Scorch: A Soldiers of Fortune Romance (Military Bad Boy Romance) (19 page)

Oh, fuck
.

This time I can’t hold back the moan, and this time, it’s me that’s gasping as I mash my lips to his. My knees feel like jelly and the throbbing heat between my legs is threatening to engulf us both as I feel him respond to my whimpered, fevered kiss. He growls into my mouth, pushing us back towards the wall of the room by the windows. His tongue slides across mine as his hands yank my hands up over my head as he groans and presses his hardness against me.

I gasp suddenly as I feel him start to twist the curtains covering the windows around my wrists, and I break the kiss to gape at him. He’s grinning wickedly at me as he snakes the cotton and lace of the material around my hands, tying it tightly before he trails his hands back down my arms and over my heaving chest. His hands suddenly grab at the front of my flimsy tank top and he
tears it
in two as he rips it from my body like some sort of nuisance that got in the way of him getting to me. But then he’s kissing me again, tasting my moans as his fingers yank at the button of my shorts before slipping inside to slide easily through the slickness between my thighs. A finger pushes inside of me and he growls at how wet I am as his lips trail down to my neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin there.

“I’m going to make you come like you’ve never come before, princess.” He whispers darkly into my ear, his fingers plunging in and out of my wetness while his thumb presses and rubs in agonizingly slow circles around my clit.

“Is that a promise or a threat.” I husk back, my arms straining above my head at the binds of the curtains.

“
Both
,” He growls as his teeth nip at my ear. He suddenly flips me quickly around and presses me against the window. His fingers curl inside of me, stroking at such a perfect angle as I squeeze my thighs together. His other hand begins to yank my shorts down around my knees, and by the time I hear the buckle of his belt hit the floor, I’m practically ready to explode just from his fingers and the promise of what’s to come.

I can feel his cock then, burning hot and
so
hard as it slides against the skin of my inner thighs while he fingers my dripping wet pussy.

“Please…
” I moan, arching my ass back and straining against the curtains holding my hands above my head. I’ve never done this before; I’ve never let a man take away my control so completely like this. But I’m moaning for him, pushing back and so desperate for him that I’m literally begging for his cock. And the worst part is, I love every single thing about this moment.

His fingers continue their slow tease of my clit while he slides my panties down my legs to pool around my knees with my shorts. I can hear the tear of foil and then the feel of his cock as he slides it over the tender, dripping, and desperate lips of my sex.

“Oh, you can do better than that,
princess
,” He growls into my ear, his tongue and his teeth teasing the lobe there.

I’m moaning now, practically panting for him as I sag against the binds of the curtains holding me by the arms; “
Please
,” I beg again, arching my back as I desperately try and push back against him; “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Oh, yeah,
that
does it.
 

I cry out as he enters me then, his fingers pressing into my clit and holding me open as every inch of his impressive cock slides inside of me. And when he starts to fuck me, it’s wild, and animalistic, and raw. His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave sweet, deliciously bruised reminders for days to come, and when he pulls my hair firmly but gently, exposing my neck to his sucking lips and teeth, I know he’s right -
 

I’ve never been fucked like this before.

He pulls my hair harder, making me gasp in pleasure and pain as his thrusting becomes deeper and faster, his thumb rolling over my clit and making my knees all but buckle beneath me. This is raw, and so fucking hot that I’m practically ready to come already.

His hand comes down across my ass, making me gasp as the flat of his palm leaves a sweet stinging warmth across my skin there. I cry out, moaning my pleasure to the window as I let this man take me like I’ve never been taken before. His palm comes down to spank me again, making me whimper as I strain against the curtains firmly holding my arms above my head. The insistence of his thumb, and the grinding pressure of his perfect cock against that sweet spot just inside has my orgasm roaring through me like a tidal wave. He thrusts into me once more, and when I come, I know I’m falling from a height I’ve never been to before.

Javier roars as he rocks in deep and explodes within me; his muscled arms circling around my body to hold me tightly against him as we both gasp for breath and sanity in the glow of the aftermath.

He unties me and helps me to the shower, where he gently kneels between my legs and curls his tongue through my lips. He teases and gently coaxes me over that edge again with that wicked tongue of his until I’m pushing my hands through his hair and crying out his name as I come against his mouth.

Later, I curl against him on the balcony outside our room. And with my head on his chest and his hand stroking my hair, we watch the sun dip low until it melts into the ocean. I’m not thinking about any of it; none of the worry or the reality of what life might have in store for us, because in that matter,
it just doesn’t matter.

And I never, ever want this to end, except I know it has to.

Just, not right now; not yet.

Chelsea frowns into the phone, chewing on her lip as some asshole on the other end of the line screams at her. It's probably that dickhead Koufax she's been talking to, the guy that keeps jerking us around; telling us to lie low, then jump the country, and who even knows what next.

"Yes- yes sir, of course."

God
, I can't even imagine using words of respect and power like "sir" with fuckwits like Koufax. I guess this might be a pretty sure sign of what they like to call my "problem with authority", but it's also one of the reasons I guess I've never had a "real" job. I can stomach a lot of bullshit, and I can and have gone up against some seriously hard-as-nails motherfuckers. Shit, I've even been in the military. But saying "yes sir" and "no sir" to some asshole you can't even try to respect? No fucking way.

Chelsea's eyes are blazing with all the stuff I'm sure she
wants
to say to this prick, but she bites her tongue, figuratively, and chews her lips quite literally in this adorable way that gets me smiling and my cock twitching.

Ok, she's also sitting in bed next to me without a single piece of clothing on. I also can't keep my eyes off those perfect fucking tits just
begging
me to play with them, phone-call to the C.I.A. or not.

I slide closer to her, running one hand up her spine and making her shiver as she whips around to grin at me silently as she nods at something that asshole on the phone is saying. But then my hands slide further around, until my fingers trace over the side of her breast, teasing the skin there until I move them to her rosy nipple. Chelsea’s eyes snap back to mine and she quickly shakes her head "no".

I just nod a yes in response.

"Wha- oh, yes of course sir."

I run my hands down to her hips flipping her onto her side and pulling her ass back towards me in one motion.

"What are you doing?!"
She hisses, covering the phone with her hand;
"Javier, let me talk on the-"

She gasps as my fingers slip between her legs and find her wet and ready for me, and when I push a finger deep inside of her, she bites her hand hard before turning her broken attention back to the phone.

I use my other hand to continue to coax and pull her hips back, until somehow I've got her face down on the bed with her perfect apple ass up in the air right in front of me.

It’s the best view int he fucking world, and it’s exactly where I want her.

I tease the flushed skin of her ass with my fingertips, and she chokes back a whimper as she nods at something on the phone. I'm leaning down then and using my hands to spread her wide open for me, and I groan as my cock throbs at the sight of her like that.
 

She gasps again as my tongue slips into her folds, teasing her and tasting her sweet honey as I push it deep inside of her. I'm using one hand to pull her by the ass back against my tongue while the other slips beneath to rub my thumb across her clit in slow, teasing circles.

"Are you fucking crazy?"
She hisses, trying to look back at me while she covers the phone;
"Get your tongue away from me!"

"Get your pussy away from my tongue then, princess," I growl, before dragging my tongue across her clit and making her shudder against me.

I want to make her come like this; I want to make her explode on my tongue as she does everything in her power not to let the douche on the phone know she's orgasming at the hands of the very man she's supposed to be arresting. But my cock is almost painfully hard, and right then, I want to bury every single inch of it into this perfect girl lying ass up in front of me like some sort of perfect offering.

She hangs the phone up and arches her ass back towards me as I start to tear open a condom and line my cock up with her opening.

“Wait.” Her cheeks are bright red as she bites at her bottom lip, her eyes full of heat as she looks at me; “No, never mind.” She says, her cheeks glowing darker as her eyes scan over my face.

Ok, now I’m curious.

I ease the head of my cock between her lips, making her moan softly; “Spit it out, princess,” I growl, teasing her clit with my head.

“I want you to be bad,” She says quietly, her eyes darting across my face as her cheeks flame with red; “And I want to be bad for you.”

“You have my full and undivided attention.” I say thickly, aching to burying every inch in her molten center, but dying to hear what she’s trying to say.

“Tie me up again; like last time.” Her voice is tight, her face flush with desire; “Tie me up, tie me down, and make me yours.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it
instantly
has my cock harder that it’s
ever
been.

Chelsea yelps as I grab her wrists and pull them behind her back. I can feel her breath catching quicker and faster as I snatch up her panties from where we’ve previously discarded them amongst the sheets, and start to wrap them around her wrists, pulling them together and knotting them.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

She’s moaning out words and I’m still barely even touching her. I grab the belt from my shorts and start to loop it around her ankles, pulling it tight as she moans into the sheets until I cinch it tightly and sit back to admire my handwork; it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
 

My blood is pumping like fire as I move back behind her, holding her by her tied and trussed wrists as I ease my cock against her dripping wet pussy. She whimpers as I start to push in, and I’m choking out a gasp at how
unbelievably
tight she is as I slowly slide every inch of myself into her.

“So good!”
She moans out, unable to move and impaled on my shaft.

Jesus Christ this girl is fucking perfect.

She writhes and undulates beneath me as much as she can as I start to fuck her like that; perfect, prim Chelsea Archer tied up and at my mercy and whimpering for my cock. The pure rush of it sends a charge through my whole being, and I start to rock in and out of her faster and faster. My muscled hips pummel and slap against the sweet curve of her ass, and her moaning cries of pleasure are like a symphony in my ear as she melts under my touch.