Off Base(16)

“Yes. Christ, yes.”

She slid her hands up to cup her breasts and squeezed, thigh muscles tightening at the delicious quickening in her belly. “I’m all yours.”

Beck shot forward, latching his mouth to her clit, sucking her panties and flesh into his mouth on a thunderous growl. Kenna screamed at the unexpected action, nearly losing her balance until his hands molded to her bottom, holding her steady as he sucked. Licked. Oh God. Her body convulsed, stuttering just on the edge of orgasm. Impossible. Too soon. Wasn’t it?

He pulled back by the barest of inches, his rapid puffs of breath feathering over her flesh. “D-do you like this?”

“Yeskeepgoing.”

“Thank God. Tastes so good.”

Beck made contact again and Kenna’s mind shut down, focusing only on the perfection of his suctioning mouth. He was a starved man who’d forgotten his last meal and needed sustenance. One of his brawny arms wrapped around her hips, freeing his other hand to slip between her thighs, a thumb brushing her entrance. As if he wanted her permission but refused to stop tonguing her damp core long enough to ask.

“Yours, Beck. My body is yours.” Words she’d never said to anyone, would probably never say again. Don’t think about it. Focus on him…what he’s doing to you. “Touch me, move me, enter me, speak to me however it feels right. Everything you do will be right.”

She could feel something give way inside his big body. If possible, his mouth worked her harder, opening wide to draw on her flesh, then bathing her clit with his tongue. Two long fingers filled her and she gasped—yes—making eye contact with Beck as he broke away with a groan. “Ah, Kenna.” His voice was a bed of nails. “I’m going to hurt you. I never knew…I didn’t know you’d be so small.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his face against her stomach. “I take back what I said. I don’t want to make you scream. Don’t want you in pain.”

Her throat constricted so hard she couldn’t draw air for a moment, but Beck’s obvious physical torment snapped her into action. She lifted his face to meet hers. “Unfasten your pants, Major. You won’t hurt me.” Their lips brushed. “If it hurts a little, the good will outweigh it. Okay?” She kissed him long and deep. “I showed you my ache, now show me yours.”

His hands fell to his lap, bringing the sounds of leather sliding, his zipper descending. “If I do something to hurt you…” He broke off, shaking his head.

“Hey.” As soon as his erection was free between them, large and beautiful, she pushed him against the chair back. “You’re the virgin. That’s supposed to be my line.”

An intense glow lit his eyes. “You’re in deep with me, Kenna Sutton.”

“I know,” she whispered, hiding her shaken reaction to his vow by reaching for the unopened pack of condoms in her side table, but her trembling fingers gave her away.

Beck took the box and ripped it open with his teeth, effectively replacing her embarrassment with another whopping dose of heat. He took out a foil wrapper, tore it on one end and rolled the condom down his erection. “I know this much from health class,” he explained with a lopsided smile.

Something pointy stuck in her throat, but she swallowed it with resolution. Thighs still spread wide, knees resting on opposite armrests, she took him in her hand, led him between her thighs and sank down, inch by inch. Beck gritted out her name at the ceiling, his neck and arm muscles constricting. Kenna’s thighs felt the strain of her position, but she refused to change it because—damn damn damn—he couldn’t possibly get any deeper. So huge and thick and smooth. Amazing. He pressed against her inner walls, stretching her to fit him and it hurt, but the hurt was glorious. Nothing compared to this. Nothing. The need to move was fast becoming an undeniable yen, so she dug her fingers into the leather back of the chair and rose, before dropping down onto him once again.

“Oh my God.”

“You? Christ. Oh, Christ. You have no idea…” He lifted his hips, bringing them both off the seat. “It’s too good. You’re tight. So f*cking tight and I can’t. You can’t move like that. Do it again. Okay, darlin’? Again. Again.”

She’d never wanted to kiss a man during sex, but hell if she didn’t want to make out with his flushed, masculine face, the promise of a too-soon, blistering climax be damned. Beck. Sweet, sexual beast that had been pacing his cage too long. Kenna twisted her hips and pleasure spread like spilled ink in her middle. Never mind about the kissing. She’d only had this man inside her for thirty seconds and her body was sprinting blindly toward relief, lip-lock be damned. Kenna lifted and came down on him with a quick flick of her hips, moaning as Beck grew even larger inside her.

“I’m not leaving you in need again.” Beck thrust up into her with a strangled groan. “But I can’t think when you’re doing that. Can’t think about anything ‘cept coming inside your body.”

“Don’t think, Beck. I don’t want you to think.” Reminding herself this was his first experience, Kenna took his hands and placed them on her backside, her breath leaving in a rush when he gripped her with punishing strength. “Move me how you want me, Beck. Grind me down, bounce me, make me ride you slow. Do whatever makes you come the hardest.”

Sweat had broken out along his upper lip, his sexy, corded neck. “I already know you’re going to be the best of my life, Kenna. How do I make sure I’m the best of yours? Tell me.”