Rescuing Melissa (ALPHA TEAM: Guardian Hostage Rescue Specialists)

28. Bedsheets

TWENTY-EIGHT

Bedsheets

MELISSA

Melissa twisted in the bedsheets, sleepy and satisfied for more than one reason. As frustrating as the shower had been with the sensual-turned-clinical body wash, she reveled in the languid exhaustion from what had been the best orgasm of her life. Her clit throbbed with the aftershocks of CJ and his amazing tongue. She rolled her eyes back, wanting more of that bliss.

More of him.

Scott had never taken her to such a soul-shattering height. He met her basic needs but had never made her fly apart. Scott saw it as a sign of failure if she didn’t orgasm during their lovemaking. But those brief twitches—she couldn’t call them orgasms—had been tiny blips of sensation, not the toe-curling, eye-rolling, whole body, come-apart orgasm that had been.

CJ was definitely not Scott.

Her stomach knotted with memories of her ex-husband’s touch. His murderous hands traveled her body both before and after his kills. She hadn’t known it then, but afterward, those gory memories fueled her nightmares.

“Hey.” CJ cupped her chin. “Are you all right?”

Her gaze cut to his chiseled body. Broad shoulders, biceps larger around than her legs, and ridges of muscle with V-cut indentations, which angled down to the potency of his masculinity. His hardened cock jutted before her, the head weeping with need.

Oh, the poor thing.

He’d done more than please her. CJ had ended a years’ long sexual drought. And she repaid him with thoughts of Scott. With a mental shove, she pushed Scott and her mental baggage to the back of her mind to focus on the man stretched out on her bed.

His eyes held such strength, and his arms brought such comfort. She could lose herself in him forever.

“Hey,” he said. “Are you going to answer me?”

He bent down and brushed her mouth with his lips, the slow, gentle press turning deeper with each pull of his breath. He took. She gave. It felt natural and easy, nothing like the forced intimacy with…Stop!

She wrapped her arms around CJ’s neck and lost herself within his embrace.

More of this was what she wanted, and wow, he knew how to kindle a blaze of fevered need. Heated lust spread through her body, and she hungered for more. The need to feel him inside of her, stretching her, and filling her up, made her hungry for a lick, a taste, and his touch everywhere. But, the lack of a simple piece of latex would keep them apart.

The things CJ had done. The way he’d taken control. He allowed her to lose herself in the moment. But that moment was gone with the flight of her thoughts. She’d been selfish too, leaving him hanging, but what if…? She gripped his cock.

“Holy fuck.” CJ jumped, and she released him, surprised by his reaction.

“I’m sorry. I just thought—” She thought what? To give a handjob to pay him back? Tit for tat? Did he want that?

Ugh, she had been out of this game for over a decade. The ridiculousness of the situation sank in. She was such an idiot. A soft laugh bubbled up and out. She really was a fool.

“What’s so funny?” The sternness in CJ’s voice turned her giggle into unadulterated laughter.

Ouch. Her incisions pinched with pain. Only a twinge, though. She didn’t hurt as much as she thought she should. Maybe CJ had magical healing hands? Or perhaps he relaxed her so much that she was beyond feeling pain?

“You.” She pointed at him. “You’re funny.”

“Me? What did I do?”

Melissa rolled to her side and faced him. She worried her lower lip, biting it to keep another round of laughter from spilling forth. “You jumped.”

“What?”

“I put my hand on your cock, and you practically leaped out of your skin.”

His brows drew together. “I did no such thing.” He glanced at her, a sheepish expression on his face. “Okay, maybe you startled me.”

Melissa cupped her head and leaned on her elbow. “Seriously, what kind of man doesn’t have a condom stashed in his wallet?”

He poked her shoulder. “The kind who isn’t fucking everything on two legs.” He rolled to his back. “It’s not like I woke up thinking today’s the day I’m getting laid.”

She ran her fingers over his abdomen and followed the faint line of hair up to his navel. Slowly, she drew a circle and watched his cock bob.

His breathing hitched. The heat of his body radiated in the space between them. She leaned forward and snuggled into the crook of his arm, placing her cheek against his chest. Her fingers wandered, heading down now, retracing her path. She inched closer to the V-cut groove cut into his abdomen and let her fingers find the dips and valleys of his musculature as they arrowed down to his heavy cock.

His body shuddered under the assault of her fingers.

“You know,” she said. “There are other things we can do.”

“Other things?” His throaty chuckle did things to her insides. Good things. Wonderful things she wanted to explore.

“Fun things.”

She stared at her hand, resting against his hip. Did she dare? Scott had always been particular about putting her hands or mouth on that part of him. Making love to his wife didn’t involve hand jobs or blow jobs. He saved those for the girls he fucked and then killed.

What would CJ think of her lack of oral skills?

She felt different with CJ. Bolder? Perhaps. More willing? Definitely. Things had never been like this with Scott. Ugh, she shouldn’t be thinking about her ex-husband when she was in bed with CJ.

“I don’t want you to think I’m an ungrateful lover.” She cupped his balls, and he rewarded her with a lusty groan.

“Your hands are magical things, darling.”

She turned her attention to his cock, stroking the long length of him. Her hand barely closed around his girth, which made her worry about what would happen when, or if, they ever had sex. How much would it hurt? Would he even fit inside?

“Don’t over-think it.” He wrapped his hand around hers. “Let me show you what I like.” The warmth of his hand folded around hers, his fingers overlapping hers as he showed how he liked to stroke himself.

The motion began as a gentle glide, then he fisted his hand around hers, forcing their combined grip harder. Slow turned needful and became relentless as he chased his orgasm and guided her efforts.

This was easily the most sensual moment in her life. A handjob turned into an erotic coupling of two souls.

She wanted to give him more.

“CJ,” she said, “I want to—”

The strain of his breathing surprised her, even as his hips rocked against her hand.

“So close,” he said. “Don’t you dare stop. Your hand feels fucking amazing.” A low groan escaped him as his hips bucked.

Her breathing hitched, and the tingle between her legs turned to a needy pulsation. CJ controlled her, showing her how to hold him, stroke him, and draw forth his pleasure. His openness to sex captivated her every breath. Her nipples tightened, his need infectious and overwhelming. But this was his moment. She had her orgasm.

Should she hide her reaction? The ache between her legs demanded release. She should straddle his lap and ride him until they were both exhausted. Nope, not until they had a condom. Would CJ allow such a thing? Scott never did.

She’d probably fumble and look ridiculous, but this, stroking CJ’s cock, she could do. And while Scott never allowed her to go down on him, she understood the mechanics of a blowjob.

CJ’s eyes pinched shut with his pleasure, breaths billowing out of his lungs with sharp exhalations.

She wriggled into a better position, never once letting go of his cock. Not that she could with his fingers fisted around hers. But she leaned over and took the head of his cock in her mouth. The salty tang of him hit the tip of her tongue.

“Holy fuck!” CJ stilled. “You should warn a guy.”

“Does that mean you don’t want me to…”

“Baby, if you’re going to put me in that mouth of yours…holy fuck.” He released the death grip on her hand, and with a sly smile, he laced his fingers behind his head. “I’m officially at your mercy.”

“My mercy?”

He closed his eyes. When she didn’t move, he opened one eye and peeked at her. “Are you going to make me beg?”

“I should,” she said with a half-hearted laugh, but she had no intention of making him beg. This was a gift she intended to give. “But since you saved my life, I’ll spare you the begging.”

“Good,” he said with relief, “but damn it, woman, a man can only take so much.”

Melissa bent again and stared at his cock. It was a natural reaction to kiss the crown and lick the slit. CJ groaned, and his body shivered. She opened her mouth and curled her lips over her teeth. Very few men enjoyed the scrape, or so she’d heard, but he was so big. Hopefully, he’d forgive a little teeth.

Instead of taking him in her mouth, she took him from the side, sliding her tongue over his ropy veins and tracing their path with short flicks of her tongue. CJ squirmed beneath her, his moans deepening, becoming guttural and needful. She lost herself in the joy of pleasing him and went to work.

There was no way she’d fit all of him in her mouth. She fisted the base of his shaft, applying the same amount of pressure he’d shown her during the handjob, and then she slid her mouth over the tip of his cock. His moans and sighs told her she wasn’t doing a bad job, but whether she was doing a good job remained to be seen. Each lick, and sweep of her tongue, brought forth more moans.

She had a man’s cock in her mouth, and as far as she could tell, he loved it. Now, how to bring this home? She did her best to take him, fighting against her gag reflex.

It took time to find a rhythm, but she learned how to coordinate her hand and mouth. The corners of her mouth hurt from stretching around his girth, and the muscles of her jaw ached. Dear Lord! Was she going to get a cramp in her jaw?

That thought had her giggling.

“Holy fuck, what was that?”

Oh, shit.

“Do that again.” The husky drawl of his voice surprised her. His accent was sexy, but with his need laced through it, his voice turned combustible. Her clit throbbed in response, needing something, anything.

Wanting him.

The head of his cock pulsed with each flick of her tongue. She couldn’t wait to feel him stretching her wide and taking her fully—damn condom.

She hit a spot on CJ’s cock and made him jerk.

A strangled cry erupted from his throat, and his fingers dug into her hair. Guess he was done being hands-off. She stroked that same spot again. His hips bucked, and his fingers dug into her scalp. No longer in control, he set the pace. It was all she could do to keep her mouth open, and her hand clamped around his shaft. If it weren’t for her hand, he’d be choking her with every thrust.

“More,” he growled. “Deeper.”

His command had her somehow taking him deeper while he guided her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought her gag reflex, desperate to make this as good for him as she could. He dug his fingernails into her scalp and moved her head according to his demanding rhythm.

And then he cried out. His hips thrust upward, and he pushed her head down, burying himself as deep as possible. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and then she felt his orgasm roll through his body, unstoppable and full of potent fury.

His hips bucked as she fought for air. His moans filled the darkness as he spent his need and then stilled. Then, he removed his hands from her hair as she licked his shaft. Melissa collapsed beside him and snuggled into the crook of his arm. She liked this spot.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” She couldn’t help the snarky comment.

His deep throaty laughter filled the room. “I’d say we’re even. Just wait until I buy that box of condoms.”

“What if I’m not interested?”

“Darling, you and I both know you’re dying to find out what happens next.” A rumble of laughter swept through his chest; the deep vibrations fluttered against her cheek.

She stilled at those words and then gasped when CJ rolled her to her back and spread her legs.

He grinned. “Time for round two.”

Her back arched, and her eyes rolled as the tip of his tongue stroked her clit.