Newport/Aftport #2: Danea

by Diroll-Nichols, Karen

  Noah felt his cock throbbing against the denim of his jeans. Each time she spoke; each plan she outlined made him just a little harder and hungrier.

  “I’ve been offered a buffet…and I’m supposed to choose,” he teased, his grin frozen in place when she turned and faced him. A few short steps and he had a finely curved woman standing in front of him. He was positive his heart stopped when she stroked her palm over the hard evidence pressing for release from his jeans. She curled her fingers around the fabric and stroked once and once again before releasing him.

  He stared into her eyes as her fingers worked the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. Her hands were warm when she slid them beneath the denim and over the flat of his stomach to his hips, pushing the fabric aside. She helped the fabric over his hips, her nails scraping over his ass and making him grind his teeth. Just from her touch.

  “I’ll take the sofa,” Wade said from the side, finishing undressing and sinking down to watch. His hand circled an already painfully hard cock and stroked heavily from the base to moist tip.

  “Then you get to help me with her…” Noah took her hands and quickly removed his clothes, kicking them aside and grabbing up one of the condoms. He set it on the sofa and backed her onto Wade’s lap, spreading her legs on either side. “Beautiful…fucking beautiful…”

  Wade let his hands fall naturally into place, each one surrounding one breast. His palms scraped over each nipple and he watched them spring back to tight little pebbles before tipping her head to the side and kissing the surprised ‘OH’ of her mouth.

  Noah dropped to his knees, his palms sliding hotly over the soft insides of her thighs until his thumbs brushed the delicate folds already dipped in moisture. He let his thumbs continue their stroking, over the swollen labia and parting them to peer at the cluster of femininity. He felt her jump when he leaned closer, dragging his tongue over the wrinkled folds before using his fingers to swirl in the thick syrup gathering at the small opening.

  Danea wasn’t sure she’d survive. She could feel them touching her. Each one individually, and yet all at once.

  She could feel each stroke of Noah’s thumb over her pussy lips and then it was his tongue. Her senses were being overwhelmed as her tongue fenced with Wade’s. Her entire body wanted to arch up, wanted to grab the fingers arousing her nipples and the other hands toying with her pussy.

  Little whimpers were breaking from inside her. More, she thought, use your fingers just a little higher, just a little more, she wanted to tell him.

  “I think our girl is impatient,” Wade murmured when she pulled her mouth from his and panted softly. His cock throbbed against her lower back, arching and twisting as she wiggled against him.

  Noah flicked his thumb over her clit at the same time he slid one finger through the small opening, swirling and stretching before adding another finger. Her body lurched forward when he stroked moisture from the opening to her clit. He drew elongated circles around her clit without touching the little nub poking out for more contact.

  “I think our girl is wet and sexy and tastes amazing,” Noah whispered loudly, his breath teasing over the spread damp pussy.

  Danea felt her body shiver when his mouth settled over her clit. Little bites, teasing pulls and then his fingers were back. Moving strongly and firmly prodding, stretching and stroking. She thought she’d go crazy wanting more. She only just realized the sensations had been building since they began their onslaught of her senses days ago.

  Wade shifted her slightly to the side, taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock. He thought it was a good idea until she adjusted the three of them a little more and slipped to the sofa. A low growl rumbled from Noah until he found his position again, her upper body twisted so she could sink her mouth over the head of Wade’s cock.

  Danea wanted more. More and still more as she gripped Wade’s cock in one hand and squeezed seconds before tasting him. Her tongue swiped around the inside of her mouth, over the smooth spongy head and around the ridge that made his body shudder in reaction.

  She decided she really liked power.

  Until it was all ripped away from her by a body with a mind of its own. Maybe too many sensations; maybe all the nerve endings simply fell sweetly into place. Muscles abruptly erupted, squeezed and convulsed around Noah’s fingers. She thrust her hips at the same time she pulled her mouth from Wade’s cock, mostly to avoid biting down! She felt the tiniest prickling over her clit and knew Noah had nipped at her and sent her body careening out of control.

  Wade wrapped his arms around her as she gulped in drafts of air, a faint sheen of moisture spread with the heated flush of color through her body. He caressed along her face as she seemed to settle against him finally. He stared enviously at Noah’s face, drenched with her juices.

  “Up, Danea, we’re not even close to being finished with you,” Noah told her roughly, helping her to her knees in front of Wade.

  He didn’t have to tell her anything else.

  Danea climbed shakily to her feet and spread her legs far apart as she lowered her upper body over Wade’s legs. But this time she had a clear, soft glowing view of his cock, sticking straight up and weeping lightly. She flicked her tongue over the firm head, realizing just how hard it was to focus when Noah was still swiping his fingers through a pussy still strumming with pleasure.

  She tried not to think about the building sensations and turned her attention to the solid cock in her hands. She propped herself on her elbows, her mouth down, tongue licking hotly along the length, up to the top, around the crown and sinking her mouth over it at the same time she felt Noah pushing inside her. A low, feeling packed groan rippled along her throat and down over Wade’s cock as she felt him gliding inside, her breath catching as she tried not to clench. He wasn’t even fully inside and she felt filled, stretched; felt his cock touching and stroking and she groaned around Wade’s cock.

  Chapter Eleven

  Noah gripped her hips tightly. He knew it was going to be slow. He’d felt just how tight she was when his fingers were inside, her muscles had almost crushed him when she came for them. He knew he’d be gritting his teeth long before he was buried in her hot center.

  The low moan from her lips sent his hips forward another inch, the throbbing in his cock making him grit his teeth and count. Telling himself to go slow and steady, slow and seductive…up until the point where she tightened her muscles on him and thrust back against him.

  Wade wasn’t sure he could stop himself when she made an effort to sink her mouth over him, her tongue flicked and swirled, tracing lines up, down and around. When she raked her teeth along the pulsing ridge, he almost lost it, his hands going to her head. Tense fingers speared through her hair, fighting with himself on holding her in place or not.

  Each time she moaned, each time Noah thrust a little further into her pussy, her head bobbed and her throat convulsed around him with the sweet sounds of her arousal. She kept her hand wrapped tightly around the base, guiding him, restricting him from thrusting too deeply until Noah pulled her hard back against him.

  Wade was close, too close when he moved one hand from her head to her clit, stroking, strumming and flicking until she gasped and took him fast and shallow.

  Then there was no close. It was over when she careened over the edge again with him following. His shout echoed through the apartment seconds before Noah’s low, rumbling exclamation and quick thrusts told him they were all together.

  Danea felt Noah inside her, moving, thrusting and stroking sensitive places she didn’t know she had at the same time someone’s fingers pressed and flicked at her clit. So many sensations; so much pleasure crashing inside her at once. Things began to cascade over her when she heard her name, low and guttural; thick and rasping with satisfaction. Two different voices; two different tones and men. All meeting in the middle of the circle and heightening things beyond anything she’d ever imagined possible.

  If Noah hadn’t been holding onto her hi
ps, she was positive her knees would buckle and she’d end up a little puddle of girl goo on the floor.

  Her body convulsed and gripped him at the same time she tasted Wade’s essence; thick and musky, it pulsed over her tongue. Then her knees started to fail her.

  A sweet cloud of fog seemed to settle over her, hands guiding her to the pallet of blankets and quilts that had been arranged. The sounds of heavy breathing filtered through the silence of night and slowly, very slowly leveled off as she curled against a pillow.

  “Christ…I think my legs are mush,” Noah murmured when he returned from the bathroom. He pulled a plain pair of boxers up his legs before dropping to the floor and stretching out on the blankets. “Danea?”

  “She was breathing when I laid her out,” Wade said with a chuckle that had her smiling.

  “I am breathing,” she murmured with a little wiggle. “And most of me is still tingling…”

  “It is nice to be appreciated,” Wade chuckled, stretching out on her other side, his palm out and stroking softly down her flank. He listened to the soft, sexy little purr and grinned in the shadows.

  “You’re going to spoil me,” Danea sighed, her back to Wade and her mouth caressed by Noah’s lips, his tongue teasingly probing and still hungry. “I’ve never, ever had such really, really good…wow…”

  “That’s our nefarious plot,” Wade assured her, his fingers tracing slow, teasing strokes down her thighs and along the rounded ass pressed against his cock.

  “She’s deliciously addictive,” Noah whispered hoarsely, kissing his way along her jaw to her throat. “I want to see her come for us…”

  Danea groaned softly as his mouth traveled over her shoulder and to one breast. His tongue wrapped around one aroused, sensitive nipple and tugged, suckling until it pebbled. How could so much passion be possible when all her bones felt they’d melted from their first encounter? But she felt it boiling again, just below the surface, teasing and taunting her, daring her to respond. Challenging her not to respond.

  “I think we have her attention,” Wade chuckled, his fingers drawing lazy strokes along the back of her legs and onto her ass, over and over. He lifted her top leg and draped it over Noah, giving his fingers access to the damp pool between her thighs.

  Danea liked their hands and the sensitivity of her skin amazed her as they continued stroking and caressing; kisses fluttered over her throat and chest; on the little belly and along her thigh. When Wade’s fingers began exploring between her thighs, though, her eyes popped open. She stared into the dark circles seconds before Noah nipped at her lip and urged her into a long, deep kiss.

  Wade knew Noah was distracting her as he swirled his fingers in the swollen, damp grotto between her thighs. When he coated his fingers with her syrup and drew it over the small, puckered star, he felt her body tense but he didn’t stop. He continued to stroke and touch; continued to spread a little more of her heat over the star before he easily slid one finger into the taut opening.

  While her muscles clenched around him, his body reacted when she groaned and began moving against the steady stroke of his finger, his other hand wrapping around her hip and sliding over her pussy. When he stretched out his hand and touched her clit, the moan was low and deeper, her juices flowing hotly from her pussy when he gathered more and added a second finger to stretch her.

  “Sweet and sexy,” Wade murmured, his fingers never stopping their thrusts through her kiss with Noah. “She’s close…damn close…and I think she likes having her ass played with…a lot.”

  Wade listened to the tiny whimpers and felt her hips struggling to decide which way to thrust; which way to move against his fingers.

  “Then bring her off,” Noah ordered gruffly, his mouth nipping its way along her throat to the soft hollow. “I want to watch her explode on your fingers…”

  She was positive their words were as dangerous to her senses as the hands and mouth torturing her body. Pressure was building. The thrusting fingers that had begun as uncomfortable now seemed so natural, so erotic she only wanted more. She gave up trying to focus. There were too many pleasure points in her body demanding release and before she realized it, her voice filled the apartment, their names a repeated cry as it all became too much.

  She felt her mind shut down at the same time the white hot stars burst inside her. She was sure it was her low whimper as things coiled and erupted again, softer this time. The sting on her throat, she knew Noah had bitten down, licking the bite and kissing along her throat until he swallowed the moans that savored the slowly winding down convulsions inside her.

  Wade moved away and she was pulled over him a few seconds later, the touch of a condom covered cock nudging her pussy and gliding easily inside. Her hips moved on their own. Riding him, stroking the hard length as she was pushed to sit upright over him. His hands held her breasts, two fingers each on a nipple, tugging, pinching and sending hot sparks that made her pussy tighten in painful little grips around his cock.

  Noah turned her head gently toward him, nudging her mouth with his cock and groaning when she greedily licked and suckled him.

  Wade moved his hands to her hips, holding and manipulating them as he thrust into her, pressing hotly against her clit and groaning when her pussy tightened at the touch.

  They knew it wouldn’t last long.

  Danea was riding him hard and demanded that touch again; the part of her stroking Wade tightening seconds before she took as much of Noah into her mouth as she could. She sucked hard, her hand wrapped around his cock and sliding down to the base with a firm pressure that told her he was ready to explode.

  Pleasure ripped through her, too strong to resist; her body giving up the final ounce of energy she had inside her. Wade arched his body at the same time she did, pushing his cock in as deeply as he could go. Her contracting pussy tightened around him and milked his throbbing cock hungrily.

  Danea slid her hand beneath Noah’s balls, stroking the sensitive skin between them and his anus while her tongue moved in a frenzy when she heard him shout. She felt his cock pulse and jump in her hand and mouth and not for the first time, realized just what kind of power she had at her fingertips.

  She didn’t know how she managed to stay upright. Every muscle inside her vagina was clenching and purring. Her pussy continued to grip and ripple and coil around Wade’s cock until there was nothing left for either of them. The fading tremors dragged several soft mewls from deep inside her. Somehow she licked the final drop from Noah’s cock before her body melted over Wade, her head against the soft hair on his chest. Her well-satisfied sigh sifted over the cooling body beneath her.

  Wade had no idea if he even had the strength to lift her, but gave it his best and gently laid her on the pallet. His fingers shook a little when he brushed them over her brow. His lips followed his fingers before he rose and disappeared into the bathroom. He blew out the candles when he came back through, found his boxers and pants and putting both on before taking up the opposite side of Danea with a long contented sigh.

  “I had no idea mating would be so incredibly intense,” he said after a long silence. “You marked her.”

  “As did you,” Noah answered, the small mark on Danea’s lower back from Wade making him smile. “I didn’t know the Fae had that capability.”

  “Reading told me it came with the intensity, but I never believed the stories,” Wade admitted, leaning up on one elbow and staring down at the long, bare back of their mate. She lay on her stomach, her hands above her head and breathing soft.

  Noah traced his fingers over the mark he’d left on her shoulder, smiling at the slight moan from Danea.

  “I’ve seen the power in the connection before…unlikely pairings at times that made you shake your head. Do you think her father is going to be a problem?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t like the feelings I got from her mother and the ones Danea is trying to keep from us,” Wade put his head down and rolled to his back, his eyes closed. “I can’t
get a clear feeling from her mother and that is really unusual for me. Almost as though she were deliberately blocking the natural flow of things.”

  Noah lay awake awhile longer, silently agreeing with his new partner. He wasn’t sure if his ego wasn’t bumping just a little more because he was obviously missing clue that a trained officer should be able to find.

  ****

  She woke in the middle of the night and stared. Their bodies were magnificent. Lean, with well-formed but not bulky muscles, they had the firmness of and the sculpted appeal of maturity. Each oozed sex appeal as they lay on the quilt, their long, lean legs stretched out before them, their bare chests on view, their flat stomachs looking like the six packs you see on male models.

  She couldn't stop her eyes from traveling down the length of their bodies where a light blanket rested over each of them. Each other was etched into that female part of her. Each was as different as the man. She lay back down with a long sigh, curling against Noah and backed against Wade. A perfect fit.

  Danea felt like a very pampered cat as she stretched, the back of her brain registering two things. The faint sound of her music playing, signaling it was time to grab a shower and the delicious scent of fresh coffee. So why was there coffee in her apartment if she was still borrowed face down in her pillows?