Lost and Found (Masters & Mercenaries: The Forgotten #2)(78)

His cock twitched in his jeans and he knew it didn’t matter what he’d done before or what he would do after. All that mattered was this moment and this woman. It didn’t matter that he didn’t deserve her, that he’d lied and cheated to have her. She’d given herself to him and he was going to keep her no matter what.

He stood there for a moment, his eyes taking in every inch of that golden skin. Her tits were perfect. Round and tipped, with ripe pink berries. His palm itched to touch them, to feel that silk under his skin.

“I kept the plug, but that was pretty much hell on earth, Owen. It doesn’t want to stay in,” she complained. “I had to roll on the bed and I ended up like this. Can you grab my ankles and pull me down so my head isn’t falling off the mattress?”

But he could see the possibilities of her position. She was laid out for his enjoyment. He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and shoved them off his hips, kicking them to the side. He wouldn’t need clothes for the rest of the night, either. He was going to spend every second of it skin to skin with her.

Doing disgusting, perverted, glorious things with her. “I like you exactly where you are.”

It struck him that he hadn’t felt her mouth on his cock. He’d been too eager to get inside her, but he could certainly make up for it now.

Her hair fell in golden brown waves. “You like it? I’m not sure how…” She bit her bottom lip. “You want me to suck you, don’t you? You want to shove your cock into my mouth and play with my breasts at the same time. That’s why you like it.”

It was a good thing that she could read his intentions. He couldn’t keep her like that forever. She would get woozy, but he could enjoy her for a few moments. “I like it because you’re laid out like a feast for me. Are you going to do it, love? Are you going to suck my cock?”

“Yes, Owen. I’ve been dying to.” Her legs slid against one another, like she couldn’t help but move.

He crossed the space between them. The bed was at the perfect height. It brought her luscious mouth in line with his cock. “Open for me.”

She did as he’d commanded, and he felt the first long lick of her tongue on the underside of his dick. It was enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head. The position wasn’t one he’d been in before, doubted she had either, but she took to it with enthusiasm.

Her tongue rolled over him. It was a tight fit. Her mouth was small, but she managed to work his dick with sweet enthusiasm. He fucked in and out of her mouth, loving the way her teeth scraped against him. Yeah, he didn’t mind that tiny bite of pain. There was something primal about having her like this. It wasn’t normal or natural, and yet she was giving him everything he desired.

Maybe it was normal and natural to go wherever he wanted as long as he was with her. Topping Becca felt right. He did have something to give her. If he hadn’t insisted, she would be in a lab at Huisman working away instead of spread out with a cock halfway down her throat. She would forget that her body needed attention too.

And protection. Something was happening and she had no idea what was coming for her. He would protect her when it all went down. He would stand in front of her and take anything that came her way.

Maybe then she would forgive him.

He let the thought go and reached for her breasts. The position she was in left her whole body open to him. His playground. He cupped her breasts, feeling the nipples against his palms. She continued to work his dick, moaning around him when he tweaked those pretty nipples. He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching lightly. Every groan he elicited from her rolled over his cock.

He felt her hands run along the outside of his thighs and he reached for her pussy. He wasn’t about to come in her mouth. He wanted inside her pussy too much, but she could get another orgasm out of this. She was so hot, and that plug would make her even tighter than normal. He wouldn’t last long. It was imperative to give this woman every second of pleasure he could. He needed to get her addicted to the pleasure he could give her and then maybe they would have a shot at coming out of this together.

Her nails rasped against his thighs when he touched her clit. It was swollen, her pussy soaking wet with her previous orgasm. He could give them to her all night long.

So responsive. She shuddered underneath him as he started to work her clit.

“Give me another one,” he commanded.

She squirmed beneath him, her hips catching the rhythm of his hand.

Her mouth sucked at him hard and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. She felt past good. The sensation was brilliant, like nothing he’d felt before, likely because there was emotion behind this. He’d fucked before. As soon as he’d physically been able, he’d started looking for partners, but those had been nothing but pure sex. This was more. This was what Jax talked about. This was why his brother couldn’t keep his hands off River, why he shoved his wife onto a kitchen island and had his way with her. Not because he needed sex. Because he needed her.

Becca’s body went stiff and he could feel her arousal coating his fingers. She moaned, the sound purring across his dick as she came again.

He pulled out because his cock was pulsing, ready to go off. He looked down and groaned as he saw her swollen lips and heavily lidded eyes. Sex. She was the picture of sex, of a woman who was well taken care of.

It was okay to take care of himself now. Owen tore open the condom and rolled it on. He stalked around the bed. It was okay that it was small now. Oh, when he had to curl himself around her to sleep…well, he would be okay with it then, too. He reached out and gripped her ankles, pulling her toward him. A gasp came from her throat, but she was utterly submissive as he spread her legs. He was too far gone to properly enjoy the sight. Nothing mattered except getting inside her.