Ice (Elite Forces #1)(6)

       
           



       

His touch isn't gentle. It's demanding, rough, and it has my skin on fire, burning and smoldering into an ache for more.

He flips me around to face away from him just before his hard body  crashes into mine, causing us both to stumble forward until we're  against the wall. The cool planes of the wall do nothing to cool the  flaming desire I have.

I turn my face so that it's my cheek against the concrete. My nipples  slide against my shirt with each deep breath I take. His hand glides  down my body again until he's filled his palm with my ass. "This will be  mine soon. I can fucking promise you that." His hard cock grinding into  the crevice of my ass leaves my mind fraying like a nylon rope, my  pussy pulsing, and images I've never even thought of before scattering  across my fog-induced brain.

He's consumed me. I came in here with the plan to never let him touch me  again, and in literally ten seconds, he has me begging inside. I want  him to devour me, and I want to fucking devour him.

Our deep, desperate breaths match up as he moves his face next to mine.  He pulls my lips toward his and turns me around to face him just before  our lips have the chance to touch. He takes a step back.

I plaster my back against the wall, palms at my sides, and welcome the  scrape across my skin as I move. Right now, I'm thankful for this wall.  I'm not really sure if I would be standing without it. Oh, I'm shaking  alright, quivering even. I feel my knees knocking, my heart is pounding  and skipping around in my chest.

He's watching me; I can feel his eyes move over my body, while I can't  seem to move mine from watching his chest sink with each exhale. Fuck  me, he's just as affected as I am. He's driving me crazy inside as I  lose the battle of standing strong against his advances. I know how good  he feels, and my body won't allow me to even consider denying myself  the pleasure he can bring.

"Take off your shirt." I move with confidence at his demand. "Bra too." I  expose myself bare to him. His penetrating gaze shifts from my face to  my neck, then locks onto my heaving chest. My nipples seem to beg for  his command as they harden to an excruciating need of pain. I wait for  him to say something. Touch something. Fucking do some...thing. Any damn  thing.

I begin to fight myself internally, the need to be touched or touch  myself driving me out of my ever-loving mind. I refrain from taking the  step to show him I'm weak at the moment. I'm stronger than this shit. I  don't need a man. I don't fucking wait for a man. And I sure as fuck  don't beg for a man.... that is until him, but he doesn't need to know  that.

He steps toward me once again, grinding his cock into me, sliding me up  the wall as he does. His beard is soft against my neck as he trails his  tongue down toward my chest. My once heated skin chills everywhere with  his touch.

"What is your pretty little head thinking? Are you craving this?" He  rolls his hips forward, grinding his bulge against me, sending my eyes  closed and a frantic internal plea for him to do it again. He does, and I  run my fingers through his hair and moan against his ear when he  reaches between us to tug at my belt.

My pants slide down, and I kick my boots off to free my legs entirely.  If that doesn't answer his question, then I don't know what the hell  will. He grabs his own belt, tugs it loose, and I watch his sturdy  fingers make a hasty effort to lose his pants. Son of a bitch, not only  do I have one hell of a Commander to look at, I've also been hit with a  man who wants to fuck me again.

He steps back again to watch me. Standing here completely naked is new  to me. I've never treated sex any differently than fulfilling a need,  then moving on. His stare is intense, touching parts of me that have  never been touched. Inside shit that I'm not sure I like being  affected... and it's starting to make me nervous, which is a new emotion  for me. I'm confident in every damn thing I do, so why is it so  different with him? He's not any better than I am.

"Why are you watching me like that?" I ask angrily.

"Because I can."

"What if I don't like it?" I snap. Why is he taking so long to move to  me? Has he changed his mind now that I'm ass naked in front of him?

"You'd better get used to it." He's so fucking self-assured, standing  there in front of me, stroking his cock. With a cock like that, he's  sure to be confident. I watch him as he continues to stroke it and can't  help but look forward to feeling him fill me once again. I know it'll  be raw, hard fucking with him, apparently just how I like it.

I grow impatient and decide to move forward on him. My hands grip his  strong shoulders and he picks me up until my legs are wrapped around his  waist. He steps forward until I'm against the wall again, then slides  his bare cock inside me. I gasp from the sudden intrusion that stretches  me wide, but I love how he makes me feel as he moves inside me.                       
       
           



       

I pull back once I realize what he's done. I do everything I can to try  to stop him, but my strength up against his holds no power here at all.  "Fuck. What are you doing?" I plead as I try to pull away from him with  my back against the wall.

"I know you're clean. I know you can't get pregnant because you've had  the shot, and I'll be damned if I fuck you with a condom ever again." He  pulls back before thrusting into me harder than before, filling me  instantly.

"Fuck. You feel so fucking good on my dick. Just like I knew you would."  Oh my god. The urge to scream claws up my throat. His name is right  there on the tip of my tongue, and I'm fighting like hell not to yell  while he fills me completely.

He begins to fuck me fast and hard with one of his hands gripping my  ass, the other pulling on my hair. My back scrapes against the rough  wall with every thrust, but I don't dare stop him. The burn of the  scratches increases my sensitivity to him, and I can't stop the  screaming from my mouth when I start to orgasm.

He wraps his hand over my mouth, never once slowing down as he starts to  fuck me even harder. I bite down on his palm and he groans, obviously  loving my reaction.

"Oh yeahhhh. I can't wait to fuck you when I don't have to hide that  gorgeous sound coming from your lips." His words are a growl while he  pounds into me over and over. My second orgasm hits and again, I can't  control it. Fuck. His cock hits me perfectly like this. It's like he's  angled with the exact purpose to hit my G-spot. I feel my inner walls  tightening and pulsing around his length as he continues to fuck me with  purpose.

"Fuckkkkkkkk." I try to pull back from him because I know I'm about to  lose it. I can't control this level of buildup and know shit is about to  get crazy. He pulls me closer, never letting up. Fucking me intensely  and vigorously, pounding relentlessly into me.

He throws his hand over my mouth once again. "Next time you're getting a  ball gag." I dig my nails into his back, trying to hold it all in.  Fuck, I've never been fucked like this. He knows how to do this, and I'm  pretty sure he's just ruined me for life. I'll always compare sex to  this feeling right fucking here.

He groans a few times just before I feel his warmth inside me. He soon  finds his release and slowly stills himself. That's a first too. I've  never dropped my guard enough to let a man pour himself inside me. It's a  control thing, and it's obvious I've lost all fucking control.

He holds me while we both steady our breathing. Both exploring each  other with our eyes as we do. I fucking hate and love what this man does  to me. Damn him for having this much control.

He lets me down, sliding his black t-shirt over his head before he  tosses it to me. "Here, use this to clean up. Even though I'd love for  you to smell like me, sex is like a weapon out here. It's as deadly as  the scent of a woman. And trust me, Jade, your scent alone can drive a  man to his goddamn knees." I'm frozen in this spot. His words  practically paralyze me, but the sight of his tattoos shocks me. He's  very naked, yet covered in tattoos on his back, arms, and most of his  chest. His legs have a few and frankly look out of place on his  otherwise insanely inked canvas.

"Holy shit. Your tattoos." I'm lost in them.

"Yeah. I have a few." When he starts to pull up his pants, I just want  to stop him and inspect every single tattoo on his perfect body.

Words fail me as my eyes try to take in everything I'm seeing. This is an unheard-of amount of tattoos for the Army.

"I can't stop looking."

"You'll have to, Captain. We have shit to do. We'll be here for days if  you try to see them all. And if you keep looking at me that way, my cock  will be hard again in no time." Oh hell. I'm intrigued now. I need to  at least ask about one of them.