Surrendering To Her Sergeant (43 page)

But first, the thrill of getting to
the bounty.

He caught one of her hands. Lowered it
to the sweet triangle that captivated him so much. “Touch
yourself,” he ordered. “Put your hand under your panties and stroke
your pussy for me. Make yourself wet for my cock.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Fuck, that sounded good on
her lips. It was even better because it was meant for
him
. Tait let out a long
growl, telling her how much she’d pleased him with her trust, her
vulnerability, and the courage it took to perform such an intimate
act for his eyes. He watched, hands on her hips, as she slipped her
fingers inside the pink covering and found her sensitive hub of
nerves. As she rubbed, her head fell back, her neck strained, her
body writhed. Tait’s ass clenched as his hips jerked forward from
pure instinct, his body drawn to merge with hers.

Merge? Screw that. Goddamnit, he
wanted to fuck this woman. In fifteen different ways. With her wild
tigress screams filling the air as he did.

As the conclusion rocked
his mind, it shocked him that his dick didn’t laser-blast its way
out of his pants. He feverishly worked the button and zipper in
order to save the denim
and
his sanity, groaning hard as his erection sprang
free. He shoved the pants and his briefs to his knees before
returning a hand to fist himself, loving the reaction in Luna’s
eyes as he spread his precum down the length of his throbbing
shaft.

“Something tells me you don’t want
soup anymore, flower.”

Luna’s mouth swept upward. “No,
Sir.”

“Maybe I can find something else to
fill up your mouth.”

She grinned a little bigger. “Please,
Sir.”

He didn’t return the look. Instead,
with his face somber and his eyes steady, he told her, “Slide to
the other side of the bed. Let your head hang back, over the
side.”

She didn’t even bother with
the
Yes, Sir
. Her
eager compliance perfectly coincided with Tait’s need to unsheathe
her body from the black pants. As she scooted away, he tugged down,
letting the opposing forces work their magic on baring her long,
smooth legs. And oh yeah…her gleaming, aroused pussy.

He kicked himself free from his own
pants before circling the bed to where she dutifully waited for
him. But before he knelt to align his erection with her lips, he
stripped her from her top and bra, too. Though he’d seen her
completely naked before, the sight of her tits and nipples, now
angled perfectly at him due to the drop of her head, made his knees
feel like they’d been shot off. Good thing he was lowering to them
already. Before he got fully into position, he had both hands on
her generous mounds, fingers tugging their erect tips into stiffer
attention. She cried out a little as he did, though her ass and
hips grinded against the bed, proving he aroused her in the midst
of the pain.

“Someone a little sensitive?” he
asked, watching the little grooves of her nipples become more
pronounced as he flicked them with his thumbs.

Luna sighed. “Someone hasn’t had this
in a long while…so yes. Ahhh!” Her exclamation came when he joined
his forefinger and thumb, and pinched hard.

“You want more?”

She moaned as he added
twists to the pinches. “God,
yes
. Please, Sir.”

“Even while my cock is deep in your
throat?”

“Especially then.”

He teased her with the slick knob of
his erection, tracing the length of her parted lips. “I can’t tie
you down so if you need to stop, you safe word by rolling away and
stopping. Understood?”

She licked his head with a provocative
sweep. “I’m not going to safe word.”

“I wouldn’t bet on that.”

She whimpered in approval of
that—until Tait dominated her mouth with his penis in one
commanding stroke. She choked a little and he withdrew by an inch,
only to enter her again a second later.

“Use your nose to breathe, flower. You
know how to do this.” He shuddered as she obeyed, allowing him
access into the deepest regions of her mouth. “Good Christ, you
feel so good,” he praised, watching the thick veins of his body
disappear inside the soft depths of hers. “Yes.
Yesssss.”

His balls already surged and swelled,
banging with his cum, aching for release. To hold off the flood, he
focused on giving Luna what she needed. He pulled relentlessly on
her nipples, turning them into lush, engorged strawberries before
alternating his approach to lightly slap her breasts, a torment
that made her spread her thighs and swipe faster at the
blood-filled ridge of her hottest need.

“Do it,” Tait encouraged. “Come for
me, Luna. Show me how you’ll scream when my cock is in your
gorgeous cunt instead of your mouth.”

She breathed harder. Sucked him in
deeper. Stroked herself faster. Her back arched. Her muscles
tightened. With a high, guttural shriek, she tumbled over the ledge
into a paroxysm of bliss, using her free hand to grab the back of
his thigh while the waves of orgasm washed through her again and
again.

It took a Herculean effort
not to sink into the back of her throat and shoot his seed into her
then and there. Instead, gritting his teeth with the effort, he
helped her up to the pillows and lay beside her while her
equilibrium returned. He leaned in to kiss her, but tasting himself
on her tongue didn’t help when it came to self-control. Not a hell
of a lot
was
helping at this point—with the woman herself leading that
brigade a moment later.

“You going soft on me, Weasley?” she
taunted before biting his lower lip. “You told me you know what I
need.”

“Damn.
Damn
.” His growled repetition came as
she grazed his balls with her fingernails. “Luna…”

“You remember that, don’t
you?”

“Yes. Shit, woman!”

“Well, it’s time to pay up,” she
whispered. “Fill me, Tait—with every inch of you.
Please.”

“Yes, Ma’am, Agent Lawrence, ma’am.”
He kissed her again, fast and feverishly, before leaning to the
night stand and wrenching the drawer open. Nothing there except an
old cough drop, a small LED flashlight, and a dog-eared Shayla
Black novel. Great. If LA got hit by a major earthquake while he
had a cold and wanted to read the adventures of Hunter and Kata, he
was set.

“Doesn’t Colton stash condoms around
here?”

“How the hell should I
know?”

Her answer was a braid of good and bad
news. Her perplexity proved that when Colton brought her up here
last week, it had been strictly business. But now he was naked and
horizontal with the woman of his dreams and couldn’t do anything
about it—a dilemma that twisted its way across his face and made
him wonder just how cold that eucalyptus wet room could
get.

“Tait—”

“What?” He almost sliced her head off
with the severity of it but made a mental note to apologize after
breathing down his erection.

“I’m clean. They test us every other
minute in prison.”

He gave her a sardonic smile. “It’s
once a year in SOF. I just got my all-clear.” He added extra
meaning to his stare. “But I haven’t touched anyone in
months.”

Her own eyes darkened. She lowered
back to the pillows, pulling him with her this time. “Hmmm. Imagine
that. Neither have I. Which means if you don’t fuck me now, I’m
liable to become crazy Luna for real.”

“Unnh-uh
.” Sometimes a guy had to let
out his inner caveman in order to get a point across. But in case
she wasn’t clear, he whipped the pillows out from beneath her head.
The next moment, he had her wrists locked to the mattress on either
side of it. “No cray-cray on my watch, beautiful.” He edged
forward, letting the crown of his cock dance with her slick, hot
folds. “Just well-fucked, very magical, little witches.”

“Yes…” Her eyes fluttered closed.
“Yes!” They flung back open as he thrust deeper. On the third
lunge, his balls hit her ass as he seated himself all the way in.
Heaven. He was finally in Heaven.

She kept her gaze on him, mesmerizing
as a twilight sky, as he retreated and plunged, rocked and slid,
over and over again. In the work he did for this country, getting
lost wasn’t an option—but right now, it was the only choice. Her
eyes and her body pulled him into a wilderness of heat, of need, of
beauty…and the magic of her submission.

“Raise your legs,” he ordered, not
wavering his gaze either. How could he, when her face bore so many
marks of his possession? Her cheeks, flagged by his stubble burn.
Her lips, swollen from sucking on him. Her skin, glowing with the
sheen of her arousal. She was a thousand times more breathtaking
than anything his fantasies had conjured. “Now wrap them around my
neck.”

As soon as she complied, a long moan
spilled from her. As he suspected, the openly naughty position
awakened the darkest side of her submissiveness, turning his jungle
into hers as well. It also locked him closer to her, pressing his
chest against hers, securing his stare into hers. He watched as she
shook beneath him, the new angle ensuring that his cock filled
every tight corner of her pussy.

He couldn’t hold out any longer. The
wilderness rose up and surrounded him. Oh yeah, was he lost…yet had
never been so found.

Everything turned silver and white as
his senses spun and his cock exploded. Somewhere in that chaos, an
inner voice shrieked that he needed to pull out, to cut the chances
of planting his seed significantly, but Luna’s cries, climbing
higher as another orgasm twined through her, kept him buried inside
her pulsing walls. While her body wrung every drop of his seed, her
face held every inch of his focus. With her dark hair tangled on
the mattress, her forehead furrowed in sensual bliss, and her teeth
digging into her delectable bottom lip, she stopped his heart and
made him vow to imprint this moment on his memory forever. The
first of so many he planned to have with her.

He finally forced himself to withdraw
though he clutched her close while rolling to his back. All the
while, he inhaled deeply to bring his heart rate back to normal.
After trotting to the bathroom and back with clean towels for them
both, he cracked, “Why did we wait so long to make that
happen?”

Her reply came quicker, and filled
with more regret, than he expected. “Because of me.” She pulled her
towel against her chest. “Because I didn’t trust that you were for
real…that you meant all those things you kept telling me.” She
tucked her hair behind an ear, actually looking a little sheepish.
“You…see me differently than the rest of the world does, Tait.
You’ve always believed in me.” Her forehead scrunched once more, as
if she still couldn’t believe the promise of the words.

He knelt on the bed in front of her.
Cupped her face and lifted it. “And I always will.”

The conflict didn’t leave
her eyes. She sat in expectant silence, as if thinking he was about
to drop the “just kidding” disclaimer. Tait let her look. Though he
longed to press her back down and kiss the truth into her, he held
back. Pushing this woman would send her running.
Easy does it
.
Some of the most important battles were won by
gaining small but steady ground, not blowing up the whole
countryside.

“Hey,” he finally murmured, “how about
some of that soup now?”

“You bet.” The purple sparks returned
to her eyes and she gave him a soft smile. But before she turned to
search for her clothes, Tait caught her by the elbow and dipped one
more earnest stare down at her.

“Luna…if what we did today gets you
pregnant—”

“Psshhh
. Weasley! Seriously? Now?”

He reeled her close again, clutching
her other elbow. “Yeah, seriously. And yeah, now.”

She rolled her eyes. “Morning-after
pills come over-the-counter now. I’ll just go to the
drugstore—”

“Which is six blocks away.”
He squared his shoulders and slipped his hands around both of hers.
“Sorry, flower. Sleeping with a Special Ops guy means you get the
photographic memory, too—the same recall that’ll also remind you
how Stock’s boys are searching for you as much as me.” He kissed
her forehead. “So no dice on the drugstore.
Now
will you listen to
me?”

She skipped the eye roll in
favor of averting her gaze completely. “Fine.
What
?”

He lifted one hand to the side of her
face. “I just need you to know,” —then slipped a soft kiss to her
lips— “It’d make me the happiest guy on the planet.”

She shook her head. Uncertainty
tangled her features again. “So you’re going to slam a ring on my
finger, find us a house in the suburbs, build the kid a jungle gym,
and let me make casseroles from Pinterest recipes?”

The bloom of warmth in his chest shot
its way right up to his lips. He couldn’t resist planting a harder
kiss on her. “Fuck yeah.”

That got her to forget about the
insecurity, at least. Her lips twitched as she shoved against his
chest. “I’m going to make your soup, dork.”