CHAPTER NINETEEN

Billboard’s explosive laugh surprised them both, and the delight on O’Shea’s face practically begged him to make the next move.

Without a second of hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Really kissed her.

This was no exploratory foray. This was possession, pure and simple, and if O’Shea couldn’t see that, she soon would. In which case she’d either balk at it, or give back as good as she got.

Billboard, for his part, was determined to have O’Shea’s entire body singing by the time he was finished, and once his woman was spaghetti in his arms, he’d remind her again of the singularly possessive mindset he’d developed where she was concerned. Then she could make up her mind if she could put up with his proprietorial bullshit, or leave his ass.

He moved his lips in perfect synch with hers, his cock swelling.

Did his greediness for her include lust?

Absolutely .

Did it involve love?

The jury was out. Billboard had never entertained that emotion with anyone other than his family, but if the all-consuming need he felt for O’Shea was any indicator, he was moving swiftly toward that type of fervency with her, and for the first time, it didn’t scare him. If O’Shea could accept him…

No. Now wasn’t the time to analyze how things would unfurl. Now was the time to rock both their worlds; confirming that the actuality of their coming together would stand up to his fantasies and the ones O’Shea had assured him she’d had.

“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth as he devoured every swipe of her tongue. He still held her aloft with one arm under her ass, while the other palmed the back of her head and took what she offered.

Billboard wasn’t quite sure how he managed, but somehow, during the kiss of his life, he got his feet moving toward his bedroom.

O’Shea was already greedily wrenching his T upward, their mouths separating while she ripped it over his head.

“Gorgeous,” she hissed, leaning back to admire his chest and his ink.

Billboard felt his pecs swell. He’d never been so glad that he worked hard to maintain his physique. The appreciation in O’Shea’s eyes was worth every hour he spent at the gym and on the mats.

“Are you going to do me?” she asked breathlessly, dragging his fingers to the hem of her shirt.

“Oh, I’m going to do you, alright,” he replied gruffly. “And I’m not just talking about tearing the shirt off you.”

She threw her head back and laughed, something that Billboard couldn’t remember happening before with any woman during the ramp-up to sex. He took a moment to appreciate it, then leaned down to taste the long column of her neck, sucking in her tender skin, causing her to shiver.

“Up,” she managed to strangle out.

He drew away. “Up?”

What did she mean?

“Mmm, hmmm,” O’Shea agreed. “Behind my ear.”

Ahh . Good to know.

O’Shea not only displayed humor during foreplay, she was vocal about what she wanted. Which made Billboard think back to her clit reference. With O’Shea as a verbal guidebook, what kind of clueless asshole wouldn’t have been able to locate her hot-button?

The selfish kind.

Which Billboard wasn’t.

Which meant he’d follow directions, and then some. He headed straight for the sensitive skin behind her ear, scraping it with his teeth and rubbing it with his late-day chin-bristle, all-the-while palming one small breast.

“Yesss,” she hissed.

Billboard almost stopped.

Shock shot through him.

His palm, which had grasped the sweetest little breast, was suddenly stabbed by O’Shea’s nipple, and his composure—what there was of it—nearly shattered. He knew her perky breasts were small, because, duh, he’d looked his share whenever he thought he might not get caught, but he’d never imagined that her engorged nipple would be noteworthy; as in, it was huge.

He couldn’t wait to suck that impressive detonator into his mouth.

“Bed, Billboard. Now,” O’Shea groaned, dragging his face back to hers to attack his mouth again.

Right. Her nipples would have to wait.

His feet headed in the prescribed direction, as part of Billboard’s brain marveled.

Had he ever imagined he’d like a bossy woman in bed? Probably not, but O’Shea’s mouthiness was proving to be a huge, unexpected turn-on.

He couldn’t wait to see what else she could do with that mouth.

Visions of her sucking his cock down her throat; wrapping those pretty lips around his steel column of flesh, had his feet stumbling faster toward his room. But first things first. Before he contemplated any bodily satisfaction of his own, he needed her naked, and he needed her thighs spread. Billboard’s overwhelming desire to taste O’Shea’s womanly essence was a priority.

His legs finally bumped into the mattress, and he bent over to lay O’Shea down so he could take a long look at what he was about to unwrap, but she hung onto his shoulders, bringing him right along with her.

Before he quite knew what was happening, she had his zipper down, his cock out in her hot palm— yes —and her legs wrapped around him.

It took all his strength to lift his head. “No,” he rasped. “I’m going to eat you first. Now let go of my dick so I can suck on that clit until you scream my name. Then we can fuck.”

“Mmm. Dirty talk. I didn’t know you had it in you, Billboard,” she preened. “But… Fuck first,” she commanded, moving her hand firmly up and down his shaft before leaving him hard and wanting, to unfasten her jeans and lower her zipper.

Billboard, braced on his elbows above her, looked down at the spread placket, catching a glimpse of his engorged cock bumping up against a small, hot-pink thong. He groaned.

“So?” she asked breathlessly, arching up into him.

“So, behave,” Billboard growled.

Conjuring his last shred of control, he grabbed both her hands with one of his, and trapped them above her head.

A spark of hunger lit in her eyes.

Oh , so she liked that, huh? Billboard tightened his hold a bit, then eased to one side of O’Shea, using his free hand to delve down into that naughty little scrap of material.

He encountered…

Yes! She was drenched. He ran his fingers through the flood which he knew was just for him, extracted his hand, then brought it to his face where he sucked her essence into his mouth.

“Yup,” she hummed. “Dirty boy.” O’Shea rolled her hips, clearly and silently asking for more.

Billboard wasn’t going to make her beg, but it was his agenda they’d be filling for the balance of their encounter. O’Shea would just have to wait for his dick, even though it was difficult not to immediately take what she was eagerly offering.

Letting go of her hands, Billboard scrambled to his knees and tugged her pants and panties off in one aggressive swoop, throwing them to the floor. His breath caught in his throat as he got his first look at her sweet pussy.

Effluent droplets sparkled on her deep, mahogany nether curls, and her pink flesh peeked out from below that downy nest, causing Billboard’s mouth to flood with need.

“I’m going to eat you until you scream,” he promised.

“Do it,” O’Shea countered. “But be warned. I don’t let go, easily.”

Again, Billboard couldn’t imagine what kind of assholes O’Shea had been with. Who wouldn’t take time to make this marvel of a woman come in every way possible?

“Challenge accepted,” he responded hoarsely.

He spread her legs and knelt between them, her pussy opening to him as he began his descent. But as much as he wanted to devour her, he decided to take things slowly; draw out her pleasure until she was begging him to finish her off.

He leaned close and blew across her soaked flesh.

She lifted her ass, attempting to get her pussy to his mouth, but he inched back and instead of his tongue, his palm gave her wetness a crisp slap.

“Oh!”

He looked at O’Shea. Her eyes were wide.

“Okay?” he asked, freezing up, suddenly afraid he might have overstepped.

“Nobody… Nobody has ever done that before,” she choked out. Her mouth opened and closed, then she bit her bottom lip. “More.”

Billboard was happy to oblige. He licked, he tongued, he sucked, and every time he felt her moving close to completion, he pulled back and spanked her pretty pussy.

Soon, she was trembling beneath him, making mewling sounds that had his prick flexing, imagining what it would be like to be deep inside her. Seeing her legs continuously quiver around him, he wanted nothing more than to sink his weeping cock into her sweet Nirvana, but he hadn’t yet proven to her that he knew exactly where her eager little nubbin lay.

It was time to bring O’Shea to the next level.

Billboard placed one hand on O’Shea’s flat abdomen, holding her down while he parted the hair that covered his little prize.

She whimpered, and her thighs twitched in anticipation.

He lowered his head again and flicked her sensitive flesh with his tongue, lashing across it once, twice, before sucking it into his mouth.

O’Shea keened, and it was music to his ears.

Teasing; skirting two fingers around the opening to her vagina while he suctioned her clit, he sensed the exact moment she needed more to tip over the edge, and sent his digits up inside her, immediately feeling the clench of her interior muscles as she grabbed on and came.

And came, and came…

Every time Billboard thought O’Shea was finished, the pulsating would commence again, and he’d lean in and tweak her clit with his lips, prolonging the throbbing inside her.

When she finally gave a huge, gasping sigh and her legs dropped, boneless to the bed, Billboard sat up.

Wetness and satisfaction, he knew, were plastered all over his face.

She sighed happily. “That was…”

“Epic?” Billboard supplied, unable to keep the grin from his lips. He’d never had a partner who was multi-orgasmic, and now that he’d experienced it with O’Shea, he didn’t think he could ever go back.

“I…” O’Shea swallowed hard. “I didn’t know I could do that.”

Yes ! If that wasn’t an ego-builder, Billboard didn’t know what was. To have been the first…

“Shall we see if we can do it again?” he posed, only half joking.

At her wonderous, yet sated nod, Billboard quickly got off the bed and removed his jeans and briefs. He didn’t think he could get any harder, but as O’Shea’s greedy gaze took in his length, he swore he gained another half inch of circumference.

Reaching into his pocket for a condom, he threw his discarded clothes on top of O’Shea’s on the floor, and slowly rolled on the latex.

“Hurry,” she said, extending her arms and wiggling her fingers at him.

He didn’t need any more urging than that.

Billboard felt that if he suddenly gave over all control of his body to his dick, the randy thing—without question—would find its way to O’Shea.

He tried to maintain a certain swagger as he headed for the bed, but failed monumentally when his toe caught on the bedspread and he tripped his way onto the mattress.

Fuck!

He groaned and shook his head, rolling to his back beside O’Shea. “Geezus, that was smooth.”

He could feel his cheeks reddening, and his dick deflating just a bit.

O’Shea giggled. “You didn’t hurt anything, did you?” she asked cheekily. “I’d hate to think that instead of more orgasms, we’re off to the ER.”

“No way,” Billboard grumbled. “The only thing hurt is my pride. Give me a minute.”

Billboard glanced over and saw that O’Shea was slowly and provocatively removing her shirt, followed by the popping of the front clasp of her sexy-as-hell pink bra.

She certainly knew how to distract him.

Fuck yeah. He immediately got his second wind; his cock at full staff again the minute O’Shea uncovered those magnificent nipples.

He rolled over toward her. He palmed. He sucked, and plucked. And as she spread her legs beneath him, he moved to a position above her and his dick slammed home.

“Billboard!” O’Shea screamed.

Fucking hell ! “Shit! I’m so sorry. That was—”

“—the best move, ever,” O’Shea snarled. “Now work that ass, Billboard,” she ordered as she grabbed two handfuls of his posterior and jerked him in tight.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed heartily.

Billboard began a rhythm as old as time, but this, with O’Shea, seemed like a brand-new deal. Had he ever been so aware of every part of his body; his lips drinking O’Shea in, his chest bumping up against her hard peaks, his cock drenched as it dragged in and out of her sweet puss, and his hands as they roamed freely over every inch of skin he could reach?

The answer was easy.

No.

And he wanted it to go on forever.

He wanted to finish inside her with a howl.

He wanted her to go all multi-orgasmic on his dick.

He…

…couldn’t hold off any longer.

With a roar, he let go of all control, pounding to an astonishing completion, and O’Shea, thank God, was right there with him. He felt the womb-shaking pulsations within her, all the way to his balls. And once again, Billboard knew that O’Shea was not only cresting, but riding the high of several perfect waves until she once again, beached safely back onto solid ground.

Had his dick ever been this happy?

But then…

O’Shea immediately snuggled.

Billboard was not a snuggler.

However… This was a different kind of snuggle altogether. It felt like coming home. It felt…right. For the first time since Billboard left the Marines, there was no skirmish laying wait in his brain; there was nothing but satisfaction filling his head.

Billboard truly never wanted to let O’Shea go, but…he stifled a groan. There was the protection to take care of.

He moved to get off the bed.

“Don’t go,” she mumbled, already half asleep.

“I’m just getting rid of the condom,” he assured her gently. “I’ll be right back.”

“Good,” she slurred, waving a hand at him. “I’ll be ready for round two by the time you get back.”

Billboard chuckled.

He doubted it.

His little spitfire looked like she’d finally been worn out.