Cease Fire (Blackbridge Security 9)

“Ready?”

Her nod is slower now, her face lax and satisfied.

“Let me in, baby,” I beg as her body immediately clamps on the head of my dick.

“Fuck,” she pants, spreading her legs wider as I inch inside of her. “Your piercings.”

“Feel good?” I’m not usually one for soft talk while fucking a woman, but I need the distraction right now.

I’ve never been a two-pump chump. Well, not after my first couple of partnered interactions, but this woman is threatening to make me embarrass myself.

“So good,” she answers.

I could tell her how good they’d feel if she were on her hands and knees with the bars hitting her G-spot, but I need her facing me. I want her hands on me, her eyes on me. I don’t want her to ever doubt exactly who is making her feel this way.

If we ever end up this way again, I vow to show her all the things my piercings can do.

“Fast or slow, Jules?” I growl.

“Yes.”

I chuckle, burying my face in her neck as I wrap my arms under and then over the top of her shoulders, bringing us so close together, I have to back away just a little so I don’t crush her.

Her fingers dig into my back, her legs wrapped high up on my hips, and although I can tell I’m finding the end of her with every fucking stroke, I still need more.

I move back, holding my weight on one hand near her head, and lift her leg into the crook of my other elbow.

Her mouth hangs open, her eyelids heavy as she moans with each stab of my hips.

“Am I hurting you?”

She shakes her head again. “I’m going to—”

“Fuuucckk,” I hiss as her body clamps down on my cock.

I thought she was tight after her orgasms, but it’s nothing compared to during.

“Jesus, Jules. Fuck, baby. Milk my cock. Goddamn, that’s the best thing I’ve—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I’m trying to get better control of my body when she screams my name, and then it’s over. There’s no way I could hold off any longer. Dropping her leg, I pull her up as I shift back, sitting on my heels, bouncing her on my cock.

I’m seconds away, working toward that peak, then she presses her lips to mine. I fucking explode, the orgasm taking over every cell in my body. I don’t even have the wherewithal to continue lifting her. Jules drops down on my cock, fully impaled as I come, whimpering as if she can feel the throb of my release.

She doesn’t make a move to get off of me, and I just bask in the feel of her skin against mine as my heart struggles to pump blood through my body.

Our skin is covered in a sheen of sweat as our mouths continue to touch. We’re both breathing so hard, we aren’t even really kissing, just sharing the same air, our eyes focused and unbelieving on the other.

Before I can read more into the connection or create something that actually isn’t there, I lay her back down before pulling out of her and crashing beside her on the bed.

It’s several minutes later when I roll my head on the mattress to look at her. She does the same, and I guess I can assume we haven’t ruined anything between us when I see that her smile is just as big as mine.

Chapter 4

Jules

“I haven’t seen her,” I tell my best friend, once again pulling the collar of my sweater higher on my neck.

“Mom said she came in here,” Beth says, looking around for her aunt Sandi.

“Maybe she went to the restroom?”

“Maybe,” Beth says, her eyes narrowing on me as I give her the best fake smile I can manage.

Actually, it’s not even a fake smile. I haven’t stopped grinning since last night. Okay, that’s not exactly true. This morning was a little awkward.

Kit didn’t seem to want to leave my room, and I wasn’t exactly in any hurry to toss him out. Somehow, we fell asleep after we cleaned up—separately—in the bathroom.

Personally, I was hoping for another round of the best sex of my life when I opened my eyes, but despite the erection thick between his legs, Kit just got up and got dressed, giving me a weird little wave before leaving my room just as the sun was coming up. It was almost like he was shy. But how is that possible after all the words he spoke to me last night?

I’d bargained for slow, possibly bad sex, but that’s far from what I got. Bad isn’t a word I’d ever use to describe what happened last night. It didn’t last very long, but I kind of anticipated that by the noise he made when he pressed into me for the first time. The man made me come twice before and once during, and that, my friends, is the best a woman can ask for. It was amazing. He was amazing. The way he growled my name, the way he worked his—