Heroic Measures (Blackbridge Security 6)

“Your body is perfect, Parker. Make this flawless pussy come.” I press into her harder, waging my bets and sending up a prayer for just a minute longer.

“Jude,” she whispers again, her breaths now in the crook between my neck and shoulder because concentrating on kissing is impossible for both of us.

“Parker,” I growl. “Come.”

A low animalistic groan bubbles out of her throat just as she grows tighter, clenching around me with a rhythm I’ll remember and feel until my dying day.

I pull back, hips slapping forward, fucking her through her orgasm as I jump over the edge with her.

Her fingers clutch at me, nails digging into my sides as I grunt my own release.

I can’t stop. My hips continue to work, ass clenching as I drive into her over and over and over like a madman.

She whimpers, and I want to swallow those sounds so they become a part of me as well. Leaning over her once again, I press my mouth to hers, her lips only managing lazy kisses.

“You have to stop,” she says.

“Another condom?” I ask, pulling out of her and reaching for another.

Chapter 6

Parker

I laugh, the sound weak even to my own ears.

“I need a break.”

I don’t bother looking, but I can tell Jude is pulling off the condom and tossing it in the trash on the other side of my nightstand.

Then warm fingers find my nipples, reverent and soft. A warm tongue and smooth lips are next, and my body argues with me about what it needs. I’m torn, exhausted from the long day but also eager to do all of that all over again.

“Tired?” he asks, finally dropping down beside me. “Come here.”

Normally, I’d pull away, rush into the bathroom and shower, praying he’d be gone before I got out, but he’s left me boneless and needy.

I allow him to pull me to his chest, relishing in the feel of his fingers tracing circles low on my back.

“I never knew it could be like that,” he whispers, but the rumble from his chest makes it seem much louder.

“Best you ever had?” I tease, my lips smiling against his sweat damp skin.

“Only.”

One single word has the ability to derail every damn sex high I’ve been saturated under.

I lift up, hand pressed against his chest, and stare down at him. “Excuse me?”

“Only,” he repeats, and my brain tries to do the math.

When he came in a second flat, I chalked it up to it having been too long. He wouldn’t be the first overeager, shy guy to come so quickly.

“Like it’s been years?” I ask stupidly because nothing is computing correctly right now, and I have him to blame for scrambling my thoughts so easily.

“Like all my years.”

“You’re a virgin?”

“Was.” He grins, and I feel a crushing sense of disappointment.

I’m not a prude. I’m not someone that thinks virginity is anything special. I wasn’t raised to do exactly whatever I want with whomever I choose, but my cherry was never something special. Overvaluing a thin layer of skin is damaging to the psyche of both girls that have it and boys who think they deserve it. Sex is a responsibility and should never be taken lightly or with an uneducated approach.

I’m not freaking out because of any of that.

“A virgin?” I ask again just to make sure as I back away from him and sit on the side of my bed. “You didn’t tell me.”

“Would this still have happened if I had?”

I look over my shoulder to find him tugging the sheet over the lower half of his body.

“No,” I answer honestly.

“But it was good. You came.”

Twice, I think inwardly.

“I made you come. I felt—”

“That’s not the issue,” I snap with more anger than I want to feel.

“Okay,” he says as he stands and begins to gather his clothes. “What’s the issue? Sex is supposed to be pleasurable and fun. It was pleasurable, and we had fun. What’s the big deal?”

I can’t even look at him. If it wasn’t a big deal to him, then it definitely shouldn’t be a big deal to me, but I still feel like I’ve been swindled somehow. A lie of omission is still a lie, right? Or is it my fault for not opening my mouth to ask?

Oh, God. How many of the men who came just as fast as he did were virgins?

I swallow a lump in my throat, keeping my eyes purposely diverted from his direction.

“Virgins get clingy,” I say, pulling that factoid from thin air and shoving it at him like it has any weight.

“I’m not going to get clingy. Look. I’m getting dressed. I’m going to leave.”

I hear the rustle of fabric, looking over when he leans in closer so I can gauge his intent. He doesn’t touch me but reaches past me onto the bed.

“I’m even taking my condoms with me.”