Covert Game (GhostWalkers #14)

“Silly man. Not who. What. Bananas and cucumbers are the only thing I had, so I made do. Hopefully I learned. I was all about learning to please my man.”

She was going to kill him. He wasn’t surviving this woman. He caught the back of her head and guided her once more onto his cock. “Need more, baby.” His princess looked more than royal, with her hot little body and a mouth full of his cock. She was the kind of woman a man wanted to keep in his life and if he didn’t, he was just plain fucked-up. Gino knew her worth and he wasn’t about to ever be that fuckup. He was going to make certain she came first for him.

Then he couldn’t think any more. Every altruistic thought left his head as she began to move on him, her mouth so hot and tight that he swore streaks of fire were running from his groin to his spine, racing up to his brain and down to his toes. His fingers gripped her hair harder, fisting there, guiding her now, his hand working with hers.

He could feel her fingers digging into the muscles of his butt, pulling him into her, while her mouth tightened and her tongue stroked and danced. Then he was there, hitting the back of her throat, and she fought to control her gag reflex. She managed and he didn’t pull her off as he held himself in paradise for a few heartbeats longer before he let her have air.

“What kind of book taught you this? And don’t fuckin’ try to answer.” He was already making it impossible, pushing deep into that hot, wet world of pure pleasure. He loved watching himself disappear into her mouth, watching her wet lips stretch and her eyes widen as he fed his cock to her.

She was doing things he’d never experienced, things no doubt she’d read in books, but they were driving him right out of his mind. He’d had blowjobs, many of them, but nothing like this. He had no idea if it was because he was already so far gone on her or because she really was that good. And it was that fucking good. Any more and he was going to blow.

“Have to stop, baby, or you’re going to be swallowing, and most women aren’t down for that.” He couldn’t quite pull her off him. He should. He knew he should, but he couldn’t.

She didn’t stop, and all that pent-up seed, despite the many times he’d relieved himself in the shower, came boiling up like a fucking volcano and he blew big. Blasted like rockets. She did her best as he pumped long ropes in her mouth. She took it too, his woman, swallowing him down as if he was feeding her candy. It was sexy as hell to him, seeing his seed sliding out of her mouth and down her chin.

“Gentle,” he cautioned when her mouth still suckled. He was more sensitive than he’d ever been.

She followed his warning carefully, her mouth gliding over him as his cock relaxed, although he wasn’t as sated as he thought he’d be. She was too damned sexy, and what she’d just done for him was the most amazing gift she could have given him. He was going to find that book, frame it and put it on the wall.

He eased his hands out of her hair. “You okay?” His fingers found his seed on her mouth and chin, scooped it up and fed it to her. She obeyed his silent command and licked his fingers clean. “Need to know, princess, are you okay?”

She nodded, her gaze still on his. “Was it good for you?” There was anxiety in her eyes, in her voice. She didn’t have a clue.

“Holy fucking mother, woman, what do you think? I’ve never had anything so good, and it was your first time.”

She smirked. “I practiced a lot.”

“What else did you practice?”

“I tried to smuggle all of us toys, you know, vibrators so we could feel what it was like, but I got caught. I spent two weeks in solitary for that one.”

“That man was a bastard.” He handed her a bottle of water and watched her throat work. “You ever try to deep throat one of your substitutes? Relax your throat and swallow it? Hold it there for a minute or so?”

She nodded. “It’s harder than you think it might be. I practiced that a lot too. Bellisa or Shylah would convince my guard I needed bananas when I was in solitary to keep my blood sugar up. I was there quite often until I got better at smuggling contraband, so I didn’t have a lot of other things to do.”

He let out a groan. “Woman, you’re killing me. We’re going to get some contraband and I’ll show you all kinds of things we can do with it. I like the idea of watching you get yourself off with a vibrator. Or me getting you off with one while you practice that deep-throating technique. The images you’re putting in my head are never going to go away.”

“Good images, I hope.” There was that smirk again, but she deserved to smirk.

“Better than good. I’m going to do something with you that I bet you haven’t tried.” He waited until she drank the full bottle of water. “Lie on your back. If anything hurts, you tell me immediately, understand, baby? We’ll find another position, we won’t stop, so don’t think that and be stoic. This isn’t about pain, it’s all about pleasure.”

Zara swallowed hard, her heart accelerating out of control. He looked so powerful. All those muscles. Without clothes, she could see every muscle in his body—and he had a lot of them. Part of her was excited to see what was going to happen, and another part of her was filled with trepidation. She lay back slowly and found she had to shade her eyes against the sun when she tried to look at him. That gave her the impression of the mask, his face dark, the shadow on his jaw pronounced, his eyes so black they gleamed at her like a marauder’s.

He pulled her thighs apart, fingers tight on her skin, not letting her move once he created space for his body. When he slipped between her legs, he lay on his belly and used his shoulders as a wedge to keep her thighs apart. Her breath caught in her throat. She wasn’t certain she could actually pull air into her lungs.

“Gino?” She needed reassurance. Fear skittered down her spine. She loved doing things to him, but wasn’t so certain how she was supposed to react when he did things to her. She’d read about that too, but even when she touched herself, nothing huge had happened. Now she felt totally vulnerable.

“Trust me, Zara. Just give yourself to me and relax. Let me show you how good this can be.”

His tone was that strange dark one that both mesmerized and compelled her to do whatever he asked. She took a deep breath and allowed herself to sink into a place where she felt free to turn everything over to him. It was such a dichotomy, the fact that she could be afraid and yet feel safe with him. Maybe fear wasn’t the right word; maybe it was trepidation, because she didn’t know what was coming.

Her sex clenched the moment his gaze went from her eyes to her body. Just the expression on his face sent liquid heat moving inside her. He looked feral, more savage than human. She loved that particular expression, especially since his features were stamped with pure possession. The lines in his face were sensual, purely carnal, lust mingling with hunger and need. She liked that she was his and that he thought of her that way.

She felt his breath first and her entire body jumped. Air rushed from her lungs. She felt the hard bristles along his jaw move up her thigh, first one side and then the other until desire danced up her legs and filled her core. Soft kisses on the insides of her thighs drove her wild. Stinging nips, soothed by his tongue sent jagged shock waves whipping through her body. Then his mouth was on her and he was devouring her, as if she was the finest, most exotic candy in his world.