by Vivi Anna, Sylvia Day, Delilah Devlin, Cathryn Fox, Myla Jackson, Lisa Renee Jones
When she heard a groan of appreciation, Sangria glanced over her shoulder at Vance. He was grinning again, but this time there was no humor in his eyes, just brazen lust.
“You have an amazing ass.”
“I told you to save your words.”
Shaking his head, he stared down at her rounded flesh. “I can’t help it, Sangria, this is the firmest, most delectable ass I have ever come in contact with.”
She laughed then. He sounded sincere as he gazed at her backside. But when he lifted his gaze to hers, her grin faded. She could see the desire in his eyes, pacing like a caged animal eager to escape and hunt. She swallowed hard as he leaned into her, resting his sensuous lips beside her earlobe and whispered. “I want to lick your flesh. Allow me to pleasure you.”
She nearly moaned as his lips tickled the sensitive skin on her ear. She’d never been with anyone eager to please her. Deep down she knew that he was a professional, that he was trained in the art of seduction, trained on how to make a woman feel desired, lusted after. But she didn’t care. For once, she would take what was offered without question, without a thought of reciprocation. She would take what he offered her, selfishly.
In answer to his plea, Sangria braced her hands against the shower stall and spread her legs farther apart. With a feral growl, Vance tossed the sponge over his shoulder and dropped to his knees behind her. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she felt his hands kneading her ass cheeks, his thumbs feathering against her throbbing intimate flesh. Need, hot and delicious, licked at the insides of her thighs, making them tremble and making her sex weep with want.
Vance brought his hands down and wrapped his palms around her vibrating flesh. “Your quivering excites me, Sangria. Like a virgin on her first night.”
“I’m no virgin,” she growled.
“You are with me.” And with that, he moved his hands up, separated her cheeks with his thumbs, and slid his tongue into her pussy.
She jerked violently, as surges of intense pleasure smashed into her, surprising a loud moan from her lips. “Ah, fuck,” she groaned as another wave of glorious rapture swept over her.
Vance was doing incredibly delectable things to her sex. While his tongue lapped at her inflamed clit, causing sizzling jolts to shoot up and down her body, he circled her anus with his finger. Every so often, he pushed the tip in and then out, teasing her with every movement.
Intense pleasure built up deep in her belly and between her legs. Sangria could feel the liquid heat swirling around deep within preparing to explode. She didn’t think she could handle it. Too many violent sensations bombarded her at once. Shaking her head, she ground her teeth and clenched her legs against the onslaught.
“Open for me, baby,” Vance cooed, stroking her anus and vaginal opening with his fingers.
She shook her head back and forth, panting like a dog.
“Let go, Sangria. I won’t hurt you.” He inserted a finger into her and swirled it around, exploring every inch of her. “Let go and I promise you more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before.”
She didn’t want to let go. She’d been so uptight and guarded for all her life, how did one just let go? Vulnerable as a child, jumping from foster home to foster home, Sangria vowed never to feel that way again. But the promise of what Vance offered pulled at her insides, and tugged at her legs. Could she finally just let go and feel real raw emotion?
With sounds of encouragement, Vance eased her legs even further apart, and pushed her forward forcing her to arch her back. She allowed him to maneuver her, to control her. He was the expert and she put herself in his capable hands, literally.
“That’s it, baby,” he purred as he slipped another two long fingers into her, pumping them in and out at a tortuous lazy pace. “You feel like liquid silk. So soft and wet.”
His words inflamed her even more. Even without the hot water still pounding down on her skin, she’d be drenched. Everything he was doing to her ignited passions she hadn’t felt in a long time, maybe not ever. And she craved more. So much more.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she hissed as he circled her anus with a finger.
“Hang on, sugar.” He pressed his long digit into her virginal opening, filling her slowly, inch by inch. “Deliciously tight, just the way I like it.”
Sangria clamped her eyes shut as a sizzling whip of electricity shot over her body. She was very near to climaxing. All her muscles started to tremble and quiver in anticipation. She bucked against Vance’s hand as he picked up his pace, thrusting his fingers into her pussy and ass in a delicious rhythmic pattern.
“That’s it baby, come for me,” he panted, adding his tongue to the ménage of parts fucking her hard and fast.
All it took was one final lick on her clit, and Sangria orgasmed. In an explosion of white light and total rapture, she cried out. “Yes! Oh, my, God, yes!”
Her legs shook violently but Vance held her up, his fingers still pumping inside her, prolonging her orgasm. She could barely see, nor hear, nor think. All that crossed her mind was total bliss. Slowly, her climax ebbed, but he was still there at her pussy, licking her, keeping the shocks and jolts of pleasure searing through her like lightning. She wanted to push him away to allow her to think, but at the same time, she wanted him to keep his assault going so she would never have to again.
“Oh, baby, you taste so fucking good.” Finally, he relinquished his hold on her sex, but gave her quivering flesh one final lap with his tongue.
Eventually, reason came back to her in a rush, and she was able to draw air without panting. Clawing her way up the shower stall, she managed to stand. Every muscle in her body still trembled with exertion and spent passion. Every nerve ending still pulsed with want and desire. She turned just as Vance stood and she stared him in the face.
Good lord, he was gorgeous. Silky dark hair plastered to his chiseled face from the water, his lips flushed and swollen from sucking on her pussy, and his eyes still aflame with lust. She gazed down his lean slick body until she found his cock. He was erect and glistening from the water still spraying on them both.
With a cheeky grin, Vance touched his cock, sliding his hand over his shaft. “It seems I’m not so professional after all.”
Four
Unable to control her hunger any longer, Sangria launched herself at him. He must have anticipated it, because he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and crushed his mouth to hers. A surplus of tastes circled in her mouth as they kissed, including her own lusty juices. It tasted like ambrosia on his lips and tongue. Moaning and groaning into him, she raced her hands over his body. Up his back, down to his ass. She searched everywhere for his flesh, something to hold onto, something to dig into while their tongues tangoed in her mouth.
Sliding his hands down, Vance grabbed her ass and lifted her up into his arms. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Sangria didn’t miss a beat as he carried her into the other room. She continued to feast on his mouth, nipping and tugging at his full bottom lip.
She nearly squealed when he dropped her onto the mattress and covered her wet throbbing body with his own. Nestling his cock between her legs, he nibbled on her chin and neck, while his hands were busy at her breasts, squeezing and pulling her nipples into aching rigid peaks.
Spreading her legs wide, she tried to capture his cock with her slick inner folds. Eager to have him sheathed inside, Sangria nudged her pussy against him repeatedly. Groaning, he finally acknowledged the hint, and guided his cock into her, sliding in with one hard thrust.
She ground her teeth against the urge to scream as he filled her completely. She thanked the lord that she was already sop-ping wet or he would have never slid in so easily. Even now, she felt overstuffed with his long wide cock moving inside. She could hardly breathe with the delight of it.
“Oh god, you’re still so tight,” he panted through clenched teeth. “You’re like crushed velvet against my cock.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she growled against his throa
t. “You talk too much.”
He ceased all movements and grinned down at her. “Hmm, sounds like someone’s pretty eager.” He slipped out of her and sat up.
“What are you doing?” She grabbed for him, but he slapped her hands away.
“I want to know how much you want me.”
“Fuck that.”
Still smiling, he sat back against the wall and stroked his cock lazily. “Then you’ll get none of this.”
Leaning on her elbow, Sangria couldn’t help but watch as he touched himself. Furious that he denied her what she wanted, she couldn’t turn away. He was an exquisite example of male perfection. Even his cock was perfect. And she wanted it, she wanted him.
She knew he was playing a game with her. She hated games especially when it came to interaction between the sexes. But something about this man made her want to play. It was more than the gorgeous cock between his legs, and the way it filled her up. Here was a man that only the rich, the privileged, and influential touched. He was a man she would never have thought of approaching, never dreamed of being with. Her past lovers had always been just as serious and uncomplicated as she was. Not someone to laugh with, or to share comfortable silences. As she watched Vance, eyed him up and down, taking in his smoldering eyes, handsome face, and playful smile, she realized that she could do that and more with him. That she wanted to.
Getting to her knees, Sangria crawled to him. “I want you.”
“What was that?” he murmured. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
She shuffled up to him, straddled his lap, and nuzzled her pussy against his cock. “I said I fucking want you.” She licked his lobe. “Can’t you tell?” She growled as she ground her sex onto him.
“Mm, yeah,” he moaned while he aided her hips back and forth lubricating his member. “I can feel your sweet juices dripping onto my cock.”
Nibbling her way over his chin, Sangria covered his mouth with hers, pushing her tongue between his lips. On a chuckle, he opened and swept his tongue over hers teasingly darting in and out.
She loved his playfulness. She couldn’t remember the last time she relaxed enough to enjoy sex this much. It was always hurried, more like a necessity than a luxury. But this, with him, was all lavishness, and she was going to revel in every moment of it.
As they kissed, she could feel Vance’s fingers exploring her. He slid them between her ass cheeks and into her soft wet folds. Trailing his fingers back and forth along her cleft, he finally slipped them one at a time into her pussy.
“Mm, I love how you feel inside. So fucking hot,” he said while nibbling on her bottom lip.
“Fuck me, and you’ll see how much hotter it can get.”
She wanted his cock inside her now. She was burning for him. If he waited much longer, she might just self-combust.
Without another word, he slid his fingers out, lifted her up, and pulled her down onto his rigid length. As he filled her, Sangria bit back a cry of pleasure. She mounted him perfectly. A deliciously snug fit.
Once he was fully sheathed inside her pussy, Sangria held still, clutching her vaginal muscles around him, enjoying the way he felt. Savoring every ridge, every vein of his glorious cock.
He groaned against her neck as she clenched and un-clenched her muscles, squeezing him tight. “Oh, God, woman. You’re killing me.”
“Well I can’t have that,” she chuckled. “I’m not nearly through with you.” And with that, she started to rock back and forth.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed up with her legs, stopping right at the tip of his cock, and then slammed back down. Each time she moved, Vance groaned, his jaw clenched tight. She knew she was driving him insane because she could feel it in the way his muscles bunched and twitched. He was reining it in, trying to stay in control. She wondered what it would take to send him over the edge.
While she pumped up and down, Vance pulled her close, nibbled on her neck, and ran his hands up and down her back to end up on her ass. He squeezed and kneaded her flesh, brushing his fingers in the valley of her cheeks, circling her anus. Each time he did this, the breath caught in her throat. An explosive orgasm was kindling inside. She was afraid of its intensity, knowing it was going to be fiery and overpowering like a raging inferno.
Vance ran his tongue up and down her neck and ended to suckle on her earlobe. “I love how you feel, Sangria. So soft, so silky,” he groaned. “I want to fuck you so hard that you scream.”
His words sent ripples of pleasure over her. She grabbed hold of his dark silky hair and crushed her mouth to his in answer to his statement. Oh, God, yes, fuck me hard! She wanted to scream.
Gripping her ass cheeks tightly, Vance lifted her up, but keeping his cock still buried deep, and flipped her onto her back. Once there, he grabbed her legs and pushed them back, spreading her wide. Her knees touched the mattress and she had to take in a few ragged breaths as he began to slide his cock out, and then back in.
In this position, she was completely stretched open and exposed. She could feel every glorious inch of him thrusting in and out of her. At first, his rhythm was leisurely and controlled. However, that didn’t last long.
Soon, he was plunging into her. Flesh slapped against flesh. Their pants mingled together with each thrust. Sangria whimpered as he rammed into her pussy again and again. She could feel him deep inside, as if pushing at her very soul.
Tears welled in her eyes, as her climax quivered on release. She couldn’t take much more. Every nerve ending in her body was firing. She felt like she was ablaze.
Reaching down, she brushed her fingers over the hood of her slit, pushing it back to find her inflamed nub. All her muscles flinched and bunched as she stroked her clit. That was all it took to send her spiraling over into bliss.
Crying out, as starbursts exploded in her eyes, Sangria came hard. She tried to push her legs back, but Vance held her still, held her open as he continued to thrust his cock into her contracting pussy.
She thrashed about on the mattress as delicious wave after wave of pleasure surged over her. She nearly lost her breath with the power of it. Crying out again, she ran her hands over his chest, raking her nails over his skin. She couldn’t do anything else but hang on as her orgasm took her under into the rapturous deep.
Groaning loudly, Vance finally released her legs and fell forward, wrapping his hands around her head, digging his fingers into her hair. With one final deep thrust, he came in a rush of heat and violence.
Sangria wrapped her arms around him and held him as he came, enjoying the way her hands slid over his slick, sweaty skin.
“Oh fuck!” he moaned as he emptied himself utterly.
They laid there for what seemed like an eternity, pressed together, sweat mingling, juices flowing. Finally, Sangria began to stir, testing her limbs for the strength to move. Everything felt like rubber. Soft, hot, pliant rubber, but rubber all the same.
Vance’s body began to twitch on top of her. She was alarmed at first, until she realized that he was laughing.
“Holy fuck, woman, I think you just about killed me.”
Sangria swelled with pride. She never almost killed someone with sex before. A knife possibly, her Hummer most certainly, but never had that pleasure with her body.
“Maybe you should think of getting into the sex trade. You’d make a million.”
She brushed her hand over his sweaty brow, pushing his hair to the side. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He pushed up onto his elbows and smiled down at her. “It was meant as one.”
As she gazed up at his perfectly sculpted and flushed face, she could almost forget that they were a few hours away from officially being on the run. That she had fifty thousand dollars of the First Lady’s money for a job she didn’t finish, and that she’d just fucked the woman’s prized stud in a rundown hovel. Other than all that, Sangria felt damn good.
“You look pleased with yourself,” Vance commented, his brow arching playfully.
“Yup. I am.” She traced her finger over his full sensuous mouth. His lips were designed specifically for kissing. And she wished she could stay attached to them forever or at least for another few hours.
But she couldn’t. Their union was to be brief.
She dropped her hand and turned her gaze from his face. She started to wiggle underneath him so he would move.
He didn’t. Instead, he cupped her cheek and turned her face back to look at him. “What happened there? Everything was spectacular.”
“Yes, it was. But now, now it’s back to reality.”
“Screw reality. Let’s flow with this for a while.”
She frowned at him. “We’ve had our while. Now, it’s time to make plans to get the fuck out of here.”
Vance leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her pouty lips. “You’re so quick to get out of here, that you can’t enjoy it. We only have this moment once, Sangria.”
She paused and stared into his sparking blue eyes. He was right. She’d always been quick to decide, in a rush to move on. Not once had she’d enjoyed a moment just for the sake of satisfaction. And she might not get another chance for a long time.
Nodding, she smiled. “You’re right.”
He tapped her on the nose with his finger. “Of course I’m right.”
Laughing, she snapped at his finger with her teeth. But she didn’t get a chance as he rolled over onto his back pulling her with him. Once settled, he nuzzled her into the crook of his arm and sighed.
“Ah, this is the life. Lying on a lumpy mattress, in a rambling old shed with a gorgeous woman still soft and pliant from some fan-fucking-tastic sex.” He closed his eyes and sighed again. “It can’t get any better than this.”
Chuckling, Sangria felt her eyes begin to droop. She yawned and snuggled into his body, finding his presence rather comforting and safe. She closed her eyes and drifted. The last thought to cross her mind was one of Vance. He’d make for an interesting traveling partner.
