Cease Fire (Blackbridge Security 9)

I bite into my lower lip, not feeling the pain as he devours me, that talented tongue of his knowing my body already.

“You’re going to make me come,” I warn, my back muscles already tightening up in anticipation of my release.

He responds by stiffening his tongue and slipping it inside of me. My eyes roll back in my head, my body trembling, and then I do something I’ve never been brave enough to do before. I push back into his face, unconcerned if the man can breathe. I’m giving my body what it demands, thinking only of myself, and it seems to drive him wild.

Kit grips my thighs around the front and pulls me back even harder, effectively cutting off his oxygen supply in an effort to bring me pleasure. It’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced.

“Kit,” I growl, and it’s as if he knows exactly what I need, and he’s a slave to my hunger. His tongue slips out of me, not wasting a second before flicking on my clit, and I explode.

The only thing holding me up is his grip on my legs. I convulse against his mouth, pulsing an orgasm so strong it leaves me unable to make a sound.

“Jesus,” he whispers, moving back a few inches just before I feel several fingers dipping inside of me with ease due to my level of arousal. “The way you fucking clench when you come, Jules. I think I could bust just eating this perfect pussy for hours.”

I preen, my body still appreciating the pulsing zings of climax with the way he’s stroking inside of me slowly.

“Do you need more, baby? Or can I get mine, too?”

“Both?” I pant, drawing a chuckle from him.

He crawls on the bed behind me, using his massive hands to spread me open, and once again my mind goes to exactly what he’s seeing. I’m fully exposed, open to him, and fuck if the conversation I was having earlier with Beth about Joey doesn’t come back to mind. I’m desperate to feel him brush me in that forbidden spot, but at the same time, I’m not brave enough to ask. Hell, I don’t think him taking me there would even work. Joey was an amazing lover, but he’s got nothing on size or skill that Kit Riggs has.

“So fucking perfect,” Kit praises, his thumb skating from my clit all the way to my back.

I moan at the contact, at him giving me exactly what I need without having to open my mouth. He’s so observant, so in tune with my body, that the man doesn’t miss a single cue from me.

“Yeah?” he whispers thoughtfully as his thumb skates right over that forbidden place once again.

I groan again, pushing back just a little.

A satisfied rumble escapes from his throat, and honestly, it’s nearly enough for me to offer that to him.

“Maybe some other time?” he suggests, gripping his cock and smacking the tip of it against my needy flesh. “Right now, this is what I need.”

He’s inside of me in the next breath, the invasion so swift, I gasp at the intrusion.

“Easy,” he says when my body instinctively jerks forward in a bid to ease the ache he causes.

His hands clamp down on my hips, holding me in place, but he’s static inside of me.

“Good girl,” he whispers when, after a moment, I press backward, desperate for more.

I’ve never been fuller in my life. The man has a lot to work with, and as I moan when he pulls out and slides back in, I know he’s going to share every single bit with me. I know that if my body couldn’t handle what he has to offer, he’d find a way to take it from me.

“Oh God,” I hiss when those damn bars on his cock slide across my G-spot.

“Exactly,” he says, and then the man really goes to town.

He didn’t lie. He delivered exactly what he promised. He had me all damn night, and I’m smiling cheek to cheek when I walk down the aisle as Beth’s maid of honor the next day, despite the ache in my core and the mild limp.

Chapter 5

Kit

My sister may be getting her fairy tale day, but I am, too.

She’s marrying the love of her life right now, and my cock is nearly hard from watching Jules walk to the front of the ceremony, her stroll confident despite the hitch in her step. I hope I’m the only one who recognizes it for what it is, but at the same time, I want everyone here to know I’m the reason she’s going to be a little tender when she sits down all day. If my luck hasn’t run out, I hope that by tomorrow, she can barely walk at all.

A better man would give her a break, run her a warm bath to soak in to ease those aches and pains, but a better man probably wouldn’t recognize the way she slickens right up, each and every damn time she hisses at her tenderness.