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  Jason held her gaze for long seconds before lowering his face to her breast. After releasing the grip he had on her nipple, he thrummed the swollen bud with his thumb. “Gorgeous. I love how your nipples react to my touch.” His thumb popped free of her mouth as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

  She didn’t have a moment to think before his enormous palms held her torso while his mouth descended to her nipple.

  Libby gasped, her mouth falling open. She set her hands on his shoulders and then slid them into his thick, short hair. It didn’t escape her attention that she was nearly naked while he was still fully clothed.

  For a moment, he twirled his tongue around the swollen, tight bud, making her whimper, but then he suddenly sucked it into his mouth. Hard. Almost too hard. Just exactly hard enough.

  Libby had craved an evening with a military man for years. Nothing had prepared her for this. Already she knew she was going to be ruined for other men. She’d visualized his hardness, his firm body, a thick stiff cock, but not this heady dominance. The kind of thing she thought only existed in books. The kind of thing she’d craved but never expected would happen in real life.

  It snuck up on her, and she fucking loved it. If someone would have asked her an hour ago if she was submissive, she would have laughed them out of the ballroom. But the moment he’d commanded her to say goodbye to her friends, the air around them had shifted. Her usually strong, opinionated, assertive self had disappeared in a heartbeat, leaving behind someone she didn’t recognize. Someone who would gladly kneel before this man and do anything he wanted.

  God, this was a dream. The perfect sort of dominant. Not the cocky, macho, vain men she’d dated in the past. Not even close.

  Goosebumps rose all over her skin as he stroked the underside of her other breast with his thumb. His mouth popped free, releasing the offended nipple, but only long enough to capture its twin. This time, his teeth bit down, again with the perfect pressure. Another sharp, delicious pain made her shiver.

  Libby’s brain could hardly keep up with Jason’s movements. One second he was stroking her breasts; the next second his fingers were gripping her butt. He molded his palms to her flesh, squeezed, pulling her cheeks apart, tormenting her further with every passing second.

  When he slipped his fingers under the elastic of her thong and drew it down her thighs, she moaned. He tapped one ankle and then the other to remove the skimpy garment.

  This entire night was surreal. Part of her thought if she pinched herself, she would wake up and find she hadn’t even attended the wedding yet. But Jason had pinched her skin so many times, that idea wasn’t possible.

  In another frenzied change of pace, Jason released her nipple, gripped the backs of her thighs, his palms halfway on her ass, and lifted her off the floor as he stood.

  She cried out as her feet left the floor.

  He was grinning at her as he flattened her to the wall, her head level with his. “Wrap your legs around me, little one.”

  She complied, crossing her ankles at the small of his back.

  “Good girl.” He spun around and carried her across the room to the bed where he deposited her on her back.

  She had a tight hold around his neck, but as her body hit the mattress, he commanded, “Arms above your head, baby girl.”

  Libby was shaking as she released his neck and lifted her arms. She marveled at the terms of endearment he’d chosen. Coming from anyone else, they would have sounded insulting. She would have slapped any previous man who dared call her little or baby. She was self-conscious about her size most of the time. But not with Jason. Somehow it was different with him. He made her feel protected and cherished. She clasped her fingers together above her head, causing her small breasts to rise on her chest. Wetness pooled between her legs.

  “Spread your legs, Libby. Wide for me, baby.” He held her gaze as if taking her pulse at all times. Every ounce of his attention was on her.

  This. This was what she’d been missing. A man who made it obvious he was far more interested in her needs than his own. He was bossy, but not in the way she’d previously experienced. He hadn’t ordered her to take off his shoes or make him a sandwich, ensuring she was put in her place. He’d basically ordered her to…enjoy herself.

  She released the grip she had with her ankles at the small of his back and opened up for him, shocked by her ability to be so easily controlled. Once again, she reminded herself how different this experience was. She’d slept with a few men. Three to be exact. None had made her burn like this. None had made her come at all.

  Jason lifted off her, stood at the side of the bed, and dragged her closer to the edge. His fingers circled her ankles and then danced up her legs. “Damn, you’re so fucking tiny,” he murmured.

  There was no arguing that point. She was petite. Every part of her. And though she’d had sex before, she was a bit concerned about how big his cock might be when and if he finally removed any of his clothes.

  He trailed his fingers up her thighs and pressed them wider, making her glad she’d decided to shave—everywhere—that morning. It was unnerving lying there panting while he stared at her naked body, soaking in every inch of her, his gaze wandering up and down before landing again at the apex of her sex.

  She half-thought she might orgasm before he touched her. When he parted her labia with his fingers, she gasped and arched her chest, her head tipping back at the intimacy.

  Instead of touching her where she most needed contact, his fingers trailed back down her legs to her ankles. He went to work removing her dainty gold heels next.

  He glanced at her, his eyes dancing with mirth. “Love these shoes. I’d leave them on, but I’m afraid you might stab me with the pointed tips while I eat your sweet pussy.”

  Another shiver. A rush of wetness.

  He dropped the second heel to the floor and then grasped her thighs and lowered his face between her legs. With no warning or pretense, he suckled her, licking and tasting and flicking his tongue everywhere.

  She cried out, gripping her fingers together, afraid she might forget his demand and lower her arms. It was hard to focus on that order, but she wasn’t in the mood to find out what he might do if she disobeyed him. She wanted to know what he could do with his mouth first. And then his cock.

  His lips curled around her clit, holding it captive, suckling, flicking, tormenting the tiny nub.

  Her body started shaking. She whimpered as she neared orgasm quickly. This was so unlike her. She’d never come without a vibrator. She’d never come in the presence of another person. It was exhilarating. There was no way to stop it or even slow the pace.

  When Jason started flicking his tongue rapidly over the bundle of nerves, she tipped over the edge, her entire body pulsing with the release as she moaned. He was relentless, not releasing her until her orgasm subsided—choosing the exact moment when the contact would have switched from glorious to too sensitive.

  He lifted his face, swiped his mouth with the backs of his fingers, and then dragged her farther up the bed as if she weighed nothing. Which she did, compared to him. The man probably benched twice her weight.

  Jason crawled onto the bed and up her body, nudging her legs wider before settling between them. His next frenzied assault was on her lips. The moment his mouth landed on hers, she opened for him, tasting herself on him. The sheer naughtiness of this encounter made her shudder as he angled his head to one side and devoured her.

  He kissed with the same level of urgency as he’d sucked her nipples and then eaten her pussy. This first kiss was more of a tsunami. Mind-blowing. Life-altering. She was fully consumed by him. His taste. His soft lips. The power behind his every movement. The way his cock nestled between her sensitive folds as he pressed against her. Why the hell was he still dressed?

  Jason cupped her face with both hands, angling her head where he wanted it. He tasted every inch of her mouth, frantically deepening the kiss with every passing moment as if he were dying of thirst
and she was his last drink.

  When he finally broke free, he shoved to standing again, his gaze penetrating hers as his hands went to work on the buttons of his shirt.

  She lifted her arms, suddenly feeling exposed and wanting to roll to her side or shield herself in some way.

  “Don’t move an inch, little one,” he admonished. “Keep your arms where I put them. Legs open. You’re so fucking sexy. Every inch of you. Let me watch your chest rise and fall while I remove my clothes.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath, surprised by her willingness to obey him. It was impossible not to. He commanded it. This was his show. He was that powerful. It didn’t occur to her to disobey him. It wasn’t an option.

  She splayed her legs open wider, pressing her knees into the mattress as she drew in deep breaths.

  He dropped his dress shirt to the floor finally and slowly lifted his white T-shirt over his head. For some reason, he didn’t seem to be in nearly as big of a hurry to remove his clothes. He was performing for her. Stripping. The sight was amazing.

  Libby let her gaze wander down his hard, defined pecs, noticing his only tattoo was on his right bicep. She recognized the insignia as some sort of military tattoo—a skull wearing a beret with a knife between his teeth. Every inch of his skin was perfection. Gloriously masculine and all Alpha.

  He undid his dress pants and lowered them next as he kicked off his shoes. Socks disappeared, and then his hands went to the waistband of his briefs to shrug them over his hips.

  When his cock sprang free, she gasped before she could stop herself. He was huge. Jesus. Thick and long and so hard. His erection bobbed in front of him as he let her look. Finally, he bent over, grabbed his pants, and pulled a foil packet out of the pocket. When he stepped closer and used one knee to climb back up onto the bed, she was no longer breathing.

  He nestled between her legs again, this time his warm, hard flesh pressing against her pussy. He landed on his elbows and cupped her face. “Your eyes are very wide. Are you a virgin?”

  She shook her head. “No. Just… You’re bigger than I’ve seen before.”

  He smiled slowly. “Don’t worry. I’ll work you up to it. If this is what you want, I mean. Tell me to stop and I will.”

  Her eyes popped wider. Stop? Is he crazy? “God no.”

  His grin widened. “Okay. Just checking. I know I’m demanding when I fuck. I like to be in control of everything, but I don’t take what isn’t freely offered.”

  “I’m yours.” After those words slid out, she sucked in a breath. They were too intense for this one-night stand.

  He didn’t flinch though. In fact, his gaze searched her face. “I like the sound of that, little one.”

  She licked her lips. “For the night, I mean.” Obviously. She didn’t want him to think she was getting ahead of herself or that she was clingy. This was a one-night stand. She was clear on that.

  Ignoring her explanation, he continued, “I’m going to stretch you with my fingers nice and slow, and then I’m going to fuck you. You’re not going to move an inch while I do so. If you do, two things will happen.” He lifted a brow.

  She took the bait. “What two things are those?” Her words were barely audible. Breathy.

  “I’ll come too fast if you try to control things or squirm, and then I’ll flip you over and spank your bottom for disobeying me before I let you come. Understood?”

  She nodded. “Yes.” One word. Breathed out. The thought of his palm spanking her bottom caused a rush of arousal to run out of her. She shuddered. No one had ever come close to dominating her like this. Even verbally he was a master of her body.

  In her wildest dreams, she’d never imagined this night going down like this. Him dominating her. Her obeying his every word.

  Her liking it.

  Craving it.

  Wanting more.

  Part of her wanted to feel the sting of his palm on her bottom. More of her wanted to feel his cock in her pussy.

  Jason rose onto his knees and then kneeled between her legs, pressing them wider again. He held her hip down with one large hand while he found her folds with his other fingers.

  He held her gaze for a long time as he eased a finger into her, and she marveled at the way he could manage to so precisely drive her mad with desire while his gaze remained on hers. And then she realized why he was doing so. He was gauging her reaction, making sure she was okay. It was endearing.

  He glanced down and watched as he drew his finger in and out of her several times. “May I add a second, little one?”

  “Yes. Please,” she begged, instinctively trying to lift her hips.

  He held her down, one brow lifting. He didn’t say a word, but she felt the reprimand and stopped fighting him, forcing herself to relax into the mattress as he fingered her. “Sorry.”

  He gave her a knowing smile and scissored his fingers.

  She moaned at the stretch. Even his two fingers were bigger than any previous cock she’d had.

  “So tight, baby. Gonna add a third now.”

  She nodded consent, her teeth gritted against the combination of pain and pleasure he seemed fond of doling out. As he entered her, her lips parted on a gasp.

  “That’s it, little one. Relax. Take my fingers. My cock is smaller than how far I’m stretching you now.” He pushed them deeper.

  She held her breath.

  When his palm flattened against her clit, she whimpered. “Such a good girl. Has anyone ever dominated you like this before, baby?”

  She shook her head.

  “Did you know you were submissive?”

  She shook her head again.

  He smiled. “You’re so delightfully pliant. I’ve never seen anyone as deliciously submissive as you. Your obedience pleases me greatly. I will reward you.”

  Her body trembled.

  “Are you ready for my cock, little one?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He eased his fingers out, reached for the condom, and rolled it down his length.

  “I’m not a missionary kind of guy,” he stated, “Not usually. But something about you makes me want to assume that position. Hover over you so I can gauge your reaction, watch your face. Your expressions are so precious.” He lowered over her body again, nestling his cock at her entrance as he slid his hands up her arms and then pulled her fingers apart.

  He flattened their combined hands against the mattress and kissed her again, slowly this time, as if savoring her.

  Without warning, he thrust into her to the hilt.

  She cried out at the intense pressure. The stretch. The twinge of pain.

  “Relax around my cock. Let yourself adjust… That’s a girl.”

  Her body gradually accommodated him, making her grateful he hadn’t taken his time entering her. He held steady until she started to squirm with the need for friction.

  He gave her a slight grin. “Don’t be greedy. Stay still. I’ll decide how much you get and when you get to come.”

  She shuddered, violently this time, his words penetrating deeply. He wasn’t simply dominant; he was powerfully controlling. And damn good at it. She wondered if other women dared to defy him, and then she wondered what the consequences were like.

  When she gave up the fight and settled, he finally eased almost out and then thrust back into her. For the first time, she saw a crack in his armor. His lips parted and his eyes rolled back. Before this moment, the only way she could have been sure how much she affected him had been the stiffness of his cock.

  He eased back out again, seeming to gain some control, though when he met her gaze, he whispered, “You slay me. Your pussy is so fucking tight. So perfect. I’m not going to last as long as I would have liked.”

  How was he even able to give such a speech? Her own words were stuck somewhere, unwilling to follow the synapses of her brain to her mouth. All she could do was blink and hope he moved again soon. Harder. Faster. Anything.

  It was one thing for her to have come ag
ainst his mouth, but it would seem she was going to orgasm again with his cock inside her. Unexpected. All-consuming.

  His eyes slid closed as he picked up the pace, pursing his lips and gripping her hands tighter. She doubted he realized how firm his hold was. She didn’t care. Her hands might be sore tomorrow. It would be worth it.

  Jason’s lips parted on a gasp, telling her he was close. Just when she thought he would orgasm, he stopped moving, holding his erection deep, grinding the base against her clit. “Come, baby girl. I want to feel your orgasm around my cock before I release.” He pressed harder against her with his words.

  She shattered, as if his command were capable of making her orgasm. Her pussy gripped at his erection, pulsing around him while her vision swam and nothing but white-hot pleasure filled her body.

  Seconds later, he moved, faster, harder, deeper. And then he gasped, holding himself fully buried in her, his forehead landing on the mattress next to her face. His entire body jerked with his orgasm. She swore she could feel the pulses of his cock.

  Time stood still, the earth shifting a bit on its axis as Libby fully grasped the seriousness of this situation.

  She’d meant to have a one-night stand with a man in uniform. A pleasant fuck with a white guy who was tall and buff and built.

  She wasn’t going to see him again. He lived in Fort Hood, when he was in town. He was active military. She lived in Dallas. A flight attendant with a busy schedule and a family who would never hear of this interlude and would look down upon her with scorn if they ever found out.

  She put those thoughts out of her mind. For now, she just wanted to savor this experience as long as she could. Every moment of it.

  Chapter 2

  “You just snuck out?” Christa asked as the two of them shoved their suitcases in the back of her SUV early the following morning.

  “What was I supposed to do? He was dead asleep. The sun wasn’t even up,” Libby told her friend as she stepped out of the way so Bex and Shayla could add their overnight bags to the mix.

  Shayla leaned over the suitcases to push everything to one side. Ironically, at five-eight, she was the tallest of the four of them. Ironic only because she was half-Asian. Her mother was barely taller than Libby. Her father, on the other hand, was a six-foot-two white man. Shayla was graced with a few extra inches thanks to him. She was also graced with the most gorgeous skin, hair, and eyes. They all envied her. She tucked her long, pin-straight hair behind her ear as she righted herself. “So he never even knew about your full-on walk of shame,” she teased.