He relaxed his hips, letting the tip of his cock sink closer to her lips. She planted her hands on his carved ass and drew him all the way in. Parting her lips, she sucked his mushroomed head, and he issued a growl that sent prickles of need through her entire body.
She didn’t even get to the next inch of his cock before he stole away all thought by applying a long flick of his tongue to her clit. Electric need made her body rock, and she sucked him in all the way.
They shared a low moan and began to learn each other in a brand-new way. She sucked on his stiff length, hollowing her cheeks, and his body tensed. As she withdrew on him, he shuddered. And when she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, more salty precum landed on her tongue.
He took control of her body, tasting and licking her with soft laps that drove her crazy. He sucked on her clit before laving the bundle of nerves with his tongue, and her hips bucked. When he eased one finger inside her and located her G-spot at the same time he tongued her clit, her whole body bowed.
Tingles ran from her head to her pinky toes. Under her palms, Archer’s ass flexed with every pull of her lips. As he applied pressure to her G-spot and her clit in tandem, the first spasm of a release hit.
It struck hard and fast, towing her under the waves again and again. She cried out around his length, but in a blink he rolled away from her.
She heard him tear open a condom wrapper.
Suddenly, he was inside her—sinking deep, jerking his hips over and over, plunging through her pulsating walls.
“Look at me.” His command came out gritty, and she met his stare.
He held her prisoner with his heated gaze…and there wasn’t any other place she wanted to be.
The realization struck as fast and hard as her orgasm had. Given a choice between the lonely rooms of her family home and being right here in her lover’s arms, she would choose this. Him.
A flutter in her core spread upward to capture her heart. Whatever he saw in her eyes brought a low curse to his lips.
“Fuck, baby.”
He rocked his hips once…twice…and stiffened.
When he crested, it completely shook her apart.
She held on tight, finding his lips in a seeking kiss that spiraled on even after the final moment.
She surfaced slow, wrung out in the best possible way, her pulse a thick, lazy drumbeat. Archer had pulled her back against his chest at some point—she wasn’t entirely sure when—and he traced idle patterns on her shoulder.
For a long time neither of them spoke. Finally, he roughed out, “You okay?”
“Mmm.” She lifted her head to meet his stare. “More than okay. Are you?”
He issued a low noise similar to a scoff. “I’m a SEAL.”
She giggled, twisting her lips into his warm skin. They settled into the silence for a little longer. Then, because the question had been living in the back of her mind for days, she said, “Tell me something.”
“Maybe.”
She smiled at his response. “Is there actually a way out of this place?”
His eyes glittered with amusement. “Do you think we just walk through walls?”
“Well, you just called yourself a SEAL. But I haven’t seen proof yet that you’re not really involved with aliens.”
That made his smile widen. “Let’s hear this theory of yours.”
“You’ve heard the stories about aliens held in military bunkers for testing. Tell me this isn’t one of them.”
He chuckled and brushed a kiss over the top of her head. “Nothing as interesting as aliens. We’re ghost ops. Called Blackout.”
She processed what she had already known but had never heard spoken. After another minute, she returned to her initial question. “So is there actually a way out of this place? I searched the whole base and never found an exit.”
There was a pause, and she felt his chest expand with a slow breath. “There’s one,” he said at last. “Hidden.”
