Page 74 of Covert Affections (Shadow Agents/PSI-Ops #5)

Chapter Fifty-Six

Lindy

Lindy yelped and tried to scramble off Jesse, fearful she’d suffocate him. She wasn’t a small woman by any means. All her life, she’d had people pointing out how she didn’t fit conventional beauty size standards. Mostly, she didn’t give a crap what others thought, but this was different.

This was sitting on a guy’s face!

Jesse growled and slapped her ass cheek hard enough to sting.

He locked his forearms around her thighs, holding her to his face with possessive strength.

His mouth was on her core before Lindy could comment, and her darkness flared as pleasure shot through her.

His tongue slid through her folds, finding her clit with ease.

The moment it flickered over the sensitive bud, she tossed her head back and cried out.

The man had the nerve to purr against her pussy, the vibration rippling through her sensitive flesh like an electric current. She lost the ability to make a sound as pleasure assailed her. He had the nerve to pull her tighter against his mouth.

“Mmm, that’s it, gorgeous,” he said, his head between her legs, his arms still locked around her thighs. “Come all over my tongue.”

She’d worried about taking too much energy from him and being his end, all for him to try to smother himself by way of her crotch. He was absolutely off his rocker, but his mouth felt too good for her to protest.

Her hips moved of their own accord, rolling against his face in a primal rhythm she couldn’t control, chasing release.

“You taste like you smell,” he said, causing a spike of worry to flash through her.

Did she stink? Did she taste bad?

“Like honey and melon,” he said with a growl. “Like heaven.”

She nearly melted then and there.

Jesse licked and then sucked gently on her clit, eliciting tiny gasps from her.

Her inner thighs quivered, and tingling shot from the bottom of her feet straight up her legs, centering in her groin.

She hit her zenith, tensing atop him, her entire body going rigid as she came.

His tongue felt different all of a sudden—longer, wider, rougher—like sandpaper.

The strange new texture dragged along her overly stimulated clit, drawing pleasure-filled moans from her.

The sensation left her orgasm continuing, tiny spasms racing through her lower belly and inner thighs. She shook, her jaw dropped open.

When he finally released her thighs, Lindy stood quickly and swayed, her legs feeling like they were made of rubber.

Jesse came up and off the floor as if pulled by strings, his chin glistening, the evidence of his skill there for any and all to see. “I want to do that again. Right now.”

Lindy squeaked and laughed as he grabbed her sides, tickling her. “Stop! We’re on the side of the road. Anyone could come by and see us in here, doing this.”

He shrugged. “Then they get a free show.”

“Jesse.”

“Lindy,” he shot back, going for her mouth, his chin covered in her juices still.

She cupped his scruffy jawline in her hands.

He whimpered.

Lindy made a move to wipe his mouth and chin with her hand.

He caught her wrist, looking horrified. His grip was firm, yet gentle, his long fingers encircling her wrist completely.

Stepping back slightly, he reached over and snatched the dry shirt from the counter.

He wiped his chin and mouth on it and set it back on the counter.

“There. Now I can smell like you when I put it on.”

Her eyes widened. “You can’t wear that until it’s washed.”

“Can’t I?” he countered with a dangerous glint in his green eyes.

She stared up at him. “Who are you really, and where did you come from, because right now, it kind of feels like you’re a fantasy man and can’t possibly be real.”

He tapped the tip of her nose and gave her a chaste kiss. “We need to have a long talk. It might be best to have it at your place, not here. I don’t want you freaking out and refusing to let me drive you home or to the bar.”

She lifted a dark brow. “Uh, I confessed to not being human and then used you to feed my darkness. Pretty sure you’re the one who should be running from me, dude.”

“Or,” he said, dragging her closer to him, his hands on her hips. “Hear me out. You could sit on my face again.”

Her eyes widened. “Never again. I’m too big for that. You’re lucky I didn’t hurt you. Girls like me shouldn’t?—”

The words died on her lips the second he stepped into her space. He growled, and this time she was positive his eyes flickered with brighter greens.

She gasped.

He spun her around to face the counter in the kitchenette area. Her back met his steely chest as he pressed her toward the kitchenette counter, bending her forward with ease. His knee slid between her thighs, parting her legs more than they already were.

“Palms on the counter,” he said, his voice firm, the command strong.

“W-what?”

“Put your palms on the fucking counter,” he snapped.

She did as he said, putting her palms on the cool material, her darkness latching onto the dominance he was showing.

His body pressed against hers firmer as his hand made its way into the back of her hair again. His fingers tangled in her hair and he tugged, making her spine arch.

“The only thing that is never going to happen again,” he growled near her ear, his voice dark, hard, demanding. “Is you talking about yourself like that.”

“Jesse,” she said, her darkness building as need filled her. “I’m too big to sit on any man’s face.”

He tugged on her hair harder, making her gasp. “Funny, the cream on my tongue says otherwise, or wasn’t that you on my face minutes ago?”

Her darkness flared, but instead of pushing her to challenge his dominance, it wanted her to do its version of showing her neck and submitting. “It was me.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, and she nearly melted. “And the next time I tell you to sit on my face, you’re going to without question. Understood?”

Her breathing quickened as her darkness stirred. “But, Jesse…”

“You can’t hide from me, Lindy.” He chuckled, deep and low. “I know what you like to read. I’ve seen what you gravitate toward. Spoiler alert, gorgeous, it’s not vanilla sex with a boring accountant.”

She tensed, the truth of his words shocking her. “What? How do you know?”

He held her hair tighter, her head back, her spine arched.

“I know the types of stories…the fictional men who get you wet. You want a man who sees you, wants only you, and who will burn the fucking world down, doing whatever it takes to make that happen. One who stalks you, who watches you through cameras, and who sneaks into your house to be near you.”

That was precisely the type of book hero she loved reading stories about, but how in the hell did he know that? Did he follow her on Goodreads?

“You think you want a man whose obsession for you borders on stalking…on dangerous—uncontrollable. Yet, when you get one, what is the first thing you do?” he asked, his voice managing to get even deeper, bordering on something close to a growl.

“Talk shit about your body—a body he fucking worships, by the way—and try to tell him he can’t ever have you sit on his face again.

Nope, gorgeous. That doesn’t work for me. ”

Moisture leaked from her core, easing down her thighs. Was the man trying to make her orgasm by way of words alone? If so, he was well on his way to making that happen.

“You read about monsters who would do anything, hurt anyone, for their mate,” he continued, his teeth grazing her ear. “Is that what you want?”

“Y-yes,” she managed, her voice nothing more than a whisper.

“That’s good,” he said, nipping lightly at her earlobe. “Because that’s what you got, gorgeous. I told you before—I’m the bad guy here.”

The dream-possibly-not-a-dream came rushing back to her. “The man my mother should have warned me about.”

He traced his free hand down her side to her hip. “You remember, good girl.”

“I remember.”

He kneaded her hip, dragging her back against his hard body. “You should have sent me away when you had a chance. You’d be safer with me gone.”

Her hands found his and she pushed back against him. “I don’t want safe.”

“What is it you want then, Lindy?” he asked, licking the edge of her ear.

“You.”

He slid his hand over her bare backside and then pushed it between her legs. “Mm, you’re fucking soaked.”

“Yes.”

He pushed two fingers into her, making her moan as he curled them against that sweet spot inside of her. He chuckled darkly and then withdrew his fingers, making a show of licking them clean before yanking her hair tighter. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Fuck me,” she returned.

“Oh, I intend to, but that’s not what I want to hear you say right now,” he warned, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. “I’m going to mark every fucking inch of you, letting everyone—including you—know you’re mine .”

She thought about the dream, about how he’d bitten her during sex. Then about how his eyes seemed off in the Airstream—unnatural. Her back stiffened. “Y-you’re not human.”

“Correct,” he supplied. “Now, answer the question, Lindy.”

“I don’t know.”

He caught her earlobe between his teeth, the sharp edge of pain mixing with pleasure. “You do. Say it. Tell me what I want to hear.”

It hit her then. “That I’m not too big to sit on your face.”

His laugh was dark and rich. “That’s my girl.”

“Jesse,” she begged, the need to feel him inside her becoming unbearable. If he didn’t fuck her, and soon, she’d burst into flames. She was sure of it.

“I got you, gorgeous,” he said softly, bending her forward more.

He lined up with her pussy and rubbed the head of his cock against her, teasing her. He entered her, stretching her, making her cry out as he bottomed out.