Page 23 of Devil's Due: Sarge

He presses his lips to the juncture of my jaw and neck, muddling my mind. What was I going to ask him? I close my eyes and then squeeze them shut to refocus. “What’s your name?” I ask breathily.

He pulls his lips from my skin to lift his head, cocking it, with a smirk dusting across his lips. He stares into my eyes. “Sarge.”

“No – I want to know your real name. I want to know thereal you.”

“Sarge is the real me.”

“I don’t believe it. There’s another man in there. Introduce me to him. I’ll give you whatever you want tonight, but please just give me this first.”

“I haven’t gone by anything other than Sarge or my last name in more than a decade.”

“What’s your last name? Let’s start there.”

“Lennox.”

“Lennox.See… That wasn’t hard.”

“Other things are,” he murmurs as he presses his mouth to my jaw again, making me consider giving up and letting him take me as Sarge, but no—I need to know.

“What’s your first name?” I prod.

“Only my family ever calls me by my first name.”

“Am I yours, your woman?”

“Fuck yeah,” he replies, almost on a growl.

“So that makes me different from most of the others, right? Show me. Show me that I’m different, that I mean more to you than those other women you’ve been with. I won’t use it if you don’t want me to, but I need to know who I’m making love to tonight.”

It’s his turn to close his eyes. He breathes in slowly, then lets it out before capturing all of my attention, staring right through to the heart of me as he says, “Dustin. My name is Dustin Lennox.”

I’m amazed that he actually told me. Who would’ve thought that a name would mean so much? But it does. It means everything, and I thank him for his generosity the best way I know how, by pushing up to capture his lips, slowly – pursuing the kiss at a languorous speed, though with great intensity.

With that one word, he let me know that I’m special to him.Dustin. I break the kiss to focus on breathing again as the kiss has sucked the breath from my lungs. The intensity with the way he continues to take me in and the controlled power of his every move scares the hell out of me – not because I think he’ll hurt me. No, we’ve been down this road before. It’s not because I think he’ll hurt me, but because I’m surer now than the first time I found myself in a bed being thoroughly kissed by this man, that this isit. There’ll be no running away. Once we go through with this, it’ll be me and Sarge together. Period.

By giving myself tonight, I’m giving him all of me. I nod my head slightly, giving him the go ahead and he wastes no time going at me like a man who’s been starved for sustenance for far too long.

Each kiss he peppers to my skin with his moistened lips—each one trails glorious goosebumps up my exposed flesh, causing me to shudder. I open my mouth, unsure if I want to cry, scream, or shout my thank you to the heavens for bringing this man into my life. It already feels that good. Thatright.

Sarge works his way down my body until he reaches the snap to my jean shorts. He uses his hands to unsnap and unzip them, but he uses only his teeth to glide them down my legs, catching my panties along the way until I’m lying naked from the waist down before him. From there, he lies flat on his stomach, positioning each of my legs over his shoulders. Gripping my hips in his strong hands, he lowers his mouth to my center, sucking it into his mouth, then teasing me by pulling away and blowing his warm breath on me. It tickles and teases my most sensitive area, and he knows it. He knows damn well what he’s doing to me. I’ve been pleasured before, had orgasms before, but the feeling building up inside me has me squirming, fighting to get away. It’s becoming unbearable. His warm breath—it’ll be my undoing.

Now I know why he chose to hold on to my hips. His mouth is perfect. His tongue is perfect. And if he didn’t anchor me down, I fear I’d fly right off the bed and keep right on flying into the stratosphere. There’s no way my heart isn’t about to give out. I press the palms of my hands to my eyes. That tongue… It’srelentless—relentless in its pursuit of my pleasure.

If he was even half as good at being a soldier as he is at giving head, I pity his enemies.

Finally, I reach my breaking point and move my hands from my eyes to cover my mouth so I don’t wake up the rest of the guests when I scream out my thank you to the universe for creating this man and having his head between my legs at this moment.

I’ve never come so hard in my life. I never knew that it was possible to comethat harduntil now – and we’re not close to done.

My body rages like a four-alarm fire. I’m too hot, tearing at any piece of clothing my fingers grab hold of – whether on him or on me.

You’d think I’ve never had sex before. You’d think I haven’t had good sex before, given my reaction to him. I don’t know why this time feels so different to me, but it does.

Sarge doesn’t appear bothered, and maddeningly doesn’t go any faster than he wants to go.

“Please,” I beg him. “Please, I need to feel you inside me.” Yes, I’ve become a totally wanton woman and if begging gets me what I want, I’m not above it.

“All right, baby,” he says as he begins his slow assent up my body until we’re nose to nose. “But only because my dick is hard enough to punch a hole through the drywall right now.”

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