Briar's Champion (9 page)

“I can’t
,
” Briar m
umbled,
yet
her hands gripp
ed
his sheets
as
her hips
rolled
to
press her sex closer to his mouth.

“That’s a good girl,” he coaxed giving her what she needed.
He
stuffed
his
f
ingers
in
her
,
pounding
her
pussy
while
lick
ing
her cream
.
H
e waited to feel her climax roll through her
and
across his tongue.

“Ohh,” Bri
keened
.

Sloan felt her tense under his assault as if to staunch off her climax
before she gave in
.

“Let it flow
,
Briar.”
Devouring every drop
like a mad man
, he
then rose up on his knees. Never before had he seen such a beautiful expression.
Damn
. H
e stroked his hard cock
, lubing the throbbing muscle with his pre
-
cum
.
He put
a
foil
package
between his teeth
and ripped the corner. The
condom
fell into his hand. As she came down from her climax
,
he rolled
the latex
on, and ensured it didn’t pinch.

“It’s been awhile.” She sat up
, reaching
for his turgid length.

“Not a problem.”
Sloan appreciated
that
she hadn’t had a lover in a long time
,
spoke spades about her character. No matter her reasons for being
at the
pub,
his
pride swelled in being the one to bring her out of her lonesome
ness
. Mushy emotions aside, he leaned over and captured her lips. He demanded entrance
with his tongue
.
N
ot to be denied
,
h
e sucked in her sweet moans
, swallowing
her heady scent. With her legs spread, he pressed her into the bedding. His cock
poised
at the juncture of her thighs rested on her labia. Even
through
the
thin latex
barrier
,
the heat of her sex scorched him.

“Now
!
”
Briar reached her hand between them
and
grasped his girth, bringing
his tip at her entrance. She lifted her hips
.

Sloan tangled his hand in her hair and garnered her attention by dragging his teeth against her bottom lip. When she looked up at him
,
he slid into her tight channel. Home greeted him
—dr
a
w
ing
him into an abyss of endless pleasure. He stroked sure and slow.
Buried deep within her was the closest to heaven that he’d ever come.
Pain seized him when she dug her manicured nails
into
his
back
, raking
them
across
his skin.
His breath came out in swishes of air
while sensation rocked through him
.
The
welcoming sting
enticed him to change his pattern
as h
e nipped her neck in retaliation
.
Tenderness departed and the need to mark, possess took its place
.

When she screamed and clung to him, he hastened. The slap of skin striking skin filled his ears
,
melted away when her sweet sobs
of
satisfaction
took its place.
Guttural sounds erupted from his throat. Sloan
paid
homage to her breasts, tweaking
,
teasing her nipples, his cock still stroking her drenched channel.

“I can feel you’re close
,
again.” He slapped her nipple and wished he had clamps to put on them. Her juices encased him
and
ran down his balls
,
elicit
ing
a groan from him. His own pleasure increased.
Drive
n to give her the utmost enjoyment
,
he pushed his need to explode back and tuned into her
body’s demands
.

His lust for Briar turned into a need to give her more than any lover she’d had before. He wanted to be the one who pleased her on more than the physical side.
Drenched with sweat
,
he kept giving, stroking, surging within her to the point his vision blurred
.
S
he felt so good wrapped around him.

His biceps strained and he forced himself to concentrate on anything besides
the
mewls of pleasure escaping her luscious mouth. “Now
!
”
h
e commanded and locked
his gaze
on her.

“Fuck me, I’m coming
!
” Briar screamed and jerked beneath him, flooding him with her thick cream.

The feel of her pussy contracting around his cock
stole his restraint
. H
e
pummeled her hard, drawing out
her last moments of release, his
own milked into the reservoir. Tension riddled him
.
H
e froze above her. The sight that greeted him melted
his
hard
-
won discipline to avoid attachments.
T
ears fell from her eyes. Confused
,
he swiped them away thinking he’d hurt her. “Briar?” He braced himself up without placing his full weight on her and
wiped
the salty
tears
from her face
with his thumb
.
He trailed
a finger
tender
ly
down the side of her face.

“I’m sorry. I—this crying isn’t normal for me.”

He
eased
out of her
,
realizing he’d
have loved staying within her for hours more. “How do you feel?” He plucked the condom off and tossed it into the
trash
can by the bed. Worried, he
lay
down next to her
, a protective air engulfed him
. P
ull
ing
her half over his chest,
he rubbed
her back in a soothing manner.

“
I haven’t felt this good in a long time. I’ve had cobwebs in my vagina for months. I don’t know why the water works came,
must’ve had a lot of pent up passion to release.” She blew out a steadying breath.

“As long as I didn’t hurt you
.
”
H
e toyed with her hair
, tenderly rubbing her scalp
as if
he’d
made
the gesture a thousand times
. Like
comforting her
was
the most natural thing to do following the best sex he’d ever had.

When her body stopped trembling
, he realized
he
r
slight hitch of breath
even
ed
out to a light rhythm
.
He rolled her to the side long enough to pull his coverlet up. Time stood still while he studied her sleeping form.
Finally looking at t
he clock
, it
showe
d
the
early hours
of the morning
.
Only when he relaxed and found himself unable
prevent the yawn coming from his mouth
, did he give into the need to sleep
.
Wanting to take care of her for the night, he
pulled her back against his chest and tucked the cover around
them
.

Chapter
F
our

Briar woke up and extricated herself from under Sloan’s body.
Damn
,
the man had the goods al
l
right.
She slipped off the bed quiet as a mouse and grabbed her purse.
On tiptoes she
went
in search of his facilities.
Inside
the bathroom, she
clos
ed
the door softly behind
her
.
After she
finished
relieving her demanding bladder, she
retrieved her phone from her bag.
“Call Suzanne.” She gave the voice command a second time when her phone didn’t respond.