was crawling into the backseat—breasts bare, dress torn, hair wild. She crooked her finger at me, and I was on her in an instant, palm to her chest and shoving her back down. She reared up, kissing me roughly while I unzipped my suit pants. Freed my cock and stroked it as she leaned back on her elbow, breasts heaving. Hoisted her legs high on my back and lined my cock up at her entrance, our eyes locked in a dance of challenge and submission.
“Wait, wait,” I said.
“No, no, don’t stop.”
“Condom,” I panted out. “I don’t have a condom.”
Freya yanked me down by the collar until our mouths met. “I trust you to save my life out there. I trust you with this. I’m clean and protected. You?”
I nodded, feeling a tightness in my throat I couldn’t source. “You trust me out there?” We couldn’t stop kissing, every sentence fraught with heavy breaths, our lips like magnets, unable to stay apart.
“You’d protect my life, wouldn’t you?”
“Always,” I said. It was what partners were supposed to do. Even when disagreeing. Even when arguing. There was no doubt in my mind.
“Fuck me bare,” she said.
I kept our lips close, hovering. And I slid my cock inch by sweet inch inside her.
Immediately we cried out together, muffling the cry with our mouths—she was tight, wet, hot, everything. She fell back against the seat—one leg on my shoulder, the other held down by my hand for leverage. I flexed my hips and fucked back into her. And she arched, fingers scrambling for purchase. I thrust hard, and her answering wail almost set off my own climax. It was hot and ragged and desperate and real. The sound was stripped of our bickering and competition—it was purely her.
“I don’t want to hold back with you,” I bit out. Gave her a brutal rock that flicked a devilish smile across her face.
“Then don’t,” she whispered, breasts bouncing with every thrust.
My hand left her leg to close lightly around her throat, thumb tugging at her chin. Her expression dared me to refuse her demand. Every hard and fast thrust was met by her body, arching to meet mine.
I gave into the years of restrained sexual frustration and fucked Freya Evandale like I was more beast than man. The car rocked with our movements, and we weren’t silent, no. She moaned, and I grunted. She scratched, and I bit. She pushed, and I pushed back. I sat up on the seat, pulling her with me, and guided her back down over my cock. Pistoned her fast on my lap and took her breasts back into my mouth. It was the messiest, sweatiest sex of my life. And the orgasm waiting at the base of my spine was going to destroy me. I tried to linger, tried to slow us down with soft kisses and deliberate rolls of my hips.
But she and I had never played things slow.
“Sam, Sam, yes, Sam,” she chanted, head thrown back.
“Don’t you dare quit saying my name,” I growled, leaving a bite on her throat. “And when you come, you say it.”
“Make me come,” she shot back, before sighing into my mouth again. Freya was part princess, part viper, and I needed all of her. I wrapped the golden strands of her liberated hair around one hand. Kept her head still and plundered her mouth. Reached between our bodies and found her clit with my thumb.
She screamed against my mouth. Screamed my name. She rode me hard, rhythm uncontrolled, and I kept my thumb right on that bundle of nerves. Freya was gorgeous in her wild ecstasy, and I didn’t wait a second longer. Was surprised I’d held out as long as I did. Freya pressed my face to her chest as I groaned out the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. My mouth opened against her sweat-slicked skin, inhaling her. I was panting hard, arms shaking from holding her tight. She was positioned the same, running her fingers through my hair, soothing me.
We were silent for a long, long time. There was no trainer calling time. No fellow recruits laughing around us. Nothing to cut through the intensity of our bodies touching.
I felt it all. I felt it change me.
“I’d protect your life too,” Freya said softly—so soft I almost missed it.
“I know,” I panted. “I know you would.”
I kissed her gently along the collarbone. Her jaw. Brushed our lips together as our eyes met. The windows were fogged, clothes torn, marks