I Am Justice (Black Ops Confidential 1)

“It could’ve meant nothing to me. And in that moment, it should’ve. But I knew exactly what she meant. She was telling me that as total and awful and fucked up as that moment was, it wasn’t all there was to life. She was telling me to keep going. Reminding me my life wouldn’t end that day. For me, there would be a lot more than the moment of violence that ended her life, even more than the violence I’d participated in.

“And she was telling me it was okay for me to have that more. So now, I’m trying to make my more be a way to help others, kids like her.”

Aw, hell. She rose to her knees. “I’m sorry, Sandesh. Sorry I dragged you into this. I’m going to make this right. I promise.”

She ran a hand along his jaw. He’d shaved. It was smooth and still damp. She kissed him there, sucked the moisture. His breath caught. It smelled minty, like toothpaste. She kissed the side of his lips.

He sat deadly still. But he wanted her. So said the hardness expanding his boxers. She kissed his jawline until she met that soft place below his ear. She licked.

“Justice.” He sighed her name. A plea. A prayer. A promise.

She swept her tongue inside his ear and breathed a sultry sigh. “Sandesh.”

He moaned, a sound so hot it could have burned away walls. He turned his head toward her. “Justice.”

The invitation was there. She took it, put a hand around his neck, tugged him forward, and leaned back.

He rolled so she was solidly under him. He rubbed his hard cock against her already-wet core. His eyes searched hers for an answer.

She arched, letting him know with the rise of her body that she needed and wanted this. And even though every signal told him to proceed, she still knew he’d ask.

He closed his eyes. His breath heavy. His body pressed so intimately she could feel the pulse in his cock. “Justice, let’s share details. I’m clean. Had a whole workup before I left the States. I don’t have a condom. So?”

He battled his own need as she writhed under him. Damn, his control was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

And that shouldn’t seem like an opportunity, but it did. She gripped his ass and made soft pleading sounds. He shook his head. He tried to lift off her. She put her arms around his waist, held him.

He closed his eyes. “One of us has to think here, and it’s getting really difficult for me to think with you rocking under me.”

She put her palm against his face, waited for him to look at her. He did. He stared at her like it would cause pain to look away.

“I’m clean. Tested regularly. And the GPS isn’t the only thing implanted. I’m on the pill. Long-term. But I don’t want you to stop thinking. I want you to think. Be aware of this moment, with me. Feel it with me. Don’t let go of this day, this room, us. Stop talking. Be with me. Please.”

She kissed him on the lips, drawing it out, sweeping her tongue into his mouth. She probed their slick, soft connection with gentle eagerness, then a teasing softness, then a raging, wild desire.

He responded in kind.

She wanted to shout with the pure, electric joy of him against her. The exploration of their tongues and hands—filled with heat, igniting every inch.

Skin. She needed… She pulled at his boxers. “Off.”

They stripped. The seconds of separation felt like an eternity. They reunited hot skin against hot, smooth skin. Glorious. She was wet and crazed with the need to have him inside her.

She reached for his cock. “Please.”

He smiled against her mouth as he pushed himself against her hand. She whimpered.

“I want to taste you.”

Oh. Okay.

He kissed his way down, sucked her breasts, her stomach, moved to her center. She arched expectantly as he brought his lips around her clit, sucked and licked and stroked. Her head fell back.

His tongue danced along her edges, dipped inside her, stroked her clit until she lost her mind. She threaded her hands into his hair, pressed herself against him.

The pressure built. She could feel the orgasm so tantalizingly close. She wanted him. She needed him. Inside. She grabbed for him, pulled at his broad shoulders. “I want to come around your cock.”

He growled. Approval. Need. He shifted over her, his cock between her legs. He lowered his head, kissed along her cheek. Pushed inside her.

She cried out. He filled her, hot and dense, the most perfect feeling ever.

He thrust. Deep. Oh. Better. So…much…better.

He began to thrust and retreat, deep then shallow, deep then shallow. She rocked her hips, kept pace, made desperate sounds of want and need and please-don’t-stop.

He responded, thrusting harder. Faster. And she was thanking him and moaning and pumping her hips to meet the slam of his thick cock. The orgasm tensed her core, tighter, tighter, impossibly so. Then it broke open. Tremors released and pounded over and through her.

“Sandy, yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”

She tossed her head. Waves of shuttering vibrations kept her moving, grinding. So good. She was distantly aware that he watched her, drank in her writhing curves, slick with sweat.

She slowed her frantic pace. Her body melted as her nerves celebrated the last little shocks and tremors.

He kissed her lips, teased her mouth open as he put his hands under her ass, scooped her up, and slid his knees under her. He draped her legs one and then the other against his chest. Her ankles up by his ears. The elevated position gave him better access. And her less control.

“Justice. Watching you come is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He plunged thick and heavy inside her. Air broke from her in startled grunts. He moaned a rough oath, a gritty promise followed by the single-minded declaration in the slap and slam of his body.

He thrust deep and fast, but not mindlessly. He watched her, watched so that the action of his hips met the sighs on her lips. His hard body responded, sliding against her pleasure points, teasing helpless cries and soft moans from her.

His own desire lined his brow, tightened his jaw, parted his lips.

When a second orgasm crested, she could see the knowing in his eyes, feel it in the arch and increased speed of his hips. Oh. God.

The sharp muscles of his stomach coiled. The line of his biceps stood out as he squeezed her ass, bowed her hips, drove into her.

The pressu

re built, rolled up tight. She rocked with him. It was too much. The electric, hot feel of him stretching her.

She came again.

The swell and roll of the orgasm wracked her body, sent her heaving against him, whimpering and calling out his name. It felt like dying, like nothing existed but the trembling, hot push of his body into hers.

He responded to her cries with a groan. Then he lost himself. Thrusting without rhythm, almost uncontrollably, he broke hot and heavy inside of her.

For sweet seconds, his slick heat pushed within her, then with a final moan that sounded like willing surrender, his thrusts naturally slowed, and he stilled.

Panting, he disentangled himself from her and collapsed beside her, one leg partially on top of her.

His leg was heavy, so warm. She didn’t need him to move, but he did. He moved his leg, kissed her forehead. A line of semen followed him, dripped across her hip. He drew her to him.

He brought his mouth to her ear, nuzzled her.

The sound of their heavy breaths filled the room for quiet, comfortable moments. And then she heard him chuckling.

Okay. Apparently, she was amusing. He said, his voice a whisper of hot satisfaction, “The way you move—all gyrations and fury. Damn. I can’t get enough of it.”

“And that amuses you?”

“I love how carried away you get.”

Uh? What? Doesn’t everyone? “You have had sex before, right?”

He chuckled again, moved his head down on the pillow so his mouth was closer to her ear. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. It’s a good thing. You’re easy to read.”

“I’m easy? Careful, charmer.” She grinned at him, enjoying this part. Who knew pillow talk could be fun?

He used his thumb to brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “You tell me what you want with the double-pump action of your tits and hips. And those fuck-me-harder sighs and the way you beg. Oh God, the way you beg me not to stop. Like I have a fucking choice. Like seeing you moan and grind into me does anything but make me too crazy to do anything but lose myself fast and sloppy inside you.”