I know you have a job to do, and you’ll do it. You’re smart and you’re capable, but you’re also mine. All mine. And if I have to throw you over my shoulder like a damn caveman and carry you out to that safe house, I’ll do it. Because I was trained to carry out my mission no matter what losses we suffered, and sometime in the last two weeks, you became my mission. You’re what I’m going to protect. That means you do what you need to do, but so will I. If that means coaxing you with sexual favors or dragging you there, I’ll do it.”
He said it roughly. The thrill that shivered down to my core in response to his supposed threat was almost shameful. A fleeting thought gripped me. “So are you going to spank me?” I teased, pulling on his shirt to get his mouth back on mine.
“That depends on if you want me to,” he said with a laugh. “I’ve never spanked anyone before, but if you want it, I’m your guy.”
That this alpha male was mine to command in some ways lit a flame inside me. He nipped my earlobe and I practically melted in his arms.
“Come here,” he said, pushing back his seat and pulling me into his lap. His hands were in my hair, messing it up, making everything so earthy and wild like it always was with him. My chest heaved with trying to pant out my breath between kisses. His mouth fell to my cleavage just above my tank top, his mouth wet and determined. His lips fastened over my nipple through the fabric, making the bud hard and achy in the most pleasurable way, leaving what I was sure would be a telltale wet spot on my shirt. I didn’t care. His hand moved down to cup my ass and guide me, and I realized I was rubbing myself against him, that I was working the hot, needy part of me up and down the stiff rod of his cock through our clothes. I was humping him in a Jeep like a teenager, out of my mind, horny and desperate. I wanted to laugh, but my mouth was too dry from wanting him.
“That’s it, baby, ride me, take what you need,” he groaned into my neck as he sucked and bit the tender skin there. I shivered.
“I need you,” I said, “please.”
“Not here,” he said, his teeth gritted.
I was panting, my heart hammering, my body throbbing with need for him. Bewildered I climbed off him.
“Come with me.” Relieved, I hopped out of the Jeep and followed him, trying to ignore how rumpled I was, a wet spot on my thin tank top right over my nipple, my shorts wrinkled and damp. He tucked me under his arm, right against his side and walked me around back. He typed in a code on a keypad by a steel door and opened it. It was dark in there, quiet. He flicked on a light so I could see it was a storeroom, stacked high with everything from booze to cleaning supplies and extra chairs. His eyes met mine and then we were on each other.
Our lips met with a frenzy of passion. The banked fire in my body flared right back to life as his tongue swept into my mouth and erased the memory of any other man. His hand on my breast was greedy and rough, working me up as he backed me into that steel door and jerked my shorts down. Laughing, I stepped out of them, my arms around his neck. He lifted me up, held me by my thighs as he sucked my neck. I started to shake from wanting him, from that frantic, urgent need that flared in me. I wrapped my legs around him, trapping him in the cradle of my thighs. I reached down and unzipped his jeans, freed that heavy erection I’d been rubbing up and down on in his lap. So big, even bigger than I remembered, and sleek and velvet to the touch, hard and brutal. I swallowed hard. He pulled out of my grip, notched the head of that cock between my legs. With his fingers, he dragged my panties out of the way, ran his thumb down my wet seam, making me jerk with sensation. I felt him smile against my mouth as he kissed me.
Billy eased his cock into me, slow and deep. The heavy wetness parted