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Her eyes widened, and even in the spotty lighting he could see the flush on her darker skin. His cock thickened and pressed into his jeans.
“I want to sink to my knees and suck your clit into my mouth, make you scream. I want to feel your heels digging into my back and have these thighs clamped around my ears as your cream coats my tongue.”
He gripped her thighs, bringing her to the edge so there wasn’t any way she could miss his erection.
“I want you sitting on my face, and I want you taking my cock.”
She sank her teeth into her lower lip and he groaned.
Her hand trembled as she reached out to settle it upon his chest. He leaned into her touch, damn near purring like a cat.
“You’re military.”
He bent closer, breath fanning over her lips. “That’s not an excuse that’s going to work.” Hastings curved his hand around her hip, stroked it along her waist and dipped his fingers below the waistband. “You don’t do military, but this military man is going to do you. I’m going to fuck you until you lose your voice, and we’re not able to move because we’re too goddamn exhausted.”
“I have no use for you. There are plenty of men out there who wouldn’t turn me down if I wanted sex.”
No fucking way. No other man was going to have the privilege of experiencing what was for him alone. Her words, he knew, she’d meant to be cutting, but he heard the tremble below the surface. The one she wanted to keep hidden.
He cupped her pussy, dampness having soaked her panties, and he growled in pleasure. “Already so fucking wet for me, Curls.” There was no denying the slight arch of her hips as she tried to bring her core in closer contact with his touch.
Bending so his mouth settled against her neck, he scraped his teeth along her skin, loving the sharp, fast pants that fell from her full lips. Her fingers gripped his upper arms, as she used him to keep herself up. His cock dug with unforgiving hardness into the jean material. He’d never been so grateful to be commando, knowing had he’d worn boxers his circulation would have been cut off.
Her core was so wet it slicked his fingers, and he stroked over her lips, dipping between them only to stop before he actually came in contact with her clit. Her moans grew deeper and turned into a growl.
“Ask me for it and I’ll give you what you’re craving.”
Violet tipped her head back from where it had rested on his chest to meet his gaze. Those dark eyes with the streaks of amber and gold watched him, overflowing with raw sexual hunger. The light glinted off the bar through her eyebrow, and he loved everything about her.
Violet wrapped her arms around his neck, spearing her fingers through his hair, kicking it from the ponytail it had been in. She nipped his chin.
“If you don’t fucking give me an orgasm, I’m walking right out of this room and snagging the first man I see who is willing to do what you wouldn’t.”
Unreasonable jealousy swarmed him. Claiming her mouth in a punishing kiss, he snarled, thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth. He slid his fingers through her pussy and he shoved two deep inside her. No warning. No hesitation.
Violet arched into him, body splintering around his fingers. Velvet walls gripped him, and he prayed he didn’t lose it and come in his jeans as she rode his fingers to her own pleasure.
He bit her lip and pulled back, loving the hazy expression on her face. “We’re not finished, Curls. Not by a longshot.”
Bam. Bam. Bam.
“Hurry up in there! Other people have to use the bathroom.”
Part of him expected her to jump away from him and head for the door, embarrassed, but she sat there on the sink, legs spread and his hand still with two fingers buried in her pussy. She continued stroking his hair and the nape of his neck.
“Almost done,” she called out.
Winding his hair in her fingers, she tugged and he growled at her. He lazily moved his wrist, continuing to stoke deep inside her. He could feel her body readying for another orgasm.
Jesus, she’s so responsive.
Even distracted as he was by her touch in his hair, he didn’t miss when her hand, the one he’d not known she’d moved, slid below his waistband to stroke his shaft.
“Fuck,” he exhaled.
“Nope.” She popped the p and smiled at him. A smile he had no doubt Sirens had on their faces before they killed all the sailors they’d lured to their sides. “I don’t fuck military men.”
His refusal was stopped dead when she removed his fingers and pushed him back enough to drop off the counter. Hastings opened his mouth to argue with her, but she hit her knees and had the swollen head of his hard cock sliding over the wet heat of her tongue.
