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Chapter

Nineteen

LUNCHBOX

T he slow, sensuous way she moved coupled with her throaty declaration of, “I’m hungry,” made the world fall away.

Wanting her had been a fever in my blood for days, one I’d had to keep rigidly compartmentalized.

We had a mission. We had to protect her.

Voodoo and Alphabet had already found their way into her bed, and fuck me if I didn’t want to be there too.

At her urging, I rolled onto my back, taking her with me. She straddled my hips, as she sat up to study me. She was so goddamn tiny. Easy to forget because her personality filled a room, even when she was quiet. A tiny tornado that packed a hell of a punch.

I contented myself with stroking her thighs as she began to kiss a path over my chest. Her hair draped over her like a curtain and the strands of it teased my skin. All that hair, that perfect face and mouth…

“I know exactly what I want, too.”

A groan ripped out of my throat as she glided against my softening dick.

The wetness slipping out of her a firm reminder of how I’d just buried myself inside her.

She stole a look up at me, those brilliant blue eyes intoxicating.

The movement of her lips, each tickling kiss, peeled the moment open for us.

That gaze dug into me, stripping away all the barriers.

I’d never felt more exposed. Instead of concern or worry, I wanted to sink into her demand as she drew me closer. The words claim me rested unspoken on my tongue. That she’d let me have her was more than enough.

“Fuck me, Gracie.” The words rode another groan as she traced one of my scars with her tongue. No matter how slight she might seem, she marked me with every single touch.

“That’s the plan.” She hummed as she kissed along my abdomen. As much as I appreciated the faith, I wasn’t sure I would recover that swiftly.

Then she wrapped that sexy fucking mouth around the tip of my dick and all my blood rushed south.

I fisted the covers on the bed to avoid thrusting.

With almost agonizing slowness, she rolled her tongue around the tip.

It was hedonistic torture. She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and I stiffened obediently.

Yes, ma’am. If she wanted me hard to play with then fuck yes, she was going to get what she wanted.

“Gracie…” Her name fell from me like a prayer.

“I’m here,” she murmured, but she had to release my dick to do so. That was a terrible form of ecstasy, a momentary reprieve from building pleasure and yet too much chill from the heat of her mouth.

“At some point,” I said, fighting to remember why I’d tried to snare her attention. “I’m going to fist your hair and fuck you from behind.”

“Are you?” Amusement curled in her voice and I couldn’t help but grin.

“Absolutely, want to build right up to that if you need some foreplay for it. I love the way your pussy feels on me and that definitely felt like more.” Probably good to make sure she was up for whatever I’d like to do. She would always have final say, but if I didn’t ask, I wouldn’t know, right?

She gave my dick a casual pump and I arched my hips, pushing against her hand. I didn’t miss the way she licked her lips or how gratifying it was for her to look at me the way she was right now.

“I love how you felt inside me.” Those low, husky notes wrapped around me like velvet smoke. It wasn’t just what she said, but how she said it. The words were a secret meant only for me. “I want to feel that again.”

The slow stroking had me at full attention now. She flexed her hand against my cock, gliding up to the tip then all the way to the base. In no way was this a substitute for her cunt. At the same time, being touched by her was no bad thing.

“Right now though,” she continued, her breath feathering along my cock. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you come in my mouth. I want to give you all the pleasure you gave me.”

In that instant, she held me utterly spellbound. Every nerve was on high alert, tethered to the sound and feel of her.

“Anything you want,” I promised her. “Absolutely anything.”

She lapped at my tip with her tongue. A perfect torture that had my balls dragging up but not quite releasing as she teased me. I fisted the covers again, holding fast so I wouldn’t try to take over.

“You smell musky,” she murmured, and for a moment, I wasn’t quite sure that I registered the words.

With every stroke of her hand, she ran her tongue along my dick.

She licked me like I was her favorite goddamn lollipop.

“There’s traces of smoke, but it’s not sour or sharp.

More like a memory of a fire you curl up in front of when it’s cold. ”

Could a woman really seduce a man with words? Not something I’d ever really contemplated. Frankly, she owned me. She didn’t need to convince me but her words were like a warm whiskey sliding over my senses. They slowed my thoughts and every syllable felt like a touch.

“There’s also coffee, that dark bite of it—you know the first grind where it’s just edged by bitter but there are elements of burnt sugar, traces of vanilla. Not saccharine or too sweet, caramelized and intimate.”

I barely had time to process the words before she swallowed me and I swore I could feel her throat closing around me. Utterly tethered to the sound of her, I rocked my hips in time to her motion. The wet, decadent heat of her mouth threatened to drain me of everything.

Groaning, I murmured, “The French call an orgasm la petite mort…”

She gave a throaty laugh that had my eyes crossing at the intensity of sensation. I swore my dick got even harder, I could probably drill steel with it. But she didn’t slow her caresses. If anything, she increased the pressure, the suction, and every downward swoop had my cock in her throat.

When she swallowed around me, my balls dragged up so tightly, I could feel it coming. “Gracie…”

Then she wrapped her hand around my balls, cupping them and rolling them in a massage that destroyed me. The little death was so much more as I came. I slammed my head back against the bed and part of the comforter tore where I yanked at it.

The ripping fabric punctuated it as I shot every ounce of my release into her.

She swallowed and there was a choking sound that had me jerking my head up.

Cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth as she drew back.

Her eyes were huge, her hair a dark cloud, and she licked at her lips, chasing the drops of me as she swallowed.

Even as reaction shook through me, my dick was already making a valiant effort. “You’re fucking perfect, Gracie.”

Her lips were already swollen as I dragged her to me. The moment I kissed her, she let out a little sound. “I have…”

“Yes, me on your lips,” I said with a growl, and rolled her over so I could blanket her fully. I teased her tongue with mine, savored the way her nails dug into my shoulder. The little kittenish licks she’d about driven me mad with on my cock were just as intoxicating in her kiss.

I bit her lower lip, dragging at it a moment before I lifted my head. She grinned up at me, the soft flush of her face turning even pinker. Stubble burn marked her cheeks. I should shave, but when she cupped my jaw I rubbed against her palm.

Turning my head, I brushed my lips to her palm then paused at her wrist. At the bite mark there. Fucking O’Rourke had marked her and it pissed me off all over again.

“Don’t,” she murmured, pulling my attention back to her. “Stay here, with me.”

I nuzzled another kiss to her palm, then to her wrist. “I hate that he did that.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said in that low voice and I snapped my gaze up to hers.

“It does .” I bit lightly at the juncture of her elbow, then up her biceps to her throat. “Biting someone—marking them—it’s a way to claim and possess.”

“Does it?” She dragged her foot along the back of my thigh.

“Yes.” I lifted my head to meet her gaze again. “It’s important, Gracie. No one should ever do something you don’t consent to. I want to knock his fucking teeth out of his head.”

She stretched and I eased up my weight to let her adjust herself. “Okay, but I don’t want to talk about him right now. He’s not in this bed.”

No, he sure as fuck wasn’t.

“If you want to be invited to bite me,” she continued, tilting her head back and showing me her throat. “You can. I don’t mind.”

If my dick wasn’t already working hard to stiffen up again, those words would have done it. I pressed a kiss over her pulse point. “Do you want me to bite you?” Her breasts rubbed against my chest and it reminded me, I really hadn’t gotten to play with them yet.

There were a lot of things I wanted to do, to play and to tease. I wanted to taste and to torment.

“Yes, please.” She lifted her hips and ground against me. “Then we can see about letting you pull my hair… Apparently, I’m starving.”

That just made me laugh. “Well then,” I said, pressing another kiss to her pulse. “We should make sure you get whatever you want.”

When I sucked a hickey into place, I swore it was even more tantalizing than when I used to do it as a teenager. Gracie was so much more. But I was hardly done there. I took some time to kiss and nip a path to her nipples.

Those beautiful breasts could be sucked and bitten. Every kiss included a scrape of my teeth or the stubble on my cheeks. Each time she squirmed or let out that breathy little moan, I repeated the action.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I told her in between longing sucks to each of her nipples. I could palm her breasts, they were firm and high. I loved the way she felt against me. “I used to jerk off to your pictures.”

Admitting that hadn’t been on my to do list, and I paused to shoot her a look. Her mouth was open in that silent “o,” and her eyes were dark, the pupils swollen and huge.

“Too much?” I checked.

“I—” She licked her lips. “I don’t think so.” It sounded like she was testing those words out for herself. She tilted her head from side to side. “No—which pictures did you like best?”

I chuckled. “I think admitting it is enough humiliation.”

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed,” she cradled my face in her hands. “I kind of like it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, so that’s not so bad then.” Still, I bit down on the heel of her palm. A light mark there. “The real thing is a thousand percent better.”

“Well, that’s because I can touch you back, suck your cock and you’re not going to get paper cuts even by accident.” The droll delivery was what did it. I laughed.

A deep laugh that came from somewhere in my soul that hadn’t shaken like that in a while. When I met her gaze, I drank in her smile. “You good with me flipping you over and pulling your hair now?”

“Yes, please,” she said with a grin.

Perfect.

She was perfect .

A light scuff of a footstep in the hall. “Fuck off,” I called, rising just enough to flip her over and pull her hips up. Her face was pink and her laughter seemed to glow off her as I teased my dick at her entrance.

“Lunch—”

“I said, fuck off ,” I called back. “Unless there’s blood, bone, or a bomb—if none of those are involved, go away.”

A snort of laughter carried through the wood of the door, but they didn’t knock or say anything else. Grace looked back at me again as I wrapped my hand in her hair.

“You wanna do me another favor, Gracie?”

“Depends,” she said with a gasp as I stroked my dick against her entrance. She was definitely still soaking, but I wanted to torture us both.

“Will you scream for me?”

A snort of laughter escaped her. “You want to taunt them.”

“Fuck yes—and I’ve heard you scream. I want to make you scream like that.” The moment I said it, I recognized just how true it was.

She bit her lip. “Can I ask for a favor in return?”

“Anything you want.”

“What’s your real name?”

I grinned. “Whole thing or just the first name?”

“First,” she said as I nudged the tip in, just a testing push.

Tightening my grip in her hair, I pressed my lips to her ear and thrust into her as I whispered, “Legend.”

Two more thrusts and she screamed. She rocked back to meet me and her hair was the perfect handle. When she came, she screamed more.

When she came a second time, she really let loose.

Hell, yeah.

Definitely felt like more.