Page 20 of Rent an Enforcer

“I know.” I find the zipper on the back of her dress and lower it, and she goes with me, letting me peel the top away so I can unhook her bra. I need her. All of her. Every inch.

The sound she makes when I take her nipple between my teeth echoes off the kitchen tile. “Bedroom,” she breathes, even as she claws at the back of my neck and wraps her legs tighter around me. “I want... can we…?”

I don’t make her finish the question. Her legs are still around me when I pick her up and carry her down the hall. She weighs nothing but feels like everything.

She’s reaching for me as soon as I put her down on the bed, working the buttons on my shirt, running her palms across my chest. Her fingers trace a scar below my ribs, then one on my shoulder, then the edge of the tattoo that curls down my side. She’s reading me like a canvas, and I let her do it.

Then I hook my fingers into her waistband to pull her panties down her legs. I move slowly, watching her face the entire time. She lifts her hips to help and bites her lower lip. There’s a flush already spreading from her cheeks down her throat.

“You’re sure?” I ask, because I will always ask.

“Yes.” No hesitation. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”

I lower myself over her, bracing on one arm, kissing her while my free hand slides between her thighs. She’s soaked, probably making a puddle on the mattress. The groan I make against her mouth is involuntary. “Fuck. You’re ready.”

“I’ve been ready since you threw that turtle out the window,” she moans. I almost laugh, but then she rolls her hips against my hand and the laugh turns into something darker.

Once I’ve stripped off my slacks and boxer briefs, she looks down and her eyes go wide. I can’t pretend that does nothing for my ego as I settle between her thighs and press against her entrance. Not pushing in yet, not quite. Just letting her feel me there. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I grit out, barely holding onto the last shreds of my control.

“It won’t be,” she whispers, clawing at my back before her eyes widen. “Oh. Wait. I need to tell you something first.”

I grind my teeth harder. “What?”

“I’m on the pill. My cycle is really irregular, and my doctor said it would help regulate things, and it also helps with cramps, which are honestly a whole separate nightmare. I just thought you should know because protection is important, and I don’t want you to think I’m not being responsible, because I am. I’m very responsible, actually. I refill it every month right on schedule and⁠—”

I kiss her. Hard. She melts into it instantly; the babble dissolving on her tongue. When I pull back, she blinks up at me. “Okay,” she whispers. “That works, too.”

“I’m clean,” I tell her. “You’re covered. Can I fuck you now?”

The flush goes nuclear, all the way down to her chest. “Yes. Immediately.”

The sound she makes when I push into her slowly is something I want carved into my headstone somehow. Low and long, nails digging into my shoulders, her back arching off the mattress. I hold still once I’m fully inside her, letting her adjust, because she’s tight. Impossibly tight, devastatingly tight. The effort of not moving is costing me more than any punch I’ve ever taken.

“Are you okay?” My voice comes out rough.

“Don’t you dare stop.” Her hips shift beneath me, finding the angle. “Oh god, Tristan...”

“That’s it.” I pull back and push in again, deeper, and she cries out. “You feel so fucking good. You have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me. So tight and hot and wet.”

Each stroke pulls another sound out of her, and every sound makes me want to go harder. I keep it steady, though, because this is her first time. I’m going to make sure she remembers every second of it.

“More,” she pants. “Please. I can take it.”

“I know you can.” I grip her thigh, changing the position, opening her up wider. The angle change makes her eyes roll back. “No. Look at me.”

She does. Those wide, glassy eyes lock on mine. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper, moving inside her. “Do you know how tight your pussy is gripping me right now? Like it never wants me to leave. Is that true? You don’t want my cock to ever leave you?”

Her face goes a darker shade of red and her body goes tight around me. “Yes,” she whimpers, moving her hips in time with mine.

“I could die inside this pussy,” I growl, doing everything in my power to hold on for her sake when my entire body wants nothing more than to let go. “So sweet. I can’t wait to feel you come around me. Is that what you’re going to do? Are you gonna come on my cock?”

She’s getting close. I feel it, the way she’s starting to tighten around me. “Oh, yeah,” I growl, reaching between us to thumb her clit. “You’re gonna come for me. Right now. I want to feel it.”

She nods frantically, biting her lip, making tight, strained little squeals until she finally breaks apart. Her whole body locks up, her mouth open in a silent scream while she clenches around me in waves that drag me right to the edge.

I watch as long as I can before burying my face against her neck and letting go, spilling inside her with a groan that starts in my chest and ends somewhere I can’t reach. For a few seconds, there’s nothing else. Just her, pulsing around me with her fingers in my hair and my name whispered against my temple.

I don’t pull out right away. I stay inside her, breathing her air while our heart rates come down together. Her hand traces lazy circles on the back of my neck.