Blood & Bones: Rook (Blood Fury MC 7)

Her juices were being smeared on his lips, his face, into his beard, onto his tongue and he fucking couldn’t get enough of it. He thrust against her mattress once, twice, then forced himself to stop because it wouldn’t take much more for him to shoot his load.

And there was only one place where it needed to be.

He sucked harder, licked faster, nibbled her clit and her lips. Touching the tip of his tongue to her tight, puckered hole, wetting the rim, making it glisten. He replaced his tongue with his finger, pressing, testing, stroking.

He had to block out the sounds she made because they were driving him mad, driving him to the brink he was trying to avoid because it was too soon.

He teased her more, feeling the tight ring loosen, encouraging him. He took the invitation and slipped the tip of his finger inside while continuing to devour her cunt.

As soon as he drove his finger in to the second knuckle, she stiffened, bowed off the bed, smashed her pussy into his face and a wail filled the small bedroom. He couldn’t miss the way even her anus pulsed around his finger.

Jesus fuck, he was going to blow soon. He couldn’t take much more.

With one more lap of his tongue, to collect any and all of her sweet juices, he surged up and over her, wrapping her legs around him and settling in between her thighs.

She was boneless and every muscle now loose as she stared up at him, her face showing not only the satisfaction the orgasm brought her, but also the exhaustion. Something she couldn’t hide, even if she wanted to.

“Don’t gotta do shit, darlin’. I’m gonna do everythin’.”

“I want to be on top.”

He shook his head. “Not this time.”

Not this time. Yeah, that came out of his fucking mouth.

Not this time. Next time.

When she was more rested, he could lose his mind while watching her ride his dick. Because he wanted that as much as her. He wanted to see her naked on top of him, see how shiny his dick became with each rise and fall on his length. So he could see himself stretching her before he filled her with his cum. Then he’d want her to keep going so she drove it deeper inside her, so she coated both her own insides and his own dick with it. Then he’d flip her around and pound her until he came inside her again.

But, yeah, next time.

Next fucking time.

He had no doubt there would be a next time. And a time after that.

Because at that very moment, he’d stopped lying to himself. That very moment proved he wouldn’t be able to walk away.

He couldn’t give this up. Couldn’t give her up.

No matter who she was. No matter what she did.

He knew it the first time he fucked her against the mirror by the front door. The first time he marked her neck and tits. He knew he’d never just be able to walk away. He’d ignored it.

But he couldn’t now.

He could no longer deny the truth.

Jet was his.

Only, he didn’t know what to do about it.

Chapter Sixteen

His weight was crushing because after coming deep inside her, he’d simply collapsed with his face pressed into her neck. His tongue lazily stroked over the bite he’d given her when she’d orgasmed the third and most recent time. His cock still twitched occasionally, and his chest still pumped, each heavy breath beating a pattern against her damp skin.

He hadn’t been lying when he said that she wouldn’t have to do a damn thing. He’d done it all. He’d given her one orgasm with his mouth, with a little help from that intrusive finger, and two more while he plowed into her like he might die if he didn’t.

Even as exhausted as she was, every second of it was…

So bone-melting, muscle-shaking, heart-pounding awesome.

Too bad he was a dick.

At least he had a great dick—and tongue—to go along with his alpha asshole attitude.

In truth, she should be more disturbed about him forcing his way into her place for a third time. He was damn lucky he was good in bed. He was also lucky he had moved her .38 out of reach so if she had jerked awake thinking she had an intruder, she didn’t accidentally shoot his cocky ass.

Or shoot him not so accidentally.

“You want to tell me how the hell you got in here? I secured the window you jimmied open last time.” She had one hand resting right above his ass, the other one loosely gripping his bicep. She wasn’t holding him there, but she also wasn’t pushing him off her.

She kind of liked the weight of him, especially since they were still intimately connected.

“Bein’ a pig, would think you know deadbolts are useless.”

She was learning to ignore the “pig” insult, but it still made her want to roll her eyes every time he used it.