Page 41 of The Devil's Conflict

At first, he doesn’t do more than breathe me in, rubbing his nose along my folds, nuzzling me. I let out a frustrated sound, but he just ignores me, clearly content to drive me insane. Finally,finally, he decides to stop torturing me by latching on tomy clit with a suction that has a strangled scream slipping from my mouth, and my hands gripping his hair in desperation.

Oh, my fantasies are nothing compared to reality. The man is wicked with his mouth, and it’s not long before my orgasm is building to frightening heights inside me, but I also reach for it with both hands.

My thighs squeeze both sides of Sniper’s head as I buck into his mouth, needing more. “Sniper,” I whimper, nails scoring the top of his head when he thrusts his tongue deep inside me.

He hums, making me shudder at the feel of the vibrations that move through me. “You taste so fucking good, baby girl,” he praises, moving one of his hands so that it’s now between my legs. “And I want more, so you need to give it to me.” Then he starts to work two fingers inside me, stretching me and making me moan and whimper at the pressure and delicious fullness. “Come on, Thea,” he croons. “Give it to me. Let me make you feel so good.” His mouth latches on to my clit and I’m lost.

The only thing I can focus on is him and the way he’s making me feel. The orgasm inside me is still building, rising, growing, until all I can do is let it overtake me. Let it sweep everything else away. When I come, it’s nothing like anything I’ve felt before. Not on my own or with another man. It’s a wave of pleasure that swamps me and has me arching my head back into the bed, my eyes closing, and my entire body shuddering with the force. But clearly Sniper isn’t done with his torment, riding it out and refusing to stop until another is following right behind it. This one even more intense than the last.

What the fuck? I’ve never come twice with anyone or myself. But clearly my body isn’t getting the memo, because that’s exactly what’s happening right now.

When Sniper finally pulls away, my entire body is trembling, and my heart is pounding in my ears. I stare at him with blurry eyes as he wipes his face on my lower belly and then eases upso he’s hovering over me. His gaze searches mine, and I give him a lazy smile. “Well, I guess age does really improve skills,” I manage to quip, my voice husky.

He stares down at me for a moment, but I can see the amusement starting to creep into his eyes. “Baby girl, you’re just asking for me to spank that pretty ass,” he warns me. Then he lowers his head down to take my mouth in a quick, hot kiss. “But first I want to fuck you, then I’ll make sure you pay for that later.”

“Do you?” I ask, lifting my hands to move along his sides lightly. His skin pebbles and I smile triumphantly knowing how much I affect him. “You sure you’re up for that? I mean, maybe we should wait to make sure that your heart settles a little.”

I yelp when he suddenly flips me over to my stomach and lands a hard slap to my ass. I groan at the sting, and then gasp when he lowers himself over me, grinding himself into the crack of my ass and purrs into my ear, “What did I say about that sassy mouth, baby girl? You’re just asking for me to make this ass red and tender enough that you don’t sit down for a week.”

“Might be worth it,” I gasp out, unable to keep from poking at the bear just a little bit more. He gives another low chuckle, but then groans when I arch my back and rub my ass against him again. “But right now, I think that I’d much rather you give me something else that will have me walking funny.”

He lifts off me and rolls me again so that I’m on my back, looking up at him. “Are you sure, Thea?” he asks me seriously, his eyes searching mine.

Some of my desire dims when I realize what he’s asking, but at the same time, a part of me is grateful. I lift my hand up to wrap around the base of his neck, my fingers sliding through the thin hairs there as I look up at him. “I’m fine, Grayson,” I say softly, using his legal name so he can feel it. “After I was discharged, I went to every therapist appointment and workedhard to be okay. I rarely have nightmares anymore, and I’m perfectly fine to have sex. I’ve had it a few times since with no issues. I refuse to let them take anymore of me or what I want out of life, and that includes being in bed with someone. Okay?”

He doesn’t answer, just watches me. I can see him working through the conflicting emotions and thoughts that are popping up in his head, and I try to remain calm and patient. Hearing that someone suffered through what I have for a man like Sniper isn’t going to be easy. Especially in this kind of situation.

Finally, he lowers himself down over me again, and he takes my mouth in a gentle kiss, but no less passionate. It’s just different, and makes my heart clench in my chest. “You’ll tell me if you have a problem,” he orders me. Because there is no mistaking that for what it is. “Any time, Thea. Not just right now.” I can only nod, my throat tight as I stare up at him.

Then his mouth is back on mine and any worries I have fly away. There’s only heat and passion. Only the desire to feel him inside me, filling me in the way I’ve dreamed of for years. Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait too long. Next thing I know, he’s pulling his mouth from mine, and reaching quickly for the nightstand, yanking the drawer open, and pulling out a condom. I watch in excitement as he rolls it on quickly and then rolls back over me.

He takes my mouth again as he lines himself up to thrust inside of me. The feel of him entering me is so much better than a dream. And I can feel the pressure and scraping of his piercing on my inner walls, making me gasp. It feels so fucking good. We move together, his tongue thrusting in time, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

I’m still not sure how I managed to end up here, but damn, it’s been worth the wait. Especially when he pulls his mouth away and switches positions by lifting my leg straight up againsthis chest, scissoring into me with such force that has cries falling from my lips.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Sniper pants as he powers into me. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, baby girl. Nothing is better than reality.”

I can feel another orgasm rising inside me, and a small sob tears from my throat as it gains speed and intensity with every thrust. “Sniper, please,” I beg when it feels like I’m going to go crazy as I strain for it. Reaching for it with everything I have. Needing it.

“Touch yourself, baby girl,” he orders, changing the angle of his hips and sending sparks through me. “Show me what you need. How much you want this.”

I quickly do as he orders, my fingers circling my clit hard and fast and exactly the way I need it to fall over the edge. I yell his name as I come, my entire body burning with it. I vaguely hear him let out a loud groan thrusting desperately inside me, until he finally stills.

My body slumps against the mattress, my lungs burning as I try to get oxygen back into them. Holy shit, maybe I should be making some jokes about myself getting old, because after that, I need some time to recover.

Neither of us moves for a few minutes until Sniper finally eases out of me, and rolls from the bed, heading for the bathroom. I hear water running, even as I roll to put my head on the cool pillow and try to gain some kind of desire to move and get up back. But I’m not ready to face anything else just yet. I just want a few more moments of quiet.

I doze until I feel the bed dip beside me and I open my eyes to see Sniper sitting up against the wall, still perfectly comfortable being naked, and looking down at me. His hair is mussed, and there’s an easiness in his eyes that I haven’t seen there before. Huh, who knew the grumpy biker just needed some hot sex!

We just watch each other for a moment before he finally asks, “How much are you going to fight me on this?”

It’s a straightforward question, but nothing about it easy to answer. I fight the urge to roll away and refuse to reply. I’ve never been a coward and I’m not going to start being one now. “I still don’t understand what you want. If you’re just looking for sex, then I’m not going to fight you on that because clearly you know what you’re doing and I enjoyed every second of it.” His lips pull up into a smug smile at that, which I ignore. “But as for anything else, we’re not exactly known for getting along, and I don’t trust whatever the hell is going on with your MC. I get it, you guys have secrets and all that, but as of last night, it’s not a secret any longer, and keeping me out isn’t going to make me want to stick around. I already told you I was let down by one team, and I’m not going to go through it again. I know it’s not the same circumstances, but I’m still part of the team at the security company, and if I’m expected to look after the women, then I can’t be kept in the dark or it’s going to end up with someone hurt or killed. And by extension, that means you and I can never be anything but a casual hookup because I can’t trust you.”

The smug smile is gone and his gaze moves to stare straight ahead. I don’t say anything else, or push too hard, but I can see the indecision on his face.

Finally, after another long moment, he looks over at me, his gaze intense when it connects with mine. “It’s not that we don’t trust you, but we are a club and we try not to involve women in our business. Because when we have in the past, it ends up with one of them being targeted or hurt, and I don’t want to add you to that list.”

I wasn’t expecting that. Well, not the part of it involving women in the past. “I hate to tell you, but I’m already involved. The moment that whoever is beefing with you exploded the bar, and you ordered me to come here and guard the women didthat. So that excuse isn’t going to fly.” I push up into a sitting position, ignoring the darkening of his eyes as he looks me over, gaze lingering on my chest before they come back up to mine. “And I really don’t like that something like this now involves my brother..”

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