Chapter Fourteen
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HIS WORDS HIT her like a punch to the gut, expelling all the air from her lungs. Every inch of her skin erupted in flames as she imagined his mouth on her, bringing her pleasure.
She wanted that. She wanted it more than anything she could think of.
The entire situation was out of control. There they were, arguing about him deciding what she did and didn’t deserve to know regarding her safety, and all she could think about was what his tongue would feel like between her legs. She was pretty sure he’d confirmed in a roundabout way that a powerful drug cartel had an agent operating from within the DEA. It was information that was vital not only to her safety and his club’s but also to national security.
Would he be gentle and slowly drive her out of her mind? Or would he bring her to a brutal orgasm, aggressive in his goal to make her come?
Nothing else mattered but the answer to that question.
She tried to regulate her breathing, but her heart raced so fast that she had no choice but to pant to keep up with its oxygen demand.
Her hands went to the elastic of her sweatpants near her hips.
I’m about to do something foolish.
“And if I give you that chance?”
But it will feel so good.
He froze. “Excuse me?”
Talia slipped her thumbs inside her waistband and shimmied the fabric down a fraction of an inch. Just enough to make her point known. Cool air hit her hip points, making her shiver. “If I give you the chance to taste me, then what?”
Pulse growled, literally growled, and her pussy dampened.
Who was this needy woman, and what had she done with the shark of an attorney who never gave a shit about having a man? She had a lovely collection of vibrators that got the job done without ordering her around or making demands beyond battery replacement.
But right then, all she could think about was Pulse touching her.
He walked toward her with slow, sure steps. Her breath caught in her lungs. The gleam in his eye was nothing short of predatory. Another shiver raced across her skin, this time a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
She stepped back, then again. Not to escape him but to find relief from her internal swirl of emotion. Her back hit the small refrigerator, ripping a gasp from her lungs.
Pulse smirked. He grabbed her wrist and tugged her hand from her pants, flattening her palm against the refrigerator. Then, he treated the other arm the same.
He stared at her, his gaze smoldering with so much intensity that it was almost impossible to maintain eye contact. Had a man ever looked at her with such raw desire? It was like he couldn’t survive one more minute without having her. That look made her skin tingle and soaked her pussy. It left her heart exposed and defenseless—two things she’d fought hard against and the reason all her previous relationship attempts failed.
Pleasure was on its way, and she wanted it so badly, but this was more than physical release. Could she survive the emotional vulnerability riding shotgun to the pleasure?
He replaced her hands with his own, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants. Talia didn’t move her palms from where they pressed into the refrigerator.
“Yes?”
Her heart stuttered in her chest. It’d been hurt before, smashed to smithereens. The thick scars she’d developed prevented anyone from accessing it for years. Not family, friends, and certainly not men she hardly knew. The way it beat so hard felt as though it was preparing her to run, to flee before Pulse could damage it.
He stroked his thumbs over her hip points, and goosebumps erupted up her torso.
Her heart might be afraid, but her long-neglected body wanted this enough to defy caution. Then, her brain was stuck in the middle, and she was conflicted about which way to go.
“Tal?” Another of those sensual brushes of his thumbs had her trembling.
God, the way his eyes burned for her.
Suddenly, she couldn’t stand another second without his hands on her.
Her throat had dried up, so she nodded.
“C’mon, counselor,” he said, voice lower and rumbling. “You know how important words are.”
Shit, he was right, and the fact that he wanted explicit consent made her stomach flutter along with the ache between her legs. “Yes. God, Pulse, yes.”
He immediately dropped to his knees, taking the sweats and her simple black bikini panties down to her ankles.
Instructions weren’t needed. She stepped out of her clothes and placed her bare feet back on the floor. Thank God she had a pedicure two days earlier.
Pulse rose high on his knees, putting his face in line with her sex. Another wave of thanks rolled through her, this time for the Brazilian she’d had after the pedicure. She wanted to look good for him. She wanted him to like what he saw. She wanted him to want her.
Maybe even more once this was over.
Terrifying.
His forehead hit her lower belly, and he inhaled her scent.
Heat flared from where their skin touched. It was such an intimate position. She’d have been mortified any other time with any other man, but all she could do was pray he wouldn’t stop.
He gripped the outside of her hips, jerking her pelvis forward. Talia adjusted her feet and bent her knees to help him get his desired angle.
There it was again—the feeling of vulnerability, but this time, physically, along with her emotions. He met her gaze, and his dark smile promised mind-melting pleasure.
And then the man got to work.
Talia gasped as he kissed her right above her clit. Then, another on the side of her mound. And another. Little teasing kisses that had her pussy fluttering with need and made her groan in frustration.
“Pulse…” she whined, voice breathy.
He chuckled against her skin but still didn’t give her what she wanted.
“Yeah? Something you need?” he asked as he nudged her with his nose, then blew on her sensitive skin.
Her face was burning. Hell, her entire body erupted in flames. “You know. Stop teasing me.”
He glanced up with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Make me.”
Her breath caught in her lungs. Make him? How? Should she grab his head and shove it against her pussy?
Shit! Yes, I should.
He wanted that. He liked her strong and assertive. That’s how she was in her everyday life. Only here did her insecurities and issues take over. But she’d been the one to kiss him, and he claimed to like that. The hardness she’d felt against her stomach confirmed it.
She peeled a trembling hand off the cool metal and sifted it through his short hair. Like a jungle cat’s purr, a rumble rolled off him.
His soft hair slid through her fingers until she closed her fist, gripping the strands hard.
“That’s right,” he rumbled. “Show me what you want. Show me how you take care of yourself.”
Before her stunned brain could find a shred of rationality, she yanked him to her pussy. Her damp thighs burned with the effort of holding a semi-squat against the fridge, but it allowed him easy access.
He sealed his mouth over her and speared his tongue inside without any warmup. Sharp pleasure, almost unbearable, had her curling forward. She held his head against her with a firm grip as she rocked her pelvis forward, fucking herself on his tongue.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she chanted as that gifted mouth wreaked havoc on her nerve endings.
He pulled out of her pussy, dragging his tongue through her folds up to her clit where he licked with gentle flicks. For one second, she mourned the loss of his tongue inside her, but it felt so incredible on her sensitive clit that she could only moan and continue to thrust against his face. Her quads screamed for relief, and she fought to keep them working, but when he sucked her clit between his lips, she lost the battle.
“Pulse,” she cried as her knees gave out, and she slid down.
The man didn’t miss a beat.
He kept his head buried in her sex as he clutched her hips and helped lower her to the floor. Her ass hit the floor with a soft thump. Pulse scooted back effortlessly, never breaking rhythm as though he’d choreographed this entire dance.
He kept eating her out, and she kept clinging to his hair.
Her legs, which had turned to Jell-O, splayed wide. He cupped her ass, holding her against his ravenous mouth even as she kept him pressed there. The poor man probably needed a breather, but she couldn’t command her fingers to loosen their grip.
Thinking became impossible. All she could do was slump there against the refrigerator as the hottest man she knew pleasured her with his mouth. Every lick, suck, and scrape of his stubble against her flesh had her insides spiraling tighter.
He held her ass so tight she’d have marks tomorrow. Yesterday, that would have been unimaginable, but now she wanted it and craved the bruises to remind her how this man had feasted.
She moaned as a wave of ecstasy washed over her. She was drunk on pleasure, suspended in a state she could live in forever, yet she wanted to come just as much.
How had she lived thirty-two years without this?
He guided his tongue back inside her, and her eyes nearly crossed. A flash of him working something bigger, thicker inside her came to mind, and that was all she needed to send her into the stratosphere.
Her back arched off the refrigerator as sensation exploded through her. She shouted, shook, and probably gave Pulse a bald spot as she lost control of her strength. She squeezed her eyes shut and rode out an orgasm so powerful it eclipsed any she’d previously experienced. The waves seemed to go on forever and not nearly long enough.
Eventually, her muscles fatigued, and she sagged against the refrigerator in a sated, gooey slump. Then she realized she still had a hand in Pulse’s hair, though she couldn’t grip it tight any longer. Instead, she flexed and extended her fingers, running her nails through his scalp.
He groaned, then lifted his head, meeting her gaze.
Her hand fell away, heavy and weakened.
Pulse’s cheeks were flushed. His eyes were heavy and satisfied. His hair stood on end, and his lips glistened with evidence of how much she’d enjoyed herself. He looked wrecked, even though she’d been the one to come her brains out.
Slowly, as though he knew his effect on her, he licked his lips clean. He hummed as though she was a treat he’d been dying for.
She owed him something. A thank you or praise—a return of the epic favor—but she was hypnotized in place by his stare. “Pulse… I…” What? What on earth did she say now?
I don’t usually act like this.
Can you come back and do that to me every day?
It’s been a while, but want me to suck your cock?
Please don’t hurt me.
He pushed to all fours and crawled toward her like a jungle cat. Her breath caught as he brought his lips to her ear.
“You are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”
His breath wafted over her ear’s sensitive skin, eliciting a run of goosebumps down her neck. She’d just had a massive orgasm. How was it possible to already want more?
“Pulse.” She turned her head, and their lips brushed.
He sat back on his heels and held out a hand. “C’mon, let’s get off the floor. I think it’s past time I fill you in on what I learned this week.”
“Really? But what about… you?”
He smirked. “Next time.”
She frowned. “Wait, really?” What man turned down an orgasm? And why? Did it mean he didn’t really want her? Oh God, did he get her off out of pity because she’d thrown herself at him last night?
“Stop,” he said, eyes narrowing. Then he tapped the side of her head. “I can hear the gears grinding. Turn off that big, sexy brain.”
“I just want you to feel good too.”
Her face flamed. Had she really said that out loud? This was why she avoided men. Something about them made a typically intelligent, rational woman turn stupid. It was the climax. Orgasms that spectacular did something to the brain. They erased all sense of self-preservation and logic and turned her into a stereotype.
Gross.
And yet, she still wanted him to be happy with her.
“You think I don’t feel good? Talia, I wanted a taste of your pussy, and I got it. I wanted to feel you come all the fuck over my tongue, and that’s exactly what I got. I couldn’t feel any fucking better right now.”
Holy crap. No man had ever spoken to her like that before with such raw, honest sexual appreciation.
She loved it.
“Okay then,” she said as some of her usual grit returned. “Guess you owe me some explanations.”
Pulse grinned. “I’m ready to take the stand, counselor.”