Up in Flames [The Heroes of Silver Springs 10] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (19 page)

Max’s head fell back to the mattress at the first touch of her silky hand fisted around his cock. Her delicate fingers trailed down the rigid length of his shaft, curiously exploring each shift of the bulging veins until she reached the hair-roughened sac below. It French-fried his brain, left him unable to think and barely able to breathe.

“You were saying?” Her tone might have sounded purely innocent if it hadn’t been for the sultry purr that accompanied her words.

He’d been saying something? Fuck if he knew what. Her fist tightened around his shaft, slid to the base of his cock, and he forgot his own name right along with everything else in his mind. He felt her hardened nipples brush his thighs as she leaned over him. Every muscle in his body constricted when she swiped the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock.

He jerked, a low, guttural moan escaped his throat, and he raised his arms, dropping them to the mattress on either side of his hips a nanosecond before he grabbed onto her. This was her little investigation, her turn to be on top, and her turn to dish out the fairness.

Christ, help me. There’s no possible way this can be fair.

She probed the slit in his cockhead with the tip of her tongue, and he gritted his teeth at the riot of tormenting pleasure that blasted through his shaft. His lips parted on another moan and he damn near bit off his tongue when her mouth closed around the mushroomed head of his cock.

Her tongue caressed the foreskin and then traced the pulsing vein that ran along the underside of his shaft as her lips glided down his cock. Her felt her jaw relax as she took in his length, felt his cockhead bump the back of her throat, and felt that relax too as she swallowed it down.

“Mother of God.” Her mouth was like liquid silk, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her this time. He buried his hands in her hair, fisting the strands as she pushed against his hold and drew her mouth back up his shaft.

She stopped with only the head of his cock between her lips, flicked her tongue over the ultrasensitive slit, and then swallowed his full length again in a single plunge of her head that drew a soft scream from his throat.

What the hell? He was supposed to be making
her
scream, not the other way around.

Max couldn’t tell if she laughed or hummed, but whatever she did, the vibrations traveled down his shaft straight to his balls. Pressure built, threatening to blow out his cock, and he tried to think about various chemical compounds to keep from firing his wad into her mouth.

It didn’t help. He knew nothing would as long as her lips, tongue, and throat continued to control his cock. Geezus, she’d said his tongue should come with a warning label. Her mouth should be fucking illegal!

Unable to stand it anymore, he used his hold on her hair to pull her head up. Her mouth made a soft pop as it released his cock, and she stared up his body through narrowed eyes.

“Excuse me, Lieutenant, but I was not through with my investigation.”

“Sweetheart, you were about to get more evidence than you can swallow.” Max released her hair in favor of curling his hands around the top of her arms and dragging her up his body. “That’s not where I want to come in you right now.” He flipped her over, regaining his position on top, and kicked his sweatpants off his legs.

“How do you know how much I can swallow?”

Her sultry purr was nearly enough to make him bury his cock in her mouth again and find out. Instead, he cupped the side of her face and brushed a tender kiss to her swollen lips. “Next time, okay? Right now, if I don’t get my cock inside your sweet pussy I’m going to go crazy.”

He didn’t miss the way her gaze softened when he said next time. Oh, there would definitely be a next time and a time after that and a time after that. Geezus, he hadn’t even penetrated his body with more than his fingers and tongue yet and he already knew being inside her once would never be enough. It would likely take three, twelve, maybe fifteen times before his hunger for her even started to ebb.

She swallowed visibly, emotions filling her eyes as she nodded. “Okay.”

Max pushed himself to his knees between her widespread legs and glanced at her bare pussy as he leaned over to pull open the nightstand drawer. Her feminine lips were flush, her clit swollen, and a thin layer of cream glistened on her flesh. The sight compelled him into faster action. He yanked a condom from the drawer, tore open the foil package with his teeth, and tossed the wrapper aside as he prepared to sheath his cock with the rubber.

“Here.” Regina sat up and grabbed his wrists. “Let me.”

Max shook his head and, despite her hold on his wrists, slid the condom over his dick himself. “If you touch me again right now, I’m toast.”

Her hands fell away slowly, her head angled, and she stared at him, surprise and something more swirling in her eyes. “Are you really that hot for me?”

Max cupped her nape and lowered her back, going down with her. “Baby, I’m burning up for you. I need you, Gina. I need to be inside you.”

Her hands explored his flesh, gliding up his biceps, over his shoulders, and down his back. “No more than I need you inside me.”

Her legs spread wider as he shifted his hips, reached between their bodies, and curled his fingers around the base of his shaft. He held her gaze as he pushed inside her, taking it slow, inch by amazingly glorious inch. Her juices lubed the way for him, but not well enough that he didn’t see a dart of pain shoot through her eyes.

Max stilled, his arms shaking on either side of her head as he struggled not to move when what his body demanded was to pound ferociously inside her. “Am I hurting you? Christ, Gina, don’t let me hurt you.”

“Move, Max. God, please, give me all of your cock. I want to feel you buried deep inside me.”

Max moved, keeping with the slow pace as he pushed his cock the last few inches into her sodden channel. Her muscles contracted around his shaft, tormenting his cock with a fantastical pressure that nearly drove him out of his mind.

“Yes,” she breathed, her hips lifting off the mattress to draw his cock in deeper still.

Geezus, it felt so good, her silky hot wetness closing around his throbbing dick, that his eyes rolled back in his head. She lowered her hips and lifted them again, this time more briskly, and plunged him straight through the door to paradise and beyond. He was so close, too close. If he moved he’d be done for. If she didn’t stop moving he’d fall right over the edge.

He caught her hips, holding her still while he attempted to regain control. He slammed his eyes shut and forced himself to think about the pounds per square inch of a fire hose in reference to the fire to be fought before he shot his seed into her hand at a psi rate that would send her flying off the bed.

“Max?”

He opened his eyes when she softly said his name and couldn’t miss the twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

“Are you trying not to come?”

He was pinning her down with his body, holding her hips in a firm grip of his hands in a desperate attempt to keep her from moving. The little minx still found a way to torture him. Her pussy muscles tightened and then eased around his shaft.

“Because I’m not quite there yet.”

He saw by the look in her eyes that she knew he wouldn’t allow himself to come until she was shattering around him, screaming for him as her own orgasm spilled out of her. It only took him a second to figure out exactly how to make that happen. He released her hips, pushed himself up between her legs, and turned a hand over as he reached down. He slickened his finger in the juices her pussy left around his shaft on his way to palm her ass. Her eyes sparked with as much fear as anticipation as she obviously realized his intention.

“Max, I—”

“Am going to come for me,” he finished for her as he pulled the cheek of her ass aside with two fingers and slipped the third into the parted crack. He pressed the pad of his wet finger firmly over her anus and felt her quiver all around him.

He watched her as he circled the pad of his finger on her sensitive hole. Damn, it was such a turn-on the way her eyes turned glassy and her breathing went ragged. She made soft little whimpering sounds as he slid just the tip of his finger inside her forbidden opening.

“Do you like that, Regina? Do you like it when I play with your ass?”

“Yes.” Her head arched on the mattress and her eyes slammed shut as he inched his finger inside her tight opening to his first knuckle. “Oh, God. Max.”

“I’m going to fuck you here one day.” He wiggled his finger, not wanting to drive it inside her without more lube, but not wanting to take it out just yet either. “Would you like that? Do you want to feel my cock in this tight hole?”

He saw her throat work as she swallowed, felt her body shake at his question, and heard her expel a shaky breath. “Yes.”

“Next time, sweetheart.” He eased his cock out of her pussy, gliding his finger slightly out of her ass at the same time, and then inched his cock and finger into their respective holes again.

The promise in his tone coupled with his actions apparently did it for her. She shattered, exploded, the muscles of her pussy convulsing around his shaft, and she let out a strangled scream.

Max lost it. Pleasure, mind-numbing, groan-drawing, paradise-making pleasure rocketed through him as he filled the condom. Her muscles continued to contract around his cock, milking his dick until there was nothing left. No semen, no feeling, and no life.

His heart pounding, his breaths ragged, he eased his finger out of her ass and collapsed on top of her. Seconds that felt like hours passed before he found the strength to lift his head from where it had fallen on her shoulder and gaze down at her.

She looked amazing. Her short red hair was matted with sweat. Her eyes were closed. Her ivory face was flush and wearing the expression of an obviously spent, thoroughly satisfied woman.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he heard himself whisper. “Have I told you that yet, how beautiful I think you are?”

She opened eyes still slightly glassy and distant. He watched her as she made the slow trip back from the paradise of moments ago to the reality of now. She smiled, her lips curving in a lazy grin, and shook her head.

“Well, I should have, because I do.” He touched her forehead, danced his fingers to her temple and down her cheek, and grinned. “And that made two, by the way.”

Her eyes closed and her shoulders shook in silent laughter. Then, she shocked him yet again by catching him off guard and flipping him onto his back.

“What are you doing?”

The grin that unfolded on her lips was wicked and sensual and sexy as hell. “Going for two out of you.”

* * * *

Regina stepped out of the private bath in Max’s bedroom and froze at the expression on Max’s face. He sat on the bed, his back leaning lazily against the headboard and his long legs stretching out in front of him. He’d put his sweatpants back on, but his feet and chest remained bare.

She watched as his gaze dropped down her front and did a slow glide back to her face. Hunger swirled in his eyes with something else she couldn’t define, something that made her hesitate before joining him on the bed.

She glanced down at the navy-blue Silver Springs Fire Department T-shirt she’d snagged on her way to the bathroom. She’d found it draped over the weight bench in the corner of his bedroom. It swallowed her. The hem hit her legs at midthigh and the short sleeves reached her elbows. She knew he’d worn it, perhaps as recently as this morning before he’d taken his shower. It smelled like him, musky and slightly sweaty and thoroughly, deliciously male.

“Is there a problem, Lieutenant?”

“The only one I can see is I don’t currently have a camera in my hand. You look good in my shirt.”

Regina giggled and walked to the foot of the bed. “Isn’t that a country song?”

He shrugged and sat up straighter, pulling his legs in and lacing them Indian style. “Probably. Right about now the only sounds I’m hearing in my head are coming from trumpets.”

Regina climbed onto the bed on her knees, shuffled closer to the center, and folded her legs, sitting down on her bottom. “Would those be trumpets of victory?”

Max’s lips unfolded in a slow, triumphant, and sexy-as-hell grin. “Damn right they are.” He gestured to the pile of stuff at his side. “I didn’t know what you’d want, so I grabbed a little of everything.”

Regina threw her head back and laughed. He really had grabbed a little of everything. After they’d had sex the last time, he’d cleaned them both off and headed to the kitchen for munchies while she used the bathroom. Glancing over the items he’d brought back with him, she saw his idea of munchies consisted of tortilla chips, salsa, a loaf of bread, a pack of sandwich meat, a container of mustard, and a box of Little Debbie cakes.

He reached for the loaf of bread, pulled out two slices, and grabbed the pack of meat. “Do you want me to make you a sandwich?”

“Nope.” Regina dove for the Little Debbie cakes. “I want chocolate and then I want chips and salsa.”

“C’mon, you’re not a junk-food junkie, are you?”

She tore open the plastic around the snack cakes and took a large bite, speaking around it as she chewed. “After a morning of marathon sex, I need high carbs and lots of sugar.”