Twice the Bang: Delta Heat, Book 4

by Delilah Devlin

  She’d never gotten that reaction from a man before. She’d been nude in many settings—at the club, at private meet ’n’ greets, at BDSM conventions—but she was used to polite interest, not the hungry intensity she’d felt all the way to her bare toes.

  She’d creamed on the spot and then wondered how to hide the evidence, clamping together her thighs.

  Beau hadn’t missed much. His quiet, watchful gaze had studied her and then looked at Billy. If she hadn’t noted the tension lending a sharper edge to his already taut jaw, she wouldn’t have known he was jealous.

  That was something unexpected, because Beau McIntyre was a bit of a mystery. The other female subs at the club wondered about him, talked about him in the female locker room. They knew he was Mondo’s friend, and that increased his cred exponentially, because every girl wanted a go with Mondo and paid close attention to his attractive crew of friends.

  She’d played with Mondo, been his demo girl a time or two, but only that many because he liked a sub who could take a more intensive S&M session than she could endure. And truth be told, he scared her.

  But Beau had always fascinated her. From his tall, buff frame, his bald head, and stark features, he was handsome enough to give her butterflies just looking at him. His heritage was a mixture of African American, Asian, and by his last name, Celt, but his expression was all inscrutable Asian. What he thought or felt was something he didn’t divulge. He posed a challenge.

  For the longest time, she’d wanted to get him alone, get him naked and see whether he could manage to hide what he thought without giving a telltale twitch of his cock.

  She wasn’t ambitious. Just curious. And accepting that invitation to Aiden’s sexy little get-together had opened more than one door.

  Now she had two sexy men to contend with. What to do? She wasn’t sure how she wanted this to all go down, but she knew just the thought of one of them watching while the other had his wicked way with her was a fantasy that played over and over inside her mind.

  The tension inside Billy’s Ford Raptor was thick enough to slice with a knife, but was it because of the confrontation with Beau at the bar, or because Billy was alone with her at last and didn’t want to proceed according to his plan? Was he wishing he’d cut straight to the fun and games?

  Pansy hid a smile and glanced out the passenger-side window. She liked to play in public. Would he be appalled or into it? If this budding relationship was going to work, she needed to know.

  The backlit sign for the restaurant appeared just ahead. She waited until he pulled into the parking lot and began to open his door before she turned in her seat and let the bottom edge of her dress ride up. Enough to give him a peak of her ass—if he needed reminding she’d gone commando.

  Behind her, his breath caught, and she smiled, eager now to see just how far she could push him.

  The hostess was a pretty teenager whose eyes widened as she gave Billy an up-and-down glance that ate him up like a sweet dessert. Since Pansy understood the reaction, she ignored the girl’s blatant infatuation and followed as the flirty twit and Billy chatted all the way to the quiet booth in a dark corner.

  Pansy slid across the vinyl seat, her bare bottom cooling deliciously, and waited for Billy to slide in beside her. His thighs halted inches from hers, giving her polite space, but she wasn’t having any of that.

  While the girl handed them menus and ignored Pansy altogether to gush over her handsome date, Pansy slid her hand between Billy’s legs and gave his impressive package a squeeze.

  His chest billowed. His back stiffened.

  The girl hovering over them glanced down and shock had her jaw dropping. “Um, I’ll bring you water.”

  Her hasty retreat was followed by a long silence, and then Billy cupped his hand over hers.

  Pansy ducked her head as heat bloomed in her cheeks.

  “Seeing as you don’t seem to mind who sees us gettin’ friendly, keep your hand right there.” Then he slid his away and rearranged his thighs, widening them and slumping lower in his seat, as relaxed as he could be.

  Pansy glanced at him from beneath her lashes. Her heart rate kicked up a notch, excitement skittering through her. The tone he’d used, smooth and deep—controlled—had her pussy clenching.

  Drinks arrived, served by another girl, whose gaze went from Pansy to Billy, and then dropped surreptitiously to the hand between Billy’s legs.

  So the first girl had mentioned it to the next. Did they have a little fan club going? Pansy gave Billy a blatant squeeze and tipped up her chin to give him a wide smile.

  His eyes narrowed and his smile was tight, but he aimed a glance at the girl and placed an order for salads and spaghetti, not giving Pansy a choice.

  When the girl hurried away, no doubt to titter in the back with her girlfriend, Billy leaned to the side, until his breath gusted warmly against her ear. “Eat fast,” he said, his tone deep and hard.

  Pansy swallowed and slowly withdrew her hand, sitting up and squaring her shoulders. Her head dipped automatically, her responses driven by her training. If they’d been in a private setting, she’d have slid to the floor and knelt beside his knee. Billy might not be familiar with happened between a Dom and his sub, but he slid naturally into the dominant role.

  How exciting. How completely delicious. Thoughts swirled in her mind. Possibilities mounted, one atop the other. Could she help him? Coax him into the being the Dom she needed?

  They ate their meal, not speaking. Billy didn’t appear to pay her any attention at all, smiling politely at the girls who took turns filling their glasses and checking to see if they needed anything, but purposely ignoring Pansy beside him.

  Not that she felt slighted. She understood. The tension in the thigh snuggled beside hers was unrelenting. He was as attuned to her as she was to him. Every breath, every slow chew, every nudge was noted. By the time the check arrived, her nipples were tight, hard beads and there was a wet spot beneath her where her pussy lips sucked at the vinyl.

  As she rose, she dropped her napkin to hide the evidence, but not quickly enough that Billy didn’t notice.

  His firm mouth curved.

  That smile kept her hot all the way to his truck.

  He opened the door for her and stood to the side.

  She stepped up, her ass nudging his belly and slid inside before reaching for the safety belt.

  But he was there first, leaning around her to snug it close to her waist and adjust the strap crossing her chest, and then he held still.

  Her attention captured, she held her breath as he lowered his hands and slowly tugged up her skirt until it bunched under the belt at her hips.

  “Good thing my seats are leather,” he whispered.

  Pansy wet her bottom lip with a slow swipe of her tongue.

  He drew nearer.

  She knew he was going to kiss her by the quick downward flick of a glance he gave her mouth, and she tilted back her head. It was funny, but despite everything they’d already shared, despite the fact he’d seen her nude, they’d never shared a kiss.

  When his mouth touched hers, her whole body vibrated. His mouth was hot and firm. His lips gave, rubbing against hers, parting slightly.

  She opened beneath him, creeping her hands up his chest to grip his collar as he sank his tongue inside her.

  Just as quickly as it had started, it ended. He drew away and backed out of the doorway. But not before she’d seen the tension tightening his jaw and causing the skin to stretch over his broad cheekbones. Although brief, the kiss was enough of a taste of things to come, and she was even more eager to be alone with him.

  He walked briskly around the front of the Raptor. When he let himself inside, inserted the key and ignited the engine, she parted her thighs, liking the feel of the rumble beneath her, the low growling intensity of his vehicle, which now perfectly matched the bunched muscles of his arms and taut abdomen. No button-down dress shirt and dark pants could hide the trim, taut waist or thickly muscled
thighs.

  He changed gears with a controlled jerk and then rested his hand on her bare thigh. “I’m taking you home.”

  She kicked off her heels and settled back, easing open her thighs in blatant invitation. When he stroked her inner thighs, she sighed. When he glided his fingers up to the wet juncture, she raised her hands to grip the headrest behind her.

  Other than a pause to change gears now and then, he teased and stroked, tapped her clit, but never entered her, although she tilted her hips to grant him access.

  She was wet, her pussy made moist clasping sounds, and she mewed like a kitten, wishing she could shuck her dress altogether. But they were passing through city street lights and anyone might see. While she didn’t mind the exposure, she wouldn’t risk Billy being pulled over, because she didn’t want his sensual exploration to halt.

  His fingers were too exotic. Rough pads, thick digits, cool tips. When they stroked, they stirred her juices. He was going to fuck her, that much she knew, but the how kept her breathless with anticipation.

  At last, he pulled into a gated apartment complex. He drove through a maze of twisting turns until they reached the very back, and the last apartment that had only one neighbor and dark woods to the other side.

  Breathing shallowly, her hands shook as she undid her seat belt. She was slow, and he beat her to her door, opening it then reaching inside to offer her a hand down. When her feet met the ground and her dress slithered back down her hips, she realized her sandals were gone. But he didn’t let her reach back inside. Instead, he tucked her purse into her hands and bent to slip a strong arm beneath her knees and lift her into his arms.

  The effort didn’t seem to cost him as he hefted her high against his chest. He didn’t look down, which afforded her the luxury of studying his jaw and the side of his face from a new angle, liking the way the parking-lot streetlamp limned his strong jaw.

  Good Lord, he had a dimple in the center of his chin. How had she missed that? How scrumptious. Already she couldn’t wait to stick her tongue inside it.

  He carried her to the darkened doorway and set her on her feet then quickly opened his front door, turning on the outside light but keeping the living room dark. He pushed her through the door, his hands gripping her hips, then kicked backward to shut the door and lock them inside the silence.

  His fingers dug into her hips as he stared downward.

  She didn’t like the pause. It gave her a moment to wonder if this was moving too fast, if maybe she should have insisted they keep to public places until they knew each other, but she’d never been good at playing safe. She’d gone with her instincts, followed her desire.

  Light from a hallway spilled into the dark living room, enough so she could read his expression. His gaze was raking her again. That predatory light was still in his eyes.

  Following instinct, she pushed his hands off her hips and stepped backward. Reaching behind, she unzipped her dress and let it pool at her feet, then unlatched the soft-cup bra she’d worn and let it slide off her arms. Naked now, completely, starkly herself, she slowly lowered to the floor, bending her neck and kneeling at his feet. Nervous that she’d shown him how she wanted them to begin, she wondered if he would have a clue how to answer the challenge she’d just thrown down.

  Billy’s fists curled at his sides. What the hell? He knew this was a posture subs took to signal their willingness to obey, but he was no Dom. Not some poser who needed a woman to call him Sir in order to get a hard-on.

  He’d seen how Aiden treated Jenn that once in the gym of the firehouse. He’d winced as he’d called her a slut, felt shame for the arousal her tearfully rendered obedience had coaxed.

  The last thing he wanted was to lay a harsh hand on Pansy’s pretty, creamy skin. He didn’t want her crying, didn’t want anything but moans and maybe a scream, but he’d never get her there if he didn’t play first. He wasn’t sure he had what it took.

  Something that didn’t seem to concern his cock because it surged inside his pants, crowding his fly. “I’m not a Dom, Pansy.”

  “No, you aren’t. I could see that at Aiden’s.” But she didn’t rise, didn’t lift her head.

  “I’m not sure I can give you what you need…”

  “Just tell me what you want,” she whispered. “Anything. I’ll do it.”

  Billy wanted so many things, but the first thing that popped into his mind, perhaps because her tongue stroked her bottom lip right that second, was her lush, plump mouth consuming his cock.

  Swallowing to wet his dry throat, he took a deep breath and then reached down to tip up her chin.

  Looking at her reinforced his impression of her fragility. Pansy was small, something he forgot because of her brazen demeanor and the saucy tilt of her chin. Her pretty blue eyes were large in a face that was shaped like a triangle—wide cheeks, a small pointed chin. Her plump, wide mouth was large in comparison, and his gaze stopped there.

  “Pansy, I want…”

  Her eyes glittered, gaze locking with his. “Anything, Billy…”

  “I want your mouth on me,” he growled.

  She offered him a smile and then rose on her knees to come closer. Reaching for his belt, she made quick work of the latch of his belt and the button at his waist, but she stopped to glance upward as she gripped the tongue of the zipper and slowly slid it down.

  He stared hard, fixated on her hands.

  Rather than reaching immediately inside his pants, she gripped the waistband and pulled them down his hips to his thighs, baring his cock and his balls completely.

  He’d seen the way Aiden seemed able to control his arousal, keeping his cock lax until he had his subs where he wanted them.

  But Billy had no such self-control. His intense interest was there for Pansy to see. Fully erect, straining toward his belly. The skin was stretched so tight around his cock he felt ready to burst. And his balls, Jesus, if she touched them now…

  Pansy raked her fingernails up his thighs, causing his cock to jump in anticipation of a painful scratch. She laughed softly then leaned closer, rubbing her cheek on his shaft, turning her head to glide her mouth on him—sexy to watch but not nearly enough action. She was moving alarmingly slowly. He didn’t think he’d have the self-control to keep from striping her face with his come. All it would take was one stroke of her wet tongue.

  Billy growled and thrust his fingers into her short, pale hair. He tilted her head, just so, then gripped his cock and fed himself into her mouth. “No more playing,” he said. “Suck it.”

  She gave a garbled moan but began suctioning, her teeth and tongue raking his sensitive flesh as he fed more and more of his thick cock into her pretty, hot mouth.

  When her lips met his fingers, he clamped both hands around her head and held her still as he took charge, fucking her mouth, pushing inside and withdrawing, then pushing a little deeper, making sure she understood she’d be taking every damn inch. She’d teased him past any scruples he’d had about moving too fast and too hard for her.

  Pansy wanted a man to call the shots. Well, she’d be licking up every drop of his.

  Not that she didn’t seem completely into it as her eyelids drifted dreamily up and down and her mouth suctioned harder and harder all around him. When he butted up against the back of her throat, she swallowed and then eased open her jaws and took him all the way inside.

  He’d never had a woman deep-throat him, and now he understood the attraction as he stroked in steady plunges. Her throat squeezed around his corona, rubbing the ridge forward and back, and fuck if he could wait a minute longer.

  He pulled free and wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, tightening and holding still until the urge to shoot receded.

  Pansy’s hands were still on his thighs. Her gaze was locked on the length of him, red and jutting, wet from her saliva. She dropped her hands, turned on her knees and crept away, her bottom swaying side-to-side. When she halted, she tipped up her ass then glanced over one should
er, meeting his gaze with another of her sassy looks, one brow raised.

  And Lord, her pussy was right there for him to see. Red, swollen, slick with her juices. All his, if he could make his feet work and his body not betray him by ejaculating before he managed to get a condom rolled down his length.

  Beau leaned back against the cool door. “Do you have any idea how hard this is for me?”

  “I think I do. You were all the way down my throat,” she said, her voice a soft, hoarse purr.

  “I’m not a kid. I don’t come in my pants, but fuck, Pansy…” He ringed himself tighter and shut his eyes, because her bottom was a round, juicy peach, the sides split open to show him exactly what was his to take.

  At last, he let go, calling on his pride. With slow movements, he toed off his boots and socks and stepped out of his pants, but not before removing the condom packet tucked into a pocket. Tearing the plastic with his teeth, he didn’t take his gaze from her avid stare, rolling the condom down his shaft. Then he knelt and crawled to her, knuckles sinking in the brown carpet.

  Her knees spread. Her back sank. Her feminine openings beckoned, and he sat back on his haunches to fill his hands with the lush bounty of her ass. His fingers sank in softness and he rotated the globes.

  Her chest fell to the carpet, and she moved side-to-side, likely rubbing her nipples on the short shag. Nipples he wanted in his mouth, between his teeth, but he wasn’t letting go of her. Wouldn’t turn her now.

  Bending, he bit one globe then the other. Then buried his nose and mouth in her moist folds, inhaling because her musk lured him. He breathed her sea-fresh scent in then sucked at her folds, tasting and groaning because the tangy flavor of her made his cock pulse. Thumbing open her folds, he licked at the moisture seeping from inside her, trailed the edges of her delicate inner lips and swirled inside her entrance. He watched as she snuck a hand between her legs and pulled at her folds to expose her clit. He took her hint and tapped it with his tongue, then swirled on the hardening knot until she groaned and her thighs trembled.