“Oh God,” I cried out as he began to sink inside of me. I dropped all my weight down onto him in my eagerness to get him fully inside of me.
“Slow, baby,” he whispered.
I shook my head. I didn’t want slow. I wanted fast and hard and hot.
The position gave me more control than I’d ever had before, which I eagerly took advantage of. Even as Vincent tried to grab my hips to slow me down, I let gravity work in my favor. The stretch bordered on painful as he bottomed out inside of me. I sat there, heart thudding inside my chest, breaths seesawing in and out of me as I tried to adjust to how full the new position made me feel. It wasn’t until Vincent murmured, “Your show, baby,” against my lips that I realized he was really going to let me have this.
He was going to let me control our pleasure.
I lifted up a little and dropped back down, but true to his word, Vincent’s hold on my hips was merely to steady me and not urge me on either way. I found the rhythm I wanted after just a couple of minutes. I could feel Vincent’s pants scraping my ass every time I lowered myself onto him, but the sensation just ratcheted my need higher.
I began to frantically ride him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “So good, Vincent,” I growled as I chased my orgasm. “So close,” I told him, hoping he wasn’t far behind me.
“Take what you want, Nate. Wanna watch you come.”
It was the permission I needed. I lost all interest in where he was at and just used his body to my benefit. I was dimly aware of him urging me on with his voice and his hands, but I was too far gone to care. My one and only goal was to come.
I reached between our bodies and began desperately jerkingmyself off as the friction of his dick sliding in and out of me began to dictate how I moved.
“That’s it, baby. Shoot it all over me.”
Vincent’s voice broke through the haze of pleasure, and I looked down to see my hand furiously stroking my dick over the hard muscles of Vincent’s abdomen. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and I used my free hand to clasp his neck as the orgasm raced up my spine. I came hard and fast, but luckily, I managed to keep my eyes open long enough to see a jet of cum splatter across Vincent’s open lips. Another shot of semen grazed his cheek. I was so turned on by the sight that I kept riding Vincent as I leaned over and ran my tongue up his cheek to collect the fluid. His chin was next, and then I was kissing him and sharing my taste with him. He eagerly lapped at my mouth as he took everything I gave him. I felt his dick pulsing inside of me, signaling the end. He shouted into our next kiss as he came, and I hung onto his shoulders as he jerked his hips upwards so he could press himself as deep inside of me as he could get.
When it was all over, we hung there in blissful silence as we both came down.
Reality intruded, and I realized that tonight very well could be one of my last nights with him.
And for the first time since I’d been attacked in my own home, I wasn’t eager to find the assailant.
How fucked up was that?
Chapter 24
Vincent
“Everybody clear?”I asked as I took one last look at the map laid out on the table.
The men around the table nodded, and then they were leaving the room. The long-haired one, Jace, patted me on the shoulder. “We’ve got your back, Vincent. Nothing will happen to him.”
I wasn’t sure what surprised me more - the physical contact or the realization that Jace had figured out what Nathan meant to me, despite the fact I’d only known the operative for a short time.
As caught off guard as I was by the reassurance, it was still oddly comforting. I’d literally met these guys an hour ago, and yet I was putting Nathan’s life in their hands. Ronan had sent me background on each man, so I knew they were the best of the best. Jace, for his part, was considered one of the best snipers in the world.
A skill that would come in handy when he was perched on top of one of the buildings surrounding the park where the rally was being held. He’d be able to keep eyes on Nathan through his scope and take out anyone the rest of us couldn’t reach on foot as we worked the crowd while Nathan was giving his speech.
“Thanks,” I murmured as I watched him leave. Two of the men would sit outside the house overnight and a third would be stayinginside the house with me and Nathan to keep watch while we slept. That same man would keep the house secure the following day while the rest accompanied us to and from the rally.
Even though Ronan’s guys would be enough for the job, I’d decided to take it a step further and cash in my chips with the head of the NSA. The man had agreed to send some of his agents to cover the rally in place of the standard security guards. They’d also look the other way when it came to me and my men being armed on the premises. So, between the men I was bringing with me and the Secret Service agents, Nathan would be one of the most well-protected men in America tomorrow.
I glanced up at the repaired picture window and shuddered at the memory of Nathan’s assailant standing behind him with a knife.
Too fucking close.
I switched off the lights and did a quick check of the first floor to make sure everything was locked up before heading upstairs.
Things had gotten a little awkward when we’d arrived at the house. Nathan had seemed uncomfortable as he’d babbled on about me using a guest room if I wanted, or sharing his room. I’d attributed the whole thing to a mix of nerves about tomorrow, as well as us no longer being in the privacy of my own home, but in truth, I was a little on edge about the whole thing. I’d ended up agreeing to a guest room just to put him at ease, but there was no way in hell I had any intention of actually sleeping in it.
Not after having spent the last several nights with Nathan snuggled up against my side.
