Off Base(55)

“Enough teasing,” he growled, his hand clamping on her wrist. “I can’t wait.”

“Then don’t.” She squeezed his cock and guided him in a little bit more, the head of him almost fully lodged inside her now, just in the threshold, already stretching her more than she had ever been stretched.

“Let me get a condom—”

“I’m on the pill,” she said, her voice breathless. She had been on the pill ever since she was seventeen. Her doctor had prescribed it to help with cramps and the occasional breakouts. “Are you … okay?” She winced, hating the awkwardness of that question.

“I’m clean, but you don’t have to do this.” Sweat beaded the top of his lip, and she knew his control was slipping. “I’ve never been inside a woman before without a condom.”

And that sealed it for her. She would be his first in this. Her heart swelled. She wanted to be the first woman to ever truly feel Cullen inside her. The first to have that with him, from him. “I trust you,” she whispered.

Indecision warred on his face. She shifted her hips and tried to take more of him in. He held back, denying her.

“Don’t you want inside me, Cullen?” She reached around him to grip his ass, digging her fingernails into the firm flesh, mindless in her hunger for him, urging him to drive deep. “With nothing between us.”

He groaned and dropped his hand away from where he gripped himself. “Damn, Huntley … to know what it feels like to come inside you? To feel you milking my bare-skinned cock? Yes.”

She didn’t have time to draw air before he buried himself deep with one clean stroke.

She gasped and stiffened against the sudden invasion, her hands flying to his biceps. She was no virgin, but this definitely felt alien. She’d never felt anything like him. It was as though she was full of him, stuffed to the seams.

He dropped his head against her shoulder, his voice rumbling against her skin. “You feel so good, Huntley. Amazing.”

She inhaled a bracing breath, adjusting to the sheer size of him pulsing in her.

He looked down at her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just been a while.” She inhaled and exhaled several times. “And you’re bigger than I’m used to.”

He grinned, the smile slow and sexy. “You’ll get used to it.”

He bent his head, lifting one breast and drawing the nipple deep, sucking and scoring it lightly with his teeth.

Her sex clenched, and she moaned at the sensation of his incredible hardness filling her, wedged so tight inside her channel that he felt like he was a part of her. As though there was no ending deciphering where he ended and she began. She arched her throat on a moan.

“Ah, I feel that. See? You are milking my cock.”

She tossed her head in a wild nod and worked her hips under him, willing him to move. “Yes.”

“You ready now?” He pinched her nipple between strong fingers, sending an arrow of lancing sensation right to where their bodies joined.

“Yes,” she panted.

“What? What is it you’re ready for?”

“Your cock … moving, f*cking me.”

“With pleasure,” he growled, pulling out and pushing back in. Still controlled. Still steady. He kept it up, creating an even tempo of friction that had her writhing and moaning beneath him.

“What? What do you want, Huntley?”

“Harder.”

His eyes darkened. “Hell yeah,” he muttered, like it was all he was waiting for her to say.

His hands seized her hips and his pace increased. He pounded into her, the headboard rattling against the wall with his every thrust.

She shouted his name and clawed his back. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers hard and deep on her flesh.

He lifted her pelvis until her ass was up off the bed, his cock diving deep, hitting the spot that shattered her. She came, her body jerking violently. He continued to hammer into her, relentless as a machine.

“Oh, that’s beautiful. Come for me again, sweetheart.” His hands slid from her hips to grip her ass. He massaged the rounded swells as he drove in and out of her.

It wasn’t possible. She never orgasmed like this. With Jackson it had been rare and never more than one a night. This didn’t happen.

“I can’t … I never…” Her voice cracked.

“Yes, you can. You will.” His voice stroked over her like a physical caress.

She started to tremble as he pumped in and out, his big hands kneading her bottom in a way that got her hotter and made that invisible fist tighten and twist low in her belly. She was close again, and strange little animal sounds tore from her throat. She lifted and rolled her hips, her movements becoming clumsy in her desperation.

Another climax swelled up inside her, starting deep, curling her toes into the mattress. She lifted her hips and the tension in her core snapped. Delicious sensations shot out to every nerve ending before ribboning back to where he hit that sweet spot again and again. She gulped back a cry. Holy hell. She could hardly find the right spot when she was working to get herself off.

He knew where to find it. Knew every place to touch. Knew exactly what to do to make her body sing. One hand left her ass to find her clit, his fingers rubbing and pinching as he slid in and out of her.

That’s all it took. She shattered, coming again, quivering under him as his pace increased to a frenzy, their bodies smacking loudly. “I told you. That’s it, sweetheart.” His breathing changed—his movements becoming less graceful, urgent as he drove to his own release.