O Christmas Knight, page 8
part #6 of Knight Ops Series
He cast a look at her that had her pussy throbbing. The man was hard steel against her thigh too—what was he waiting for?
She plunged a hand between their bodies and gripped his cock through his pants. The girth could scare a woman off, but she only gulped back a moan. She needed that inside her—every inch.
Pressing on his chest, she fought to move on top and take the joystick. He didn’t budge, staring down at her, eyes hooded.
“I want to last, baby. And if you want me to as well, you’ll take your hand off my cock.”
She arched a brow and blatantly curled her fingers around his bulge.
A flick of his own brow told her two could play this game. It also left her worrying that he would be better at it.
He slid a hand under her top and cupped her breast. The callused feel of his finger stroking her hard, aching nipple was exquisite torture. She threw her head back and panted through the hum taking up residence in her core. He strummed the hard bud and then pinched it hard enough to make her cry out.
She dug her short nails into his biceps and began to rub his cock through his pants.
He rolled to the side as a way to make her release him. Pulling her with him, he lay her atop him with her shirt up and her breast aimed right at his hard lips.
She stopped dead, intrigued by the sight. Turned on by the eroticism of Hawk’s mouth about to take her nipple into it. The tip strained toward his waiting lips. She leaned forward and brushed it across his mouth.
He groaned, and she took the chance to press her nipple into his open mouth. He clamped down on her with lips only. When the liquid heat of his tongue bathed her nipple, she trembled and could hold still no longer. She slung her thigh over his body, her pussy poised over his erection. The thin barrier of her shorts might as well be nonexistent, because she felt every single inch of his cock.
He sucked on her nipple and she ground down on him. Their shared groan filled the cabin. Suddenly, he whipped her top over her head, which sent her hair tumbling across her breasts.
Gently, he pressed her hair over her shoulder and drew her down to take her other nipple in his mouth. After five hot flicks of his tongue, she was wiggling faster and faster on him.
Heat licked at her insides, and she quaked for more. Those embarrassing pleas escaped her again. “Hawk, please. I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.” He tore his mouth free and began kissing down her torso, taking hold of her waist and moving her up so he could reach her navel, which he lapped with his tongue.
She dug her fingers into the pillow around his ears. She couldn’t stand another second of this torture. Time to take what she wanted.
Needed.
She hurled herself off the side of the bed and reached for the waist of her shorts.
He looked at her, eyes dark with warning. “Once you take those off, there’s no turning back, Tyler. You’re mine all night.”
Her mind raced. Muddled by lust, she might be missing something in his words, but she could find no loophole.
She hooked her thumbs in her waistband and in one shove, her shorts were gone.
His eyes darkened. “Leave the panties on.”
* * * * *
He reached for Tyler. Her skin, silky beneath his rough hand, had his cock about to burst the confines of his skin. The minute he took off his clothes, it would be a race to the finish. He’d had too many days of needing her to go slow, and this time he was determined to taste her.
Savor her through her panties the way he had her breasts through her top.
Call it his fetish, though he’d never done it with other women. Tyler brought out a new secret pleasure in him that he wasn’t shy about exploring.
Plus, she was wearing those cotton panties again, and this time they hugged her hips low and were a very sexy, very grownup midnight blue.
He tumbled her into bed with him again, covering her with his body so she couldn’t escape. When he offered her a grin, she returned it.
“Game on,” she whispered.
He chuckled. “We haven’t even started, baby.”
Kissing her was stealing all his control, but still he couldn’t stop himself. As he slanted his mouth across hers for long, heated minutes, he willed himself to pull back. Still, he didn’t.
He stroked her bare skin, teased her nipples until she was moaning, and then finally broke the kiss. “I’ve wanted nothing but this for days,” he said raggedly.
Without speaking, she gripped his wrist and moved his hand over her torso, toward her pussy.
The damp cotton under his fingers ripped a groan from him. Watching her face, he eased his hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy. She went dead still, eyes burning with want.
As he began to glide his fingers over the crotch of her panties, feeling her swollen lips and the small bump of her clit, he battled to keep from stripping her and plunging inside. But no, he’d been dreaming of doing just this very thing and he wasn’t about to stop now, even if his balls exploded with the pressure.
He trailed a fingertip over her seam to her clit. She sucked in a harsh breath and held it. When he rotated his finger around and around her sensitive nub that would be much more sensitive without her panties, she arched into his touch. Sliding his finger down again, he learned the outline of her. At the center of her, he pressed lightly. She moaned. He worked his finger deeper, so the cotton of her panties sank inside and grew wetter.
Growling, he moved down her body and opened his mouth over the crotch of her panties.
“You can… take them off.” Her breath hitched.
“I plan to.” Not yet. He sucked on her clit through the fabric and she came off the bed. He planted his hands on her hips to hold her in place, but she was strong and still managed to rut against his mouth. Her inner thighs tremored and small cries left her lungs.
The flavors seeping into his mouth were too much and he hooked a finger in the crotch, yanking aside the fabric to expose her wet folds.
To the air.
To his tongue.
He sank his tongue deep, and she cried out. His head flooded with her scents and taste, and he burrowed closer, unable to get enough.
As he drew circles over her slit, she dug her blunt nails into his shoulders. She was about to come apart, if her shaking told him anything.
“Oh. My. God. Hawk!” She rocked her hips, and he yanked her up to meet his tongue thrusts. On the third, she came apart under his mouth, in his arms.
Shudders racked her, and she twisted in his hold. He gentled the pressure of his tongue on her clit and brought her down slowly because he wanted to build her up all over again.
She loosened her grasp on his hair. The final pulsation faded beneath his tongue.
He raised his head and looked at her. “You screamed my name.”
* * * * *
“That’s what you say to me after that?” she rasped, still breathing hard. Her insides had melted, and she was still humming from the most explosive orgasm of her life.
His wicked grin said it all, but he spoke anyway. “I wanted to make you aware of whose name you just screamed.”
He climbed off the bed and stood staring down at her, his cock bulging. As she looked on, he slowly licked his lips, wet with her juices, and even more slowly began to shuck his clothes.
She held her breath while each glorious, muscled inch was unveiled. She’d seen hot bodies but Hawk… She hated to admit it but he stole the prize.
Carved chest and abs rippling in a six-pack, or wait, was that eight? She skated her gaze down to the fat head of his erection distending his briefs. She sank her teeth into her lower lip.
He grunted as he slipped his hand into his briefs and drew out his cock.
Yep, just as impressive as she remembered, but last time she hadn’t had time to explore him. She’d remedy that today. If she was going for it, she was all in.
The head of his shaft glistened with precum. He dropped his briefs and stepped up to the bed, fist clamped on his cock. Under his hand, his balls bulged.
She pushed onto one elbow and crooked a finger at him to come closer. He drew nearer the bed, and she looped her forearm around his hard ass, pulling him toward her lips.
“Not yet, baby.” He moved away before she could swallow him. Then he stretched out next to her on the mattress and towed her into his arms. She tried to straddle him, aching to take that big cock, but he pinned her in place and kissed her.
The brush of his lips was tender. It raised something inside her, something she’d been missing out on. Something entirely girly.
She leaned into the kiss, giving stroke for stroke. He nibbled down to her jaw and continued on to her throat, swirling his tongue over her rapid pulse. She roamed her hand over his hard pecs and tested the sensitivity of his nipples. A faint moan was all she needed to pluck at his nipples more.
He was doing plenty of exploring too—he ran his hand over her breast and to her waist and then hip, kneading it. Unable to remain still, she bucked upward and parted her thighs for him.
The throb to be fucked by this man was driving her mad. She gasped as he took her nipple between his teeth and worried it lightly.
“Take me, Hawk.”
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get what you need.” He sucked on her nipple hard at the same time he thrust two fingers deep in her channel. She threw her head back on a cry and lost herself to the sensation of him probing her innermost spot. Juices flowed from her, and when he pressed up hard against the front wall of her pussy, the need hit a new high.
She locked a hand on his shoulder hard. He didn’t relent on the pressure, held his fingers still and high right on… that… spot.
One small movement and she’d tip over the ledge again. A squeak escaped her, her body’s drive for the breath she hadn’t taken.
Hawk’s gaze burned into hers. “Does that feel good, baby?”
She shook.
“Maybe if I move my finger like this.”
He wiggled the tip of one and her insides started to flutter. She met his gaze, silently pleading for something she didn’t even know was possible.
A volcanic eruption.
He brushed his lips across hers and began to hedge his fingers inside her, small thumps against her inner wall that blew her mind. She screamed as an orgasm tore through her. She yanked him in and kissed him with all the passion she was feeling in that moment.
He finger-fucked her fast and hard, drawing long, unearthly moans from her. He continued long after she went boneless, but it felt so good that she was already climbing again.
“You’re fucking soaked.” He drew his fingers free and painted her pussy with her juices. To her shock, he gathered more of her wetness and spread it over the tip of his cock.
Wild to get him inside her now, she grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him down, seating herself over his erection.
“Ty—”
She sank over him in one hard thrust.
“Jesus.” His head lolled back.
She would have laughed if she wasn’t ready to burst again. She cupped his jaw and claimed his lips in a long kiss that never seemed to end as she rose and fell on his cock. The angle was good but…
She rolled off and got onto her hands and knees. When he didn’t move, she threw him a glance to find him kneeling behind her, his gaze locked on the globes of her ass.
“Fuck me, Hawk.”
“You have the ass of a—”
“Runner?” she finished for him.
“Angel.”
She shook her “angel” ass for him, hoping to entice him. It worked.
He locked his hands on her hips like twin vises and yanked her up and into him at the same time he gave a primal shove. He buried so deep that she let out a sharp cry. He went still.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Hell no. Move!”
His chuckle rumbled through her as he withdrew and slammed home again. The bed rocked, the headboard striking the wall. The friction of his cock inside her swollen walls was so good. Better than anything she’d ever had before, if she was honest. How many times could they get away with this and still walk away as friends?
Suddenly, she felt him falter. Then he picked up the pace. His balls swung into her body, slapping her clit. The wildness of the moment broke over her and she stiffened as he poured his cum into her body with fast jerks.
As he continued to pump his release into her, he slipped his arms under her and drew her up into his hold. Being in his arms in such an intimate pose with his mouth moving over her neck and soft, unintelligible words coming from his lips pulled a shiver from her.
He ground his cock deep one more time, cradling her jaw to twist her head to look back at him. His dark gaze smoldered. “I lost control. Don’t ever tempt me like that again.”
He flashed a grin and then kissed her.
Chapter Seven
Hawk woke to the feel of a warm, soft body plastered against him, and his hard cock knew what to do long before his mind caught up to the situation.
He slid home, buried in Tyler’s wet sheath.
She moaned and roused from sleep too, reaching back to grab his hip. He anchored her against him and began to move. It only took three or four thrusts before he was fully awake and she was too.
Taking her from behind was hot as hell, but he wanted to see her face when she split apart.
He pulled out and gathered her in his arms.
“Bo…” Now when she was vulnerable from sleep, he was Bo, not Hawk. His heartstrings plucked, and he was far from surprised. Since the minute he’d seen her trying to storm over that wall back in Afghanistan, the woman had had a firm grip on him.
Gazing down into her sleep-fogged eyes, he brushed her hair from her cheek. “I want this to be slow.”
She didn’t speak, just leaned up to brush her lips over his and opened her legs. The gentleness of the gesture tightened his chest. He eased into her in one sweet stroke.
“Oh God,” she murmured as he let out a groan. They began to move together, a slow melting of bodies and a finish ending in her tucked close and gasping out her pleasure.
Spent, he withdrew and skimmed his lips across her brow. “Sleep, baby.”
“I was sleeping when you woke me,” she murmured, eyes closed.
He chuckled. “I can’t sleep next to you without wanting you.”
But she was already asleep. He lay there for long minutes, too awake to drift off again. Besides, she was a conundrum that he was trying to puzzle out. Part warrior who demanded what she wanted—or took it. And part soft, sweet woman who accepted the attention he was more than willing to give. It was easy to come to the understand that she was both. He knew women enough to know they could do and be anything they wanted at any given moment. It was something he loved about the gender, and Tyler was the top of that list… and so much more.
Minutes passed with him easing back into sleep. Then she twisted in his arms to face him. He cradled her head to his chest and kissed her hair. She rubbed against his thigh.
The action roused him from whatever fog of sleep he was finally drifting into. Was she awake? He stole a peek and found her fast asleep. But she rubbed on him again.
Clearly her body was restless, seeking more.
Should he…?
The answer was a definite yes.
Disentangling himself from her hold, he moved down her body and parted her thighs. Her sweet pussy was glistening with need and their combined releases from earlier. Uncaring, he dipped his tongue to her folds.
He stifled a moan as his cock stretched. The urge to give her a huge orgasm with no strings attached took over. He spattered kisses and small licks up and down her seam. She moaned and stretched closer.
God, if he could wake her this way every morning of his life, he’d be a lucky man.
He lapped a circle around her clit before sucking on it gently. She came off the bed, awake and aware.
“God, Bo, don’t stop.”
Sliding his hands beneath her glorious ass, he feasted on her. Their combined flavors stimulated him more than he’d ever imagined.
“I need your fingers.” She fisted the sheets.
He drove two high and deep as he sucked her pussy. She was so keyed up, so primed for him.
She came with a soft moan and a shudder. He pumped his fingers five more times, six, as he sucked on her hard pearl. When she collapsed to the mattress, almost asleep again, he raised his head and grinned to see her eyes wide and glassy.
“Go to sleep, love.” He moved up the bed to take her in his arms again.
“Okay.” She nestled against his chest. Did she have any idea that she’d done more than cuddle up to him? Tyler Knight had firmly ensconced herself in his heart.
He grinned against her hair. This could be war or peace, but either way, it was gonna be one hell of a ride.
* * * * *
Tyler walked through the door of the flower shop where Lexi worked and straight up to the counter. Nobody was around, but she knew her twin was working. She tapped a fingertip on the bell on the wooden top and it dinged loudly.
Nobody emerged from the back room. She tapped it again.
Nothing.
Impatient, she began to smack her hand off it a dozen times before Lexi appeared, looking ready to commit murder.
She stopped in her tracks. “It’s you.”
“Lexi. I need to talk to you.”
“What are you doing here? I was just on the phone with Bo—”
She leaped around the counter and grabbed her sister by the upper arms. “I can’t see Bo! He isn’t on his way over, is he?”
“No, he just asked me to let him know if I saw you.” Lexi widened her eyes as if Tyler had gone crazy and she was searching for a reason.
Tyler had—she’d lost her mind back in that swamp and slept with Hawk not once but repeatedly, which rendered it a relationship and not a loss of judgment. If only she’d been drunk, it would make things so much easier.
She shook Lexi by the shoulders. “You have to help me.”
Her sister narrowed her eyes. “What did you do, sis?”
Glancing around to ensure nobody was in the shop, she whispered, “I made a mistake. A bad one. I can’t see Hawk or talk to him. You have to tell him you never saw me.”
