Page 41 of Dueling Flames

“Like you care.” I narrowed my eyes.

“You’re right. I don’t.” He sat up on his knees and pulled my hips up.

I gasped. Only my upper back stayed on the couch. My legs laid on his shoulders and he licked his lips before he bent over and licked me from slit to clit. His tongue flicked and massaged my nub, causing me to grip the cushions for dear life. I shook uncontrollably in his hands while he attacked my pearl.

My moans were back, but I didn’t give a second thought to it. I thrust myself against his face, but he only held me tighter. I couldn’t get enough breath, but damn I didn’t want him to stop. His lips moved south and sucked on my opening. His fat tongue licked me from the insides and I yelled.

“Thorne.”

He had me in a vise grip. I knew he was strong, but damn. I could keep up with all the men in our unit, but Thorne rendered me motionless with just his arms. And for once in my life, I couldn’t find fault with it. I accepted my fate as a ragdoll and sunk back into the pleasure.

And the pleasure continued. Every touch of his tongue, every bite of his teeth, and every kiss of his lips sent shockwaves through my body. I thought I might go off at any second. The look of his face between my legs melted my brain.

He released my canal and hovered over my clit. “Come for me, firecracker,” he said in that same deep voice, then lavished my nub.

My entire body clenched and shuddered. I yelled into the cushion by my head. And it didn’t stop there. The aftershocks kept coming as Thorne lapped at my now oversensitive clit.

“That’s my firecracker.” He eventually lowered my backside onto the couch. I tried to catch my breath while he climbed back over me, hovering while he kissed my face. “How do you feel?”

“Boneless,” I said.

“Boneless? Does that mean you’re ready to stop?”

“Not on your life.” I grinned up at him.

He kissed me quick, then stood up. “Wait here.”

Less than a minute later, he came back, pants-less with his dick already wrapped up. He lifted me from the couch and held me like a front backpack with my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist.

He kissed me soundly. “I’ve been dying to do this.”

Thorne

Lissa looked so sexy with her face flushed and her hair mussed. I held her in my arms, hands on her buttocks as I carried her from the couch.

“To do what?” she asked.

I pushed her back against the wall and grinned up at her.

“Oh.” She kissed me. “Let’s go big boy.”

“As you wish, firecracker.”

I pushed my mouth to hers and licked the inside of her mouth thoroughly. She tasted amazing. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted her so bad. I wanted to wait until she healed from her concussion. Didn’t want to push her. Wanted her to heal. But I wouldn’t turn it down now. She’d texted me her return to duty form yesterday.

My dick ached between us. I needed her. I wanted her. I’d fallen in love with her. I shifted and brought my cock to her wet entrance. I slowly entered her, and my head tipped back. She pulled my head forward and bit down on my shoulder.

My groan filled the apartment when I could go no further.

“That feels so good,” she whispered. She looked at me, eyes glowing and said, “Don’t hold back.”

“Then don’t let go.”

I did exactly as she asked. No slow preamble, I thrust in and out of her fast and hard. Her legs wrapped around my hips while I pressed her against the wall. Her breasts bounced in my face, her cheeks flushed red, and her eyes rolled back in her head. I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

“Yes,” she hissed when I sped up.

Her nails bore into my back while my fingers dug into her ass cheeks. I watched her bounce. Her head leaned against the wall as I pounded into her core.