The room was hot, our bodies slick as he pressed himself against my back, holding me tightly as he worked me into a frenzy sliding his thick fingers in and out of me. I gripped the racking in front of me, holding in my moans of pleasure as my guilty conscience screamed at me to stop it all before it went too far. As my orgasm started to build, bringing me to my peak, his fingers left my pussy and he dropped to his knees. I started to turn, desperately needing his hands back on me, when his hot mouth covered my pussy. I grunted as his tongue lapped at me like I was a fountain and he was man dying of thirst, and I shoved my knuckles into my mouth to dampen the sound of my groaning.
“Want him off your body,” he grunted, and I knew what he was saying. It should have brought me to my senses and made me stop, but it had the opposite effect. “Want only me on you. My tongue, my touch, my scent.”
I nodded frantically. “Me too,” I panted.
He licked up and down my throbbing slit, flicking his pierced tongue over my sensitive pussy and slowly slid a finger back inside me. I groaned loudly, unable to stifle the noises coming from me as I rocked back on his hand, my body begging for more, wishing it was his cock that was filling me.
I wanted Battle like I’d never wanted any other man. Like I’d never wanted Ripped. I wanted to give every inch of myself to him, to let his cock brand me, his come bathing my insides as he took me repeatedly. I had never been so turned on in my life, and I was lost somewhere between hating myself and not caring anymore, because how could anything that felt so good be bad?
I grunted and whimpered, writhing against his hands and his tongue as my lower stomach curled and flipped, my orgasm building.
“Quiet, Quinn,” he reminded me with a quick nip to my inner thigh that made me yelp and pant harder.
I quickly shoved my knuckles back into my mouth.
My body clenched around him and I grunted as he pushed my legs further apart, spreading my lips wider as he dipped his tongue back inside me. I sighed and looked down but saw nothing but darkness behind me. It was so dark I could have been imagining all of it—that is until reached around to give my clit another pinch. I bucked against him and he clamped his mouth over me, sucking and lapping at me as his fingers strummed my inside and my orgasm was suddenly tearing through me. As I reached the peak of it he shoved three fingers deep inside me and sent me tumbling over the edge of another orgasm, so hard that I saw stars behind my closed lids.
Actual stars.
Big ones. Little ones. Exploding ones.
Literal stars as the best orgasm I’d ever had tore through my body and my body went limp under its impact. Battle was on me in an instant, his big strong arms wrapping around me, turning me to face him. His forehead pressed against mine, his mouth still glistening with my come.
I opened my mouth to speak but he stole my words with a kiss that crushed my demons and sent me reeling. His tongue moved with mine, our teeth clashing, our arms reaching and touching, holding and squeezing as we tried to get closer still.
I was panting and so was he, his hands on either side of my face as he pulled out of the kiss, his dark eyes finding me in the even darker room.
“Not gonna apologize for that,” he said, his voice a deep rumble that went straight to my core. “Not gonna pretend it didn’t happen either.”
“I don’t want you to,” I said breathlessly.
Yeah, breathless and dazed.
He huffed, letting out a burst of air and his nostrils flaring in satisfaction of my answer. “Good. Because I want more of you.”
I nodded, almost frantically. “Me too.” God did I.
His hands curled into my hair. “This is probably gonna get us both killed, Q, but I’m telling you now that I’ll lay down my life for yours when it comes to it. I won’t let him hurt you. But I can’t stay away from you either. I’ve tried and it don’t work.”
I thought about that a moment.
Death.
It didn’t frighten me. I’d been around it my whole life, and death wasn’t anything to fear, only respect. No, what frightened me was never having that feeling ever again. Never having Battle’s hands on me, his touch, his mouth, his taste.
“I don’t want to be without you,” I said. “Not ever.” I reached up so I could kiss him again.
I got lost in that kiss, and in Battle, going into that thing with my eyes wide open and knowing what I was risking. But the gain far outweighed the risks, and Battle was worth everything.
~ 11 ~
Battle
“How long for the A/C?” Hardy grunted out. “We need you on the road with us tomorrow.”
I nodded and stubbed out my cigarette. “It’ll be done for then.”
“It fuckin’ better. Tired of sweatin’ all the damn time,” Dom said, leaning back in his chair.
