McKenzie, Cooper - Her Knight in Dusty BDUs [Men Out of Uniform 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

He could not help but grin as Eden climbed onto the bed then across it to straddle his thighs. She reached between them and stroked the back of her fingers up the underside of his cock from his hand to the tip as she settled her sweet ass on his thighs.

He sucked a breath at her gentle touch. His cock twitched and grew so hard he had to grit his teeth to keep from exploding. His breathing stopped she took the head between her fingertips and just held it.

Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her hand off. He lifted their hands and licked the pad of each finger as he stared deep into her eyes. He watched as heat and need shivered through her expression and felt her body begin to tremble.

“For some reason being near you makes me quick on the trigger,” he said with a grin.

“You make me stop thinking of anything but getting closer to you until we become one,” she responded, dropping her eyes from his as her cheeks blushed a pretty pink.

Her admission made his cock throb even stronger with the need to burrow deep inside her, making them one as she wished.

Leaning to the side, he grabbed one of condoms out of the basket on the nightstand. Pressing it in her hand, he ordered gruffly, “Put this on me.”

Chapter 7

It took Eden a moment of staring at the plastic square in her hand to remember what she was supposed to do with it. With fingers that visibly shook, she fumbled to open the package and extract the condom. Then she held it as her eyes sought his. A strong scent of orange filled the air between them.

“It smells yummy,” he said when he realized where the citrusy-flavored air was coming from.

“It’s one of the flavored ones,” she explained, “for people who enjoy oral sex but want to be protected as well.”

Bailey nodded understanding. “Okay, sunflower, sheath me.”

“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted softly, holding the condom between them.

Sure, she had taught women at her sex toy parties about the need to protect themselves, but she had never actually put one on a living, breathing cock before. Men in her past had always done this themselves.

Bailey looked startled for a moment before giving her a reassuring smile. “Then I think it’s time you did, don’t you?”

Eden paused then nodded, but anxiety knotted her stomach so hard she thought she might be sick. What if she hurt him? Would he laugh if she messed it up?

“Okay, sunflower, it’s very easy. Pinch the tip between your thumb and index finger,” he said, “and just unroll the tube down my cock with your other hand.”

Eden followed the easy instructions. She felt an inordinate sense of triumph when she sheathed Bailey’s cock without the condom tearing or causing Bailey to cry out in pain.

“I did it!” She grinned at Bailey, wondering if she looked like a little girl who had just ridden her bike all alone for the first time.

“You sure did, but you can’t stop now,” he said, his voice dropping deeper than she had ever heard it before.

“What else is there?”

“This,” he said, sliding his hands under her ass and lifting her body up and toward his until the head of his cock brushed at the sensitive flesh between her legs, almost, but not quite matching up with her entrance. “Put your trusty steed where he needs to be so you can ride him.”

With one hand on his shoulder for balance, Eden reached between them and wrapped her hand around his cock just under the head. Stroking down and then up, she watched Bailey’s eyelids drop and his expression grow even more intense.

“Eden,” he growled.

The words reverberated through her as a warning that he was nearing the end of his control. Since she was already there just from preparing him, she did not prolong the play.

Placing the head of his cock where it needed to be, she slowly sank down over him. She pulled her hand from between them once she slid halfway down his impressive pole and placed it on his other shoulder. Their happy moans harmonized as she settled back into his lap with his cock completely filling her pussy.

“Oh, God, you feel so good,” he whispered as his hands massaged her ass cheeks.

“Mmmm,” she moaned in response as shivers ran from her pussy out to the rest of her body.

Arching her back, she dragged her nipples through his chest hair, sending electric heat straight back to her clit, which pressed against his pelvis. She stilled as her body fought the urge to press closer and lose all control or pull back and try to catch her breath. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles there as she tried and failed to back away from the orgasm that was gathering deep inside her.

Finally, giving up any hope of regaining her composure, Eden shifted her legs back and slowly began to slide up then back down the thick cock that filled her. She kept her movements slow and easy, wanting to make it last.

Looking at Bailey, she found his eyes closed and his head dropped back on his neck. She leaned forward and kissed the base of his throat, then licked her way up his throat to kiss his chin.

“Lay back,” she whispered.

His head came up, and he gave her a look she had trouble reading. “Lay back who?”

“Please lay back, Sir,” she responded automatically with a growing understanding that even in this, he was in charge.

With a smile of approval, he lowered himself down then reached over and grabbed a pillow, which he shoved under his head, his eyelids heavy over eyes that glowed with his arousal.

“Ride your stallion, sunflower,” he ordered as his hands brushed up and down her thighs.

With a smile, she began to move up and down his cock. The muscles of her pussy clenched around him as she fucked herself. Needing more, she leaned over and ran her hands up his chest until her palms covered his nipples. Bracing herself, she began to ride harder and faster, the tension coiled in her belly winding tighter and tighter.

Bailey shifted underneath her as he pulled his legs up, and then he began to thrust his hips up as she slid down and their stroking grew harder and faster and more intense. His hands traveled to the apex of her thighs, and his thumbs pulled her lower lips even farther apart. One thumb then brushed back and forth over her clit in a light motion as his other hand lifted to play with her nipples.

“Eden, I’m close, so close.” His words came out as a growl as his hips snapped higher and harder against her.

Unable to find words, she moaned in response as his fingers closed around her nipple, rolling it tight between his finger and thumb. In the next instant, the thumb at her clit pressed the knot of nerves tight against the bone behind it then began to rub in circles.

She screamed as her orgasm, which had been winding tighter and tighter, suddenly released with a nearly audible
sproing
. A heartbeat later, Bailey’s hands went to her hips and held her tight to him as he roared with his own release.

When her muscles finally relaxed, Eden could not stop from melting forward. She ended up sprawled across Bailey’s sweat-dampened chest, still panting as if she had run a marathon with a lion chasing her the entire way. His breathing was just as ragged. His hands remained clamped on her hips, his fingers individually pressing into her flesh as if he were playing scales on a piano.

She remained boneless and wondered if the world would end if she went back to sleep for another eight or ten hours when Bailey lifted a hand to the back of her neck. The touch of his rough fingertips sent an involuntary shiver through her, which made him chuckle in response.

“Hmmm, another trigger, I see,” he said, his words softly slurred.

His fingers traced down her spine as if counting vertebra. When he reached her ass, he patted one cheek gently.

“Why don’t you have any tats or piercings?” The question rumbled through his chest to her cheek.

She did not even bother to lift her head as she asked, “How can you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Ask questions that require me to think and form words? I’m laying here completely boneless with about three brain cells that haven’t fried, and you’re asking questions about body art?”

His chest moved under her cheek as he shrugged. “I’m curious. I mean, you don’t even have pierced ears.”

Eden lay quiet for an endless minute before whispering, “I’m scared of needles.”

Bailey didn’t say anything. His hand started back up her back, then down, stroking her, comforting her without saying a word.

“I blame it on my father and Pogo.”

“Pogo?”

“Pogo was an old mutt my parents had had forever. When Adam and I were four or five, Pogo got hit by a car and had to be put to sleep. Please understand, my father wasn’t a cruel man, just overly realistic in his views of life. He decided we needed to learn about death and dying, so he made us go to the vet and watch as the vet put Pogo to sleep. Ever since then…”

* * * *

“You’ve been afraid of needles,” Bailey finished for her.

“Even to the point that when the doctor has to take blood or give me a vaccination Adam has to go with me and hold me down.”

“But you have a tattoo parlor and piercing studio in your shop. Quite the contradiction, don’t you think?” Bailey wondered if she knew how courageous she was.

“Not really,” she said. “It made sense, and Crow said he didn’t want a whole store for himself, just a room to work from, and I had that. I’m also hoping that by being around them and seeing them regularly I might get over the innate knowledge that needles mean death.”

Bailey took a deep breath and released it on a sigh as he felt his cock twitch and start to throb again with renewed interest. “That’s very brave of you.”

Eden shrugged but did not respond. Obviously, she did not think so.

Wrapping his arms around her, one around her shoulders, the other around her hips, Bailey rolled so she lay on her back and he crouched over her. Lifting his head and upper body, he looked down and met her wide-eyed gaze as he pulled his arms from under her.

“If I was with you to distract you, do you think you could let Crow pierce this?” He reached up and pinched her left nipple, causing her to squeak as the nipple stiffened.

He found himself holding his breath as Eden automatically shook her head. Then she stopped and studied him for a few seconds. “Can I think about it?”

He nodded. “I think that might be a good idea. Right now, though, we need to get out of this bed before we spend the whole day here.”

Eden smiled as she arched her back and rubbed her breasts against his chest. “Would that really be so terrible? I haven’t ever spent the whole day in bed before.”

“Another time, sunflower,” he said, gently pulling his half-hard cock from her pussy.

Before she could complain, he did several quick pushups. At the bottom of the down stroke, he brushed the front of his body against hers, first left and then right. On the last one, he kissed her lips before pushing himself to roll sideways off her body, across the bed where he landed with his feet on the floor.

“Come on, sweet Eden, let’s get a shower, and see what the rest of this day holds,” he said. He scooped her up off the bed and into his arms before turning and walking to the bathroom.

* * * *

“Don’t you have to go to work or report or something?” Eden found herself asking two days later as she wandered the store, checking inventory and ordering lists against what was on the shelves.

“Um, well, about that,” he said as he settled into the tall director’s chair behind the counter.