Page 56 of An Assassin's Death
Because I don’t really know. I’ve acquired so many new skills lately. My nerves shake with power. But it’s reckless and wild. What if it’s too much? What if it destroys more than I intend?
What if I hurt one of these sweet men?
Instead of letting the anxiety sink through me, I choose to change the subject to a less serious tone.
My palm pushes down his chest as my head dips until my lips skim his jaw, his neck, the bronze skin of his collar bone.
“I guess, I’ll have to find a way to distract them.” I push at his soft shirt until the ripple of muscle tone beneath meets my fingertips.
On my knees I lean over him, flicking my tongue down the etched lines of his stomach.
“You’re just going to blow the first guy who calls you by name?” There’s a hum of laughter in his rumbling voice but I also notice how his fingers are threading through my hair. He pulls the long locks back just enough for my lashes to flutter up to him.
Dark eyes hold mine with heavy, watchful attention.
My fingers unbutton his jeans slowly and a hardness already awaits my touch.
“Not just any guy,” I whisper before flicking my tongue against his smooth skin again. “Only if I owe him.”
His lips tilt but there’s only a hint of amusement in his sinfully serious features.
I keep my eyes locked on his as I fully push down the waist of his jeans and the way he’s looking at me sends a tangle of anticipating energy through me.
My palms wrap around his hard length, pushing up and then slowly down every inch of him before I finally lower my lips to the tip of his dick. His eyelids fall to a hooded state but he doesn’t break eye contact with me when my lips slip slowly down his shaft.
The salty taste of him meets my tongue as I lower myself until he hits the back of my throat while my palm strokes in rhythm along the base of his cock. The silence he always clings to is broken as I suck hard before sliding down faster and faster. A sexy groan rumbles through his chest and the sound of it makes my thighs shift almost painfully together.
As a pulsing feeling hardens his cock further, his grip on my hair tightens. Just as I gasp from the painful feel along my scalp, he jerks my head up. Then his lips crash hard against mine.
It’s a consuming kiss that washes away the pain. His tongue rolls against mine in a way I’ve never felt before. His teeth rake across my lower lip, sending another jolt of pain and pleasure right to my sex before his body dominates over mine and he sends us crashing down onto the mattress. In a rush, he pushes at my baggy t-shirt, shoving it over my head and pulling at his own shirt before covering my body with his. His smooth skin skims against my nipples as his mouth claims mine again. Hard thrusts of his hips against my lace panties have me moaning into him. The friction between us is consuming.
There’s a small hesitancy as he pulls abruptly back from me, breaking the kiss in a gasp of breaths as his dark eyes search mine. I’m nearly naked and writhing beneath this man and still he pauses to watch the way I’m unraveling in his arms.
Long fingers grip the soft lace at my hip and I almost pout when he rips them in one harsh movement.
Was that really necessary?
His hips grind against mine, the smooth tip of his dick sliding against my sex until a shuddering breath leaves my lungs.
It was obviously completely necessary.
The depths of his eyes search across my features, his lips poised just above mine. Slowly, he presses himself against my sex. Once more I can’t seem to catch my breath. When he’s lined up just perfectly, he thrusts hard, slamming his length in all at once and my head tips back as a shaking moan rips from my throat. He feels amazing.
My lashes flutter as I struggle to hold his gaze. A cruel smile is on his lips as he starts to rock his hips against mine.
“I love seeing you like this,” he whispers just before his palm grips my jaw. He angles my mouth against his before pressing the gentlest kiss against my lips. It’s a sweet kiss. A kiss I wasn’t expecting at all. It’s slow and consuming and suddenly his thrusts begin to match.
His shaft drags against my clit slowly before sinking torturously slowly back in, making my thighs clench around his waist from the coiling feeling that’s shaking through my body. My fingers fist into his hair. It feels like I’m shattering beneath him while every muscle in his body is in complete control. His arms tense around me as he keeps that deliciously steady pace. As he rocks his hips hard against my clit before sinking in once more, my orgasm soaks down his shaft and finally he seems to mirror my pleasure.
His jaw tightens. A groan shakes through him, allowing my own cries to leave my lips when he pulls back just slightly.
Sweat clings to our bodies, but he doesn’t pause once as I fall apart beneath him. He grips my palms and pulls them high above my head, using the position to thrust harder and deeper into me. My head presses back into the blanket as his pace quickens, no longer sweet and caressing.
The slamming feel of him stretching me completely is a mixture of pleasure and pain and I meet his demanding hips thrust for thrust.
One of his hands leaves mine. He grips my wrists with one hand while his fingers sneak around my thigh, sinking his nails into my skin as he lifts my leg higher against his hip.
“Mason,” my eyes clench tightly together as I try to cling on to some form of logical thought. But I can’t.
