The Sirens of SaSS Anthology

by Anthology

  With those words she slipped one shoulder out of the suit and her pussy clenched at the low growl of desire he made. He didn’t wait for her other strap to come down, instead palming her breast and lifting it to his mouth, the wet suction of his lips teasing her already aroused flesh. When he added an edge of teeth she moaned and ground herself against him, wanting him inside her.

  She tried to reach a hand between them to cup him but he pulled her tighter, sucking harder on her nipple until she clutched the back of his head with a helpless moan. “Jason, I want to taste you.”

  He released her nipple with a pop of his mouth. “Beg me.”

  She narrowed her eyes and tried not to grin. “Pretty please, with sugar on top. Let me take that big cock in my mouth.”

  He licked his lips and released her. “First, a bath.”

  “What?”

  He smiled and held out his hand, wrapping his warm fingers around hers as he pulled her to her feet. “I hardly ever get a chance to pamper you.”

  She followed behind him as he led them to the sumptuous master bathroom. The setting sun shone through the big stained-glass window depicting an underwater scene of mermaids cavorting with sea creatures. Blues, greens, oranges and yellows bathed the room from where the sun illuminated the glass and her breath caught in her throat when she saw what he’d done with the bath. A trail of white and red rose petals led to the massive Jacuzzi tub, now filled with a mountain of bubbles. More petals were scattered on the bubbles and she turned to him and smiled, a small knot forming in her throat. “It’s beautiful.”

  He traced a fingertip over her cheekbone and traced the outline of her lips, the nerves sizzling beneath his stroke. “Let’s get you out of that suit.”

  She could only nod, held by his gaze as the press of his hands unknotted the wrap around her waist. The sensation of the strap sliding down her shoulder made her shiver. “I love this bathing suit.”

  He laughed and smoothed his hands down her back. “I thought you might.”

  With a deft touch he tugged it down, freeing her breasts. Giving him a playful grin, she darted out of his grasp and moved to the edge of the tub. “I think a little payback is in order.”

  “What?”

  She turned her back and glanced over her shoulder at him. “I’m still throbbing from you teasing the hell out of me on the beach. I think it’s only fair if you share in my pain.”

  He made a rough noise as she bent over at the waist, slowly pulling the suit down her legs and giving him an excellent view of her wet pussy. A thrill of naughty arousal shot through her and she parted her legs, running her fingers up the insides of her calves. Bracing one hand on the edge of the tub, she stroked the other hand high on the insides of her thighs, feeling the slickness of her arousal. God, he had her so very wet.

  The sound of his feet moving across the tile warned her a second before he grabbed her hips and held her still, kissing a line down her back to the rise of her buttocks. “You’re a cruel woman.”

  Her reply came out in a breathy whisper as he rubbed the faint stubble of his beard against her bottom. “You think I’m cruel now, just wait until I get one of those suits for you.”

  “You’d kill me.”

  His hand slid lower and she glanced over her shoulder to find him kneeling behind her. She braced both of her hands on the edge of the tub, anticipation making her weak in the knees. The tips of her fingers pressed into the bubbles filling the tub and she took in a deep lungful of the amber and rose oil he’d put into the bath. The soft press of his tongue over the crease where her ass met her thigh made her shiver, but not as much as his clever fingers barely stroking her slit.

  “Please.” She squirmed and tried to press back into his fingers.

  “Not yet,” he chided softly and moved his mouth lower, licking at the very edge where the plump lips of her pussy met the crease of her thigh. Ever so slowly he licked everywhere but where she needed it the most, reducing her to a quivering bundle of nerves, the center of her universe focused on him. She held her breath at the first swipe of his tongue over her swollen flesh and cried out in protest when he pulled away.

  “Turn around and sit on the edge of the tub.”

  She did as he asked, eager for whatever he had in mind next. To her pleasure he shed his jeans, the thick shaft of his erection bobbing as he kicked them over to the side. Stroking his shaft, he squeezed a drop of pre-cum to the ripe tip of his cock and she unconsciously licked her lips. She grabbed for him but he stepped back and shook his head. “I want you to only use your mouth on me. I want those pretty fingers between your legs. Touch yourself for me, Megan. But I don’t want you to come.”

  She gave him a frustrated growl but he just smiled. Fine, he wanted to torment her? Well two could play at that game. He must have seen the devilish gleam in her eye because he almost stepped back before her mouth engulfed him. One advantage of being married is she knew exactly what he liked, what drove him crazy, and she used that knowledge now. With butterfly-soft strokes she ran her tongue up the underside of his erection, playing with the thick vein and the tiny bit of skin where the shaft met the head.

  “You’re not touching yourself,” he rasped.

  The first stroke of her fingers over her clit had her moaning against him as he gently pushed deeper into her mouth, forcing her to relax her throat muscles so he didn’t gag her. Her hips snapped up as she touched her clit again, the denied orgasm tightening her body until she fairly shook with need. He plunged his hands into her hair and rocked her mouth up and down his cock, swearing softly when she used her teeth or tongue in some clever manner against his rock-hard erection.

  Unable to deny herself, she plunged one finger into her slick entrance and pleasure blasted through her. Just a few more strokes, another hard press on her clit and she’d come. It was so tempting, but Jason had told her not to. Which only made it even more desirable. She spread her legs wider, loving the feeling of his cock shuttling in and out of her mouth, but before she could do more than run her thumb over her clit he pulled out of her mouth and grabbed her hands.

  “No cheating.”

  “Jason…please.” His cock twitched and she lay down on the soft, thick bathmat at the edge of the tub. “Please fuck me.”

  He stood there for a few seconds, his fists clenching and unclenching, a wild look in his eyes that had her spreading her legs wide for him. Before she could draw a breath he’d lunged between her legs and positioned his shaft at her entrance. She moaned as the first few inches sank in, then screamed when he roughly plowed his hips into her, thrusting deep inside her body. God he had such a magnificent dick.

  Her body squeezed him tight, the delicate inner muscles of her pussy grabbing on to him as he slowly pulled out, only to shove back into her with a strength that bordered on violence. With a cry she gripped the back of his shoulders and tried to move with him, but he growled and shook his head. “No, you’re mine to fuck, Megan, mine to please.”

  He moved her legs so her knees were pressed into her chest and her heels hung over his shoulders. The position opened her fully to him and she could barely breathe at the sensation of his cock shuttling in and out of her. She turned her head to the side and licked at the sensitive skin of his inner forearm braced on the floor next to her. The taste of his skin, the unique scent of their lovemaking and the knowledge her husband was really, truly here pushed her closer to the edge in a spine-shuddering wave of arousal.

  So deep, he changed his angle and began to run over the dense spot inside f her that seemed to somehow magically touch her clit. Each pass felt so good, she never wanted it to end, but at the same time if she didn’t orgasm soon she was going to lose her mind. He reached between their bodies and pinched her clit at the base, rubbing it between his knowing fingers with a low groan.

  She tensed, all the muscles seizing in her body then shattering with an intensity that made her see stars. Her orgasm unfurled through her body, waves of pleasure that were enhanced by his now
-frantic pounding, each stroke driving her higher until she screamed. So sensitive, her body ached when he ground himself into her. A moment later he shuddered as he filled her with his seed, each jerk of his hips pressing him impossibly deeper.

  With a low groan he pulled her legs off his shoulders and collapsed on top of her, his warm breath panting into her ear. Joy suffused her and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as her legs trembled from being held in that position for so long. “Thank you,” she whispered against the side of his head.

  He laughed, the vibration moving through his body and into his cock still inside her. “No, thank you.”

  He held himself off her with unsteady arms. “Can I interest you in a bath? The water should still be warm.”

  She looked into his eyes and nodded, a small smile curving the edges of her mouth. He pulled out of her and her body clenched down, making him groan. They slid into the tub together, each sighing as the water sloshed around them. He sat against the back of the tub and pulled her over to him so she lay in the curve of his arms with a happy sigh. The sun had sunk lower on the horizon and now patches of green and amber light reflected off the bubbles surrounding them.

  They lay in silence, touching each other and listening to the gentle hiss of bubbles popping. He kissed the side of her neck before resting his cheek on top of her head. “I’m glad I came out here.”

  “Me too.” She hugged his arms closer around her. “I have some news.” He tensed and she quickly added, “Some good news.”

  “Good for us or good for the company?”

  She elbowed him gently in the ribs and turned around to face him. “Good for us.”

  He titled his head to the side and examined her. “Okay.”

  “After I, well, we, leave here I have a few things to wrap up at work, but then I’ll be starting my six-week vacation.” His jaw dropped and she giggled. “I thought maybe we could take the kids to Disney World and do that Big Red Boat cruise as well.”

  “Are you serious?”

  She flushed at his tone of disbelief and nodded. “Yeah, and I cut back my hours big time. No more sixty-hour work weeks.”

  “Why?”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean, why?”

  He cupped her cheek with a wet hand. “I need to know why. I need to hear you say the words.”

  She took a deep breath, surprised at how hard it was to say. “Because I love you, I love our family, and I never want you guys to feel like you’re my second choice.”

  He nodded and stroked his thumb over her cheek. “Thank you.”

  Her throat closed up but she forced the words out in a rush. “What you said is right. I’ve been unconsciously trying to impress my father, the man who never made it home for any of my school plays, the man who often missed my birthday, the man who I knew less of than I did our housekeeper.” She laid her head down on his chest, the water line lapping at her chin. “The only time I ever got any positive feedback from him was when I won some award at school or moved up in the company. Even then it was like he was happier about the fact he could brag about something his daughter did rather than being happy for me. God that’s so fucked up.”

  He made a comforting sound low in his chest and stroked her back. “You have no idea how much I disliked that man for his abuse to you and your mother.”

  She tried to pull away from him but he tugged her back into his arms. “He never hit me.”

  “No, but that might have been easier. Instead he dangled his affection, his attention to you like a carrot. His love was never given, it had to be earned. And God forbid if you caused a fuss, he’d freeze you out of his life in an instant.” He hugged her so hard her breath wheezed out in protest. “I never told you this, but before I asked you to marry me I asked for your father’s permission.”

  “I never knew that.”

  “I know. I wasn’t going to let him ruin it.”

  His arms gentled and she drew in a deep breath. “What did he say?”

  “He said no, that getting married would destroy any chances of you ever making something of yourself. That he hadn’t sent you to all those expensive schools to end up someone’s fat housewife or meal ticket.”

  Her heart ached and she swallowed back her tears. “Why would he say that? He knew how happy I was with you.” She took a deep breath and said what she really thought, even though a small part of her mind screamed at her for even daring to think such a thing. “What an asshole.”

  “I think he knew he was losing his control over you, that you had found someone who loved you in a way that threatened his power. He was all geared up for a fight. I could see it in the way he looked at me, the rage in his eyes. He wanted to push me into getting into a confrontation with him, to have something to use against me. What he didn’t expect was my sympathy.” His laughter held no mirth. “I told him I felt sorry for him and he was still invited to the wedding.”

  Her first instinct was to defend her father, to make up some excuse for him like she and her mother always did. Then anger surged into her and she splashed her hands into the bubbles with a loud smack. “I can’t believe he did that! Why couldn’t he be happy for me? He loved me, I know he did, and he knew I wanted to marry you.” She grew still as memories of her engagement day came back to her. “Why didn’t you say anything to me about it? Right after we got engaged the first thing I wanted to do was go to my parents to show my ring off.” She turned in his arms and stroked the strands of silver in his dark hair. “My father shook your hand and welcomed you to the family. How did you keep from punching him in the face?”

  His smile held an edge of sadness in the fading light. “Because if I had decked that conniving bas—er, if I had hit him like I wanted to, and believe me, I did, I would have lost you. Nothing matters more to me than you and our family’s happiness, Megan. I love you.”

  She burst out in tears and he quickly sat up, pulling her into his arms. “Hey now, don’t cry.” He kissed the top of her head. “This isn’t how I pictured tonight. You’re supposed to be swept off your feet, not sad.”

  Words were beyond her as the stress and fear of the past year poured out of her. “Jason, I’m so scared of losing you.” She had to clear her throat a couple times before the next words would come out in anything but an incoherent mumble. “I didn’t know how to fix things, I didn’t know what to do in order to make it better.”

  “This… This makes us better, stronger, Megan.” He pinched her butt and startled a giggle out of her. “I’m not just talking about the sex, though that was awesome, I’m talking about holding you and talking. We need to do this more, take some time out of the day to talk when we’re both not exhausted.”

  She sniffled and scooted back from him to the other side of the tub before twining her legs around his. “Have you met our children? When are we not exhausted?” She wiped her cheek and her fingertips came away smeared with mascara. “Sheesh, I’m a mess. Can you hand me that washcloth?”

  He grinned and took a washcloth from the edge of the tub and tossed it to her. “You’re beautiful, and we’ll make time. You said you have the next six weeks off, right?”

  The reminder perked her up and she stopped scrubbing her cheeks for a moment. “That’s right, I do!”

  “Well, I thought maybe we could bring the grandmothers with us on vacation. They’d love to go to Disney World with the boys and maybe if we bribe them they’ll even watch them so we can have an evening or two to ourselves.”

  The thought of her reserved mother ridding on Space Mountain sent a wave of amusement washing through her, brushing aside the lingering sadness and leaving her feeling strangely peaceful…and hungry. “Well, I don’t know about you but good sex always works up my appetite. Want to go down to the beach where they’re doing a clam bake?”

  At the mention of good sex his chest puffed out and he got a rather satisfied look on his face. “I aim to please, ma’am.” He tipped his imaginary hat at her before rising from t
he tub, the suds running trails down the curve of his hip to his semi-erect cock.

  The smile she gave him also felt a bit smug as she tapped her lips and studied his steadily hardening dick. “Though if you want to stay here I’m sure we could think of something to do.”

  He stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist while scowling at the tent his erection made beneath the fabric. “Oh no, I came here to romance you and romance you I will. You won’t distract me with your hedonistic ways.”

  She giggled as she stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel, slowly drying herself. “Are you sure?”

  He audibly swallowed as his gaze followed the trail of the towel on her body. “Yes. We’re going to go down and hang out long enough to be polite and eat all their food, then we’re going for a moonlight walk on the beach. Only this time it will be my hands touching you for real, not some computer program.”

  She grabbed another towel and stood on tiptoe to gently dry his hair. “I guess that doesn’t sound too bad.” She stole a kiss before putting an extra sway in her hips as she strolled, naked, out of the bathroom. “Maybe we can grab a couple beers to take with us. It has been a long time since we’ve had messy, drunk sex.”

  He swatted her butt and she yelped, spinning around to return the favor. As he pulled her into his arms for a kiss she said a silent prayer of thanks for this second chance with her husband and enjoyed these precious moments of being alive and in love.

  About the Author

  With over forty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a Megan touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

  From a young age Ann has been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that was often the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.