3. Warner #3
Trapping her face between my hands, I slam my lips on hers with enough force to shove every last alarm bell sounding in my mind into a quiet corner. Right now, all I want is her dirty mouth surrendering to mine.
As I furiously devour her sweetness, my tongue thrusts aggressively past her lips. I want to be gentle and enjoy each precious touch, but she’s pushed me over the edge. The tension she’s built has destroyed any hope I had of avoiding this huge, glaring mistake.
Ember meets me stroke for stroke, taking my anguished battering without complaint as her tongue lashes back against mine. I move one of my hands to grasp her right breast, taking the mound in my palm and squeezing like she did.
Silken skin pebbles under my touch as I roll her nipple between my fingertips. At my teasing pinch, another moan spills from her chest, making my painfully stiff dick twitch.
Teeth pressing into my lip, she nips at me in a plea for more. Such a greedy, dirty angel. I don’t know if I can hold myself back much longer with her pulsing cunt still sliding over my shaft.
Dammit, I want to rip her panties open so I can shove myself deep inside her. But I can’t rush this. Not after all this time. I want to take my time savouring her essence, taking her slowly and fully so I can finally claw her infection from my brain cells.
Maybe then I can let her go.
Right. Because that’s fucking likely.
Finding her damp panties, I ease the elastic over her hips, encouraging her to strip off. Ember lifts herself off my lap to discard the soaked cotton, exposing her bare body to me. I take the opportunity to shift down the bed until I’m flat on my back.
“Bring that gorgeous pussy to me, Ember,” I order curtly. “Quickly.”
“Where?”
“I want you to come here and ride my face.”
Eyes that shift between brilliant azure and gunmetal grey appraise me. I can’t decide if she looks surprised or excited. Crooking a finger, I gesture for her to move faster.
“Bring it to me. Now.”
She responds to my demands like I have direct access to her mind, and all it takes is one plucked string to bend her will. I noticed it before when I showed her my more dominant side, but as she crawls up my body now, it’s clear I have to be firm with the spitfire.
“That’s it, love. Sit that greedy cunt down. I’m going to feast on you.”
Placing her toned thighs on the pillow either side of my head, Ember hovers above me. I’m granted the perfect view of her dripping pink heat before she sinks down, then her pleasure rushes over my face.
I flick my tongue out, dragging it over her wet folds. Salty sweetness bursts across my senses, pouring from her soaking core. She’s wildly turned on. Tasting the evidence of how much she wants me only adds to the ache tearing me up inside.
“Oh,” she moans languidly.
Swiping my tongue over her clit, I repeatedly lavish the tight bundle of nerves. Her hips quickly jerk, beginning to undulate above me as she rocks in time to each broad stroke of my tongue.
“Yes! Warner, fuck. More.”
Grabbing the globes of her ass, I encourage her to move. She can suffocate me with her cunt for all I care. As long as I make her explode with ecstasy first. I want those juices coating my entire face.
Back and forth, her pussy thrusts against my mouth, allowing me to lick and suck her clit with each rotation. Short pants for air let me dive back in every time she sinks down on me for another hit.
“Yes… Oh God. Yes. Please, more.”
Gripping an ass cheek, I guide her thrusts as I push my tongue inside her tight hole. Entering her heat feels like nirvana, but it pales in comparison to the deliciously wanton mewl she offers in response.
I could come just from the sweet, salty taste of her excitement on my tongue. The feel of her cunt sliding on my face as she uses me for her pleasure. The sexy weight of her body trapping me in utter subjugation.
Raising an arm, I reach over her thigh to locate the apex between her thighs. While I tongue-fuck her hole, my thumb quickly bears down on her nub, causing her to spasm above me.
“Yes! Warner!”
That’s it. Say my name, love.
Swirling spit and come over her clit, I’m playing that fibrous bean like it’s my favourite instrument and I’m a one-man band performing just for her. She’s so vocal. Her cries are going to haunt me until my dying day, I swear.
Ember starts to quake above me, wavering each time I lap at her heated core. My fingers are digging so deep into her ass cheek, I’m sure she’ll have a bruise to match the bite I left on her throat.
The trembling increases until I feel her walls clamp around my pulsing tongue. She’s riding my face like it’s nobody’s business and moaning so loud, a distant part of me wonders if Hyland can hear what we’re doing in here. A less distant part hopes he can.
She was mine first.
Drawing back the hand I’ve clamped on her ass, I smack it hard into the cheek. Ember jolts from the impact, her cries reaching a fever pitch as the pain from the spank spreads throughout her synapses. God, she’s hot. So damn sexy it’s killing me.
With another loud wail, Ember detonates. Her pussy tightens into a vice, and warmth gushes over my tongue, chin and face. Every part of her shakes, weight sagging as she nearly cuts off my ability to breathe.
I keep eating her out until I’m certain her orgasm has been stretched to the limit. Gently easing her hips back an inch gives me space to suck in air while watching her come down from the high.
Ember shakily braces over me, her tits shuddering with each lungful she inhales. Two blueish-grey gems watch me lick the fluids from my lips, enjoying every drop I’ve earned.
Her pupils are so comically wide, I can see the deep caverns even in the low, dawning light. The final flecks of my sanity are sucked into those black holes then vanish from existence.
“Don’t ever doubt how much I want you,” I rasp while licking up her mess. “How much I’ve always wanted you, Em. Why do you think I never stopped looking for you?”
“Because… saving people is what you do.”
Running my hand between her breasts, down her stomach and around to clasp her waist, I pull her down so I can kiss her again.
“Not this time,” I whisper into her mouth. “I’ve always been yours.”
Seizing me in another passionate kiss, Ember steals away my confession before I dare take it back. She scurries the truth away with her lips and tongue, stealing her own essence from my mouth.
“Then take me,” she demands.
Staring into her eyes, I’m ready to throw any remaining rationality aside and flip her over so I can push my cock into her when a loud bang emanates from the room next door. Cursing quickly follows.
Startling, Ember looks over her shoulder. “Is Hyland here?”
“In his room.”
“Jesus. He probably heard us.”
“I like to think so.”
“Warner!” She gapes at me.
“What? He’s had his paws on what doesn’t belong to him.”
The cursing grows louder along with the sound of thudding footsteps. I think I hear Hyland toss my bedroom door open across the hall before he growls, then a fist hammers on Ember’s door.
“Warner! Ember!”
There’s no warning before the solid wood is thrown open. Hyland’s broad shoulders brush the doorframe when he storms in, hitting the light switch to illuminate the room.
“We’ve got an upd?—”
His voice halts.
Still straddling my chest, splayed over me with her whole naked body clearly on display, Ember meets Hyland’s stunned stare. His brows almost disappear into his headful of shoulder-length, dirty-blonde hair.
“An update?” Ember questions urgently.
“Uh…”
“What update, Hyland? What is it?”
I’ve never seen the big guy speechless before. If it wasn’t because I’ve been caught on the verge of fucking our newest team member—an act I threatened to castrate him for if I caught him doing it—this situation would be funny.
When his initial surprise wears off, Hyland’s expression grows positively stormy. He glowers so fiercely at me, I’m almost glad I have Ember still sitting on me, acting as a human shield.
“Is this why you wanted to come in here?” he rumbles.
“What update?” I ask calmly.
“You threatened me with no less than?—”
“Fuck,” Ember cusses in a rush. “The update, Hyland!”
“Madden,” he huffs. “He’s got a lead.”
“Shit. Clothes. I need clothes.”
Ember clambers off me, inelegantly climbing from the mattress to begin searching for clothing. Her breasts bounce with the movement, dragging Hyland’s hard stare from me to her bare limbs.
With a random t-shirt clasped in hand, Ember notices him looking and freezes. “See something you like?”
“Maybe.” His hungry eyes roam over her. “Just didn’t know we were allowed to see it.”
“We’re not,” I rebuke.
“Then care to explain why I had to hear our teammate screaming your fucking name while you ate her like a meal?”
Jaw clenching, I don’t respond.
“Well?” he prompts.
Ember yanks the t-shirt on to cover up then approaches Hyland. His gaze leaves me to peer down at her with pinched olive eyes.
“What’s the lead?”
“I don’t know. He’s sent us a location.”
Jolting upright, I struggle to shift to the edge of the bed. “He’s not at HQ?”
Hyland merely shrugs. “Evidently not.”
I scrub the back of my hand over my mouth. “Shit. Give me five minutes to clean up.”
Ember rushes through pulling the rest of her clothes on, Hyland never taking his eyes off her. She eventually gives him a glance while pulling a pair of socks on her feet.
“What?”
He harrumphs after a sly look shot my way. “You’re riding up front with me.”