Spooky Business (The Spectral Files #3) - S.E. Harmon Page 0,19

him to fuck me and fuck me hard.

It had nothing to do with stereotypical roles, but about getting what we both needed. My job often put me in high-stress situations where I had to make snap decisions, the right decisions, and stand by them. If I made the wrong choice, someone could die. Depending on the circumstance, that someone could be me.

Control was more than a requirement; it was a necessity. Sex with Danny was about shelving all that and letting my instincts take over. Bottom line? My body had spoken, and Dick was never getting voted off the island.

“I hope you’re close,” he told me, his voice like gravel.

“Is that your way of telling me you are?”

“Fuck yes,” he managed. “I’m this close to filling you up.”

God, he was so lewd sometimes. I only wished I didn’t love it so much. Or that I could hide it better. Whatever he saw on my face made him grin. “You like that, huh? You like thinking about your ass dripping with my—”

I slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling his words and the chuckle that ensued. In retaliation, he reached out and started jacking me off, slicked by the copious fluid leaking from my cock.

I barely remembered to abort my moan and pursed my lips tightly, where it vibrated against my teeth. The sensation of him, hard and long in my ass, just thick enough to be wonderfully intrusive, and his hand working my cock with a knowing grip was almost too much pleasure on both ends. I leaned down farther to relieve the ache in my thighs, and he took advantage of my position to meet me for a slow, drugging kiss.

His hand dropped away from my cock, and I made a desperate noise that he swallowed with his mouth. His hand anchored in my hair and pulled me down flat against him. His upraised knees provided a perfect cradle for my rear. “Relax,” he whispered against my hair.

“Easy for you to say,” I murmured, my nose buried against his neck.

I licked a path up his neck again, and he shivered. It was always like this when we fucked—every zone became erogenous, even something as ordinary as a neck. I set my teeth to the skin there for the third time that day, and he jumped. Then he slapped my ass in retribution, hard.

I tightened around him involuntarily, causing us both to hiss. “That’s… not exactly the deterrent you seem to think it is.”

“Goddamn it, Christiansen, you’re like a freaking vampire today.” He sounded vaguely amused. “I told you not to fucking mark me.”

“But you’re so fucking markable,” I said, going after his earlobe this time.

He could say what he wanted, but the slight bite of pain got his engine revving even more. His hands tightened on my ass again, and he started moving me up and down on his dick, noise be damned. I tried to match his rhythm, but he slapped my ass again. I finally gave up trying to steer the fucking ship and concentrated on not making a sound. I was mostly successful, until he pulled almost all the way out, catching on my sensitive rim. I moaned helplessly as he surged back in with no hesitation.

I shook against him, unsteady, grateful that I just had to hang on for the ride. The only sounds in the room other than the beating of rain against the shutters were skin on skin, his grunts, and the gasps I couldn’t quite hold in. My orgasm hit me unexpectedly, causing me to stiffen and cry out. He shushed me, swallowing the rest of my cry with his mouth, even as he followed me over the edge.

It took me a few moments to come down from the high, endorphins surging through my body and all synapses exploding like fireworks. His hand, rough and calloused, ran up and down my back in soothing circles as he murmured something against my ear. I was too out of it to process many of the words, but I caught “love you” and “so fucking much,” with a “sweetheart” somewhere in between.

He murmured something I couldn’t quite catch.

“What?” I asked as I played with his hair idly.

“I asked you if I was noisy.”

Dear God, yes. Between all the grunting and moaning, the slapping of skin on skin, and the squeaky mattress, I could only pray my parents had gone temporarily deaf.

“Nope,” I finally said. “You were so quiet I was tempted to check your pulse