Page 31 of Reaper Flame

“I’m never letting you go again, C,” he murmured.

Good, because I didn’t want him to.

SEVEN

Waking up in Rocky’s arms on a yacht in the middle of the ocean couldn’t be further from what I expected to be doing today. My original plans would have involved mounting Zander’s head above a fireplace, but this? It was better, despite the hundreds of questions I still had. Although Zander’s head would make it a definite improvement…

“How long have you been awake?” I asked, turning to face Rocky, who looked like he’d been up for hours. He was only wearing boxers and one of his legs poked casually out of the covers.

“Not long,” he replied, shuffling closer and trailing a finger up my thigh. “What are you thinking?”

“About how the fuck I ended up on a boat with someone I thought was dead. You know, maybe you should—”

“I’ve got a better idea.”

He pushed me onto my back, letting me sink into the mattress as he coaxed my knees apart and slipped his hand up my inner thighs, caressing my sensitive skin.

“Rocky, we should really talk about—”

“But do we really have to talk now?” He cut me off and rolled on top of me. For a toned guy, Rocky was heavier than he looked and the weight of him made me breathless. He stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers, sending a shiver of desire racing down my spine.

“You’re just avoiding my questions!”

“Maybe,” he replied with a mischievous grin that made it impossible for me to be mad. He leaned back onto his knees to pull my tee over my head. After losing panties to the wind last night, I was naked underneath. “But some things are more important than talking.”

My body agreed as he began to kiss down my neck, leaving delicate kisses on my collarbone and traveling down my body.

“Rocky, we really need to talk,” I began unconvincingly, my voice turned into a whimper as his tongue flicked over my peaked nipple. He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and cupping my breasts, then caught it between his teeth to make me moan.

Well, shit… this was certainly one way to avoid talking.

Rocky continued to slide further down my body. His soft floppy hair almost tickled as he gently kissed down my chest, stomach, and waist. My heart rate sped up as his breath tickled my pussy lips, but he didn’t touch me. Instead, he kneaded my inner thighs, kissing and nibbling them until I writhed around.

“Rocky…” I murmured.

“Tell me what you want, C,” he said as his fingertips danced along my skin.

“I want you to taste me.”

There was no point in trying to get him to talk when his other offer was so tempting. He slid one finger between my lips teasingly, only touching enough to get a shiny trail of wetness on the tip of his finger. He put it to his mouth and licked it clean. “Like this?”

Rocky was a joker, but my sexual frustration was now through the fucking roof.

“No,” I said, reaching to put my hands behind his head, lacing my fingers through his hair. “Like this.”

I pushed his face into my pussy, and his mouth responded hungrily. My legs trembled as his tongue glided along my lips, pink and swollen from desire. His tongue swirled around and penetrated my wetness, lapping it up. My head tipped back, holding him in place as I ground my hips against his mouth. Was there any better way to wake up in the morning?

His attention turned to my clit, he probed and licked, eager to please and only focused on my pleasure. With Q somewhere on the boat, I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out as I quivered under his touch and released my hold on his head. Rocky wasn’t letting me go anywhere though. His two strong hands grasped my hips to pin me in place. He moaned, like someone who’d been ravenous and finally had the chance to feast. His moans sent vibrations racing through my limbs, causing me to grab the quilt in my fists.

He knew exactly what he was doing. The fucker wanted me to scream the yacht down!

My voice shook. “Rocky, I—”

I gasped as he slipped two fingers inside me easily, using them and his tongue to bring me closer to the edge. He curled his fingers slightly, applying a firm grip. The feeling was overpowering. Like a can of shaken pop, my pussy was going to explode!

I grabbed the quilt and forced it into my mouth to drown out a scream as an orgasm rattled my core. My muscles clenched around his fingers, soaking him in a way that had only happened once before with West. Did this mean I was officially a squirter now? I couldn’t see Rocky’s face as I bit down and let waves of pure ecstasy roll over me until my knees were weak. Would I ever be able to walk again?

A knock on the door made both of us jump, and Rocky reluctantly pulled away.

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