The faster he stroked the faster he licked, pulling a shaky moan from between her lips. “Matt.” The toes on the foot she had planted on his shoulder curled and she began to wobble dangerously, so she slammed one hand onto the wall and used the other to grab his head, holding on for balance.
Hot breath beat rapidly against her pussy.
“Don’t you dare come,” she ordered. “That’s mine.”
His stroking slowed, his mouth did not, and he made a noise. Whatever it was, was muffled. But she had a feeling he was struggling. Her muddled mind needed to remember that she ordered him to masturbate, that meant she needed to order him to stop.
“Stop stroking and make me come.” Her order sounded weak, as she was struggling herself.
The flat of his tongue brushed over her clit. A few more flicks with the tip and a scrape of his teeth, and she was there.
Her fingers flexed against his head, her nails digging in. She slapped a hand over her mouth to smother the wail that rushed from her, and her orgasm made her buck against him. He held her hips, stabilizing her, holding her from simply dropping to the floor and he pulled his mouth away. From his place on his knees, he tipped his face up, his eyelids heavy, his light blue eyes unfocused, his lips shiny and parted.
A string of precum hung off the very tip of his cock.
“On your feet.” Her words came out breathless and, again, not at all like the order she meant them to be, but he rose anyway, his eyes pinned to hers. “I want that.”
And that’s all she had to say. He caught the dangling string on his thumb and lifted it to her lips.
“Fuck,” he groaned as she took his digit into her mouth and licked it clean.
“Another time,” she answered his unspoken question. She didn’t want to go to her knees, she wanted him to take her against the wall.
“I want to serve you.”
That gruff statement sent a shudder through her. “You do.”
“You know what I need.”
“I do.” Because she needed the same.
“Give me what I need.” His raspy voice sending another shiver down her spine.
“Marine, your order this morning is to give me what I need.”
He wasn’t expecting that order. With only a slight hesitation, he grabbed her wrists, turned her and placed her palms flat on the wall, trapping her there. He didn’t release her, instead he used his nose to nudge her long hair off her shoulder and away from her neck, his warm breath tickling her skin.
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am,” he finally whispered against the top of her spine, which made her pussy spasm once more.
He sucked at the base of her neck, then took little bites across each shoulder, causing her to moan. The small nips weren’t painful, but it got her blood humming. He released her wrists when he licked down her spine... stopping right at the top of her crease and sucking the flesh there.
“Matt...”
His lips skimmed up the line of her spine as he rose and, when he did, he reached around and cupped her left breast with his right hand, while he hooked his left arm around her waist and slid his hand lower, until his fingertips brushed over her patch of hair, then teased her clit.
He kneed her legs wider, the same he would do if he was searching a subject. He hooked two fingers inside her and bent his knees just enough so the head of his cock brushed his own knuckles. He guided himself inside her.
His fingers found her clit again and his cock now filled her.
Yessss.
His powerful thighs flexed as he drove up and into her as his teeth pressed into the delicate flesh where her neck met her shoulder. Every thrust was accompanied with a deep grunt against her skin.
God, yes.
He circled her clit and twisted her nipple, not slowing down, giving it to her just how she needed it at that moment.
As twisted as Matt’s mind could get, he was also very in tune with her. It surprised her time and time again. He could pick up on the littlest things. When she thought he was lost in his own head or had become withdrawn, he was still paying attention.
She had no idea how he did it. But when it came to the small details—as well as the big ones like sex—it made dealing with his issues a whole lot more bearable.
It was one reason Max had kept him on the force. Matt was good at reading people. He was good at his job. And he wasn’t afraid of anything.
Plus, he was squared away to the extreme. She couldn’t imagine he’d ever wear a uniform with the sleeve crease even slightly crooked.
No, she knew he wouldn’t.
He ironed his uniforms himself. And he spent a lot of time making them perfect.
Everything had to be a particular way and everything in his life also had a place.
He was better now than when she first met him, not long after he was medically discharged from the Marines. But he’d never be the same young man who had joined, wanting to fight for his country, a country that hadn’t always fought for him.
But Carly did. She would fight for him until the day she died.
However right now, she was ready for la petite mort, “the little death,” as she bucked against him with each surge of his hips, each plunge of his cock, making her wetter, making him harder. She threw her head back against his shoulder, breaking the contact of his bite from her skin. He released her nipple and wrapped his fingers tightly around the front of her throat. Tight enough to remind her just how powerful he was. How it wouldn’t take much for him to hurt her.
He never had.
He never would.
Though, he had feared plenty of times that he could.
He shoved his face into her neck and she swore she heard him beg, “Please.”
He wanted to please her. And, in turn, she wanted to give him what he needed.
“Come with me, Marine,” she commanded.
His grip tightened even more on her throat, allowing her to breathe but not move. Her knees wobbled as the pressure inside her began to build.
She was close. She clenched around his cock and he grunted.
“Come for me,” he growled in her ear, surprising her with his unexpected demand.
He was now pounding her into the wall, his hips slapping against her ass in a quick rhythm.
“Come,” she urged, “now.”
He slammed deep one more time and stilled. As her climax rippled around him, he pumped cum deep inside her with a low groan.
Her name broke on his lips, and he pressed his chest against her back, pinning her against the wall.
He kissed her gently where he bit her, then rubbed his stubbled cheek along hers, trying to catch his breath. When it slowed, he gently slipped from her, turned her around and guided her to the bed.
“I need to clean up first,” she whispered.
“No, not yet.” The idea she held a piece of him inside her gave him a strange sense of peace.
In truth, it meant nothing. She already wore his wedding band on her finger. Just like she already had his last name. She hadn’t argued it, she wanted to become a Bryson completely.
She had become a part of his family from the moment he saw her in the hospital that day, when she helped bring Hannah into the world.
Seeing her bark commands while Amanda was in labor, he had jokingly thought of her as the “dictator doctor.” But in truth, her taking control of the situation caught his attention and made him want her.
But women hadn’t been on his radar due to his issues, so he’d let it go until he couldn’t ignore their connection.