Page 37 of Hell Bent (Portland Devils #5)

He laughed. “Oh, no. I don’t think so. We’re taking it easy on you here. That means I take it slow. And if you don’t like something I do …” Wrapping his arms around my knees now, co ming up over my body, holding tight. “You can tell me,” he said, and kissed my cheek. Gently.

“How am I not going to—” I began, and then I gasped, because he was shoving inside.

Size doesn’t matter. I’d heard it. I’d said it. And I’d been wrong, because holy hell, did he fill me up. He shifted somehow, moved up my body just a little, and there was the pressure. Hitting me at just the right spot, and oh, my God, he’d been right. The condom. Those ridges.

There’s only so quiet a woman can be.

Sebastian

The woman was tight. The position made her more so. Going slowly was about the hardest thing I’d ever done, because all I wanted was to pump into her hard. I couldn’t hurt her, though, so I gritted my teeth and worked on that “slow” thing.

Until, that is, she gasped out, “Sebastian. Please. I can’t stand it. Do it harder. Please.”

I thought, What do I do now? and said, “I’m going to have to get a little … inventive.” My voice came out strangled, but there was a reason for that.

She said, “Uh …” Which wasn’t so much a word as a moan.

I stayed where I was, but let her legs go and reached blindly for the bedside table drawer.

She said, “Oh. Don’t let go of me. Don’t let …

” I had one hand on the tube, though, was flipping the lid up, squeezing some out, then dropping it again as I got one arm around a knee and shoved it up once more.

Which lifted her hips for me. Which was just fine.

When she felt my little finger on her, barely pressing at the opening, gentle as I could be, she stiffened anyway. I ground into her a little better and asked, “OK?” I didn’t want to ask. I wanted to do this.

“Uh …” Another moan. “O-OK.”

Thrusting as slowly as I could do it, and moving my fingertip just that little bit inside her while I did. Feeling her squirm the same way she had through everything else, hearing her start to pant. Is there anything better than making a woman pant?

Well, yeah. There’s hearing her make those, “Oh. Oh. Ohhhh” noises, because there’s no way she can keep quiet anymore.

There’s keeping it up, feeling her tightening even more around you, feeling her trying to twist away while you’re doing her two ways, knowing she isn’t going anywhere, and doing it to her some more.

Until she starts to stiffen. Until her hands are on your lower back, trying to pull you in closer, at least until she can’t even manage that anymore and her arms are splayed out to the side, hands gripping the white sheet, twisting.

Twisting like her face. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth open.

Until she’s moaning, “Sebastian. Oh, God. Sebastian. Please. Please. Please.” And tightening even more, because she’s about to come.

I kept it slow all the way to the end, even as the darkness overtook me and I lost all ability to think. Even as I bared my teeth, as every muscle tightened, as I felt her spasms around me and the pleasure was so intense, it was nearly pain.

But when the explosion finally came?

I may not have had so much control then. I may have gone hard, and my finger may have been all the way inside her, too.

It can happen.

Ali x

I said, my voice shaking all over the place, “You realize you ripped my only pair of underwear, and I’m going to have to work all day without any.”

Sebastian had just come back from the bathroom. He climbed into bed, put a gentle hand on my cheek, kissed the other one, and said, “Yeah, that’s a horrible picture.”

I did my best to glare. “In my Carhartts. That is not sexy.”

“Sorry, baby.” Another kiss, and then he was rubbing his cheek over mine. Even that made me shudder, that’s how sensitive I was by that point. “It is. Makes me want to pick you up from work, take you home, see for myself, and do it all again.”

“I’ll be muddy,” I reminded him. “And sweaty.”

“And yet …” he said before pulling back, smiling into my eyes, and saying, “You are one fantastic fuck.”

My mouth opened, and not in a good way. Then I laughed. He laughed, too, and said, “Sorry. No good?”

“Are you kidding? Did you notice how many times I came? At all?”

“I know that was good. I was referring to my language.”

“Oh.” I considered it. “I’m afraid that if you’re that good at it, I’m going to let you say whatever you like.”

“Excellent news.” He rubbed his cheek over mine again. “You do realize that every time I see you from now on, all I’m going to want to do is take you to bed.”

“I am not that good in bed. I never have been. I told you. I’m?—”

“Sorry,” he said. “I think you’re going to have to defer to the voice of experience here.” And yawned. “OK to turn out the light? And how’s your nose?”

I kissed his mouth. Gently, because of said nose, and because … well, probably because I was grateful. “I’m fine,” I assured him. “Naked, sleepy, swollen. All my clothes ruined. And fine. Thanks for asking whether you could do … that .” I smiled then, slow and satisfied. “And then doing it.”

He smiled back, and that was the two of us, our hands on each other’s faces, before he turned out the light, I turned onto my other side, he put a gentle arm over my chest, and I drifted into sleep.

Knowing I hadn’t asked him enough questions about his day, and also knowing that he’d been right, and this had been more comfort than anything I could have said.

And feeling a way I wasn’t sure I ever had, or had ever wanted to.

Protected. Secure. Desired.

Safe.