Defending Everly (Mountain Mercenaries #5)(65)

Luckily his other hand grabbed hold of her waist to steady her, because a second later, she exploded. She jerked and writhed in his grip as he continued to lick her clit even as she was coming.

“Shit! Ball . . . oh my God . . . !” Everly knew she wasn’t making sense, but she felt as if her world had just imploded. Her body was like a limp noodle, and she couldn’t seem to hold a thought in her head.

When she came back to herself, she was somehow sitting on Ball’s thighs. He was rolling the condom over his cock, then his hands were back at her hips.

“Fuck me, Ev,” he said in a low, husky voice.

His face still glistened, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

Now that she was cognizant again, Everly realized she was still turned on. Her inner thighs were soaked, and she wanted him inside her more than she wanted to breathe. Quickly rising up on her knees, she moved forward and took hold of his dick in her hand.

He inhaled sharply and didn’t take his eyes from where they were about to be joined. Everly wanted to put on a show for him. Wanted to take him extremely slowly so he could watch, but her body had other ideas.

As soon as she notched the head of his cock to her folds, she felt the need to have him buried deep inside her still-throbbing pussy.

She dropped down on him in one fell swoop. Not giving either of them time to adjust.

They both gasped for air as he bottomed out inside her.

“God damn,” Ball whispered. “I can feel you gripping my cock as if you’ll never let go.”

He was big. And it had been so long since she’d made love that having him inside her was just a bit painful, but her orgasm had been so intense, it had eased his way.

“Ev?” he asked, his fingers digging into her so hard, she knew she’d probably bruise, but couldn’t care less.

“Yeah?” she whispered.

“Move.”

So she did. Slow at first, then faster and faster, until she was slamming her body down on Ball’s, his wound forgotten. Her tits bounced up and down so hard, she had a feeling her chest was going to be sore later, but the way Ball’s gaze was fixated on them made her feel sexy as hell.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. One hand stayed on her hip, and the other rested on her belly. She almost complained, not wanting him to touch her there—then his thumb brushed against her clit. It threw off her rhythm, and he smiled. “Keep going.”

“I can’t think when you touch me like that,” she complained.

“Good. Keep fucking me, Everly.”

She did her best, but when he rubbed harder against her clit as she rode him, it was difficult to remember what she was doing. Looking down, she saw red blotches on Ball’s upper chest, and she loved seeing the evidence that he wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed to be.

“I’m close,” she warned as the familiar feel of another orgasm rolled up within her.

“I want to feel you squeeze my cock,” Ball said, the dirty words turning her on even more. “Force the come out of me, Ev. Do it. Fuck me and squeeze me dry.”

It wasn’t his words, so much as the way he used his fingernail against her extremely sensitive clit. It hurt, but in a good way. One hand braced on his chest, and the other grabbed hold of his biceps so hard, she knew she was leaving marks behind.

“That’s it. Fuck yeah, so beautiful. God!”

She barely heard his words through the haze of euphoria that had taken over her body. She slammed her pelvis down and stayed there, more because she couldn’t move any longer than for any erotic reason, and shook as she exploded.

She vaguely felt him grab hold of her hips and forcibly move her up and down twice before holding her to him and arching his back.

She couldn’t feel him come because of the condom, but she watched as the red blotch on his chest spread, and he squeezed his eyes closed as he came. His hips jerked under hers, and a grunt escaped his mouth before every muscle in his body relaxed.

Easing herself down on top of him, Everly let herself go limp. Ball’s arms came around her, holding her to him, and neither spoke for a long moment.

She felt his heart beating hard, just like hers. After a while, she felt his cock slip out of her body, and she shivered.

“I hate that,” she whispered.

“Not any more than I do,” Ball whispered back. Then he brought his hands up and held her face tenderly.

Somehow looking him in the eyes when she was still lying butt naked on top of him, and remembering how wanton she’d been, was harder than facing down a bad guy hyped up on meth.

“That. Was. Fucking. Perfect,” he said, enunciating each word carefully. “You were perfect.”

“I . . . uh . . . I’m not sure you should get used to me being like that.”

“Like what?”

Everly bit her lip. “Um, so . . . enthusiastic?”

He smiled. “That’s exactly how I want you. Every single time. If I can’t get you to light up like that for me every time, then I’m doing something wrong.”

His words made her melt. “Ball . . .”

“Kannon.”

“What?”

“Next time you’re coming on my tongue or my cock, I want you to say my real name.”

“Okay,” she said immediately, liking that.

He leaned up and kissed her lightly, then dropped his hands and said, “I hate to be the one to break up this tender cuddle time, but I have to deal with this condom.”