by Christa Wick
Please let there be lube, she prayed to whichever saint was responsible for handling carnal requests. St. Peter, no doubt.
She giggled at the thought.
"Excuse me," Declan growled playfully and hid his beautiful cock as punishment for her short, staccato burst of laughter.
Blushing madly and wanting the show to continue, she confessed her thoughts. "I was praying to St. Peter there would be lube in with the condoms."
His laughter joined Melanie's and the teasing stopped with a quick slide of his hands that pushed the pants down to his knees. Gravity took over and he stepped out of the fabric and kicked it aside.
"Take a seat, Mel," he ordered and pointed at the end of the bed.
She sat down, the throw still around her.
"Care to touch?" he asked, standing about a foot in front of her, legs spread and feet planted on the sheepskin rug that ran under and around the king size bed.
Wanting to do far more than touch, Melanie licked her lips.
Damn it was a beautiful cock -- scary, too, with its big size. But she loved the look of its texture, the skin prominently veined in his aroused state. The color was a healthy pale red that darkened as it reached the head.
To touch it, though, she'd have to release her iron grip on the throw. And the same light that let her drink in the texture of his cock would reveal all her textures to Declan once she abandoned the throw.
He said nothing, but a ripple of muscle played along his stomach to push the fat crown toward her.
Fuck, just go with it! Stop thinking and start doing -- start doing him.
Eyes fluttering shut with need, she reached out and blindly wrapped both hands around the thick shaft. A groan left her as she noted the contrast between the hot flesh pulsing beneath her fingers and the cool, conditioned air circulating the room to pluck at her aching nipples.
Opening her eyes, she drew him to her and looked up with a long sweep of lashes. She inhaled, her senses luxuriating in the musky, masculine smell of his body. Sighing, she closed her eyes again and took her first lick.
Declan groaned. "I promise, that's not where I was leading you."
Good, she thought, taking another lick. He was packing too much meat for her small mouth. But that didn't mean she couldn't run her tongue up and down its length, or cradle his heavy balls in the palm of her hand while she savored his taste.
Another groan and she felt the quiver that rolled through him before his hands captured the sides of her head.
"I want to be in you," he begged. "I want your legs wrapped around my hips. I want my hands filled with your ripe, heaving breasts, I want to torture those deliciously thick nipples like I promised to once I had you all soft and liquid beneath me."
A wistful smile pulled at her mouth as she remembered how she had sharply twisted his nipple in the limo when she had been desperate not to come from his touch.
She didn't want to give in so easily. She looked up, batted her naturally long lashes. "Are you saying I can't suck and lick you?"
His face screwed around its center with a moment's agony, but he shook his head, denying her for the time being. "You can lick me later -- when my cock's covered with your cream, baby girl. Now up the bed you go."
Sweet Heavens, he did not just say that!
Just thinking about it made her pussy gush fresh cream to slick her thighs and darken the silky, aquamarine bedspread beneath her.
Without protest, she crawled up the bed, not thinking about the sight she must be presenting to him, her overflowing curves rolling with each forward slide of her legs, her heavy breasts brushing against the bedding, the nipples swollen and tugged at by gravity until she rolled, shaking with need, onto her back.
"You're killing me, Mel." Declan climbed onto the mattress, pushed her thighs apart then grabbed her ankles and forced her knees to bend until the back of each heel touched the back of each thigh and she was splayed open to him.
"My dick feels like it's going to fall off from the need to be buried in you, but the rest of me just wants to eat this sweet pussy all night long."
Melanie exhaled, slow and shaky. She wanted both -- somehow at the same time.
Grinning, Declan settled his tight, fine ass on his heels and stared down.
"Don't get mad at me for this, okay?"
Looking at Declan's face, all Melanie saw was the look of a kid caught with his hand stuck in the cookie jar, his mouth overflowing with the cookies he had already stuffed inside.
"Mad at you for what?" she asked.
"Ever hear of Emma Coventry?"
Melanie shook her head, her mouth quirking at the mention of another woman while he was supposed to be making love to her.
"Maybe you've heard of Coventry Cocks?" he asked.
Melanie's mouth dropped open. Coventry Cocks she had heard of but thought it was a joke -- that there really couldn't be at least a couple dozen Hollywood hunks and studio execs going around with perfect replicas of their genitals.
Surely that was just a rumor.
"I'll take that as a yes." Sliding off the bed, his real cock leading the way, Declan disappeared behind another set of double doors. "I swear, this never left the box before today. I had it made after Alpine when the Grim Reaper wouldn't stop stalking me."
Hearing him call Carla Ledder by her industry nickname, Melanie chuckled from the bed. The injection of humor, however, didn't stop her from reaching at the same time for the fur throw to hide beneath in case she had to run back to her bedroom and bar the door.
Because -- seriously -- was he really saying he had a replica of his junk?
"It was supposed to be a 'fuck off' prank but..."
"She flew to Vegas and married Tobie Gibson."
"Exactly," Declan said, emerging from what Melanie guessed was the closet with a black box.
He lifted the lid, placed it on the nightstand and pulled out the dildo hiding inside. She gasped. In the flesh, it looked formidable, but not as formidable as it did isolated from the rest of his body.
He held it alongside the real thing. "Close match, don't you think?"
Forgetting that she might want to run away, Melanie rolled toward the offering. She ran a finger down the most prominent vein on his cock then looked at the dildo to find it perfectly mirrored. Mouth watering, she managed to close her thumb and index finger around eighty to eighty-five percent of Declan's circumference just below the head of his cock. She repeated the measurement on the replica, a knot forming in her pussy as it, too, matched.
"Now," he grinned and pulled open the drawer on his nightstand, "you get to be the one woman who knows what it's like to have me lick your pussy at the same time I'm fucking you with my cock."
She bit hard at her lip, her body already vibrating from the promise. Pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube, Declan resumed his position on the bed. With no more than a commanding lift of one eyebrow, he effectively commanded Melanie to return her legs to the position he had left her in, everything spread wide with her heels tucked up against her ass.
Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. She could feel her pussy drooling onto the bedspread, he had her so hot.
Squirting a thick dollop of lube onto his palm, Declan curled his hand around the dildo and stroked up and down. The spectacle had her ass digging expectantly at the mattress. He looked so fucking hot doing that, maybe even hotter than if he were actually stroking his own cock at that moment.
This deliciously dirty thing he was about to do with his toy and his mouth were for her -- her pleasure, her mind splintering into nothing.
"Baby, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his gaze soft and honest. "Your entire body is glowing with need."
It was a need only he could produce, one she still couldn't believe she was letting him witness.
"Please," she whimpered, grabbing her ankles, her arms pushing her full breasts together and her entire body dancing around the center of her hot core.
Declan nodded, one hand holding the base of the dildo an
d the other wrapped around his cock, pre-cum oozing steadily from its tip as he squeezed hard.
Without any pressure, he swirled the dildo's head against the opening of her pussy, getting her slicker than her own juices could. Then he rubbed the tip up to press firmly against her clit. "I'm going to suck this so hard it swells to twice its size, baby girl. You'll feel it all day tomorrow, your lips rubbing against its thickness, then I'm going to suck it all over again."
And he had said she was the one killing him! She couldn't breathe, couldn't relax her muscles, could barely keep her eyes open against the intense need to draw everything tight before she exploded too quickly.
"Don't worry, Mel," he teased, flattening his body along the bed. "Things are about to get real. Very, very real."
Chapter Twenty-One
With the crown of the dildo positioned at the opening of her sex, Declan used the thumb and index finger of his free hand to separate her labia up high, exposing the hood of her clit and its long spine. Tongue curling, he took short, rhythmic licks against the kernel of need tucked within the hood.
The pressure of the dildo teased her, the mouth of her pussy yawning then contracting over and over in an attempt to suck inside the fat toy that was a perfect match in so many ways to Declan's cock.
Her grip on her ankles tightened. She wanted to scream, wanted to make all sorts of dirty demands.
Fuck it like you paid for it blossomed from out of nowhere inside her mind.
She wanted him so badly, she knew the need could only be erased by his hard, merciless thrusts. She would have to be ground down to dust by him before she could build herself back up.
"Such a greedy little pussy," Declan teased as her muscles sucked at the dildo's head. "Will this calm you?"
He pushed the toy forward, her pussy stretching wide. She sucked a breath in, her gaze widening in equal measure to the hole Declan was invading. He blew cool air on her clit, the sensation against her fiery flesh causing her to dig her nails into the skin around her ankles.
"Here, baby, swallow the head into that tight pussy, make yourself all nice and elastic so I can pound my cock into you."
Melanie pulled at her legs, tried to make herself open wider, her breath coming in sharp pants.
The head slipped all the way in and she jerked, her clit yanking itself upward as another orgasm threatened already.
"Can't forget this little button," he said before his mouth sealed around her clit and he waited for her pussy to adjust to the thickness filling her.
When her ass started to grind against the mattress with impatience, he clucked once at her but pushed the dildo a little deeper. She tried to push against it, but he threatened to pull the toy out.
"No, baby. I want your pussy molded around it," he instructed. "I want the tissues swelling from the invasion and all the contortions my licking your clit is going to put you through."
She said nothing, the vibrations of her body the only response necessary.
"Good girl."
Sealing his mouth against her flesh, his tongue flicked rapidly against the dangle of her clit. He eased the dildo toward a slow retreat but didn't pull out completely. He waited a few seconds, his mouth busy rubbing up and down her clit, and then he reclaimed the ground inside her he had lost before pushing two inches deeper.
Her legs and arms shook with the effort to hold herself together, to not come undone.
Declan's free hand rested atop her mound, kneading the flesh. He looked over his knuckles, across the curve of her stomach to her face. Fierce passion turned the gray gaze smoky and dark. And then, contrary to what he had said, he began to fuck her with the toy, pushing and pulling, twisting on the way out, hard and straight on the way in.
Little groaning, hyperventilating screams muted by her constricting throat punctured the air above Melanie. She came, spasming all around the toy, her pussy fighting with itself, trying to suck it deeper one second and push it out the next as hard contraction after hard contraction rolled through her.
The harder her body knotted around the dildo, the more fiercely Declan sucked at her clit. She could feel the fragile tissue swelling inside his mouth, feel the blood refusing to recede, the small organ growing tumescent as her entire being quivered around the center of her sex.
With one final scream, she let go of her ankles and collapsed against the mattress. Her legs, unfettered, danced like a marionette getting its strings yanked as Declan continued to suck hard and fuck even harder.
Something was building inside her, something more than the first climax that had threatened to tear her apart. Moaning, she shook her head.
No, no, no!
Her body didn't listen. The dam had been breached. Hot fluid gushed from her to fill his still questing mouth. He groaned, shook his head to throttle her clit and provoked another hot squirt.
Only when she seemed on the verge of passing out did he finally relent.
Or so she thought.
Sliding the toy out of her, Declan fisted a condom onto his erection and pushed gingerly into her, his gaze on her face the entire time. She expected more thrusting, but he pushed inexorably forward then settled in place, his body lightly covering hers, his face hovering inches in front of Melanie's.
Her pussy contracted around him. He closed his eyes, his expression melting into one of supreme satisfaction.
"You feel so fucking perfect, Mel. All I want to do is be inside you."
Lowering his mouth, he offered a tentative kiss that surprised her.
Didn't he realize he'd just blown her mind -- and not for the first time that night?
Her body began to thrum around his, the continued evasion resurrecting the muscles inside her that Declan had just obliterated with his toy and the play of his tongue along her clit.
"Mmm..." His eyes drifted shut and a satisfied smiled pulled his mouth ear to ear as she tightened around him. "I was waiting for that."
She tilted her hips and one eyebrow shot so high up his forehead that it practically joined his hairline.
Opening his eyes, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit at it as his hips joined in her dance. Her mouth fell open, shaping itself into a small circle of pleasure. Her mound pushed upward, her gaze locked on his.
Damn, he felt so perfect, too.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she tugged him toward her.
"Let me bite that for you," she whispered before tugging at his lip with her teeth.
His jaw relaxed and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth, curled it around his as the thrusts he delivered became more forceful. He pulled back, breaking the kiss, his eyes glittering gray crystals.
Keeping his cock buried inside her, he settled on his ass, her legs draped around his hips. His outstretched hands seized her breasts, pulled one of the nipples taut, but released it as another grin whipped across his face.
"Methinks this little jewel should be the object of my revenge," he said, flicking the back of his nail repeatedly against the hood of her clit.
Oh, no -- he had promised her payback for twisting his nipple on the limo ride. That grin told her it was time to pay up, to make retribution. But his gaze told her she was going to love whatever he did.
His palms and fingers spread across her thighs, centering and holding her down while his thumbs pressed hard against the line of her clit. With his grip securing Melanie, he began to pump his cock into her pussy, the hard thrusts bouncing her up and down, his thumbs staying in place and her clit moving between, sometimes beneath, them.
Melanie mashed her lips together. Too soon, she told her body. Not yet.
"Baby," he warned, eyes boring into hers. "If you think you can control it, you're wrong."
His hand moved to trap the hood of her clit between the pad of his thumb and the side of his index finger. The other thumb kept pressing at the spine as his fat cocked moved mercilessly in and out of her, the bulbous head rubbing at her clit from the inside.
He pinched, he pull
ed, he twisted.
Burying himself up to his balls, he knocked against the opening to her cervix, battering it with short thrusts that promised to tear down every last wall she had erected in life.
Swollen from his earlier sucking, distorted from the current treatment, her clit ached. It wasn't pain that tore at her senses. Unbridled lust scratched and clawed at every nerve ending. She met his thrusts, brought her hands up to treat her nipples to the same abuse.
She stopped looking at him, her eyes locked in an upward roll as she jerked along his cock, moaning his name and driving him onward with helpless pleas of yes, oh yes.
"Mel, baby..." Declan collapsed forward, his hands capturing her face as his lips mashed against hers. Long thrusts whipped the head of his cock from the verge of popping out to her deepest depths as her pussy coiled around the shaft, sucking, hugging, palming it with the firmest grip he had ever felt.
"Mel!" he cried before burying his face against her neck, his hand knotted in her hair to hold her still as his cock jerked and twitched inside her, filling the condom with ropey jets of his release.
Breathless, Declan rolled to his side, pulling her with him. He kissed her, his hand slipping between them to soothe her impassioned flesh.
"I think my bones melted," he teased, eyes drifting shut.
Rewarding him with a small laugh, Melanie studied his face, the muscles more relaxed than she had ever seen them.
He was beautiful, absolutely amazing in bed, and, for the night at least, he was hers.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The main house on Declan's estate was well constructed, with the double doors into the master suite heavy and tightly sealed. Outside noise stayed outside -- unless it was shrieking like a hungry hawk and charging down the hall with all the speed of a furious Hollywood publicist in three-inch heels..
Melanie heard Cammie's warning shout too late for her brain to fully wake and her muscles to take action. Declan, mercifully, emerged more quickly from the deep sleep they had fallen into after a long night of sampling one another's flesh. Grabbing the silky comforter that had all but slid to the floor at the foot of the bed, he whipped it up to shield Melanie's naked body half a second before the doors burst inward.
