“Oh yeah?” There was a dare in her breathy response. In the way her chin lifted, and she held my gaze.
My grin turned feral. I shoved in harder. Faster. “Yeah.” I lowered my head and sucked one pert nipple then scraped my teeth over it. I repeated the action with the other, sensing her anticipation growing.
Pulling out, I rolled her to her belly and pinned her hands at her low back. I smacked her ass, hard. Her hips bounced on the bed, and she rolled her ass for more. I proceeded to spank her, alternating sides, heating her ass up with the flat of my hand. All the while, she made soft hmms and ahhs of appreciation, squirming, like she loved every minute of it.
“I am definitely going to have to tie you to this bed soon,” I murmured, and she arched her back in invitation.
I entered her from behind, keeping my grip on her wrists, so I was still in charge. “Spread those legs wide for me, sweets.” She obeyed, and I entered her without needing to use my hand to guide my cock in. I was so hard for her, and she was so wet, we would have found each other and connected if both of us were tied up and blindfolded.
I tugged her elbows backward, making her arch a little as I fucked her from behind. The sweet slip of flesh inside flesh made my entire body flush with inferno-like heat. Or maybe it was the fact that it was Quincy beneath me. The woman who made my blood sing.
She was already coming, her ass squeezing, her thighs straightening out tight as her internal muscles pulsed around my dick. It came on a breathy exhale, a low moan that made my balls ache. Thank fuck she didn’t scream. I remembered Hayes had said Taft had overheard. We’d have to keep things quiet.Quieter.
“That was one,” I counted. I intended to make her come many more times tonight.
She’d come to my bed willingly, and I was going to reward her for it. Show her what she’d been missing. Teach her to come back to me, night after night. I’d give her whatever she needed.
I pulled out and lifted her hips in the air, so she rested on her knees and her torso sloped down. Re-entering her from this angle, I wrung another small aftershock out of her. She felt so fucking good. I was completely lost in everything that was Quincy. Her scent. The lean, muscular lines of her lithe body. Her long, thick hair splayed out around her. She was beautiful.
I gripped her hips and pumped in and out of her, hard enough to make the bed shake and rock beneath us. She braced her hands against the headboard to push back at me, to take me even deeper. “That’s it, sweets. Take me deep and hard. Good girl.”
She came again right after that. Good to know she had a praise kink. She liked being called a good girl.
“That was two.”
She let out a sob of satisfaction. I didn’t stop my vigorous pounding.
“H-How many are we going for here?” she panted.
Thank God for the daily cardio because I was pretty sure I could go on forever like this. Damn sure I wanted this to never stop. “What was our previous record?” I'd made her come at least five times that night in Qatar.
Her laugh was throaty and raw. "Oh my God, you are crazy. Does everything have to be a competition?"
I continued pounding into her. “Well, I hold myself to a high standard. I am a SEAL, after all.”
“You’re cocky as hell.”
“And you love this cock, as far as I can tell.”
“Too true,” she gasped. “Please…” I slowed a little in case she meantplease not so hard, but she immediately said, “No. Please, I need it, Kennedy.”
Damn. Now I was going to lose control. Just hearing those words from her sent me over the edge. I gripped her with bruising strength and slammed in and out. “I’ve got what you need, Quincy-girl. You don’t have to beg. I’ll give it to you any time you want.”
“Oh God!” She tucked her toes under, which made her pelvis arch even more. When she turned her face to look over her shoulder at me, I nearly lost it.
She looked so beautiful. So abandoned to lust. I needed to slake that lust like I needed my heart to keep beating. My breath to keep cycling.
“I want it now.”
I forgot to be quiet. Didn’t give a shit that Taft might be in the building. Forgot that Quincy probably wouldn’t want the team to know we were hitting it. Except I didn’t care. If they knew I was satisfying my girl, then I didn’t give a shit.
Yeah, she was my girl. The only one for me.
A roar of satisfaction ripped from my throat, and my thrusts turned wild. Another six seconds, and I was coming like a bullet train, emptying my balls, filling her with my release.
She didn’t need any coaxing to join me. Her muscles squeezed and pulsed, milking my cock of all its seed. Before she finished, I reached around to rub her clit and got another huge spasm out of her, along with a cry of satisfaction.
“Good girl,” I praised, remembering.