Speed King (Men of Action 1)

“Compromise, Ace. I’m not giving up my job at Tom’s.”

“Not yet.”

“Never if you don’t lose the attitude. I’ll be his longest-running employee.”

He grins against the back of my hand, and I scoot closer, laying my head on his shoulder. “I’ll have to get your drill schedule in my calendar in order to make sure Jewls is available to be my weekend buddy. This place is kinda scary to be here alone.”

“That can be arranged, but babe, I got to warn you. When we walked in tonight, we got less than three minutes of whatever shit you girls were watching, and Ford is having the channel removed.”

“He can’t! It’s the Hallmark channel in October! Next month is the countdown to Christmas, and there are forty new movies airing.”

“You’ll find something else to do.” I pick up on a hint of insinuation, right before he hauls me on top and shifts so I can feel every hard inch of him. “Since you’re awake, why don’t you finish telling me more about what you love when we shower?”

A different heat creeps up my cheeks, and I’m glad it’s dark. Achilles is bigger, strong, and much more experienced than me. Outside of a few stolen moments, he’s always taken control when we make love. He’s an expert at commanding my body. Only twice have I seen him on the verge of losing his cool, and somehow, he always reels it in, scared he’s going to hurt me. I’ve willingly given in to him, knowing he needs it. But this morning, I want to give him what he gives me and feel the ecstasy of anticipation.

I unlink our hands and brace on his chest, rocking up to find his mouth and sweep my lips across his. “Usually, it starts with you carrying me into the bathroom, wrapped around you. When you set me on my feet, your eyes always roam over me with a look I can’t describe.”

My lips move to the column of his throat, traveling down until they’re right over his pec muscle. The tip of my tongue licks around his nipple, then traces the tattoos I’ve memorized.

“You hold me close if the water is too cold until it is just right.”

I continue to move lower, covering every inch of his torso with my mouth.

“I love it when you place me under the spray of water, running your hands through my hair, kissing me gently until we’re both soaked.”

My legs slide to the side of his thighs, and I grind over his cock before continuing my descent and leaning back on my knees.

“I love it when you insist on lathering every inch of my skin using your hands.” I mimic the action by skimming my hands across his chest and down his torso, feeling the ripple of his muscles flex under my palms.

My lips finally reach the tip of his crown, closing over it. The first taste of him is incredible. His skin is smooth and hot, firm and silky… his length pulsing at my touch. I whimper, running my tongue up and down the length, gently kissing the flesh.

“Baby, get your ass back up here,” he demands harshly.

I shake my head and make a ‘Nuh-uh’ sound, sucking him slowly in, then circling with my tongue. His hands go to my shoulders, pressuring me to come to him, but I resist, continuing with my story. “You watch me wash my hair, still touching me, not taking your eyes off. So intimate and personal, knowing I belong to you.”

“Fuck me,” he hisses, his hands gone as he twists and the lamp clicks on. My eyes adjust quickly, and when I raise them up, a flood of craving and lust races through my veins. He’s staring at me with a savage hunger, his face set in a way I know too well. He’s on that verge, and the look intensifies when I suck him deeper, my throat opening to allow his length as far as it will go.

I say no more, dropping my eyes and concentrating on getting all of him. Before Achilles, my limited experience with make-out sessions gave me an idea of the guy’s size. None of that comes close to comparing. He’s exactly what I’d imagine with a man of his stature—long, thick, and the skin like silky satin on my tongue.

My knees press into the mattress, and I shift, sliding a hand between us to lightly caress his balls before gripping the base. His hips jerk and twist, a low rumble filling the room. The sound sets something off inside—something primal and illuminating. The need to be in control. I move quicker, worshipping him as he’s done to me countless times. I angle to the side and swirl my tongue around his hot flesh, gliding through the tip.

“Jesus… fuck…” he draws out, swelling thicker.