Elite Metal-ARE-epub (25 page)

Each. One.

He needed her to come. Craving it wasn’t a strong enough word.

Her eyelids flickered for a second and then she stared up at him. She smiled and licked her bottom lip. “What’s wrong, Sir? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

Shaking his head gave him a few seconds to clear it. “Nothing, little girl. Absolutely nothing. Something is very much right.” He moved both of her wrists into one hand so he could cup her face with the other.

His lips met hers and their breathing coalesced. Everything between them fell into a perfect rhythm. His thrusts, her moans, the arch of her back. His relaxation and withdraw and her whimper. Her shivers. As if she needed him.

It felt a lot like what he imagined making love would be like.

Making love.

He turned his head to the side trying to gain some kind of perspective. Or distance? Or salvation to keep from imprinting feelings on this woman who couldn’t possibly love him back.

“Sir?”

“Yes, beautiful?” He answered her immediately, but he refused to look at her.

“I think I’m going to come.”

His head snapped back to face her and her breaths had become sporadic. Her fingers clutched his fist every few seconds and her hips circled at the exact same time. That’s when he realized at some point when he was trying to remove himself from the situation he’d slipped his free hand between their bodies and his thumb was working her clit.

He needed her to come.

Yes he wanted to give her pleasure, that was a big part of it, but it wasn’t even the biggest part.

He wanted her to need him as much as he needed her. And if he had to accomplish that by making her physically need the release only he could provide for her, so be it.

“I love how hard your clit gets for me. How wet your pussy gets. Your nipples get nice and tight, with the skin around them puckering up, calling to me.” He bent down closer to her body and licked one of her nipples.

“My nipples aren’t very…sensitive.” She sucked in a huge breath when his tongue finally made contact, swirling around the tight tip of her breast.

“Are or aren’t? Sure sounded like you said aren’t.” He licked the other nipple and she arched off the table.

“Aren’t, Sir, really. I swear. They haven’t been sensitive ever. As in never ever. But with you? My whole body just… God, I don’t know.” She sucked in a quick breath and her pussy tightened for a second, telling him he’d better pause completely to halt her orgasm.

“Your whole body what?” He nibbled at her nipples and her pussy pulsed one more time.

“Lights up for you.” She pegged him with those stunning brown eyes and held him there for what seemed as if it was an eternity. “I light up for you. I didn’t know sex could be like this.”

Chrome fucked her with a purpose, rubbing her clit in tight circles. “I want to see you light up, baby girl. I want to see it. Give it to me.”

Licking her nipple made her shake, and biting it?

Biting it made her fly.

Her orgasm rippled through her and he thought she would shake apart.

“Sir? Sir? Sir? Sir?”

“Stop fighting it, Cammie. I’ve got you. I promise. You aren’t lost anymore. I found you, and I’m never going to let you go.”

“Sirrrrrrrr…” she cried as the orgasm swamped her. Her head thrashed back and forth and she hooked her ankles around his waist. With nothing but a slow pull of her glutes she helped him fuck her through her orgasm.

Or she fucked him.

Dammit.

The cum in his balls was totally fucking him out of the ability to think.

Everything in his head boiled down to her as she milked his cock.

His orgasm wasn’t potential anymore. It was guaranteed.

The end of the world would have had to come right then to keep him from coming. Anything else would have to wait.

He picked her up, cock still inside her, and carried her to the adjacent living room. Wrapping her arms around his neck a little laugh slipped out.

“It’s so fucking sexy, when you laugh after you come.”

She hugged him tight and giggled. “I wish I could stop. It makes me feel so silly.”

“Silly is just fine. Truly.” He put her down on the couch and sank on top of her, inside her. “Why do you laugh? Are you surprised you came?”

“I think that’s it! Damn…” Her breathing stuttered while she held his neck and her jaw clenched tight as he sank inside her again.

Deeper. Stronger. Better. Longer.

He wanted it all from her.

“I haven’t been able to come very well in the past years because of being sick and the surgeries and all of that. So I stopped expecting to. Then in the past couple years I just kind of stopped trying, you know?”

“No I don’t know. How could you stop trying? You’re young. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. And can handle a whole handful of former Marine. That makes you—”

“Two handfuls actually…” She reached under Chrome’s arms and grabbed his ass with both hands. Then smiled.

“Cheeky little minx.”

She giggled again as she smiled and he pushed in deep, pulling another groan from her. “I didn’t have any problems taking you today.”

“Your pussy gets so fucking wet.”

“For you.”

“For me?” He thrust in deep several times and humped her at the depth of his stroke. “I want you to come again.”

Shaking her head did nothing but make him want it more.

“I say yes. I know what you need.” He pulled out and shifted her onto her side so he could slip in between her and the back of the couch. He lifted her top leg and fed his cock back into her slippery sex. “So wet. So sexy. No one’s ever reacted like that to me before.” Leaving her leg draped over his kept her pussy stretched and exposed just for him. He needed access to her. He had a feeling he just simply needed her. No questions. There’d be enough time for questions later.

“How could they not? You’re so…perfect.” Her breathy sigh on the last word made his cock twitch.

He fucked her stroke upon stroke and reached between her thighs to palm the top of her pussy. He didn’t attack her clit. Instead he simply held her and let her ride his hand when he thrust into her. “I’m so far from perfect we’re not even on the same continent.”

“I think you’re pretty perfect.”

“You’re biased so it doesn’t count.”

“How am I biased? Truly. How?” She twisted her head back toward him so he leaned over and kissed her lips.

“My cock is inside your slick pussy and my fingers are on your clit.” He manipulated her clit as if he was a classically trained maestro and she were his favorite instrument.

“Mmmm… Yes. I am smitten with you.”

Chrome’s pulse slowed, skipped a beat and then raced to catch up again. “Ditto, pretty girl. Now concentrate. I want you to come again.”

Cammie giggled, and Chrome’s heart swelled in his chest.

“See I told you I could be funny.”

She reached around and held him behind his neck. “Yes you did.”

He gathered wetness from around his dick and huffed against her cheek.

“What?”

It only took him a moment of thinking about lying to know he couldn’t do it. “My cock. Inside you. It’s so fucking hot. Feeling how wet you get. Not needing any lube. Just us. Hot.”

She nibbled her lip and he kissed her.

“Spill. What is it?”

Her eyes glanced up to his and after a second’s hesitation she asked, “What does it feel like?”

“What? Me inside you?”

She nodded.

He found her other hand and brought her fingers to where they were joined. He jerked inside her when she touched him, running her fingers first hesitantly and then boldly all around his cock and over the lips of her sex. Both coated with her juices.

“That is dirty, and sexy and hot, huh?”

“Very much so. Help me.” He didn’t wait for her to ask what or refuse. Guiding her fingers slightly higher, he trapped her hand beneath his and had her help masturbate her clit.

“It doesn’t feel like my fingers when you’re with me.”

“I love knowing your hands are on your pussy along with mine. Fuck I’d like pictures of that someday.”

Her spine arched in time with his thrusts and he let her get her rhythm on her clit. Then he sped up, and increased the pressure. The whole time her hand was on his neck, holding him close. Keeping herself grounded to him.

She kept him grounded too. And that comment about not feeling lost? Epic. He knew exactly what she meant. No matter where they were they were together and that was all that mattered.

Her orgasm didn’t crash through her. Didn’t bowl her over and toss her out to sea alone.

No.

It crested over her as if it were the first wave of the evening tide.

It was sweet and wonderful and more gentle than anything Chrome had ever experienced. He was humbled by it. By her. That she trusted him that much.

With that little person inside her she hadn’t shared with anyone else.

But she shared it with him.

And by God and the heavens above he was going to keep her safe.

All of her.

He rolled her onto her stomach and moved her toward the center of the couch so she would be comfortable. His cock? It had a mind of its own.

Chrome wanted to be easy and come in her like that. Sweet.

But once he got in a position of domination again. He had to have her. Take her. Claim her.

An all-consuming need filled his gut and he couldn’t ignore it.

“Fuck me, Sir. I need you to fuck me.” Cammie grabbed his hands, which were planted next to her head. Chrome collapsed down, putting more of his weight on her as she tugged his hands beneath her chest. “Fuck me, please.” She rubbed the tops of her feet on the back of his lower legs again and he was a goner.

He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind.

It was raw and real and exactly what he needed.

She held him tight as she fucked into her with a passion he’d never felt before. Her warm pussy sucked him back in every time he tried to pull free. Every time he moved his hips he’d thrust inside her again.

Faster and faster until all he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears and her muffled huffs on each stroke.

He bit her shoulder and her cry of pleasure was all he needed.

The gentle release of earlier?

Not this trip.

Sensation raced down his legs to where his knees were digging into the upholstery. It shot back up and blew out the tip of his cock, and up from his balls through his cock. And from his head, down his spine, and out the ultra-sensitive head.

La petite morte.

The little death.

It was like that it. It was. But it was as if a phoenix rose from the ashes as well. Of his past. Of himself. He didn’t know. But he knew it was right. Perfect.

“Oh God…” That was the only warning he got before Cammie started coming again. But not just a clitoral orgasm as she humped the couch but a g-spot orgasm as well. A double whammy for how hard he fucked her and the perfect angle to hit her exact spot inside.

“I can’t, Sir. It’s too much.”

He put more of his weight on her and fucked her. Hard.

She tried to get away, clawing at the couch and digging her knees in beneath him as her pussy convulsed over and over around him. But he held her tight, pressed under his body as he filled her with his cum.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled as he licked her back. His thrusts slowed and she eventually stopped fighting him.

The fight.

Who knew making her take his pleasure would be such a fucking turn on.

Apparently now he did, and he couldn’t wait to do it again.

She giggled and then they both moaned as he slid out of her. He took that as his cue to move. When she acted like she was going to try to get up he pushed her back down and gave her the evil eye. Her eyes filled with laughter as she collapsed back down. “Yes, Daddy,” she joked and he growled.

He swooped back in and tasted her lips, holding her too him until he was satisfied. “Do you have any idea what you just called me?”

“Daddy. But I was just joking.” He kissed her again. Deep. Intense. “I’m thinking it might mean something slightly different in terms of kinky sex, huh?”

“You assume correctly. We’ll talk about it. When I don’t have the just cummed brain and my legs aren’t squirrely. Be right back. If I’m not back in three minutes come find me.”

She snickered. “You said cum.”

He wandered toward the bathroom and wondered how in the hell he’d gotten so lucky. Things would work out. He was sure of it. Didn’t make any sense but holy shit he’d find a way.

Didn’t take him two minutes to wet a washrag and he heard something chirp from her bedroom. It was her cell, so he snagged that too.

Cammie lounged on the couch, almost snoozing when he walked back in.

He palmed her slightly pink derriere. “Cammie, legs apart. I’m going to clean you up and someone called your cell. Pretty sure they’d just hung up when I heard it.”

She got up on her elbows and must have been very close to sleep because she simply opened her legs and let him clean the cum from her slit.

“So damn hot.”

“Chrome.” She kneed him in the leg as she sat up on the couch and pulled one of the side pillows over her lap to mostly cover yourself.

“What?” He wiped his cock off quickly and dropped the wet cloth on the tile floor. He sat beside her as she held out the phone.

“It’s them. Korovin. He left a message with a phone number I need to call back to arrange the trade.”

Chrome took the phone from her and leaned back on the couch.

Reality came crashing down on his head.

What had he been thinking? He was on a mission. A mission where lives were at stake. Children. Two of them. Hers. Cammie’s face was a mask of fright and grief.

Ice prickled along his skin as it slowly filled his veins again. That was the only way he could work. With a wall made of ice to keep everything else out. Made the time in her warmth that much more devastating to lose.

“Put it on speaker and call him back. Let’s figure out what we’re up against so we can get your kids back.”

She nodded and squeezed his arm, lifting the phone with a shaky hand. She took a deep breath and he rubbed her back as she swiped to dial.