Page 86 of Trigger Happy Ending

Pleasure is mostly found at my own hand, hardly ever at the hand, mouth, or cock of a man. Most of the men I’ve slept with have been one-minute men, all for themselves.

But Soren is shaping up to be something else.

He’s an unselfish lover.

I should tell him how good this feels, but my brain doesn’t seem to be connected to my mouth. Soren continues to finger fuck me, and I melt, completely melt, onto him.

“Oh my god,” I moan, our mouths still fused together. I think I’m on the edge of the universe, about to tumble into another dimension, when he stops.

“Don't be greedy, just wait.”

Have you ever been brought to the edge, only to be pulled back? It’s equal parts amazing as it is frustrating. It’s like dangling at the top of a roller coaster, about to free-fall, when the emergency brakes slam on. You know you’ll eventually get that release, that euphoria, but not yet … not yet.

Soren steadies himself as he drops his sweatpants and pulls himself free. He’s big. Like, big, big. Obviously, the man’s over six foot. Every part of him screams, “I have a huge dick, and I know how to use it,” and for a brief moment, I wonder if it’ll fit.

There’s only one way to find out. I’m happy to volunteer as tribute.

I wrap my legs around his waist and position myself so I’m balancing on the front edge of the dresser.

“Just so you know,” he says. “I’m negative. Are you on birth control?”

I nod my head. Hell yes in my line of work. I’m negative too. One thing the Agency requires is frequent health checks, including sexual. They don’t like us on active duty if there is something amiss.

He holds out his hand to me.

I know what he wants.

I look him in the eyes as I spit onto his palm.

He slides over himself once, twice, and on the third, he edges the tip to my slick center. I roll my clit on it and, god, if that doesn’t nearly send me to paradise. He pushes his cock into me, slowly, stretching me. The feeling shatters me, destroys me, and puts me back together in the best of ways.

“Fuck, Raine,” he pants into my neck.

I can’t speak. Can’t breathe. I struggle to suck in air as he begins to thrust into me over and over. I mumble something filthy into his ear (“you’re so hard” or “fuck me harder” or both), which makes his dick twitch inside me and oh my god if that doesn’t feel like heaven. Whatever I murmured, he likes the dirty talk.

He slams into me so intensely the dresser bashes violently into the wall.

This is hardcore. Weeks of pent-up aggression, tension, and absolute want and need, bursting to life in technicolor.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he pants, each stroke even better than the last.

I fight for breath. “Worth the wait?”

“Fuck yes.”

Lightning flashes, broadcasting our shadows against the wall. Two dark figures finally succumbing to lust. I mean, we’re sinners. Brutal, contract killers. And now?

Well, we're still that, but now with whatever this is between us.

He slides his hands underneath my ass and lifts me up. Still inside of me, standing, he thrusts up into me, holding my body weight while my arms wrap around his neck, my tits squished against his chest. My clit rubs against his pelvis, and I swear whatever soul I have is about to leave my body.

I steal a glance at his face, and my heart kicks hard when I see his eyes, dark as onyx, glazed with want and fixed on the filthy reflection of him fucking me in the mirror.

He slides his cock in and out as I swivel my hips. He slams me down, over and over. Erotic sounds escape my mouth as I feel my body coil into itself. I’m back at the top of the roller coaster, and this time, I’m free-falling no matter what.

“Raine,” Soren commands. “Look at me.”

I lean my forehead against his and do what I’m told.