Heroic Measures (Blackbridge Security 6)

She shakes her head. “Do you know how much of an ego boost it is to make a man come that quickly?”

“Does it ruin the moment if I tell you I almost painted your face before you even touched me?”

She chuckles, clearly thinking I’m joking, so I don’t ruin the moment by telling her I’m serious.

“What’s next?” I ask, ready to move forward with her challenge.

“What do you want?” Her hand snakes up my leg, fingertips brushing against my balls.

“Are we going tit for tat?” She grins. “I can’t do much with you wearing clothes.”

She stands from the bed, and since I don’t take a step back, that places her body right against mine.

“Take my clothes off then.”

Without hesitation, I reach for the hem of her shirt, loving that she’s wearing a comfortable t-shirt and leggings. Either she was in such a rush to get over here or she’s comfortable enough around me that she doesn’t feel the need to dress up and impress me.

Her shirt drops to the floor, leaving her long, wavy hair messy around her shoulders. I don’t miss the opportunity to brush it away, my fingers getting tangled in the silky strands.

Goosebumps mark her skin, and I just know her nipples are hard behind the black lace of her bra. I use a single finger to trace the strap of her bra, my mouth watering with the need to taste every damn inch of her creamy smooth skin.

“What are you doing?” she asks when I thumb over her nipple instead of just stripping her down.

Her breath hitches, muscles tightening when I keep going, my fingers making a slow path to the waistband of her leggings.

“Taking my time.”

“Stalling? Recharging?”

I take a step back, my cock pointing directly at her.

“Does it look like I need time?”

I’m hers to command when she wraps her hand around me, fingers teasing the underside with the whisper of a touch.

“You seem ready.”

“Keep teasing me like that and I’m going to paint you in cum.”

She bites the corner of her bottom lip, hand falling away. A groan rushes out of me and I can’t determine in my lust-addled mind if I’m relieved or disappointed.

“Why did you stop? Touch me.”

“The challenge is to see how many times you can come and keep going, not how fast you can come.”

“Isn’t it the same thing?” I ask as I hook my thumbs into her leggings at her hips and start to push them down. “The faster I come, the quicker the tally goes up.”

She laughs, the sound fading to a groan when I lean forward and suck at her neck. With her leggings pushed down some, I grip her ass and pull her against me, cock straining, locked between our bodies. I could rut against her like an animal for thirty seconds and find my next release, but the need to watch her fall apart is greater.

Honestly, I don’t care who wins. It’s the getting there that’s going to be all the fun.

“Jude,” she breathes when my free hand palms her lace-covered breast.

“What do you need? My fingers? My mouth? My cock?” I flex against her, praying she’ll pick all three.

Her choice becomes very clear when she uses the fingers tangled in my hair to push my head down. In a second flat, I’m dropping to my knees, hands pulling her leggings down until I’m able to free one leg from the fabric.

“My panties,” she pants.

“They’re fine.” I lick her over the lace wishing that I could record the look on her face because I want to play it over and over for my own enjoyment when she’s not here.

But that’s creepy—and very Wren-like—and maybe if I ask nicely, she’ll be up for it at some point, but right now the only thing I want to do is make her come.

Only I don’t want her to fall over the edge at record-breaking speeds. I want to taunt her, tease, have her begging, needing me before she succumbs.

“Jude,” she whines, her hips rotating in my hands.

“Patience,” I tell her, licking up the spot where her body meets her leg.

She grumbles her irritation, fingers digging harder into my scalp, and what a sensation. I didn’t understand until now just how pleasurable a little pain is.

Giving into my own desires, I move the black lace to the side, splitting her with the tip of my tongue. She’s already slick with arousal, and it gives me a little peace of mind to know that I turn her on as well.

Without prompting, she lifts one leg, hooking her knee over my shoulder and flexing to draw me in closer. I didn’t know if I would like doing this before that first time we were together. There are so many conflicting articles online, but I can’t imagine a single man getting a taste of Parker would have a negative thing to say. She’s perfect. Her scent, her taste, the way she pants when I lick her exactly where she wants, the growls of frustration when I tease her just to the side of her clit.