Devil and the Deep (The Ceruleans Book 4) - Julie Ann Walker Page 0,80

God, I refuse to waste one minute thinking about what tomorrow will bring.

Slowly, inexorably slowly, he slipped his fingers from her body. Loving the way her inner muscles grasped at him. The air inside the lighthouse was warm and damp. But it still felt cool against his fingers when he lifted them to his mouth, his nostrils flaring at the scent that coated them. The scent of her. The scent of passion and completion.

Even though she couldn’t see what he was doing, he could tell she knew by the soft, mewling sound she made. And when he put his fingers in his mouth, her taste exploded on his tongue. Tart and sweet. Salty and delicious. It was the unmistakable flavor of hot, healthy, satisfied woman. And he could no more hold back his animal-like sound of approval than he could hold back the tide.

Maddy’s voice was husky when she whispered, “And now it’s your turn, sailor. What is it you say? Tit for tat?”

Before he knew what she was about, the button on his cargo shorts sprang open under her dexterous fingers. His zipper followed suit. And then Maddy’s cool, soft hands were inside the front of his boxer shorts and closing around his hot, throbbing shaft.

He groaned and had to brace his palms against the metal wall on either side of her head to keep himself upright. His dick pulsed hard. Once. Twice. Three times.

“You’re quite a handful, aren’t you?” Maddy murmured, nibbling on his jaw, then alternating nips with sweet, wet kisses.

Roger that. Not that he was one of those guys hung up on size, but he was pretty sure his dick was ten feet tall and bulletproof. At least it was in this moment.

He could have made some witty reply to that effect, but his tongue hit the top of his mouth and stayed there when she used her thumb to spread his own wetness over his super-sensitive head and down the length of his shaft. Then he nearly swallowed his tongue when she fisted him firmly and began pumping.

“So,” she breathed against his lips, “tell me how you want to be kissed. How you want to be touched. How you want to be fucked.”

Raunchy and sexy and determined to give as good as she’d gotten. That was Maddy. Wonderful, remarkable Maddy.

“K-kiss my chest,” he managed. “My n-nipples are sensitive.”

When her soft mouth landed on the flat disk of his left nipple, his areola contracted, forcing the center to form a tight bead.

“Ah, hell,” he groaned when her tongue lapped at his tip, flicking it softly. Each twang echoed down into his dick. And then she closed her lips over him and sucked, pulled deep. If there was any light, he knew he’d see her cheeks hollowing out. Below, she tightened her fist around him and pumped in a rhythm that matched the cadenced suction of her mouth.

It was too much. Too good. His hips jerked forward. He curled his fingers into the metal of the wall, anchoring himself to the moment. Fighting off the orgasm that threatened to explode from him with just one more lick. One more suck. One more stroke.

He didn’t want to come. Not yet. He wanted to luxuriate in her bold, unmerciful ministrations for a while longer.

“Tug my balls down,” he rasped, his breath sawing from his lungs, his stomach muscles contracting. “Quick, Maddy, or you’re gonna make me c-come.”

“I want you to come,” she murmured around his nipple. “I want to feel you spill into my hands, all hot and wet and slippery.”

“Fuck. Me,” he groaned at each naughty wording coming out of an upside-down mouth that he knew looked deceivingly sweet and innocent.

“Now, Bran,” she said, echoing his earlier words back to him. “I want you to come for me. I want to feel it.”

Bran had been taking orders most of his adult life. But none had ever been as erotic or carnal as the ones Maddy issued. Lightning hit the base of his spine. His hips worked back and forth in a rhythm that was a counterpoint to the push and pull of her sweet, soft hand. Higher and higher he climbed. Tighter and faster she tugged.

And then it happened.

His orgasm burst from him. Lights flashed behind his screwed-tight lids. Pleasure rolled over him in wave after body-shaking wave. He spilled his desire into her hands.

He thought he whispered her name, but couldn’t be sure. He thought he was still on his feet, but couldn’t be sure of that