“My purse.” I couldn’t say anymore, his fingers touched a spot inside me that felt so good it stole my breath away. I almost begged when his fingers left me but instead of abandoning me, he was pulling my panties down to my ankles, fumbling for my purse, unzipping it and pulling out a row of the condoms. Tearing one off, he had the thing on in record time, and was behind me. Sliding it with one hard thrust I cried out at the burn from being stretched again so widely and he stilled.
“Forgot.” His hands were holding my hips so tightly flushed against his that I felt bruised, but I didn’t care.
“Fuck me, Dane. I don’t care if it hurts.” I don’t know where those words came from, but I was so turned on him staying still was the worse agony I could imagine.
Instead of the savage lovemaking I expected, he slowly inched out and filling me up with a tenderness that almost made me weep. I met each thrust, feeling like I was being made to fit his dick as he rode on. God! He felt so good inside me, each push making me cry out in pleasure, each retreat making me want to sob until I was so far gone all I could do was let the pleasure rush over me, drowning me in the bliss.
Like something had changed in him, he increased the pace leaving me breathless at the force of his lovemaking. I was his to command, my body there for his desires, and then I felt his release through the thin latex, and nearly sobbed in relief. Whatever this man was doing I never wanted it to end. Straining against me, he slowly softened, and it was the most beautiful feeling.
Inching out, he stood up and I quickly joined him pulling up my underwear, not sure how I was supposed to feel about what we’d done. “You okay?” He ran that magical hand over his shorn locks, and I nodded before lowering my head in embarrassment again. “Guess I should get you home before I make you so sore you can’t walk.” He looked a little sheepish saying those words, and I really didn’t understand.
There’s no way a man like him could want me. Women paid him for sex, and I was sure everyone one of them knew how to please him more than I could even think about. Giving another nod, I decided he was just trying to be nice. I knelt down to pick up my purse this time, not sure why me bending over had made him fuck me in the first place, but a repeat would probably kill me. He was right about the walking thing, I was already sore.
We walked back out the same door and then drove the buggy back to his mansion. Instead of going in, he led me around to the garage, and I wasn’t shocked at the high dollar sports cars and motorcycles inside. “You drive a bike?” I pictured him on one before, but definitely not me.
“Yeah, but I think we’ll take my car today. I’m not sure straddling a bike is the best thing for you right now.” He winked and I was embarrassed. Walking over to a shiny new Porsche, he held the door open for me. Sliding into those leather seats was comfortable and I was glad I was missing out on the only opportunity I’d ever had to mount a motorcycle.
He took the driver’s seat and asked me for directions. I only lived twenty minutes away, but HUNKS was right outside of Vegas, so I’d never noticed it before. Dane put the radio on some classic rock, so conversation wasn’t needed as he drove me home. Pulling up in front of my Aunt’s two story, I wasn’t sure if I was glad to be here, or sad to be watching him drive out of my life forever. I knew we’d never meet again and that was depressing.
“Did you want to come in?” I was prolonging the inevitable by asking, but it felt right.
“You sure you want that, sweetheart?” His grin was wide on his gorgeous face, and my heart raced from the expression.
“Only if you promise no more sex. I’m a little uncomfortable still.” I felt like an idiot admitting that to him, but he chuckled.
“Okay no sex, besides I should make sure you soak or something before leaving. You the only person that lives here?” I nodded before wondering if admitting that was smart. I knew little about him but he didn’t seem like the type to break in or anything. Considering I’d just trusted him with my body, it was a little ironic to be thinking those thoughts.
He followed me up the stairs to the front porch, and I unlocked the door. My house was nowhere as grand as his, but it was a beautiful historical home. It looked lived in, but all the furnishing were elegant. “Nice place.” He commented as we made it through the foyer, and stepped down into the living room.
“Thanks. My aunt loved collecting antiques.” Everything was tasteful but also reminded you of days gone by. It suited me. I never felt like I belonged in the fast paced world that surrounded me.
“Where’s your bathroom?” Dane definitely didn’t mince words, and I gave him directions expecting him to do his business. Instead he picked me up in his arms, cradling me like a child and walking me that way. “I think I said you needed to soak?” He grinned boyishly as we entered and lowered quickly to lift the hem of my dress, and pull it over my head.
I automatically raised my hands, somewhat shocked by his actions. His fingers made quick work of my bra, and without thinking I crossed my arms over my breasts. “Oh no sweetheart, if I can’t fuck you, at least let me see those beautiful tits.” I dropped my arms blushing as he took in the sisters with what looked like appreciation.
“Dane!” A little uncomfortable with his scrutiny I attempted to get his attention back on my face again.
“Not my fault you have the most luscious tits in the world.” His hands moved to the scrap of silk covering my sex, and quickly lowered those down my legs. I stepped out of the heels and panties in one go, and his fingers tugged on my intimate curls, making me moan. “Love these too.” Releasing them, he turned to the claw-footed deep tub, turning on the faucet and plugging it up.
“Climb in before I forget why I’m not going to fuck you again.” I wasn’t sure in that moment I didn’t want to make him forget everything, just that little tug had me aching to feel his fingers again. When he cleared his throat loudly, I gave up and stepped in.
The water stung for a second, but quickly became soothing and I sighed. “Thanks for bringing me home.” I whispered the words, enjoying the heat on my aching body parts and muscles.
“Maybe you’ll invite me over when I can enjoy you again.” He lifted up a sponge, lathering it with soap and washed me almost carefully.
“You date, outside the, well, other stuff?” I didn’t want to say I couldn’t afford him, but the truth was I wouldn’t even if I could. The thought of paying him for sex, was not appealing no matter how talented he was at doing it.
He chuckled and ran the soapy sponge over my breasts, making me moan. “Usually no, but for you I’ll make an exception.” Lifting my chest to give him better access, my nipples were tight little buds under his expert ministrations.
“Why?” I probably didn’t want to know, but it was hard to resist the seduction spell he had me under.
“Because you’re real, and I don’t need to pretend.” He made it sound more like a question but I was focused more on my body than what he was saying since he lowered the sponge deep in the water to graze over my sex. Spreading my legs wider the rough texture enflamed me, and I whimpered in pleasure.
“Dane, please.” It was crazy to want him again, but denying the truth was impossible. He did something that made me insatiable.
“Tell me you’ll go out with me Tuesday and I’ll give you what you want.” He dropped the sponge, his fingers taking its place and I was lost again.
“Yes, whatever you want.” I knew it was wrong to let him play me that way, but he had talented hands.
Lifting me up out of the water dripping wet, he sat me on the toilet, spreading my legs wide. His head fell between my legs and that magical tongue speared deep forcing me to grab the wall and counter for support. Thrusting my hips against his face, I gyrated against that tongue as he fucked me senseless, leaving me nothing but pleasure in his wake. I screamed out my release and it echoed off the walls, then he suckled my clit hard the painful pleasure making my orgasm go on and on.
When he finally released me I was breathless, and
my eyes widened as he dropped his sweatpants, pressing his cock against my lips. “Suck me, Erin. Take me into that hot mouth and make me come.” His words were so guttural I didn’t think, just did, even though I didn’t understand what I was doing.
Grabbing his base I squeezed taking him in so deep I choked, before releasing him to breathe. “Fuck that’s good baby, choke yourself on my big cock.” He let me lead and I tried to do just what he said not sure I liked doing this but enjoying the sounds he made while I did.
When he pulled my hand out of the way and pumped into my mouth I froze. “Don’t stop sweetheart, suck.” Looking up as he pushed deep I felt tears fill my eyes.
“Shit. You’ve never given head before have you?” Pulling his dick free he lifted me to my feet, hugging me against him. “I have no idea what to do with you. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He brought my hand down to his dick and covered it with his, teaching me how to pleasure him. I watched in fascination as he worked my hand over him, amazed that pulling on him so hard and fast didn’t cause him pain. He came, in long pearly streams, covering my hand with his seed. That was amazing too.
Chuckling, I guess at the look on my face, he shook his head. “Get that sexy ass back in the tub.” Doing what he asked, I looked back to see him cleaning himself off with toilet paper. “I could teach you so much. Would you like that sweetheart?” Kneeling back down by the tub, he was at eye level.
“I think so. That giving head stuff isn’t much fun though.” We were way past the point of me being embarrassed by now. At least in my mind. I decided honesty was probably best.
“Was for me, but it’s something you’ll learn.” He winked, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for all the stuff he wanted to teach. “I’m going to leave you now, I’ll be back Tuesday at seven.” Lowering his head those gorgeous lips found mine, and then like a whirlwind he blew out of my life leaving me sitting in the now somewhat cooler water trying to get my head to stop spinning.
chapter seven
Infatuated
Dane
Leaving her sexy little ass was the smartest thing I could do. What the fuck was I thinking asking her out? I didn’t date, sure as shit wasn’t into the heart and flowers crap a woman like her would probably want. Sure she had the tightest pussy I’d ever sank my cock in, and those tits? Holy Fucking Lord, I wanted to squeeze them together and fuck her that way. Just the thought made me rock hard again. I almost turned the car around, but remembered she was just a paycheck.
My mind screamed that I was being an idiot, it hadn’t been about money from the moment I popped her cherry. Shutting that errant thought down, I knew Erin was trouble and for her sake and mine, I needed to steer clear. Women like her didn’t belong in my sordid world, and sure I could fuck her a few dozen more times, but she’d realize what a piece of shit I was and walk away. Maybe even worse, she could decide that what I gave her was addicting and use me for the pleasure I’d learn to perfect. Either way it was a fuck up waiting to happen and saving myself the loss was the only card I could play.
Driving like a maniac back to the mansion, Nick gave me the shit eye when I walked in, motioning me with his chin to join him in the living room. Didn’t take a genius to know what he wanted to discuss, and I wasn’t in a frame of mind to talk about her with him yet. “Can this shit wait? I’ve had a hell of a night and need some sleep before doing it again.”
“You done with Erin?” I so didn’t need another lecture about my sex life, but it looked like Nick was ready to go up in arms over this girl.
“Look I get you have some past with this woman, but what I do with her is none of your damn business.” I could have saved myself the argument and told him I had no plans to keep fucking her, but it pissed me off that he was in my face.
“That’s where you’re wrong. That little girl has been through some serious shit, and it’s about to get a lot worse. So if you aren’t planning on keeping her, I want you to step aside and let me and Ian take her under our wing.”
Nick couldn’t have shocked me more walked up and punched me in the face. “I’m the first guy she’s fucked, not sure she’s ready for tag team action, bro.” Them sleeping with her didn’t sit right with me, but I would not label it as jealousy. That meant I gave a shit, and I sure as hell wasn’t going that far even if I maybe I did.
“Broke the cardinal rule, huh.” He shook his head, looking like he’d lost his best friend, and I wasn’t sure what the fuck his problem was.
“Didn’t know she was a virgin until it was too late. What’s so special about this girl anyway? I mean sure she’s sweet I guess, and that damn body! How the hell she kept her cherry this long is a fucking mind screw.”
“Do you ever think with anything except your dick?” Gripping the island bar, he looked ready to jump over it and I held my hands up in an ‘I surrender’ position. I was too tired to fight and didn’t want to go to fists with one of my best friends anyway.
“You remember that case I told you about with the serial killer, Bobby Martin?” I remembered, he’d talked about it for years, and it had somehow worked into the dirty cops, gambling scams and eventually forcing him to leave the PD. Giving a curt nod, I hoped he got to the point because I needed more sleep. “Erin was his first attempted victim.”
“No fucking way man. That explains why she was so skittish last night. What he’d do to her?” Obviously he hadn’t screwed her, but maybe that explained her fears better than being nervous about giving it up the first time.
“When I found her in that car he had her wrists taped together, her clothes cut off, that sweet little face of hers, even her body had seen more than a few blows. Never seen that much fear in my life, and I’ve seen some shit man.” For Nick to look this upset I knew the sight must have been awful. We’d seen our share of torture in Iraq, and I thought nothing could break him.
“You stopped him from raping her though, so at least she was spared that pain?” I could imagine nothing worse happening to a woman than rape.
“Yeah, I don’t regret staying with her, but I wish Ian had caught that slimly little mother fucker.” His angry expression lightened before he spoke again. “She was the cutest little thing bringing me gifts, and coming to the station every week. I knew she had a crush but it was some reverse Stockholm syndrome shit, hell she was only fifteen.”
“Sounds like you might have fallen a little for her yourself.” I chuckled, knowing Nick well enough he wouldn’t make a move on a kid, but it stayed with him all these years.
“She was a sweet little beauty, but nothing like that man. Of course now it’s a different story. I felt guilty as shit not keeping up with her after I left the Force. Now she’s getting into some shit I can save her from before it happens. I feel like I owe her that.”
“Fuck you. I’m not going to hurt the girl. I’d already planned on leaving her before you decided on this little talk.” I wanted to punch him in the face for thinking I was comparable to some serial killer.
Nick tossed back his head and let out a guttural laugh. “I wasn’t talk about you dickhead. She’s going to lose her house and her little friend Gabby is pulling her daddy into the picture. Blake will fucking use her up, and I’ll be damned if I allow that to happen.”
“I know Blake’s a piece of shit, but you don’t think he’d put his kid’s best friend to work that way?” He prostituted young women out. It wasn’t illegal if you kept it out of the city, but someone like Erin? I didn’t know her that well, still couldn’t say I’d want anyone forced into that lifestyle. The women I fucked for money was because I could, not that I had to.
“Not willing to take the chance. So you’ll step aside? I know we can keep her safe, and hell to be honest I’d like to see if she’s the one for us.” The thought of them fucking her made me see red, but how could considering she was nothing but a job for me until this morning.
“Go for it.” I knew he wouldn’t make a damn move without my approval because that was our guy code, I was caught betw
een the shit here because I couldn’t admit I felt anything more than lust. Maybe I was just sentimental about being her first anyway. Label me a pussy for that thought.
chapter eight
Crushed
Erin
Getting a call from Nick was almost bittersweet, because I’d been dying to hear from him, but also hoped Dane would call. We were supposed to have our date tomorrow night, and I felt a little awkward accepting the invitation to lunch with my friends, knowing he lived there too. I hoped he wouldn’t think I was checking up on him.
I’d dressed in a pair of shorts, and a tank top not trying to be sexy, but it was almost a hundred degrees and anything you wore stuck to you in this heat. Pulling up to the mansion, I wished my heart wasn’t racing for the wrong reasons. Sliding out of the leather seats of my aunt’s car, I still didn’t feel right calling it my own, I walked nervously up to the door and rang the bell.
“Hey there sweetheart, nice to see you again.” Brandt opened the door, holding it wide while keeping his hand over it so I’d must walk under. The man was too fine, and dressed in nothing but a pair of thin shorts, I didn’t need to be looking.
“Um, hi. I’m here for Nick?” I couldn’t remember his name, which considering where my mind had been the night we met wasn’t unreasonable.
“I’m Brandt, in case you didn’t remember.” He grinned showing a gleaming white smile I was sure had charmed many ladies. Flushing slightly I nodded.
“Nice to meet you again.” I would not admit I didn’t remember and I walked into the cool air sighing. “It’s blazing out there.” Small talk was something I was severely lacking talent in and I stood nervously waiting for him to tell me where to go.
I was a little shocked when he grabbed my hand, leading me back toward the kitchen. Personal space was apparently not something he understood. That thought left my mind when I saw Nick and Ian, shirtless and dressed in similar fashion while they prepared lunch. The heat level shot through the roof and I was seriously not prepared for all the eye-candy.
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