Stealing His Thunder (Masters of Adrenaline 1)

“Yes, well, I don’t always use my powers for good.” He pressed his lips to her forehead for a long moment, and the affection and the safety of his strong arms made most of her horrible thoughts melt away. It did nothing to calm the burn in her body.

“So you’re not going to throw me out?” Thank the lord.

“Do you honestly think that’s why I lured you down here? To get you to tell me where you hid the tracking device?” He gathered her closer and pressed his erection against her hip. “I’ve been wanting to get you into my bed since I let you out of it the last time.”

What? But he’d barely known her then!

“Bullshit,” she replied, wriggling against his cock. Him and his pants were keeping her from what she needed. “I’m sure you have a huge lineup of girls waiting for your attention.”

“So? I’m a little obsessed with you right now, if you hadn’t noticed.”

Obsessed? With her? She felt a blush heat her face and neck. Maybe he was lying, but she’d pay him to keep it up.

“You’re not too shabby, yourself.”

They shared a long silent moment. Up close, the blue of his eyes was eerily bright. His gaze was kind, but a slow burn simmered not far below the surface. How many guys—even dominant ones—would lay with her and pet her before seeing to their own needs? It was how things were supposed to be, but in the heat of the moment it was hard for anyone to be that selfless.

She nuzzled into his chest, kissing him there. Her desire took the kiss from sweet to sexual in about ten seconds flat.

The feel of his warm skin under her lips and the clean taste of him on her tongue stoked the fire in her belly. She explored the beautiful muscles of his chest, loving that he didn’t shave off his polite amount of golden chest hair, then moved down to his belly, to the waistband of his pants. When she hesitated at his button, he nodded permission. As he helped her slide the pants downward, his erection sprang free, narrowly missing smacking her face.

A big hand slid into her hair, gripping it close to the scalp and holding her away from his cock until she could barely flick the tip of it with her tongue. She fought his grip, her whole world focusing down to the struggle to get his cock into her mouth.

“Please, let me suck your cock,” she begged.

He groaned, letting her get closer, until she could take the broad head of it into her mouth. She closed her lips around him, working the velvet tip of it with her tongue, tracing the slit. Beneath her, Fox groaned, but he still held her there, not letting her get him any further into her mouth.

“What’s the matter? Do you want that in your mouth, little girl?”

She whined, pulling against his cruel grip. Although she’d never been one for cock worship, his inspired her to change her mind.

He didn’t relent. Trying to pleasure him as well as she could, she struggled to get more of him into her mouth. Between his size and the way he was holding her back, it limited the effectiveness, driving her mad with longing. The thing pulsed at her, slicking her tongue with precome, but still he held her off. After a few frustrating minutes, he pulled her away.

“That’s enough.”

She whined, rubbing against him, wanting to argue. Instead, she crawled up next to him, the throbbing between her legs goading her into whispering nasty, perverted things in his ear.

“Please, Fox, I need you inside me. Anywhere.” She gasped as his thigh pressed up between hers. He grabbed her ass and rocked her hips into him, forcing her to rub her pussy against his leg. Unable to resist, she kept moving against him, grinding against his thigh and digging her nails into it to pull it closer.

When she shuddered, about to come, he pushed her off of him.

She mewled in frustration as he got up off the bed, and crawled after him, watching impatiently as he shoved his pants the rest of the way off, and grabbed a condom from the cupboard.

“Please hurry. I need you.” God, she was making an ass of herself, but she’d never been this hard up in her entire life.

When he came back, he stood with his cock so close to her face that she almost went cross-eyed looking at it.

She watched avidly as he rolled the condom on, scant inches from her nose.

“Turn,” he barked. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he didn’t hesitate to manhandle her onto her hands and knees on the bed. “So you said I could use you any way I wanted, right?”

She nodded fervently, just wanting to please him and get off.

“So you’d let me fuck your virgin ass right now?” He brushed his thumb over her asshole, and she whined but didn’t try to get away.

“Yes.” Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it. “Will . . . will it hurt?”

“Yes, you little idiot,” he snarled. “You’re not ready for that yet. You shouldn’t have offered, and I’m going to pretend you didn’t. Next time I won’t be so thoughtful.”