Justice (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 2) (19 page)

“That’s right. Got any objections?” I slid a glance at her.

She looked at me with a growing smile. She shook her head from side to side.

“And I figured I’d knock you up right away because you’re going to be sexy as hell pregnant and a damn fine momma too.”

“Justice!” Shock flamed her face.

“I’m kidding.” I towed her along, chuckling. “Gonna enjoy you naked and flat-bellied first before I get the pleasure of enjoying your body filled with our baby.”

And right there in the middle of the SCAD campus I hauled up short, slung her into my arms, and planted a full-mouthed, full-bodied kiss on her.

“You’re insane.” She drifted back, her cheeks glowing.

“Totally sane. Have the papers to prove it.” I knocked two knuckles against my forehead. “You know I have to get the old noggin’ tested regularly and talk to shrinks after every op.”

Holding her around her waist, I propelled her along with me.

Various students and teachers called out friendly hellos to Tilly, but I had one goal: get to the damn Jeep and make it to her house before we had to resort to having public sex. I wanted to do something right with her for a change.

I settled her into the front seat of nearly military grade, all-black, jacked-up Jeep Rubicon, and leaned across to start the engine and flip on the A/C. After taking a biting wet kiss from Tilly’s lips, I backed out of her door and placed her things in the backseat.

I rounded the front, and all the while she watched me from inside.

Snapping on my seatbelt, I put the Jeep into gear. “Directions?”

Tilly’s eyes were glued to my lips.

I let one corner of my mouth drift up in a slow curl. “Tilly girl, if we don’t get to your house I’m gonna fuck you on a side street on this campus, so you wanna tell me where you live or are you gonna do me right now?”

Oh Yeah . . . Biscuits

TILLY SNAPPED INTO ACTION. The directions were easy enough to follow. A good thing because my mind was buzzing. Hell, my entire body was buzzing. Having Tilly perched right next to me made concentrating difficult. Her skirt slid up her thighs almost to the top of her stockings. Her light perfume scented the air.

And the way she stared at me—greedily—was not helping with the testosterone build-up.

I stopped at a red light, tempted to shoot across it.

“Lordy but it’s hot.” Whisking her hair up, Tilly arched her neck.

Lawdy . . .

How I’d missed the sound of her light drawl. My throat dry—not because of thirst—and my body burning up for her, I stared with what had to be a wolfish look when she let those tresses drop back down.

“Yeah. It is hot.”

She glanced at me, and her eyes hooded with answering unbound hunger. “Hurry, Justice.”

Her hand landed on my thigh, the faded denim little barrier against the tight circles she drew closer and closer to where my hard-on wedged against a zipper threatening to break open. “Or we might have to pull over so I can get my mouth on you.”

I slammed on the gas as soon as the light hit green.

The moment she breathed the blessed words, “Pull in here,” I turned right into a short brick driveway and parked behind her car.

The engine hadn’t even died before I was out like a shot and heading for her door. I helped her down, grabbed her bags, unlatched the back of the Jeep, and took the handles of the first duffel I came across.

With my palm at the small of Tilly’s spine, I tried for a more sedate pace up the front path. The house was two stories. Bright poppy red with white trim. Victorian. Well maintained.

Front porch with a swing. Green grass. Magnolia tree with fat blossoms. Other plants. Flowers.

It was pretty, but I needed to fuck.

Tilly’s high heels click-clicked up the wooden steps. I set a pace a half step behind so I could stare at her ass. She took out a key. I wrested it from her and swiftly opened the screen and inside door.

After setting everything on the floor, I performed a quick sweep of the area. Deciding we were safe enough, I pulled her to me over the jumble of bags at our feet.

“It’s nice. Where’s the bed?” I asked in a brusque undertone.

“Upstairs.”

She led. I followed. Through a hall. Up the stairs. We stumbled once, clinging by our hands and mouths, unable to get close enough, fast enough.

I whipped off my shirt when we reached the landing.

Tilly pouted. “I wanted to do that.”

She eyed the dusting of hair on my chest.

I grinned, flexing a whole lot of poundage of muscle. “You can do my jeans.”

She turned with a flounce and released her own shirt. It floated to the floor. She started on the bra, but I reached forward and snapped it open first.

The straps fell down her arms, and she let the bra drop from her fingertips as she continued to hip-sway, hip-sway along the upstairs hallway. I caught the scrap of gray lace in my hand, the warmth from her skin seeping through the cloth.

Inside her bedroom, she pulled a shade half down. Sunlight streaked across the walls, the wooden floors, and her partially undressed body. Leaving the door open, I crossed to her and pushed her against the wall beside the window. My hands wound down her skin from her neck to her shoulders to her arms. I kissed the insides of her elbows where her skin was even paler.

On my knees, I leaned my forehead against her stomach and my hands stole up to weigh her breasts, roll her nipples. Her skirt had two tiny buttons on one hip, and I popped them open, my breath running across her belly before I kissed her in the center. A flick of the hidden zipper and a hush of fabric drifting down beneath my hands, then the skirt slipped from her legs. Pausing on the floor in front of Tilly, I watched her kick the skirt away with a sharp-heeled stiletto, the most womanly image I’d ever seen.

And she was mine.

I took in her scent, her arched posture, her bared throat, and big pink-tipped tits that made me horny as hell. Rocking back on my heels, I grazed my hands up her legs, over the silky stockings and the bare tops of her thighs. A freckle I hadn’t discovered yet called to me. It was perfectly round and perfectly centered on her midriff.

I licked it, licked lower and lower over her panties that matched her bra. She was wet, and I wanted it. With two strong tugs, I ripped the lace from her, and her hips sprang forward.

I rubbed my nose against her curls first before burying my face between her thighs.

Tilly gasped my name, her fingers funneling into my hair, the ring glinting whenever it caught the sunlight.

Her skin was like flower petals, and when I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, her flesh blossomed against my tongue. Tilly released a deep-throated whimper.

I straightened on my knees, driving her up the wall, taking her off her feet, poising her for my mouth. Resting her weight on my shoulders, I licked the puffy inner lips of her pussy, pulling more moisture onto my tongue. My long arms reached up, and I spread my fingers open to web her breasts, pulling her nipples the same way I drew her clit onto my tongue.

I kissed her. Flicked and orbited her. I left my tongue at her opening, watching with my eyes latched as her flesh kissed me, and her hot flavor pulled me inside the so-red entrance of her pussy.

She came once with a wailing scream. But I needed more. Laying her on the floor after throwing a blanket down, I crawled between her legs. One of her shoes dangled from a limp foot, but that foot arched and her back bowed when I cruised back to the damp curls and wet entrance of her cunt.

My tongue insinuated inside, I held her hands by her hips as she restlessly rode up to my chin, my mouth, my face.

“Give me more, Tilly.”

She tore a hand loose and pushed it down on her belly, her tits heaving. “Oh,
GOD!
”

Recklessly, she stabbed all ten fingers into my shoulders, the pain only driving me on. She came with her thighs flattened to my ears, and my hands digging into her ass to savor the final richness of her orgasm.

I kissed her a last time before drawing up above her, over her, on all fours.

I kissed her mouth, filling it with her taste that had no compare.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, laughing faintly. “Where did you come from?”

“I’m your very own big bad boy, didn’t you know?”

Her hand loitered down exactly where I was big and hard and bad and about to burst the bounds.

She caressed me, and I sucked in a breath.

“I think you are very”—she turned her hand, somehow making the whole above the jeans fisting hotter than any blowjob on earth—“very good.
Howevah
shall I pay you back?”

“Get all the way naked, and then me.” I rolled onto my back and propped up on my elbows to make sure I had the very best view.

She stood up with a hand on one bare hip. “Do you want me to leave the heels on?”

I stared at her long legs encased in the lace-top stockings and the shiny wet aroused flesh of her cunt . . . back down to the temping stilettoes. “Just you.”

One high heel clicked beside my head, then the other one until she stood directly over my face.

My hands circled her ankles and ran along her calves. “Come down here, Tilly girl.”

She squatted over my face, letting me suck at her again while we both worked off the stilettoes followed by the silky stockings. She came with a smaller pulse against my tongue, her hands clutching my hair, her low gasp riddling my senses.

Tilly flipped onto her back, the stain of orgasm flushing her skin all over. Then I stood above her, smirking.

“Get me naked now.”

She tackled my boots, throwing them off impatiently. Her hands roved up my legs to my thighs and over the length of my cock. When her face lifted to me, her shiny lips curved in a luscious smile.

My cock pulsed inside the jeans, and she nipped at me.

She plucked the buttons free slowly. I wasn’t wearing boxers or briefs or anything at all, and I was hard as an ax handle and just as broad.

Tilly bared me, her mouth a hot oval pressed to the underside of my cock as soon as it was revealed. One hand worked the jeans off my feet, the other one rose to my balls and bounced them lightly.

“You look bigger.” She circled her fingertips around the head of my deep-red and throbbing dick.

“Want to be inside you, Tilly.”

She suckled the largest vein, and I braced against the wall in case my legs gave out completely.

“All these muscles.
Mmm
.” She scraped her tits against the hairs on my thighs.

I pulled her apricot tresses to the top of her head, grasped the root of my dick, and slid it all over her upturned face. She caught me with her lips, moistening the tip before popping it back out.

She licked one of my balls, her eyes finding mine, and my mouth gasped open.

“Turn around.” She nuzzled her face against the jutting meat of my cock. “I missed your tat.”

I pivoted, my head notched back on my neck, my muscles flexed to the max.

She touched me, kissing every ink covered wound and scar with her tongue. And each stroke seemed to seal my flesh in a way stitches never had. I shut my eyes and pushed my hands against the wall, rolling back against her, always for more.

“All this ass.” Grabbing my ass, she licked all over my glutes, nibbling and biting, sending my limited self-control out the window.

Tilly relented, turned me, took me immediately in her mouth.

And I gave her much, much more than a mouthful.

Soft and slow and sexy, she swallowed and sucked and widened her lips and her eyes when she opened her throat and slid me across her tongue.

I held one side of her face. My other hand clenched beside me, my fist tight, my abs tighter, my groin buckling when she flattened her hand against the hard wall of my stomach.

She nibbled down the side of my cock, took a full swinging ball inside her mouth, and twirled her wet palm up and down, up and down the stiff pole of my dick.

Changing direction, she plumped my nuts and stuck her tongue into my cock-slit before grasping the edges of the head between two wide, wet, wanton lips.

I came with a shout, instantly shoving her mouth a few inches down my shaft before sliding her back. The last shots jetted across her lips and down to her tits. I was still cursing from the feeling of firing off in her, on her, when I captured her in my arms.

My seed dripped hot between us.

We kissed with silky come on our mouths while I bore Tilly to the bed.

I lay her down, and she stretched, sensual, supine. The covers smelled like Tilly when I crawled over her. If warmth had a scent—sunshine and flowers and something spicy-cinnamon-y—it would be Tilly.

She opened her legs to me, hooking heels behind my ass.

“Fuck. Fuck.” I fumbled away from her. “Condom.”

“No condom.” Drawing me to her, she murmured, “I went on the pill.”

My hand roamed down her body and I cupped her before sliding a finger inside her.

Hot, slick, tight. She swiveled her hips to my circling finger.

When I withdrew it, she whimpered.

I met her mouth and placed my full weight on her. “Tell me if I crush you.”

“You won’t. Fuck me, Jus.”

I’d only just come, but I was ready. I speared inside her, curving her against me.

The first hit was hard and long and deep and heavy.

Tilly’s hands clung to my back. Her eyelids dropped low. She came so quickly her throbbing sex sucked me deeper.

“Oh, fuck!” I withdrew and lunged in, pushing her to the head of the bed.

It was hot and wet and wild. I punctuated each stroke with a lashing kiss, eating at her mouth, her chin, her neck, her tits.

My abs ripples. My groin tightened. My balls bunched.

On my forearms, I flipped her legs higher.

The fucking was tight and tense, and Tilly hissed when I hit a spot inside that made her drizzle over me.

Lowering my head to her ear, I coiled around her and collided inside her. Driving every gasp, every moan, each long groan.

I thrust inside her. Her back arched, and I held her in my hands, striving above her.

The last pumps from my pelvis brought me firmly against her with each slap, and slam, and smack of our bodies.

I shouted at the last moment before every single muscle tightened. The release just there. Tilly sucked on my neck and I exploded with tense motions.

“God. God. God! TILLY!”

Emptied inside of her, a flush hit my veins, a rush hit my head. I collapsed on top of her.

“I don’t want to move.” I jerked my hips again, still hard.