Page 60 of Protecting Josie
“The back pocket of my jeans,” he said between clenched teeth.
He should move. Get up and get the condom he’d stashed there before leaving his apartment. But he couldn’t. His dick hurt so much if he moved even an inch, he’d lose it. Explode. He was on a hair trigger.
Blink forced himself to let go of Josie, and he watched as she got up on all fours to crawl to the end of the bed. The sight made another spurt of precome ooze out of the tip of his cock. He grabbed the base of his dick to stop himself from coming. Josie’s ass was perfect. Small, round, and he wanted nothing more than to take her from behind. Drape himself over her back, surround her with his much larger body, show off his dominant side.
He had to close his eyes, concentrate on anything but the woman in his bed. The taste of her on his tongue made that impossible.
The bed dipped as she crawled back toward him, but Blink didn’t open his eyes. Couldn’t.
When Josie’s small hand wrapped around his dick, his eyes popped open on their own. She was kneeling betweenhislegs now, her gaze fixed on his cock. He watched in hungry disbelief as she licked her lips and lowered her head.
Josie enjoyed sex with the men she’d been with in the past. But nothing hadeverfelt like it did with Nate. The way he went down on her with such abandon was the biggest turn-on. He acted like he couldn’t get enough of her. His hands held her tightly, not letting her squirm away from him. And when he’d turned and lifted her over him, she’d never felt so feminine.
With any other guy, she might’ve felt overpowered; with Nate, she simply felt…cherished.
After she’d gotten the condom out of his jeans pocket, she’d turned around and swallowed hard at the sight in front of her. Nate in all his beautifully naked glory—she loved that he had freckles all over his body, not just on his face—with his hand around his dick. His eyes were closed and it looked as if he was in pain.
Even as she watched, a bead of precome dripped from the head of his cock, slowly moving down his thick length and onto his fingers. She had the sudden need to taste him.
Reaching out, she wrapped her hand above his own, but her thumb and index finger didn’t meet, he was that thick. Her gaze fixed on another bead of precome at the slit, she leaned down. Eager to taste him, as he’d done to her. Sticking her tongue out, she licked up his essence. Immediately, another bead of precome replaced the one she’d stolen.
So she licked him again.
Nate moaned, and Josie looked up at him even as she lapped at his slit a third time.
“Fuck.”
Hearing Nate swear like that felt like coming home.Which was stupid, but the first word she’d ever heard him say was fuck, so it was appropriate.
Josie loved the feeling of power that she had in that moment. For so long, her power had been stripped from her. And having Nate on his back, with her between his legs, made her feel as if she could do anything. She’d tamed this larger-than-life Navy SEAL. She could conquer the world.
Just as she lowered her mouth to take the entire tip of his cock into her mouth, he moved. Sitting up and grabbing her around the waist, pulling her up and over him until she was straddling his belly.
“Condom,” Nate ordered, holding out his hand. His teeth were clenched, and he sounded as if he was in pain.
Without protest, Josie handed him the small foil packet. He did a little sit up, she felt his abs contract beneath her, and his hands went behind her. She felt him rolling the condom down his length, impressed at how easily he was able to work around her.
Then he lay back down and lifted her to her knees. Using one hand, he held his cock upright, running the mushroom head through her folds, making sure he was good and lubricated. But instead of immediately bringing her down on top of him, he used his cock as a kind of toy, playing with her clit.
It wasn’t long before Josie was undulating her hips, trying to get him where she wanted him the most…inside her.
“You want this?” he asked, sounding a little smug.
“Yes.”
“Whose cock is about to be inside you?”
Josie could only moan.
“Tell me, Spirit. Whose dick are you about to ride?”
“Yours,” she managed to get out.
“My name. Say my name,” he ordered.
“Nate. Please. I need you.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before he slammed her down on him at the same time he thrust upward.
