Sneak Attack (Tapped Out 2)

“Cocky asshole.”

His lips twitched. “And your point?”

“My point is shut up and fuck me.” I slid over him and he groaned, tipping back his head in complete submission. I could’ve pressed harder, kept him in place, or I could lean down and nip his Adam’s apple, just to feel the long cords of his body jerk under mine. Door number two won. “Or if you’d rather I do the honors…”

“Ladies first.”

With one circle of my hips, he was seated inside me, buried deep, his tongue slashing into my mouth with every advance and retreat. I didn’t waste time on foreplay. Neither of us needed any. This was plain and simple screwing, with us using each other to get off as fast as possible.

I got there first, with a cry that ripped from my chest. He didn’t so much as pause. His hips continued to ram against mine, driving his length deep and then deeper still, his hand a bruising pressure on my ass. He pushed me down on him while slamming upward, hitting that magic spot inside me that turned the sparklers behind my closed eyelids into a freaking laser light show. I gasped through the pleasure, then the pain as it spun on and on and became something almost unbearable.

Still he fucked me, taking me to the limit then sending me hurtling right past it.

Rearing back, he drove into me a final time, scraping nerve endings wore raw and sending them into yet another screaming spiral of bliss while his quick spurts pumped into me. As he climaxed, he dug his fingers into my hip hard enough that I swore a matching imprint bloomed on the opposite side. Again and again, he stroked into me, still coming, his release dripping between us until we were a sticky, depleted mess.

Or maybe I was the only one who was depleted, because his cock was still semi-hard.

Holy shit.

“You are one sick fuck,” I said against his chest, unable to do more than open one eye. Balefully.

“Why?”

“Ask me that when you’re not still jammed inside me.”

“Such a poet.” He rubbed his thumb over my lower lip. “So I guess you’re not that out of shape.”

I wheezed out a laugh. “Gee, thanks.”

“I’ll probably need a spleen removal op.” He grimaced and rubbed his stomach. “Pretty sure you bruised mine.”

“Good. You deserved it.” But I slipped down his body, ruefully dislodging his cock, and pressed a kiss to the approximate spot I’d punched. “I’ll probably feel guilty tomorrow.”

“No, you won’t.”

“I said probably.”

He chuckled and scooped his hand through my hair. “You know I’m going to train you, right?”

I rested my chin on his torso. “Duh.”

His smile lasted for another moment before fading away. “They want you to fight Evie.”

I’m not sure what reaction he expected to that pronouncement, but from the wrinkle that formed between his eyes, my howl of laughter probably wasn’t it.

Gripping my belly, I rolled onto my back. “Crumpet? No. Fucking. Way.”

“You have to take her seriously. From what I read online, she had one hell of a record overseas.”

“Yeah, and Captain Crunch could really steer a boat back in the day. Color me terrified.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I’m going to tell her I can’t train her, for obvious reasons. Which means she’ll probably get Timmins until a new trainer can be assigned. He’s good.”

“So? You’re better.” She gave him a moment to puff out his chest before she added, “I’m better.”

“There’s my modest mouse.” Shaking his head, he flicked her nose. “You’re not upset, are you?”

I said nothing. If I spoke too soon, he’d probably hear the excitement vibrating in my voice. I hadn’t fully realized how much I wanted to get back into the ring until the option was presented to me.