Up in Flames (Crash and Burn, Book Two) (A Military Romance) Read Online Free

reach up and cup his tight ass—God, so tight—and keep him inside me.
    After a minute, he withdraws, his dick leaving my lips with a wet pop. “Not like this,” he grinds out. His eyes are hooded and his muscles are tense. He jerks me off the floor and throws me over his shoulder, his hand swatting my ass to hold me in place.
    “What are you doing?” I squeal, laughing in shock.
    When he lands a harder smack on my bare cheek, I still, the sting reverberating right to my core. I feel myself grow wetter. Shit, that hurt…and felt good.
    Cole takes me right to his old bedroom. It looks different now, the walls bearing tasteful art, the bed no longer a twin but at least a queen-sized, if not larger. He throws me on top of the cover, then nudges my thighs apart and immediately thrusts a finger inside my wetness.
    I groan, roll my hips in time to the movement. God, it feels so good, and I’m growing dizzy and frantic with need. I want him inside me right now.
    “So fucking wet,” he says, then smears my juices across my bottom lip and sucks it off. “I want to taste your pussy everywhere.” His hand dips back into my channel, and he streaks my come across my belly, licks the damp flesh, then streaks down my thighs, and licks there too. Soon I’m wet all over from my liquid and his mouth. I feel dirty, sexy, wanted.
    I’m shaking so hard I can’t breathe. My hands are knotted at my sides. If he touches me one more time, I might explode so hard that I’ll die. My clit is pulsing frantically.
    Cole reaches to his bedside stand, and I hear the crinkle of foil as he gets a condom out and tugs it onto his huge dick. My mouth legitimately waters, and I swallow. When Cole lowers his body onto mine, he keeps his body hovering with one forearm, the other hand stroking my cheek, my hair. There’s a softness in his eyes that contrasts with the hard cock bobbing against my belly. It makes my heart flip in my chest.
    Then one smooth move, and he’s inside me, stretching my walls and filling me to the brim.
    He shudders, and his eyes drift closed as he pulls out, the ridges of his dick sliding along me, then pushes back in. “Fuck, kitten…” His breathing grows rapid, uneven as his hand moves to my breast and he squeezes, then licks my hard nipple.
    I rest my hands on his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex under my fingers. Widen my knees and rock my hips to draw him deeper. When I squeeze my inner walls, he curses again. “Don’t stop,” I gasp. He’s rubbing the right spot, and I drop one hand down to slick across my pulsing clit.
    Cole rams me harder, fucking me so strongly I begin to shift up the bed. He cups the top of my head to lock me in place, our bodies sliding from the sweat growing on our skin. Between his thrusts and my fingers along my wet lower lips, I feel the orgasm inching closer.
    Cole leans down and bites my shoulder—not hard, but enough to steal the breath from my lungs. “Don’t you fucking come yet,” he orders me, his voice so harsh it sounds like he’s mad. He draws my legs up until my knees are beside my head and then starts ramming me like there’s no tomorrow. Sweat forms on his brow, and he doesn’t take his eyes off me, not for a second.
    In that moment, with him buried in me, my pussy shaking and screaming to orgasm, there’s a silent message passing between us that feels so intimate it’s like he’s ripped me in two and peered inside my soul. I’m right on the edge, barely able to draw breath, hands gripping his forearms, feeling the crisp hairs under my fingers. His hands are situated below my knees to keep me spread wide for him.
    He removes one hand from a shin to flick my clit, and I’m right there, oh God, right there…I’m going to come any second now.
    “Do not move your legs,” he says. His other hand reaches up to stroke my nipple into a painful bead, and I’m so close to the edge of the cliff that I can see the bottom.
    “Please,” I beg Cole, aroused beyond