Full Throttle (Black Knights Inc. #7)(66)

Chuckling, he reached down to pull her to her knees. Grabbing the base of his dick in one hand, he softly slid the other into the hair on the back of her head.

“Suck me, Abby,” he told her. “I want to feel your lips and tongue on me.”

Authority in the bedroom was a core part of him, and though he’d shown her plenty over the last little while, he wondered how she’d react to this salacious demand. Would it be too much? He held his breath and waited.

Thank goodness, he didn’t have to wait long. She gave him an answer when she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, her chest rising rapidly, her eyes dropping hungrily to the rampant thrust of his cock.

Relief and love and joy burst inside him. Because she liked this side of him. More than liked it if the hot blush on her cheeks, the way her thighs quivered, was anything to go by. In fact, he would go so far as to say she loved it. Which meant, as he’d always subconsciously suspected, she was perfect for him. The perfect mix of bold willingness to match his gentle brand of dominance.

He watched, his testicles aching, as she leaned forward. Only instead of taking him into her mouth, she kissed the raised ridge of the scar on his flank. The muscles of his stomach rippled in response and he groaned, tightening his fist in her hair.

“Do it, Abby,” he hissed, so close to the brink he could hardly stand it, hardly keep his knees from buckling beneath him.

Her green eyes glittered up at him. Then she parted her pink lips and flicked out her tongue to taste him.

“Dios,” he rasped, clenching his jaw so tight it was a wonder he didn’t shatter a molar. And when she closed her soft mouth over his swollen, aching head, he knew he’d just experienced rapture. He also knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

*

Carlos smelled like sex and man. His shaft delicious and salty as Abby’s lips stretched to accommodate his girth. She used her tongue to bathe the swollen head of him. And for what seemed like just a few seconds, he allowed her to give him pleasure. To look up and find his dark eyes blazing as he watched her suckle him. To see that big muscle in his jaw ticking frantically.

Then he pulled himself from her mouth and she frowned. His chuckle was more of a rasp when he saw her pout. Shaking his head, his beautiful naked chest working like bellows, he said, “Not this time. Next time you can finish me that way. But this time I want to come with you.”

Her blood was rivers of fire burning through her veins. And that ache Carlos so expertly satisfied earlier had returned with a vengeance. Although she would not have thought it possible, she was hungrier for him now, hurting more for him now, than she had been before they started. And she figured that was because now she knew exactly what sort of pleasure he could give her.

“Lay back, Abby. Spread your legs for me,” he said, his voice barely above a growl. “I’m going to make love to you now.”

“Yes,” she whispered, doing as he instructed, laying back on the mat and spreading her legs so he could kneel between them. The tan skin on his flanks looked so dark in contrast to the paleness of her thighs. “Yes, Carlos,” she said again when he leaned forward to brace his hands beside her shoulders.

He drank his name from her lips with a kiss, his tongue plunging deep, stroking forcefully. Then he stilled, pulling back.

“What?” she breathed, lifting her head to nip his jaw. With her ankles hooked behind his knees, she could slide her slick channel up and down the hot, raging length of him. And his plump head felt wonderful against her swollen clit. “What is it?” she managed, even though talking, thinking, was difficult when she was so close to orgasm.

“I don’t have a condom,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to hers. “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

“No.” She pulled his mouth back to hers. “But the timing is okay. We should be fine.” And even though she knew it was a stupid risk to take despite the fact that she was pretty sure what she’d told him was true—she wasn’t in the fertile phase of her cycle—she couldn’t make herself care. And, yes, that was everyone’s favorite excuse for not using birth control, wasn’t it? And, yes, she was now the official poster child for irresponsibility. But right now she didn’t give a rat’s ass that she was a cliché or that the repercussions of her decision could be disastrous. Right now she just…wanted.

“If you’re sure?” he said between hot, hungry kisses. She could feel his urgency, his hunger as if it were her own. He needed this as much as she did.

“I’m sure,” she breathed against his lips. And this time, she was the one to make the demand. “Put your cock in me.”

He hesitated a second more, seeming to war with himself. Then something inside him broke. With a curse, he reached down to grab the base of his erection, angling it toward her opening. And even though she was so wet and ready for him, the fact remained, he was big. And the head of him stretched her, straining the capacity of her flesh.

She didn’t care. Planting her feet flat on the mat, she thrust her hips up at him, sending his shaft a few inches inside her. It was bliss! And at the same time, not nearly enough. She growled her frustration.

“Slow. Go slow, Abby,” he told her gruffly before reclaiming her lips. His tongue delved and retreated inside her mouth with the same rhythm his hardness slid and stroked into her body. It took a few tries, a couple of forceful glides and retreats before he finally seated himself to the hilt.