Nix. (Den of Mercenaries Book 3)(42)

Despite the water he was still knee deep in, Kit felt hot all over as he worked her, his cock painfully rigid—the throbbing pulse nearly making him want to say f*ck it all and give her what she wanted and put them both out of their misery.

“Fucking Christ, Luna, say it.”

“Take me!” she all but shouted at him as tremors wracked her frame.

It was enough.

He surged out of the water, dragging her to him as he hastily jerked at his own clothing trying to rid himself of the shorts. Kneeling between her thighs, he was offered an unobstructed view of her glistening *, the flush beneath her skin beautiful.

The second he had his hand wrapped around his cock, he dragged his fist from the root to the tip, squeezing just hard enough to tamp down his own need to come.

He wasn’t ready for this to end.

He never wanted it to end.

The pleasurable torture was too good to resist.

Angling his cock down, he rocked his hips forward, sliding his length along her cleft, the same as he’d done with her tongue. Once she was practically vibrating beneath him, he concentrated his efforts at that little bundle of nerves, tapping the head of his cock against it.

“I know what you need,” he whispered as her legs fell open wider.

She was a squirming mess beneath him, but this time as he slid down again, he found the notch at her opening and pushed inside, the tight heat stealing his breath away. Already, the need to f*ck her hard was riding him and he was desperate to answer its call.

She was just so f*cking slippery and tight—so f*cking tight—around his cock that it was nothing short of sheer concentration that didn’t have him spilling inside her.

Her * rippled around him as he fed his cock into her, his gaze leaving where he penetrated and going up to her face.

He loved her expressions—the way everything he was feeling was reflected there.

Gritting his teeth, Kit forced his attention on her—the look of abandonment on her face. On tight nipples that were begging to be sucked.

He wanted to f*cking possess her.

Once he was in as far as he could go, he planted himself there, giving her a moment to adjust to him, but he couldn’t help a shift of his hips, a measured thrust that had him sinking deeper inside her before pulling out, her glistening arousal covering his cock.

Luna’s head fell back as she moaned, the sound seeming to wrap around him.

How eager she was as she arched, meeting his thrusts, but with each one, her cries grew louder, the sound amplified because of the water.

“Shh,” he whispered with a smile, pressing his finger against her lips, cursing low when she pulled it into her mouth, the soft suction of her mouth just as much a tease as it was a promise. “Voices carry in here—you wouldn’t want everyone to know you’re getting f*cked, hmm?”

Luna shook her head hard, eyes cloudy with pleasure as she released his finger, only to bite her lip.

Gradually, he worked his cock in and out of her, holding her legs wide as he gave himself over to it.

At least until he felt her hands sliding along his back until he felt her nails digging in and dragging down, scoring his skin.

His control snapped.

Kit needed to f*cking consume her, to take everything she offered and more.

Shoving himself into her body, his thrusts were nothing short of savage as he f*cked her harder and harder, loving the way her breath hitched.

“Such a good girl,” he praised leaning down to lick a path up her neck. “Is your * hungry for me—are you ready to come again?”

She wrapped her legs around him then in answer, as though to keep him there—like there was any other place he would rather be.

Already, she had forgotten his warning, her mindless cries echoing, but it was like music to his ears, but as much as he loved it, he clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle them.

Seeing her like that, mouth covered and his body practically pinning her to the floor, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

Is this how you like it, he whispered before biting the cord of her neck, dragging his teeth over it. Is this how you like to get f*cked?

A guttural sound left him as he watched her head fall back and he was gifted with the sight of her reaching climax a split second before her * clamped down like a vice around his cock, milking him for everything he was worth, and he had no choice but to give in.

One brutal thrust, another, and finally a third, then he was rapidly pulling out of her still pulsating *. He f*cked his fist, her name falling like a prayer and a curse from his lips as he came, arcs of milky white fluid lashing across her stomach and breasts.

It wasn’t enough.

It was too much.

It was everything.



“Sleep.”

Luna nearly jumped at the sound of Kit’s voice. She had been sure he had already fallen asleep once they had come back up from the pool, showered, and climbed into his bed.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t tired, she definitely was, but thoughts of what the new day would bring had her too anxious to sleep.

After they came up from the pool, Kit had told her about the assignment he needed to go on, and that she would be going with him. He hadn’t explained much about what she would be expecting from this job, but the sheer unknown of it all had her mind racing with possibilities.

Kit wouldn’t have such worries, and after the energy he expensed in the pool, she was sure it wouldn’t be long before he was asleep, but her fidgeting must have kept him up.