body jolting inches from the counter, as a hard, fierce thrust sent clenching, furious ecstasy tearing through her senses and his cock buried itself inches inside her.
And it wasn’t enough, she didn’t have all of him. But he wasn’t stopping either.
Suspended on a rack of flames, strangled cries tearing from her throat, she felt each fierce thrust as he went deeper, stretching tender flesh long unused and burning it, branding it, with a rapture she knew she would never recover from. There was no cure for the fever Jordan would leave burning inside her once he was gone.
Their gazes locked. Above her, his features were tight, flushed with a dark hunger, as his hands tightened on her hips, his cock burying hard and deep with furious strokes.
Sweat dampened his face and sun-darkened shoulders. His muscles flexed and tightened as she felt her breathing become hard, shallow. The iron-hard, overly thick length of his erection barging inside her until there was no room left, and still, she took more of him.
Desperate mewls of pleasure slipped past her lips as she felt the fiery sensations tightening through her pussy. Her womb flexed, her clit throbbed in impending release, then spread outward. Her entire body was locked in heated rapture, as she felt her
orgasm begin to rage inside her.
“Ah yes, Tey,” he groaned, the dark vibration of his voice driving her higher. “Milk my dick, darlin’. Let me feel it, Tehya. Let me feel you come, baby.” The strokes became harder, faster. “Let me feel that sweet pussy milking my dick.”
Explicit and dark, the sexual words sent erotic rapture whipping through her bloodstream. Her body tightened, pleasure beginning to bloom in shattering, fiery bursts, until she felt her body explode. Every cell screamed in pleasure. It whipped through her mind. It burned through her senses and sank into her soul.
Rapture rocked her. Ecstasy tore through her very being, tightening her muscles as it stole her breath and destroyed her sanity.
Jordan’s harsh, male cry echoed through her, but it was the feel of him thrusting to the hilt inside her pussy, his body bowing, then the deep, heavy spurts of his semen erupting inside her, that echoed to her soul.
The heated blasts of his seed threw her higher, extending the harsh explosions of sensation rocking through her until she felt herself disintegrating into pure white-hot ecstasy.
Her eyes drifted helplessly closed as he came over her, his hard body shuddering as his hips jerked against her with each heavy spurt of his release, each burning brand of fiery eruption inside her. It was a brand. A mark of possession she knew she would never recover from.
As the agonizing pleasure began to ease, slowly releasing her from its rapturous grip, Tehya felt her body collapse against the counter, her muscles weaken, and exhaustion slowly overtake her until she drifted in a haze of sated peace.
She had believed nothing could be better than it had been that last night at base. That despite the pain she had found after the release, that the pleasure couldn’t be matched.
She had been wrong. It had been matched, exceeded, and then completely topped. And he had branded her soul.
She had kept him from stealing her soul the night she had left Texas. She had locked it inside her and kept it free of the pain of losing him, of facing a life without him.
But this time, this time he had pushed into it, torn down those walls and filled the empty dark corners that had never known peace, that had never known warmth or a lover’s presence.
Until now. Tonight he had broken through, conquered and possessed that hidden part of her.
This time, losing him would destroy her.
CHAPTER 4
Jordan drew back slowly, his jaw tightening at the exquisite pleasure of the snug muscles of her pussy caressing the still sensitive flesh of his throbbing cock. As soft, delicate tissue caressed and milked the still hard shaft, a hard, pleasured grimace pulled at his face.
Damn her. He’d never known pleasure like this. Never known a woman who met him as easily, as heatedly, as Tehya had. For the first time in his sexual life, his knees were left weak after finding a release so fucking strong he wondered if he had nearly spilled his soul into her along with his seed.
Lying back, sated, her arms lying still and relaxed at her sides, Tehya looked like a goddess. Hell, like a goddess sacrificed to a hungry sex god. And he had a feeling he wasn’t finished with her yet. He couldn’t imagine ever being unwilling to seek the fiery pleasure such as he had just found with her.
Heavy lashes lifted, those brilliant, witchy green eyes stared back at him through the dark slit of her thick, red-gold lashes. Wariness, pleasure, and a sensual glimmer of heat, all reflected in her gaze. In her eyes, he saw what he already knew. It had ended far too soon. The escape she had needed from reality hadn’t lasted nearly long enough.
Reality was crashing down on her fast, in more ways than one.
His jeans were around his knees. Hell, he hadn’t had his jeans around his knees since he was a damned teenager. He should have felt just an edge of discomfort at that knowledge, at this sign that Tehya affected him in ways that he shouldn’t allow her to affect him. Instead, he couldn’t help but feel the echoes of the incredible pleasure that still radiated through him.
Pulling his jeans to his hips and zipping them, he reached for her and lifted her until she was sitting on the counter before him, silent, watching him through drowsy eyes as though she expected a blow at any moment.
Hell, after what he’d done to her that last night at base, could he really blame her?
He had known Tehya should never be a one-night stand. Her emotions were too tender, her heart too easily broken. And God as his witness, he hadn’t wanted to break her delicate, loyal heart. And he had a feeling that was exactly what had happened. He had wounded her clear to her feminine core.
She hadn’t understood why he’d stated that sleeping with her was something that shouldn’t have happened. All he’d known at the time was that even then, he’d felt the talons of an addiction piercing his guts. A soul-deep knowledge that he would never be free of her, even as he’d wondered if he wanted to be free of her.
There had been a heavy, overwhelming knowledge that he couldn’t escape that undefined emotion he kept fighting where she was concerned. A certainty that if he didn’t distance himself and God forbid, something happened to her, then he’d never recover. Unlike Killian, Jordan didn’t think he could survive Tehya’s demise.
Moving back, watching her silently, Jordan helped her from the counter. Holding onto her until she was steady on her feet, he reluctantly released her.
“Say something,” she demanded, her voice ragged.
Turning away from him, she grabbed her clothes from the floor and began to hurriedly dress. There was a certain grace, an innocent sensuality, to each movement that had his cock hardening again. That had the hunger beginning to simmer in his loins and heat his blood with a swiftness that shocked him.
“Say something?” He watched as she pulled her panties up her slender legs, the sexy curve of her ass making his hands itch with the need to caress the gentle curve. But, she wanted him to say something, and he was damned if his brain was working yet. Or if he could figure out what to say. And that just flat fucking spooked him.
“John, Travis, Bailey, and Lilly will be here in about half an hour. What would you like me to order in for lunch? I’m sure we’ll be hungry before the meeting’s finished and any decisions are made.”
He fell back on what he knew, on the only defense he had left at his disposal. Distance. Distance from the confusing jumble of emotions until he could properly restrain them
Tehya straightened. Drawing her shirt over her head, she stared back at him, her gaze narrowing at the smooth drawl in his voice.
This was the commander of Elite Ops One, not the man who had showed up in her room the night before or the one who had just taken her as though he were starved for sex.
His expression was arrogantly determined, his gaze hardening, as she stared back at him. This was the man who was determined not to feel, not to get too close, and to make damned sure he didn’t love.
He was so damned stubborn he had her back teeth grinding. She could see the pure arrogance settling around him with heavy determination. The cool distance he kept between himself and the world was pushing her back now.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” Pulling her shorts on, she secured them with fingers stiff with irritation. “You’re just pushing in and taking over, no matter what I want, or what I think of it. You barge in, make me insane, fuck me until we’re both screaming and then pretend it never happened.”
His brow arched. “I would never pretend it didn’t happen as I fully intend it will happen again. As for Sorrel, his organization was so well hidden that even after authorities confiscated his estate and went through his files, they were certain they were missing high-level lieutenants. We could get lucky and capture one of them for interrogation.”
So much for cuddling, sweet nothings or time for an after-glow. Sorrel’s past associates that had been captured had been stubborn and arrogant during initial questioning. She’d learned after joining the Elite Ops that those associates had sung like canaries once Jordan had turned them over to Israel
i Mossad interrogation specialists.
“Perhaps we’ll get lucky and it’s just a rumor that doesn’t pan out,” she said hopefully.
John Vincent’s sources were damned impeccable though. He and his wife, a former CIA agent and heiress to billions, had built an information pipeline that spanned several nations.
“I doubt it,” and he sounded damned confident.
“There’s a first time for everything,” she replied with a flippancy she didn’t feel. “Just because someone knows where I am, or who I am, that doesn’t give them a reason to search for me, or to want to hurt me.”
She didn’t want to deal with the danger again, the fear, the knowledge that nothing in her life was secure or safe.
Looking around the kitchen, she remembered the feeling that had swept through her when the real estate agent had shown her the house and property.
A sense of belonging had eased through her that she hadn’t felt since the day she had walked into the Elite Ops base. She’d stared around the sunlit kitchen, the large open living room, and she’d known she could make a life there. It was the same feeling she’d had when she checked out the local landscaping company for sale.
The employees were willing to stay on if the owner needed them, she’d been told. It was as though fate had laid everything she needed right at her feet, and now fate was taking it away.
“One of these days we’ll have a home, Tey.” Her mother’s smile, weary and showing her diminishing hope, hadn’t reached her eyes the night she had held her daughter to her as they hid among the bridge people in New York City after one of the many times Sorrel had nearly found them.
Their clothes had been ragged, but they had been warm. Teyha had been terrified, shaking with fear, and all too aware of the resignation beginning to edge into her mother’s determination.
“Just think,” her mother had whispered as she kissed Tehya’s forehead and pulled their blanket tighter around her. “A real house. With doors and windows and electricity. We’ll have a little garden in the back.” Her mother’s hand had trembled, her voice had trailed away. When Tehya had looked up at her, a single tear had been easing down her cheek.
