A few seconds later, she cries out and convulses as she comes all over my tongue.
She’s sweet as sin.
I pull away and wipe my mouth.
As she lies on the bed, her breasts heave beneath my shirt. Her lips are red and swollen, and her eyes are hazed with pleasure.
Fuck. Me.
I roll to my side, gritting my teeth when my thigh complains, and prop up on my elbow. “You okay there?”
Trinity hits me with an irritated glare, though the heat in her eyes is no match for the flush on her cheeks.
“I’m fine.” Her gaze falls to the tent in the front of these sweat pants. “Not so sure about you, though.”
I adjust myself. “I can take care of this…unless you want a taste?”
I expect her to hiss at me like an angry cat, so when she sits up and pushes on my shoulder to situate me onto my back, I collapse in shock.
An instant later, she tugs down my pants and boxers, freeing my erect cock. I’m the one who ends up hissing when Trinity drags a finger across the wet slit. She curves her fingers around the shaft and squeezes, and my hips buck in response. Then she removes her hand, licks her palm, and begins stroking me.
A soft moan slips from my lips. That feels so good.
She pauses, her eyes flicking up to my face. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good. Don’t stop.”
Her grin appears more than a little feral as she hovers closer and opens her mouth. As she hovers over my dick, my lungs stop functioning. Before I can beg, her hot mouth wraps around me and delicately sucks on my head.
“Damn!” I buck up while clutching a fistful of her copper waves.
Those lips on my dick are a better pain reliever than all the morphine in the world.
She swirls her tongue around the crown, licking me like I’m a damn popsicle. I’m rock-hard as she opens wide again andswallows me all the way, her hands stroking the base where her lips can’t reach.
Pleasure streaks through me as her head bobs up and down. Her mouth and hands work in synchronicity to get me off.
Nothing has ever felt this amazing.
My entire body buzzes. My toes curl. For a brief moment, I wonder who’s in control of who.
As long as her lips are sealed around my cock, it’s definitely her.
Pressure gathers at the base of my spine, and my balls tighten.
I grip her hair. “Shit, I’m coming.”
She pulls her lips off with a pop and leans back, her hands working double time to stroke me.
With a jaw-clenched groan, I come all over her palms, jerking up into her hands as she works me through the orgasm.
After everything—the Russians, the running, the injuries, the hospital—this release was just what the doctor ordered.
Trinity steals all my attention as she wipes her hands on my discarded pants.
Brody
I stand in the pre-dawn gloom of the motel room, taking a drag from a cigarette I bummed off the janitor. The aftermath of last night lingers in the air, prickling my skin.
