Unstoppable
A Pyte/Sentinel Novel
Chapter 1
Manhattan, New York
“You like that?” he asked in a husky voice. “Then you’ll love this.”
He ran the tip of his tongue around the little nub, careful not to touch it. Haley squirmed beneath his hands, trying to find relief. He slid two fingers inside her but switched to one when he realized how tight she was. He was glad that he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t had sex in a while. He wanted her desperate for him.
Finally, he ran his tongue over her sensitive little nub, earning a moan so he did it again and again while slowly sliding his finger in and out of her. He had to close his eyes. He was so close to coming and she hadn’t even touched him yet. He prayed that he wouldn’t embarrass himself tonight since he planned on being inside of her for most of the night.
Her sheath tightened around his finger like a vice. He sucked her clit between his lips while flicking his tongue teasingly over the little bundle of nerves.
“Jason...Jason...” she moaned his name softly for several minutes as he licked her out. “Jason!” she finally screamed his name as her body throbbed violently around his finger.
“Who writes this garbage?” Ashley asked, shaking her head in disgust as she turned the well-worn book over in her hands and looked for the name of the author.
R.L. Mathewson.
Mrs. Marshall really needed to set some standards on the books that she accepted, Ashley thought as she turned the book back over and continued reading. Who reads this crap? she had to wonder as she turned to the next page and leaned back against the metal bookshelf to get more comfortable while she read this horrible book that she fully planned on putting down.
He waited until she lay boneless on the bed, panting before pulling away and slowly licking his lips and fingers clean before he leaned over and kissed her.
“Condom,” he said through clenched teeth. He was on the edge of coming. He’d never been more turned on in his life. He wanted to fuck her in every position imaginable and then in some that he was pretty sure were physically impossible, but he was willing to give them all a try.
He felt Haley go still beneath him. It was so quick that he almost missed it. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she pushed him off. Shit. She was still pissed about earlier.
“Haley, I- fuck!” he groaned loudly, well yelled really, as Haley in one swift move yanked his boxers down and took him in her hot, wet mouth. He braced his hands on her shoulders while she worked him. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth with a well-practiced move that nearly had his eyes crossing.
She cupped his sack with one hand, rolling it in her palm, making him groan and his hips buck. He forced himself to be still so that he wouldn’t hurt her. She met his gaze when she slowly took him in and-
“I don’t think this book is meant for you, sweetie,” a deep voice said just as the horrible book that she was not planning on checking out was plucked from her hands.
Blinking in surprise, and really, by now nothing should surprise her, Ashley looked up to find a cute young guy in his twenties with light brown hair and blue eyes standing in front of her. Adjusting the backpack hung over his shoulder, he leaned down until he was almost eye level with her and gave her one of those patronizing smiles that she was used to seeing before someone opened their mouths and made a complete ass out of themselves.
This time would be no different.
“Where’s your mommy, sweetie?” he asked in a voice better used on babies and small toddlers, probably trying not to scare her, which she could appreciate considering the fact that he probably thought that she was ten years old and for a good reason. She was barely four feet tall, wore her long blonde hair in a braid, had the face and body of a child, and was forced to wear this pink blouse with purple hearts on it thanks to the clothing industry’s refusal to make business-casual clothing for children.
Still…
“Where’s yours?” Ashley shot back, wondering if she was ever going to make it through a day without being reminded about just how wonderful it was to be her.
Blinking in surprise, he mumbled, “Umm, home probably.”
“Did you need something?” she asked, reaching out and plucked the book that she’d been reading out of his hand and put it on the shelf, making a mental note of where she’d put it for later.
So, she could make sure that it was adjusting well to its new home, of course.
“Are you lost?” the man asked, clearly deciding that he wasn’t going to be sidetracked from his purpose.
“No,” Ashley said slowly before turning innocent eyes on him, “are you?”
Blinking, and she couldn’t help but note that he did that a lot, he stood up to his full height with a frown and glanced around the library, probably looking for some poor adult foolish enough to lay claim to her. When he didn’t find anyone, he looked back at her with one of those patronizing smiles and said, “Why don’t we go find Mrs. Marshall, hmm?”
“I’d really rather not,” she said, honestly not sure if she could handle listening to her boss gush about her ten perfect grandchildren today.