“Have you ever had sex in this room?”
That has his jaw flexing. He sets the gun down and then walks to me and frames my face in his hands.
“Does this turn you on, Rebel?”
“It’s a surprise to me too,” I admit, not able to look away from his incredible eyes. “But yeah, seeingyouin here is a turn-on.”
I drop to my knees and grip his belt, making him swear under his breath. He doesn’t stop me as I unbuckle the belt, then work on his pants, and finally, his cock is free, and I lick it from the base to the crown, already dripping precum.
“Fucking hell, beautiful girl.” His hand fists in the back of my hair, but he doesn’t pull me down on him as I sink over him, taking him all the way back.
My gag reflex engages, but I don’t stop. Iwantto choke on him. I want to feel helpless and at his mercy in this room.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I say when I pull off to catch my breath. Sinking over him again, I keep my eyes up and on his, working him with my lips and tongue.
“No, baby. This room is for work. I’ve never fucked anyone here.”
Good.That’s the right answer. I don’t want to think about him having sex with anyone else, ever. The thought makes me nauseated.
I raise up on my knees, wrap both hands around him, and work him hard. His hand tightens in my hair, and then hedoesurge me down farther.
“You can take all of me. Relax your throat, breathe through your nose. That’s my good girl.”
Holy shit, my pussy is pulsing with need, but this is for him. I don’t need him to fuck me. I need to get him off. I want to taste him, feel him come undone.
I hollow my cheeks, and he groans as his fingertips ghost down my neck. And when I add just the tiniest bit of teeth, he starts to come down my throat, and I swallow every fucking drop.
“Jesus Christ, Lena. Fuck, your mouth is ...fuck.”
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me, not seeming to care at all about what I was just doing, and then he brushes my hair back from my face.
“Your mouth is going to be the fucking death of me. What brought that on?”
“You look sexy as hell in here, big guy.” I lean in to plant a kiss on his chest. “Okay, what am I shooting?”
He blows out a breath as he tucks himself away, but rather than turn to help me choose a gun, he pulls me into his arms and hugs me close, and Isoak it in.
God, I love his hugs.
“You’re the sweetest fucking thing,” he whispers by the shell of my ear, and then he pulls away and gestures to the room. “And your mouth is fucking kryptonite. What do you want to shoot?”
“I don’t care.” I nibble my bottom lip, shifting from foot to foot.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Are you nervous, Rebel?”
“The shooting isn’t my favorite.” I shrug, as if it’s no big deal. “But I understand why I’m learning. You go ahead and choose for me.”
“First, you decide whether you want to shoot a handgun or rifle.”
I haven’t shot any of the rifles yet. I’ve managed to talk him out of them.Heused a rifle of some kind on that horrible night, and I can’t bring myself to do it.
“You’ve got this, Lena.” His voice is tender, so different from how it usually is while we’re training.
“Handgun.” I turn so he won’t see my lower lip quiver.
