Page 55 of Mercenary
I take him deeper, moving my head back and forth, sucking gently. Loving the feel of him in my mouth.
I feel a bit wild as I swirl my tongue across his smooth tip and then move my head a bit faster, sucking him a bit harder.
His fingers weave through my hair and he holds me steady as he groans and jerks his hips forward, thrusting his erection deeper into my mouth. Not aggressively or violently, but enough that it causes me to gag then inhale sharply through my nose.
He abruptly withdraws, then steps back.
“Stand up and bend over the bed.”
I move to stand and sway, pins and needles shooting through my legs. I fall onto the mattress and onto my elbows. My lack of balance guiding the way. Not because I’m hoping to be fucked like an animal—as he so vividly described. This isn’t an intimate position. I can’t see him or touch him like this.
Maybe that’s what he wants. Another way of shutting people out.
There’s the sound of rattling foil.
A condom. Oh hell—thank God he remembered.
I jump as I feel his warm palm cup my cheek.
Listening for the smallest sound, the slightest sign of encouragement.
He moves his palm in circles across my bare skin. Then . . . stops.
Silence.
I draw in a breath. This isn’t how I imagined my first time. This isn’t how I imagined my first time . . . with him.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
His hands are on my hips then I’m spun and flipped onto my back.
In quick, smooth motions, he pushes against the insides of my thighs, spreads my legs wide open, then pulls me toward the edge of the bed, lifts my ass high, and positions my legs over his shoulders.
He lowers his head, and his tongue, his beautiful, masterful tongue, thrusts deep inside of me.
Oh my word.
Trust after thrust, his tongue pierces me. Then he does something—curls it in and rolls it around deep inside me—that has my hips flexing in the air, my calves pushing him further into me. Warmth rolls across my chest, up to my throat, my cheeks and escapes in the form of a long, hot, sex-fueled moan.
Sweet tension builds up inside of me. Better than I imagined. Ten times more intense, as he relentlessly works me into frenzy.
I grab the sheets with both hands. Arch my hips and flex my calves. I feel him caress my nub with a finger, mimicking the movements of his tongue by making whisper-light circles. Around and around, until I’m soaring upward.
“Oh. OH!” I moan as I climax against his tongue.
He pauses and lifts his head. “One,” he says, his green eyes shining brightly, his lips moist.
That’s me on his lips. Me causing that lightness in his eyes.
He’s enjoying this.
And I swear to God, it’s such a turn-on that a second lightning-fast orgasm comes over me, going from zero to sixty in a heartbeat. I’m barely aware of his tongue gliding completely across me with one masterful lick. So close. So damn close. His beautiful green eyes meet mine, I hear myself begging him.
“Please. Yes, please.”
He thrusts his tongue back deep inside me and I’m a goner.
I crest, moaning his name. “Declan. Oh Declan.”
