Once in her bedroom, she said, “Stryker, I’m spite fucking you.”
“Say what?”
“Sex with someone you don’t like or who doesn’t like you, just to show ‘em what they could have on the regular, but aren’t gonna get.” Her adorable smile sent him light years away. “You hate me—”
“That’s behind us.”
Instead of rushing to get him naked, a playful expression danced in her eyes while she took her time unbuttoning his shirt. The serious detective, who hated confined spaces, had a fun side.
“Oops, there goes another button.” This emboldened, light-hearted woman was so different from the terrified one in his basement. The tease was phenomenal, the desire to bury himself inside her building to a frenzy.
Next, came his undershirt. “Oh, God.” She’d stepped back and ogled his pecs. “You’ve got a better chest then me.”
“Not true.”
She studied every inch of exposed skin—his chest, his abs and his arms—while she slicked her lips with her tongue. His balls had drawn up so hard, he wondered if he’d come seconds after sinking inside her. After unzipping and toeing off his dress boots, she undid his pants. As soon as they were out of the way, she gripped his cock like a joystick and stroked him through his boxer briefs.
Wetness covered the head of his cock while he groaned from the onslaught of welcomed pleasure. Slipping her hands into the waistband of his boxers, she pulled them down and knelt as he stepped out of them. Now, on her knees, she gazed up at him with hooded eyes.
Never before had he been stripped naked while his partner remained clothed. This woman was breaking all his rules. Ever-the-alpha, he was more than happy to let her take control—all night long.
And then, reality hit him. “Ah, fuck, I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m guilty of a premediated spite fuck. I bought extra-large condoms. Latex and non-latex. All new, all for you.” She grasped his cock and spread his wetness with her thumb. And then, she said, “I want you in my mouth. Without giving me your entire medical history, what’s your status?”
“I haven’t had sex in months and I used condoms, even for oral.”
Without a second’s hesitation, she licked the wet head. “Should I cover you?”
“No. Taste me.” His voice was strained, the lust rocketing through him.
She licked him again and again before taking him inside her mouth. “Mmm, mmm.”
He was flying high, and flying high fast.
While cradling his balls, she kept her other hand on his shaft while she took him in farther and farther. When he touched the back of her throat, more juices seeped out. Her moans were turning ardent and restless, yet she didn’t increase her speed.
The pleasure was unrelenting, the desire to release increasing with each suck. The sounds of her approval mixed with her guttural groans were too much.
He gripped her shoulders. “Too good. I can’t hang on much longer.”
She pulled back and lifted her face toward his, her luscious mouth wet from his juices. “Come in my mouth.”
She resumed sucking him, but with more intention. Her ferocious growls, paired with her skilled hand and mouth, had him gritting his teeth and groaning out her name. He was being consumed by her, and the orgasm started deep inside. As he started to release, he warned her, so she could pull off.
But, damn. She did not. He shot into her mouth while pure pleasure exploded through him. As he regained his senses, he gazed down at her. She still hadn’t pulled off.
Then, she let him go and rose. Her mouth wet, her heavy-lidded eyes dark with desire. She retreated into the bathroom, returning a few seconds later.
“Spite fucks do not include swallowing.”
He smiled, feeling drunk out of his mind with euphoria. “Damn, you sucked me good.”
After throwing back the linens, she extracted four boxes of condoms from the night table drawer and tossed them on the bed. With her gaze pinned on his, she sauntered back over and kissed him. He threaded his arms around her and kissed her back, hard. Tongues thrashing, bodies gyrating against each other, he was a man hell-bent on pleasuring her. Needing her to feel him deep inside her heat, making her moan and buck with pleasure.
Her husky sounds rumbled in his chest. He reached behind and unhooked her halter, then unzipped her dress while she peppered his face with slow, sensual kisses. Her breathing was ragged, her enlarged pupils blackened her eyes. He pulled the dress off and it dropped to the floor.
Their mutual moans filled the air while he caressed her bare back and ran his hands over her soft, curvy ass.
