“You can clear them the fuck up,” he ordered, heading back to his locker just as Joel leaned down and picked up one of the douches.
“What you got these for? My sister has one of these, said they’re for turkey basting or something.” Joel stared at the object in his hand and squeezed the bulb, a whoosh of air seeping from it.
And I lost it for a second time, having no choice but to sit down rather than collapsing, my shaking body struggling to keep me upright.
“What?” he asked incredulously, Joel never seeming more like the sweet, naïve soul he was than in this moment, and glancing around confused as fuck as the whole room overflowed with raucous laughter.
“I swear this is not my job.” Ollie peered up at the ceiling, hands on hips. But I knew our captain would step up and stop the kid from squirting himself in the face with the anal douche. He was a good guy like that.
CHAPTER15
EDDIE
While Pearce stayedtrue to his word and didn’t act differently in front of my daughter, every glance, slight uplift of my lips, and the barely there touches when Lottie wasn’t looking were enough to make it almost impossible to not race through bedtime. By the time Lottie was fast asleep, I all but vibrated in need.
It was that absolute need combined with the knowledge I was leaving tomorrow that had me dragging him into his bedroom. As soon as the door locked with a heavy snick, I was on him. Between tugging off his suit and tearing my own clothes off, I whispered my need for him.
“You were so incredible tonight.” I landed another kiss on his stomach before backing up on the mattress, making my intentions perfectly clear.
“Yeah?” His gaze didn’t stray as he watched my every move. When I lay back, I bent my legs, opening myself to him. “Fucking hell,” he said with a groan and knelt on the mattress, eyes zeroing in between my legs. With the way his eyes darted around, it was clear he didn’t know where to settle—my dripping cock or my aching hole.
“Why don’t you get over here so we can celebrate properly?” That I sounded like I’d run a marathon with just how ragged my breaths were was a testament to just how desperate Pearce made me. Watching him play had worked me up to the point of embarrassed discomfort. Then all those small tells over our late supper that let me silently know what he wanted to do to me had been enough to have me craving the man.
I felt wanton as fuck, and it was one hell of a rush I could totally get on board with.
Before he moved, I snatched the lube I’d thrown on the mattress. The opening click and the following dribble of fluid on to his fingers was enough for goose bumps to spring to life.
“You look fucking hot.” The reverence in his voice caught my breath, my heart tripping over itself.
And then finally, at last, he moved, angling down, his mouth touching my skin.
Fire chased Pearce’s kisses as he worked his way up from my ankle to my thigh. I groaned, stomach tightening, only to huff out a rumbling sigh when he bypassed my dick and latched on to my nipple instead. He nibbled and lapped, causing me to squirm before combustion was possible, especially with how his fingers stretched as they worked in and out of me. I was nowhere near as ready as I had been that first night, courtesy of the plug, but I wanted the sting, to stretch around his girth so badly, I panted, “I’m ready. Get inside me.”
His quiet chuckle reached my ears and drew my gaze to his. With flushed cheeks and blown pupils, Pearce was the epitome of delicious. And I couldn’t wait until he was back inside me. This time with no untimely interruptions.
“But that’ll mean I can’t do all the things I imagined.”
“If your imagination went beyond the bounds of your dick in my ass, then it can wait.”
A self-satisfied grin beamed on his face as he angled up, this time sensibly reaching for the condom. “Since you look so hot when you’re squirming—”
“Not squirming.”
“Uh-huh.”
I so was squirming.
“Well, since you look so hot when you’re pretending not to squirm, I’m happy to go easy on you.”
The way he looked at me, the small smirk, heated eyes, it was enough to get me wriggling. The asshole knew what he was doing. Meanwhile here I was, needier than I’d ever been in my life, and wondering what the fuck I’d been playing at for the past five years.
Rather than share any of that with him, I grinned. “Not too easy on me.” Sure, I liked the idea of going soft and slow with Pearce—a couple of mutual hand jobs had already gone down that way—but for this first time of fucking, desperation kept a firm grip on my body.
“That,” he said, voice dipping as he edged closer, brushing his covered cock along my taint until it reached my lubed hole, “I can promise you.”
Inch by slow, delectable inch, Pearce eased inside me. The stretch, the burn, was everything I needed. It grounded me, and even as I released a shuddery breath, my gaze latched on to his, refusing to let go.
I wanted every reaction, every tender, heated look.
