Page 36 of Echo, the Sniper (Men of PSI #2)

“I still want to work out how best to seduce you.” My voice was breathy and deliciously unrecognizable even to my own ears as I raked my fingernails over thick denim in my journey to find his zipper. “I’m never going to stop trying to figure out how to do it. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Fuck, no, I don’t mind in the least.” Helpful man that he was, he reached down and undid the belt and button at the top of his jeans while I brought his zipper down. “Knock yourself out.”

“Thank you, Echo.” I hoped he heard the sincerity in my voice as I pushed the sides of his jeans aside, reached under his boxer briefs and pulled out the hard length of his cock.

The heat of his hard length scalded my palm and heightened my excitement so fiercely I had to remind myself to not hyperventilate.

I had to stay locked-in now. His touch seduced me, so that was what I wanted to give to him.

If the way his head fell back against the headrest was any indication, I was doing exactly that.

“There’s only one thing I can think of that would make this moment even more perfect,” he gritted out as I stroked him in the dark, learning anew all the bumps and ridges throbbing along his length. “And that would be if I could see you taking my cock into your mouth.”

The thought made my heart skip. “Lights on and in broad daylight next time,” I promised between shallow breaths. I twisted in my seat and bent over him, wetting my lips in heady anticipation. “I want you to watch everything I do to this magnificent body of yours.”

“Rory.” He moaned my name before I’d even touched him with my mouth. There was a bead of moisture already on his thick head, and my thumb rubbed over it as I leaned over him. “I need that sweet mouth on my cock, baby girl. Need , not want. Give me what I need.”

“I am.” A thrill went through me, making me shiver.

To know this amazing man would do anything to have my mouth on him was so empowering I felt drunk on the rush that gave me.

With my breath shaking in my excitement, I ran my tongue up the side of his shaft.

His broken groan encouraged me like nothing else, so I moved my tongue around the head of his cock and savored the helpless way his hips jerked toward me.

“Rory.” It was a command. A plea. Maybe a prayer. “Take me in. Take my cock and suck me off.”

I could do that.

So I did.

Instinct told me that the scrape of teeth was so not his vibe, so I did all I could to guard his flesh from them as I closed my mouth around him.

I had always been petite, and he... well, wasn’t, so I had no clue how to accommodate him fully, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t try my best. It helped when his hand came to bury itself into my hair, guiding me with firm pressure as to what he wanted.

“That’s... God, Rory, your mouth is fucking magic.” His voice sounded tight, borderline tortured. I’d never heard anything hotter. “I like it wet, baby, and your tongue... yeah. God, yeah. Stroke me with your tongue and suck me just... like... that.”

I concentrated completely on him—what made his muscles spasm, what made him sigh, what made him groan.

The taste of him, warm and salty, became everything as I discovered how his stomach muscles danced as the head of his cock was played with by my tongue, and how he couldn’t stop from thrusting into me when I explored the small indentation on the underside of the head’s defined ridge.

But when I sucked and moved my head so that his thrusts went even deeper, it was his groans that made achy pleasure bloom between my legs.

My lips slid wetly along the silk-covered granite of his cock as I moved faster, needing to give him a pleasure that broke him in all the best ways.

When a splash of salty warmth hit the back of my throat, I was only sorry that I hadn’t had the opportunity to cup his balls to maximize his experience.

There was always next time.

“ Rory .” He sounded tormented, lost. Nothing could have made me happier. “I’m losing it.”

And he was going to let me finish him off like this, because the hand in my hair didn’t pull me away. He wanted to finish in my mouth just as much as I did, and that realization excited me to the point of giddy madness. I moaned, and that vibration of it seemed to push him over the edge.

His body arched in a full-on spasm, and I reveled in the harsh, guttural cry that wrenched out of him, knowing I’d remember that sound for the rest of my life.

As salty warmth slid down my throat, I realized his cry had form—my name, uttered with astounding reverence.

It was a sound of pure sex, and it made my intimate folds throb, wetness surging until I couldn’t sit still.

My panties were soaked through as my stomach muscles spasmed a pleasure that echoed his, as if sharing in his climax.

I moaned because I loved it, loved him , and some instinct deep inside told me this was how it was supposed to feel when you loved someone.

His pleasure became my pleasure, and in its own way, was just as satisfying.

“Rory, my God. Come here.” Still breathless and sounding oddly shaken—when I would have bet he never got shaken by anything—he pulled on me until I was draped across his lap.

I looked up at him through the darkness in a futile attempt to see his expression, only to meet the crushing descent of his mouth.

His kiss was wild, white-hot, and as thoroughly out of control as I felt.

There was hunger and delight and reverence there, and a million other emotions swirling together in a beautiful chaos.

He groaned as our tongues tangled, and I knew he could taste himself on me, which made that tempestuous kiss that much hotter.

“What you do to me.” His whispered words splashed over my open lips, and I couldn’t help but shiver at the awe I heard in his voice. “What you make me feel, what I want to do to you—God, I could live a dozen lifetimes and still not have enough time to do all the things I want to do with you.”

“Really?” My heart skipped several beats at that admission, and even though I told myself he didn’t mean there could ever be an actual future between us, my stupid heart soared. “Tell me more.”

“I’m better at showing rather than telling.

” He kissed me again, so deep it was almost possible to believe he never wanted to be separated from me again.

When he at last lifted his head, he moved a hand up my back to my nape and squeezed gently.

“Just give me a few minutes and we’ll check the box for car sex, and then see where we go from there. ”

“So what you’re saying is, the opinion poll worked?”

His delighted chuckled fed my soul. “Oh, yeah. It definitely worked.”

“Well,” I said, as excitement rose once more, “at least now I know how we’re going to pass the time until you have to commit some light B and E down the street.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he agreed, and his grin was so wide I could see it in the dark.