Ice (Elite Forces #1)(15)
He pushes me until I'm lying flat on my back, my legs still dangling off the side. His hands move fast to remove my boots and pants just before he spreads my legs and moves in.
His tongue is tight as he swirls it around, making me feel him all the way to the center of my body. He grabs my ass and lifts me closer to his face, making it almost impossible for me to stay quiet as his beard scrapes across my upper thigh. His nibble on my clit is my breaking point.
I try to squirm out of his hands, but he relentlessly holds me in place, devouring my orgasm in its entirety. His beard gives an added friction, and I find myself grinding my hips into his face before it's over. Shit. He’s overpowering and his intensity begins to eat me alive.
I'm sensitive to his touch as I come down from the full body spasm he causes.
“See what you f*cking walked away from.” He unzips his pants and enters me quickly, filling me completely on the first thrust. My * is still throbbing, and I can feel every inch of him as he moves in and out of me. His thrusts are quick and firm, but not consistent. He's pausing between each thrust, making me think and messing with my mind.
“Look at you. You want to control this. You want me to go faster.” He thrusts harder and faster, then stops just when I start to feel good again.
“Or slower.” He keeps a steady pace, allowing me to get worked up before he goes back to the inconsistent thrusts.
“You can't stand the fact that I have you in a position of no control.” I think about what he’s saying. He's right to a point, but he needs to realize that I can still manage. Let’s see how he likes this.
I slide my hand over my clit and begin to make circular movements, throwing myself forward toward another orgasm and not caring what he does. His dick is doing its job, fulfilling the need I have to feel the fullness. The rest can be done easily on my part. But I know firsthand his long, strong fingers feel better than my own.
He grabs my wrists with both hands, puts them into one grip, then reaches for the belt on the pants at his knees. I’m panting and anger surges through me. I hate that I can't scream at him and tell him exactly how I feel. Hell, do I even know how I feel?
He doesn’t give me time to address my emotional turmoil. The thrill of his orders rings loud and clear in the deepness and in the way he speaks.
“Stand up.”
I slide off the boxes, and he wraps my wrists together behind my back. He pushes my head down until I'm bent facedown against the box, then slides back into me, thrusting hard. How I’m staying quiet is beyond me. The way he glides in and out of me, hitting every nerve, makes me want to yell for more and beg to be f*cked harder.
My legs and breasts feel the wood with each slam, and it isn't until he grabs my shoulder with one arm and my hair with the other that I notice what I'm lying on. The light from the moon hits it just right, so I can see what I'm smashed up against.
“What the f*ck? These are explosives, Kaleb,” I say quietly, knowing my eyes are wide.
“I know. How does it feel to be so f*cking hot that I'd slam my dick into you on a case of explosives?" His words are powerful, but this shit scares the hell out of me. My insides freeze. Any chance of orgasm flows from my body, leaving me terrified. He slows his movements like he feels my change.
“We can do this one of two ways. You can agree to stay the night with me, or we can continue f*cking right here.”
He pulls his cock out and moves it to my ass, rubbing the tip over the entrance. My body defies me, and I actually spread my legs a little wider, giving him the go-ahead. The mission is tomorrow, and I know this is the last time I’ll ever be with this man. I should be the one demanding everything. I’d give everything to really be able to examine his glorious cock and watch him lose control for once under my command.
I may be weak in this moment, allowing him to f*ck me like this, but I’m not spending the damn night with him. No way. He continues to prime my ass with the slickness of his cock and the moisture from my *. I close my eyes, feeling his fingers glide between my legs, sweeping upward and stretching my ass cheeks when he slides a finger inside. My eyes snap open when the tip of his cock pushes in slowly. His dick is still wet from f*cking me, and that helps him slide into my entrance.
My * is aching for him to return, but the more he pushes himself in, the more I feel an incredible orgasm resurface. I forget about the explosives and focus on how he makes me feel. I begin to burn with the progress he makes, slowly filling me each time. It takes a few jerky movements from his hips and complete stillness from my ass before he gets in enough to actually start moving. I feel exquisitely full. Oh god. Why do we have to be here? I want to yell at him to f*ck me hard because right now, I need to come.
I swear he reads my mind. His movements hit rapidly. He maintains consistency when he thrusts harder, making me crazy. My skin explodes with an indescribable sensation, and I fall quickly onto the edge of an orgasm. This is my first time for this. I've never allowed another man near my ass, but god, does this feel like hell moving straight through heaven.
“Tell me I'm the first.” He thrusts forward slowly, drawing my eyes back to the box below me. This speed I can handle. No sudden movements and we’ll be fine, but f*ck if it isn't insane trying to do this on explosives.
“Yes.” I close my eyes and take the burn he’s causing over every single inch of my body.