Ambrose (The Theriot Family 5)

He rose up on his elbows as I gripped his inner thighs and pushed his legs wide so I could step between them.

“I want you flat on your back with your arms above your head.”

He smirked at me. “You’re very demanding.”

“Get used to it. You’re mine, and I know exactly what I want to do to you.”

“What? Tell me.”

“Jesus, Eric.”

“I want to hear you say it.” As he spoke, he unbuckled his duty belt, removed it, then leaned over and carefully set it on the floor. It thrilled me to know he trusted me enough to leave his gun there. Most of the women I’d been with barely trusted me enough to agree to go at it behind a bar, and if they let me take them home, they made sure I left as soon as I’d come. I couldn’t really blame them, but I liked how different this was.

“I want to hear you say what you want.” Eric’s tone shifted. There was something vulnerable there like he really did need to know how much he affected me. Did he doubt me? Did he still think I might run screaming when I remembered he also had a cock?

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t breathe, until you can’t think of anything but me and the way I own you. I’ll keep going until you’re begging me to come in your ass. I’ll make you fucking see stars.”

He smiled. “You already have.”

The words were soft, the vulnerability still there in his tone. I needed to make him understand this wasn’t a game for me. This wasn’t some experiment or me seeing how far I could take it. This was more than I’d ever felt before. I loved him, and that scared the hell out of me, but every moment we spent together made the truth clearer.

“Before I do all that, I’m going to find out what it feels like to take your cock in my mouth.”

Eric sucked in his breath. “You are? You want that?”

“I do. I want to try everything with you. I’m not afraid of this, of touching you or pleasuring you. I’m only afraid of what I feel in here.” I laid my hand on my chest. I couldn’t believe I’d admitted that to him. To never admit my weaknesses was a lesson I’d learned by the time I was thirteen.

“Me too,” Eric said, and I knew he meant it. He was feeling what I was feeling. Neither of us had been looking for this. It had taken both of us by surprise, but there was no fighting it now.

I unfastened his uniform pants. He lifted his hips, and I pulled them and his underwear down enough to expose his cock.

“Move.” I gripped his thighs, trying to shove him toward the head of the bed.

He wiggled until he was fully on the mattress. I straddled his legs and bent down, inhaling the scent of him at the crease of his hip and groin.

He shifted, arching up, obviously trying to draw my attention to his cock. He was hard as steel. I wanted to touch him and taste him, but I was going to make him wait.

I kissed the thin skin that stretched over his hip and shoved his shirt farther up, exposing his flat stomach, then ran my lips over his skin, enjoying the tickle of his hair. I moved lower until I was placing a kiss right beside his cock, nearly brushing it with my cheek.

“Damn it, Ambrose. Stop fucking torturing me.”

“This isn’t torture. This is nothing. I spent all morning worrying about you, then I had to watch Carlotti’s man chase you. I had to take a risk and shoot him, knowing if I missed, I could hit you. That was torture.”

“I told you I—”

“Shut up, or I’m going to make you wait longer.” He reached for me, but I grabbed his wrists and sat up. “Hands over your head. If you can’t keep them there, I’ll have to use your cuffs on you.”

“Jesus, that’s never sounded hot before.”

“And now…”

“I… Just get on with it.”

“No. I’m taking my time. Savoring you.

“What if someone comes after us? My location isn’t exactly a secret.”

“Then I’ll kill them slowly and painfully for interrupting this.”

“You really think you can just—”

“Yes. When I want something badly enough, I get it.” In that moment, I completely believed I could take out all Carlotti’s operatives by myself if they tried to stop me from touching Eric.

I lifted Eric’s sac, enjoying the feeling of his heavy balls in my hand. I squeezed gently, and he gasped. Wanting to hear more from him, I tugged on them, and he arched up, pushing his cock toward my face. The tip was damp, and I couldn’t resist the urge to lick the drop of precum from his slit.