Chapter 15 Mia #2
“Oh, darlin’,” he breathes against my temple. “That’s my good girl.”
I’m still coming down, still trying to remember how to breathe, when he withdraws his fingers and drops to his knees.
I blink down at him, dazed. “What—”
“I need to taste you.” He shoves my dress up around my waist, exposing me completely, and the look on his face is almost reverent.
“Been thinking about this all evening, every evening, ever since I first laid eyes on you.” His heated gaze drops, and I feel his eyes burning me.
“Just look at that gorgeous cunt. It needs to be worshipped.”
Before I can respond, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and buries his face between my thighs.
The first stroke of his tongue makes me cry out.
My back hits the glass barrier—that thin sheet of nothing between me and a thousand-foot drop—and I should be terrified, but I’m not.
I can’t be, not when his mouth is on me, his tongue licking broadly, so hard and wet, before circling my oversensitive clit.
Not when his hands are gripping my arse, holding me in place while he devours me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Oh God—oh fuck—Nate—”
He groans against me, the vibration making me jerk, and then he’s sucking my clit into his mouth, and I’m a goner.
The second orgasm hits even harder than the first, ripping through me with an intensity that makes my vision blurry.
I’m vaguely aware I’m screaming his name, both his names, that my fingers are fisted in his hair, that I’m grinding against his face like a woman possessed.
It should be embarrassing, but it’s not.
It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.
I don’t ever want it to stop.
And he doesn’t stop.
“One more,” he growls against my skin, his breath so hot. “Give me one more, darlin’.”
“I can’t—it’s too much—”
“You can.” He slides two fingers back inside me, crooking them against a spot that makes me see stars. “You will.”
He attacks my clit with renewed determination, his tongue relentless, his fingers pumping, and I feel the third wave building impossibly fast. My legs are shaking.
My whole body is shaking. The glass barrier creaks ominously behind me, and I don’t care—don’t care if it breaks, don’t care if I fall—because nothing matters except the devastating pleasure of his mouth and hands.
“Come,” he orders. “Come for me now.”
I obey.
This orgasm is different—deeper, longer, rolling through me in endless waves that leave me boneless and barely conscious. I’m making sounds I don’t recognize, animalistic sounds, and when he finally pulls away and rises to his feet, I nearly collapse.
He catches me easily, gathering me against his chest.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against my hair. “I’ve got you, darlin’.”
I cling to him, trembling, trying to process what just happened. Three orgasms. He gave me three orgasms in the span of ten minutes, and I’m barely standing. My legs feel like jelly, and my brain feels like it’s been liquefied. I have never, ever felt anything like this.
I want it again and again.
And he does too.
Something hard presses against my hip. His dress pants are still on. He still hasn’t taken anything for himself; he’s only been giving, and suddenly, I want to give him something back, want to make him feel even a fraction of what he just made me feel.
Besides, I’ve always wanted to do this.
I slide out of his arms and drop to my knees.
His breath catches. “Mia—”
“Fair’s fair.” My fingers find his fly and undo the top button. “You’ve had your taste. Now, I want mine.”
“You don’t have to—” he says, his voice hitching.
“I want to.” I look up at him through my lashes as I tug down his zipper. “I really want to. Let me.”
He doesn’t argue.
I free him from his trousers, and my eyes go wide. I knew he was big—I’ve felt it pressed against me enough times tonight—but seeing it is something else entirely. Long and thick and already leaking from the tip, it’s straining toward me like it knows exactly where it wants to be.
He’s fucking perfect.
I wrap my hand around the base, and he groans, his hips jerking involuntarily. God, he’s soft, so damn soft and hard at once.
“I’ve been thinking about this too,” I admit. “Your cock in my mouth.”
“Fuck, Mia—”
I lean forward and lick the tip, salt and skin that makes my tastebuds dance. He makes a strangled sound, his hand flying to my hair, and I take that as encouragement to take him deeper.
I don’t know what I’m doing, not really.
I’ve read about this in romance novels, watched porn, imagined it in my more desperate moments, but the reality is messier and wetter and so much better than anything I imagined.
The weight of him on my tongue. The sounds he makes when I suck.
The way his fingers tighten in my hair like he’s holding on for dear life.
It makes me feel uniquely powerful to take a man like Vanguard, a super soldier, a superhero, and have him at my mercy.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Just like that. Take more—fuck, your mouth feels incredible—”
I take him as deep as I can, relaxing my throat the way I’ve read you’re supposed to, and he swears viciously. His hips are moving now, shallow thrusts that push him deeper, testing my gag reflex, and I look up to find him watching me with an expression of wrecked wonder.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he rasps. “Prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Gonna make me come—gonna—”
He pulls back abruptly, his cock slipping free of my lips with an obscene pop. I make a sound of protest.
“Not yet.” He’s breathing hard, his chest heaving. “Not like this. I want to be inside you when I come. Want to feel that tight little cunt wrapped around me—“
“Nate.” The word comes out broken. “I should tell you something.”
He pauses, concern flickering across his face. “What is it?”
I can’t look at him. My cheeks are burning, which is ridiculous after everything we just did, and I focus on his chest instead.
“I’m a virgin.”
Silence.
I risk a glance up and find him staring at me with a bewildered expression.
“Say that again,” he says slowly.
“I’ve never—” I swallow, feeling so embarrassed. “No one’s ever…”
“No one’s ever fucked you?”
The words make my squeeze my thighs together, despite everything.
“No.”
Another beat of silence. Then, his eyes darken, becoming almost predatorial.
“How?” he demands. “How is that possible? You’re—you’re fucking gorgeous. Men must throw themselves at you.”
And they’d die if they got too close.
“It’s complicated,” I say, hoping he’s satisfied with that. “People don’t get too close to me.”
He stares at me for a long moment, and I can tell he’s trying to fit puzzle pieces together. I know the last thing he’d ever think is the truth, and yet, he probably thinks I’m hiding something.
But instead of pushing, he reaches down and cups my face in his hands, tilting it up to meet his gaze.
“You’re telling me,” he says slowly, “that no one has ever touched you like I just did?”
“No.”
“No one’s ever made you come?”
“Only me and my vibrator.”
“No one’s ever had their mouth on that perfect pussy?”
I shake my head, barely able to breathe.
The sound he makes is almost animalistic—a growl of pure, possessive satisfaction that rumbles through his chest.
“Good.” He pulls me to my feet, his hands finding my waist. “Then I’m going to be your first everything.”
His mouth crashes into mine, and I can taste myself on his lips. It should be strange, but it’s not. It’s perfect. It’s…symbolic. It’s—
His watch buzzes.
He ignores it, kissing me harder, his hands sliding down to grip my arse.
It buzzes again. Again.
“Fucking hell,” he growls against my mouth.
“Is that—”
“Emergency alert.” He pulls back, checking the screen with murder in his eyes. “Apartment fire. Fire chief is requesting backup.”
My stomach drops. “You have to go.”
“I don’t want to go.” He looks genuinely pained, his jaw tight, his eyes blazing with frustrated desire. “I want to stay here and make you scream my name until you forget every other word you know.”
“But people need you.”
“You need me.”
“I’m not going to die if you leave.” I manage a shaky smile. “Those people will if you don’t.”
He stares at me for a long moment, his expression warring between duty and want. Then, he exhales heavily and presses his forehead against mine.
“This isn’t over,” he says roughly. “Not even close. You understand me?”
“I understand.”
“I’m going to come back for you, and when I do, I’m going to finish what we started.” His hand finds my chin, tilting my face up. “Every. Last. Inch.”
I shiver.
He kisses me once more—hard, wet, a promise of things to come—and then he’s pulling away, buttoning up his shirt and pulling his special gloves from his back pocket and putting them on.
Even though he’s not in his V suit, he’s already changed, Vanguard again before my eyes.
The transformation is jarring. One moment, he’s the man who just had his face between my thighs; the next he’s America’s superhero, off to literally rescue people from a burning building.
“Danny will bring the car,” he says, already moving toward the edge of the rooftop. “Stay here. Don’t move.”
“What if I get cold?”
He pauses long enough to grab his jacket from the ground and drape it around my shoulders. It smells like him—cedar and whiskey and sex.
“I’ll warm you up when I get back,” he says, and then he’s gone, launching himself into the sky, a dark shape against the glittering city.
I stand alone on the rooftop, his jacket wrapped around me, the wind whipping my hair, the taste of him still on my lips.
What the hell just happened?
I kissed someone, and they didn’t die.
The wind cuts through his jacket, but I don’t feel it. I’m standing very still, the way you do when something lands on you that might be a butterfly or might be a bomb, and you don’t know which one it is.
I came three times from another person’s touch. I was about to lose my virginity to my surveillance target on a rooftop in Manhattan.
And now, I’m standing here in a ruined dress, my mission completely and utterly compromised.
This is fine, I tell myself. It’s just physical. I’m allowed to have fun and get off. I’m just using him to get closer. It doesn’t mean anything.
But even as I think it, I know it’s becoming a lie.
Somewhere out there, Vanguard is saving lives. Being a hero. Doing the job I’m supposed to be investigating him for.
I pull his jacket tighter around my shoulders and wait.