Surpassing Pleasures

by Anny Cook

  “Just you, Seb. However, whenever, wherever I can have you.”

  “You’re sure about that? Absolutely positive?” he asked as he grasped her wrists and pulled her hands behind her back.

  She nipped his lower lip before tilting her head back so that she could look him straight in the eyes. Her pussy clenched and her belly tightened at the heat she saw there. “Positive. Whatever you want.”

  He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled sharply. Then he stepped back from her. “Get on the bed on your knees. Close your eyes and keep them closed. I’ll be right there in just a minute.”

  Zip knelt on the bed with her eyes closed, listening intently as Seb moved around the room. The low buzz of noise from the television blocked most of the sounds so that she really had no clue what he was doing. She heard a faint jingle and the hiss of a zipper but couldn’t put enough pieces together to decide what he was up to.

  Then she felt him moving around the bed, positioning the pillows in front of her, near her belly.

  “Okay. Lie down so that the pillows are under your belly.”

  Silently, she obeyed, positioning herself as he requested.

  “Turn your head to the side and place your hands behind your back.”

  Uneasily, she followed his directions. Then she felt the smooth touch of steel as he fastened his handcuffs around her wrists. Deftly, he nudged her knees farther apart.

  “I know that this is an awkward position but are you uncomfortable?” he inquired.

  “No.”

  “Okay. Relax. Keep your eyes closed. I want you to feel.”

  Zip was feeling all right. With her legs spread, she could feel his eyes staring at her pussy. Feeling helpless and restrained made her hot. Her pussy clenched as more fluid trickled out, dampening the swollen folds on display for his pleasure. Then she felt his tongue slither from her clit to her anus in one long slow lick. Her body tightened at the sensations bombarding her.

  Seb blew out a tiny puff of air. Chills ran up Zip’s spine.

  He poured a small puddle of lotion in his palm from the tiny lotion bottle in the bathroom. When it was warmed a bit, he smoothed it over her back from her shoulders to the soft generous curves of her ass, taking particular care to rub his thumbs very slowly down the dark crease separating her cheeks. She flinched when his thumbs brushed across her tight rosette.

  “Problem?”

  After a moment, she sighed. “No. I just wasn’t expecting you to touch me there.”

  “Then perhaps you really aren’t prepared for my idea of anything,” he pointed out gently. The silence stretched until he thought she would refuse and though he would be disappointed, it certainly would never be a deal-breaker for him. There were some things he was prepared to fight for but anal play wasn’t one of them.

  Zip concentrated on the sensations as he touched her. Why was she so shocked, she wondered? It wasn’t as though she’d never heard of the idea. When she reached early adulthood, her parents had made sure that her sex education was thorough and extensive—just as they had with all their children. They strongly believed that ignorance was irresponsible and dangerous. So why was she so resistant? Then it occurred to her that her resistance wasn’t aimed at Seb’s plans but was due to her own fears about losing control. This was Seb. If she couldn’t trust him now, then she would never trust him.

  Under Seb’s soothing hands, her entire body seemed to slacken. Only then did he realize how tense she’d been. It was as though somebody had released all the air from a balloon. “Zipporah?”

  “Yes?”

  “What is going on, honey?”

  “Either I trust you. Or I don’t. But I can’t have it both ways.”

  He dribbled a little of the lotion in his palm and dipped his finger in the small pool. “So that’s a yes?”

  “Do whatever you want, Seb.”

  “I’m not into pain, Zipporah. If you don’t enjoy it, then I don’t either. I’m all about mutual pleasure. And I understand the word stop.”

  Zip chuckled into the coverlet. “I know that. Onward, Seb. Let’s see how this works. I’m still not convinced that you’re gonna fit in my pussy, let alone my ass.”

  “Ahhh. A challenge. I do love a good challenge, sweetheart.”

  “Uh-huh.” Zip jiggled her butt enticingly.

  Unable to resist, Seb smacked her twice, once on each cheek. “You turn the most amazing shade of rose.”

  “Oh!” she gasped. “Do that again!”

  “Oooh, you like spanking, huh?” Perfectly willing to provide her with whatever she desired, he smacked each side again.

  Heat seared her, sizzling from her tingling ass to her pulsing clit. It was a most amazing sensation. Zip tried to press her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure and found her way blocked by Seb’s legs.

  He tapped her butt. “Uh-uh. If you need relief, I’ll provide it. All you have to do is ask.” Abruptly, he changed his mind about the handcuffs. After unlocking them and helping her put her arms down next to her body, he scooped his finger in the lotion and rubbed it all around her rosette until he felt the muscles relax. Then he pressed inward as he whispered, “Push out.”

  Immediately, she obeyed, hissing when his finger sank in to the first knuckle. “Your finger is huge!”

  “My hands are the same size they were yesterday.”

  “Yesterday your finger wasn’t in my ass.”

  Seb grinned at her tart rejoinder. “Well, let’s see if my other finger is too big for your pussy.” He turned his hand sideways and slowly slid his middle finger inside her slick sheath.

  “Seb!” Not quite sure which way to move, she finally hiked her ass up, presenting herself for his pleasure—and hers. Working carefully, he slid his fingers deeper until he could go no farther. She groaned and pushed against his fingers, grinding her clit on the pillows in frustration. “More,” she whimpered.

  Seb stretched out over her, pressing his chest on her back, and growled in her ear, “Are you ready for my cock in your pussy?”

  “Yes!” She could feel his hard hot length cradled in her slick swollen folds. “Now!”

  “Don’t be so impatient, honey. We’ll get there.” He sat up so that his butt was resting on his heels, slid his fingers free from her body and swiftly slipped on a condom. Placing the fat head at her entrance, he pressed forward, rocking his hips until the head slid inside. Then he halted, letting her decide when she was ready. She was so tight Seb wondered if she was going to nip the tip of his cock right off. He dribbled a bit of the lotion on her anus, lined his finger up and pressed inside.

  The effect on Zip was electric. She rocked back, bearing down as she pursued Seb’s thick cock. With a final push, his cock was seated inside to the hilt, the crinkled skin of his balls rubbing against her clit.

  Seb felt as though he’d been caught in a vacuum cleaner, sucked up and squeezed in magic rippling fingers. With the grip she had on him, he wasn’t sure he would be able to slide back out. Cautiously, he pulled away, sliding from her pussy with all the majesty of an ocean liner.

  “No! Don’t take it out!” Zip yelled. “Put it back in!”

  “In a minute.” He halted with just the tip inside. “This is the way it works, you know. Out, in, out, in…”

  “But I like it in!”

  “Well, yeah. But don’t you like the motion? I like the way it feels sliding in and out,” he explained.

  She snorted under her breath. “You guys spend all your waking thoughts trying to get your cocks in someone’s pussy. Then you want to take it right back out. That doesn’t even make sense. Only a man would come up with a plan like that.” Slyly, she tightened internal muscles, nipping at the broad mushroom head. “Put it back in.”

  “Bossy.” He thrust his hips forward, sliding through tight, slick flesh.

  “Ahhhh.” Zip ground her ass against his belly. “Is your finger all the way in?”

  Seb wiggled his finger, rubbing his cock through the thin tiss
ue separating her two passages. “Feel that?”

  “Yeah. Isn’t there any more?”

  His finger brushed the hard shape of his cock. “No. That’s it.” He slid his cock back out and in a couple of strokes. “Better?”

  “Harder. Faster,” she gasped. “Now that I know how wonderful it feels to have your cock inside me, I may never let you take it out.”

  With his free hand, he smacked the smooth curve of her ass. “Good little girls aren’t greedy.”

  “Good little girls don’t have any fun.”

  Seb felt the growing tension in her pussy. He slid his fingers around to her belly, down between her legs so he could pluck at her clit.

  She screamed into the bedding as her body gathered in the tremendous throes of an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. Her entire body shuddered and twitched, shocking her with the power of her release.

  Seb struggled to hold back but the rhythmic convulsions tugging at his cock were more than he could bear. Lava-hot seed spurted out in waves as his cock jerked in her grasp. Slowly, he bent over her back, fighting for breath as the last bit of semen shot out. He gently freed his finger, wrapped his arms around her waist and turned them onto their sides, still joined, still throbbing inside.

  “I think I died,” she whispered.

  “That’s why they call it the little death.”

  “Do you suppose Quill and Tate heard me scream?” she asked uneasily.

  “We’ll know tomorrow if Quill punches me out over breakfast.”

  She turned her head so she could see his face. “He wouldn’t.”

  “Oh yeah, he would. If he thought I’d hurt you, he’d pound me into the floor and stomp me flat. That’s what big brothers do.”

  “Quill’s too civilized. Cage might do something like that but not Quill.” She sighed and snuggled contentedly in his arms.

  Deep in his chest, Seb’s laughter rumbled, shaking them. “Honey, you don’t know your brother very well. Let us hope you never see him when he’s upset.” With a deep breath, he reluctantly separated their bodies and rolled away, sitting up on the side of the bed. “Quill takes his responsibilities as the oldest son very, very seriously. Don’t ever forget that.”

  She rolled so that she faced him and brushed her hand down his damp back. “Where are you going?”

  “Bathroom. Necessary as condoms are, they’re a pain in the ass to deal with afterward. Also, very unsexy.”

  Zipporah grinned. “I think it’s very sexy because it shows you care. You’re a man who is willing to take measures to protect us both. That’s incredibly sexy to me.”

  He bent to kiss her, taking his time. It occurred to him that he really hadn’t spent much time on foreplay and in retrospect that wasn’t very fair to Zip. “I’ll be right back. We skipped over a few parts the first time around.”

  “Okay. Hurry.”

  * * * * *

  A heavy fist pounding on the door jarred Seb awake. He stumbled from the bed in the dark room, blearily noting Zip’s absence. When he passed the closed bathroom door and heard the low hiss of the shower, some of the tension in his chest dissipated. He peeked through the peephole and found himself eyeball to eyeball with Quill.

  “Just a minute!”

  “Geez, Seb! How late were you gonna sleep?” Quill grumbled. “I’m hungry!”

  Seb yanked on his jeans, zipped and buttoned them and returned to fling open the door. “You were hungry when you were born. I’ve never known a time when you didn’t want something to eat.”

  “Well at least I get up before noon!”

  “So do I. I’m just not awake until then.” Seb went to his bag and plucked out a clean shirt to put on. “I don’t suppose you brought coffee.”

  “You suppose correctly. As soon as Zip gets out of the bathroom, we’ll go upstairs and see what they have for breakfast.” Quill’s eyes swept the dim room, absently noting the box of condoms on the nightstand.

  His eyes met Seb’s in silent query. With a steady look, Seb’s answer was clear and firm. Zip wasn’t a one-night stand. Seb had long-range plans for their lives together. With an accepting nod, Quill turned back to the door. “We’ll meet you upstairs in the lobby. If you don’t give my sister a nudge, we’ll drink all the coffee before you get there.” The door snapped shut behind him.

  In the silence, Seb contemplated the short encounter. Message sent. Message received. And he was quite sure that Quill had deliberately chosen to arrive while Zip was in the shower. With a deep breath, Seb flipped the switch for the desk lamp, located the remote for the television and turned on the local weather while he found clean socks in his bag. He was thankful that he’d dragged his butt into the shower before sleeping the night before. After listening to the weather, he was twice as grateful. The sleet and freezing rain had changed to snow.

  He stomped on his shoes and quickly tied them before rapping on the bathroom door. “Hurry up, woman! Your brothers are waiting for us!”

  The shower stopped. “What?”

  “Your brothers are waiting for us. They want breakfast!” Seb heard muttering and odd thumps. Then she flung open the door.

  “They’re always hungry. Tell them we’ll be ready in ten minutes.” She looked down at her bare feet. “May I keep the socks you loaned me last night? I’ll replace them when we get home.”

  He contemplated her bare feet with the bright red polish on her toenails. “They are yours. I have plenty of socks so don’t worry about it. Now get dressed.”

  She surprised him when she reached out to cup his crotch. “Are you commando?” she demanded huskily.

  “You could always find out for yourself.”

  “If I do, we’ll be late for breakfast. Very, very late,” she added as she gently squeezed the rapidly expanding ridge in his jeans.

  “Oh well. In that case, you’ll just have to wonder.” Reluctantly, he backed away, leaving room for her to exit the bathroom. “Get dressed while I shave.” He went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. When he got a good look at the steamed mirror, he wondered how he was supposed to shave without ending up with dozens of nicks. He located the switch for the exhaust fan and flipped it on, hoping the mirror would clear a bit while he brushed his teeth. Women.

  When he finally opened the door, Zip was waiting on the end of the bed, clicking through the channels on the TV, pausing when something caught her eye. “The weather’s worse. The economy isn’t good. And world peace is unlikely in the foreseeable future.”

  “News summary?”

  “Yep. Same old, same old.”

  He tucked his Dopp kit in his bag, tossed the box of condoms on top and zipped it shut. “Are you ready?”

  “Oh yeah. I need coffee.” She bounced to her feet and headed for the door.

  “You need creamer with a dash of coffee. And a pair of shoes. But in the meantime, you should put on my socks.”

  Blankly, she looked down at her feet. “Knew I was forgetting something,” she muttered as she stomped back to the bed and unearthed the socks from the bedding spilled on the floor.

  As Seb watched her yank on the socks, he realized that he very seldom saw her wearing shoes unless she was in public. He had a notion that he was going to spend a great deal of their future lives keeping track of her socks and shoes. There were worse things to worry about though. If all he had to do was keep her shod, then he could deal with that.

  * * * * *

  When they finally bounced down the potholed driveway to Zipporah’s cabin, Seb breathed a long sigh of relief. The back roads—hazardous under the best conditions—were positively lethal when covered with snow and ice. As far as he was concerned, Carmine Giannola’s thugs could follow him with his best wishes. They were city boys, most likely to end up in a ditch, fender deep in the snow where they would freeze to death because they were unprepared for winter weather. It would serve them right.

  The drive that should have taken less than an hour had stretched out to nearly three hours with th
irty minutes lost while they hauled the SUV out of a ditch themselves and then helped a young couple with a squalling baby haul their sorry excuse for a car out of another ditch.

  When Quill rolled to a stop in front of the cabin, there was a long silence. Then Tate drawled, “Well, we made it.”

  “That we did.” Seb held his hand out in front of Zip. “Hand over the keys. I’ll go unlock the door and then come back for you.”

  She bit her lips to hide the smile that wanted to escape. “You’re going to carry me over the threshold?”

  “Yeah, I am. Keys?”

  She slapped her keys onto his palm. “This should be interesting.”

  “I’ll say,” Tate muttered. “I have to get a picture of this.” He hauled out his cell phone and waved it at his sister. “I’ll record it for posterity.”

  “Twit. Your time will come, Tate Jericho. I want to be front row and center to see some woman make you act like a complete fool!”

  Seb chuckled and hopped out. He picked his way up the snow-covered stairs and across the porch. When he had the door unlocked, he reached inside, found her heavy outdoor broom and brushed the snow off the porch and stairs before setting the broom next to the door. Then he stalked down the stairs to Zip’s side of the truck and opened the door.

  “Okay. Ready?”

  “As I’ll ever be,” she replied tartly.

  “Turn on the seat and face me,” he instructed softly. When she was in position, he ducked, set his shoulder against her belly and backed away with her slung over his shoulder.

  “Seb, you rat!”

  Tate was clicking away—mostly taking pictures of her butt—and she silently threatened him, Your day will come, Tate!

  Oh but it will be worth it! Tate slipped his phone back in his pocket and opened the door, stepping down in the trampled snow. He hauled Seb’s bag and Zip’s backpack from the backseat and carried them to the porch where he dumped them. “We’ll get going, Seb. The sky is looking like it’s about time for a second round of snow.”

  “Go on, Tate. Call when y’all get home.” When Zip tried to wiggle free, Seb smacked her butt. “Stay put.”

  Tate snickered and trotted back to the SUV.