Page 41 of Tracking the Alpha
He managed to murmur, “We should probably stop.”
“Probably,” she huskily agreed.
They didn’t. And it was out of character for him. He wasn’t like some of the other guys in his section or squadron, who loved themselves a no-strings encounter. Barrett usually got to know a woman first. Took her on a few dates. Made sure they liked each other before making a move. Probably explained why he didn’t get laid often.
But with Tanis…
From the moment he’d scented her… Seen her… Touched her… Something about her fired up all his senses. Made him too horny to think.
He sat down on the cot, hard enough it squeaked, and that still didn’t break the spell. Tanis straddled him, her hands cupping his cheeks as she devoured his mouth.
“This is insane. Someone could hear us,” he whispered, acutely aware of the danger of discovery.
“They’ll assume I’m banging one of them,” her breathy reply.
“We barely know each other.” Look at him trying to be the voice of reason even as his body screamed You idiot, why are you trying to ruin this?
“Right now, I don’t care.” She paused to look him in the eye. “I could die before the night’s over, so excuse me if I’m going to have fun one last time before we do something colossally insane.”
“You don’t have to help me.”
“We stand a better chance of surviving if I do. Now shut up and get undressed.”
He should have protested longer. Should have the sense to say no. To keep his head on the mission.
But she had a point. He’d entered the general’s domain and was now committed. If they failed, he wouldn’t get a second chance.
When Tanis grabbed her shirt and lifted it by the hem, he peeled his own garment and tossed it to the side while still managing to watch every move she made. Visually devoured every inch of flesh she revealed. Felt himself thrumming with a passion that he could barely restrain.
When she’d peeled herself bare, he spent a moment simply staring. Tight, lithe, her small breasts perfect with their puckered nipples. Her hips lean. Her snatch… The smell of her arousal had his mouth watering.
He reached for her, and she practically leapt into his lap, straddling him, wedging his cock between their bodies. She attacked his mouth with a hunger that might just match his own. Their lips parted and tongues thrust and slid, a decadent exploration that had him digging his fingers into her bare ass cheeks as he sought to control his passion. His cock swelled and pulsed against her belly, wanting a dip into the pussy that wetted his thighs. She was slick and ready already for him. But he couldn’t simply fuck her. A woman needed some foreplay that involved more than him pumping his dick.
He palmed her buttocks and slightly lifted her to better rub her against him. She uttered a soft sound in his mouth that might have been the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. She gripped him by the shoulders as their tongues danced together. Her perky little tits pressed into his chest, her hard nipples a teasing temptation.
One he couldn’t resist.
While kissing her delighted, he nonetheless chose to trail his lips across her jaw and down her neck. At the rapid flutter of her pulse, he paused to lick and suck, drawing a moan from her and causing a hot puddle on his thigh where she ground her sex against him.
His hand palmed her back as he leaned her backwards, baring her breasts so that he could suck on a dusky tip. He drew the erect bud into his mouth, teasing it with lips and teeth, and she panted and mewled softly in reply. A good thing the soldiers upstairs had a radio playing or they might have heard.
He spent a moment sucking, pulling the nipple into a jutting point before moving to the other breast and lavishing it with the same attention.
His blood boiled as molten passion coursed through his body. His new hyper-awareness enhanced everything; touch, scent, need...
When he finally returned to her lips, she grabbed him close and embraced him fiercely, biting his lower lip as she knelt and lifted herself from his lap, only to drop herself onto his cock. She’d had enough of the teasing.
He held on to her as she ground herself on him, her sweet pussy clinging tight, the liquid heat of her almost too much to bear. She bounced up and down, making a huffing noise almost drowned out by the squeaking cot.
Talk about distracting, and possibly too loud. Discreetness remained important.
His hands easily spanned her waist, and he held her as he stood. Without a word, her legs wrapped around his flanks, keeping him locked inside her snug sheath.
A tight fit that almost made him blow his load.
Not yet. He had to hold on a little bit longer. She held on as he bounced her on his cock, letting him control the pace. Her head tilted back, and he stared at the smooth column of her throat, oddly tempted to bite it. To leave a mark.
To claim her as mine.
