You Only Love Twice (Masters and Mercenaries #8)(56)

He shoved another inch in and she took it, her tongue swirling around his stalk. Her hand worked the base. She gripped him hard and gave him the slightest edge of her teeth. He couldn’t take another second or he would come right down her throat, and that wasn’t how their first time was going to go.

He pulled away and she looked up at him, her mouth a gorgeous red. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, but it’s my turn. It’s my turn to put my mouth on you. It’s my turn to taste you. Lie back and spread your legs again.” His cock was throbbing, but he was determined to make this night last.



Phoebe didn’t think. She simply reacted to the command in Jesse’s voice. She let her body sag down, allowed herself to sink into the softness of the comforter at her back. Her brain was fuzzy with desire and she was riding the wave.

Strong hands gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She looked down the length of her body at him. He was spectacular. Tall and lean, every inch of him perfectly muscled. She loved how strong he was. And she couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. It stood out slightly from his body. She could still taste him on her tongue. Salty but clean. The feel of his skin was burned in her brain.

He pulled her legs apart, exposing her again. He’d stared at her before. It had been odd, but she’d loved how desire had lit his eyes as he looked at her *, how his hand had moved toward her as though magnetized to her.

Now it wasn’t his hand that moved to her. He dropped to his knees in front of her and then his mouth hovered right over her *. His breath heated her, making her flush again with arousal. Every time she thought she couldn’t get more turned on, he did something else that threatened to blow her mind.

She watched, unable to take her eyes off him. She watched as he lowered his head to her *, covering her with his mouth.

Pleasure coursed through her. She couldn’t help but gasp and try to move. His tongue was soft against her flesh, sending tingly bliss all through her system.

“Don’t move.” Jesse’s command rumbled along her flesh. “Stay still or I’ll have to spank you and then we’ll start again. This is my time and I will have it. And if you think I wouldn’t do this in front of a crowd, you’re wrong. I would eat this * in front of them and let them know you taste as sweet as honey.”

She couldn’t help it. Just thinking about it did something for her. She held herself still as he devoured her. His tongue traveled the length of her female flesh, delving inside and then licking its way back to torture her clit with slow caresses.

Over and over again he stroked her with his tongue, leaving no part of her unloved. His fingers parted her labia gently, giving himself access to her core. She felt one finger slip inside her, finding a rhythm and rotating while he tongued her clit.

It was torture to lie there. She wanted to move, to fight him for her pleasure. She wanted to force him to give her more. More of his talented tongue, more of his lips and teeth and fingers. More Jesse. She wanted all of him and she wasn’t sure she could settle for less.

But he’d earned her submission. He’d been patient and kind and he’d taken her to places she’d never been before. So she fisted her hands in the silky comforter and let him pleasure her at his slow, decadent pace.

“I want you to come for me. I want you to come all over my tongue.”

He gave her a second finger as he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.

Phoebe couldn’t hold out. Sensation swamped her, dimming her sight as he took her over the edge. She cried out his name as her body was suffused with pleasure.

Before she could come down from the crazy high he’d taken her to, he was up on his feet. In the hazy aftermath, she watched as he rolled a condom over that beautiful cock of his. Alarm bells went off in her head, but they were a distant thing. What was more relevant was the fact that she wanted to give this man everything he’d given to her.

She made no protests when he moved her up the bed and made a place for himself between her legs.

“You’re so f*cking gorgeous when you come. Let’s see if I can make you do it again.” He pressed his cock in.

She was sure if she hadn’t been so well pleasured from before, it would have been difficult to take him. He was so big. He was bigger than…

He pressed in until there was no room, until there was nothing between them.

“Oh, Phoebe, you feel so good. Do you know what you do to me?” He gave her his weight and she was deliciously crushed. So unlike…

He kissed her, making all thoughts flee as he held himself hard inside her. His tongue glided against hers. She relaxed again and allowed her hands to find his back. Jesse pulled out slowly. Inch by inch she could feel him moving. He dragged his cock out almost to the end and then pushed back inside.

He picked up the pace and she matched him. This was what she’d been waiting for. She slammed her hips up. He stared down at her, his gorgeous face tight with desire.

“Give it to me,” he growled. “I like the way it feels. I like your little claws in my back.”

She hadn’t even realized she was sinking her nails in, but it seemed right to do it. This was a struggle, a sweet struggle. She held on to him as he f*cked her hard. He wasn’t polite or gentle about it. He pounded into her and her whole body and soul responded. This fight was what had been missing before. She wasn’t something sweet and gentle. She was his equal. She was his mate and she could prove it.