The Long Way Home (Corps Security #6)(24)

“Goddamn beautiful,” I rasp, bending down and closing my mouth over the lace and sucking a hard peak deep into my mouth. My other hand comes up to play with her other breast. She goes wild the second the heat from my mouth hits her skin.

“Oh my God!” she exclaims when I start moving my erection against her core. “I need to feel more. I need more of your skin.”

I ignore her, moving my mouth to the other nipple, pulling the cup down so there isn’t anything between us anymore. I suck hard and then use my teeth until she alternates between pulling my hair to move me away and pushing me down to keep me on her nipple.

Wild.

I knew she would be wild.

“Please, Coop.” My name comes easier the more she uses it. I love it.

I’m off her in a second, my hands going to the buttons on her pants and pulling them and her panties off in the same second. She lifts up and removes the rest of her shirt and bra before falling back on to the cushion. I wasn’t expecting what happened next, but as I stood there with my pants unbuttoned and thumbs hooked in the waistband, I watch as the prim and proper coffee shop owner who has become my obsession turns into a wild woman.

Her hand travels down her stomach, her legs widen, and she pushes two fingers into her wet pussy, rocking her hips as she pumps them in and out.

My pants are gone in seconds. My cock springs free, and then I drop to the floor. My knees hit the hard marble floor, and my hands reach out to pull her hips to the edge. My growl is nothing short of primal when her scent hits me.

“Move it,” I demand.

“Make me,” she smarts.

“Fuck.”

I snatch her hand out of her pussy, taking those two wet fingers and placing them in my mouth. She mewls loudly as my tongue swirls and sucks them clean. Not taking my eyes off hers, I release her fingers from my mouth and drop her hand to her side … then I drop my mouth to her pretty pussy.

The second her flavor hits my mouth, I’m a starved man getting his first meal in years.

I’ve been a fool.

I wasn’t a saint before I was a ghost. I was a whore who used my body in the search of something I never could find because I had no respect for myself. In the years that I’ve spent hunting, I’ve not allowed myself a single slip back into the old me. The only time I’ve allowed myself a release was when it was with someone who made it clear they only wanted to use me. There were never emotions. No intimacy aside from heavy petting, a hard fuck, and a silent goodbye after. I knew I had nothing to offer someone, and they made it clear I was being used in the first place. I was okay with it because fuck me, twenty-plus years without any human touch to make you feel like you weren’t actually dead is a long time.

Oh, how I was a fool.

I’ve been living my death this whole time like it was real. Going through the motions of the hunt I had committed my new life to, never letting myself feel alive. I knew what it was like to lose everything, and I couldn’t do that again.

So I kept myself dead.

Until I saw this beautiful woman from across the street that fateful day and made it my mission to visit her coffee shop every morning for just a taste of that alive feeling she gave me. I didn’t realize it then. Now, with her coming unglued as my mouth and tongue slaving at her pussy … I realize I never knew what feeling alive actually meant.

Even before I “died.”

I suck her clit deep, taking a little bite of the sensitive skin with a nip of my teeth. Her cry of pleasure echoes around the room. My tongue comes out, lapping up the wetness dripping from her. I lick, nibble, suck, and devour her. The whole time my cock gets so hard, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop myself from coming.

Her hands go to my hair, using the long length to keep my mouth where it is. I keep sucking at her clit, loving the noises she’s making. I can feel her wetness through my bearded skin. I lift one hand from her hip and move myself back as much as I can without losing her pussy on my mouth, and push one thick finger inside her core.

Fuck, she’s tight.

I slide my finger in and out, loving how she grips my digit each time I pull back, trying to keep me inside her. She’s just as hungry for me as I am for her. All it takes is one more pass of my tongue on her clit, then I close my mouth and suck. I curl my finger deep inside her and look up her body. Her eyes watch me feast on her for a second before her head drops to the couch, the walls of her core tightening around me, and a rush of wetness leaves her as she cries out her release. Instead of stopping, I keep going until the last whimper leaves her mouth, and her body stops clenching around me. When my finger comes out, she gives a throaty whine but doesn’t move.

“Look at me,” I demand.

She shakes her head, a small smile on her lips, but she doesn’t open her eyes. She’s still spread wide, arms at her side, legs open, and her wetness glistening on her pussy lips. Even the couch has a wet spot. I don’t give a fuck. I’ll buy her a new one and put this one at my place so I never forget this moment.

“Look at me now, Olivia.”

Her eyes open slightly, and she peeks through heavy and very sated eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

Her face heats but not from embarrassment.

“What if I want to fuck you?” she challenges, her brazenness making my cock twitch.

“You’ll fuck me when I want you to.”