I remove my hand from his pants, then step around him so I’m between him and the counter. “So?” I arch a brow, untying the tie of his pants before dropping down to my knees. “Make dinner.” Pulling his waistband down, I grab his throbbing cock with my hand again, pumping it a few times. Sam moans, bracing his hands on the counter. When I lick the bead of precum off his head, he lets out a hiss. “Make. Dinner,” I repeat, looking up at him. “Let me be your dirty girl, Sammy-boy. I’m hungry for a pre-meal snack.”
Then I swallow him down. He tastes like coffee and whiskey and that alpha musk that makes my thighs clench in need.
He moans, low and sexy as I brace my hands on his hips, bobbing up and down on his shaft.
“Dammit, Jo,” he growls, his hand fisting the hair at the back of my head. He starts pumping his hips in time with me, and I whimper around his cock, my core pulsing with need. “You’re so fucking stubborn. Is this what you wanted?” He grunts as he pushes into the back of my throat, and I nod, looking up into his eyes.
He groans. “Fuck. Of course it is, you dirty girl, so hungry for my cock.” My thighs press together and I moan as he continues to fuck my mouth. My fingers dig into his hips, and when I open my eyes to look up at him again, he is absolutelywrecked. “You want to see me lose control?” he pants, his hips thrusting. “You want to see what it looks like when I come undone? Fine. You have what you wanted, Trouble, now,” he grunts as he thrusts one last time, “take it.” I hold him in the back of my throat as he groans his release, and when he stops pulsing in my mouth, I pop off him, licking my lips.
He releases my head, lifting me up by my arms to sit on the counter, then bending down to meet my eyes as his chest moves up and down with heavy breaths. “That was bad, Jo.”
I arch a brow. “You just came in under a minute. You’re tellin’ me that was a bad blowjob?”
He huffs, dropping his head to my shoulder. “Fuck, no. It was amazing. What I mean is…I can’t be distracted when I’m trying to keep you all safe. The other day…I shouldn’t have let myself have you like that. Not when we’re in danger, not when our position is so exposed. I shouldn’t…I can’t…”
Frowning, I cup his cheeks and move his face so it’s level with mine. His warm brown eyes ripple with conflicting emotions. “It’s not your sole responsibility, Sam. Kole can kill a man with his bare hands. Hayden is a fuckin’ pyromaniac, and have you seen me with a knife?” I give him a little grin. “I’m kinda bad ass.”
“You didn’t mention West,” he mutters, his eyes darting between mine.
“West is our emotional support. He makes sure we don’t turn into heartless killers. Mypoint,”I fix him with a look, “is that you’re not the only one who can keep us safe.”
He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. “I know that. But…it’s ingrained in me, Trouble. I’m the oldest…I’m the one who has the most training out of all of us, and it feels…it feels irresponsible for me to indulge in your affection when shit could hit the fan at any moment.”
“Does it make you feel better?” I ask, tilting my head. “To deny yourself so you feel a little more in control?”
“I thought West was the psychologist.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “How do you see through me so easily?”
I shrug. “I’m good at readin’ people. But…I shouldn’t have kept goin’—”
“Ididfuck your mouth at the end there, Trouble.” He smirks at me. “You know I’m not afraid to manhandle you a little, so if Ireallydidn’t want you down there, you would have known.”
“So you want to wait, then? Until we’re not on the run anymore?” I wait for the disappointment to fill me, but really, what I get is…anticipation.
“Yes,” he murmurs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my lips. “And believe me, Jo, when I finally sink into you,” he kisses me again, setting my skin on fire, “andfuckyou senseless, you won’t be able to walk for a week, and you might forget every name but mine, since it’ll be the one you’ll be screaming.”
A grin tilts at my lips. “Promises, promises, Sammy-boy.”
twenty-nine
Jo
“Shit, Kole!” I cry out, pushing my face into the bed as my Russian Giant pounds into me from behind. At this angle, his cock hits me deeper than ever, and I can’t stop the high-pitched keening sound that escapes me every time he bottoms out.
“Fuck,Lisichka, you are perfect,” Kole growls, his fingers digging into my hips as he props one knee up on the bed. “Look at you, gripping my cock so tight.”
His words send a shiver through me, and next thing I know, I’m being pulled up so my back is against his chest, his hand gripping my throat in that way I love. My arm reaches behind me, hooking around his neck and holdinghim close to me.
“Oh, please, oh please!” I’m babbling incoherently, so close to the edge, but unable to fall off. That is, until Kole snakes his other hand down to my clit.
“Since you beg so prettily,lyubov' moya,” he murmurs into my ear before kissing my neck. His fingers play me like a damn fiddle, and then I’m falling, shattering, screaming his name. His hand moves from my throat to cover my mouth. “Shhhh,” he licks up my neck, “we do not want to make your other mates jealous, do we?”
My orgasm is still wrecking me as I shake my head, my sounds muffled by his hand. I’ve barely come down when he pushes up hard, popping his knot right into that delicious place that sets my nerves on fire as it stretches me in the best way.
His thrusts turn shallow, and my orgasm builds again, never having fully come down from the first one. “Oh, oh,lyubov' moya,"Kole groans into my ear as his cock pulses inside me, filling me with him. The sensation pushes me over again, and then I’m coming harder than before, my nails digging into his neck.
We collapse onto the bed, a panting heap of sweat and limbs, my giant still knotted inside me.
It’s been four days in the new safe house, and all there is to do is play games, watch movies, and fuck.
