by Tina Donahue
“No. It’s just bigger than I imagined it would be. Really huge.”
He appreciated her obvious awe, hoping she’d say the same when it came to his stiffened rod. “Take out my cock,” he ordered, not recognizing or particularly liking the plea in his words. “Now.”
Her fingers returned to his groin, but she took her time, sneaking her forefinger past the placket of his Jockeys, stroking his hard length.
A sensation unlike any he’d experienced ripped through Jake, sending him to his toes. Damn. “Take it fucking out,” he growled.
“Absolutely,” Lea said, far more serene, clearly in command now. With her thumbs beneath his jeans’ waistband and the elastic of his boxers, she shoved his clothing to his knees.
Freed, his cock bounced, bumping Lea’s chin. Even that bit of friction was unbearable for Jake. Shoulders bunched, he huffed out air, then made a strangled sound at Lea’s fingers curling around his length, her other hand cupping his balls.
“Don’t leave me,” she murmured.
Was she joking? How could he? Jake lowered his face and looked at her.
Lea gave him a smile both pleading and hopeful, then on a wanton moan, pressed her face into his thick, dark bush.
Chapter Five
He smelled of unruly passion, of a male who made rather than followed rules, who took precisely what he wanted.
Tonight, Lea knew Jake wouldn’t be satisfied until her cunt and anus were deliciously sore from his use, her mouth filled with his cum, her body his to do with as he pleased.
Moaning at the thought, she inhaled deeply of his musk, relishing his scent and how his coarse pubic hair tickled her chin and cheeks. She smiled shamelessly.
He gulped air, releasing it on a noisy sigh. “Suck me.”
Was there any doubt? Snaking out her tongue, Lea ran the tip over the root of his cock. The hot, satiny flesh was such a contradiction to his wiry bush. To the side, she caught movement, Toby shifting his weight behind the chair. He was closer to her and Jake now, but his restraint hadn’t yet broken.
Too bad. Lea was going to show him exactly what he was missing.
Running her thumb over Jake’s lightly furred balls, so tight and plump with arousal, she inched her tongue down his long, thick, hard cock.
His body trembled at her carnal care.
She’d only begun. With gentle, teasing flicks, she tongued his shaft, following the prominent vein on top to his crown. A low groan rumbled in Jake’s chest. In response, Lea fondled his balls. His knees sagged briefly. On a muffled oath, he straightened once more, locking them. To each side, she saw his fingers curling into tight fists as he fought for control.
Determined to take it from him, Lea lifted his cock, tonguing the bumpy skin on the back of the head. Jake gasped. A scraping sound followed—the noise a chair makes when it’s bumped, causing its legs to move over a hardwood floor. Had Toby edged closer to see better? Or had he slumped against the furniture, his knees as weak as Jake’s?
Lea sensed she’d know in time.
For now, she concentrated on Jake’s heavy sex, particularly his balls. They smelled as succulent as the rest of him, the wrinkled skin delightfully ruddy and oh so male. Loosening her fingers, Lea regarded them resting on her palm, a gift any sane woman would want. Above her, Jake made a noise that told Lea of his frustration. He wanted more than her appreciation of his masculinity.
Yes, sir.
Obediently, she lowered her head between his hairy thighs. Parting her lips, she brushed them against his testicles. He groaned. Exhilarated by the sound, she opened her mouth and eased his right ball inside, stroking the rough skin of his sac with her tongue.
“Shit,” he groaned, then caught a breath, releasing it on a heavy sigh. “That’s unbelievably nice.”
No kidding. Lea enjoyed his slightly salty flavor, the lingering fragrance of leather clinging to him from his cologne and that awesome holster. Finished with his right ball, she pulled in a deep breath, then gave all of her love to his left testicle, suckling it gently, making certain not to harm him.
Given the sounds he made, Jake was definitely hurting, but not in a bad way. In her free hand, his cock seemed to get thicker, his flesh hotter.
Poor baby. His shaft wanted some TLC too.
Releasing his ball, Lea eased back and looked up. Jake’s head hung between his shoulders. Hair dangled over his forehead and past his ears. He heaved air like a man who’d just run the two-minute mile.
Toby cleared his throat, the sound halting, strangled.
Lea could almost taste his desire. He was so close to breaking.
But Jake was already hers. To reward him, Lea brushed the tip of his cock over her bottom lip. He pushed to his toes, then came right back down, the heels of his boots making sharp, tapping sounds on the floor. Its volume was no match for her hungry moan.
She licked the small slit in his crown, a tiny mouth glistening with pre-cum, so tempting and tasty.
Jake panted. He said something beneath his breath Lea couldn’t quite hear. Was he asking her to hurry up, to give him some relief?
How could she? They had so little time. She needed to make this last, to burn each image, smell, sensation into her memory so she’d have it for comfort when nothing but strangers surrounded her.
She barely knew Jake. She knew Toby even less, thanks to his iron will. But tonight they felt like family to Lea. Two strong men, both honorable in their own way, who’d stand by her side, protecting her…wanting her.
On a needy whimper, Lea opened her mouth and guided Jake’s cock inside, pursing her lips around his meaty crown. Fleshy and smooth, the knob was hot on her tongue.
“Fuck,” Jake whispered. He drove his fingers through Lea’s hair, using it to anchor her to him.
How unnecessary his action was. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he and Toby made her.
Refusing to think about the coming days, concentrating on tonight’s pleasure, Lea opened her throat. Inch by wondrous inch, she eased Jake’s length inside, not content until the tip of her nose touched his dark thatch.
He grunted loudly, the sound so uninhibited. His fingers dug into her scalp.
She pressed hers into his ass, separating the cheeks, her forefinger sliding down the furrow to his anus.
The second she stroked the tight circle, Jake’s breathing grew labored. He muttered an oath that sounded like an endearment.
The man wanted more.
Dutifully, Lea explored his most intimate opening, while easing his cock from her mouth, leaving only the crown inside, a savory treat. With the head trapped between her lips, she suckled and licked him simultaneously.
“Faster,” he growled.
Lea picked up her pace, though not to the degree Jake surely wanted. She enjoyed having him like this far too much, his badass body her prisoner, his pleasure hers to control.
Who called the shots now?
Of course, she’d pay for her disobedience later. Jake would see to it, slinging her over his knee, bringing his palm down hard on her naked ass, his slaps hard and stinging. When he was through, would Toby demand his turn in her punishment? Would he discipline her for making him lose control, for causing him to want her? Once her buttocks were burning from their palms and her openings were sore from their cocks, would they give her a moment to recover or would they demand still more?
Lea hoped for the latter, passion singing in her blood. She had to stop herself from sneaking a glance at Toby and going too fast with Jake, delivering him to blessed relief. At a painfully measured pace, she eased him back into her mouth, then slowly pulled away, releasing him once more, mimicking a real fuck, knowing her flicking tongue and suckling added several layers of pleasure to the act.
Not to mention exasperation.
As though he’d had enough of her sluggish moves, Jake gripped Lea’s head to keep her still, wordlessly telling her he was now in charge. Pumping his lean hips, he used her mouth as he would her cunt and anus, his stroke
s short so as not to harm, but also quick in order to give himself pleasure.
She submitted, though not fully, probing his anus with her fingers, while her free hand returned to his balls.
His thrusts slowed. He growled out several oaths and then he resumed, sliding his cock over her tongue, demanding satisfaction.
It came with his hearty bellow, the sound echoing through the room, his thick, hot cum spilling into Lea’s mouth.
Jake didn’t have to tell her to taste him, to drink him dry. She did so eagerly, willingly, wanting to experience everything she could with him, wanting him to know that nothing between them was unpleasant.
With her forehead against his groin and his flaccid cock touching her cheek, Lea heaved in air, the same as him. Blindly, she reached up, directing Jake to join her on the floor. On a weary grunt, he tottered back a step, his legs constricted by his clothing.
“Careful,” Lea said, “don’t fall.”
Jake gave her a look that said he hadn’t planned to. He was the big, bad marshal with the awesome weapon. The one he wore on his hip and the even nicer one between his legs.
Suppressing a smile, Lea patted the floor with her palm, inviting him to come on down. “Take a load off,” she cooed. “Relax.” When he did not, she prodded, “You must be so tired.”
He glanced in Toby’s direction as though to deny it, then returned his attention to her.
A pulse ticked in Lea’s cunt at Jake’s sudden intensity, his possessiveness. It told her he had no intention of resting so she could be with Toby, no intention of sharing her even if the man was finally ready. She was Jake’s until he was fully sated.
Lea sensed that wouldn’t be for a very long time. His previous fatigue had disappeared beneath brutal determination.
Her heart beat crazily. Her mouth went dry.
On her knees, she watched him sink to a chair, his legs spread as widely as possible given the constriction of his clothing.
“Take off my boots,” he ordered.
At his command, Lea obeyed. It wasn’t an easy task. She had to tug both boots, each surprising her with their weight. Pulling in some much needed air, she put them aside and peeled off his dark socks, running her fingertips over his long toes.
They splayed, then curled.
He gripped the chair’s arms. His expression was just this side of wild, his tone gruff. “Undress me.”
Slavishly, Lea did what he demanded, what she couldn’t resist. Her skin tingled with anticipation. A dull, needy ache settled in her pussy, moisture dampening it in preparation for his cock. She pulled his jeans and boxers down his calves, off his feet, placing them to the side.
The legs of Toby’s chair made another scraping sound.
Lea didn’t dare look. She knew Jake demanded her interest be on no one but him. Edging back, she watched as he went to his feet. Without him having to tell her, she stood and moved close, catching the scent of sex on his skin. Her belly fluttered. Her legs felt shaky. Pressing her mouth to his neck, she suckled gently, stroking his bristly skin with her tongue. And then she moved back, easing his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, coaxing it from him.
The fabric rustled as it fell to the floor.
Without pause, Jake was on her, turning Lea to face Toby, showing the man what he couldn’t yet have. With his large hands covering her breasts and his thumbs dragging over her nipples, Jake latched his mouth onto Lea’s throat and suckled hard, thrilling and marking her.
Through hooded lids, Lea saw Toby glancing from Jake’s uncivilized kiss to the man’s hands pawing and using her breasts. Lifting her arm, Lea draped it behind Jake’s neck, giving him full access, showing Toby she had submitted completely.
The man’s face colored even more, making his blond hair seem that much lighter. A pulse beat in his throat.
Lea snaked out her tongue, drawing it slowly across her upper lip.
Toby’s jaw tightened.
Abandoning her left breast, Jake trailed his fingers down Lea’s torso, leaving pleasant tingles in their wake. Dazed with desire, she sagged into him, her ass against his cock. Lightly, he traced the skin around her navel, then touched her diamond stud.
A gift from Danielle on Lea’s eighteenth birthday to celebrate that she was finally an adult. No one could ever tell her again where to live, who to consider family. For months, Danielle had worked three jobs, barely sleeping, so she could splurge on the body jewelry.
You can’t contact her ever again.
Lea swallowed at Jake’s remembered words.
You don’t want Danielle putting herself into danger, do you?
She’d give her own life first. Pushing back sorrow, refusing to let it defeat her or ruin this moment, Lea ran her fingers through Jake’s hair.
He stopped suckling her throat and rested his chin on her shoulder, his fingers working the metal button on her jeans. With it freed, he lowered her fly and dipped two fingers into the gap, touching the lacy edge of her thong.
Lea whimpered at the heat of his hand, his hot breath grazing her cheek.
Taking his time, as she had with him, Jake ran his fingers over her thong’s elastic, grazing her skin, producing sensations that reached the back of Lea’s throat and made her cunt ache with need.
“Take them off,” she cried, a plea, not a demand.
Jake kissed her shoulder instead, suckling it as he had her throat, marking her again.
The back of Lea’s head fell against his shoulder, her mind begging him to get on with it. She was already his, had been from the moment she saw him and Toby in the club.
Across the room, Toby growled softly, seemingly unaware of the crack in his armor.
Jake had no such restrictions on his behavior. Finished with his kiss, he bit her shoulder gently as she’d bit him, then eased back. Lea frowned at his retreat, not wanting it. Bringing down her arm, she looked over to see what he intended to do.
Jake didn’t make her wait long. He worked his thumbs beneath her jeans waistband and her thong’s elastic, shoving both down. Lea’s cunt was so damp, her underwear clung briefly to her skin. Given the sound of Jake’s breathing, he liked that. Bending down, he lowered her clothing until both garments were at her ankles, exposing her fully.
Never had Lea felt as nude, not even when she’d performed as SiNN in a roomful of horny men.
The hunger on Toby’s face stripped Lea further, leaving her no protection against what she knew he desired.
Not yet ready to share her, Jake straightened and moved into Lea again, one hand on her breast, the other dipping to her pussy.
Oh my God. Lea released her weight into him, her mouth sagging open as he ran his fingers down the length of her cleft, separating her lips, slick with arousal. This time, she lifted both arms, wreathing them behind Jake’s neck, allowing him whatever he willed.
He did not disappoint.
Squeezing her breast, he also concentrated on her cunt, easing two fingers inside her sheath. At the delicious pressure, Lea ground her buttocks against him, feeling his cock. Already it had grown thicker, stiffer, telling Lea that Jake would soon expect her to accommodate its impressive size.
Against the constraint of her clothing, Lea parted her legs as much as she could, offering Jake her obedience and will.
He flicked his left thumb over her nipple. With his right, he traced the contours of her pussy, her damp lips and clit.
His first stroke on the hard bud sent Lea to her toes, where she remained for a long moment before sinking back down. Waves of pleasure rose from deep within her, reaching the tips of her fingers and the soles of her feet. Breathing hard, she whispered, “More.”
Maintaining control, showing her who was boss, Jake stopped rubbing her nipple and only circled her nub, edging close, but not quite touching it.
Lea brought down her arm and dug her fingers into his wrist. “Please!” she cried. “Rub—ahhhh.” She choked out a moan at his thumb sliding over her small rise of flesh, making it even more
sensitive.
Through a haze of pleasure, Lea watched Toby’s reaction to the shameless scene. His tie wiggled with his rapid breathing. If he gritted his teeth any harder, she figured he’d break a few.
As though to taunt him as much as her, Jake stroked her clit lightly, maddeningly, urging her toward climax, while also denying it.
Again, Lea pushed to her toes, this time coming down hard, her running shoes making smacking sounds on the floor. She whipped her head from side to side, freeing a bit of her hair from between her and Jake’s body. The thick tress slid over her shoulder.
Her distress had no effect on Jake. Lazily, he explored and used her body. Each time she whimpered in protest, he stopped altogether, a reminder that the pace of her satisfaction was his to control.
Hers to endure.
When she let out a frustrated sigh, then muttered an oath, Jake nipped her lobe with his teeth, further chastising her.
At last, Lea yielded fully, her brain reduced to mush, her will nonexistent.
Jake paused a moment as though to test her. When Lea offered no resistance, plea, or demand, he moved his fingers within her sheath, withdrawing them slowly, only to burrow them back inside. His other hand left her breast and went to her clit, his fingers stroking it.
She fought a shiver, afraid it would cause him to pause.
He increased the pressure, rubbing harder, as though daring her to lose control so he could stop again, punishing her a bit more.
Jaw clenched, Lea resisted, breathing as deeply as she was able, making certain she didn’t fist her fingers or tighten the muscles in her cunt. She didn’t want to give Jake any indication of her distress.
He already knew.
His fingers slowed, then stopped, his chest bumping into her back with his deep breath.
Unable to stop herself, Lea mewed.
“Quiet,” he ordered.
Biting her lower lip, she obeyed and relaxed as much as she was able, a signal to him that she’d take whatever he imposed. If he demanded she wait all night for relief, she’d follow his lead.
Perspiration dampened the hollow of her throat and the skin beneath her breasts. Warm air from the ceiling vents poured down on her, drying it.
