Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3 (32 page)

When she would have swallowed him whole, he stopped her short and painted the bead of precome decorating his tip across her sinful mouth, enhancing the shine of her lips. “Lick it off.”

The sight of her nimble pink tongue swiping his taste from soft curves nearly had him shooting the rest of the fluid making his balls ache across her gorgeous face. She gripped his shaft, pressing hard at the base, returning some semblance of control. God damn, sex with her could never compare to the pale imitation of passion he’d settled for post-Karen.

So in step, they fed off each other.

A moan vibrated around his cock when he inserted it between her slick lips. Without direction, she began to blow him as though the act soothed her as much as it incited rapture in him. She hummed, her cheeks going concave as she suckled his thick shaft.

“Fuck.” He buried both hands in her hair, guiding her head in the rhythm he preferred. Scooting his ass to the very edge of the chair, he provided her more room to work. With each pass she consumed more of him until her mouth hugged his full length. The steady clench of her throat around the tip of his cock had him seeing spots. Whoever had taught her that trick was dangerous.

Even if he could have prolonged his ecstasy, he would not have. Her generosity was enough to please him for the next decade. Rewarding her would be twice as fun as the epic orgasm about to crash through him.

“Drink it, Lily,” he growled when the first strike of pleasure drew his sac tight to his body. “All of it. Every drop for you.”

He waited long enough for her to stare up into his eyes before releasing his tenuous hold on the rapture she inspired. Without breaking her gaze, he spurted into her greedy mouth, loving the flex of her throat as she ingested every bit of the offering he had to give her.

“Yes.” Through the height of the storm, he made sure he didn’t squeeze her too tight. “Lily. Goddamn, perfect.”

Chapter Twenty

Come still dribbled from Jeremy’s twitching cock when he lurched to his feet, whisking Lily into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a baby koala as he kicked off his jeans and socks. Within two seconds flat, he lowered them to the bed, covering her mouth with his.

She sighed when her ass met the cool, satiny material. He inhaled the gasp, consuming all her pain and transforming it into something beautiful. Tears pricked her eyes once more. Bliss threatened to block out important realities in favor of keeping her locked in their idyllic fantasy. As much as she longed to be swept away, too much depended on the success of their mission.

Lily sniffled before whispering, “Master Jeremy.”

“Hmm?” He tucked her hair behind her ear.

How could she have forgotten the most important part of her ill-fated adventure? “It wasn’t all for nothing.”

“What?” He levered onto his elbows. His hand stalled in its soothing rub over her flaming cheeks.

“I found something in Morselli’s office.”

“You did?” Jeremy sat up, hauling her into his lap.

She curled against his chest, uncaring how weak it made her to indulge in the security he provided. After the craziness of the day—hell, the whole year—she relished the chance to soak in his strength.

Hugging her tight suited him too if his sigh gave any indication.

“Yes. A thumb drive, hidden behind the mirror. I stole it.” A thought hit her suddenly, tensing all her muscles at once. “What if he notices it’s gone?”

“One step at a time.” Jeremy rocked her in a lulling sway when she grew more agitated. “Let me grab it so we can check it out.”

He leaned toward the floor, reaching for her abandoned outfit.

A light touch on his forearm halted him. Confidence had never deserted her before. This time she cared a bit too much about what he’d think of the drastic measures she’d taken. “Look, that thing doesn’t exactly have pockets.”

“So where’d you stash the drive, Lily?” He cocked his head as he attempted to decipher her hesitation.

“Uh…”

“You didn’t.” He chuckled.

“I might have.” She blushed. When was the last time that had happened? Maybe when she was a kid and bullies had shamed her with explicit descriptions of the services her mother traded for her next drink. “The suit is skintight. I couldn’t risk someone spotting the bulge if they stopped me in the hallway. God only knows what’s on that drive. If it fell into the wrong hands it could spell disaster.”

Jeremy gritted his teeth as though he imagined her stalking along the corridors alone, where anyone could have crossed paths with her. “And you haven’t…retrieved it?”

“When do you think I might have had a chance to do that?” She focused on the burn in her ass instead of the acid that had eaten at her as the cops bound her then threw her over their shoulder like a bag of potatoes. “Clint pounced on me the minute I stepped inside. I had to call Ben and Ryan off before their standoff deteriorated into a brawl.”

“Good to know. I’ll have to thank him later,” Jeremy grumbled. “And watch your tone unless you want another dozen swats.”

“Don’t judge me.”

“Shit. I’m not.” He drew an X over his heart then kissed her softly. A connection sparked between them brighter than ever. “Swear.”

“I’ve done whatever it takes to survive for more than a decade. Why stop now?” Unless…” She bit her lip. “Do you think I ruined it?”

“Nah. If you’d swallowed it, stomach acid could have been a problem. A solid state drive like that can resist moisture no problem.”

“I’m pretty wet.” She buried her face against his pecs. Damn him for turning her on with his barbaric display. His compassion had affected her through and through. She parted her lips and drew his nipple ring between her teeth, flicking her tongue over the fascinating mix of jewelry and warm man.

“Hmm, really?” He glided two fingers along her arm to her hip then inward. “Enjoyed your spanking, did you?”

“Yes, sir.” The pressure of his digits had her shifting her legs, dying for his touch on her mound, which felt thick and heavy with the lust he inspired.

Her lips meandered upward, over his collarbone to the base of his neck. Instead of shutting her down, he lifted his chin, granting her access to the vulnerable pulse tripping there. For a man so ingrained with dominant instincts, it was a privilege he could not have given to many. Gratitude swamped her, leaving her utterly at his mercy.

How did he always make it so easy for her to relinquish control?

“That’s right. Just like that.” One of his hands clenched on her hip when she melted all over again. The other continued to tease her, plying her with more finesse than she could have mustered after years of self-pleasure. “You concentrate on enjoying my attention. I’ll take care of the rest.”

The room flipped around them as he settled her on her back. A mountain of pillows cushioned her, propping her torso so she didn’t miss a second of the show he put on as he nestled between her legs.

Lily hoped he’d meant what he said about moisture not damaging the drive because the fucking thing had to be saturated by the time he wandered from her lips, down her neck, taking a leisurely break around her chest to lave first one breast than the other with bold, open-mouthed kisses.

No objections followed her burying her fingers in his thick, silky hair. Could he comprehend she didn’t intend to direct him, only to glean another tactile sensation from the menu of options his body offered? She relished the strands tickling the juncture of her fingers until he continued his journey down her ribs and across her belly. He worshipped every inch of her between there and the drastically trimmed patch of fuzz decorating her pussy.

“Someday I’ll have you completely bald. You’ll look even tastier with your juices glazing you here, tempting me to devour you.” His broad shoulders looked gargantuan as they wedged between her thighs. He didn’t hesitate before burying his face against the slick folds of her lips. A moan buffeted the puffy tissue, so primed for contact she nearly came on the spot.

He paused long enough to grin up at her, curving one arm beneath her thigh then around her waist to fondle her breast. Locked to him, she could only shiver in his grasp. He descended once more. “You’re delicious, Lily. In every way.”

Panic rose in her chest, forcing a whimper from her throat when he flicked the tip of his tongue in the neighborhood of her clit. Without direct stimulation, she should have no trouble collecting herself. Still, she hovered on the edge of orgasm. The tingle across her ass, his possessive grasp, the sexy light in his eyes—all of it combined to destroy her legendary restraint.

“Shh… You’re fine. No need to deprive yourself. This isn’t some sex diet. You have my permission to come as often as you can.” He growled, “I can’t wait to see it. Hear it. Feel it.”

“The drive—”

“My concern, not yours.” He nipped her inner thigh.

Oh my God,
so
not helpful.

“Don’t worry.” A grin spread over his superfine lips. “I’ll get it back.”

Regardless of his instructions, she would not have been able to suppress the first bloom of pleasure that washed over her when he slipped two long fingers inside her channel while returning his mouth to the apex of her slit.

Shallow strokes opened the entrance to her pussy. A flight of fancy had her imagining she could actually sense the tiny drive lodged inside her tensing channel. Probably, his fingers provided the mass she hugged as a miniature quake rumbled through her.

“Really,” he shook his head in mock disapproval. The motion slid his mouth back and forth across her clit, enhancing the tremors. “You can do so much better than that.”

“Fuck you.” She laughed through the final remnants of pleasure. When was the last time she’d had fun with a man in bed? She couldn’t remember because it had never happened before. Not this deep melding of equals.

“Maybe later. If you’re especially good.” He spread his fingers inside her. “Are you sore?”

“A little.” Lying would be ridiculous. “And I sort of like it.”

“You enjoyed being stretched yesterday, didn’t you?” He probed deeper on his lascivious search and rescue mission, careful to spread her as he progressed.

She hadn’t exactly shoved the thing to the moon. His meticulous approach reassured her he wouldn’t knock the drive deeper. Relaxing, her pussy accommodated the outward spread of his fingers, which widened her by gentle degrees.

“Answer me.” He trapped her clit between his teeth, applying the barest of pressure with the sharp edges.

Think.
Stretched? “Hell, yes. It burned. So good.”

“When I watched Matt’s cock plow into you and your pussy accommodated him,” he growled. “It made me twice as hard. I forget how little you are sometimes. How young.”

“I can handle you.”

“I’m pretty sure I can say the same.” His grimace turned into a grin. “Guess what I found?”

“I hope it’s a way out of this mess.”

“Me too, Lily.” Steadily, as though playing a game of erotic operation, he withdrew the innocuous plastic capsule. When it cleared her body, he pinned her with a blazing stare. “Don’t move. Not one inch or you’ll have your first serious flogging from me. I mean it. I’ll be right back.”

If he knew how much his threat tempted her, he might have picked something else to ensure her obedience.

Water splashed softly from the bathroom. When he returned, he surprised her by laying the device beside one of his computers and focusing on her without investigating the contents. His fluid pounce onto the bed brought his face within inches of hers. “Are you up for an adventure? As usual, you’ve given me a very naughty idea.”

The gleam of his molten gold eyes had her breath hitching in her chest.

“What did I do? I’m just lying here.” She battled the weight of her heavy lids when he petted her abdomen.

“You’re looking sinfully sexy, reminding me of how amazing you were last night. I want to fill you like Matt did. More than. Until all you can feel is me. Inside you. Always.”

That made two of them.

“How…” Though he had plenty enough to satisfy her, he couldn’t stack up against Matt’s all-over bulk. She much preferred Jeremy’s long, cut lines to the thickness of his friend.

Before she even had the question out, he returned his hand to her pussy. This time he invaded with three fingers on the initial penetration. He slipped further inside, aided by the copious lubrication his touch generated.

“More, please.” She craved release.

“Exactly. Much more. I’m going to fist you, Lily.”

His blatant promise caught her off-guard. She sputtered.

“Surely, you’ve done it plenty.” His rasp did funny things to her stomach. “I saw the pictures of you with Malcolm, remember?”

“Yes.” The rush of power accompanying such a complete possession had thrilled both her and her slaves. Fragments of inflaming memories zipped through her mind—the snap of a latex glove, cool gel coating her hand, grunts leading to moans and the mess created by her submissives’ explosive orgasms. “But my hand is half the size of yours and they’re bigger. It’s way easier for them.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Jeremy pressed soft kisses to her pussy. At her whimper, he snuck his pinky inside her too. “You’re engineered for this. My hand is a hell of a lot smaller than a baby.”

Shallow breaths had her breasts bobbing, stealing his attention for a few seconds.

“You’re going to try for me.” It wasn’t a question. The iron in his tone brooked no argument.

Truthfully, she didn’t attempt to rebel. Why fight when the idea alone had her creaming, easing his passage deeper into her pussy?

“You have to trust me. I won’t push you further than you can go.” Between gentle reassurances, he lapped at her pussy, working toward her clit. “You’re burning my hand. So soft. Sweet.”

She sighed when he withdrew and sampled some of her arousal.

The unmistakable snick of a bottle of lube opening drew her gaze to his other hand. He drizzled the slippery substance over her pussy before slathering his hand and wrist. “As wet as you are, it’ll take more to ease inside.”

“Show me.” A switch flipped her instincts into overdrive. She reached for him, but he stayed the course, reinserting his four fingers and wedging them until he encountered the resistance of her body, somewhere around his second set of knuckles.