Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security 2)

With each word, each body part he describes, I feel his touch there. I feel him on every inch of my skin even though he’s still several feet away.

His eyes gleam, and no matter the control he’s had, I can see it’s beginning to slip. He isn’t playing malicious games, no matter how much my mind is trying to convince me that I’m a toy and going to be left wanting. He’s right here with me, building himself up the same way he’s taunting me. This won’t end with any level of dissatisfaction. The only question is if it’s going to destroy me.

“As you wish,” he whispers, coming closer, his knee bending so he can press it into the mattress at my side. “Fingers first.”

“R-Really?”

“Make it quick before I change my mind.”

“Please don’t,” I whisper, but a millisecond later, my fingers are right back at the apex of my thighs. “May I come?”

“Yes.”

I see fucking stars. My legs shake. My brain blanks. My arms and legs lock in place.

Yep, he’s going to destroy me.

“Fuck, baby.”

Then my hand is being tugged away, and I snarl like a wild animal because stopping this train now would be a torture I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

But then his mouth is there, lapping, sucking, nipping, and my orgasm is renewed with a fire I feel in my soul.

My fingers tangle in his hair as my hips roll against his mouth. He doesn’t stop me. He doesn’t chastise my response.

He groans into my flesh, tongue moving against the most sensitive parts of me until I have to shove him away.

“Please, please, please,” I pant.

He doesn’t stop, and all I feel is sensation. His fingers invade me in the most delicious way, and he gives me the first three things I wanted.

My fingers.

His fingers.

His mouth.

I never knew it would all happen at once. I never knew he’d be able to pull it off.

“No more,” I hiss when the surfeit of sensitivity becomes too much.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he pulls his mouth away.

I want to keep my eyes closed, but my heart demands the connection to him. His mouth, lips puffy and slick, draw my attention.

“Fuck me,” I plead.

His face falls, and I instantly regret my request. Doubt swims inside of me.

“I need…”

God, I’d give him anything at this point, just to see his smile. His commanding voice would be okay, too, but he frowns, pulling back from me. The warmth of his body is automatically filled with a coldness that sends chills down my spine.

“I did something wrong.”

My jaw clamps shut when I realize I spoke these words out loud.

“No.” He puts more distance between us. “No, baby. You did everything right.”

His eyes fall to the comforter.

“I—it was too much. I just—”

I follow his gaze, biting my lip to keep from giggling like a fool when I see the stain on his otherwise pristine blanket.

“You came.”

It’s his face’s turn to redden. His hand scrapes over the top of his head. “I swear to God this has never happened before.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I lift my eyes from the wet spot to look at his face.

“That’s the biggest compliment I’ve ever been given.”

“Really?” He sounds doubtful. “I’m so fucking embarrassed.”

“Because you enjoyed your pussy so much your body couldn’t take it?”

His flagging cock jerks with my words, and the desire still filling his eyes tells me this reprieve isn’t going to last very long.

“Careful,” he warns, but the small grin on his face says he likes my teasing.

It reminds me of the way he rocked my world with a single kiss and a wink before promptly tripping when he got on the elevator a while back. It proves he’s human, not infallible, and that makes me trust this even more.

“Need my mouth?”

“No,” he answers swiftly.

He’s like The Flash and Houdini all in one as he moves toward his discarded clothes on the floor and produces a condom. Just as fast, the latex is rolled down his cock, and he’s climbing on the bed between my still splayed thighs.

“Are you ready?” His fingers tangle in my hair, my head following his hand as he tugs it backward to expose my neck.

His teeth find the delicate skin, and even after the orgasm I just had, my body demands more. More touches. More skin. More teasing. More everything.

He doesn’t disappoint.

The second I’m able to pant, “Yes,” he slides inside of me.

There’s no fumbling, no repositioning, none of the embarrassment that pinked his cheeks earlier.

We both sigh, finally fulfilled when he finds the end of me.

“Oh my God,” he breathes into my neck.

“I know,” I agree. “I know.”

His hips roll, my name a chant on his lips, and I was right when I answered him earlier. Right now, I don’t need anything but him. I don’t need the commands or the aggression. I don’t need a show of force or filthy words.