The Promise of Love (16 page)

“Never done this.”

She nodded and bit her lip nervously. “But I want to.”

“Oh, princess, that’s more than enough, believe me,” he said with such relief in his voice that she giggled. “Not funny. A man isn’t built like a woman, beautiful and hotter than hell. So hot he has to fight to keep his hands off her. This”—he pulled his erection all the way free and grimaced at the thick length as it settled against his toned abs—“isn’t the nicest looking thing to put your mouth on.”

She laughed, so caught off guard by his words she couldn’t help it. Even when he tweaked her hair, she couldn’t stop. “Oh God, that’s not true. I…want to, I have been thinking about it, wondering, but…” She sighed and wiped at her tears. “I might suck at it. And not the way you want.”

His face flushed, and if he wasn’t a former Navy SEAL and a big, tough man, she would have said he was embarrassed. “You’ve been thinking about it?”

“Yes,” she said honestly. “Since that first night.”

“Last night.”

“It seems like ages ago,” she admitted.

He nodded and pulled her closer. “It does. Like I’ve always known you, but then, not. I want to know stuff like this, you wanting to suck my cock, that’s the kind of thing a man wants to know, Paris.”

She nodded, reaching down when she did to touch him. He was such a man—so much more comfortable, she thought, in his own wants and desires. Maybe it hadn’t been her all along with Greg, but him. Maybe he’d had hang-ups. He’d certainly never walked around naked, or made her a picnic on the floor when it was snowing out.

“I also like touching you, especially here.” She closed her fingers around his velvety warm skin, getting a thrill when her fingers didn’t touch.

He groaned and covered her hand with his. “I was so damn jealous of you touching Will.”

“You were?” she demanded, shocked enough to stop smoothing her hand up and down his erection.

He nodded. “I know, it’s stupid, since I pushed you into last night, and it was hot, man was it hot, but yeah, I wanted you all to myself. Maybe next time with Will I’ll be better—”

“Oh no, no next time. I only wanted you,” she whispered. “I really only registered you. Is that mean?”

He drew his eyebrows down, but shook his head as he lifted her up to kiss her. He had such a great nose. Whenever he kissed her, he breathed against her, heating her face lightly. She wanted to memorize every line of his face, every expression, in case she only had this time, right now, with him. She couldn’t help but touch his bristled jaw and surrender to his kiss.

“Hell no, that’s fucking perfect, sorry, I mean, that’s—”

“Good, now, where do I start? Here?” she asked, sliding downward to place kisses along his chest, then one at the tip of his penis. It felt like warm satin against her lips, surprising her. David groaned heavily, so she guessed that was a good way to begin. She stroked upward, moving the super thin foreskin up and down. He groaned again and spread his knees wider.

“Take your T-shirt off, Paris. I want to watch your breasts
and
you while you blow my mind, sucking my cock in that pretty mouth.”

Sucking my cock.
The roughness of his words, plus the dirty meaning, exploded along her body, turning her into someone bold, sexy and in control.

She sat back on her knees and pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her lacy bra on for now. She knew it pillowed her breasts upward and tantalized him. This morning in the truck he’d gotten a hard-on just watching her bending over to get her jacket off.

Now, David’s face flushed and he spread his legs even wider, and shoved his pants farther down, giving her more room and releasing his heavy balls, too. God he reminded her of a sexy barbarian sitting like that. All man, to the point that in just staring at him, she tingled all over. If she wanted to, she could have stood, gotten naked and mounted him without a complaint from him. But this, on her knees, with him eagerly guiding his big cock down at an angle for her, wasn’t an experience she was letting pass her by. When this was all over, if it ended in a few days, she wanted every moment to count.

For both of us.

She leaned on his thigh with one hand and took hold of his big cock in the other. Then, when she knew he was watching, she kissed along the underside, memorizing the size and texture of every inch of him, along with the way his expression tightened when she reached the heavy sac.

“Oh, Jesus, yes,” he sighed when she licked the thin skin there and traced the puckered skin between the two balls. He smelled like a mixture of male musk and the strong scent of soap he’d used in the shower. She kissed then licked along the tightening line along his balls. He shifted with a heavy groan. It was exciting, but sucking was what she wanted. Him, in her mouth, and as much as possible. There were ways to take a man deep, she knew, but more from girl talk than experience. Greg hadn’t really liked her going down on him and so she hadn’t. But she knew there wouldn’t be so many jokes about deep throat and so on if men didn’t really, really want that.

Those jokes might not have considered a man built like David, but she was going to do her best.

She licked back up the groove on the underside of his cock, which made him groan heavily and flex his thighs. When she reached the head, she pulled the stalk down and sat up taller. She sucked the musky taste of him past her lips, then sank her mouth down, opening wider to try and fit him in and still be able to suck gently.

“Jesus H. Christ, Paris.”

He was hard, big, and she couldn’t take him all. Not the first time. She pulled up then, with a gasp for necessary oxygen, slid his cock back deeper.

It was addictive. So were his low moans and the way his grip tightened on the couch.

She managed more each time, and each time she got him wetter, so he was easier to handle. David groaned steadily, massaging her shoulder then her head then her shoulder as if he couldn’t stop. She rose up slowly the next time and stroked along his cock with her hand, smoothing the moisture, then drove her mouth back down, twisting her head when she did so she could get him past her gag reflex. It was amazing, and it worked. He slipped deeper, a bit uncomfortable, but worth it.

“Sweet Mary, mother of God, woman!” David yelled. His thighs tightened to steel around her and his hand landed heavily on her head. “Paris, you’re an angel, a fucking angel, you’re killing me here.”

She took encouragement from that response and stroked up his cock with her hand and slipped him free from her mouth. She gasped for air then did it again.

“Jesus, Jesus, Paris.”

Each time she managed more and more. Each time, David shouted, growing more and more aroused. On her third pass he stiffened and pulled her up.

Breathless, he nodded urgently and cupped her hand around his cock, then urged her mouth back on him with a grip that trembled.

“There, there, princess, do that,” he demanded, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth in shallow passes. It was so hot she had to squeeze her legs together to ease the ache in her empty pussy.

David sounded out of his mind with how close he was to coming. She concentrated on short, tight sucks, making sure to get the sensitive spot under his flared hood with her lips and hand. She also reached down with her other hand and whispered her fingers over his tight sac.

“Paris, ah hell, Jesus and Mary!” The first burst of cum filled her mouth, but the second and third went so deep she didn’t have to swallow, merely hold on as David shuddered through an intense orgasm. “Ah, God!”

When he fell back with another groan, this one softer, she slipped him free and kissed the rosy tip again.

“Ah, sensitive, sensitive, princess,” he whispered, grabbing for her hand. Another spill of creamy fluid dripped from his cock.

Watching him, and feeling as if she’d just done very, very well for her first go-round, she licked along the drip and sucked him right back inside her mouth.

He winced but bit his bottom lip, clearly liking what she was doing. “Paris.”

She leaned back and let him slip free.

“You have to do that again, often, okay? I mean, that was life changing. That was your first time?” he asked breathlessly, pulling her up to press kisses all over her face and neck.

She nodded, more pleased than she could explain that she’d done so well with her bad boy.

He leaned his head back and groaned. “I’m ruined. Absolutely ruined.”

If she laughed hard, it wasn’t her fault, besides, David joined her then, of course, tackled her to the picnic blanket and made a meal out of her, before he let her do the same to him again.

Chapter Nine

David played with Paris’ blonde hair as she laughed into the iPhone.

They’d spent the night on the floor, or most of it. He’d lifted her up, still sleeping, and carried her to bed around ten, but she’d stayed that way and he’d had the pleasure of falling down on the bed and gathering her into his arms. He’d woken the same way. He could get used to that.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” she said. “But why did you take a bus home? I don’t understand that part.” She glanced at him, turning rosy with a blush. “I mean, I wasn’t ready to go, but you could have waited.”

He was puzzled by that as well, but when Paris got off the phone, he’d ask her what was up. She seemed upset, but more embarrassed than worried for her friend. He was concerned though. Maybe her boyfriend and the drug had bothered her more than Will had recognized.

Paris laughed and covered her face with one hand. He guessed Sara was teasing her and couldn’t resist kissing the warm softness of Paris’ cheek. He’d left another mark on her neck, but she’d left an amazing one on his, so he was kind of proud of the strawberry.

Now if only this mission would be over, all would be good. As if on cue, his phone vibrated and he checked the caller ID. Will.

URGENT
was scrolled in capitals on the screen.

“Paris,” he said quietly.

She glanced at him, and seemed to read him fairly well. Not surprising, since he’d spent every waking and sleeping moment with her since he’d run to her rescue.

“Well, fine, that’s good,” she said into the phone, nodding to him. “I have to go. I have plans, you know, so I’ll talk to you soon, okay?” She listened for a few seconds more, then hung up. “She sounds…odd. I mean, why would she go home? Are you sure Will drove her to the hotel and she got in and registered?”

“Will said she was safe, maybe she didn’t want to interrupt us. Will did tell her about us, so maybe she was being thoughtful,” he assured her. Paris frowned but let him tuck her hair behind her ear.

“I don’t know. I mean, she left her car.”

He frowned. That did bother him, but he assumed that meant she’d thought Paris could use it to drive home. The phone buzzed again and he pushed his concern aside for now. “Sorry, but Will is on his way over.”

“Okay,” she said, and he pulled her closer. She was practically on his lap already, but he wanted her to feel secure. She wiggled her gorgeous ass, giving him ideas for later, until she was comfortable, then said, “I’m okay. It’s okay. I have her number now.”

“Okay,” he teased, earning a swift kiss, not a cute swat for once.

He had to admit, to himself at least, that the feminine crap about not hitting guys because that showed violence was acceptable was a load of bologna. He would never lay a hand on a woman, no matter how many times she hit him. And Paris hitting him was like a butterfly winging too close. Every time she swatted him, he got a little love drunk on her. Crazy, but maybe that was the way these things went.

He kissed her fingers. “You hungry?”

She smiled. “No, and not tired. I don’t need a walk, or have to pee either.”

“I get that maybe I’ve been overbearing, but come on, I don’t treat you like a puppy or a child.”

“A puppy no, but a baby, almost,” she teased, then leaned in close to whisper, “Unless I’m, you know, doing adult things, like sucking your cock until you’re saying your Hail Marys.”

God damn, that was hot. Was it possible that he’d not only met a sweet, wholesome woman who didn’t like cell phones and matched him in bed, but also liked sucking his cock as much as he liked her doing it?

He tugged her blonde hair, probably the equivalent of her hitting him. “Brat, every time you say that, I want it, immediately if not sooner, and now we’re having Will over.”

“What? No way, it’s my turn, remember?”

A knock, followed by Will popping his head in, dragged David’s attention off her soft, amazing mouth. He sat back and grinned at her. It was her turn, but he loved that as much. She always made such soft, passionate sounds and the way she tightened her legs around his head was dynamite. Some men didn’t get going down on a woman, but for him, it was a rock-hard turn on. With Paris it was off the charts hot. He’d stroked off more times while he’d been driving her wild than he ever had with anyone else in his life. They’d watched a movie today and explored the woods near the compound, once Will had said it was safe. He’d also shown Paris a few more things to do on a hike than merely walking.

“David,” she whispered, sounding embarrassed. “Behave.”

He focused on her blush and not the clear memory of her hugging a pillow to her face just this morning while he brought her to orgasm with his lips.

“Believe me,” he murmured, and shifted her to hide his hard-on. “I am.”

She tucked her hands on her lap and ignored him, looking pretty innocent except for her blush.

“Hey, Paris, Jansen, sorry to interrupt,” Will said uncomfortably.

“Hi, Will, you aren’t interrupting.” Paris stood, giving Will a quick hug.

David narrowed his eyes and pulled her back down. “Yeah, you were. What’s up?”

She gave him a frown. “We were not busy.” Her blush brightened at the hard wedge he had her hiding.

Will folded his arms over his chest and took on a stance that meant trouble. David gritted his teeth, sure now that his buddy was going to say something he wouldn’t like.

“There’s a situation.”

David tightened his arms around Paris, then realized it and loosened his hold before he hurt her.