Chapter 21

Chapter

Twenty-One

GRACE

A s he had with the kiss earlier, Voodoo didn’t wait for me to answer. After turning off the water, he carried me right out of the shower. He only paused to grab a couple of towels and his gun. The sudden pound of my heart seemed inordinately loud.

I’d never been in the arms of a man holding a gun. Not even for a shoot. In no way should it be as erotic as this felt. My skin was hot all over, the water and Voodoo having erased any sense of chill from my flesh. In the main hotel room again, it hit me that I barely knew this man and I already trusted him.

At least with my body.

The thoughts evaporated as he set me down carefully on the bed. I was going to get the whole thing wet, but all he did was spread out a towel on the cover and then another on the pillow he moved. Another shiver went through me at the assessing look in his eyes.

“I want one promise out of you, Firecracker before we go a step further.”

Disappointment crashed through me. The clenching in my pussy and the raw need flooding my veins wasn’t interested in negotiating anything. I wanted a quick and dirty fuck. Or a slow and dirty fuck. I just wanted to fuck him and feel only him.

At this angle, I was eye to cock and I had to lick my lips. It was so tempting to just lean forward and suck his tip between my teeth. Would his skin be salty? Or more savory? Would the hairs at the base tease me? Or get caught in my teeth? A litany of ridiculous thoughts cascaded through me and then I had to wonder if his cock could reach the back of my throat.

I didn’t doubt he could, I’d swallowed my share of cocks before. Voodoo’s was damn sight larger than anything I’d touched in the last couple of years. Maybe even the last four years.

The question I should be asking was could I handle him at that size. My jaw wasn’t exactly large. Sucking in a breath, I gripped the bed rather than reach for his dick. He wasn’t touching without permission, I wouldn’t either. Skimming my gaze along him, I found him waiting patiently.

Oh. Shit. I’d forgotten to answer.

“I’m listening,” I said in a low, needy voice that barely resembled mine. The man had barely touched me and all I could think about was how it would feel when he thrust all of him into me.

I wanted to know what that was like…

“If you want to stop at any point, I don’t care if my dick is in you balls deep, you say something. I will stop.”

The words registered slowly as did the tense way he spoke, like he was still keeping himself firmly under control. His voice had gone deeper, huskier.

“I mean it,” he said in a tone that demanded obedience. “You will tell me. If you get scared, or uneasy, or I’m hurting you… you will tell me to stop. Do you understand?”

A part of me wanted to fire back that I wasn’t a child, and that I’d heard him the first time. Another part of me wanted to push him. He didn’t get to tell me what I could or couldn’t do. The rest of me? It just wanted him and if agreeing to something I didn’t think I’d need?

“Yes, I understand.”

He cupped my face in his huge hands. Everything about this man was so damn big. “Good girl,” he murmured before he brushed his lips over mine. It was a there and gone again kiss. Then another. And another. “Such a good girl for me, Firecracker.”

I wanted more, but even when I tried to chase his lips, he withdrew.

“Soon, Firecracker. Now, I want you to lay back, carefully, I’ll help.”

Why would I need help? Yet as he eased me backwards, lowering me with agonizing tenderness, I raised my arms intending to grip his shoulders and help but the pinch hit as my elbows rose above my sternum.

“Fuck,” I swore at the hot slice of pain.

“I’m working on it,” Voodoo said, amused. “You good?”

“No,” I admitted. “I hate that I can’t raise my hands without feeling that slice and then it reminds me that they put a tag in me that we had to cut out.”

I was lying against the bed now, all my damp hair on the pillow and my back against the towel.

“Then don’t raise your arms,” he cautioned. “If you want to touch something on me, let me come to you.”

With the lightest of fingers, he traced a line from my shoulder to my hip.

“For now, though, I want you to lie here and take everything I’m going to do until you come or say stop.” Sensual promise kissed every single word. While his gaze remained on me, he stroked his finger over my hip bone then across to the naked mound of my pussy.

Laser was expensive, hurt like hell at times, and left my skin smooth and unblemished. It also avoided the ingrown hairs after a wax. He drew a slow circle with his fingers.

“I like this,” he said. “Never seen a cunt so smooth and completely bare.” He followed the line along my cunt, tracing the lips to find them equally smooth. For some reason, his fascination and admiration swelled more pride inside of me.

“Laser,” I explained as he slipped a finger up to draw a pattern around my clit. It was the epitome of the tease. It offered next to no friction, but it made me want to lift my hips and grind against him.

“Sounds painful,” he murmured, then he slipped those fingers down to my entrance and teased at it with one finger while his thumb stroked my clit. “I forgot to ask one more question…”

“Hmm?” I was pretty focused on his hand and the way he caressed me. The petting sanded away the jitters and shudders that kept trying to rear their head. The feel of him pressing into me with his fingers was delightfully provocative.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”

Like a record scratch, I hurtled back to Earth and jerked my gaze up to his. He increased the pressure on my clit, the strokes sending out waves to the rest of me. I couldn’t quite lose myself in it, even if there was a hitch in my breath.

A dozen different thoughts collided in my head. None of which I allowed to escape. They were all things I didn’t want between us.

“Probably wise…” I admitted. “After—” I waved a hand, I really didn’t want to discuss this now. “They did tests and gave me some shots but I never went back to the doctor to find out the results.”

“If they were bad,” he said slowly. “Doc would have reached out to us. He knew we were taking you home. He would have wanted to warn you.”

“Maybe,” I said. “But I think it would be better…” All at once, the moment seemed to deflate. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

Voodoo grinned. “Firecracker, you’re not going to hurt me. I can suit up to keep you comfortable though. So remind me again what you need to do if anything bothers you or causes you pain?”

“Say stop?” It came out more of a question than a statement. The smoldering look in his eyes was still there and the curve to his beautiful mouth beckoned for me to kiss him again.

Voodoo winked, then stroked his hands down my thighs. Laying this way, I was right at the edge, I half expected him to nudge me farther onto the bed. But that might actually hurt. The whirl of thoughts were falling like a storm.

I hated to admit it, but I might not?—

One moment my thighs were straight, the next they were apart. A moment after that, he had my thighs over his shoulders and then he open-mouth kissed my pussy like he had my mouth in the shower. The strokes of his tongue were in no way hesitant. He licked me from entrance to clit, like I was his favorite treat.

The vibration when he sucked my clit into his mouth detonated a quake of sensation in my system. Pleasure blurred all the lines and I fisted the covers to hold on because he was relentless. An orgasm hit unexpectedly and I jerked upright, stiffening even as I came.

Pain filtered through the pleasure and I fell back again, then beat my hands against the covers. It was too much. Too good. The thing about Voodoo was he didn’t stop with just one, another orgasm was right there. He swirled his tongue and then scraped his teeth ever so gently over my clit.

“Fuck,” I said on a gasp as I fought to suck in a breath. My whole world had narrowed down the place where his mouth connected to my pussy. Long ropes of pleasure dragged through me until they tightened inexorably. With every caress of his tongue, he vibrated those ropes that seemed to rock me every time he struck them just right.

Instead of leaving my pussy, he would go for longer licks and deeper strokes as he tongue fucked me. When he added his fingers, I stretched my hand down. My back ached, but I could barely feel it. When I sank my hand into his hair, I arched upward.

I floated on a dark ocean of completeness. The pleasure was going to drown me and I didn’t have it in me to fight. That he dragged a third orgasm out of me that had me sobbing. His beard glistened when he lifted his head to look up at me.

The tears fell out of my eyes as I shook from the release. Pinned in place by his gaze, I held a hand out to him. I didn’t have words at the moment. I barely had thoughts.

All the dark ones had collapsed under the weight of his touch. They didn’t belong here anyway.

“Are you in pain?” The ragged note in his voice reminded me of the firm grip on his own reactions he’d demonstrated.

“No,” I answered, floundering for my verbal skills. “That—that was amazing. I want—I want more.”

His grin was intense and blinding.

The smile transformed him from handsome to sexy as fuck and beautiful. Straightening my legs, he rose from where he’d been kneeling. Oh, right. He’d been on the floor. The thickness of his cock jutted right out and it was already suited up.

When had he…?

You know what, I didn’t care.

“You sure, Firecracker?”

“Fuck me, soldier,” I whispered, desperate to feel him inside of me. “Make me think only of you.”

With one hard thrust, he pushed into me. The stretch of accommodating him burned in all the best ways. His thrust forced all the air out of my lungs and my mouth opened in a soundless oh.

There was a smug look of pleasure on Voodoo’s face and he had every reason to be smug. I could feel nothing that wasn’t him.

“Hard and fast?” How did he keep that laser focus and rigid control when I was desperately trying to not fall apart? “Or slow and deep?”

I clenched around him, the flutters of my inner muscles fighting to grip him even as he filled me so full. “Hard and fast.”

Those were the last two words I managed because he took me at my word. Drawing back almost to the tip, he grinned down at me before he rocked back in. Every thrust lifted my hips, but he had my legs braced and I didn’t drag on the bed.

Not that I cared. Everything narrowed down to where we connected. The slap of his balls hitting my ass added to the symphony of the bed’s squeaking, and underscored the raggedness of my breaths and the roughness of his own.

A vein seemed to throb in his forehead. The veins on his arms popped out. The image of that leash flitted through my mind, too swiftly there and gone to hold onto.

“So fucking good for me, Firecracker,” he said. “So fucking good. You’re taking my whole cock, and it feels so fucking good inside of you. That’s it, squeeze me tighter.”

He let out a grunt as if it was taking him real effort to keep pumping into me, not that it slowed him in the slightest. When he stroked my clit, I came like a rocket. I didn’t pretend to hold back my reaction, some part of me heard my own scream as I tried to drag him closer, but this position and his grip kept me completely in his control.

“Keep taking me, Firecracker. That’s it. Keep coming and let me fuck you so deep, you feel me for days.”

Days.

Oh fuck.

The next time I came, he let out his own shout, but I was already slipping away. The drowning pleasure dragged me down and I tumbled even as his lips brushed against my face.

Warm, safe, and so damn full.

I wanted to open my eyes, and made one last attempt, then he was lifting me off the bed and onto the other. Sleep pulled me under. I resurfaced when he slid into the bed on the other side of me. When he curled me to him, I rubbed my cheek against his chest.

His phone buzzed and he must have answered it because his voice was a soothing rumble. The conversation faded like everything else.

The next day would be here soon enough, now? Now, I was one long sensual ache and I savored it as I passed the fuck out.