Page 64 of Rogue
There are a few precious moments before a tornado strikes when everything stills. Leaves stop swaying on their branches, birds grow silent, and the air seems to thicken like a heavy fog. You know danger is approaching. You know the smartest move is to move, to get the hell out of there and don’t look back. This is such a moment. I reach up and wrap my arms around his shoulders. Moving into him. Loving the feel of his tongue sliding across my own. The taste of him, minty and sweet. The heat of his body. The way my nipples pebble and my legs shake.
“Stay here,” he murmurs against my lips before lifting me in a spin and seating me on the table.
I couldn’t run even if I tried.
He heads into the bedroom and seconds later returns. My eyes widen on the strip of condoms in his hand. Tearing one free, he tosses the rest on the table next to me. His shirt is off in a blink, his pants follow, then he takes my hand in his. “Hold this, will ya?” he asks, wrapping my fingers around the foil wrapper with a naughty wink as he proceeds to wrangle my shorts over my hips and down my legs.
I tear the foil open with my teeth, slide the condom out, and focus my attention downward and onto his gorgeous erection. Go big or go home is right.
God, this is a bad idea. How can I believe once will ever be enough? Or even . . . I count the foil strip next to me . . . five times?
“I’ll do whatever it takes to erase your pain.” His fingers find my wetness. With his thumb, he drags my slick moisture across my nub then circles the pad of it, around and around until my hips arch off the table. “Relax and enjoy. I’m about to make you feel real good.”
“You know just the way to a girl’s heart, don’t you?”
He pauses, his expression serious for a change. “I want to make love to you. Steal a moment of pleasure. Leave you with something to remember me by.”
“Like I could ever forget you.”
Without breaking eye contact, he pushes one, then two fingers inside my tight channel.
“God, Jaxson, that feels good. I want more. More fingers. More sex. More of . . . you.” I spread my legs wider and take his cock in my hand, gently spurring him to move closer. I might regret this later but for now, I thoroughly plan on taking him inside me and losing myself in him.
He places a hand on the table next to me and leans in to whisper in my ear. “Rougher. Squeeze hold of me, stroke me hard, then roll the damn thing on.”
I wrap my fingers around his girth, work my tight grip over him, back and forth. Feeling him thicken in my hand. Loving the hot heat of him. Enjoying this small measure of power I have over him. I roll the latex over his hardness, then stroke him some more.
His cheeks shifts against mine, then he’s kissing me. Wildly. His tongue possessive, probing farther, deeper. I angle my head, deepening our connection. His tongue begins to mimic his fingers, pushing into me, sending my body into sensory overload where all I can do is feel. He breaks the kiss but keeps his fingers moving, leaving me panting and desperate for him. “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he tells me, rubbing his thumb over my hood and causing me to gasp in pleasure. “But now would be the perfect time to tell me to go.”
“Hayden can wait,” I whisper.
“This can never be. Not with my lifestyle choices. Not with me working for TORC. Not after Hayden’s warned me to leave you alone.”
“He’ll never know. It’ll be our secret.”
He shifts backward and my heart skips a beat. He spreads his fingers and slowly withdraws, creating this lovely friction inside me and causing a rush of warm moisture to my core. “Beautiful. I could spend hours playing with you like this. Feeling how wet you get for me. Preparing you for the sweetest fuck of your life.” He scissors his fingers back together and pumps them inside me. “Yeah, if I can’t get inside you with my cock, then it’ll be this. Always. I could finger you all goddamn day.” I grow wetter, if that’s possible. Sweet hell. Yes.
I lean back and spread my legs wider. “Do it,” I command.
His scissors his fingers and slides out, then holding them together, pumps with small motions back inside me. I gasp as I feel his thumb circling over my clit in perfect harmony with his naughty, experienced fingers. With his free hand, he squeezes my breast, palming my nipples and causing a small moan to ride along on my next exhalation.
Once more, I wrap my fingers around his cock, squeeze and slide.
He pinches my nipple, and then his head disappears between my thighs. With his fingers thrusting into me, his hot tongue swirls over my nub. My body quivers. My mind focuses on nothing but him, this wonderful feeling building up inside of me, the wonderful feeling that’s always deep within my heart whenever I think of him.
I gasp. Holy sweet Mary. My naughty lover buries his face between my thighs, thrusting his tongue into my tight channel where his fingers have just been. His top lip slides along my hood as he works his way deeper. I work my fingers through his hair feeling him moving beneath my hands.
His ass flexes and his hips thrust forward.
Yeah. Baby likes it rough.
“You taste so damn sweet.” He runs his tongue between my folds like he’s proving his point.
I move a hand to cup his face, drawing him up, directing him forward. I brush my lips against his, then kiss him hard. Working my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, tasting me, demanding more. Then I fist his thick erection and guide him home. He breaks our kiss with a growl. “You want me to fuck you, fireball? You want my cock inside your sweetness?” He’s wrapped his hand around mine. I can feel the tip of him at my entrance, nudging up between my folds.
Yes. Do it.
I slide my bottom forward on the table, the small movement causing his tip to inch into me.
