Page 40 of The Devil's Conflict

I look at Bullet and shake my head. “Shit is about to get wild around here.” I sigh.

“As long as we get this stupid war with the Russians over with, I don’t give a rat’s ass,” Bullet grumbles, getting to his feet. “But I’m fucking tired and I need some sleep, so we can worry about it later.”

I nod in full agreement. We leave the room without another word, and neither of us say anything as we move to the opposite wings we occupy. When I get back to my room, I slip inside, locking the door behind me. I make my way back into bed, unsurprised to find that Thea hasn’t budged.

Exhaustion pulls at me as I wrap myself around her and allow sleep to claim me.

SEVENTEEN

THEA

Apparently if he has to suffer, then so do I.

I wakeup to my face pressed into a hot chest and my hands curled between us; one gripping an upper thigh and the other over a very hard dick. At first I’m too tired to really comprehend what the hell is happening, but it becomes crystal clear when I hear a deep groan and a rasping, “Fucking hell.” My eyes pop open and I freeze. Though apparently that makes me squeeze a little harder and the dick in my hand jerks in reaction. “Baby girl,” he rasps, his hand on my ass tightening.

I should be pulling the hell away from him right now and getting the hell out of this bed before I embarrass myself more, but clearly the lack of sleep or smoke inhalation is affecting my brain because I stay still, trying to process what the hell is going on right now.

So instead of doing what I should, I flex my fingers, and then carefully and slowly allow them to move over him, feeling the hardness and heat through his boxers and sleep pants, and hearing the pounding of his heart under my ear. I don’t look at him while I explore, unable to face him just yet. He doesn’t tell me to stop or even push me away; instead, he arches his hips forward, pushing himself tighter into my hand.

God, how many times did I dream of being able to do something like this? How many times did I get myself off to the thought of what he was packing behind the zipper of his army greens? Fantasy is nothing compared to reality.

“Thea,” he grits out, making me still again. “Baby girl, if you don’t stop or put me out of my misery, I’m going to go crazy.Fuck.” The last is a mixture of a curse and plea.

I tilt my head so I can look up at him and see that his eyes are closed, his head back and the cords of his neck straining. But the moment he feels my gaze on him, he opens his eyes and tilts his head down to stare at me. His eyes are dark, heated, and edging on feral. My heart pounds in reaction, and my breathing quickens.

Every woman wants a man to look at them like that at one point in their life, and seeing it from this man makes something inside me cheer and want to run the other way all at once.

Any other time I would wonder what the hell I’m doing, but not today. Today, I don’t want to think, and I don’t want to talk. I’ve done enough of that. Right now, I want to see if any of my fantasies will fail in comparison to real life. So before I can lose my nerve, I release him and his thigh. I see a flash of disappointment in his eyes but he doesn’t say a word, just quiet acceptance. But then they flare with surprise and pure unadulterated lust, as I toss the covers back and slide down, yanking his pants and boxers down as I go. He lifts his hips up to help, falling to his back.

I toss both aside as I take him in. Damn, I know I like to make a lot of old jokes, but there is nothing old about this man. He’s pure muscle and ink, with a few scars that make sure he’s not too pretty. He clearly keeps himself in excellent shape, and later I’m going to enjoy exploring him in more detail. But right now, I have something far more interesting that is demanding my attention.

I reach out and wrap my hand around him, enjoying the heat of him in my palm, while cupping his balls with my other hand. He groans, and his eyes fall closed, his hands clenching on top of the blankets, like he’s trying to hold himself back from grabbing me. Slowly, gently, I work him with both hands; rolling his balls in my hand, watching him for every little reaction while I also use the other hand to stroke him, twisting just enough to have his jaw clenching and his stomach quiver slightly.

I lean closer and then I see the piercing. Oh, damn. Heat swirls in my gut as I rub my thumb gently over the frenum piercing. Sniper gives another soft groan, but doesn’t move to stop me, instead just letting me play and explore. “No Jacob’s Ladder?” I ask him curiously, my voice raspy.

“Thought about it but never had the time before I was called away on a mission,” he tells me through clenched teeth. “Then when I got out, just never thought much about it. But if you want me to get one, I’ll fucking make the appointment today.”

“Maybe let me get used to this one first before you starting adding more hardware,” I say absently as I lean closer, breathing in the musky scent of him. My mouth waters as I wonder what he’ll taste like. Guess I should find out.

I lower my head, releasing his balls from my hand and gripping his thigh to steady myself as I run my tongue from the bottom of his shaft up to where the piercing sits. I let my tongue trace it, surprisingly finding that I enjoy the sharp tang of the metal. I hear Sniper curse but I’m far too focused on what I’mdoing to care. I take the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around him, taking him deep enough that I can let my tongue slip back down to play with the piercing again.

Sniper’s hand comes up to clench into my hair, but he doesn’t force my head down like I’m sure he wants to, but instead, just helps to guide my mouth up and down on his cock at my own pace. His grip on my hair isn’t harsh, but it’s enough to send streaks of pleasure through my head and down to the rest of my body.

I play with the piercing just a little bit more before I take more of him into my mouth and get to work on tasting him and teasing myself. Because the longer I taste him, the more of him I let into my mouth with each suction, the more I want to feel him inside me, filling me up.

“Thea,” Sniper hisses, body curling toward me as I move a little faster, my suction increasing, careful to not let my lip get caught on the piercing as I do. It’s a bit of an adjustment, but I find my rhythm. “Fuck. Fuck. That mouth is so much better than I ever fantasized,” he tells me, his hips arching shallowly, careful not to push too deep.

I moan around him, and he jerks. I can feel him getting closer, and increase my efforts. I want him to lose control, to give me everything he has. Fair’s fair, right?

Of course, the man has never been one to just let go and succumb, because the next thing I know, I’m being pulled off him and go flying up the bed and land with a slight bounce next to him. “What the?—”

He cuts me off with his mouth on mine, rolling on top of me as his tongue thrusts into my mouth. I groan into his mouth, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight to me. My hands trace over his back, feeling the muscles flex and bunch under his skin, even as he yanks his mouth from mine and pullsback enough to pull at the shirt covering me. I release him so that he can pull it over my head, and lift my hips when he yanks down the boxers I was wearing. I’m bare in front of him, and if I was worried before about this, I’m certainly not now.

Sniper takes me in with such heat in his eyes, lingering on every part of me, that I just watch him, feeling surprisingly comfortable being so exposed to him. “You’re fucking beautiful, Athena,” he rasps, bringing up one hand to cup one of my breasts, rolling his thumb over the hardened peak and making me shiver as sensation rushes through me. “Every inch the goddess that your name portrays. And I think it’s time that I spent some time worshipping you, hm?”

Before I can reply to that, he lowers himself down and takes my other nipple into his mouth. The heat of his mouth, the suction, and the feel of his hand on the other one has my body quivering and fire roaring in my veins. My thighs are slick with arousal, and my clit is throbbing desperately. His body is in the way for me to do anything but to arch into him, trying to rub against him to get some kind of friction that will ease it, but it does nothing but fan the flames higher.

When he switches to the other side, the cool air has me shuddering, before the heat of his hand overtakes it again. By the time he finally pulls away from that one, I’m a quivering mess and desperate for more. When he slides down, I put my hand on top of his head, eager to guide him, as I weave my fingers into the thick waves. I hear him give a low chuckle, but thankfully he doesn’t fight me. Instead, he makes quick work of hitching my legs over his shoulders, and gripping me tight before pressing his face between my legs.

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