“I’m not taking this slow,” he growled, voice tight and barely contained. He caged her in and crashed his lips against hers.
“Ryker…” she managed before he smothered her words beneath his onslaught.
This was a moment for taking and claiming. He gripped her nape, upset at the tight regulation bun confining her hair. All he desired was to twist his fingers in her glorious curls and command her attention as he tugged and yanked, but he held off. Breath rasped out of his lungs and transformed into a primitive growl as he covered her mouth and forced his way inside to taste, to tease, to devour, and to claim.
Her breath fanned his cheeks when he allowed her to breathe. “Ryker,” she said with a sigh, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He backed her up against the closest pallet towering above both their heads and palmed her ass, crushing her against his chest. Then, he hitched her up and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Her tongue darted out, following his lead, and she grabbed at his hair, stabbing her fingers into his scalp. She ground against the hardening length of his cock, desperate and needy. With his head slanting, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, his lips glided against hers. His tongue furiously lashed and rolled with hers.
Her hunger drove him to a place where he was shaky, off-balance, and driving toward the inevitability of his need, but the thick fabric of her uniform locked him away from what he desired most. The promise he’d made to be careful wouldn’t allow another rough fuckbeneath the stars, which meant he’d have to be satisfied with nothing more than a kiss. While shadows gathered around them, he made certain they were alone. It was so quiet; the absence of sound made him jumpy.
“I want to take you to your room,” he said, “peel you out of your uniform, and bury my face between your thighs.”
“Ryker.” Her voice shook with her arousal, “we can—”
“No,” he said, “I won’t risk that again.” They’d been lucky before, and he knew better than to push fate. “Besides,” he said with a soft laugh, “I have to be back on that stage in a few minutes.”
“Damn,” she said, clenching her legs around his waist. She leaned her forehead against his. “I guess I’ll have to wait.”
“I don’t mind waiting,” he said. “We’ve got all the time in the world to get lost in each other.”
She curled her fingers in his hair, the sensation sending bolts of electricity skating down his spine. All that energy gathered and spread to his aching cock.
He groaned and set her on her feet. “As much as I want to stay, we need to head back before anyone notices we’re gone.”
She sighed. “I know. I just wish—”
He pressed a finger against her lips, and she sucked it in, teasing with seductive licks.
“I do, too.”
Her brow arched up. “You know…” She reached between them and cupped his erection straining beneath his fatigues.
“Don’t tempt me,” he said. “I’m not strong enough to refuse that offer.”
She took a step back. “I guess you have to decide if I’m giving or you’re taking.”
A feral growl lifted in his throat. “In that case,” he said, enjoying the shift in power growing between them, “on your knees.”
Her velvety pink lips bowed into a smile. “As you wish,” she said, lowering down.
She undid his belt and popped the buttons of his fly. When she freed his long length, he hissed as her lips pressed against the flare of his cock. His vision zoomed in on her tempestuous eyes, and blood raced to fill his dick. His balls grew heavy as his shaft sank into the wet heat of her mouth. Firing all his pleasure centers, she had him struggling to stay upright.
He resisted the urge to free her hair from the confines of her bun. Without the ability to drive his fingers into the long lengths, he wouldn’t be able to control the blow job. He leaned forward and braced himself with a palm against the pallet while Tia’s masterful mouth, lips, and tongue drove him insane.
His thighs flexed with each pull of her mouth. His cock twitched with each luscious flick of her tongue. He dipped his head, bringing the intensity of his gaze down to watch her lips slide along his length. He ground his teeth together, needing to rush this moment along, lest they get caught, as well as draw out the exquisite pleasure rushing through his veins.
She took him in deep, and he ground against her mouth, palming one hand behind her head to hold her there. Tia gagged and choked, but she didn’t fight his power. They were discovering a rhythm between them as to who took charge. Surrender didn’t come easily to his strong-willed lover, but she ached to give in. With time, they’d sort through their roles.
He didn’t push her too hard and pulled out to let her recover.
“Shit, Tia,” he said, his voice thick and hoarse with the rush of his arousal. “I want to fuck you against that pallet and then fuck you on the ground. I want to rip off your clothes and fuck you with my tongue.”
Her dark eyes flicked up to meet him, and stars glittered in her dark depths. “I know,” she said, cupping his balls. “I want that, too.”
Allowing his focus to drift down on her kneeling form, he let out a deep breath. “God, but if I don’t love seeing you on your knees before me.” He ran his fingers over the plumpness of her lower lip. “And watching these around my cock…”
