Cherished: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella (10 page)

Or he could throw a spanking in, too. “I’m giving you one last warning and then it’s ten for every nasty word that comes out of your mouth about yourself. Hold them up for me because they’re like ripe fruit and I want you to offer them to me. Did my erection wilt at the sight of your body? Did I faint dead away and beg out of the contract? Or did my mouth water the minute I laid eyes on those tits?”

“I’m guessing it was the mouth watering thingee.”

“See, I knew you were smart, sweetheart.”

Slowly her hands came up and all the defiance seemed to have fled. She turned the loveliest shade of pink, as though she’d finally realized she was naked in front of him and he was enjoying the view.

“You have the prettiest nipples,” he said, watching her. “I’m going to suck on them soon.” There was no way he could miss the flush that covered her skin. She liked the idea. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to suck on your nipples? I’ll lick them and nibble on them and make sure they’re round and hard by the time I’m done.”

“Can I quote you on that?”

The last thing he wanted was to get turned into a hero for one of her books, but as long as she kept it to sex, he didn’t see a problem with it. “Sure. Do you often quote your lovers in your books?”

The thought made him uneasy, but he tried to let it go. The idea of Bridget fucking to get material kind of made him want to lose his damn mind, but he didn’t have a right to judge.

The brat was back. Her chocolate eyes rolled. “Uhm, I think Benjy’s version of dirty talk was ‘do you wanna fuck, babe?’ That was about it. Not a lot of conversation there.”

And yet she’d stayed with him for years. “Come back to my lap now.”

She nearly stumbled in her haste to move. Yeah, that did something for him, too. He was self-aware enough to know that Bridget’s desire for him soothed his aching ego.

She stopped before him and a grimace swept across her face. “I’m a little messy.”

That got him to sit up. He’d been joking about her pussy being wet. He’d barely touched her. He’d expected to do much more before he got her all ripe and ready to fuck. She started to take a step back. He reached out and caught her waist, stopping her. “Don’t move.”

He leaned over and took a deep breath. Fuck. She wasn’t kidding. He could smell her arousal, and it did all sorts of things to his cock. The bastard was practically thumping against his jeans, trying to get out. He’d let his dick make the decision to sign the contract with Bridget, but it was going to have to be patient because he intended to seal this particular deal in his own way. He was going to bring her as much pleasure as he could, to show her what it would mean to be his sub.

“You smell good. Perfect.” He put his nose right in the middle of her labia, rubbing it in so he wouldn’t lose her scent. She responded so fucking fast. He’d never had a woman get so damn wet from as little as a kiss and some dirty talk.

“You’re a doctor. Isn’t that a bit unhygienic. I mean, I write about it and stuff because…oh, god, that feels good…but isn’t it…doesn’t it bother you?”

It didn’t bother him at all. It fucking turned him on. Insanely. He suddenly couldn’t wait to taste her. “This is a perfectly beautiful and normal pussy. You have my word on it. In my expert opinion, this is the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen.”

He licked her, reveling in the taste of her arousal. He sucked on one side of her labia and then the other. Licking and sucking her like she was the ripest piece of fruit he’d ever tasted.

“Oh, my god.” Bridget’s hands came down on his shoulders as though she needed some balance to stay upright. Her breath came out in little pants. “I’m taking that with a grain of salt, Doc. You’re a brain guy not an obstetrician.”

But suddenly brains had nothing on the piece of anatomy in front of him. He gave her a long lick, parting her and finding the pearly nub of her clitoris. Her brain would process the pleasure, nerve endings sending messages along her spine, but it would all start with that button. “Spread your legs, Bridget.”

For once she didn’t argue with him. She moved, spreading her legs and finding a wider stance. He pulled back the hood and completely exposed her clit.

His cock wasn’t going to wait much longer. If he played with her for too long, he would likely come in his jeans and he didn’t want that. He wanted to be buried deep inside her. He had to give her what she needed so he could find his own satisfaction.

“Do you like this?” He used one hand to hold back the hood of her clit and the other to explore her pussy. With a single finger, he started to gently fuck her as he blew on her clit, letting her feel the heat of his mouth.

“Yes, oh god, yes.” Her legs were trembling, but she held strong.

“Sir, Bridget. You call me Sir when I’m fucking you.” Oh, she was tight. Her pussy was tight as a drum. How long had it really been for her? She was going to strangle his cock.

“Yes, Sir. Yes, I like it. Oh, Sir, please. Please.” Her muscles tightened around his finger as though trying to keep him inside, as though that single finger could ever be enough for her.

He would give her more, but not until she screamed for him. “Please what, sweetheart?”

He loved the desperation in her voice. “Please lick my clit. Please. Sir, it would feel so good. It’s been so long since I was touched there, and I think you’ll do it better than anything I’ve ever had before. Please lick it.”

Well, when she put it like that, how could he possibly refuse? She was so unashamed, so open that it made him want to give her everything he had. As he gave her another finger, fucking deep inside, he took her clit between his lips and sucked. Hard.

Bridget screamed. Her whole body shook and he could feel his fingers get coated in her arousal. She came all over his hand.

Bridget coming was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced in his life.

He couldn’t stand it a second longer. He pulled his hand out and stood, immediately bending to catch her as she slumped over. He lifted her easily and made his way to the bedroom. He kicked open the door, deposited her on the bed, and started to shove his clothes off.

“That was amazing.” She looked up at him with sleepy eyes. “Seriously, better than a vibrator.”

He was glad he ranked higher than the inanimate object, but he had better things to do than bask in the glow of her praise. He opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom.

“Wait,” Bridget said, getting to her knees.

Fuck. She was going to bail on him and he would likely drop to the floor and beg her. He was kind of at that stage. He needed her. Damn it. “You want to leave?”

“No. I want to see you. You got to see me. Can I touch it?”

His cock? She wasn’t leaving. She wanted to touch him, to see him. He stood in front of her and nodded, though he knew it was a mistake. “Touch me, sweetheart.”

She stared at him, her eyes wide, and he suddenly knew what it meant to feel twelve feet tall. She was looking at him like he was an ice cream cone and she couldn’t wait to lick him up. His cock pulsed at the thought.

She moved to the end of the bed, and her fingers brushed against his cock, making it twitch. “You like that?”

So she thought turnabout was fair play? He pulled in a shaky breath. “Yes, I did. I’ll always like your hand wrapped around my dick. I’d like your mouth there, too, but I’m afraid I’ll come too soon.”

Her lips curled up and she sank to her knees on the floor. “Then you’ll have to find a way to get hard again, won’t you?”

As her lips found the head of his dick, he knew he’d been right. She was going to drive him mad.

* * * *

He was gorgeous in a pair of leathers, but out of them he’d moved into Greek god territory. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but some inner vixen had taken over and she suddenly didn’t care. With her whole body still humming from the orgasm Will had given her, Bridget was ready for some payback.

He stood in front of her, all six feet three inches of purely chiseled male. He really would look good on one of her covers, but she didn’t want other women seeing him like this. Who would be able to resist? Broad shoulders and a muscled chest and perfectly shaped abs. She let her fingers find the skin of his hips. So soft. Soft skin covering steel.

And his cock. A true thing of beauty. There was already a drop of pre-come on the slit. He’d tasted her. He’d put his tongue right on her and drawn on her cunt like she made nectar there. It wasn’t like she’d never had a guy go down on her, but before it had been a rote thing. Like something he had to quickly check off a list in order to move on to bigger and better things. A quick lick. A tiny suck and then she found herself spread and penetrated and oops, it was over.

Not Will Daley. No. He liked to play and take his time and she believed in a clean balance sheet.

She dragged her tongue over the head of his cock.

“Hold it. Wrap your hand around it and hold it still.” Will hissed a little as she licked him again.

Power. She felt it rush through her. This big strong man was practically trembling. She could make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. Somehow being on her knees in front of him gave her power she’d never felt before.

He would appreciate it. He wouldn’t see her laving affection on his cock as his due. He would tell her how he wanted it and praise her when she was done.

Damn it. She really was a sub. She’d kind of hoped this wouldn’t work for her because all the “Sirs” and “Masters” got to her from time to time, but something had settled deep inside her.

Of course she only had him for a while.

She shoved that thought aside. She was living in the moment. That was where she always made her mistake. She reached for too much, wanted a stability no one could give her. Not really. Marriages didn’t have to be forever—most weren’t. Even some that lasted weren’t happy. What Will was offering her was honest.

And there was zero doubt that she wanted him.

She licked his cockhead. Long and thick, she could barely close her fingers around the stalk of his dick. She pumped as she drew the head inside her mouth, tasting the salt that dripped from the slit of his cock.

“That feels like heaven.” His hand found her hair and sank in. “You are awfully good at that, sweetheart.”

It was odd how those few words made her feel. Giving good head probably wasn’t something she wanted engraved on a plaque and mounted to her wall, but the knowledge that he liked what she was doing to him filled her with a need to do more. She could be good at this. They could be good together.

In bed. She had to remember to keep it to the bedroom.

She let her eyes drift up and saw Will watching. He was such a gorgeous beast of a man, with his dark eyes staring at the place where his cock sank inside her mouth.

“Take more.”

She took more. She worked slowly, methodically, not wanting to miss an inch of him. Though he was big, she was certain she could take him. In her mouth. In her pussy. Hell, the way she felt now she was ready to let him into her ass. Sex was different with him, better. She felt better.

“Cup my balls.” He was a bossy sort but then that was probably why he’d gone into the whole Dom thing.

She sucked and licked while she moved her hand to fondle his balls. The good doc obviously believed in a careful grooming routine, and she was so freaking happy she’d shaved before coming over here. She’d thought about him and carefully shaved her pussy, the optimist in her making a showing for once.

Will’s hands tightened in her hair, pulling at her. Even that sharpness felt good. He pulled her off his cock. “I can’t take anymore. I don’t want to come in your mouth, Bridget. I want to get inside. Let me get inside you.”

She got back on the bed, her hands shaking slightly. He was going to do it. He was going to roll a condom on and fuck her. She was going to be his for the night. He was going to be hers. Her third lover.

“Bridget? Are you afraid of me?”

She looked up to find him looming over her. His cock was erect, straining her way, and he’d rolled the condom on. Everything was ready except her heart. “I’m not afraid. I’m not. It’s just…it’s not as casual as I thought it would be.”

If he fucked her it would mean something to her. She could say it didn’t, but her soul would know.

He nodded and for a moment she thought he was going to turn and walk away. Fear seized her. She shouldn’t have said anything. Her big mouth always got her in trouble. Now it was going to cost her the weeks she could have spent with him.

“It’s not casual.” He climbed on the bed, spreading her legs wide. “Sweetheart, I can’t promise you forever, but I can tell you that the way I feel right now is not a casual thing.”

She would take it. It might not last forever, but she could have him now.

He settled between her legs, the heat of his body flowing over her. She loved the way his weight felt as he lowered his mouth down to cover her own.

He kissed her as she felt his cock at the entrance of her pussy. “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. While we’re together, let me take care of you.”

He kissed her again and she finally decided on a word. She’d been trying to find a word to describe how it felt when he kissed her. Hot. Aroused. They were there, but didn’t even begin to cover it.

Cherished. When he kissed her, she felt cherished.

“You feel so good.” He groaned against her mouth.

He pressed in, his cock invading and stretching her but in the most pleasant way.

He went up on his elbows, taking some of the weight off her. “Wrap your legs around me. I want to feel you around me.”

She hooked her legs around his waist and gasped as he gained another inch. His eyes were closed as he worked methodically, gently pressing in and pulling out. He was so careful it was driving her insane.

And then he was in. His cock filled her to bursting but she wouldn’t change anything. She tilted her hips up, trying to take more.

“Like I said before, you’re so fucking soft,” he said, looking down at her. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch. I couldn’t see you come before.”