Cherished (Masters and Mercenaries #7.5)(24)

“No. I want to see you. You got to see me. Can I touch it?”

His cock? She wasn’t leaving. She wanted to touch him, to see him. He stood in front of her and nodded, though he knew it was a mistake. “Touch me, sweetheart.”

She stared at him, her eyes wide, and he suddenly knew what it meant to feel twelve feet tall. She was looking at him like he was an ice cream cone and she couldn’t wait to lick him up. His cock pulsed at the thought.

She moved to the end of the bed, and her fingers brushed against his cock, making it twitch. “You like that?”

So she thought turnabout was fair play? He pulled in a shaky breath. “Yes, I did. I’ll always like your hand wrapped around my dick. I’d like your mouth there, too, but I’m afraid I’ll come too soon.”

Her lips curled up and she sank to her knees on the floor. “Then you’ll have to find a way to get hard again, won’t you?”

As her lips found the head of his dick, he knew he’d been right. She was going to drive him mad.





He was gorgeous in a pair of leathers, but out of them he’d moved into Greek god territory. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but some inner vixen had taken over and she suddenly didn’t care. With her whole body still humming from the orgasm Will had given her, Bridget was ready for some payback.

He stood in front of her, all six feet three inches of purely chiseled male. He really would look good on one of her covers, but she didn’t want other women seeing him like this. Who would be able to resist? Broad shoulders and a muscled chest and perfectly shaped abs. She let her fingers find the skin of his hips. So soft. Soft skin covering steel.

And his cock. A true thing of beauty. There was already a drop of pre-come on the slit. He’d tasted her. He’d put his tongue right on her and drawn on her cunt like she made nectar there. It wasn’t like she’d never had a guy go down on her, but before it had been a rote thing. Like something he had to quickly check off a list in order to move on to bigger and better things. A quick lick. A tiny suck and then she found herself spread and penetrated and oops, it was over.

Not Will Daley. No. He liked to play and take his time and she believed in a clean balance sheet.

She dragged her tongue over the head of his cock.

“Hold it. Wrap your hand around it and hold it still.” Will hissed a little as she licked him again.

Power. She felt it rush through her. This big strong man was practically trembling. She could make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. Somehow being on her knees in front of him gave her power she’d never felt before.

He would appreciate it. He wouldn’t see her laving affection on his cock as his due. He would tell her how he wanted it and praise her when she was done.

Damn it. She really was a sub. She’d kind of hoped this wouldn’t work for her because all the “Sirs” and “Masters” got to her from time to time, but something had settled deep inside her.

Of course she only had him for a while.

She shoved that thought aside. She was living in the moment. That was where she always made her mistake. She reached for too much, wanted a stability no one could give her. Not really. Marriages didn’t have to be forever—most weren’t. Even some that lasted weren’t happy. What Will was offering her was honest.

And there was zero doubt that she wanted him.

She licked his cockhead. Long and thick, she could barely close her fingers around the stalk of his dick. She pumped as she drew the head inside her mouth, tasting the salt that dripped from the slit of his cock.

“That feels like heaven.” His hand found her hair and sank in. “You are awfully good at that, sweetheart.”

It was odd how those few words made her feel. Giving good head probably wasn’t something she wanted engraved on a plaque and mounted to her wall, but the knowledge that he liked what she was doing to him filled her with a need to do more. She could be good at this. They could be good together.

In bed. She had to remember to keep it to the bedroom.

She let her eyes drift up and saw Will watching. He was such a gorgeous beast of a man, with his dark eyes staring at the place where his cock sank inside her mouth.

“Take more.”

She took more. She worked slowly, methodically, not wanting to miss an inch of him. Though he was big, she was certain she could take him. In her mouth. In her *. Hell, the way she felt now she was ready to let him into her ass. Sex was different with him, better. She felt better.

“Cup my balls.” He was a bossy sort but then that was probably why he’d gone into the whole Dom thing.

She sucked and licked while she moved her hand to fondle his balls. The good doc obviously believed in a careful grooming routine, and she was so freaking happy she’d shaved before coming over here. She’d thought about him and carefully shaved her *, the optimist in her making a showing for once.

Will’s hands tightened in her hair, pulling at her. Even that sharpness felt good. He pulled her off his cock. “I can’t take anymore. I don’t want to come in your mouth, Bridget. I want to get inside. Let me get inside you.”

She got back on the bed, her hands shaking slightly. He was going to do it. He was going to roll a condom on and f*ck her. She was going to be his for the night. He was going to be hers. Her third lover.

“Bridget? Are you afraid of me?”