Storm Bound, page 5
Fiendish bastard. If she hadn’t wanted him so damned much, she would have delivered a lecture on pushing a woman to the simmering point and then holding back. He must have gotten the message because he stepped up the assault. Now their mouths tangled, sucking and nipping until he’d woven a cocoon of lust around her. Every inch of her ached for his touch, whether fingers or mouth or the amazing hardness that pressed into her belly.
When it all became so overpowering she couldn’t breathe, she tipped her head back and dragged air into her lungs. That didn’t begin to slow him down. Instead, he moved his attention to her throat, laying searing kisses downward to where it connected to her shoulder. He nipped at the tender skin, hard enough to urge a yelp of surprise and pleasure from her. By instinct, she arched her back, the action crushing her breasts against the muscles of his chest. The coarse hairs teased her nipples, already so tender, and she gasped in shock.
The wolf turned gentle and soothed the spot on her neck with his tongue. A pleasant rasp, but she needed so much more. In a silent plea, she dug her nails into his back.
He chuckled. “That’s my she-wolf.”
“You’re taking your sweet time with this.”
“Impatient thing.” He flexed his hips, pushing his cock against her belly. “If I can wait, so can you.”
“Yeah, and I can tear you apart with my bare hands, too.”
“I don’t doubt it for a minute.” He dipped his head and nibbled on her shoulder, again smoothing the skin with his tongue.
He planned to torture her, obviously. Force her to beg or something equally shameless. Pride had flown out the window minutes ago, leaving nothing but nerves stretched to the breaking point and a pussy so damp she was probably leaving a spot on the carpet. One thing, though—when she finally did come—it would feel like no climax she’d ever had before. Maybe his ruthlessness had some purpose, after all.
When he finally moved lower, easing his body over hers, she could have wept with relief and joy. He cupped one breast in his big hand and kneaded the flesh as his mouth went to the other. Sucking gently on the nipple, he separated her from reality and propelled her into a world where nothing existed except the feel of him and the certainty that they’d come together and soon.
She gave up fighting or worrying or even doing anything to give him pleasure. The next few minutes would be for her and her needs. Blood rushed in her ears, and her heart beat as if it would burst out of her chest, and he went right on unraveling every tether that held her to Earth.
When he’d finished teasing one nipple with his mouth, he moved to the other one, circling it with his tongue. Beneath him, she’d somehow begun to press her thighs together. He’d made her wait so long, she’d had to do something to ease the throbbing. Of course, she’d only made matters worse as her need took on a life of its own.
He released her breast and eased himself to one side so that he could let his hand drift downward, over her belly to her pelvis and then lower. When he slid his fingers between her thighs, her legs pressed against them in a movement she couldn’t possibly have prevented.
“Please, Wolf.” She gasped and shuddered. “Oh God, please.”
“Open for me.” His voice came out harsh, half plea and half command. As if he’d arrived at the same desperate place that she had.
Somewhere, she found the strength to move her legs, parting her thighs to make a place for him between them. By this point, whether he used his cock or his mouth didn’t matter, as long as he gave her something—anything—to let the orgasm come.
But when he finally slid the rest of the way down and nudged her legs farther apart to make room for his shoulders, she sent up a prayer of thanks to any deity who might be listening. She could have this now and a good fucking later. The encounter wasn’t about to end. It was just beginning.
And oh! He made it good. So unbelievably good. He started with long, slow passes of his tongue over her swollen lips. Each upward swirl grazed her clit enough to make it ready for the next and the next.
What idiot had wanted to rush the orgasm when she could have this heaven for as long as she could hold on? She lay there and let him give her pleasure she wouldn’t have thought possible. The cord that held her to reality stretched tighter and tighter as he gave up lapping at her and concentrated on her hypersensitive bud. Circling it and pressing with his tongue until she couldn’t breathe.
Finally, he sucked her clit into his mouth, and she lost her battle. The climax gripped her, squeezing her in its fist. The power of it rushed through her and then burst into a thousand stars. She let loose a wrenching cry as the spasms started. They came hard and fast on each other, building to a crescendo before the orgasm subsided.
Even then, as she went limp against the carpet, moaning, echoing aftershocks continued. Soft reminders of how he’d made her body obey.
He rested his head on one thigh and his hand on the other. Sighing, she reached down to stroke his face—the only way she could thank him until she could speak again.
“Well,” a voice said. Jon, somewhere nearby. They had a witness. In a few minutes, she might be able to gather up enough strength to care.
“Pretty devious, partner,” Jon said. “You cheated.”
“I didn’t cheat.” Wolf’s fingers gripped her thigh in a possessive manner. “We didn’t have any rules.”
Rules? Cheating? They were talking about the amazing oral sex she’d just enjoyed the same way they spoke about their game of basketball.
“Unless I’m mistaken, you still haven’t won our bet,” Jon said.
Bet? That last was enough to open her eyes. She found Wolf’s face over hers as he covered her body with his own.
“You’re mistaken,” he said as he entered her with one thrust.
Her eyes drifted shut as he took total possession of her. If he hadn’t prepared her, she might have had trouble accepting his bulk. Instead, she could simply lose herself in how he stretched her, creating friction against her inner walls. Though he supported his weight on his arms, his body slid over hers everywhere, his chest rubbing against her nipples.
He became her whole world, rendering words like “bet” and “rules” meaningless sounds. His scent of soap and spice clouded her mind, his harsh breathing the only sound in the universe. Everywhere his skin grazed hers. And inside her, he was reigniting a fire she’d thought he’d put out. He hadn’t but had merely banked it. Now it flamed brightly again, ready to claim her in another powerful orgasm.
“I didn’t mean to rush this,” he whispered into her ear. “But asshole here had to interrupt us.”
“Don’t worry,” Jon said. “I can pick up where you leave off.”
She opened her eyes again to discover that the room had filled with pale illumination. Moonlight. The eye of the storm. It revealed Jon standing nearby, naked with his erect cock in his hand. He stroked it slowly, his face in a half smile of sexual excitement.
Holy shit. He wanted her, too. Right now. As soon as Wolf finished, she could have a second lover. Her most secret wish, the reason she’d stranded them here. It had all come true.
“Come for me again, Christie.” Wolf pushed himself upward on his fists and now plowed into her with a force that might have knocked them off a bed. “I want to feel you explode around my cock.”
“I will.” And, man oh man, would she. Every one of his frantic movements jostled her clit, still sensitive from her earlier climax. That and the pummeling from his sex into hers would start the upward spiral.
“Damn.” He clenched his teeth and sucked in a breath as he moved. “You’re tight . . . hot.”
She could only moan in response. He had her so close. Surely, another moment, a few more thrusts, would set her off.
“Come on, baby . . . ah shit . . . can’t last.”
“Yes, yes . . .” Her moans turned to cries as the second orgasm hit. She tensed all around him and then flew apart at the seams. Her convulsions set him off. Roaring, he plunged into her a few more times and then stiffened. They soared together for long moments, her sex milking his as he came inside her. When it finally ended, he slumped onto her, gasping for breath.
In the peace that followed, she stroked his shoulders and kissed his chin. After a bit, he took a deep breath and let it out on a sigh. “Un-fucking-believable.”
“Hey, partner,” Jon said. “A gentleman doesn’t crush his lover.”
“Go the hell away,” Wolf snapped.
“Not likely. Christie wants to see what a real man can do for her.”
Wolf pushed his weight off her and stared down into her face. “Do you?”
“I just had a real man.” Of course, she wanted them both but not in a way that one of them could put the other one down.
“Very diplomatic.” He lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose. “But it doesn’t answer the question. Do you want Jon, too?”
She studied him for a moment. He didn’t seem angry or jealous—or judgmental. He simply gazed back, the upward curve of his lips giving her permission to ask for whatever would make her happy.
“I’d like that,” she said.
“Okay, partner, you got lucky,” Wolf said. “The lady’s feeling generous.”
He pulled out of her and rolled to a sitting position beside her. Now Jon joined them, lying on his back on the other side. He grasped the base of his cock and gave her a lazy smile. “Climb aboard.”
His member had its own beauty with its long shaft and prominent head. She’d been unable to take more than a part of him into her mouth earlier. Tonight, with the moonlight spilling down on her, she’d have all of him inside her.
She swung a leg over him, used her own hand to spread the lips of her pussy, and slowly sank onto him. The process took some time—he was so blessed big—but eventually she’d impaled herself fully, all the way down to the root of his cock.
“I see what you mean, partner,” Jon said. “She is one scorching woman.”
“Make sure you don’t screw it up,” Wolf said.
“Shut up, you two, and let me enjoy this,” she said.
“Just remember I’m always here if he can’t give you what you need,” Wolf said.
“I meant it.” To quiet him and just because he was close, she sealed his mouth with her own. They kissed again, sharing breaths and heartbeats as hers sped up again. She tasted herself on his mouth, and somehow he really had made it seem like caramel.
While their lips mated, he brushed his fingers over her breast and toyed with the peak. Beneath her, Jon had started a leisurely thrust and retreat. Already wet, her pussy released more moisture, drenching him so that he glided easily. Deep, so deep, as if he could reach her core.
She tipped her head back and let the two of them create magic in the soft light. Wolf bent to caress her other breast with his mouth. Tugging the nipple gently with his lips, he seemed to sense exactly what she needed before she realized it herself.
The space around them filled with rough breathing—hers and Jon’s as they both became highly aroused. Through eyes clouded with fever, she gazed down at a scene more erotic than she’d entertained even in her wildest imaginings. One man sucking on a woman’s breast while another thrust a huge cock up into her. That she was the woman and that these two men existed to give her pleasure so vastly exceeded her expectations she could scarcely believe it was real. But the tension rising inside her—the prelude to another orgasm—made it realer than real. The sex of her life. Hell, the sex of any woman’s life to have two such talented and well-endowed men.
“Oh, shit,” Jon said. “I see what you mean about not being able to last.”
“You can do it,” Wolf said.
“I got so fucking hot watching you two, it’s a wonder I didn’t come when you did.”
“Okay, I’ll do you a favor,” Wolf said. “For Christie’s sake.”
“Whatever,” Jon said. “Do it.”
Wolf reached downward to where Jon thrust into her. To her folds. To her clit. When he found it and rubbed, she almost jumped out of her skin. She trembled violently and cried out.
He stared into her eyes. “You all right?”
“Ohmigod. I never felt anything like that.”
“Enjoy.” He rubbed her again, this time letting his touch linger. She’d die. He’d absolutely fucking kill her, and yet she’d have to kill him if he stopped. Too much. She could barely take it all, and yet she needed more.
She’d come with a cock inside her before. She’d come with her partner loving her clit. She’d never had both at once, and it amounted to total sexual overload. This time when she climaxed, she’d have all the bottled-up energy of the storm outside, swirling around the eye where the moonlight poured in to freeze the moment in her memory.
Jon’s thrusting grew savage as he rushed toward his orgasm, and Wolf continued the friction against her most sensitive flesh. The pressure built inside her until she floated on a current of sexual arousal. When the orgasm claimed her, it robbed her of all of her senses except for the clench and release of her pussy. Voices shouted . . . a man’s and her own, although they hardly sounded human. She soared, her spirit free from reality, as the climax continued as if it would never end.
When it had taken every ounce of response that she could give, it subsided, leaving her limp with satiation. Strong arms guided her down onto Jon’s chest. Probably Wolf had done even that. She’d thank him later, for that gesture and everything else he’d done. She’d thank them both for giving her more pleasure than she’d ever imagined possible. Right now, she basked in their warmth as both of them wrapped themselves around her.
She’d lied to keep them here, and maybe someday the Almighty would make her pay for that. Whatever the punishment, she’d take it without complaint. Having these two magnificent males was worth anything she might have to suffer later on.
Chapter Four
BY THE NEXT morning the storm had passed, and sunlight on Jon’s eyelids woke him up. He immediately discovered two things. He had a kink in his neck and a boner that wouldn’t quit. The first came from sleeping on a floor without a pillow. The second from the fact that the hard-on in question was cushioned between two luscious female buttocks.
Someone . . . probably Wolf . . . had thrown a sheet over them during the night. Now the guy had even found it in his heart to make himself scarce. He had Christie to himself, maybe for only a few minutes, and he’d take full advantage. The only question was how.
He could keep his cock pretty much where it was and use his hands to press her cheeks around him while he thrust until he came all over her ass. She wouldn’t climax that way, but he could make that up to her with his fingers or his mouth. Alternatively, he could settle himself between her legs, thrust into her, and fuck her awake. On the other hand, he could get her to ride him again so he could reach up and tweak her nipples while he slammed into her. Or he could ease into her from behind and feel her spasms that way.
He nibbled on her neck for a moment. “Hey, kitten, you awake?”
She mumbled something, sighed, and settled back into sleep. Clearly, he’d have to get a bit more assertive. He reached around and cupped one of her breasts. She had gorgeous boobs—just big enough to make a firm, round handful. He’d never seen them by the light of day, so now he glanced over her shoulder to check out how one looked with his fingers massaging the flesh. Pink and pretty like the rest of her body with a dark rose nipple standing at full attention.
Exactly the state of his member, which was now aching to get inside her. The woman had addictive orgasms. Even the one he hadn’t felt around his cock but had coaxed from her with his fingers the evening before had made him feel like the world’s best lover. A few minutes inside her panties had her dripping into his hand. A few minutes later, she’d leaned back against him as if her legs wouldn’t hold her and let loose a song of feminine bliss that still rang in the back of his brain. Then when he’d plowed her and experienced her climax from the inside, she’d milked him absolutely dry.
He needed that again. In fact, he needed it right now. If massaging her breast didn’t wake her up, he could find other, more certain ways. Her sweet pussy beckoned. When he burrowed his fingers into the hairs between her legs and parted her lips, she finally stirred, squirming her butt against him in a way that felt oh-so-good. Well, that sort of thing went both ways.
Her hot button had already hardened, and when he flicked at it with his thumb, she arched back against him and released a soft coo of delight.
He circled her ear with his tongue. “Morning.”
“Mmm. I was having the nicest dream.”
“It was no dream, kitten.” He pressed his erection against her ass again so that she could feel him. “Are you ready for some real wood?”
“Kitten?”
“I like the way you purr when I scratch behind your ear.” He slid a finger into her and probed until she released a tiny waterfall of love juices. When he used his finger to spread the moisture over her clit, her breathing became harsh and uneven. What an amazing toy she made. Always responsive, always ready, her motor revving to life as if designed exactly to his specifications. Come to think of it, she had been created for sex, with her hot body and even hotter imagination.
“I’d better get you ready,” he murmured as he inserted two fingers into her this time. “I’m big and hard, and I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
She gasped as her pussy released more wetness to coat his fingers. Her muscles clamped down on his fingers. Tight, the way they did when she climaxed. Searching for something to fill her. Poor baby needed more inside her, and he had exactly the tool for the job.
When he removed his fingers from her, she whimpered in disappointment. Insatiable, the way he’d always imagined his perfect lover. A woman who liked sex so much he’d have to work to keep up with her.
