Tony and all of his mob buddies talked about “soldiers” and “captains” and had all the talk of war, but Luka had been a Navy SEAL in time of conflict. Would he go to battle for me, maybe? And Bruto had been his senior in the SEALs. Did that mean he was more capable than Luka?
Really, I didn’t want to be thinking that way. What I was considering was persuading a man to risk his life. Not ‘risk his life,’ like he’d have to go through a dangerous storm or climb out on a scary ledge. Risk his life by putting himself in a position where another man would try to kill him.
Before now, Tony would have been the other man. Now maybe it was Bruto.
We had dinner, couple of drinks. She said she was tired and wanted to go up to bed. When I gave her the, “yeah, baby” look, she gave me back a sisterly smile. How was that supposed to work?
In the elevator, she stood in the far corner. I thought maybe she wanted a bit of a chase, so I moved toward her, predatory but playful. She stayed still and gave me the sisterly smile again. I was getting hopelessly confused.
Then, when we got to my door, my door, she gave me the sweetest little peck on the cheek. She pressed her palm on my chest and she said, “Goodnight. And thank you.”
I sat on the side of my bed with the little bourbons from the minibar. I didn’t really think about it. I didn’t think at all, or I probably wouldn’t have done it. I went to the connecting door. When I found it was locked, I thought, Good.
I took two steps back and rammed it open with my shoulder.
As I burst into her room, she staggered back. She had on stockings and high heels and she held a thick, fluffy towel in front of her. It didn’t look like she was wearing much else. She had a key in her hand.
“I heard you.” Her voice quivered. Shock from me busting in, I guess. “I was coming to unlock the door. But you, you broke in. You broke through the door.”
“Yes.”
“When it was locked?”
“It would have been rude not to.”
In a panic, she slapped my face. “You arrogant idiot, you think it would be rude not to force yourself on me?”
I said, “It would be rude not to let you know that I would break down the door, the wall, or the whole damn building to get to you.”
She held the towel tighter. “To force yourself on me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I would never force myself on you.”
Her eyebrows arched and she lifted a foot behind her. “Never?”
“Never. Not unless you made it absolutely clear that you wanted me to.”
“If you did, if you forced yourself on me, if I fought you off,” she was hoarse and breathing hard, “fought you all the way, as hard as I could, but you took me anyway...”
I stepped closer. Her head tilted up. I said, “Yes?”
Her eyes implored me. “Then it wouldn’t be my fault at all.”
“That’s true.”
She bit her lip. “They still might kill you.”
“They might try. You would have to let me know it really was what you wanted, though.”
“For you to force me?”
“Yes.”
“How would I do that?”
“You might drop one of your shoes.”
She looked in my eyes as she lifted her foot higher. The shoe dropped to the floor.
She said, “Oops.”
I had the key in my hand when he burst the door open. I was literally on my way to unlock the connecting door, shivering.
The shock made me spring back, and all I could think was, I was going to unlock the door without any clothes on. Heels, stockings, and a thin pair of white panties were hardly clothes. Even with the fluffy towel clutched in front of me, I felt very naked.
I held it tighter now, unsure if it completely covered my breasts. They rose and fell hard, my breath was heavy, and I couldn’t think straight. And there he was, with his arm still braced the way it had been as he’d slammed the door open.
His thousand-watt smile made me feel naked, just like it always did. In a good way. And in a very bad way, too.
His eyes blazed and his nostrils flared as he told me that he had to bust in, to show me that he would. But he wouldn’t force me. Not unless I wanted him to.
Which I did. I’d never wanted to be forced before. And I had been, often enough. But I knew that I wanted Luka to do it. That if he did it would be wonderful. It would dissolve all the horror and stress. I could really abandon myself to the act.
It could even make me forget about all the awful things that Tony had done to me. Forget to wonder what had happened to him. And forget about what would happen to me now, now that Bruto thought he was entitled to own me.
This way, the force was my choice. It would break the curse of how everything had been with Tony. Free me from it.
When I first saw Luka, I’d had the idea of persuading him to kill Tony for me. I’ve never thought of a thing like that before, never. The first moment I saw Luka, I had thoughts of things that he could do, things that I wanted. He could do those things for me. And maybe he would.
But now, seeing Luka in front of me, feeling the heat of his breath, now I wanted him to stop me from thinking. I wanted him to take me and possess me. To make me lose myself in the wild and reckless dance of desperation. To have him split me wide and beat my wet, aching need on his hard rail.
When he said the thing about the shoe, my insides melted. I knew it was wrong, that it would be dangerous for him as well as for me. Love, lust, sex, is a powder-keg. When you set it off, you can never be sure what the damage will be.
Lighting the fuse in such heat and pressure as I felt now—as I was sure Luka felt, too, judging from the tremble in his eyebrow and the twitch in his chin—would be asking for disaster. His pants strained in a hard, tight tent. The scent of him ignited me. My thighs quivered, and my wetness perfumed the room.
He sprang at me. For such a huge man, he was amazingly fast. I was startled and couldn’t help taking a step back. One shoe on and one off; I was unsteady.
My mouth sagged as he approached me. I pressed my lips together. Bit the bottom one. My eyelids fluttered. He grabbed the back of my hair. Yanked my head back.
My eyes widened as I sucked air. I didn’t know whether to keep a hold of the towel or let it go. Through it, I felt his heat. I searched his eyes, losing myself, pleading for him. He licked his lips. I wanted his mouth, his tongue, the force of his hands.
The shake in my knees and the quiver of soft flesh between my thighs called to him. His hand bunched my hair tighter. Pulled my head back harder. My lips parted.
Luka’s voice rumbled deep and low. I felt it in my stomach. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
I strained to reach him with my lips, but his grip was too strong. He bent his head toward me. I tasted his breath. It made me strain harder toward him. My lips felt his, softly at first. Then he possessed me.
His mouth locked on mine and I abandoned myself to a long, deep, hard kiss. I felt him, all of him, through our mouths. Felt as though we knew each other forever and had been parted so long, like twins pulled apart at birth, like a part of me had been reaching in the darkness for him all of my life.
My hips pressed out, reaching for him, but Luka held me so firm by my hair all I could do was allow him to pull me to him and press his chest against me, to crush my breasts behind the thick towel, to spur my heart to beat faster and harder than I believed it could.
Even through the towel, the ridge in his pants was hard, hot, and huge. It felt so big I was frightened. It must have been all the fabric making it seem so very big. Surely it must.
He let go my hair and I squealed as he seized my ass. In the palm of his hand he lifted me to him, pulled my quivering mound against the swelling throb bulging from his hips. With me on him, he made one stride to the bed and flung me into the thick, soft covers and pillows.
He grabbed the towel. I still had a hold of it. His eyes flashed and he made a devilish grin
as he pulled just hard enough to let me know that he was going to take it. That he would yank it away and there was nothing that I could do about it.
Then I remembered that I was supposed to be resisting him. The idea was exciting, but what could I do? Splayed in the billowing white softness of the bed, I couldn’t move all that much. I gripped the towel harder.
I gasped with the force he used to pull it away. I remembered the door. It was a very solid door in a thick frame, but he’d defeated with one shove of his shoulder. He panted and his eyes gleamed as he looked down at my soft, helpless body.
He beamed. “Perfect.”
His smile set my heart pounding. My breath fluttered. I tried to scoot back up the bed to escape from him. He grinned as he grabbed my ankle. He chuckled. It was a rumble like a low earthquake. “Man, you are even more beautiful than I thought you’d be,” he rasped. He looked up hungrily. “And I thought you’d be gorgeous.”
Slowly, with his eyes hooded, he reached down and he ripped my little white panties away
His grin split wide to flash his white teeth and he pulled on my ankle to drag me back down toward him. His eyes lapped every part of me. My breasts shook and quivered. My throat pulsed. I turned my head as he looked into my eyes.
Then his gaze traveled slowly, deliberately down my nakedness, over my fluttering tummy, down to where I throbbed and ached behind my neatly trimmed thatch.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” he leered and yanked my body nearer to him. “Not until I’ve fucked you senseless.”
I tried to scramble back, but all I wound up doing was shaking my leg, making all of my body tremble in waves. The look on his face was so hot, so intense that it terrified me. He licked his lips, drinking in his unobstructed view of all my tender parts.
His nostrils twitched and flared as he saw how red and wet I was. I struggled again. He said, “We’re going to have to show you who’s the boss here.”
Luka yanked my legs wide apart. Holding me by the ankles, he leaned over to blow along the insides of my thighs. I jerked and convulsed. He blew slowly, all the way up to the top. I shook, but I couldn’t pull my ankles free of his grip. I shuddered as he blew on the creases at the tops of my thighs.
Then slowly, deliberately, he alternated, sniffing and blowing. My hips trembled and my stomach rolled. I slid fast as he tugged me down to bring my face back to his.
He held his mouth over mine and said, “First I’m going to make you come with my mouth.” I felt the ridge of his cock against my thigh. “I’ll make you come until you tremble like a leaf and gush like a fountain.”
My breasts heaved. Under the weight of him, I could hardly move. “And then,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you so long and so hard the morning will come with you.”
When he bent his face to mine and kissed me again, my whole body wanted to wrap around him and enfold every part of him. Still I struggled and still he held me fast. Pinned me down. Took my mouth with his and devoured me.
I bucked my hips against him and tried to lift my knees. It only seemed to make the mass in his pants grow even thicker, longer, and harder. As he kissed me, I felt him grin. His tongue invaded me and robbed me of my senses.
My treacherous hips ground my hot mound against him. I knew that wasn’t in the spirit of resistance, but I couldn’t help myself. I bit his lip. He slid his hands over my breasts. My back arced as he cupped me, squeezed, took my nipple and ground it as it hardened between his thumb and fingers.
He pulled away and looked in my eyes and grinned as he took my wrists. His mouth went to my breast. I wanted to fight but I couldn’t. It felt so good, so liberating, to feel his mouth and his body appreciating mine.
It made me feel valued like I hadn’t ever felt before. The feeling was familiar, like a lost, forgotten song, and beautiful like the ache that it inflamed. How could I fight this?
I struggled with my shoulders and my hips and moved my legs as much as I could. The way he growled encouraged me. Resistance was useless, but the more I fought, the harder I burned and the better it felt.
I was hopelessly confused, hopelessly lost, and hopelessly loving it all. With a hard tug, I got a hand free. There was fire in his eyes as he looked up from my tit with that infuriating grin. Without a thought, I slapped his face as hard as I could.
Everything stopped. Time froze for the moment that he looked at me. A red blush spread on his cheek. I slapped him again, as hard as I could. “Oh,” he said. “Yes.”
And again I slapped my hand across his face and watched him grin even more diabolically, even wider. He grabbed my jaw. Held my face and squeezed my cheeks.
Luka moved fast. Flipped my body over and sprawled me, hauled me up on my knees, dragged my ass up in the air. “Oh, yeah.” With a hand, he stroked my big, soft, round cheeks. He pulled my thighs apart before I felt the stinging flash as he slapped my ass. Hard.
Then he reached up and pressed his thumb against my swollen lips. “Mm, you’re so fucking wet.” He rubbed me.
Then the sting of another slap exploded on the same raw spot on my still wobbling ass. He pulled me roughly to him. I jolted hard as he quickly licked around the outside of my hood, lapping his tongue fast along my lips. Pressing like he would slip inside. But he didn’t.
And he blew on me. Then he licked really fast from the front of my mound all the way back up. And he pulled back and laughed as he slapped my ass again. My hips jumped as his tongue tickled up the backs of my thighs, pausing at the bottom of my ass. Made me shiver and moan.
Then he slapped me again and I howled. And his tongue tripped around my lips and flicked past my clit. Again, he licked me so quickly from front to back that my pelvis rolled to try and follow him.
As he trickled the tip of his tongue up the backs of my thighs again, I vibrated inside as I crested. The shaking grew as he got higher and I came to another plateau, still rising, higher. Luka pressed his tongue suddenly above my hood, the firm tip making quick little circles. How did he know to do that? As my legs collapsed, he slapped me hard.
His hand hit right on the spot where he’d spanked me before. Exquisite pain blossomed. “You keep your ass up,” he told me. “Keep your juicy pussy up where I can lick it.”
My stomach clenched, and then it felt like he took all of me in his big, wet mouth and sucked for just one shocking, heavenly moment.
Over and over, he kept this up. Each time he touched me, I moaned. Every time he slapped me, I squealed. And every time I felt his tongue press on me or against me or in me, I died a little more. I knew the crests and shocks would roll and build to the most all-encompassing release. It was wonderful and unbearable and I couldn’t stand it.
When Luka finally licked me—full, firm, and deep—and he sucked my clit and he let his lips press all over mine, and his tongue burst right inside me, my back bent, my neck stretched, my fingers and toes clenched, and I howled and shook as the tides inside me swelled and brimmed and rolled, ready to burst.
My arms and legs were water and I felt my juices spring and gush as my wet face rolled in the soft, white pillows. I shuddered at the sound of his bubbling laugh. I knew that there was more of this to come.
He flung me onto my back. Left me spread wide and helpless.
When he came up to squeeze and suck my breasts and draw my nipples into his mouth my arms and legs flung around him. My hips pushed and ground against him, squirmed up and down on the hot muscles of his hard chest.
I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel his hardness with my lips, hug him with my walls, roll along the rail of his cock. But he said,
“You’ll have to fucking wait. Be patient.” He slipped down again and he went back between my legs. This time he was rougher. Faster. He pulled crackling twitches and convulsions from me, judders that emanated from the pressure of his fingers, his lips and his tongue. Spread into me and cascaded through me.
He gripped my ass as I clenched and burst again. And again.
I looked down. From be
tween my thighs that smile beamed up and I exploded inside.
Alexa tasted so good it made my head spin. Her scent was so heady and strong. I could have stayed there forever in the soft heat between her thighs.
Slinging her on her back, though, I knew I’d miss slapping her ass. But I could look up, past those fantastic tits, jiggling as she shuddered under the commanding drive of my mouth. Even better, I could look into her eyes, see her reaction, watch her mouth slacken and her eyes plead as I sent tingles and spasms coursing through her.
After the climaxes I had taken her to, I knew that she would be super-sensitive, so even more light teasing was going to drive her insane. I cupped my mouth over her, covering her from above her hood to the middle of her lips, leaving little gaps so I could draw warm air in and send cool air breezing out.
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