by Jane Jamison
“Why? Because this is Milly’s place?” He tugged at the shower curtain, but she tugged it back. “Milly won’t mind. In fact, she probably expects this to happen.”
“No, she doesn’t. I’m a guest in her home, and guests shouldn’t take advantage of their hostess.”
He tore back the shower curtain, ripping it out of her hand. “Baby, it’s not Milly I’m planning on taking advantage of.”
She moved toward the back of the shower as he stepped into the tub and under the shower. “Damn, this feels good.”
A trickle of water slipped between her breasts, and he followed it all the way to her belly button. She couldn’t resist him as he took her hand and pulled her close.
“But this feels even better.” He pressed her breasts against his chest. He took her hips and moved her closer as he lifted his cock and rubbed it against her.
She dared to stand on her toes to place her mouth against his. When he tried to rush the kiss, she pushed back and met his gaze. Slicking her tongue along the seam of his lips, she held him back, making him go at a slower pace. He tightened his hold on her and waited for her to give him her tongue. She did, and his tongue met hers in a seductive dance.
“You’re driving me wild.”
He didn’t answer, instead parting his mouth as he bent his head and snaked his tongue along her shoulder. Even under the warmth of the water, her body shivered.
She let her head fall back and ran her hands under his arms then up over the mountains of his shoulders. The shower beat against his back, and water flowed between her fingers. Spray bounced off his shoulders like a waterfall striking the rocks below and hit her face. She closed her eyes, giving into the sensations tingling through her.
His erection pushed against her, wanting inside her, urging her to open for him. Her pussy answered with an ache that had to be satisfied. She grew even hotter thinking about how good he was with his huge cock. He knew what to do with it, how to shove it deep inside her. Her legs grew weak as her pussy hummed with need. She’d thought about the men several times last night and had ended up having to slide her hand between her legs to put herself out of her misery.
“I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you again.” His words were guttural, animalistic.
He made her feel beautiful, desirable with just his touch, but his words added to her delight. “I know.”
Anderson chuckled. “You do?”
She ran her tongue along her lips, catching the water and teasing him. “You know what I mean.”
“You smell good.” He grinned. “Now.”
She pushed her breasts against him, urging him to take her nipple into his mouth. He did, cupping both her breasts as he gave his attention to first one nipple then the other. She couldn’t wait another second. Edging her hand between them, she found his cock and wrapped her hand around it. His cock twitched as she pulled her palm over the wet surface from the base of the curly hair to the mushroomed tip.
He backed away from her and looked down, his mouth parted as she continued to stroke him. “Don’t make me come too soon.”
She peered at him through lowered eyelids. “I would’ve thought you’d have more stamina than that.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest then his throat. “Baby, I’ve got all the stamina you need.” Taking the hand that stroked him, he turned her, putting her back against his chest.
His hands roamed along her sides, curving where her body curved, then eased over to her breasts. He ran his arm over them, using his forearm to rub one nipple while his thumb and finger pinched the other.
He pressed against her, his cock caressing the crack of her buttocks. She wiggled her bottom, loving the sensation of his hard cock against her smooth skin. He let his hand fall from her breasts over her stomach to lay his fingers on top of her mons. She closed her eyes, ready for him to part her pussy lips. When he didn’t, she whimpered her complaint. But complaining wasn’t getting her what she needed.
“Anderson, touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean. Do what I’m telling you to do.” She took his hand and slid it between her legs. His middle finger slid between her pussy folds and over her throbbing clit.
“What do you think I am? Your sex slave?”
She grinned at the eagerness in his voice. “Yeah. You are.”
“For now.”
He was a strong man, a dominant male who wouldn’t submit to her game for long. She had to make each command count.
“Rub my clit.”
His breathing quickened along with hers as he pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her pussy tightened as heat spread outward, signaling her body to prepare for her release.
“Is that good?”
“Yes, but rub harder. Faster.”
She moaned as he increased his speed. “Don’t let go of my breast. I want you to play with my tit while you make me even hotter.”
He put his arm under her breasts and cupped one. He massaged her aching nipple with his thumb. “Like this?”
“Mmm.” She cried out as he skimmed his finger lower then plunged it into her cunt. “Oh, yeah.”
He bit her shoulder lightly then feathered kisses along her neck. “Turn around. I want to do more than just use my hands.”
“Uh-uh. I’m giving the orders.”
A growl told her she’d never really be in charge. He was just letting her act like the boss.
As though he’d heard her thoughts, he added, “All right. For now. But later tonight, tomorrow, whenever I want you, I’m going to make you suffer like you’re doing to me right now.”
She forced herself to sound more nonchalant than she felt. “Seems fair to me.”
Craning her neck around, she offered her tongue to him, and he drew it in then released it in a quick kiss. She gave him a look that said everything she wanted to say then placed her hands on the wall of the tub and bent over.
He cupped her ass and squeezed it as he pushed his hard cock against her bottom. “Damn, but you’ve got a great ass. Do you want me to fuck your ass?”
“Maybe.” She slung her hair over one shoulder to look back at him. “Tell me. When you’re the master and I’m the sex slave, will you slap my bottom?”
“You bet your sweet ass I will.” His jaw worked, showing his struggle to keep control. “You mean like this?” He slapped her butt cheek, the sound of water and hand meeting flesh.
She gasped and jerked forward, but he held her hips to keep her from falling. “Again.”
“Oh, so you liked that, huh?” He slapped the other cheek as he eased his cock into the seam between her butt cheeks. Again, he slapped her, harder, and the pleasurable pain spread through her buttocks.
“One more.”
He gave her two slaps, one on each ass cheek.
“Hey, that was two. I said one.”
“So punish me for not doing what you said to do.”
She turned around and saw the excitement in his amber-flecked eyes. “Why do your eyes change color? They go from light blue to having bits of amber in them.”
He slicked his tongue along her neck to her earlobe. “That’s my arousal showing. Don’t you get it? Like I said. I’m wild for you.”
She couldn’t tell if it was the water or her juices sliding down her legs. She glanced down, needing to see his huge cock and wondering if it was only water coming off the tip or his pre-cum. His cock was amazing, long and curved at the end for a woman’s pleasure. Blue veins ran the length of it. She ran her tongue around her mouth, thinking how good it would feel against the insides of her cheeks.
“Stroke yourself.”
He frowned but didn’t complain. Instead, he palmed the end of his cock then skimmed over the mushroomed tip and slid his hand to the base of curly hair. He glided his hand over it, up and down, his hand twisting a little as it moved back and forth. She licked her lips as he ran his hand to the top then back to the bottom to his tight balls. Fighting against
the urge, she kept her hands to herself instead of cupping his balls.
“Go faster.”
He did as she told him, quickening his speed. His gaze never left her, slipping from her mouth to her breasts and down to her mons and back again. “You’re going to pay for this.”
“Promises, promises.” She giggled, knowing she was pressing her luck. If he came before he took her, they’d have to start over again. The idea wasn’t bad, but she doubted she could wait much longer to have him.
He and Daniel tore away all her defenses, making her vulnerable. They had a control over her that had everything to do with sex and more.
“I’m getting close.”
Placing her hands on his shoulders as he lavished her breasts, she pushed, urging him to go to his knees. “Now use your tongue on me.”
“It’s about time.” He went to his knees and pulled her forward. Biting and nibbling, he started on her outer thighs then moved inward until he was licking the tender skin between her legs.
“My pussy, Anderson.”
He said something she couldn’t understand, but it didn’t matter. He would do as she ordered. Yet instead, he lifted his head and started kissing her stomach.
“No. I said my pussy.”
He gazed up at her, a flash of irritation in his eyes. He blinked then lowered his head to her mons. Flicking his tongue, he lightly touched the seam of her folds, not delving inside but just skimming them then sliding over her smooth skin. He was teasing her, and she loved every second of it. Her legs shook, and she grasped his shoulder to keep upright.
Letting out a huge sigh, he parted her pussy lips with his fingers and flicked his tongue over her clit. His simple touch raced through her, threatening to rid her of her strength.
“Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”
He gripped her buttocks, keeping her on her feet. But she wasn’t sure she could stand much longer.
He pulled her back to him, no longer gentle, no longer merely flicking his tongue over her. Shoving his face against her, he parted her until he could place his widened mouth over her clit and suck. She cried out, the wave of a first orgasm weakening her even more. She shuddered and dug her fingernails into his skin as her legs gave out.
He caught her as she fell, capturing her in his strong arms. Standing carefully, he pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped out onto the large bath mat. Going to the floor with her, he kissed her once then laid her on her back. She opened her legs for him, but he had a different idea.
She was no longer his mistress, and he wasn’t her sex slave. Instead, they’d become two people wanting to please the other and themselves.
He shifted around to straddle her and pushed his head between her legs. His huge cock and soft balls hung over her face as he went down on her. Pulling her pussy lips apart, he took her clit and savaged it.
She cried out then took his cock into her mouth. He was slick with water and pre-com, and she drank his juices. She clutched her breast as she fondled his balls and spread her legs wider.
His tongue was an instrument of torture and pleasure as he licked her clit then drove it into her pussy. She sucked on him then guided her teeth along his length as he lapped up her juices. The sounds they made seared a flood of lust into her and sent her even higher. Her orgasm whirled inside her body, readying for the release.
“Fuck me, Anderson. Now.” Remembering she wasn’t giving orders any longer, she added, “Please.”
He swiveled around to sit between her legs. “First, I want to taste me on you.”
“And me on you.”
He bent over her and crushed his mouth to hers. Their tongues played together, slipping one over the other as they mixed then tasted their joined flavors.
Lifting away from her, he sought her gaze. “You’re mine, you know that. Mine and Daniel’s. Fate brought you to us, and we’re not letting you go. If you try to leave, we’ll drag you back. Understood?”
She would’ve agreed to anything at that moment. Anything to get his cock inside her pussy. Yet at the same time, she heard the truth in his words and accepted it. She couldn’t leave him or Daniel. To do so would be to lose her heart, perhaps even her soul, forever.
“Anderson, fuck me.” Her tone was harsh, needy.
He placed his cock at her pussy, his gaze never leaving hers. Plunging into her, he leaned over her and bit her nipple, just hard enough to cause pain but not hard enough to hurt too much.
His cock filled her, and her pussy walls enclosed him. Her pussy fluttered as it closed around him, letting him slide in and out, harder and faster.
She clutched his shoulders and held on as she’d done in the shower but with renewed strength. “God, you’re huge.”
“The better to fill you up with, my dear.”
Laughing, she tightened her legs around his waist and tugged him closer as though he could melt into her. Sliding her hands over his long, toned body, she found his butt cheeks and gave one of them a hard slap.
He rammed into her again, flexing his butt cheeks with the effort. “Again.”
She did as he wanted, slapping the other butt cheek. “What’s good for the goose, you know.”
He lifted up, took her hips, and drove into her again, reaching higher, deeper. He filled her up so completely, rubbing against her sweet spot. Her breasts bounced as he slid into her, bumping against her.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby. I don’t know how I kept from fucking you the first minute I saw you.”
She moaned as the friction built and he hit her sweet spot again. Her body tensed as her climax built to a head. Again he thrust into her.
She called his name as she exploded, racking shudders into her body as her cream flooded over his cock. Anderson groaned, the sound changing into something more animallike, and rammed into her one last time then stiffened as he sent his seed into her.
He fell forward, putting his head on her stomach. They held each other with him still inside her until each of their bodies stopped shuddering.
“Shannon?”
“Anderson?”
“You wore me out.”
“Back at ya, man.”
He pulled out of her, and she felt the loss not only in her body but in her heart. How had he come to mean so much to her so fast? It was almost as though he and Daniel had put a spell over her.
“Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Is that your phone ringing?”
She jolted as he rolled away, allowing her to reach for her jeans. She yanked out the phone, answered the call, and heard her sister’s voice. He mouthed a “See you later,” gathered his clothes, and left her alone.
“Hey, sis.”
“Hey, sis? Since when do you call me sis? You sound happy, Shannon. Did you…do it?”
Shannon grinned as she dried off then used the towel to clean between her legs. She’d done it all right. But that wasn’t what her sister meant.
“Actually, yes and no.”
Chapter Seven
“What does that mean?”
Shannon giggled at Charlie’s confusion. “Never mind. And no, I haven’t killed Deacon.” Her good mood evaporated with the mention of his name.
“Oh. Then what are you giggling about? I mean, I’m glad you’re happy, but it seems kind of strange considering you’re sleeping in your van and hunting a vampire.”
Shannon tied the towel around her body and walked into the living room, peeking around to see if Anderson was still there. The apartment was empty. Her duffel bag with all the personal items and clothing she’d brought with her sat beside the sofa, and a note lay on top of the bag.
“Uh, I’m not sleeping in my van any longer.” She picked up the note and smiled as she read the message Anderson had left her.
Dear Shannon,
I had to run, or I would’ve waited for you to finish your call. Daniel or I will be back later to check on you.
Love,
Anderson
Love? She tingled at the
thought. When was the last time a man told me he loved me?
“Where are you sleeping? Shannon, are you still there?”
“Yeah, I’m still here. I just got distracted for a sec.” She took a deep breath, preparing to tell her sister. “I’m staying with a friend of a friend.”
“What friend? I didn’t think you knew anyone in Texas, much less in that small one-dog town.”
“He, uh, they’re new friends of mine.” She had no way to tell her sister without telling her the whole truth.
“How’d you meet these people? And which is it? A man or a woman friend?” Charlie’s tone had changed, whipping into strident tones as she picked up on the fact that Shannon was reticent to tell her.
“Okay, here’s the deal, Charlie.” She flopped onto the couch. “I met these two guys. They’re really nice, and they had a girlfriend…Well, she’s not a girlfriend type of girlfriend. She’s a friend who is a girl.” Yet Shannon had to wonder. Was Milly more than just a friend to Daniel and Anderson?
“What the hell, Shannon? Are you there to get this vampire or to have a fling?” Charlie’s voice rose another notch. “This isn’t the time for fun and games.”
“I know that.” Shannon ground out her response, trying to keep from using harsher words than she liked. “All I’ve done since I got here is try to kill the vampire.” Well, not all I’ve done.
“Then how’d you meet them?”
She hated to tell her, but she had to get it over with. Charlie would find out eventually anyway. She’d never been able to keep a secret from her older sister for long. “I met them when I tried to stake the vampire the first time.”
“But you failed, right? And these guys? Are they helping you now?”
“Not exactly.” She could almost feel her sister wanting to reach through the phone and shake her for the full answer. “They stopped me from killing him.”
“Why did they stop you? Don’t they know what Deacon Slater is?”
“They stopped me because they were protecting him. Deacon’s a friend of theirs.” Her sister was quiet. Too quiet. Which meant she was about to blow her temper sky-high.
