I hold off my high and ride my bucking bronco until his eyes roll back, his fingers dig into my waist, and he grows inside me. With sweat for my lubricant, I crash to his core.
His shout and shudders send me over the top.
Stars and angel dust float behind my eyelids as my throbbing inner muscles pulsate around his aftershocks.
Then, a wet rag, I collapse onto his chest, the sides of my knees on the leather seat.
“Mmm.” Turning his head, he hums into my ear, and nibbles my lobe.
When he swells again, I smile. “Really?”
He turns us around lengthwise with me underneath and him on top. My one foot on the floor, his legs between mine, we begin again.
“I don’t think…”
“Thinking is vastly overrated.” Slowly, he backs out and dives in.
“What about the guy on duty?”
“He’s not invited.”
“Suds, he’s going to know. The car must’ve looked like one of those rides in the mall.”
“It’s the stuff legends are made of. I still want you, babe. Quiet down and fuck me stupid.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Suds
Taking her to another high isn’t a choice, it’s a primal need so overwhelming I can’t even begin to understand or describe it. All I know is some foreign turd almost laid his hands on my woman and I need to vanquish the ghost of the past. My shrink can pick my brain the next time I see him. For now, I’m going to keep on loving Sam until the sun comes up.
Her body shivers from my thick length, swelling inside her. She says she can’t orgasm again but I know her body better than she does. Already her hard tits tantalize my chest, as we take this dance higher.
Leaning on my elbows, I lower to her mouth, loving how she pants as I plunge. She’s fucking gorgeous with her mouth all swollen, the center of her eyes dark, and her hair damp from exertion.
I twist my hips, the way she likes best and she moans. In a hell of a pushup, my mouth covers one breast and I suck. Tonight, I’m rough and dirty but we got the rest of our lives for sweet talkin’ and niceties.
I got to fuck hard and fast. For a moment there, my whole life came to an end. When we’re done, if I do it right, all this bad shit will be erased.
Repeatedly, I dive deep inside her and when our cores touch, she hangs on for the ride. The limo seat is narrow. With one leg wrapped around my waist and the other toe on the floor, she meets my pace.
Man, we are flying.
On the verge of a big ‘O’, she shivers, but I don’t want this to end. Balancing on one arm, I grab her wrists and place them over her head. “Babe. Not yet.”
She whimpers. “Sebs.”
“I got you, sweetheart.” I swivel my hips, hit her sweet spot, and when she screams, I shudder, unable to stop my body’s response.
My butt clenches, my balls thicken, and holy fuck, fluids shoot out my throbbing cock like a Roman candle. I wait for all of her pulses to finish, then roll onto my back so I don’t squish her.
We sleep.
I’d like to say how we woke up, dressed and went back to our respective barracks but that’s not how it went down.
Dawn is breaking when I hear a knock-knocking on the window. It’s Lucky and thank God for tinted windows. I pull a t-shirt over Sam real quick, find my cargo pants, and tug them over my butt.
Outside the vehicle, my friend chuckles. “Grayson’s on his way, mate. Wheels up in fifteen. I stashed your gear. All you got to do is get you and your sheila on his jet.”
