Page 13 of Last Destination

My cock hardened so painfully against my zipper it became steel. I thrust it against her thigh, grinding up against her with each new taste of her tongue, groaning my desperation into her mouth. No one had ever had this effect on me before.

Had I ever really enjoyed sex, or was I too obsessed with my company to care? Right now, her body was all I could think about. Every single patch of exposed skin begged for my mouth — especially the perky globes so heavy in my palms.

She said to take. I was good at taking. But Marley made me want to ask.

“I need to suck on your tits.” I kneaded the covered flesh, rolling my thumbs over the outline of her nipples through the fabric. “Will you let me?”

Glazed eyes stared up at me like I was the air she needed to breathe, and I couldn’t stop a satisfied smirk from straining my cheeks when her chin dipped into an emphatic nod.

“Fuck Jagiya, keep looking at me like that, and I’ll beg to fuck you, too.”

I’d been used to getting what I wanted, knowing exactly what to say and how to say it to persuade the other side to give in. I calculated. I convinced. But always to meet someone else’s expectations. Boardroom bullshit wasn’t going to get me the one person I actually wanted to want me back. For me — not my money, my company, or as a stepping stone to something better — just the fucked-up man as lost in life as he was in this jungle.

For Marley, I would beg on my knees, in pouring fucking jungle rain, to give me the chance to worship her. If this was my only chance, I wasn’t going to waste a second.

Dropping to my knees, I ignored the twinge across my healing chest and lifted her T-shirt up just above her breasts, exposing her nude bra. Pressing my hands beneath the underwire, I gently tugged it upward, releasing her into my waiting hands.

Fuck, her skin was like warm cotton, her nipples so hard they scraped against the pad of my fingers. I’d never been with a chesty woman — had never had more than a handful — but these tits?

Incredible.

Another man might wait, might tease her more, give her a little more foreplay — but I was too desperate for a taste. Massaging one, I pulled the other into my mouth as far as it would fit, and suckled her nipple with my tongue. She jolted in my hold, thrusting her hips toward my chest as she scrambled for some friction. I grinned against her skin, my mouth so satisfyingly full.

Is this what sucking a cock would feel like? Stretching my mouth over the taut skin of a bronze shaft while the head nudged the back of my throat? Her whimper forced a gush of pre-cum from my tip, and I shifted to give my aching dick a little more room.

Moving my attention to the other breast, I brought my free hand to her cloth-covered pussy. The scent of her arousal washed away all evidence of body sweat and mint. I wanted to drench myself in her aroma, live every day with the mark of her on my face. For now, I’d have to settle for my hand. My thumb coaxed her clit through her shorts and panties while I stroked her seam with my fingers and sucked her nipple so thoroughly wetness soaked into the fabric of her shorts and dampened my palm.

This was way more agonizing than watching. Her touch, her taste, her scent…

Withdrawing my hand from kneading her breast, I shoved my pants down, exposing my cock to a few wayward monkeys. Gripping it in my fist, I stroked hard and fast and an explosion of sparks shot up my spine as I matched my rhythm on her pussy with my tongue, licking, sucking, and nipping at every exposed bit of skin of her breasts and stomach.

“Fuck, Ambrose, fuck — I’m going to—”

A breathy, high-pitched, earth-shattering cry tumbled out of her lips when she found her release and her entire body shuddered against my mouth and palm. My cock exploded hot jets of cum right alongside her into the confines of my hand.

Fuck. I wished I could record that sound and listen to it on repeat until I was out of lotion and ready to start all over again. This woman was the sexiest, most competent person I’d ever met, and she’d just allowed me to touch her and make her come without ever taking off her clothes. “Thank you for letting me do that.” I tucked my dick back into my pants and wiped my palm on a thick leaf. After placing a gentle kiss to her belly button, I pulled her bra and shirt back down. “You’re not at all what I expected, Captain West.”

Her sated eyes stared back at me, her face slack-jawed from the intensity of her orgasm. The orgasm I gave her.

“Yeah, I thought you were an asshole, too.” A lazy smirk formed at the corners of that delicate, dangerous mouth. “The jury's still out, to be honest.”

An obnoxious snort escaped me as I stood. “The jury’s still out, huh?”

A lock of tree-scrambled stray hair hid one of her beautiful eyes, and I reached over to tuck it behind her ear. She stared back with the amused glow she seemed to reserve only for me.

“How many times do I need to make you come to change that, oh, supreme leader?”

“Oh, I don’t think we can put a number on it,” she quipped and a smile danced along those kissable lips. “You are quite the asshole.”

“I thought the jury was still out!?” I waved my hands in the air in protest, drawing out the most stunning grin. I’d never been the guy to make women smile without well-timed lines and rehearsed speeches. I didn’t have Nikki’s charm or Madman’s dangerous persona. Having this effect on Marley was addictive.

Was it possible I could just be me with her and that would be enough? Who even was Ambrose Park without the obnoxious job title and expensive watch?

She tilted her head upward, pursing her lips for another kiss. I met her halfway, and the press of our mouths was soft and slow, completely void of the frantic energy from before. I got lost in it, in her, for another few moments of peace before the jungle found a way to screw us again. When we finally parted, she bit her lip in the sexiest little pout.

“This jury could be persuaded with another kiss like th—”

“You’re a fucking prat, Jamie.” Nikki’s voice carried through the jungle, breaking the spell my captain had put me under. We both stiffened in our positions against the tree.