Craving (Steel Brothers Saga 1)

“God, I love that. That sound you make when I first go inside you. So sexy. God, Jade, fuck me good. Fuck me hard. I need you.”

I lifted myself and plunged back down on his cock.

“Yeah, baby. Faster though. I want you to fuck me. Send me to the fucking moon.”

I thrust faster, my hips pistoning. So fast, so good, and within moments I was edging toward climax.

“Touch your clit, baby. Make yourself come. Let me watch you pleasure yourself. That’s so hot.”

I trailed my hand over my breasts and down my tummy onto my very bare vulva to my clit. It was sopping wet with my juices. I trailed my finger around it, and that was all it took.

I exploded. Stars whirled above me. My whole body shattered around me, and kaleidoscopes and rainbows appeared in my mind’s eye. I continued riding Talon as hard as I could.

“Yeah, baby, yeah. You’re so beautiful. Come for me. Come for me, baby.” And then he pushed into me hard with one last thrust. “God. Feels so good. Nobody but you. Want you. Only thing I’ve ever wanted.”

When we both finally calmed down and our breathing had returned to normal, I let his cock slide out of me and I crawled into his arms. “Rest for a few minutes,” I said. “But then I owe you a back rub.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Talon

Reluctantly, I moved facedown when she asked me to. This was a submissive position for me, and I was not comfortable. My nerves were jumping, but then again, my nerves were always jumping. It was part of being Talon Steel.

“Let me take care of you, baby,” she said, her voice sexy, comforting.

I tried to relax, tried to find peace. But I wasn’t sure how to do that.

“Baby, relax. It’s not so hard.” She started at the back of my neck, rubbing with her thumb.

It felt good. It felt right.

“So tense. How do you exist this way?”

I had no answer for her. This was my existence. I was always in a constant state of alertness. Always tense. I could never explain to her why.

“Just relax. I’m going to work all this tension out of you, Talon. All of it. If it takes me all damn night.”

I closed my eyes, trying to find serenity. Her soft lips whispered against my skin. She kissed me between my shoulder blades.

And then her talented fingers went to work. She kneaded my shoulders and my upper arms, and she pushed through my shoulder blades. The lactic acid crinkled through my muscles.

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p; “So tense,” she said again.

“Story of my life,” I said softly.

“This doesn’t have to be your story, baby. Let me help you create a new ending.”

If only it were that simple. No new ending existed for me. It wasn’t possible. Still, as her fingers maneuvered my muscles, I started to feel better. Cared for.

She worked out lots of kinks in my shoulders and then maneuvered down to my middle and lower back. She worked those for a while, her warm hands bringing me comfort, solace. Down farther, she kneaded my glutes.

“So tight,” she said again as she worked my hamstrings, the backs of my knees, to my calves. And then to my feet.

“Have you ever had a foot massage before, Talon?” she asked.

I shook my head against the bed. “Don’t believe I have.”