Free IGO: Sudden Snow by RaeLynn Blue Page B

that’s good.”
    Encouraged by his moans, she rubbed his ass and raked her nails across his pale globes. Palming his balls, she watched the twisted pleasure flashing across his face. She wet a finger and glided it along the path between his balls and his anus, making his body tense.
    She managed to hold his cock between her lips and she slowly sunk lower, and lower, taking as much of him as she could. He grunted from her efforts and raised his hips, moaning.
    She took him in again and again, enjoying the taste of him. The ecstasy slipping from between his lips fueled her own fire and forced her pace to increase. She released his member and cupped his balls, slid her lips down his shaft, to her fingers and over his testicles. He shivered as she made her way back up to its bulbous tip, where she reclaimed his shaft and bobbed up and down on it.
    She lost track of place, time, the Ganor project, everything. Nothing existed but him, and her, this time, this place, and this purpose. She wanted to taste him, all of him, and for the life of her, this thought turned her on more than any other. She moaned in pleasure at the feel of his hard cock inside her mouth, touching the back of her throat, filling her with his lust.
    She ran her tongue just underneath the tip of his cock. His body jerked and his hands slipped down from her hair before gripping the bed instead. His breathing changed. “Damn, Cricket, damn, damn! You. Gonna. Make. Me. Come!”
    She hummed in delight.
    “Here I come!” he moaned. His seed shot fast into her throat. And she accepted him, all of him.

 
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
    Darryl smiled as he awoke to the dimly lit quarters. The rough texture of an IGO-issued blanket scratched his nude chest and his muscles tensed. He shoved it from his face and reached across the foam mattress to the supple warmth that had cushioned him and roused him throughout the night. Instead of the sensual curve of Cricket’s hip, he found a vacant, cold spot.
    Fear rushed him to the point he shot up to a sitting position, his hand searching in vain for his weapon. With wide eyes he investigated the quarters with a hasty sweep. Where the hell was she?
    “Cricket?” he called, voice dangerously close to going into security chief mode. “Cricket!”
    “Yes?” she called back, emerging from the dark shadows to the right of the plasma display. With her face a scowl, she stepped in front of the screen’s illumination. Her hair fell free across naked shoulders. A sexy silhouette against the plasma screen’s rays, she blocked a ton of text windows cluttering the surface.
    “You gave me a start,” he said, slowing his breathing. “I’m supposed to protect you.”
    “I know, I…” She faltered into silence. “There’s so much data and so little time.”
    “Don’t do that to me again,” he said, irritation rippling across his person. “Ever.”
    “Oh, okay, sir,” she whispered, crossing her arms over her chest -- which he saw was nude.
    The quiver in her voice unnerved him. He didn’t like the sadness reverberating through her words. And he wanted nothing more than to erase it from her being.
    Darryl pushed the covers from his equally nude body, and he got out of the bed. The sight of her stirred him again, despite the numerous times he found himself buried balls deep inside her hot tunnel throughout the night. The sheer sight of her nakedness enthused him. He’d lost count of how often he awoke to find his cock still inside her as if reluctant to vacate her well.
    Closing the distance between them in mere steps, he reached for her and tilted her head back. His lips met hers and he kissed her, long, deep and with cravings. She moaned from the back of her throat and he kissed her neck as if drinking from a well of spring water.
    “When you make that sound, I want to take you back to the bed,” he confessed against her ear. He licked the lobe and nibbled there. His hands glided up to her breasts. They closed over the