Free Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5) by Maddie Taylor Page B

calling People Magazine and telling them they got it all wrong.”
    In the process of retying his tie which was a hair too short the first go round, he glanced up, his eyes seeking hers in the mirror. “How’s that?”
    “You, Master Sergeant Sean O’Brien, are ‘the sexiest man alive’ and you didn’t even get an honorable mention. I’m going to lodge a formal complaint.”
    He shook his head and with the ends of his tie hanging long down his pristine white shirt and open jacket, he came toward her. Placing a knee on the bed, he leaned over and yanked down the sheet. As his hand plumped up the cheek closest to him, he smacked it with a hot, wet kiss. She squealed in protest, not over the kiss, but the sudden cold. The room was freezing. It was fall and they hadn’t turned on the heat yet. This morning it was sorely missed.
    She tugged at the sheet, which was pinned under his other knee. “Babe, I’m cold.”
    “Hush. Let me check ‘the sexiest ass alive’ for damage.” On his knees behind her, he ran his hands over her ass stirring the fire of desire he’d left burning in the middle of the night.
    “No fair! You can’t get me all revved up and leave me. It’s cruel and inhumane punishment, Sergeant, which is against the Geneva Convention or something.”
    His body vibrated as he chuckled. “That’s for prisoners, baby. You are here of your own free will.” While he spoke, he pulled her up on her knees, ass high in the air. She felt his thumbs spread her pussy lips before his hot tongue seared a line of wet fire through her slit. Dropping down to lick over and around her clit, circling it once, his tongue dragged slowly upward, through the slickness of her lips, past her aching center and up to the tight hole which quivered in anticipation of his touch.
    “Lucky!”
    “Who said I was going to leave, anyway? I’ve got a few minutes for a quickie if you’re game.”
    “Hell yes, I’m game. I’ve needed you to fuck me for hours, you old meanie. So even if it’s only a wham-bam-tide-my-pussy-over-for-now-ma’am, I’m on board.”
    His hand came down with a loud crack. “Quit cursing like a sorry sailor, Mara.” She wasn’t able to speak, let alone swear in response as he dropped down and drove his tongue into her sopping wet center, licking and lapping at her swollen flesh. One hand reached back and curled around his wrist, anchoring herself to him, needing to touch him.
    When he sucked her clit between his lips and nibbled it with his teeth, a moan broke free. “I’m gonna come.”
    “Wait.” His mouth was gone.
    Standing at the bedside, he pulled off the uniform he had so meticulously donned moments before. It came off quickly, falling in a tangled mess on the floor as he stripped heedless of everything except his jacket. That was draped carefully over a nearby chair. Sean was behind her in seconds. Cock in hand, he swirled the head through her wetness then thrust inside. At the exquisite feel of his long slow glide, stretching and filling her full, she moaned.
    On the next stroke, when he drew back, he pulled his cock all the way out and slid his thumb in its place. He did this only once, before his hardness was back, pumping steadily inside her. Pressure at her ass had her crying out as his thumb, wet from her pussy, slipped inside. As he rode her, he palmed the center of her ass while his broad thumb hooked inside her.
    “Finger your clit.” His growl was more raspy than usual in his urgency. “I need you to come now, or I’ll be late.”
    Getting no argument from her, her hand dove between her legs and she began to work fiercely, rubbing, rolling and tapping her swollen clit.
    “That’s it,” he groaned, his fingers curling around her hip as he pulled her back to meet each thrust, “make yourself come all over my cock.”
    Sean moved faster, his thumb sliding fully inside her narrow opening at the same time he thrust deep. That was it for her. Unable to withstand anymore, she