Page 91 of Dash

“They’re souvenirs of my last mission,” I told her. “We got banged up, but we all lived and I’m here, with you. I count it as a win.”

“Does this one hurt?” She brushed her finger over my thigh again, rerouting all my blood to engorge a different and very visible part of me that was already swollen as a tribute to her.

“Sometimes,” I admitted.

“Tell me the truth, Mr. Stoic.” She continued to caress the scar. “This is the reason for the cane. Is it bothering you?”

“Maybe a tad, after all that running last night, but the worst of my aches is currently concentrated in a different part of me. I don’t wanna talk about scars anymore. I have other, more pressing needs and they’re dire.”

“I can see that.” She cocked a wicked eyebrow. “It’s a very big need.”

She didn’t even touch me and yet a new and violent surge shot through me, warning me there was only so much of Thena’s inspection I could take. I reached down, grabbed my discardedpants, and pulled a condom from my wallet. Before I could rip the packet open, Thena sat up on her shins and placed her hand over mine.

“What if we don’t use one of those tonight?” she asked, worrying her lower lip.

The prospect of being skin to skin with her stiffened every part of me. “What if we don’t?”

“I got an implant while I was at the hospital.”

“If that’s the case...” I showed her the condom. “Do we need this?”

“We don’t.”

I threw it over my shoulder.

A twinkle flashed in her eyes. “Can I have a taste?”

My dick stood taller and thicker, as if volunteering. “Don’t know if I can handle it tonight, darling.”

“Of course you can.” She wrapped her fingers around my girth and gave my hard flesh a little squeeze that had me seeing flashes of light. “Hello, again, old friend. I didn’t get to tell you before.” I shivered when she planted a gentle kiss on my tip. “I’ve missed you and your owner very much. Let’s finish what we started, shall we?”

The touch of her lips raced through me like wildfire. Looking up, she met my stare and rubbed her cheeks against my tortured flesh. I watched, enthralled, as she stuck out her tongue and licked me from root to tip.

I steadied myself on the eaves. “If you keep doing that…”

She challenged me with her stare. “You can stand this, and so much more.”

Maybe in the past. Now I was bursting at the seams.

In one gulp, she swallowed at least half of me. I hissed in anguished delight. I was big and thick and yet her mouth had no trouble handling the load. Her fingers made a ring around my root. With every gulp, she took more of me, surrounding me inthe wet warm marvel of her mouth, cradling me on the planes of her tongue.

She remembered how I liked it. Hell yeah, how she’d taught me to like it. My hips pitched to her rhythm. My tip slid clear to the back of her throat, where her swallowing reflex felt both amazing and too great of a challenge.

“Thena, I—”

“Ah, ah, ah,” she mumbled, even as she rolled her moist lips over my helmet. “Not yet. I want to play.”

She was testing me, pushing my limits with that amazing mouth of hers. I shut my eyes, fisted my hands, and gritted my teeth. My body felt as if it had become an extension of my dick, vibrating with extreme need. She wolfed it down, then retreated, working her gifted lips over me.

How much more of this could I take?

A surge contracted my balls and shot up. Clamping down, it took all my will to keep from spilling in her mouth. I pulled out but she held me in her hand. I opened my eyes and watched her slide her finger over the single bubble that escaped my slit. She swiped it off and, staring right at me, licked it from her finger.

“Enough of this.” There was only one place where I needed to be right now.

I moved fast, slipping out of her grip. I went to my knees and, ignoring my thigh’s protest, lay her on her back and pinned her lower body down with a fraction of my weight. When she tried to recapture my dick, I caught her wrists and held them down at either side of her head.

“Ah, ah, ah.” I kissed her. “You wanna play? Let’s play.”

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