by TJ Michaels
“Oh god! Drew!”
But Drew didn’t answer, nor was he finished. Instead of answering the call, he pushed her into the next release. The thing circled ‘round and ‘round her womb, building until it exploded and surged through every nerve, every cell, turning her into nothing more than a panting mass of acquiescence.
Drew hummed his pleasure into her soaked flesh and all she could think of was, yes, yes, and more yes. The vibration between her legs ceased as he lifted his head.
“Look at me, Syd.”
Garnering her strength for whatever would be reflected in his beautiful eyes, Sydni eased her lids open, lifting her head just enough to meet his gaze between her thighs. Her lips parted on a swift intake of air. Raw longing, deep aching need, and vulnerability all shone there, taking her breath away at the swirl of emotion emanating from his gaze. Honeyed nectar, her nectar, covered his chin. The talented pink organ that had just driven her to the stars left an even wetter path across his already wet lips.
“Say you want me too, Syd. Tell me, baby.”
Crawling half way up her body before sitting back on his knees, the tension in the air was palpable as Drew reigned in every swirling emotion and stark craving. He went stone still and waited. Waited to know what she wanted. Willing to stop if what she wanted wasn’t him.
Sydni’s resolved splintered and fell away even as she tried to push one last button.
“But what about kids, Drew? Surely you want kids? And I’m just not feeling that at this time in my life. And what about my family? Mine are so countrified and not necessarily up with the times of interracial relationships.”
“Listen darlin’,” he drawled in his best down home country imitation. “I. Want. You. And I’ll take whatever I can get. Even if I had everything I wanted in life, you’d still be an upgrade to me, woman. Besides, I’m sure Charli will have plenty of kids for us to spoil. Then after Aunt Syd and Uncle Drew are done spoiling them we can send them home to their parents and have the house to ourselves. I’m already dreaming about showering Charli’s future babies with love. Hell, I’m dying to give you some rug burn fucking in front of the fireplace, after busting my ass on one of the grandbaby’s toys sitting in the middle of the floor. As for your family, last I heard it wasn’t your style to let anyone, even them, make decisions for you. Unless you’re not up to the challenge.” he teased lovingly.
The man was too much.
Knowing that Drew envisioned their relationship as gaining the world rather than throwing away his future, Sydni felt all kinds of special. This man saw her as a serious asset to his life, someone who brought him balance, would give him a challenge, and allow him to fulfill her needs, all rolled into one warm, giving, horny little ball of a woman.
“So, what’ll it be, Syd. You and me? Think carefully because I am prepared to pursue you to no end, baby.”
Unable to form the words, all Sydni could do was nod her head and swallow down the emotion gathered in her throat.
“Aw, baby, you’ve made me the happiest man on the planet.” And just like that, he set to work. “God, I just want to brand you, write my name all over that succulent pussy of yours. Hell, climb up into your soul until I can’t tell where you begin and I end.”
Sydni laughed, cried and sighed as his tongue left a warm trail along her collarbone while strong fingers gently tugged at a puckered nipple.
What an idiot she’d been. She’d claimed to have been looking at things from what was supposedly Drew’s position. But what she’d really been doing was hiding behind her own fears. Fears that she couldn’t really find or hold a man who was comfortable with who she was. Who didn’t care she was a big executive at an international corporation. A man who was so solid in his own skin, he wasn’t intimidated by the natural strength of character that made up Sydni Cannes. All that insecurity had been hidden, blanketed by diving into her work, trying to ignore the loneliness shadowing her steps every day simply because her previous lovers, instead of accepting her, had tried needlessly to compete with both her career and the love for her sister.
Still on his knees, Drew lifted Sydni’s hips and settled her slick pussy just over the flared head of his cock. Poised at her entrance Sydni held her breath as gentle strokes lit up the skin from her ass clear up to the back of her knees. Legs fell open when Drew set his cock in motion, stretching her hole as he pushed forward. Sydni felt her entire bloodstream flow to the spot just above her creaming cunt making her clit throb.
Drew’s voice dropped to a sexy growl.
“I’m man enough to go after what I want. And I want you.” Running his hands over her thighs, over her stomach and up to her full breasts, he said, “No stick figure, barely old enough to drive women for me, Syd. I’d break them, inside and out. Not on purpose, of course, but I’m a driven man, and not always easy to deal with. I’d just run right over them. Plus, I tend to demand good hard fucks from my lovers. Not to mention I seem to have this knack for being stubborn, perfect, always right…”
A snort burst out of her chest before she could stop it. Always right indeed? Then the tip of his dick slipped in an inch, just past the ring of muscle at the door of her channel. Her body instinctively clamped down on it, trying to hold the wide tool inside. Her snort faded on a frustrated sigh when he withdrew.
Short shallow digs stoked the smoldering flames licking her skin until her breath whooshed through her lungs trying to catch up to the pleasure streaking through her nervous system. In. Out. In. Out. Not nearly enough to sate, but just enough to make her reach out for him. She was eager to play in the silky slide of the soft locks on his head, fingers buried to the scalp. Then down to the short downy hair on his perfectly sculpted chest. The dips and hollows of abs so well-defined she could snowboard across them. But her wrists were securely attached to the slats of the bed’s headboard. Damn it.
If he didn’t fuck her, really fuck her soon she would simply go up in smoke and Charli could scatter her ashes out over the lake. Perhaps she should have written a last will and testament before pushing Drew to such a possessive state that he felt compelled to prove she was the one for him?
“Beg for it. Tell me you want it, that you want me.”
“Oh god, yes. I want it, want you. Please, Drew.” A full, deep slide parted the sleek inner muscles clear to the entrance of her womb causing a gasp at the fullness. And back out again until the fat head nudged her entrance again. And then he stopped. Shit!
“No more shoving me at other women, Syd?” A firm thumb drew circles over her clit with ever increasing speed.
“No, no more shoving,” she ground out, lifting her hips urgently for want of a different kind of shoving. “Drew. Oh god, I promise. Please.”
Drew drove home in one stroke. And this time he hung around for awhile.
* * * * *
Oh she could really get used to waking up like this. Drew’s arms surrounded her with the kind of warmth only possible from skin-on-skin contact. And he currently filled her with the kind of steel ‘n silky hardness only he could give her. And that hardness happened to be slowly sliding between her thighs, rubbing up against her clit from behind.
In no time her pussy thoroughly creamed the steely hardness rubbing against it, instantly greedy to be filled again.
“Good morning,” he sighed against her nape. “How ‘bout some Saturday morning dick for that sweet pussy of yours?”
Oh dear god, yes. Her sensitive flesh twinged from the delicious reaming it had received last night, but the damn thing just couldn’t seem to get enough. Guess greedy was an understatement.
Reaching back, Sydni sank her fingers into the soft hair on Drew’s head and pulled him to her shoulder. Immediately his tongue came out to play with the sweet spot that made her squirm. Oh yes, right there where shoulder and neck muscles twined together.
Instantly soaking wet Sydni was consumed with need for Drew to satisfy her. And not just physically, but somehow he’d managed to sink into the very depths of her soul
and take up residence there. And it only made her body react to him all the stronger.
Drew lifted her leg and pushed with his hips. The second Sydni’s nervous system registered the delicious stretch and burn of that fabulous cock, it went into overdrive.
“God, that’s so good,” she moaned, pushed her ass back at him as he slid deeper. Suddenly her whole being stood on the brink of falling apart. “Fuck me, Drew.”
“I know you’re sore, Syd. Let’s take it easy.” His strokes remained even as he made gentle love to her.
She lifted her leg, reached back and stroked the base of his rod as it moved gently in and out of her.
“Oh god, please. I’m on fire. I need it.”
“Mmmm, are you sure, sweet? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me, damn it!” Her hips swiveled and she tightened the muscles of her pussy knowing he couldn’t resist the extra pressure applied to his already engorged cock.
“Damn, Syd, you’re wicked.”
“Damn right. Now harder.”
The speed of his thrusts increased, along with her heart rate. His breath cooled the sweat filming the back of her neck. Right on that spot.
“Bite me there,” she pleaded. He did. She lost it.
With a wild shriek, Sydni yanked the covers off their writhing bodies, pushed up off the firm mattress and leveraged herself until she was on top and still impaled on Drew’s lovely cock. With her back to him, feet planted on the bed, she squatted and bounced like a cowgirl at a rodeo.
Yee haw!
Drew’s fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, putting his hips in motion and adding to the madness. He lifted her. Let her drop as his cock surged deep.
“Oh shit! Yes,” she growled. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
Hard, fast. Now. Exactly what she needed.
They fell apart together, each calling out the other’s name.
When they could breathe again, Drew urged her out of bed and to the shower. To her surprise, he bundled her in her favorite bath robe and led her downstairs to the family room where he made her sit while he made breakfast. To Sydni’s surprise, he’d gotten Charli to give up her favorite recipe—apple upside down pancakes.
After a delicious breakfast, they sprawled in a tangle of arms and legs on the couch enjoying easy conversation.
“What are you doing next week and the week after?”
“Work. Why?” Sydni answered on a lazy yawn.
“I’d like you to come on vacation with me.”
Vacation? When was the last time she’d taken one of those? It wasn’t from a lack of desire to take time off. It simply wasn’t that appealing to go alone. Charli often invited her to take off on trips with her friends who happened to almost always be male. Third-wheeling simply wasn’t Sydni’s style.
“You just started a new position with the company. How can you afford to take vacation time right now?”
“Part of my signing bonus. They needed me in the position just as much as I wanted to accept it. I already had vacation planned, so the powers that be had no problem with me negotiating to keep it, rather than push it off until later. So, you game? All you have to do is say yes and pack. I’ll take care of all the little details.”
It was awfully tempting. But there was the anomaly on the invoices against the Sony purchase order that needed looking into, though nobody seemed concerned about it except her.
But Drew was kissing her again, wiping away what little resistance she thought she had. Sydni heard herself agreeing to go to New Zealand. And by the time Drew was finished laying it down on her, she would have agreed to anything.
Chapter Ten
Alfred Pawn rolled over in the big bed and stretched awake. Every muscle between neck and knees was deliciously sore from the romp he’d shared with Viktor this evening. But where was his lover? The cooling sheets indicated he couldn’t have been out of bed long. Perhaps he’d just gone to the bathroom?
Alfred lay back on the pillows with a sated sigh, stroking his limp cock in memory of all that Viktor had done to the semi-sore member. Mmm. God, what a wonderful lover. A twinge of guilt settled in his gut for a second when thoughts of Alex Voltier intruded. Alfred tried to remember why he was cheating on Viktor with Alex in the first place.
Alex had promised him a cut of the two million dollars they stood to gain from a bit of creative book keeping. That, in addition to being Alex’s exclusive lover, had convinced Alfred to walk a thin line with Viktor, who’d been nothing but kind to him, though a bit demanding in the bedroom. Alex, on the other hand was a marvelous fuck with a wicked streak a mile long. What drew him to her? The excitement of cheating, perhaps? Or the long-buried freak that the woman tended to bring out in him?
What he shared with Viktor was mutually warm and exclusive. But with Alex it was flat out explosive.
Alfred hoped his lover never found out. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Viktor, but Alex drove a hard bargain and an even harder riding crop. Alfred couldn’t decide who wielded the thing better, Alex or Viktor. But one thing was for sure—if Viktor ever found out Alfred was having an affair, and with a woman of all creatures, there would be the devil to pay.
A muffled, barely audible shriek had Alfred scrambling from the big bed, heart slamming into his throat with alarm. What the hell was that? Shit! There it was again. The sound was urgent.
And where the hell was Viktor?
Creeping from the bedroom on bare feet, Alfred started to ease into his clothes, but a whisper of self-preservation told him to leave them. The last thing he needed was for his clothes to rustle if he came upon a burglar. Out of the door and down the hall, he came up on a room he hadn’t noticed before. Actually, in the months he’d been with Viktor they seldom made it past the bedroom. A flush worked its way up his neck and into his cheeks as his cock began to stir with the thought of making love with Viktor. A scream sent the blood rushing away from his dissipating erection and straight to his heart.
Pressing his ear to the door he heard a distinctly male voice. But that voice hadn’t made such a strangled urgent sound.
He turned the knob slowly and released a pent up breath when it slid open without a sound, cracked just enough to get a peek inside. Alfred’s blood ran cold.
A buck naked Alex Voltier’s hands were tied to what looked like a padded sawhorse. Bent over, legs spread wide, back at a perfect ninety-degree angle. A little green vibrator hummed in her pussy.
And Viktor’s talented cock shuttled in and out of Alex’s ass.
The woman begged, screamed almost incoherently when what must have been a cataclysmic orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs visibly trembled until Alfred was sure she would have buckled to the floor without the padded table holding her up. And Viktor kept right on fucking the hell out of her.
“These walls are soundproofed but if you don’t stop screaming I’ll have to gag you. I can’t have you accidentally disturbing the guest in my bed.”
“He sleeps like the dead,” Alex panted. “I can’t help screaming. It hurts so good.”
“Yes, well, let’s finish this shall we. I must get back to him before he wakes.” After a particularly wicked stroke, Viktor moaned, “Mmm, the pawn’s ass is almost as delicious as yours.”
The pawn? Alfred’s gut churned. God, he was going to throw up.
Viktor’s voice reached out into the room again. “I’m waiting, Alex.”
Alex sucked in a breath and rasped, “I won’t question. I will do as I am told. And only come when allowed.”
“Again,” Viktor demanded, stuffing himself into her ass.
Alex took a deep breath and rambled between each stroke as Viktor slammed into her flesh. “I won’t question. I will do as I am told. And only come when allowed.”
Viktor and Alex? Pawn? Son of a bitch.
Chapter Eleven
“Blanket, sir?” the too-friendly stewardess asked, while practically rubbing her perky-assed tits all over Drew’s shoulder. He looked up
at her with a deep frown marring his brow. He took that moment to reach back, loop his arm around Sydni’s shoulders and practically hauled her into his lap.
“No, thanks. I brought my own. Can’t have my babe underneath something that probably hasn’t been washed in a year.”
Sydni wasn’t sure whether to chuckle at his snarky comment or cringe at the thought of handling the airline blanket. “You can get me a soda, though. Something brown with caffeine. And a cranberry juice for my sweetie here.”
She bit her lip when Drew tilted his head in her direction. Man, if the stewardess could have tossed ‘em both off the plane at thirty-seven thousand feet with a look, she and Drew would be growing wings and learning how to fly about ten seconds ago.
Perky Boob Woman flounced away.
“You are a really bad boy, you know that?” Sydni whispered on a barely suppressed giggle-sigh.
He’d pulled a comfy fleece blanket out of a bag he’d toed underneath the seat in front of him, draped it over both their chilled bodies, and was in the middle of doing all kinds of wicked things to her thighs with his fingers.
“I’m only bad with you, beautiful. Now…” he breathed in her ear. “Spread those sweet thighs for me just a bit.”
“I can’t spread my legs on a commercial flight,” Sydni hissed. Drew’s audacity was second to none. But since it was all her fault the man stayed in a constant state of horny-ness, she certainly wasn’t going to complain.
“Nobody can see with the blanket over us. And there’s a lot to be said for flying first class. Lots of leg room.”
His palm landed in her lap and nudged. When she wouldn’t part them, he eased his fingers to a certain place on her knee and pressed. She was ticklish there and her legs flew open all on their own.
“Drew, stop it,” she warned, cheeks heating rapidly. God, the man had everything blushing, the cheeks on her face, the cheeks of her ass and the soon-to-be pouty lips of her sex.
His hand eased back and forth across her skin. Why in the world had she decided to wear a damn skirt on the plane anyway. His eyes were locked with hers, but his expression had taken on a somewhat dreamy, distant look.
