Owning Sarah [Sequel to Loving Sarah] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Julie Shelton

  He stilled, leaving only the enormous head of his cock still inside her, stretching her tender opening. “Not yet, love.” Muscles bunching and rippling with effort, he lowered his upper body, bracing himself on his forearms at her shoulders so that the hair-roughened skin of his chest abraded her aching nipples. He nuzzled the sensitive skin at the sides of her neck, making her shiver and writhe uncontrollably. He swirled his tongue through the whorls of her ear, licking and sucking the super-sensitive skin, pulling the tender flesh of her lobe into his mouth to bite and lave and suck, all the while maintaining the relentless thrusting of his cock in and out of her blistering cunt.

  She hunched her shoulders, ducking her head, frantically bucking her hips under this assault on her senses. “Please, Adam….” she begged, although for what, she wasn’t sure. “Please….” she gasped, her lungs heaving like a bellows, stoking the blazing inferno of her arousal.

  “We’re in no hurry, sweet pea.” His whisper shredded her concentration, sending shivers racing across her skin as he continued that slow, measured drive in and out of her desperate sheath. “We have all afternoon.” His lips moved leisurely from her ear, across her cheek, to the corner of her mouth. “You are going to come many times before we are through.”

  Oh, God, I’m never going to survive this!

  He claimed her lips in a heated kiss that blistered and bruised as his tongue plundered her honeyed depths, slashing against hers in a duel that was a claiming. A mating. A taking.

  She answered him thrust for thrust, arching her body hard against his, twisting and writhing as their sensuous duel went on and on.

  He jerked his head back, releasing her with a loud gasp. “Christ! Sarah!” He bucked his hips backward, jerking his cock out of her heated grasp.

  She cried out but didn’t have time to protest, as he crawled up her body and presented his engorged, mushroom-shaped cock head to her lips, careful not to put his full weight on her upper chest. It was so hot, it was practically steaming, all slick and shiny with her juices. It smelled musky and sweet, a heady aroma, combining both of their individual scents.

  “Suck it,” he ordered huskily, grabbing it firmly around its root, wet and sticky from her cunt. “Lick me clean. Tell me you want my cock.”

  “Yes, yes, I want your cock. May I please have your cock?” Without hesitation, she opened her lips eagerly and let him push his penis into her waiting mouth.

  A groan perforated his throat as she took him in, allowing her bottom teeth to scrape gently along the sensitive underside of his cock, a move that had his hips bucking uncontrollably as she simultaneously sucked and licked. Gently prying his fingers up one by one, she replaced them with her own fist.

  Her free hand reached up and cupped the hairy, wrinkled sac that held his balls. He groaned again. His balls were tight, heavy, loaded with cum intended just for her. Gently, she bounced them against her jiggling fingers, eliciting a groan that morphed into a growl.

  Abruptly, he pulled out of her mouth, backing down her body, sucking air deep into his lungs in huge ragged gulps. “Not yet, sweet pea. Not yet. You first. Many, many times. Then both of us together.”

  He scooted backward down the bed until his head was between her parted thighs and he was blowing his hot breath against the quivering flesh of her desperate sex. Spreading her channel wide with his thumbs, he pressed his lips against the swollen little bundle of sizzling nerve endings that was her clit.

  She let out a yelp and her hips jerked up off the bed.

  Adam smiled against her heated flesh. Lowering himself to his elbows, he curved his hands over the tops of her thighs, spreading her, anchoring her as he parted her to the heated stab of his gaze. And the barbaric whip of his tongue as he began to lick and swirl and lash across the agonizing sensitivity of her slippery flesh.

  Every touch was ecstasy, every stroke was agony, every lick was an assault on her senses, grating against her quivering nerve endings, sending exquisite spikes of pleasure lancing through her. She fisted the comforter convulsively, jerking her head back and forth on the pillow, sobbing and moaning in mindless ecstasy as incoherent cries tore from her throat.

  She hurtled upward, trembling precariously right on the edge of coming, when he drew back, stopping her orgasm in its tracks, leaving her a writhing mass of unfulfilled needs and hungers. Needs and hungers beyond her wildest imagination.

  “Oh, God! Oh, God, Adam! Don’t leave me like this! Adam!”

  “I have no intention of leaving you, sweet pea.”

  “Let me come!” she begged. “I need to come!”

  He pressed his lips against her quivering clit, a light touch. Just enough to keep her tingling all over as electrical shocks raced across her skin. Not enough to topple her over the edge into orgasm.

  “And come you shall,” he said, his lips against her swollen, aching flesh. “But not yet. You’re so sweet, angel. I could eat you all day.” And he proceeded to renew his efforts, letting the tip of his tongue make lazy figure eights across the slick folds of her vulva, stroking her slit, her entrance, her labia—tormenting her, touching everywhere except where she needed it most. Everywhere except that tortured pearl at the apex of her slit.

  Oh, to be sure, he touched it. Light, agonizing, fleeting touches guaranteed to tease, to vex, to torment her with his refusal to allow her to climax. Surging, Withdrawing. Advancing. Retreating. Always promising fulfillment. Never delivering.

  Until she was a writhing desperate mass of frustration and unrealized need. Her nerves were spitting fire. Her insides were melting, spilling out of her, coating his wicked tongue as he drove her mad with pleasure.

  “God, Adam!” she screamed, moaning and squirming under his demonic touch. She felt painfully swollen. Every muscle in her body was painfully tight, painfully hard. “Adam!”

  “Not yet, sweet pea.”

  Oh, God! She had never known such desperation. Such depth of diabolical pleasure. She was consumed with the need to come. Sweat was dripping from her, running in rivulets down between her breasts, across the taut skin of her belly.

  “Please,” she begged, almost incoherently. “Oh, God, please, please….”

  He lifted his head, blowing on her aching, shivering clit. Again, a faint touch, designed to tease, not nearly firm enough to finally allow her to soar into the climax waiting just beyond her reach. Just soft enough, just diabolical enough to keep her suspended in the aching, shuddering no-man’s land of unfulfilled bliss.

  “Pleasepleaseplease….”

  “Not yet.”

  She sobbed with frustrated rage. She alternately pushed her hips into the mattress and raised them against his plundering mouth, desperately seeking the release so long denied her. There was a tight, hard knot of aching desire centered in her abdomen. Every touch of his tongue was so incredibly arousing, sending waves of tension through her release-hungry flesh. Every inch of her body was wracked with lust, shaking with desire, shuddering with the need to come.

  He brought her to the edge again then backed off, lifting his head to kiss her smooth, bare mound, kissing and licking his way up her quivering belly. Palming one breast, he flicked his thumb across her tortured nipple.

  She moaned. “Oh, God, Adam, that feels so wonderful.” Her climax retreated slightly, but she could still feel it, crouching inside her, tormenting her with its presence.

  He rose over her, a symphony of rippling muscles, and closed his mouth over the tip of her breast. He suckled her hard, scraping his teeth along the length of the stiff point. He gave the same treatment to the other nipple, making her arch up into his mouth. Slowly, he licked and kissed his way back down her belly, rimming her navel until she was shivering and jerking. “Adam, for God’s sake, fuck me! I need you to fuck me! I need to come!”

  “Not yet,” was his frustrating reply as he licked his way back down to her cleft. His hot breath against her clit had her writhing in agony.

  “Please….” she pleaded, panting with frustrati
on. “Please, Adam….”

  Twisting and pulling her aching nipples with his fingers, he stabbed his tongue hard against her clit, making her seize and shriek before he slid his tongue down her trench and into her opening, fucking her with it until she was delirious with pleasure. He worked her like this for what seemed like hours, unerringly keeping her sobbing and moaning, clenching and releasing, constantly teetering on the brink of orgasm, drowning in a sea of pleasure and pure vexation.

  She tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. Heat seared her, temporarily blinding her as she continued to thrash and twist beneath his punishing tongue and fingers, bringing her to the brink, then backing off time and time again.

  She raised her torso up off the bed, leaning back on her elbows, glaring at him malevolently. “Goddamn it, Adam. Let me come! I need to come!” He pinched her nipples, and she threw back her head, howling in frustrated fury. “Adam! This is killing me!”

  He chuckled, poised above her, her juices shining on his mouth and chin. “No, Sarah. It’s not killing you. It’s frustrating you. Trust me, no one has ever died from frustration. But,” he added, considering, “since you really want to come, and since you asked me so nicely…”

  Her head jerked back up. The breath slashed from her lungs. She stared at him, hope warring with fear. Did he mean it! Was he finally going to let her come? Oh, God!

  He read her jumbled emotions and smiled at her, a smile so sweet, so filled with love, she nearly strangled on the answering tide of lust rising inside of her. Good Lord, she loved this man. Not in a different way from Jesse. Not less than she loved Jesse. The same as Jesse. Exactly the same. They were two halves of the same whole, and she loved them both to the bottom of her soul.

  “Lie back, sweet pea, and spread your legs,” he directed lovingly. “I’m going to let you come.”

  “Oh, thank God!” She flopped back on the mattress, air whooshing from her lungs in a cry of relief. She spread her legs wider apart, bending her knees outward to give him all the access he wanted.

  He chuckled again. “God has nothing to do with it, love.” He touched just the tip of his tongue to her throbbing clit, just enough to have her shuddering with renewed sensual pleasure. “And I can promise you, when you do finally come, it will definitely be worth the wait.”

  He pressed his tongue against her and swiped it across her screaming flesh like a whip.

  She gasped and shot up off the bed. Her entire body was an enormous spring wound so tight, she knew that when the spring finally snapped, it was going to wreak havoc.

  “Adam?” It was a tiny little lost sound.

  “Don’t be frightened, angel,” he said, his mouth moving against her quivering flesh. “It’s going to be wonderful. More wonderful than you could ever imagine. For both of us.”

  He swirled his tongue around and around and suddenly…oh, God! She was coming! Exploding in a cataclysm of fire and flames. Her entire body twisted and jerked as harsh screams erupted from her throat. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” Sobbing, gasping, screaming, she came. In huge, wrenching convulsions that threatened to turn her inside out and annihilate her soul, she came. And came. And came. One orgasm after another, slamming through her in never-ending waves of pure pleasure, clobbering her, fracturing her, splintering her into shards of shimmering ecstasy. Leaving behind nothing more than an exhausted wreck, a mindless bit of flotsam floating on a storm-tossed sea.

  Placing his thumb firmly against her clit, Adam lifted his head, wiping his mouth, wet with her juices, on her inner thighs. Calmly he watched the convulsions continuing to wrack her agonized body, watched her chest rise and fall with the harsh, ragged pace of her breathing. Tiny, unpredictable movements of his thumb on her clit kept the sensual shock waves rolling through her, while at the same time allowing her to drift down slowly from the upheaval of her gigantic orgasm. When the contractions finally lessened, he rose over her and kissed her sweaty forehead. She gasped, struggling for air.

  “Adam—” It was a croak. She held herself rigid, unable to relax, afraid to move. Every inch of skin felt so sensitive, even the air touching it was a combination of agony and ecstasy. A stark pleasure that was almost pain.

  He regarded her tenderly. Christ, he loved this woman. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful when you come.” His voice was reverent. “Spread your legs, sweet pea. I’m going to fuck you now.”

  She did, slowly, almost painfully, the dregs of her orgasm still rolling like thunder through the depths of her body, vibrating through her bones like a tuning fork.

  Careful not to touch her, knowing how sensitive her skin was, he braced himself above her on his left hand, steering his cock toward her dripping entrance with his right. Then he penetrated her with the head of his cock, and she screamed as she erupted again.

  She was flying, convulsing in another forceful climax. She hadn’t even recovered from that climax, when he pounded into her and yet another orgasm bit into her, shaking her like a snarling tiger shakes his helpless prey, sending her hurtling into the blackness, so high she feared she would never come down.

  He held himself rigid as she squeezed him violently with the force of her release, long, hard pulls of her inner muscles. He groaned, forcing himself to think of combat, hunting, the multiplication table—anything not to come too soon. He began to thrust, and she came again and again with each plunge of his iron-hard penis into the convulsing walls of her vagina.

  She was melting inside, drowning in the liquid fire that was pouring over her, through her, around her.

  Until, with one final slam of his hips, he seized and with a harsh shout he spilled his seed inside her as they both convulsed in a shattering, soul-destroying paroxysm of pleasure so powerful neither had ever experienced anything like it in their entire lives.

  She threw her arms and legs around him and held on tight as their bodies heaved and shook, stiffened and jerked for what seemed like forever. Until, finally, they were able to sag back against the mattress in an exhausted, boneless heap.

  Realizing she would probably never move again, she managed, with great effort, to say, “Thank you, Adam.”

  “No, my love. I’m the one who should thank you. You are the most amazing woman I have ever known.”

  “That was the most wonderful experience of my entire life.”

  “So far,” he added with a grin. “Pleasuring you is going to become my life’s work. Next time it will be even better.”

  “How can it possibly be any better?” She was still tingling all over from her multiple orgasms. Sparks of electricity danced across her skin from her head down to her toes.

  He put his mouth against her ear. “Practice. We’ll just practice and practice until we get it right.”

  She shivered. Oh, God! She could hardly wait.

  He pulled her close and kissed the damp, salty skin at her temple, a slow, lingering, reverent kiss, before burying his face in her neck and breathing her in. He loved her scent—peaches and flowers and soft, feminine woman. It was a smell unique to her. A smell that he would recognize anywhere. If she were hiding in a jungle full of flowers, he’d be able to find her blindfolded. “I love you, Sarah.” It was the last thing she heard before sinking into the warm, black oblivion of sleep.

  The next time Sarah woke, she was alone in the big bed. Frowning, she lay still, listening, remembering with a blush that warmed her entire body the afternoon she and Adam had just spent. Her body clenched and rolled and her cheeks heated, as her mind replayed every dark word, every deep thrust, every delirious stroke of his tongue, every—

  She shook her head to clear it of the dark, carnal images. And when she did, other things began impacting her senses.

  It was late afternoon. She could hear male voices downstairs in the great room. Jesse and Adam. Sliding across the bed, she pushed the comforter off and got up. Pulling one of Jesse’s T-shirts out of the dresser drawer, she put it on, noting with gratitude that she wasn’t covered with sticky cum. Adam had obviously
cleaned her up while she’d been passed out. God, I love that man! Still barefoot, she left the room.

  When she got to the bottom of the stairs, Jesse and Adam were seated side by side on one of the leather sofas, poring over photos spread out on the ottoman. As soon as they realized she was approaching, Jesse began scooping up the photos, but she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “No, don’t. I’ve seen plenty of crime scene photos before.” She bent down to give him a kiss. “Tell me what you’ve discovered.”

  Jesse swung his knees sideways, letting her step through to perch on the edge of the sofa between them. Briefly she scanned the photos. In spite of her claim that she’d seen plenty of crime scene photos before, nothing in her experience could have prepared her for the brutality of these. She managed not to gasp, but had to swallow hard in order to force the bile back down into her stomach where it belonged.

  “You okay, baby?” Jesse asked, knuckling her beneath her chin, to raise her gaze to his. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

  “I do have to do this,” she insisted. “I’m the county attorney. If anyone is ever brought to trial for this”—she waved her hand toward the gruesome photos—“I will be the one trying them, so I have to be thoroughly familiar with every aspect of this crime.”

  “Okay, baby, if you’re sure.” He pointed to the photo on the top left. “This is the crime scene before anybody entered it. Patti is on the bed, dead of multiple stab wounds, Ogre is on the floor, his pants down around his ankles, Matt’s over here, a bloody knife on the floor next to his right hand. The injury to his head was caused by this broken lamp, here.”

  He pointed to an upright vacuum cleaner on the far side of the bed. “Patti must have just vacuumed, thank God. She didn’t even have time to put it away before she was killed. You can see the tracks it left in the carpet. And see these footprints in the raised pile? They tell quite a story.”