On Her Guard

by Skyla Madi

  I clench the bed sheets and flex my hips until I’m stopped by the back of a throat. I moan, loudly, and a gentle gag noise pulls me from whatever fragments of sleep remain.

  I pause—I fucking freeze—as the sleep-induced haze begins to wear off. There’s no mistaking it. I shudder against the urge to spill my come. There’s a very warm, very wet mouth on my cock.

  She sucks the tip between her lips while squeezing the thick shaft in her small hands.

  “Shit.” I squeeze my eyes shut. This is happening…it shouldn’t be, but it is. She works me over flawlessly, the perfect combination of slow and fast. Slick, but not sloppy enough to mask the friction of her skin on mine. “Sera?”

  I spread my palms against the cool sheets and crane my neck, peering down my naked torso. It’s dark, so dark I can’t see her face, but I know those lips. I could pick them out of a Goddamn line up. My black slacks are open, the underside of the base of my cock rubs where the zipper’s teeth meet at the bottom. How’d she get my pants open without waking me up? I’m the lightest sleeper I know—or was. It’s a title I’ll have to revisit after this.

  “Stop,” I pant, dropping my head back against the mattress.

  I beg her again, but it’s pathetic. A rush of air that only increases her assault as she takes me into her mouth and goes deep, until my cock squeezes into her throat. She gags, I clench, crunching my body to place a hand on her head.

  “Fucking stop,” I grind out between my clenched teeth, but my hand betrays me.

  I push and pull her head, coaxing her to keep going deep, until I feel her saliva roll down my shaft and onto my balls. I should stop her. I mean, did she not see the size of the knife her father used to cut bread tonight? I’m willing to bet it’s not the biggest—or the sharpest—he owns.

  But it just feels…so…damn…good. I’m so close to—no.

  I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her off my cock with a ‘pop.’

  “I said stop.”

  She takes a large gasp of air before diving on me, straddling my waist. I feel it immediately, the wetness on my skin, the warmth radiating from between her legs. “You want me to stop?”

  “We can’t do this.”

  I release her hair and she snatches my wrists, pinning them beside my head. My chest rises and falls faster than I want it to and she simpers at the sight.

  “You don’t want it?” she whispers, brushing her lips against mine. “You don’t want me?”

  I become hyperaware of my surroundings, straining my ears to hear the slightest sound of someone’s approach.

  “What if someone saw you come in? What if they check the surveillance?”

  “Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” She kisses the corner of my mouth, softly biting my bottom lip. “This has been my prison since I was little. I know it like the back of my hand. No one will catch us.”

  I try to protest again, but it ends on her lips as she slides her tongue into my mouth, overpowering me in the strangest of ways. I’ve never seen myself as a weak man. In my military career, I’ve undergone various interrogation simulations and haven’t failed a single one. Not when I was starving, not when I was in pain, not even when I was freezing my ass off, the tips of my hair frozen into sharp spurs of ice, but here I am, caving to the pressure of a tiny woman who wants nothing more than to fuck me into oblivion. My superiors would be disappointed.

  “If I let go of your wrists, do you promise to touch me?” she whispers against my lips. “Just one more time, Ben. I want to remember it. All of it.”

  “And afterwards? When I make you come so hard no one else could possibly measure up? I can’t have you staring at me from across the room like a lost puppy. Not in front of your father.”

  “I’m appalled you think a simple fling has the power to make me so obsessed with you and your—”

  “You snuck into my bed, at risk of us both getting murdered, just to put my cock in your mouth. Who’s to say you’re not already obsessed?”

  Straightening her spine, she releases my wrists. Her long, black hair curls around her covered breasts and she glares down at me. “I can leave anytime I want.”

  My lips twitch at the threatening tone in her voice. I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.

  “So leave.”

  She remains still, and I know she’s analyzing me as best she can in the dark. I hear her lips part with a sigh and she lifts her hips off of me, muttering under her breath as she swings her legs over and turns her back to me. “Suit yourself.”

  I contemplate letting her go, but my cock throbs painfully. I can’t fix this kind of pressure with my hand. It’d take days and countless bottles of lube before it settles.

  Sera barely makes it to the edge of the bed when I snatch her by the waist and pin her face down on the bed. Air leaves her lungs, her hands fisting the blankets as I pull her hips up and she holds herself there on her knees. Whatever she was wearing, her white nighty, bunches at her ribs, exposing her complete lower half to me. A tight, wet pussy and an even tighter asshole.

  “You can’t leave me like this,” I tell her, shoving my pants down my thighs. Grabbing my cock, I rub it against her inner thigh and she shivers. “You expect me to walk around with this tomorrow? In front of everyone?”

  “That sounds like a Ben problem,” she says on exhale. “I’d love to help, but I’m leaving.”

  I smooth my palm over her ass, relishing in the way it moves and jiggles. “Doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere.”

  “I can leave any time I want.”

  I withdraw my palm a few inches from her flesh before letting it loose and slapping her hard.

  She helps, flexing her hips away from me. “Fuck, Ben. What was that for?”

  “Maybe you’d listen to me better if I slapped you around a little bit.” With my free hand, I touch the slit of her pussy. It’s wet, so fucking wet, and pulsating. “Holy shit. That turns you on?”

  “No.”

  I simper. Even she doesn’t sound convinced. I slap her ass again and she hisses, curving her spine more, making her pussy open up to me.

  I’m weak at the sight, faint but noticeable in the darkness. All of a sudden my mouth is parched, my lips dry with urge to moisten them in her perfect pussy. Shuffling back, I hunch and press my mouth to her opening. She bucks against me, spreading her legs wider, giving me access to everything I want.

  I lick her over and over, sucking all of her between my lips. She tastes better than I remember, better than I could ever imagine.

  “I don’t want to come like this,” Sera pants, her legs quivering as she fights an orgasm. “I wanna come like I did that first night. On you. With you.”

  I pull back, squeezing her ass in my hand. “I thought you didn’t remember anything?”

  “I remember that.”

  I pause for the briefest moment, listening for any other sound besides our labored breathing…nothing. Normally, I’d start with some kissing, an hour of nice foreplay, and then dive into the fucking, but I don’t have a second to waste here.

  I grab my cock at the base of my shaft and press it against her opening, making her breath hitch in her throat.

  Fuck. “I don’t have a condom.”

  She presses back on me and her lips surround the head of my cock, begging me to push inside her. “Just pull out.”

  Pull out? I’ve never risked it…but shit. I’m too wound up not to try, at least.

  For no reason at all, the guy from earlier tonight pops into my head…and the way he touched her. The way she let him touch her…

  I drop my body against her, flattening her against the mattress, and grab a fistful of her hair. “How many guys do you leave a club with on a regular basis?”

  “What?”

  I tighten my grip. “You heard me.”

  “That question doesn’t make me feel like a whore at all.” Sarcasm drips from her tone.

  “That’s not what I was implying.”

&n
bsp; “That’s exactly what you were implying.”

  I plant a gentle kiss on her temple, to let her know I’m not judging. “How many?”

  “Zero.” She gasps against the blankets. “You’re the only one.”

  “The only one?”

  “Yes…yes, I promise.”

  Shifting my legs, I push her thighs open and align my cock with her pussy. This is how I’ll fuck her first. She’s completely dominated by me and it leaves out any possibility of developing a romantic connection.

  When we first had sex together, she was on me, her chest to mine, her nose and forehead sliding against my own. In that moment, it was easy to pretend it wasn’t a fling, that our session had meaning.

  This time it can’t have meaning. I can’t give it meaning if I want to keep my head on my shoulders where it belongs.

  In one swift thrust, I push my cock inside her body and she moans, loudly, just about making me come on the spot. I shush her and she tries her hardest to bite back her pleasure, but the more I move, the more I massage her from the inside, the more reckless she becomes.

  “More,” she begs, her voice a husky whisper. “More, Ben, more.”

  I give her more. I give her as much as I can from this position, but her bubbly little ass prevents me from getting all of my cock inside her.

  Cursing, I pull out of her and lift my body up on my arms.

  “Turn over.”

  Sera rolls over underneath me, her eyes locking with mine, as I lower myself against her body once more. Her warm, uneven breath blows along my face and she wraps her legs around my waist.

  I line myself up and push into her body with a deep groan, burying myself to the hilt, making her breathless.

  “I want to come,” she whispers, touching my face.

  She traces her soft fingers along my jaw, gently guiding my face to hers. I slow my hips as our lips meet and she slides her tongue into my mouth. I don’t pull away. I allow it, allow myself to take part in a kiss that shouldn’t be shared between two people like us.

  Not while I’m inside her like this.

  Sera

  My thigh muscles burn as they stretch to accommodate his large body between them. I shouldn’t be here, not with him, and at my home of all places. I’ve always been reckless and rebellious, always, but this is over the top, even for me.

  When I went back to my room, I showered and I climbed into bed. I tried reading for a little while, but not even the great Nora Roberts could hold my attention. As I skimmed through pages, pretending to read, I took a call from Naomi, who arrived safely at some random guy’s pad.

  From there, as I stewed on her carefree social and sex life, I couldn’t stop thinking about Ben and our kiss in the car. He made my entire body come to life. How can a young woman like me, twenty and stupid, not obsess over it? Over him?

  I went downstairs to see him only for answers about the kiss, but when I saw him lying on his bed, shirtless, his wide, muscular back exposed to me, I couldn’t turn away.

  He rolled over the moment I approached the bed and my gaze flew to his taught and toned stomach. The sight of a man in such peak condition had me forgetting why I’d come to see him, but it was the tent in his pants that was my undoing.

  Ben breaks the kiss with a groan, pulling me from my thoughts. “You feel so damn good.”

  He lifts his hips until his cock is completely out of me. I exhale, disappointed at how empty I feel without him inside me. Reaching between us, he grazes the head of his dick against my clit. It slides so effortlessly, stirring my arousal to new heights. “Do you like how that feels?”

  “I love it,” I breathe. “I love you inside me more.”

  He kisses me quickly on the lips and I feel his smirk right before he thrusts his hips forward, filling me once again.

  “Oh God!”

  Rearing back, he pushes my bunched nighty over my tits, exposing them as they bounce with every thrust. “Your tits are going to make me come,” he groans. “Grab ’em for me, fucking play with them like I asked you to that night in the hotel “

  I do as I’m told and I grab as much of my breasts as I can in my small hands. Ben hunches over me, gripping my hair and bringing his mouth to mine.

  “Lick them,” he demands, “lick those tits.”

  I push my breasts together and I lick them, driving Ben wild. Craning his neck, he licks them too, our tongues grazing and I taste my arousal on him.

  “I’m trying so hard not to fill your pussy.” Tightening his grip in my hair, he fucks me harder. “Fuck, I want to so bad.”

  I shake my head. “Don’t.”

  “Sera…”

  I drop my breasts and I curl my fingers into the cool sheets beneath us as he plunges in and out of me, his movements never wavering from rough and fast. I moan, arching against him, begging him not to stop. Slick sweat begins to form between our bodies as he struggles to hold his weight off of me, eager to get himself deeper and deeper inside.

  Ben grabs one of my ankles from behind his back and lifts himself off of me, allowing enough room to wedge my knee against my chest. I clench his shoulders, digging my nails in, as he reaches a new depth, the kind of depth that makes my pussy swell. He alternates his fast, deep strokes for shallow, fast ones and I crunch my body, repeating his name over and over, gasping for air that seems to escape me. It builds up, my orgasm. Like dropped Coke that rushes up the neck of a bottle, it pours out, seizing my entire body.

  Ben kisses me, swallowing all of my moans and whimpers. Somehow, I free my leg at the last minute and wrap it tightly around Ben’s waist. He jerks back, but I pull him in close and he releases a guttural sound that overpowers my own.

  I feel it then, as my daze begins to wear off. My insides pulsate over and over, squeezing him as his does the same…pumping every last drop of him inside of me.

  Shit.

  Chapter Ten

  Ben

  The next morning

  Yeah, I’m fucking nervous.

  I’m fucking nervous because last night, Sera broke into my home and seduced me out of an innocent sleep. I’m nervous because she insisted I fuck her without protection and then tightened her grip on me when I tried to pull out.

  She lost her shit at me because I came in her, like I’m the one at fault. Me!

  I pace the backyard, sticking along the far-right fence line, watching her as she stands beside her mother in a pretty, yellow dress, engaged in conversation with a fat fuck I don’t like the look of. With a laugh I know is fake, she flicks her long, dark locks over her shoulder and smiles widely, exposing perfect, straight white teeth.

  “You look nervous.”

  I startle, ceasing to pace, and turn to face one of Marco’s main men. What’d he say his name was again? Roman, I think. He narrows his black eyes at me and drags on his cigarette, the cherry on the end flaring.

  “Do I?”

  “Yeah. You’re pacing.” He exhales, blowing smoke into my face. “I fucking hate it.”

  My eyebrows pull in. “Oh, yeah? Then go smoke somewhere else.”

  “Nah, I like it here.”

  “Suit yourself.” I walk away from him, moving along the back of the party, my hands stuffed into my slacks.

  There’s a lot of people here today, more than I was expecting. According to Marco, this crew is the Giavanni clan, a rival family here in Vegas. At any moment, something could ignite between them. For now, however, things seem cordial. Marco and Ivan Giavanni are inside discussing business about casinos and land while the rest of their people mingle outside.

  It feels strange, standing and watching without the heavy weight of a rifle in my hand, but I keep myself busy, fidgeting with a toothpick in my pocket instead. I scan the crowd every few minutes, especially those closest to Sera. Like her father said, she is my only priority here today. Her mother has made my job easy by remaining at her side—until now, that is.

  The moment her mother leaves, the fat guy with the graying hair moves closer to Sera
, whispering in her ear. Sera’s gaze flicks to me and my jaw tightens.

  I’m not jealous, but if he doesn’t watch himself…

  “Ooh, you don’t like that, do you?”

  I snap away from Roman, who has followed me across the yard. “What the hell is your problem?”

  “You’re my problem. I don’t like you.”

  I smooth the palms of my hands down my black jacket. “Really? Because I’m getting a different vibe.”

  Roman snickers, dropping his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with his leather shoe. “Your job is to watch Sera. My job is to watch you.”

  “Watch me?” I snort. “What for?”

  Roman shrugs his broad shoulders. “You know who that is?” he asks, flicking his bald head toward Sera and the man whispering in her ear.

  “No clue.”

  “That’s Deena. Ivan’s brother and right-hand man. Sad fucker wants to marry the girl.”

  “Who? Sera?”

  Roman nods. “Been begging for her hand since she was a kid.”

  I grimace. Here I am judging myself harshly for sleeping with a legal and consenting twenty-year-old when there are men who’ve looked at her sexually before she even went through puberty. It’s sickening, and the fact Marco allows them into his home makes him no better. I would burn bridges with all my business partners if any of them expressed interest in my daughter. Hell, I wouldn’t just burn bridges. I’d topple skyscrapers and destroy airports.

  I knew there was something I didn’t like about this Deena guy. “What a vile piece of shit.”

  “Maybe, but he knows he’s in with a chance now.”

  I cut my eyes at him. “What do you mean?”

  “Marco has tried to keep Sera pure, to give her as a gift to another family to strengthen ties through marriage, but the little slut prefers to run around town with her friends, taking cock from God knows who.”

  Rage coils in my stomach, but I manage to keep it in check. I inhale through my nose, filling my lungs with fresh air while counting to ten. I wonder how Marco would feel, hearing one of his trusted men bad mouth his daughter like that? I mean, a slut? Hardly.