Reaper's Fire

I wanted to finish it for her, but I couldn’t hold out.

Not any longer.

Pulling away, I rubbed her gently with my thumb as I grabbed my jeans to get a condom. Holding her gaze steadily, I ripped the package open with my teeth, pulling the rubber free and then rolling it down the length of my cock. Tinker’s cheeks were flushed, and those glorious tits—tits I still hadn’t seen, an oversight I planned to take care of just as soon as possible—heaved with every breath.

Grasping her hips, I jerked her to the edge of the couch and pulled her legs over my shoulders again. Then I fit the head of my cock to her opening and slowly started pushing deep inside.

TINKER

He was big.

Bigger than I expected, even though I’d had my mouth wrapped around him earlier. I guess things tighten up inside when you’re abstinent long enough, because it felt almost like the first time as he slid deep inside.

And he was deep, believe me.

He leaned forward, stretching my legs as he loomed over my body, pinning me down. I had a moment of realization—he was in control now, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

Fortunately, stopping wasn’t on my agenda.

Gage pulled out, then shoved back in again, harder this time. I gasped at the force of him filling me perfectly. I’d been so empty for so long—this was perfect. Reaching down, I rubbed my clit, hovering at the edge of coming. But I wasn’t ready to come yet. I wanted more of this delicious tension, this buildup toward an explosion that would only get bigger if I held it off, so I pulled my fingers away.

“No,” Gage grunted, catching my eyes and holding them. They were dark with need and desire and something else I couldn’t quite read.

Something intense and almost terrifying.

“I want to see you come,” he said. “I need to see you come. I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Tinker girl.”

“It’s not up to you,” I whispered, and he smiled, then reached down between us, dark and terrible things written in his eyes.

“It’s always up to me, babe. From now on.”

I opened my mouth to argue with him, but his thumb found my clit, pushing down on it expertly right as he thrust deep inside, filling me entirely. The tension that’d been hovering right on the edge outward as my back arched. Release hit, hard and fast, carrying me with it as I cried out.

“Perfect,” Gage grunted, moving faster inside me. I clenched down on him, lingering waves of pleasure washing through me as I rode out my orgasm. So good. So much better than touching myself. A thousand times better, or maybe a hundred thousand times better.

I’d missed this.

You never had this, a tiny voice whispered in my head, and I had to acknowledge the truth. Brandon couldn’t have gotten me off like that if his life depended on it.

“Fuck, but you’re gorgeous when you come,” he grunted, pounding into me. It was rough and hard—almost animalistic—and with the way he had me folded up I couldn’t really even move. Not that it mattered. I was so overwhelmed and full and satisfied that I wanted to purr. Or something. I collapsed back, ready to let him use me for his own enjoyment when he caught me off guard by reaching between us again.

“You need more,” he said, sliding his fingers against my clit. “A lot more. All of it. I’ve been suffocating, waiting for you, and I don’t think you’ve had it any easier, have you?”

How do you respond to that?

I didn’t bother, because I was too caught up in the realization that he had every intention of making me come again, and I wasn’t about to fight it. Oh, hell no. Not even a little bit, because the man was right. I hadn’t had it easy, and damned if I didn’t deserve this.

The second time was different.

My body was already sensitized to his, so when he really started pounding into me, things moved faster. He was hard and thick and deep, every movement slickened by my desire as the need started building again. He’d bent me nearly in half, pushing me back against the cushions. Then Gage shifted over me, his movements growing less coordinated.

“I’m close, babe,” he said, the words strained. “I want to take you with me again. Think you can help me out a little, here?”

My eyes closed, burned by the intensity I saw in his, and I reached down between us, my fingers tangling with his. I expected him to let me go—focus on his own needs. Instead our hands moved together as I showed him exactly what I wanted. Throughout, he stared down at me intently, sweat beading up along his forehead.

“Not sure I can hold out much longer,” he gasped. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, fingers flying. Suddenly he stiffened, groaning as his entire body clenched tight. The look on his face pushed me over the edge and I came again. This time was different—no less intense, but in a new way. That had been harder, more blunt. This was softer, waves of mixed relief and pleasure sliding through me as we stared into each other’s eyes.

Slowly the moment passed, and I started to notice normal things.

For one thing, he’d twisted me up like a pretzel, and my legs were starting to cramp in a serious way. Also, I was sweaty and disgusting, bare-ass naked from the waist down while he still had on his shirt and leathers.

Awkward.

“Hey, I think I should—”

“Don’t,” Gage said, shaking his head quickly. I frowned.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t think,” he replied, offering a slow smile. “Just enjoy the moment. We can think about things tomorrow. After I’ve fucked you a couple more times, because no way we’re done for tonight.”

I started to shake my head, but he let my legs slide down around his waist, then lifted me up, a feat of strength I couldn’t help but appreciate. Then he was carrying me—ass still bare—up the stairs to my room, and I felt less appreciative.

“What are you doing?” I hissed in his ear as we passed my dad’s door.

“Taking you to bed,” he replied casually. “What did you think we’re doing?”

“I didn’t invite you to stay the night,” I whispered pointedly, hoping he’d keep his damned voice down.

“It was implied,” he replied, sounding amused. “Unless you’re just using me for sex? You know, it’s really unfair to take advantage of—”