Burnout_ A Legal Heat Novella - Sarah Castille Page 0,22
he pressed up against her, his cock hot and heavy against her soft thighs.
“I’m gonna fuck you against the wall, sweet Sophie.” His deep voice rumbled, husky and low. “I’m gonna bury myself in your sweet pussy and pound into you until you’re gonna have to bite me to stop from screaming with pleasure.” He feathered kisses along her jaw and then sucked on the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder blade, sending bolts of white lightning straight to her core. “I’m gonna be in you so deep, babe, you’ll forget your own name.”
She choked on a groan. “I made a mistake. You aren’t just a bad guy. You’re a very bad guy with a very dirty mouth.”
He teased her lips open with his tongue, then thrust inside, kissing her hard and deep. “You like my dirty mouth.”
“I like other parts of you more.” She ground her hips against his cock, and he growled a warning.
“If you’re gonna be naughty, I might have to borrow your cuffs.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, and Ace licked his lips. “Christ. You like that. We got to try that next.”
With a soft groan, she rubbed her nipples against his chest. “How about we start with doing Sophie. Now. In the alley. Because her body is on fire, and if you don’t, I’ll be screaming with frustration and not pleasure.”
She didn’t have to ask again. He grabbed her hips and hiked her up the rough brick wall until her legs wrapped around his hips and his shaft slid against her wet folds.
“You ready for me, babe?”
“God, yes.” She angled her hips, trying to get him where she wanted him to be.
“You gonna play the one-night card on me again?”
She whined and rocked against him. Too much talking. Not enough fucking. “Maybe not this time.” She didn’t have a chance to qualify her statement before he slid his hard length inside her with one sharp thrust.
Finally.
Her breath caught in her throat, and her legs clenched around him, her moan of pleasure echoing through the alley.
“My baby likes my cock.”
Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his leather cut and the faint musk of his cologne. “God, yes.”
“Say it.”
“I like your cock, Ace.”
He drove deeper inside her. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want your cock inside me.” And then, because she couldn’t believe how easily the words had spilled from her mouth, she said, “Fuck me with your big, hard cock, Ace.”
Ace grunted his approval. “I like hearing dirty talk coming from your sweet little cop mouth. Fucking gets me off like nothing else.”
“I like to hear no talk coming from your yapping mouth.” She levered herself up with her arms and sank down on him, taking him so deep her eyes watered with the pleasure-pain.
Ace groaned and hammered into her, slamming her back against the rough brick wall, over and over, until her need had coiled so tight the barest touch would set her free.
“Ace…”
“I got you.” Slipping his hand between them, he circled his fingers around her clit, light at first and then with firmer strokes, until finally, he brushed over the top with the pad of his thumb and pressed down hard.
She went off like a rocket, her muscles contracting as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her body. Ace’s thrusts became faster, urgent, until finally he stiffened and released into her with a deep-throated groan. For a long moment, they didn’t move. Chests heaved together. Bodies cleaved together. Hearts beat together.
And then reality came back in a rush. Public place. Indecent exposure.
Illegal.
“I’m going to get suspended if anyone finds out about this,” she murmured.
Ace kissed her forehead and picked up her clothes. “I’m not telling.”
“I can’t believe what we just did.” She tugged on her clothes while Ace zipped up. “I can’t believe the things I said….” She straightened and frowned. “You’re a bad influence. Next time I say good-bye, I’m going to mean it.”
“Then we’d better get busy,” he said. “We’ve got a lot to do before then.”
* * *
Ace placed a hand on Sophie’s lower back and walked her into the bar. Jackie waved from their table, but he wasn’t in a mood to share. His little cop had a deliciously dirty wild streak, and he wanted to find out just what made her tick.
He led Sophie to the counter and checked his phone before ordering their drinks. “We’ve still got a bit of time. Spook