Page 102 of Fire Fight

Her wide green eyes slowly blink at me, then she rests her forehead on my chest, hand wandering lower. When her dainty fingers wrap around my rapidly increasing girth, my indrawn breath makes her frown. “Does it hurt if I touch you?”

The idea makes me chuckle. “It does a lot of things to me but hurt isn’t one of them.”

“Well, good. Because it would be a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity.”

Her head ducks under the covers and any physical complaints are soon lost to a deluge of arousal when she tugs down my boxers and her lips fasten around me.

I’m already half erect because of her presence, and my cock pulses with delight as it hardens further with the sweet caress of her mouth.

My fingers slide into her hair, teasing, then gripping harder as she takes more of me, swallowing when I bump against the back of her throat, making white stars explode behind my eyes.

I can’t resist sliding the covers down for the visual feast of watching her work me, the sloppy wet sounds adding to the steady throb of desire until my orgasm builds out of nowhere.

“Your mouth feels so good on me,” I whisper as an ache grips my lower back, spreading in waves until I’m skating along the edge of an impending orgasm.

I try to move her head back, but she swallows me deeper, the vibrations of her gag reflex triggering my release until spurts of hot cum surge down her throat, the ripple of her swallowing triggering another burst, lost to ecstasy.

When she wriggles back to my height, wiping her smiling mouth with dainty fingers, I clean her with my thumb and my tongue, wiping her with my sleeve before my hands explore, dipping down to tease her pussy.

I need my mouth on her, the sweet taste of her flooding my mouth as she rides my face. Ignoring the pain, I lie on my back, pulling her astride me. I adore the flush of her pink cheeks as I tug down her shorts, greedily licking along the seam of her pussy, then spreading her with my thumbs, tongue plunging into her entrance.

“Are you sore? Do you need me to kiss it better?”

She shuffles her knees, blushing crimson now. The contrast with her fair skin and sparkling eyes making my heart pump harder.

When she shakes her head, loose strands of blonde fall across her eyes and I risk the burst of pain to brush them away, wanting to reach every micro expression that even thinks of crossing her face.

“Are you sure?” I lick along her folds again, closing my eyes as the taste fills my mouth, breathing in deep to cement this moment in my memory.

Her hands land on the upper edge of the pillow and I grab her hips, adjusting so I can access all of her, then holding her as my mouth teases, tastes, licks and sucks at her sensitive skin, edging closer to her clit, bracing her as my finger circles her entrance, then glides deeper.

“Don’t stifle those noises,” I scold, coming up for breath when she clamps a hand across her mouth. “They’re sexy as shit. You could make me rock hard with just one of your sexy little moans.”

I smile, my face gleaming with her juices as she peeks down at me, tentatively shifting her hand.

“So much better,” I sigh, setting back to the world’s most enjoyable work. “But since I’m injured, you’ll need to move.”

She tightens, trying to climb off and I grab her hips so tight she can’t shift a muscle. “Nope. On my face. You’ll need to moveon my face.”

The tight clench of her internal muscles the first time she slides up and down sets my brain humming with pleasure.

It’s the sweetest treat in the world to see her lose control, to feel the delicious ache as she fists my hair, the rhythm of her hips gaining speed until a machine gun of soft cries emerge from her throat, and her muscles flutter and convulse around my fingers.

“Eating you is my new favourite breakfast,” I mumble, tugging her back to lie inside the circle of my arms, mind hazy as sleep makes a renewed claim on me.

But the sound of Cadence’s distress jolts me awake. “Your back. The sheets.” Tears slip from her lids as she stares at the blood streaking the white cotton.

“That’s Emily’s problem.” I put a hand over her eyes. “Don’t look.”

She drags it away to reveal a deep frown. “We can’t stay here.”

“Then we won’t.” Even as I try not to move, I can’t stop playing with her hair, brushing it back, tugging the waves flat, failing all attempts to make it obey. “We can leave today. A friend will float us some cash until I get a job, and I can trade in the car for a van.”

I bury my nose in the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent from the soft skin behind her ear.

“We can be one of those annoying couples who post a gorgeous photo every day, hashtag vanlife.”

“An annoying couple and my mother.”

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