Page 6 of Trident: Mayhem Makers

“You gotta speak English, T. FUBAR?”

He chuckled as he strode toward me, backing up against the wall.

“Like that you’re already givin’ me your own nickname,Ula’ula Mõ’i. FUBAR means something is fucked up beyond all recognition.”

That had me grinning. “I need to remember that one. Could come in handy.”

I wanted to ask him what the hell had happened to him to be so hardcore about safety and for a translation of whatever he’d just called me. But before I could say a word, he began to strip off his cut, which had me forgetting all about my questions. My earlier arousal sparked back to life as I sighed in appreciation. The man was a work of art.

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Trident

I wasn’t exactly known for being a man who smiled much. Quite the opposite, in fact. But around this woman, I seemed to be grinning more often than not. Without taking my gaze off her, I stepped to the side to place my jewelry and cut on the desk,then fished both our phones from my pocket and set them down next to my cut before returning to stand in front of her.

I might be forty-one years old, but I’d kept up my training since leaving the Marines. The main reason for that was safety, so I’d always be able to keep me and mine protected, but it had the side benefit of leaving me being easy on the eyes. At least that’s what a whole lot of women had told me over the years, but none of them had ever done to me what Jacie’s sweet little sigh and glazed eyes had just now. My cock wasn’t just aching, it was throbbing in the confines of my jeans.

In the back of my mind, a warning alarm started blaring, but I shut that shit down real fast, ignoring it for probably the first time since I’d been a teen. This little Aussie spitfire had me hooked good and I needed to taste her, get inside her, so fucking bad. Now that I’d confirmed the room was secure and knew the door was as locked as I could get it, I intended to spend the rest of the evening and night fully focused on her. By morning I’d know every inch of her intimately, and she’d know who she fucking belonged to.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

With my hands on her waist, I nuzzled my face in against her neck, loving how her pale skin reddened from my beard rubbing over it. Also loved that she liked it enough that she tilted her head to the side, giving me more room as she lifted her palms to rest on my hips. Moving down, I nipped at her collarbone, and in response, she scraped her short nails up over the ridges of my abs, which had me shuddering as spears of arousal shot through my system, making me more desperate for more of her.

Gripping the bottom of her tight little t-shirt, I pulled it up and over her head in one smooth move. My gaze zeroed in on her tits as I tossed the fabric in my hands aside. The black satin cupping her soft mounds had a lacy edge and was sexy as fuck, but it was in my way, so it had to go. Running my tongue overmy lower lip, I slipped a palm around her ribcage then up her spine until I hit the clasp, which I flipped open in seconds with a well-practiced move. Then I made short work of sending her bra to the floor to join her shirt. Tight, dusty-pink tips topped her perky tits, and I couldn’t wait to test how sensitive she was there. How responsive she’d be to my touch.

When she started to move her arms to cover herself, I shook my head on a growl.

“No way, don’t you dare hide yourself from me. You’re fucking gorgeous, and I’m gonna do a helluva lot more than just look by the time we’re through here.”

Then before she could take another breath, I had my lips over hers, devouring her mouth as I got my hands on her sweet tits. She was small enough that my palms completely covered them, her hard nipples scraping over my skin as I caressed and kneaded her breasts. When she started squirming, pushing into my hands, I began to pinch at her tight tips before rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers, then gently twisting them. I continued to eat at her mouth as she whimpered and dug her nails into my waist, while I continued to torment her nipples. Loving that she was proving to be everything I’d hoped she’d be, sensitive and responsive to the edge of roughness I needed. I didn’t stop until she tore her lips from mine to cry out, her fingers digging in hard enough I knew she’d leave marks, if not draw blood with her nails, even with them being short.

Releasing her nipples, I shuffled away half a step and glanced down, my dick twitching at the sight of her now ruby-red nipples. Desperation for her clouded my mind as I reached for the waistband of her jeans. Attacking the fly, fumbling in my haste, I growled. Her quiet chuckle had me pausing to look into her face to appreciate how fucking gorgeous she was with her eyes sparkling with humor and arousal.

Leaning in, she pressed a light kiss to the corner of my mouth as she slipped her hands under mine to undo the button and lower the zipper. Splaying my hand over her flat stomach, I kept my gaze locked on hers as she shuddered, and her lids lowered.

“Trident, quit teasing me already.”

“Babe, I’m only just getting started.”

With that, I tugged the sides of her jeans down so they were around her hips, keeping her legs together, then shoved my hand down into her lacy black panties. My knees actually went a little weak, and I groaned.

“Fuck, babe, you’re bare.”

She stiffened. “Hope that groan was in approval, T, ‘cause I’m lasered. That hair’s never growing back.”

I dropped my head onto her shoulder. She couldn’t tell I fucking loved it?

“Yeah,Ula’ula Mõ’i, it’s fucking perfect.”

I’d already wanted to get my mouth on her, but now that I knew there’d be nothing between my lips and tongue and her skin? I couldn’t fucking wait. But I would. For a little longer, at least. Sliding my fingers over her smooth mound, I kept going between her slick folds to her entrance where I thrust my middle finger in deeply. With her jeans as they were, she was extra tight, but she was wet enough that I slid easily in and out of her channel. Using my other hand to cup one of her tits, I kneaded the flesh before holding it up so I could lower my mouth and suckle on the tip, pausing every so often to use my tongue to tease the tight bud as I finger-fucked her until she was bucking against me and moaning in frustration.

“More, T. I need more.”

Switching to her other breast, I slid my fingers all the way out of her pussy, making sure to graze over her clit before lowering once more, and pushing two fingers into her core this time. Imade a point to target her G-spot by curling up my fingers every time I thrust into her.

She was so fucking slick and needy, rolling her hips against me with my every stroke, riding my fingers like she would my cock. The wet suction sounds coming from her pussy were deliciously filthy. That, together with her moans and whimpers, filled the room with the best symphony I’d ever heard, one I’d never tire of hearing. When the ache in my cock grew too insistent to ignore, I released her breast and slipped my hand from her panties, making sure to brush over her clit again as I did, loving how she jerked at the teasing contact.

“Need you naked, babe.”

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