Staking His Claim (Line of Duty #5)(11)

Slap. Slap. Her answering moan caused a hot, deep clenching in his belly. He needed to take her now. The need raged inside him like a hurricane. With a twist of his wrist, he ripped the light-pink panties from her body, jaw clenching when she only arched her back. In anticipation? God, he hoped so. Stopping now could very well kill him.

Matt inserted his foot between her ankles and forced her legs wide, then thrust two fingers into her damp opening. So goddamn tight.

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow. From me. From how I’m about to f*ck you. Every time you walk, sit, or stand, you’re going to think of me.”

“Yes. Please. I will.”

Ass reddened by his hand, thighs spread in welcome, she had to be the most erotic sight he’d ever laid eyes on. Possession gripped him around the throat as he took the condom from his wallet, unbuttoned his jeans fully and rolled the latex down his sensitive length. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head against her clit, savoring the little whimpering noises she made in her throat, watching as her hips began to shake. He started to ease inside her, but something stopped him. It felt too impersonal, taking her this way after the trust she’d shown him. He wanted to look at her, see her face when he entered her for the first time.

Quickly, he turned her, something foreign flooding his chest when he saw her flushed face, her passion-glazed eyes. Yes, this is what he wanted. This felt right. She was impatient, too, he realized. Her throaty groan of frustration had Matt dragging her close, stripping her shirt off over her head so he could watch her pink-tipped breasts bounce. Supporting himself on the table with one hand, he hefted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

“Take me deep, Sasha. I can’t wait any longer to f*ck you. I need you.”

Something akin to panic flared in her eyes just as he drove into her with a hard upward thrust. “Matt—”

Then it was gone, as though he’d imagined it. Hidden behind her expression of shocked pleasure. His vision swam when he finally managed to shift his hips enough to bury himself to the hilt. Never. He’d never felt anything like her. She squeezed every inch of him like a vise, already beginning to contract, milking him before he’d even moved.

“Oh…oh my God. Matt.”

He spoke through clenched teeth. “Tell me when you’ve gotten used to me.”

“N-now. I’m…now.” Fingernails sinking into his shoulders, she dug her heels into the flesh of his ass and started writhing against his lap in midair. Fuck. He nearly came then and there, just from the sight of her. Head thrown back, lithe body undulating in quick circles designed to short-circuit his brain. Her * held him in such a tight grip, he knew her body couldn’t have accommodated him so easily, but she kept moving nonetheless, teeth sunk into her bottom lip as if the pressure between her legs were the only conscious part of her world.

Matt took her ass in his hands, lifting her and slamming her back down onto his cock. “You like when it hurts a little, baby?”

Her breath shuddered out. “I-I like the way you do it.”

His growl caused her eyes to pop open. Not in fear, but with excitement. It let loose something inside him, something he’d never felt. It took over, commanding his body for him. Before he could register his own actions, he dragged her down onto the floor, flipped her over and entered her from behind. “These thighs were made to be spread for a man. This man. Open them wider. Now.”

“Yes.”

His fingers tangled themselves in her hair, drawing her head back until she cried out. Some untapped part of him craved authority over her, going hand in hand with his dictation of her body’s responses. He needed her to recognize it. “Yes, please.”

“Please!”

Matt drove into her, over and over, the sound of slapping bodies and wild moans filling the room. Her body counteracted each movement of his own perfectly, all wet friction and tight strokes of flesh. He watched as the shaking started in her shoulders and moved down her back. He wanted to make her release powerful, needed her to associate pleasure with him for the rest of her life. His fingers traced over her pumping hip to massage her clit, speeding up as her movements grew jerky and desperate.

“I’m…oh, please…”

“Come. Now. Let me feel what I did to you.” Operating on instinct, he reared back with his hand and slapped her ass. He felt her go over the edge, her inner muscles spasming around him. The feel of her—tight, shaking perfection—sent him growling into his own climax, pumping into her as long as he could. Never wanting it to end. “Sasha.”

…

Hearing her best friend’s name on Matt’s lips instead of her own felt like an ice pick lodging itself in Lucy’s sternum.

What have I done?

She’d tried to stop him; the words had been poised on her lips just before he entered her. Then he’d filled her so thoroughly and started moving. Stopping him, telling him the truth on the chance he might walk away and leave her cold, hadn’t been an option. Not if she wanted to go on breathing. From that point forward, she’d been mindless to anything but his mastering of her body. There simply wasn’t another word for it. He’d mastered her completely, breaking her down and making her whole at the same time. It didn’t seem possible that she’d only met him this afternoon.

The physical attraction between them was a force in itself. Add to it the foreign mixture of yearning and concern she’d felt for him, this need to be exactly what he needed…