Page 50 of My Forbidden Commander

I keep sinking, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside me and my thighs are shaking against his hips. My cock leaks between us, and I have a feeling I’m not going to need to touch myself to come tonight.

“Nothing compares to your dick, sir,” I breathe. It comes out half a laugh and half a moan. “Absolutely nothing.”

I give myself a second to adjust, my forehead dropping to his good shoulder, and then I start to move.

I ride him slow at first, testing the angle, and when I find one that has him bumping against my prostate, I stop being careful about the pace. His good hand grips my hip, guiding me without pulling and letting me set the rhythm while his hips answer every roll of mine with small, helpless thrusts of his own.

I can’t believe I have Colonel Gabriel Wolfe inside me, his perfect dick making me see stars as I fuck myself on it like it’s the only thing I need to survive. The thought alone makes my balls twitch, makes me worry I won’t last.

“Look at you,” Gabriel grinds out, staring up at me like I’m the only thing he needs to survive too. “Taking me like you were made for it.”

“Made for you,” I correct, my breath catching as I sink down hard. His answering groan has my cock leaking down the shaft.

I lean forward every now and then to kiss him, quick and messy, more breath and teeth than technique, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His hand slides from my hip to my cock between us, wrapping around me clumsily with his non-dominant hand, and the added pressure has my rhythm faltering.

“Gabriel—”

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, and strokes me in time with the roll of my hips. Between the drag of him inside me and the grip of his hand around me, I feel the edge coming up fast, faster than I want it to, because I want this to last, want to memorize every second of finally having him inside me.

“I’m not going to last,” I admit, my voice cracking.

“Then don’t.” His hand tightens. His hips push up to meet me, deep and deliberate. “Come for me, Noah.”

I obey his command, shaking as I fall apart above him, spilling over his fist and both our stomachs while my body clenches around him so hard he curses again, hips stuttering up once, twice, before he follows me over with a groan he muffles against my shoulder.

“God, Noah,” he breathes, careful even now, even while coming, not to wake up the whole base.

I collapse against his good side after, both of us breathing like we just ran the wire twice, and he winds his arm around me despite the stitches, despite Ainsley’s lecture, despite just breaking more rules than I care to think about.

“Worth tearing a stitch over, sir?” I ask against his chest.

“Don’t push your luck,” he mutters, but his hand is already stroking down my spine, slow and unhurried, and I grin against his skin because I know exactly what that means.

It means yes.

25

GABRIEL

Noah is warm by my side, his breathing slow and even against my chest. I should close my eyes and let it lull me to sleep. Instead, I lie here doing what I do best: ruminating on the choices I’ve been making since Noah bulldozed his way into my life.

After decades of denial, forcing myself to be straight, resisting the urges I thought I buried deep… I had sex with a man.

Not watched it happen alone in some motel room, with shame and regret already loaded and waiting. And it wasn’t just touching a man or letting a man touch me. I was inside Noah Reyes tonight, and I moaned his name while I came harder than I’ve ever come in my life. Inside a man. I came inside a man.

“You’re thinking too loud,” he mutters against my chest, not bothering to lift his head.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I was. You woke me with your heavy sighing.” He shifts, careful of my shoulder, propping his chin on his forearm so he can look up at me. In the dark, his eyes are more black than brown. “What’s the verdict, Colonel? Do you regret what happened?”

“No,” I say, surprised at how much I mean it. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

I hesitate, still lazily stroking his back.

“Tell me about your family,” I say instead of giving him my troubled thoughts.