Bent (The Gifted Series) by Elbie Sinclair

advantage.”
                  “Yes,” she breathed.  “I want this.”
                  He wasted no time, locking his mouth with hers.  Then his hand left her breast and trailed along her hip, quickly shifting to the apex of her thighs.  At this she sat up.
                  He pulled his hand back and warily whispered “Second thoughts?”
                  She chuckled, working her yoga pants to her ankles and then dropping them to the floor. “No.  They’re my only clean ones, and well … I’m extremely ready for you, so ya know … I don’t want them soiled.”
                  “Wha—” he questioned quietly.
                  “We can’t let on to Patrice that we’ve been together.”  She saw his shadowed face nod in recognition.
                  “She’ll use it against us.”
                  “Yes.”  Joss laid down again, a bit hesitantly. “So, do you want to continue?”
                  Carter released a muffled snort.  “Sweet thing, I got a hard-on of steel over here needing some relief.”
                  She eye rolled his crass descriptiveness; he certainly wasn’t a man of poetic prose, but she felt a surge of relief that he wanted to continue. Quickly, she stripped her tank top. “We’ll use this.” She laid the top above their heads. “For cleaning up.  I have an extra, so I can hand wash it.”
                  Carter’s hand landed firmly on the side of her waist, causing her to shiver.  “Can we continue,” he jested, “or is there more pre-foreplay preparations that need attending?”
                  She didn’t appreciate his mockery.  “Look,” she snapped, “I need this as much as ye, but we must take precautions.”  She couldn’t mutter another word because her mouth was smothered by his.  His hand, once again, cupped her between the thighs.  A bit more forcefully this time.
                  “I love it—” His tongue thrust into her mouth. “When you—” Another surge. “Get ornery.”
                  Joss offered no reply, she was lost to the feeling of his tongue intertwined with hers and his naughty middle finger lightly stroking her drenched folds, gently swiping her clit in a circular motion.  Her moan released in his mouth.
                  “So close,” she barely whispered, slightly embarrassed to admit it.
                  “And you feel incredible,” he grunted in return.  He then thrust his middle finger into her heat, and she clamped herself against him, burying her mouth into his neck as a whimper tore through.  With one hand, she gripped around his neck, trying to be mindful of his injuries.  Her other hand descended to his pants.  Without pretense, she slid into them and pushed the material down, freeing his sizable cock.  He grunted into her shoulder, never letting up on his finger thrust, but added a palm grind into her clit.
                 Yes! The exquisite pleasure!  She muffled another cry, nipping his neck.
                  Her trembling hand wrapped firmly around him and she began to stroke in time with his thrusts.  Her thumb swiped his pre-cum and she had the delicious urge to bring it to her mouth for a taste.  Instead, she used it to further stroke his desire, noticing that he began to tremble.  He was close too.
                  Although she knew she was his only female option at the moment, empowerment filled her knowing that she was bringing a drop-dead gorgeous man to his ultimate release.  This further spiked her need—the feeling of sexual empowerment taking her over the edge.  The sweet build-up was a force like none she’d felt before.
                  “Carter, I’m …  Oh yes !” she fervently whispered before plastering her mouth against the saltiness at his