“Yes.”
His hand slides into my leggings, smoothing down over my mound. I groan as his fingers part my lips; two calloused fingers drag through my slick and swollen folds. I’m so wet. I need him inside me.
I see his eyes shut as his fingertips roll around my entrance, playing in the moisture there. His breathes loudly, running a finger up and down my slit and skating gently around my clit.
I pant. His head dips back down to my chest; he mouths my nipple once again, then pulls my shirt away, pushes my bra up and drags his tongue around my nipple.
“Barrett!”
He slides a finger into me and I see stars. “Ohhhhh God.” I grind against his hand, loving the fullness, the invasion…knowing that’s him, it’s Barrett’s finger in me.
I gasp as he pushes in and pulls his finger slowly out, then surges back inside, prodding until he strokes my G-spot. My whole body jumps. He starts to rub my clit again, and tongue my nipple. I grab his hair and drag him up. I drag him up so I can kiss his mouth, so I can see his handsome, lust-drunk face, but mostly so maybe he will press his hips against me one more time and I can feel his cock against my leg.
It’s been so long.
I’m panting when his tongue glides back into my mouth, so strong and smooth. The tip of it explores; our tongues stroke. I can barely even move mine. My whole mind is focused on the pressure building in between my legs. He tries to work another finger into me. I gasp.
“You’re tight, baby.”
I try to push against his finger.
“I’ll be careful…”
“I don’t care!”
He works the second finger in—only the tip. I moan as he pumps in, stretching, then pulls his fingers slowly out. He crawls down my throbbing body, peels my leggings down, and looks up at me.
“Jesus Christ, I have to.”
He lowers his mouth over me. I can feel the light brush of his lips. Then his tongue touches my clit, and I scream. His fingers delve inside me as he drags his tongue down, stroking between my lips before he comes back up to kiss my clit again. He rubs his lips over it, strokes it with the tip of his tongue.
I’m thrusting at him, panting like I’m on the last mile of a marathon. Inside me, his fingers surge, until I spread my legs; my hand gropes blindly for his dick as I throb underneath his slick tongue. I clench my core against his fingers, raise my leg, trying to find his hardness with my knee.
“Sixty-nine,” I rasp.
He laughs. “Enjoy this,” he breathes, and lavishes my clit with smooth, soft pressure, his fingers gliding in and pulling slowly out of me. I can’t hold off another moment. I cry out and pulse around him as the world goes brilliant gold; sounds fade. Only the weight of him on me remains.
I feel my eyes roll back into my head, but still, I pull him down on top of me. The last thought I have before I drift away is I’m not sure what I like the best: the weight of him atop me, or the way his tongue felt lapping in between my legs.
EIGHTEEN
Barrett
2010
The door opens, and one of the cadre members, Bobby, nods toward the room behind him. As usual, his face is blank. As are the faces of Colonel Wentworth, Sergeant Major Luthe, and Sergeant Hamm, sitting in three chairs in the center of the room.
Wentworth, the commander of the unit, is husky and freckled, with a thick, reddish beard and pale blue eyes that narrow on me as I kick off my appearance with a sharp salute.
“Sir! Sergeant Drake reports to the commander!”
Wentworth has me hold my position while he runs those keen eyes up and down me. Finally he returns my salute and tells me to sit down.
Then he lumbers up and shuffles over to me. With his limp and his big frame, he reminds me slightly of a wounded bear. He scowls down at me as the other men watch impassively.
I can see his nostrils flaring with his exhalations, see his belly move under his uniform. When he speaks, his voice is a low boom, like a sports announcer’s.
“I was gonna call you in here and tell you you’re in.” His bushy brows wiggle as he sinks a hand into his pocket. “We want you.” He blinks down at me. “Seems like you’ve got what it takes to be an Operator. To be a sniper. In the Unit, we want the best. Seemed you were the best.”