Path To Retaliation (Fighter's Den, #2)

Chapter 10 - Avery

"You can't make me!"

"Actually, I can."

"I don't deserve this bullshit!"

"You don't?" My brow goes up. "Should I recap what this past week has been like for me?"

Cameron's mouth quickly clamps shut and guilt takes over the features of his face. I immediately feel bad because I only meant it as a joke. Feeling an overwhelming need to make my man feel better, I walk right up to him and slink my arms around his waist. My breasts crush up against his pecs and he inhales harshly, eyes glazing.

"Pretty please?" I rise on my toes to peck his lips. "For me?"

His lips twitch. "I could never say no to you, sweet cheeks."

I laugh at him repeating my earlier words to me and do the same. "That's my guy."

I'm about to step back but he tightens his arms around me and holds me in place. I tilt my head in question.

"I'm gonna need some encouragement."

Grinning in understanding, I place one hand on the back of his neck and guide his head down. When I close my lips over his, he groans in satisfaction and hoists me up by my legs. They wrap around him instinctively and he places me on my kitchen island. Good thing I put on some panties. My hands fist tightly in his shirt as his greedily cup my breasts and gently squeeze. A whimper escapes me, my body coming alive and responding to him. His thumbs brush over my nipples and my back arches as a means to get even closer. The heels of my feet dig into his back to pull him as close to me as possible and I moan when the hardest part of him settles on to the softest part of me. My hips roll in a grinding motion and he wrenches his mouth away from mine in a staggering gasp before attacking my neck next.

I cry out when his teeth nip the skin right underneath my jaw before soothing the slight sting with his tongue. My hands grip the hem of his shirt and tug up in a hurry. He grips the collar to help me and together we take the damn thing off all the way. A wistful sigh leaves me as my eyes hungrily travel over his body. God, he has a gorgeous physique. All tight muscles and gleaming skin. He's not overly bulky but he's nowhere near lean. Huge biceps bulge when he lifts his arms up to run his hands through my hair. His abdomen visibly tightens when I lightly scrape my nails down his chest. My hand keeps moving south until I reach the bulge in his pants and dip inside his boxers to grip him tightly.

"Holy fuck." He chokes out, head bowing and burrowing into the crook of my head.

I pump his length steadily and with just enough force that I have him sweating in a matter of seconds. He thrusts into my hand until we establish a rhythm that brings him close to the edge.

"We need to stop. I'm gonna make a mess." He insists but he doesn't slow down in the least. I pull back to look at him with a coy smile. He seems confused but a second later his eyes widen in shock when I hop off the counter and on to my knees.

"Baby..." he starts, a little unsure while I undo his belt.

I look up at him from hooded lids as I slide his zipper down. "You did this for me. Now I do it for you."

"Yeah but I don't expect - oh, shit." He gasps loudly when I take his cock into my mouth. It's huge in both length and width so I can't take him in all the way but I go as far as I can and grip the remaining length with my hand. I pull my head back until only the tip of him remains in my mouth then slide forward once again. He groans loudly and slides one hand to the back of my head before urging my head forward and back at a pace that pleases him. I let him take lead for a couple of minutes, learning what he likes, and when I'm confident that I've got it down I take over.