Page 15 of The Lawgiver's Firebrand
“Get to work, Firebrand.”
She did. She wrapped her lips around him, tonguing him until he was slippery wet.
Daire grabbed her head, her hair still damp. “Take me deep.” He arched his hips, resisting the urge to slam against the back of her throat.
Ari moaned. She slid her fingers to his ass, gripping tight.
He pulled out. Shoved in. While she struggled to take so much of him, Daire stroked her neck. “Relax. You can handle me.”
She nodded.
With his hands tangled in her hair, he rocked into her mouth. She took more of his length. “Swallow everything I give you, Ari. Ah, fuck. You’re so good.” He wound his fingers tighter in her curly locks. Plunged deep. Pulled out. Hammered back in.
Her fingertips dug into his ass, encouraging him. One last stroke with her mouth, and he was coming. Hard. For what seemed like forever.
Daire’s chest pumped up and down, his breath ragged. Once it steadied, he extracted himself and shoved his dick into his pants. Being a gentleman, he assisted Ari off her knees, folding her in his arms. “We aren’t through.” His lips kissed her damp hair.
ChapterSix
Aripushed away. “Yes. We are through. I’m your bodyguard, not your fuckbuddy. It’s a conflict of interest.”
“It’s not a conflict of interest to eat dick?”
“I struggle with impulse control. I’m getting better, but you bring out the worst in me. I think of my actions as the repayment of a debt. Besides, I did it to save you. I thought you had a bomb in your pants.”
“And you were sucking this incendiary device out through my penis?”
“My duty is to serve and protect. I repaid my debt. No more. I’m on duty.” Ari’s mouth dropped when Daire dug into his pocket, removing his cell.
Wow! Cold.
She’d given him a spectacular blowjob, after which he developed the urge to chat on the phone. She’d convinced herself it was dangerous for him to feed from someone else. Since she was his bodyguard, she was responsible for keeping Daire safe and fed. No crime to enjoy herself while working. But he should act a little grateful.
“Commander Nace, I no longer require the services of your Firebrands. You are fired, so to speak.” He jammed his device into a front pocket.
Ari’s hands flew to her hips. “You’re firing me?” Though it was challenging to be indignant and naked, she thought she pulled it off.
“No more conflict of interest. Now, I intend to fuck you.”
She arched her brows, her arms still akimbo. “Do I have any say-so?”
“Certainly. You can choose top or bottom, cuffs or not, fast or slow, rough or gentle. I’ll select the footwear.” His gaze swung to her bare feet. He sighed. “You’re good. But next time, the boots.”
Daire inched closer, his hand stretching out to brush across her cheek.
His touch was arousing. Ari worried her upper lip. “No incubus shit, right?”
“None. I desire your full, willing participation.” His fingers slid down her throat, moving on until he palmed a breast, squeezing softly.
Ari moaned. Daire’s caress was tender, awakening her senses. “Why me? And don’t say you’re slumming.”
“I find you … interesting, pleasing. I cannot explain the attraction. Do we need to analyze our feelings?”
She had to hand it to Daire. He was stubbornly noncommittal. No soft, romantic words. He found her “interesting, pleasing.” Asshole. Sexy asshole. Fortunately, Ari didn’t need words. At this moment, she didn’t want words.
As he continued to manipulate her breast, pinching and soothing her nipple, she curled her fingers around his hips. His muscles tightened, rippling beneath her hands, the fabric of his trousers sensuous, silky. She groaned. “You’re overdressed.”
Daire lifted her into his arms, carrying her to his bed where he situated her on her back. Propped on her elbows, Ari watched the remarkable hunk of maleness drop trow. When he crawled toward her on the bed, his large, erect penis swung between his thighs.
