Ice (Elite Forces #1)(9)
He's consumed me. I came in here with the plan to never let him touch me again, and in literally ten seconds, he has me begging inside. I want him to devour me, and I want to f*cking devour him.
Our deep, desperate breaths match up as he moves his face next to mine. He pulls my lips toward his and turns me around to face him just before our lips have the chance to touch. He takes a step back.
I plaster my back against the wall, palms at my sides, and welcome the scrape across my skin as I move. Right now, I'm thankful for this wall. I'm not really sure if I would be standing without it. Oh, I’m shaking alright, quivering even. I feel my knees knocking, my heart is pounding and skipping around in my chest.
He's watching me; I can feel his eyes move over my body, while I can't seem to move mine from watching his chest sink with each exhale. Fuck me, he’s just as affected as I am. He’s driving me crazy inside as I lose the battle of standing strong against his advances. I know how good he feels, and my body won’t allow me to even consider denying myself the pleasure he can bring.
"Take off your shirt." I move with confidence at his demand. "Bra too." I expose myself bare to him. His penetrating gaze shifts from my face to my neck, then locks onto my heaving chest. My nipples seem to beg for his command as they harden to an excruciating need of pain. I wait for him to say something. Touch something. Fucking do some...thing. Any damn thing.
I begin to fight myself internally, the need to be touched or touch myself driving me out of my ever-loving mind. I refrain from taking the step to show him I’m weak at the moment. I'm stronger than this shit. I don't need a man. I don't f*cking wait for a man. And I sure as f*ck don't beg for a man.... that is until him, but he doesn't need to know that.
He steps toward me once again, grinding his cock into me, sliding me up the wall as he does. His beard is soft against my neck as he trails his tongue down toward my chest. My once heated skin chills everywhere with his touch.
"What is your pretty little head thinking? Are you craving this?" He rolls his hips forward, grinding his bulge against me, sending my eyes closed and a frantic internal plea for him to do it again. He does, and I run my fingers through his hair and moan against his ear when he reaches between us to tug at my belt.
My pants slide down, and I kick my boots off to free my legs entirely. If that doesn’t answer his question, then I don’t know what the hell will. He grabs his own belt, tugs it loose, and I watch his sturdy fingers make a hasty effort to lose his pants. Son of a bitch, not only do I have one hell of a Commander to look at, I’ve also been hit with a man who wants to f*ck me again.
He steps back again to watch me. Standing here completely naked is new to me. I've never treated sex any differently than fulfilling a need, then moving on. His stare is intense, touching parts of me that have never been touched. Inside shit that I'm not sure I like being affected... and it's starting to make me nervous, which is a new emotion for me. I’m confident in every damn thing I do, so why is it so different with him? He’s not any better than I am.
"Why are you watching me like that?" I ask angrily.
"Because I can."
"What if I don't like it?" I snap. Why is he taking so long to move to me? Has he changed his mind now that I’m ass naked in front of him?
"You'd better get used to it." He's so f*cking self-assured, standing there in front of me, stroking his cock. With a cock like that, he's sure to be confident. I watch him as he continues to stroke it and can't help but look forward to feeling him fill me once again. I know it’ll be raw, hard f*cking with him, apparently just how I like it.
I grow impatient and decide to move forward on him. My hands grip his strong shoulders and he picks me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist. He steps forward until I'm against the wall again, then slides his bare cock inside me. I gasp from the sudden intrusion that stretches me wide, but I love how he makes me feel as he moves inside me.
I pull back once I realize what he’s done. I do everything I can to try to stop him, but my strength up against his holds no power here at all. "Fuck. What are you doing?" I plead as I try to pull away from him with my back against the wall.
"I know you're clean. I know you can't get pregnant because you've had the shot, and I'll be damned if I f*ck you with a condom ever again." He pulls back before thrusting into me harder than before, filling me instantly.
"Fuck. You feel so f*cking good on my dick. Just like I knew you would." Oh my god. The urge to scream claws up my throat. His name is right there on the tip of my tongue, and I’m fighting like hell not to yell while he fills me completely.
He begins to f*ck me fast and hard with one of his hands gripping my ass, the other pulling on my hair. My back scrapes against the rough wall with every thrust, but I don't dare stop him. The burn of the scratches increases my sensitivity to him, and I can't stop the screaming from my mouth when I start to orgasm.
He wraps his hand over my mouth, never once slowing down as he starts to f*ck me even harder. I bite down on his palm and he groans, obviously loving my reaction.
"Oh yeahhhh. I can't wait to f*ck you when I don't have to hide that gorgeous sound coming from your lips." His words are a growl while he pounds into me over and over. My second orgasm hits and again, I can't control it. Fuck. His cock hits me perfectly like this. It's like he's angled with the exact purpose to hit my G-spot. I feel my inner walls tightening and pulsing around his length as he continues to f*ck me with purpose.