Covet the Curves: a Romance Collections Anthology

by Morgan, Nicole

  If I didn’t break her in the process, I’d be there when she was ready to take over the world.

  But, I had to hurt her, just like her fucktard of a fiancé did. It was the only way.

  I said the words that were bound to make her forget about being with me.

  “I won’t be your rebound.”

  Now, who was the douchebag.

  Me. That’s who.

  Chapter Eight

  Come, for Me

  My plan worked too well.

  Angel was pissed at me once again.

  Fine. I needed a minute to get my shit together.

  I was falling in love with Angelina Cruz. A woman so out of my league, she didn’t even know there was a league.

  When we all got up to my apartment I told Hawk to fuck her. It’s what she needed.

  I excused myself and went into my office. There on the security monitors they were already taking her back to that place of bliss they’d found in the limo.

  They still knew better than to make her come without my say so.

  I hit record. If Angel wanted a revenge sex tape, I’d make a fucking art piece out of her. Sparky had no idea what he was missing.

  My own reflection stared back at me in the light of the monitors.

  “Get your shit together, man.”

  I watched and listened. They talked about Angel’s real motivations and I was rapt with what she’d say about me.

  “Don’t lie to me,” Hawk said.

  Like she even knew how.

  “I’m not. This is definitely revenge, but not on Gray. He isn’t even my boyfriend.”

  No. I wasn’t. I was no mere boy and she and I were no longer friends.

  I didn’t know what we were.

  “What is he then?” Hawk’s eyebrows lowered, ready to furrow if he found the wrong answer.

  She shook her head.

  How the fuck should she know? This whole night, we’d been something more than our regular relationship ever even hinted at.

  “Believe me when I say I don’t know right now.”

  The answer mostly satisfied them. They were decent guys, even if they were dirty fuckers. Completely different than most of the guys I knew in the lifestyle. Like Bennett.

  Hawk and Ian began undressing her and I headed back to the living room. She could be mad at me all she wanted, but she was still mine. I’d gotten my control back in the couple of minutes away.

  They could fuck her. But, her orgasm was mine.

  Ian was balls deep inside of her when I got back to them. I pretended like hell that didn’t matter to me.

  “That’s right, doll. Jesus, you’re a beautiful fuck.”

  He was right. She’d be even more gorgeous when I finally let her come.

  “Shit, her pussy is gripping me like a fat fist.” Ian groaned and pulled out of her. Hawk’s fingers pressed tight against her clit, but stopped moving.

  She thrust my hips forward, searching for more of the pleasure. “No, don’t stop. Please. I need to come.”

  “I know,” Ian said.

  Hawk flicked my skin in whisper-light strokes that were nowhere near enough to do anything besides drive her crazy. “But you don’t get to come. Remember, naughty girl?”

  “Ever?”

  “Not until I say,” I said.

  “Please,” She whispered.

  Her words rushed through my body like the aphrodisiac they were, making my cock harder than it had been all night.

  Their three bodies stilled, waiting for my command. “Not yet. You’re not ready.”

  Hawk smiled at that. He was as sadistic as I was. They fucked her, with their cocks and fingers, bringing her to the edge and back again.

  I gripped the edge of the marble counter top so hard my knuckles were white.

  I wanted to shout for them to make her come.

  Not yet.

  “Please, Hawk, please.”

  She hadn’t begged me, asked for my permission. She’d learn that third lesson soon enough.

  “That’s it. Good girl. Such a hot mouth. You’re getting me all kinds of hard. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  She pulled her mouth away from his fingers. “Then fuck me.”

  “You don’t know what you’re asking. My pleasures run darker than Ian’s. I want your ass, doll.” He pressed against me, pushing his hard cock against the back of my thighs.

  My mind swirled with visions of fucking Angel’s tight ass for myself. I doubted if any one had ever taken her there before.

  The forbidden and taboo idea almost pushed me into orgasm. I shuddered and sucked in a shattered breath.

  “Ian?”

  “Yeah, babe?” His voice was shaky and his eyes closed. He was holding back from coming too. I wondered if that was part of their game.

  No more games.

  “I want Hawk’s dick in me, too. I want both of you. Can we do that?”

  Jesus Christ, superstar. My Angel was going to get everything she needed and more tonight.

  Fuck me, she was hot.

  “Fuck, yeah, we can. I wasn’t sure we’d get to tonight. Are you sure? You know what you’re asking?”

  She was asking for a sexual experience to obliterate every lacking, orgasmless, missionary, vanilla thing she’d ever done in her life. “Yes, I want this, I need it.”

  Hawk searched her for consent too. “You’re sure this is what you want? We don’t have to. I get almost as much out of controlling the scene as I do fucking you.”

  Welcome to my world, love.

  “Yes. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

  She had? How long?

  Why didn’t I know this?

  Hawk nodded and rubbed his thumb over her mouth. “Good.”

  He glanced over to me, asking one last time to give her what she needed. I nodded. It was high time everyone got to fucking come.

  “Then your punishment is over. I think it’s time we heard you scream.”

  They positioned Angelina so she was straddling Ian and bent her forward so Hawk could fuck her ass from behind.

  They might be the lucky bastards inside of her, but each of their movements were mine. I imagined it was my cock bringing her pleasure. My cock positioned at the tight ring of her ass.

  From her new perspective she could see past Ian and into the kitchen where I stood, leaning against the wall.

  I couldn’t look away. I had to watch, torturing both of us. I’d seen more of her tonight than ever. Not just her body, but her desires, her vulnerability, her pleasure.

  She whispered his name. The moment the sound left her lips, I pushed against the wall and stood, filling the doorway, the room with his presence.

  They fucked her with their fingers, getting her ready. God, how I wanted to give her the first real taste of this illicit act.

  Every cell in my body was aware of her, on high alert. My muscles were tensed, My breathing rapid, like I was ready for a fight.

  Our eyes locked. She mouthed her need for me. Me. “Fuck me.”

  Shit. How I wanted to. But, I shook my head.

  More than ever before we both knew she needed more time to explore her own sexuality.

  If I wouldn’t fuck me, I’d have to watch while someone else did. While I imagined I was inside of her.

  “Are you ready, doll?”

  She stared right at me, taunting me with her body and her words. “I’m more than ready. Take me.”

  She never once took my eyes off of my face. From behind my back, I raised her phone, filming everything for her. For me.

  This was the dirtiest, filthiest thing she’d ever done, and she loved every second of it. If that was true, maybe, I could take her even darker places. Just her and me.

  Hawk slid into her ass and with a slow rhythm, being gentle, he began to fuck her ass. It took a minute for Ian to catch up, but soon his cock matched the in and out pace, sliding in and out of her body.

  She wasn’t even aware of the soft keen of pleasure coming out
of her mouth. The camera faltered my hands, so set the camera on the counter, propped against a bottle of water and still aimed at her.

  I’d done this a hundred times, thinking of her. Now, I’d let her see exactly how fucking much I wanted her, needed her.

  I unbuckled my pants and let them hang open. I never wore underwear, preferring commando. My pants didn’t have to drop far before my cock poked out the top. I gripped it in one hand and stroked down to the base.

  Angel watched me touch myself and sucked in a hiss of breath when I played with the shiny mental balls of the piercings. Yes, that’s right baby, a little pain, a whole lot of pleasure.

  My imagination ran wild and crazy at the thought of feeling my metal inside of her, pumping like Ian and Hawk.

  “Fuck, honey, that’s right. Come for me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Hawk chanted and increased his pace. Ian had become completely incoherent, a long broken moan coming from deep in his chest.

  “Come for me. Let me hear you scream. Come on, I’m fucking close. Fuck. I’m going to fill your ass.” Hawk thrust hard, Ian pumped into her and she reached my arm out for me.

  My hand sped over my cock. My mouth moved, forming words even I couldn’t hear, but she didn’t need to. She knew exactly what I was saying. “Come for me, Angel. Come now.”

  She screamed. My name on her lips., My whole body, my whole world collapsed and the stars I’d been seeing with each of the guy’s thrusts into her exploded into a giant super nova.

  “Angel.”

  Chapter Nine

  Mine

  Hawk lifted Angel under the legs and behind her back.

  “You got a bed and a bathroom in this place, man?” Hawk walked toward Me.

  “Right down the hall, on the left.”

  I leaned against the wall, trying my best to look like I’d been watching a game of checkers instead of jerking off to Angel’s foray into the wild side.

  Why did I have the feeling she could see right through me?

  I gave them a minute and Ian, who was still laying on the couch, said something.

  “Sorry. What?”

  He uncovered the arm over his face.

  “You don’t know what you’re missing, dude.”

  “I do.”

  “Then what the hell are you standing here for? Go fucking take her, before Hawk tries to steal her away.”

  Shit.

  I walked back toward the bedroom and overheard exactly what Ian had warned me of.

  “I don’t suppose I could steal you away from your boy—” he paused, obviously remembering Angel’s reprimand from earlier about what we were to each other, “from Gray?”

  Time for them to get the fuck out.

  “Thank you for tucking her in. I can take it from here.” I’d pulled myself back together, so Hawk couldn’t tell how the way he’d fucked my girl had affected me.

  Angel kissed Hawk softly on the lips and whispered, “I’m not his to steal from, but still.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

  I cleared my throat and crossed the room. “I’ve got a car waiting downstairs for you.”

  “Well, that’s my wham bam thank you ma’am cue to get out of here, doll. I’ll leave my card on the kitchen counter. Call me if you want to do this again… or if you don’t and just want to get away from your Neanderthal.”

  He returned her kiss, sneaking his tongue across her lips. She smiled, but didn’t let him in.

  That’s my girl.

  I expected she’d want to talk about what had happened here tonight or at least yell at me for being such a complete bonehead.

  Instead she fell asleep.

  I made sure the guys left and then I slowly shed my clothes. I folded hers and laid them on the chair for her to find in the morning. All except her frilly little panties.

  Those were mine now.

  I hid them away in the drawer of the nightstand, imagining wrapping them around my cock later. Coming in them.

  I was painfully hard again just having her naked body next to me.

  My days in Delta had taught me to be a light sleeper and years of protecting her, I knew she was a deep one.

  I could indulge, hold her naked body close to mine for a few hours and she’d never need to know because I’d be up long before she was.

  It was a shitty way to have a relationship. But, at the moment, we didn’t even have that. We didn’t know what we were to each other.

  For a little while, I could pretend she was mine.

  It would take time for her to throw off all of the old fears and negative core beliefs that had been ground into her, but having crazy-ass ménage sex, on film, was a damn good way to start.

  The next morning, she found me in the kitchen making breakfast. She sat down at the counter and watched me. She hadn’t made a sound, but I knew she was there and slid a cup of sweet and creamy coffee in front of her.

  “We should—” She began the morning after speech about having to talk about it, but I cut her off by a spatula held up like a stop sign.

  “We’ll talk. But after you eat.” I pulled two plates out of the oven and plopped eggs onto them, followed by chicharonnes. One plate I set in front of her and the other at the seat next to her.

  Her stomach growled and for once, she didn’t say no to food. We tucked in and she snuck glances at me, waiting for the right moment.

  “Gray—” she started again, only to be cut off by my finger on her lips.

  “Angel, look. You were amazing last night. It killed me, but you were so damn perfect in your exploration. I hope you got what you were looking for.”

  “I think I did.”

  “Good. You should continue to explore what you want from life, from men.”

  “I’ve been thinking a lot about that. About you.”

  “I know. But when you come to me, I want you to be you. The real you. Not the Stepford Barbie rich bitch, but the smart, savvy, sexual woman you were meant to be.”

  “I’m not any of those things.”

  “You’ve never given yourself a chance to be.”

  I was challenging us both.

  “I am changing, discovering what I want and what I don’t. But I already know I want you in my life.”

  In her bed. She left that part unsaid. I knew.

  We both knew I would be there someday.

  I reached for her face, but withdrew my hand. Had I fucked this up too badly to be more than a man she fucked? “I can’t be what you want.”

  She gone so far to letting me see the real her. Yet, here I was hiding from her. I’d made a lot of excuses last night why we couldn’t be together. I had even more this morning.

  She took my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist. It was such an intimate gesture and it took my breath away.

  “Maybe not yet, and maybe we need some time to figure out the next step. We don’t have to be in a hurry.”

  She set down her fork and slipped off the barstool. A few minutes later she reappeared wearing a shirt and sweater of mine.

  That was so fucking sexy.

  We rode down the elevator in silence, but I couldn’t help standing closer to me than usual, touching her in little casual ways. When we walked out and through the lobby, I placed his hand on the small of my back guided her, protecting her.

  In the garage, I took her hand and helped her into a town car. No driver today. I would drive her home this morning. Get her all to myself for a little while longer.

  Chapter Ten

  Only the Good Die Young

  Angel’s phone rang and she it answered on the car’s speaker without even looking to see who was on the other end of the line.

  I’d taught her better than that. This time I wasn’t sad to get to listen in on this conversation.

  “Angie, please, let’s talk about this.”

  Marc. I’d recognize his whiny voice anywhere, anytime.

  “There’s nothing to talk about, Sparky.” He hated when I called him the nickname. It would drive h
im insane to hear it from Angel now.

  That’s what he got for calling her Angie all these years. Angel suited her much better. She’d never been and Angie.

  Rich white guys thought they owned the world, and that included all the women in it. What amazed me about Sparky was that Angel has some serious kink that would make most any man permanently hard at how fucking hot she was.

  She’d implied she wanted to spice up their sex life and he’d been disgusted. Then he’d gone and fucked Mindy in the ass where anyone could have discovered them.

  “If your shit isn’t out of the house by the time I get home in, oh, a half an hour… I’m burning it.”

  Mmm. Cuddling up with her by a warm fire did sound nice.

  “Where were you last night, Angie?”

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but I went out.”

  “All night? With who? I hope you had Grayson with you.”

  “Yes, I had Grayson.”

  But not the way I wanted her to.

  “Ange, come home. Let’s talk.”

  Not a chance. “Fuck you, Marc.”

  “Watch your language.”

  “I don’t think so, asshole. Get out of my fucking house, stop dicking around with my friends, and go fucking fuck yourself.”

  I almost laughed out loud. We’d work on her cursing creativity.

  “What in the hell has gotten into you?” Marc’s whine was getting higher in pitch with each question.

  “Que te folle un pez.” She pushed the button to hang up.

  I heard her clicking on her phone and hoped she was blocking his number.

  “Did I just hear you to tell Marc to get fucked by a fish?”

  The smile that had been missing all morning from her face came back.

  “Something like that,” she laughed.

  A few minutes later my phone rang. Angel scooted forward to the front of the car and had to cover her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing.

  I had the phone held away from my ear so we could both hear that same damn whiny tone Marc used to yell.

  I let it go on for about thirty seconds before I hung up on the bastard “You really sent him a video of last night?”