Controlled Burn (Blackbridge Security 8)

“Kendall,” I growl, not a fan of being teased.

“Yes?” she asks, her eyes on me as her tongue snakes out to get another taste.

“I’m fucking begging,” I whisper, my fist gripping the couch cushion at my hips because I know if I touch her, I may cause her pain, in desperation for more.

“Poor thing,” she says, licking at me once again.

Her eyes widen when I move, gripping her under the arms and hauling her onto my lap. I take her mouth as I use one hand to lift her body and line myself up.

“No,” she snaps, just as the tip of me splits the lips of her pussy.

I freeze, my chest heaving with the exertion it takes not to just release her hip, knowing gravity will have her sheathing me in seconds.

“No?” I ask, my balls exploding from pressure a real possibility.

“I have three kids already,” she snaps, moving as if she’s going to pull completely away. “I don’t think my body would even survive your baby.”

Like I’ve been submerged in icy water, her words hit me right in the face.

How did we go from desperate for each other to having children?

“What?” I ask, beyond confused.

“We need a condom. Knox was a birth-control baby. So even though I’m on it, I don’t trust it.”

“In my sweats pocket,” I say, my body getting back on board after realizing she’s wanting to avoid a pregnancy not expecting to get pregnant like I originally imagined.

“Terrifies you, doesn’t it?” she asks as she climbs off me, her eyes locked on my flagging erection.

I chuckle because what else could I say right now?

When she stands with the foil packet in her hands, she doesn’t hand it over even though my palm is out. She settles back between my legs, just like she was when she was teasing my cock.

“You know,” she says, bouncing the condom wrapper against her lips as if she’s contemplating her decisions. “Condoms aren’t always a hundred percent effective either. Maybe we should stop.”

I see the game she’s playing now that my arousal has waned a little.

“Okay,” I agree quickly, reaching out one hand to tangle my fingers in her hair as I grip my cock with the other. “Make sure you swallow.”

Her mouth hangs open, but it’s clear she’s doing it because I’ve surprised her, not in preparation to drink me down as I quicken the strokes down my cock.

“You’re going to jack off into my mouth.”

“I’m going to come,” I tell her. “I’d prefer you riding my cock, but if you’re worried, this will have to do.”

She smiles, lifting further up on her knees, and rolls her mouth over the top of my dick.

She doesn’t tease or taunt me with soft touches. Her fucking cheeks cave in from the suction, and once again she easily gains the upper hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, so close to coming that I don’t know if I can even get the warning out, but then the heat of her perfect fucking mouth is gone.

My eyes pop open, a glare I can’t control turned in her direction.

“I like option two,” she says, lifting the condom wrapper to her lips and using her teeth to tear it open.

I lift my hand to take it from her, but Kendall surprises me again when she pinches the tip of the condom before rolling it down my cock. I groan, my need growing exponentially with every swipe of her hand as she situates the protection.

I don’t want kids, and it’s clear she doesn’t want more, but the thought of sliding into her bare makes me hate the latex layer already.

“There,” she says, giving her handy work a long look.

My cock jerks, rebelling against just waving in the air when there is something else we could be doing.

“Get up here,” I command, reaching down for her exactly like I did before she climbed off me.

“So pushy,” she chides as she straddles my hips.

“Just eager,” I correct, knowing she feels the exact same way when she reaches for my cock, lining me back up where I so desperately want to be before I can do the very same.

“Mmm,” she moans, rubbing my cock through her arousal. “Let me do this, Finn. It’s going to take some getting used to.”

I smile wide, wanting to remind her that it’s not my fault she’s been with pencil-dick assholes before.

We groan in unison when she lowers, taking the very tip of me into her slick heat.

“So damn big,” she says, her words coming out on a whimper.

“Keep complimenting me like that, babe, and it’s going to end way too soon.”

Leaning forward, she presses her lips into my throat, and I tilt my head a little further to give her all the access she wants. I feel her breath as she chuckles.

“Sex has never been so—Oh God.”