She was fucking gorgeous standing there with her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling with deep, shuddering breaths. Her being in my room while I was naked felt like a violation of Link’s trust, but Naomi and I were two consenting adults and I was one of the few prospects who had a job and paid rent. I barely knew Link, and I didn’t owe him shit. Besides, I’d already done the right thing once tonight by walking away from her, and that damn near put me into sainthood. No way was I resisting her again.
“Wanna come sit down?” I patted the bed next to me, conveniently the only seat in the room.
She stared at me for a beat, as if considering my offer, before pushing away from the door. Striding toward me, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, tugged it over her head, and tossed it aside. “I’m not here to sit, Eagle.”
A pink lacy bra drew my attention to big, round tits that begged to be held and fondled. Her stomach tapered into a narrow waistline before flaring out into tempting hips I’d love to grip as I plowed into her from behind.
“Thank fuck. I hope you’re not here to talk, either.” We’d talked plenty already. Now, I needed more. I needed to see what was hiding under her jeans and bra. I needed to taste her sweetness and hear the sounds she made right before she came.
Her breath hitched as she unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them, revealing a scrap of pink lace that matched her bra. Holy shit, her body was perfect. Muscular, defined, soft and hard in all the right places. She stepped out of her jeans and leaned against the bed, her eyes twinkling. “Why? Do you have something more fun in mind?”
Did I ever. I hooked a finger in the front of her bra and pulled her toward me until her lips landed on mine. Off balance, she wobbled, but I wrapped my other arm around her and dragged her onto the bed on top of me. Her lips met mine. Running my tongue over the seam, I silently requested entry. Her lips opened on a gasp, and I slipped my tongue inside.
Naomi tasted like honey bourbon, sweet but strong. I knew she’d knock me off my ass if I sampled too much of her, but I couldn’t resist. As I deepened our kiss, my fingers worked on her bra clasp. It popped open and I slid the straps down her arms, caressing her as I went, and then tossed her bra aside. Her bare tits press against my chest, and the contact drove me wild. She moaned into my mouth and I slid my hands down to her panties and tugged them off. She wiggled free and her hand slipped under the blanket to wrap around my shaft.
On top of me, with her hand pumping my cock, she’d taken control so quickly I hardly knew what happened. I’d suspected it would be like this with her—a power struggle—but it was still so damn exhilarating I wanted to laugh. There was no way I’d let her ass be on top. At least, not until I showed her who was boss. “I don’t ride bitch, remember?” I asked, flipping us over.
Her eyes widened in surprise and her hand released me as she landed on her back with me covering her. The blankets had gotten all tangled between us, so I kicked them away until it was just Naomi, naked against the white sheet.
Naomi reached for my cock again, but I pulled away, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. Holding her still, I raised up far enough to look her over. Chest heaving, gaze heated, lips parted, she was everything I thought she’d be and more. She was perfect.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed and she tried to yank her hands free, but I held firm. “Release me, and I’ll show you what a fucking sweetheart I can be, asshole.”
She was like a wildcat held by the tail. If I released her, she’d either bolt or turn on me. “Not a chance in hell. You came into my room. I’m driving. And I’m gonna enjoy the hell out of this.”
She bucked her hips and tried to wiggle free, giving me a fantastic show of her bouncing tits. “Oh my God, do you ever shut up? I’m gonna need you to quit yappin’ and do your fuckin’ job, Marine.”
That mouth. I couldn’t decide whether to shove my cock or my tongue into it. “With pleasure. I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you.”
“Yet you’re still talk—”
I took her mouth before she could finish the sentence. Keeping her hands above her head with one hand, my other explored her breasts while our tongues fought their own little battle for dominance. No doubt she’d fight me every step of the way, and I was so eager for the struggle I could hardly contain myself.
Releasing her hands, I drifted down her body, peppering kisses across her flesh along the way. Sucking one pink nipple into my mouth I squeezed and plucked at the other. Naomi writhed beneath me, her freed hands rubbing up my sides and back as she went insane with lust.
“Eagle, I need…”
“What?” I asked. “What do you need?”
“More.” She bucked her hips again, trying to rub herself against me.
I pulled back like the asshole I was, depriving her. “I’ll give it to you when I’m good and ready. Suck it up and lean with the curves. You’re riding bitch now, remember?”
“You are an asshole,” she said with a snicker.
Wondering who Naomi had been talking to, I grazed her nipple with my teeth. “You knew this, yet you came knocking anyway. Why?”
“Less talking, more fucking.”
She was still trying to drive. I pinned her hands over her head again and pulled back, watching her. Time to remind her who was in charge.
“Please,” she whispered.
Her begging made my dick ache to respond, but I wanted to drive her crazy first. I wanted to own her. To control her. Grabbing my belt, I used it to secure her hands to my headboard. She struggled against her restraints as I kissed my way down her body. Gripping her thighs, I spread them apart and ran my tongue over her swollen folds.
“Holy shit,” Naomi breathed, her body immediately going still.
