Bound Hearts 01-12
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Her hand lifted, her fingers running beneath the fierce, hard length of flesh.
"Ah, little one." Khalid almost groaned. "Fingers like the softest silk."
The iron-hard length was thick, heavily veined, the head wide, dark. There were things she had never done. She had never taken what she wanted. She had never asked for what she needed.
She curled her fingers as far over the width as she could, parted her lips and lifted her head.
Her tongue met the hot, eager cock headfirst. It throbbed, and she may have heard Khalid whisper a curse.
Between her thighs, Chase grew hungrier. His tongue licked through the juices she felt easing from her body, a ragged groan vibrating into her flesh as she milked the head of Khalid's cock into her mouth.
She sucked him. She had never gained pleasure in this before because Drew had always given her instructions as she did it. Khalid wasn't giving instructions. He bent over her instead, his tongue racing over a nipple, his mouth enveloping it and drawing on her erotically as she arched her hips closer to Chase's lips.
Oh yes. She opened her lips wider, took more of him and moaned at the heat, the raging sexuality and the hunger beginning to build inside her.
"Exquisite." Khalid groaned. "Ah, sweet, your mouth. So beautiful."
He lifted himself from her breast, but she didn't release him. When his hand buried in her hair, clenching in the strands, she tensed.
Wasn't she doing it right? Was he going to try to force her to do it his way?
He didn't. He stroked her scalp, his nails raked over it sensually, but he stayed still within her grip. He didn't thrust, simply waited. And when she began moving again she heard the low, drawn-out moan that passed his lips.
She was crying out as she tried to pleasure him. Between her thighs, Chase was driving her mad.
His tongue stroked, and his fingers. His fingers were diabolical and left no doubts as to exactly what they intended for her tonight.
As he licked, stroked, his tongue flickering inside her vagina before moving to her clit, his fingers were destroying her senses.
His fingertip pressed at the entrance to her rear as he suckled at her clit, taking her to the edge of the peak before pulling her back, forcing her to strain into his touch, her movements opening that hidden entrance and allowing his finger to slide inside.
Cool and slick with lubrication, his finger worked its way slowly inside as she shuddered again.
She would have worried. If the pleasure hadn't been tearing through her, she might have hesitated.
"Ah sweet. Such warmth and generosity." Khalid's voice was harsher now. "You're destroying my control." His hands pulled at her hair erotically. "Ah fuck. Yes, suck the head, sweetheart.
Just like that."
His thighs tightened as she drew the head in deeper, sucked and flicked her tongue over it, then she arched and screamed against it as she felt the intrusion in her rear. Thicker than one finger, he was using two now stretching inside her, parting the tender tissue as waves of screaming pleasure began to race through her.
She was arching to Chase's tongue, driving his fingers deeper. The ache building inside her was too much. Chase was making her crazy, his tongue flickering over her clit, through her pussy and drawing more of her dampness from inside her, tearing her apart with the sensations.
She couldn't focus on the pleasure she could give, because she was racing toward the pleasure she was being given.
"Here, little one." Khalid drew back, easing her mouth from him as she realized her nails were digging into his thigh. "There. It is all good. Yes?"
Khalid poured oil into his palms, rubbed them together, and began caressing her again as she stared back at him, dazed. He rubbed her breasts, her belly, his hands running close to her mound, as Chase peered at her with diabolical greed.
Below, deep inside the forbidden channel Chase was stretching, penetrating, she felt his fingers scissor apart again, felt that burn that pierced her sex and had her gasping, shaking.
She was so close.
"Chase." Her head dug into the pillow as she tried to arch closer. "Please, Chase."
"Pleasure, Kia," Chase whispered back, his voice strained as his fingers slid from her.
"Enough pleasure," she cried, bucking against them as Khalid's head bent, his lips surrounding a nipple once again.
He was sucking her nipple. Chase was sucking at her clit. His fingers, he was working his fingers inside her again. The fit was tighter, and she whimpered at the burn, the pleasure pain.
"Ease for him, sweet," Khalid whispered, lifting his head from her nipple, his hand flattening on her stomach. "Ease for him. Let his fingers inside you. So slow and easy. Feel how the pleasure burns, Kia. How it races through your body, how it fills you like a drug."
That particular drug was pumping through her bloodstream, racing to her clit, circling it, and tearing across nerve endings she had never known she had.
"So simple," Khalid whispered as Chase eased his fingers from her and slid back.
She stared back at Chase before moving. She ignored his curse, his surprise. She had had enough. She was torn apart with the need for release, with the hunger burning in the deepest parts of her body. She went to her knees, bent and let her mouth cover the head of his cock.
This was the flesh she wanted in her mouth. Chase's. She sucked him inside, wrapped her fingers around the shaft and heard his sharp, hard intake of breath.
She was a creature of pleasure now. She worked her mouth on the hard cock head, worked her tongue around it, teased him as he had teased her.
Behind her, Khalid's fingers were piercing her rear, and she didn't care. She spread her legs for him, filled her mouth with Chase and heard his strangled groan as her name tore past his lips.
She thrust her hips back against Khalid, felt his fingers moving inside her.
"Now." She lifted her lips from Chase's cock, licked the head, and stared up at him. "Take me now, Chase. Please."
"She's ready." Khalid kissed the cheek of her rear, raked his tongue over it, and pressed his fingers into her. "She can take us both now."
Chase stared down at her. "Both of us, Kia."
He wasn't going to let her misunderstand. He wasn't going to let her feel betrayed later.
"Yes. Both of you." There was no hesitation in her voice, or in her dazed, sensual eyes.
Chase took the condom Khalid handed him, rolled it quickly over his cock, and pulled Kia to him. He brought her lips to his, kissing her, devouring the taste of her as he turned her until he could lie back on the wide leather seat, dragging her over him, pulling her into place until she straddled him.
He didn't have to guide his cock to her—she did it for him. Silken fingers wrapped around the shaft and her hips lowered, the slick folds parted and she stilled.
Chase pressed upward as Khalid moved behind her, his teeth nip-ping at her shoulder as she shuddered and more of her juices spilled over the sheathed length of his cock.
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Chase had to fight to hold on to his control. Kia's pussy was nearly as tight as her ass. The muscles clenched around him as he eased inside her. Hell, he might as well not be wearing a condom to begin with. She was so sweet, so hot and tight he could feel every ripple of the contractions around him as he worked inside her.
Kia felt the stretching burn, the impalement, even as she felt Khalid behind her, his lips moving down her spine, tongue licking, his hands clenching on her rear, rocking her on Chase's cock.
She was burning.
"So perfect," Chase groaned beneath her.
"A treasure," Khalid agreed as he pressed her to Chase's chest.
Muscular arms came around her, light green eyes darkened to near moss stared back at her as she fought to focus.
He was buried fully inside her now. She was stretched tight, and Khalid was easing his fingers from her, shifting behind her.
"Don't hurt me," she whispered, shaking, touching Chase's face. "Please don't hurt me."
He paused beneath her, and behind her, she felt Khalid pause as well.
"Would I hurt you, Kia?" he asked as his hands stroked her gently.
Chase stayed still inside her, stretching her, ignoring the tight little movements she made, the need to have him thrusting inside her.
She was trying to breathe. Pleasure and fear and the unknown tore through her.
Behind her, Khalid stroked her with his fingers again, down the cleft, eased against the opening.
She gasped, relaxed involuntarily.
"Ah, so sweet. She knows there is only pleasure here," Khalid crooned.
"Would I hurt you, Kia?" Chase asked again, his lips at her ear as she sobbed with the pleasure now. "Would I ever hurt you?"
She shook her head, eased farther, felt herself relaxing, felt the broad, thick head of Khalid's cock beginning to ease inside her.
And it wasn't pain. It wasn't pleasure. It was an agonizing sense of rapturous ecstasy that began to blaze through her, inside her.
Chase remained still. Hard hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, Chase buried his cock inside her to the hilt as Khalid began to work his cock inside her rear.
"Chase," she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"I have you," he whispered at her ear. "I've always had you, Kia. Remember, baby? I take care of you."
He took care of her. She could trust him. She let the pleasure surround her, let it fill her, felt her muscles ease as Khalid slipped deep inside her.
"That's it, sweetheart." He kissed her neck, licked at it. "Just let us pleasure you. Every part of you touched, stroked."
His hand touched her face, pressing her upward as her back arched and Khalid slid inside her rear fully.
Her head jerked up with a cry. A strangled scream as she began shuddering. Her eyes flared wide as she stared down at Chase. She could barely see him. A haze of white-hot pleasure filled her vision and tore through her body.
"Fuck. She's coming, Khalid."
"Ah, yes." Khalid sounded as though he were forcing the words past his lips. "So tight. So tight."
They were moving. Sliding back and forth, retreat and invade until she felt it building inside her again, racing up her spine and blazing through her mind. Sparks ignited in front of her eyes, and she fought to buck between them, driving herself harder onto each penetration, feeling them fill her. Over and again, and crying out Chase's name as she felt herself dissolving between them.
Their strokes inside her were harder, deeper. Male groans, curses, and finally, throttled groans filled her ears as she felt their cocks throb, ripple with their release.
Kia was boneless between them now. Pleasure still suffused her, a brilliant haze of satiation wiping her mind of any cares, at least for the moment.
Chase's arms surrounded her. She was still trembling in reaction.
Still felt them inside her, hot, possessing her, the primal intensity of the act not lost on her.
She wasn't going to regret it. If it never happened again, then this alone she would have to remember. The night Chase Falladay made two years of hell worth it.
The night he had given her only pleasure.
Chapter 3
It was three in the morning and the snow was piling high before the limo pulled to a stop at the covered entrance to her apartment building.
The chauffeur opened the door smoothly and Chase stepped out before he turned to lift Kia from the vehicle. She gripped his shoulders as his hands spanned her waist, lifted her, then set her on the damp sidewalk beneath the marquee.
Snow fell around them in thick, fat, lazy flakes. The wind had picked up a bit, blowing around her as she stared up at him, wrapped warmly with his overcoat over her dress. Khalid wouldn't let her leave the limo without it.
"I'll take you up to your apartment." His arm went around her back as they moved to the doors.
"Good morning, Ms. Rutherford." The doorman nodded politely as he opened the heavy glass doors to allow them in and nodded to Chase.
"Good morning, Kenny." She smiled.
It was close enough to morning. Like a fantasy, dawn was coming and when its fragile light began to spill over the city, this night would be nothing but a dream.
Chase escorted her through the wide lobby to the bank of elevators at the far side. Her apartment, more a penthouse suite, was on the twenty-fifth floor, dark and cold, and lonely.
Chase kept his arm around her, kept her close to his side as the elevator made its way too quickly to her floor and the doors slid open smoothly. Kia opened the tiny purse she carried, extracted the key, and found herself handing it to him.
There was such arrogance in the way he had held out his hand for the key—command and dominance. Chase was a man used to doing certain things, to controlling too much around him.
Kia pressed the security code by the door, and when he opened it, the lights were already on low throughout the apartment. She hated walking into the dark.
They stepped inside, Chase's narrowed gaze raking over the small foyer and luxurious living
room that opened out onto a balcony overlooking one of the larger parks.
"I've been looking for another place," she said, feeling his gaze on her.
"What's wrong with this?"
The apartment was too large for one person. She'd known this for years, but had held on to it anyway. It had been awarded to her in the divorce agreement. With the bank of windows that looked out on the park, the large rooms, and the spacious layout, the penthouse would be easy to resell.
She turned to him, staring up at him. "I could fix some coffee. There's wine."
He could stay the night. He could curl in that large lonely bed with her that she never slept in and hold the cold at bay.
His expression was brooding as he stared down at her,
and she knew the answer that was coming.
"But I'm certain you need to get home." She moved away from him, allowed the warmth of his coat to fall from her shoulders and handed it back to him. Reluctantly.
He took the coat slowly, glanced at it, then with his free hand touched her cheek.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked.
No, she wasn't. She was going to curl up on the couch, and she was going to try to remember the comfort of his arms holding her, perhaps try to convince herself he was still there with her.
"I'm fine." She smiled back at him, aching inside, wondering why it was so hard not to beg him to stay.
He nodded slowly, his fingertips sliding over her cheek before his hand dropped, taking the warmth with him.
"You're an incredible woman, Kia Rutherford," he told her.
"Not hardly," she whispered as he left the apartment, closing the door behind him.
She stared around the open, too large rooms before walking to the glass doors that led to the balcony. Opening them, she stepped out, shivering at the chill in the air, watching as the snowflakes created a curtain of white before her.
"Not hardly, Chase," she whispered into the night. "Unless we count incredibly stupid."
She sighed as she wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed at them, unwilling to step back inside just yet. Here she felt cocooned in the icy wind and the snow falling and she wondered if she could freeze out the suddenly bleak darkness surrounding her.
She had thought one night with Chase would ease the loneliness. She hadn't expected it to only make it worse.
Turning, she reentered the apartment, closing the doors behind her as she reached back to slide the zipper of the dress below her hips.
The phone rang on the table in the foyer. Picking up the cordless headset she stared at the number displayed and shook her head. Drew's cell phone. She had no desire to talk to him tonight. Or this morning. Why destroy the memories she wanted to wrap around her by allowing that intrusion? She placed the phone back in the cradle and moved into the bedroom.