Staking His Claim (Line of Duty #5)(40)

“Yes, Matt.” When he released her chin, she leaned forward and ran her tongue up the underside of his erection. His knees bumped the seat as he moaned. “Do you like that?”

“Fuck yes, I like it.” He encircled the base of his arousal in one hand, guiding it to her already-parting mouth. “More. Now.”

It had been a while since Lucy did this and never with a man Matt’s size. She forced herself to relax and focus on what his body told her. What he responded to. Soon, she became lost in her own enjoyment. His taste. The strangled sounds she ripped from his throat. The way her scalp tingled as he pulled her hair, gently moving her fast, then slow, then fast again.

“You like the way I taste, baby?” His hips rocked forward. “No, you goddamn love it.”

Lucy hummed in her throat, locking her fingers around his girth, stroking him off in time with her mouth. She heard his breathing begin to grow choppy. The fingers in her hair grew punishing, telling he was close to reaching his peak. He tried to draw her away with frantic hands, but Lucy didn’t want to stop.

“You want me to finish in your disrespectful little mouth? You want to make my f*cking life?”

Slowly, she nodded, relaxing her throat to let him slide deep, deeper than before, purring in order to send vibrations coursing through his hard flesh. Her mouth traveled up and down, increasing in pace, dragging her teeth lightly up the sides when he begged her to slow down. He was right at the edge. She wanted to see him come apart, was dying to witness it, but he dragged her mouth away at the last second.

“Next time,” he barked, digging a condom from his jeans pocket and rolling it down his straining erection. “Spread your legs. Let me see the part of you that squeezes me so tight.”

Lucy drew up her knees, letting her dress drift down to her waist. Her bare breasts were heaving; her lips felt heavy and swollen. Matt’s hot gaze between her legs made her squirm on the seat impatiently. “Hurry,” she whispered shakily, when he started stroking himself.

Matt grabbed her ankles and propped them on opposite ends of the doorframe, her high heels somehow still on her feet. He maintained eye contact with her as he ripped her panties off with a twist of his wrist, then leaned down to lick along her center. Two long strokes of his tongue that made her thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably.

“No screaming,” he rasped. She hadn’t quite processed his warning before he dragged the head of his arousal through her folds, then plowed deep into her. Lucy bit her lip hard, muffling the scream that ripped from deep inside her chest. The sound ended in a sob when he didn’t immediately move. She needed him to thrust, but he stayed still, so deep inside her she could feel him pulsing. “I swear to Christ, baby, you were made for me. You feel that?” He pulled out of her, then slammed home once more. “Mine. My Lucy. Let me hear you say it.”

No. She couldn’t give in to his words, even though she desperately wanted to repeat them back. They felt true, but she knew they weren’t. Her body might succumb to him, but her mind couldn’t. Even now, her lower stomach muscles were coiled tightly, preparing for the inevitable rush only Matt could provide. She struggled to hold back, wanting to tug him down for a kiss but biting her lip instead. After this, she would walk away. This couldn’t be about affection.

Matt must have sensed the tension in her because his eyes narrowed on her face. “You don’t get to hold back. Not when I’m ten inches deep, Lucy. I won’t allow it.”

She rolled her hips on the seat, felt a spark of satisfaction when his breath shook. “You’re the one holding back. Don’t you want to move inside me, Matt?”

His hands flexed on her thighs. “Not until you’re here with me. Say it.”

Why was he doing this? What did he want from her? “No.”

The strain was beginning to get to him. His ridged abdomen dipped and shuddered, his voice sounding unnatural. It wouldn’t take much to tempt him into forgetting whatever mission he was suddenly on. Lucy trailed her hand up her stomach, brushing her fingers over her nipples.

With a strangled sound, Matt grabbed her wrists and tried to pin them behind her back, but she struggled to get them free. “Stop it,” she said, but the words ended on a gasp. The friction caused by her struggle sent shock waves through her body. Automatically, her legs wrapped around his waist, high heels digging into his ass.

“My Lucy.”

“No.”

“Your body disagrees,” he growled, pushing deep as a means of pinning her. “You want the hard f*ck I’ve got saved up for you? Say the words.”

She hated him in that moment, even as she craved his body, the feel of him inside her, more than the air in her lungs. There were so many layers to this sensation of being restrained. The way he accomplished it with his powerful body, refusing to budge. His rejection yesterday opposing his wanting to claim her today. None of it made sense.

“What do you want from me, Matt?”

“I tried to tell myself wanting you, keeping you, was selfish. Maybe it is.” His lips brushed her forehead. “But I’m lost here, Lucy. I’m lost without everything you’ve got.”

It hurt. Not voicing the words of love threatening to burst forth, keeping them trapped inside, even as being held immobile by him made her body sing. Emotions, chaotic and contradictory, built in her chest until she could no longer contain it.