Iris (Mike Bravo Ops 1)

There’s pain to the point I almost want to tell him to stop, but like he promised, the pain soon ebbs into pleasure.

“The feel of you around me,” he croaks. “The vibrations …”

I don’t think he’s going to last long. “I’m ready for you to do your worst.”

He grins. “You mean my best.”

“Sure. That too.”

“Stroke your cock for me,” he says as he pulls out and then pushes back in.

I wince because there’s still some pain there, but it’s followed up by the most glorious body tingles. And as he gets his rhythm up, everything he promised finally pays out.

My brain fuzzes over everything but the feeling of him, the sizzling vibrations, and the intensity in which my skin burns.

My body yearns for Iris in the same way my heart does. He fills me up, he makes me whole, and I never want this to end.

“Oh, fuck, Brock.”

My name brings me closer to the edge, and even though I don’t think I’m going to come like this, I try my hardest to match my strokes on my dick with his thrusts. It doesn’t matter if I don’t finish in this position. This is so much bigger than an orgasm. I could walk away from today having not come at all, and I wouldn’t care.

This, what Iris is giving me, it’s more than getting off. It’s intimate. It’s bonding. And I’ve never felt closer to anyone in my entire life.

Iris shakes his head, and his dark hair falls in his face. “I can’t … I can’t hold out …”

“Come. Come inside me. I need it.” I need it more than I need my own release.

He unleashes and comes unglued. Any sign of restraint is gone as he pounds inside me until he stills and fills me with his cum.

Iris slumps on top of me. His hard but lithe body surrounds me, his breath is hot on my skin … I close my eyes and breathe deep, committing the smell of sex and sweat-soaked hair to my memory.

“I’ll get you off in a second,” Iris says breathlessly.

“No rush.” I run my hand down his back. “I like this.”

He lifts his head. “That was okay?”

“It was … indescribable. I mean, I’m not going to want to do it all the time, but it was exactly what I needed.”

He leans up and kisses the tip of my nose. “Good to hear. Now to actually put you out of your misery.”

I want to say I’m far from miserable, but then he moves down my body, pulls the toy out of my ass, and sucks my cock to the back of his throat. Then all he has to do to get me to break is press against my prostate with his finger, and I go off like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard or so fast, and I think even Iris is startled. He pulls off my cock, and my release hits my abs. A minute ago I was fine, but now I’m covered in so much cum with no sign of it stopping, I don’t have a choice but to hold my breath and ride it out.

“Wow. You were holding on to that, weren’t you?” he asks when I’ve finally stopped.

I huff. “I had no idea that was going to happen.”

“You want to go and get cleaned up?”

“Not yet.” Then I risk it all by pulling him against me.

Iris doesn’t hesitate to blanket my body, lying on top of my cum, and when our mouths come together, we kiss lazily while our limbs intertwine. We roll so we’re both on our sides, and then when Iris pulls back, his lips are swollen, his eyes are wary, but his smile is genuine.

“Can we stay like this? Just for a little while?” I ask.

He kisses the top of my head. “After that, you could ask for anything, and I’d give it to you.”

Somehow, I doubt forever is included.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Iris

It’s been my experience that when things get too happy, too comfortable, and too complacent, everything goes to shit.

I’ve been trying to push that out of my mind as Saint and I become closer.

He’s been staying in my room more and more, inching himself toward me every night and stealth cuddling me in my sleep. I love it while also hate being woken up when he gets all twitchy, but with his arms around me, it’s easier to tolerate because being with Saint gives me the highest of the highs.

Everything is perfect between us.

But maybe too perfect.

I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.

When I’ve been sent away on a mission and he has remained here, I’ve expected fights to break out when I’ve walked back through the doors. But it hasn’t. He has welcomed me with a home-cooked meal—albeit a basic meal because he’s still relatively new to cooking—he has kissed me hello, asked about my mission, and it’s all been very domestic.