But Cecilia was unbuckling his belt, and when her soft hand took control of his rigid cock like that, his willpower to stop crumbled.
When her lips sealed over the leaking head, sucking hard as stroked him against that delicate palm, there were no more options. Only Cecilia herself could end what they’d started, and by the way she lapped at his lucky cock, he doubted that would happen.
Sloane stared down at his consort on her knees before him in awe. Fearing he’d fall over, he braced his palms on the glass and watched as she sucked his girth into her shiny pink mouth. Her hands looked terribly small as they stroked him and slipped deftly into his pants to give his sac a gentle squeeze.
He groaned, toes curling in his steel-toed boots. A steady pressure built in the base of his spine as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deep into the warmth of her mouth within the shelter of the shadow he cast. Her tongue cradled the underside of his cock, stroking it in time with her pumping fist.
Above the sounds of gulls and crashing waves were sloppy wet noises that tantalized him almost as much as the way she worked to swallow him. It wouldn’t happen. He was far too large to even fit halfway in her small mouth, but he couldn’t imagine it being any better than it was.
He’d seen a lot of sex in his life. One didn’t go about assassinating people without coming across the things that happened in every backroom, office, bedroom, kitchen, alleyway, or filthy bathroom. He’d seen just about everything the world had to offer and never once felt moved by any of it.
But the sight of his consort struggling but determined to fit his heavy purple cock into her mouth was a sight to behold.
Pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced made him rock on his heels. Pressure building, he fought the urge to thrust violently into her mouth. Sweating and on the verge of coming,he slid his dirty claws into her hair and grunted, “Up, doe. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
Cecilia’s swollen lips came off the tip of his cock with a lewdpop.Tilting her head back into his hand, she looked up at him through wet eyelashes. “Where do you want to come, champ?”
“In you,” he growled, his mind stuck on the feeling of her soft pink cunt pressed against his tongue.
Cecilia licked her shiny lips. “You have the shot?”
“Yes,” he answered. All the members of Fracture were required to take the contraceptive shot whether they were sexually active or not. The last thing the captain wanted to deal with was a bunch of unplanned babies running around the barracks.
She ran her hands up his rigid thighs. Leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the base of his cock, she murmured, “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Sloane? We don’t have to go all the way.”
Forty-eight hours.
Urgency was a drumbeat in his mind, pounding, pounding, pounding. As certain as he was that he’d do anything to keep her, Sloane knew that she could be taken from him at a moment’s notice. Nothing good ever lasted for him. No treasure was safe. And those that mattered most were always, always ripped from him.
So he didn’t hesitate. He didn’t care that he’d have to hold his breath. He took the chance she offered him because it might be the only one he ever got.
Sloane stroked her hair back from her eyes. Her bow slid out and nearly fell to the ground, but he caught it just in time. Wrapping it around his fist, he told her, “I could die tomorrow. I’m not wasting today.”
Cecilia pressed another loving kiss to the flat muscle above his cock before she rose. Wrapping her arms around his neck,she let him turn his head to take a deep breath of clean air before she hopped. He caught her instinctively. Flattening her against the glass, he lifted her high with one arm while the other slid under her thigh to grip his saliva-slicked cock.
Holding her gaze as well as his breath, he traced the blazing hot seam of her cunt with the head, savoring every tiny brush of skin on skin. Her thumbs stroked the back of his sweaty neck when she murmured, “I didn’t answer your question.”
His cockhead slid past the seam to notch at the dripping entrance of her body. He barely heard her over the roar in his ears, but he somehow found the will to pause and raise his eyebrows. He couldn’t waste a single breath now.
Cecilia leaned in to hover her lips over his. “I could fall in love with you, Sloane.”
His hips shot forward. Instinct, raw and furious, howled with triumph as he sheathed himself in the burning core of her body. Cecilia cried out, her walls rippling around him in a wave, as he slowly withdrew. Fire licked up his spine as he pressed forward again, slamming her into the glass with athump.
She could love me. She could love me. She could love me.
The words blurred together in his mind as his hips shuttled forward and back. His cockhead carved a path inside her, striking that soft, spongy spot on her front wall that made her dig her nails into his neck and scream.
He moved fast and hard, more desperate than elegant. The hand that held her bow snuck behind her head, shielding it from hitting the glass as he fucked her relentlessly, like it was the first and last time. When one of her hands dropped between their slapping bodies to stroke that hot little bud, her walls gripped him hard enough to make his spine lock.
Spots exploded in his eyes. His lungs compressed, expelling the tiny amount of oxygen he had left, as his release tore through him. His seed painted the inside of her cunt in thick ropes, as ifhis body were trying its damnedest to give her everything he had while he still could.
Cecilia, limp and soft in his arms, grabbed his head just as his breath ran out. She turned it sharply to the side and leaned as far as she could go while he was still buried inside her.
When he took a ragged breath, she didn’t hesitate to drag him close again. Speaking into his bitten neck, she whispered, “Gods, Sloane, you make it easy.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
