The Exchange Part 1 (12 page)

Jesus Christ.

My eyes drop immediately to her breasts. The white tanktop she’s wearing is stretched
too tight across her chest. Her dark blue bra is visible; the top of her breasts freaking
captivate me. When it comes to tits and ass, I love both in equal measure, and Sapphire’s
tits are perfect.

I stifle a groan, my hands twitching as I reach up to grab them.

An annoyed growl is ripped out of me when she jumps off me and stands next to the
bed.

She pauses for a split second, smiling down at me. She reminds me of a mischievous
nymph. Then, she pulls her tanktop off.

I’m still gaping when she reaches for her skirt and wiggles out of it.

It hits the floor at her feet.

In a breathless voice, Sapphire says, “You were pouting again and it turns me on.”

I lunge for her.

Sapphire squeals as I lift her up by the waist and drop her back on the bed under
me. Her tits bounce inside her bra.

“I don’t pout.” I reach for the laces on one of her boots, making quick work of them
and yanking it off. The whole time, my eyes are jumping from her face, to those tits,
her small waist, those hips, the wet space in between.

“Yeah you do.” Her bee-stung lips tilt in a teasing smile. “And I like it. Think it’s
sexy.”

I rip her other boot off, forgetting to be careful with it. Part of the material is
shredded in my grip.

Uncaring, I throw the boot over my shoulder and reach for her. “Newsflash, baby: real
men don’t pout.” I slip my hands beneath her and lift her.

She giggles, letting me settle her on my lap. “I hate to burst your bubble, Maxwell,
but—”

I kiss her full lips. They part for me, letting me in. Sapphire’s fingers thread through
my hair. She fists it, holding me in place as our tongues connect. I growl into her
mouth, licking at her tongue, sucking it roughly.

Ease up, Deimos.

I can’t. Sapphire tugs on my hair, somehow deepening our kiss. My vision wavers. She
starts grinding on me again, wrapping herself around me. Only her bra covers her tits,
the rest of her upper body is bare.
Hot
against my chest.

Nothing should feel this good. What the fuck is she doing to me?

Sapphire writhes on my lap,
faster
, almost pulling an orgasm out of me right there. I’m too close. Won’t be able to
handle this stimulation much longer.

I slide one hand up her back, clasping her nape. Turning her back on my arm, I nip
her lip. “Slow down, baby. We aren’t there yet.” Our lips are less than an inch away
from each other’s and I fucking love it. Love her small, needy pants against my mouth.

Her lids rise and she stares into my eyes. “I am.” Fuck, she’s quivering on top of
me. Every inch. Already so close? “D—Maxwell, please. It’s too much.” She spreads
her legs on my lap. The kind of offering no man can turn down.

I lean my forehead on hers, groaning above her mouth. Something in me feels broken.
I grind down on my teeth, hearing my jaw crack. Whatever thrums through my veins right
now scares me. It’s too reminiscent of the rush I get before killing.

Can’t hurt her by going wild on her.

I’ve never wanted anything more in my fucking life.

“Maxwell, touch me.”

With a quick movement of my head, I snap my teeth around the side of her neck. My
entire back arches with my next growl. For a second I worry that I’ve hurt her.

“Oh God,
yes
.” She arches into me, rubbing that sweet cunt even faster on my dick.

“You want my cock?” I ask against her skin, moving lower. Biting harder.

A broken sound leaves her.

Holding her by the nape, I lick my way down her neck. Sapphire claws at me when I
bit down on her clavicle. Sweet motherfucking Christ, I can’t wait to see how she’s
going to react when I really start going at her.

“Easy,” I murmur against her skin, then pull back to place the tips of my fingers
where my mouth just was. I trail them down her chest softly, watching as her skin
breaks out in goosebumps.

The way she arches toward my hand, offering me her tit, almost makes me lose control.
I slide my fingers up the curve of her breast, pushing her bra cup to the side. Her
tight, pink nipple is bared, and I have to stop myself from diving for it right there.

Sapphire’s panting with need, her eyes closed tight.

Smiling, I run the tip of my index finger across her nipple.

Her eyes fly open—with a low moan, she leans back on my arm, asking for more.

Fuck. I’m going to come just from teasing her. I spread my knees wider, trying to
make room in my jeans for my swollen cock. Watching her face—because damn, I love
her reactions—I rub her nipple in soft circles.

“
Oh
… yes. That’s so good.” Sapphire’s body goes taut, straining against me.

Fuck me. She could come from this alone, if I let her.

I lean down and nuzzle her nipple, staring up at her face. “Open your eyes, baby.”
As soon as her eyes are on me, I suck her nipple into my mouth, my hand drifting down
her flat stomach.

Her mouth falls open on a silent moan, her hands sliding around to cup the back of
my neck.

As if I’m going anywhere. Just tasting her on my tongue fucks with my bodily sensations,
sending them spiraling into a dark, pounding abyss I can’t even begin to make sense
of.

GROANING AROUND HER TIT, I run my tongue back and forth over her nipple. My fingers
reach the waistband of her panties. There’s no pausing, no waiting anymore.

And Sapphire knows it. Whispering my name, she moves her hips against my hand.

I release her nipple long enough to growl up at her, “Watch me,” then I suck her back
into my mouth and slide my fingers inside her boyshorts. I’m met with soft,
bare
flesh, and I grunt with surprise.

Sapphire cries out in shock. “
Maxwell
.”

In the back of my mind, I know that Magdalena had made herself permanently hairless
while alive.

There’s a ninety-five percent chance that Magdalena had been way too comfortable with
her sexuality.

There’s a chance she might’ve even been a little freak in bed.

My
girl has those memories in her head.

And that’s when the rest of my rationality vanishes. Fury fills my veins. The lust
snaps inside me, becoming something unrecognizable. I bite down on her nipple and
slide my middle finger inside her.

Fuccck
me. Tight, warm. Practically weeping for me.

I shudder as Sapphire clings to me. "You're so soft." I groan, rubbing my cheek into
her breast. I don't even care that it's covered in my saliva, I'm just dying for more
of her skin on mine.

"God, Maxwell. That's perfect." Sapphire's walls pulse around my finger.

Tightening my grasp on her neck, I lift her head and crash my lips to hers. She whimpers,
undulating her tongue along mine.

Then she starts moving her hips in time to her licks. Her pussy clenches, growing
wetter.

A snarl breaks out of me. I take back control of our kiss, fucking her mouth with
my tongue. The scent of her sex is everywhere, destroying me. Every moan. Every sigh.
Every flick of her little tongue and the wet clench of her tight cunt.

My hips buck forward, driven by the hunger deep in my gut. She's shackling me to her
against my fucking will.

So I clutch her to me with as much force as I can without hurting her, determined
to do to her what she's doing to me.

I pull my finger out slowly, savoring how her pussy contracts, refusing to let me
go. I slip my finger out to the tip
—

Then I fucking spear her, going as deep and hard as I dare.

"Please." Sapphire's hips move over me.

God, she's so fucking beautiful.

"I'm the only man you'll think of from now on, right baby?" I press my thumb into
her clit and slam my finger into her.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She cries.

"I'm the only one you'll want this with."

"Oh God, Maxwell,
yes
!"

Her clit is so swollen against my thumb. Fucking tempting me to suck on it. I rub
my thumb into it, letting her ride my finger. "Tell me this is mine Sapphire." I lick
that spot I discovered on her neck, and bite it hard enough to leave a mark. "Tell
me this is my pussy."

"Yours," she gasps, her body tensing as her orgasm starts to ripple through her.

I feel everything. Every gush. Every fucking throb.

I'm about to come with her. Motherfucking shit, she has me so close. So ready to blow
my freaking load just from fingering her.

My dick is leaking like a fucking faucet, screaming for her.

I can't take it anymore. She's ruined me. My entire sanity hinges on being inside
her.

“I want you. Need you.”

“Oh, God.
Yes.
Take me.”

And that it was all it took for my life to get ripped apart, torn into unrecognizable
pieces that didn't make sense and never would.

I throw her back on the bed. On my knees before her, breathing like a damn animal,
I raise my hand and suck my finger into my mouth.

My eyes slide closed and another growl vibrates in my throat. Sapphires gasps my name
but I’m too lost to look at her.

Jesus, the taste of her. The hot, wet smell of her arousal. Has anyone ever tasted
this fucking good?

Unfortunately for me, I know the answer to that.
Hell no.

I suck the last of her off my fingers, panting. I would love nothing more than to
eat her cunt, hear her scream for me, but it’s going to have to wait.

Sapphire grips the sheets beneath her, chest heaving. I reach for her bra, wrapping
my fingers around the front. It’s almost as if she’s helpless not to arch toward me
and ask for more.

I pause for a split second to apologize—”Sorry. We’ll get you another after”—then
rip the material right down the middle. Her panties come off next. When she moves
to remove her striped knee-highs, I grab her wrists to stop her.

“Keep them on,” I rasp. She looks like a sexy, badass anime chick with that two-toned
hair and wearing those stockings.

I reach for my jeans and pop the button open. She watches me as I lower the zipper.
One of her hands reaches out, tracing a line down toward my cock.

My hearts pumps heavily in my chest. There's no denying that I'd love to let her explore.
Would love to lay on the bed and watch her take her time learning me.

But I just fucking can't right now. She has me so jacked up that I might even bust
my nut the moment I'm inside her.

And that's when it hits me.

Inside
her.

"Fuck!"

Sapphire flinches at my near roar.

Fury and frustration. Yes, people, they are two separate things, and you can experience
them both at once.  When you do, though, the need to destroy something hurts.

It's all directed at me. I promise.

I'm a fucking idiot.

Sapphire drops her hand away from me. “What’s wrong?”

I want to slam my fucking fist into the wall and howl with frustration. “I don’t have
protection. Never bring it with me on a mission.”

Her brow scrunches. “Are you talking about birth control?”

I nod, my teeth grinding against each other. We’re not finished. I’ll get her off
again. Fuck her with my fingers and my mouth until she can’t see straight.

But I won’t be able to use my dick and that shit pisses me off on an unprecedented
level. And to think, I almost laughed at her epic sexual frustration. Fuck throwing
pillows. I’m sure I can find a grenade launcher somewhere.

Who the fuck would’ve thought I’d regret not bringing condoms on this mission?

Sapphire throws her head back and laughs. This laugh is different than the other ones
I've heard from her. Throatier. Husky. Laden with sex.

Her perky breasts rise and fall, and that position—
fuck me
, that position is so hot.

My mouth waters.

I think my dick just died.

Inside, I'm cursing every supernatural being that may or may not exist.

Sapphire raises her head and gives me the kind of once-over that would ruin a much
better man than I. Those eyes trace my abs, like she wants to lick every ridge.

There is a God. I become certain of it right now. And all the horrible, fucked-up
things I've done have led to this, the ultimate punishm
—

"I'm on birth control."

Say what now?

"Excuse me?" I snap. Yeah, I should be fucking ecstatic, but why in the fuck is she
on it?

Sapphire blushes prettily, avoiding my stare. "Magdalena had an—um… insert put in.
And it's still good."

That girl had definitely been a little freak.

I twist my neck, satisfied at the sound of it cracking, and ease off the bed.

"Maxwell?"

I ignore Sapphire's question, and she doesn't bother repeating it. No. Her eyes are
rapt, watching as I take off my shoes and reach for my jeans.

So Magdalena
was
a freak in bed. That's fine. I wouldn't give a damn if those memories hadn't been
transferred into Sapphire's coding.

But they were. She has them, and that’s fine, too. Because this anger, the freaking
voice in my head screaming at me to fuck her brains out then storm outside and find
someone to kill? I’m accepting it and what it means.

I want to make her mine. Only mine.

And there’s nothing standing in my way now, is there?

That knowledge jacks me up dangerously, and my cock—now free of both my jeans and
briefs—throbs in Sapphire’s direction.

I fucking love how her dilated eyes gobble it up. Blood pumps hot through my veins
as I make my way over to her.

Her eyes on me like that is enough to make me feel like a fucking king. “Come here,”
I growl softly, lifting her off the bed and into my arms.

Sapphire’s arms and legs tighten around me, bringing her wet little pussy flush with
my cock. I slap one hand around her ass and bring her in tighter. “Kiss me.” My voice
is even huskier than before.

She comes at me, eating at my mouth in that eager way of hers. Her pussy lips slide
up and down the back of my cock.

I reach the end point. I can’t take it anymore. This is happening, and it’s happening
now.

I grab her ass in both hands. Motherfuck, those ass cheeks are gorgeous. Plump enough
to squeeze down on and slam her up and down on my dick.

Sitting back on the bed, I lean on the headboard. I push my tongue harder against
hers. She’s all over me, her tits on my chest. She grinds on me, her swollen clit
sliding across the back of my erection. I break our kiss, fucking gasping. “That’s
it, baby. Play with it. Fuck. It aches for you.”

Her moan is desperate, her hips moving in my grip.

My tip pierces her, sliding just an inch inside.

Sapphire keens, her body clenching around me.

I almost fucking yell, my hands flying away from her. Gotta grab onto something. Fuck.
Can’t hurt her.

My fingers sink deep into the wall next to my head.

She’s wet as fuck and her pussy is sucking eagerly on my tip, trying to drag me in
deeper.

“Maxwell. Oh my God.
More
.” She goes mindless on me, riding me. Sliding me a little deeper with every downward
stroke.

Groaning deep in my chest, I tighten my fingers, plaster giving way beneath my grip.
“Get me in there. Get me in that tight pussy, baby.”

Her moans leave my shaft pulsing with the need to come. Ah, God, just thinking about
pumping my cum into her, covering her walls in me—fuck me.

“Maxwell, you feel so good inside me.” She fists the hair at the back of my head and
lays her forehead on mine. I’m halfway into her now and the next slide takes me in
deeper.

Jesus, she’s about to come for me again. Her walls shudder, squeezing down on me.

I press my feet flat on the bed and spread my knees, gaining leverage. I'm shaking
so fucking much it hurts.

Hearing her hurts.

Everything about her hurts.

I thrust up gently toward her, still trying to hang on to some sense of control.

“Maxwell,
yes
!” Her greedy hands tug on my hair. She lifts up, then comes down on me as hard as
she can. My cock scrapes deep inside her, almost to the fucking base. She rocks back
and forth on me, and I swear to God my head almost explodes. “Please,” she begs me,
eyes glazed, beautiful lips so close. “More. Faster.”

Her cunt gushes around me—wet, motherfucking heaven—and a bolt of pleasure slices
through me. She’s so wet that it’s dripping down my shaft, sliding down to my balls.

“You’re going to make me fuck this pussy hard, aren’t you baby?” I ask her, holding
onto the wall behind me with all my strength.

“That’s—
ungh
! I’m going to come Maxwell. Oh God.”