Close Cover (Masters and Mercenaries #16)(86)

He played for another long moment at her nipple. If she was his, he would talk her into nipple rings. She loved having them sucked on and twisted, and the rings would stimulate her further. He could run a chain through them when they played and tweak her at will. When they weren’t playing, they would be a reminder that her Master always wanted her, was always with her.

He gave the other nipple a quick bite and she shivered in his arms. He could smell her arousal, tangy and sharp in the air. He could take her now if he wanted to and his dick would slide right in, she was so wet.

But he had other plans.

“Get on your knees, chèrie. I want you on your knees in front of me.”

She dropped down to the floor, in between his legs. “I love it when you do that. Of course I also loved it when you dealt with that gator, though it scared me.”

She was kneeling between his legs, right where he wanted her to be. “Otis is a known quantity around here. I wouldn’t have done that with another gator, and you’ll stay away from them altogether. I want you to open the fly of my jeans and take my cock out.”

His whole body tensed in anticipation as she undid his fly and eased the zipper down. His cock jumped as though it knew exactly what came next, and the damn thing couldn’t wait. He clenched his teeth as she reached out to move his boxers down, her warm skin brushing against his dick. Already he could feel the blood racing from all the other parts of his body to the most important part. Hard. He was so damn hard.

“Touch me. Let me feel your warmth and know your affection. Let me be enveloped by you.”

She let her fingertips run over the skin of his cock, tracing the thick vein that ran along the underside. One finger moved from base, up the stalk to the place where the vein dove deep and his cockhead formed a V. And then she began again, this time taking him fully in hand and squeezing gently until his breath hitched and a drop of arousal coated the head.

“Lick it.” His voice had gone guttural. This was a place where words seemed to fail him and all he could do was feel.

Her tongue came out, wetting those glorious lips of hers before she leaned over and curled her tongue around the head, sending pure lightning flashing through him. Every cell came alive the minute he felt her sweet heat surrounding him. He caught her hair in his hand, tangling his fingers in the soft thickness. He pulled it taut and was rewarded with a little gasp.

“You like that?”

“Yes, I like it a lot. I love it when you pull my hair just right,” she said, the words humming along his dick.

It was a balance, a game he enjoyed very much. He tugged again and she sighed, a shudder going through her body but her nipples peaked.

“Suck me and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

She leaned over and his dick disappeared between her lips.

He let his head fall back. His hands remained in her hair, but he let her play. Her tongue ran all over the head of his cock. He wouldn’t pull her off this time. They had all night.

She licked her way from the base to the head and then sucked him inside again. He watched her with heavy lidded eyes, his blood humming in his body, preparing for that moment of pure pleasure. He stared, taking in the gorgeous sight of her mouth closing over his cock. Her tongue whipped out, skimming across the slit at the head of his dick, drawing his arousal out.

“I don’t want to stop at all.” The words hummed on the skin of his cock before she sucked him deep again.

He guided her head up and down, his cock swelling with every pass of her sweet lips. Her hand came up, cupping his balls, and he couldn’t hold out.

“Take what I have to give you. Take it all.” He pressed in, tugging on her hair and letting her know what he needed. “I want to give it all to you.”

She settled in, sucking him in earnest now, her head moving up and down, swallowing him in the best of ways.

He felt his balls draw up and then he was coming. He filled her mouth as he continued to thrust. He could feel her swallowing around him, taking in everything he had to give. Nearly blinded by the heat, he relaxed back as she softened around him. She licked at his satisfied cock as though unwilling to give up her prize.

Remy took a deep breath and vowed to pay his sweet sub back.





Lisa ran her tongue down her Master’s cock. Despite the fact that he’d recently come fast and hard, he was already showing signs that the evening wasn’t finished.

She didn’t want it to ever be finished. She wanted to stay here in this place with him, to work and build the business, to hold his hand when they went to the fair and have Sunday dinners where Delphine would do something wacky.

She wanted to go to bed with him every night and have him blow her mind. She wanted to play with him and wake up beside him.

Why did Ian Taggart have to have such a fearsome reputation? If the mob was still after her, she would have no choice except to stay. She might have to stay forever, and then things would take their course. The ache in her heart would ease, replaced with everyday affection, and one day she would be able to look past what had happened.

But if she was in Dallas when that came to pass, would he still be waiting for her? Would her stubbornness cost them a lifetime of happiness?

“Come here.” His voice was deep, that dark whiskey sound that made her whole body light up with anticipation.

She’d loved sucking his cock, loved the way he’d filled her mouth. Mostly she’d loved how close to him she’d felt when she did it, hearing every moan of pleasure coming from him and knowing she was the reason he felt it. But it was good to move on to her own pleasure, too. A deep ache had settled in her pussy and he was the only one who could ease it.