Blushing Violet

by Blushing Violet [EC Exotica] (mobi)

  His other hand moved away from her clit and he slid two fingers into her pussy. She immediately hovered on the brink of orgasm as he pressed into her G-spot, stroking her with both hands as he played with her body like the Master Dom he was. Thought was beyond her as she gave herself over to pure sensation, her muscles coiling tighter and tighter.

  He pressed down with both hands inside her, rubbing his fingers together against the thin membrane that separated her pussy and ass. “Feel that? Now imagine that’s two cocks inside you, rubbing together as we fuck you. Imagine Morgan’s cock filling your pussy while I fill your ass. How fucking amazing that would be.”

  All she could do was moan as he began to finger her in earnest. “I’d love to see you stretched out with our cocks, out of your mind while we fucked you until you couldn’t walk.”

  He pulled his fingers out and she let out a long, pained moan. Her whole body was on fire and it felt as if her pussy was so swollen that it was bruised. Her anus throbbed after the intrusion of his fingers and another squirt of lube was rubbed into it. Foil ripped and she held her breath as she waited for his touch.

  A moment later the substantial head of his cock began to breach her ass and she stifled a scream. He was so big, so much thicker than his fingers, and it hurt. He paused and gently rocked his hips back and forth so the head of his cock popped in and out of her ass. “You are so tight, it feels fantastic.”

  She moaned when the familiar sound of a vibrator buzzing filled the air. He pressed the little silver bullet into her hand. “For being such a good girl, you can come as much as you want while I fuck your tender little asshole.”

  The second the vibrator touched her clit she came with a loud scream. He swore softly as he pushed his cock into her, fighting the contractions of her body as she continued to come and shudder, thoughts filled with the wickedness of having his cock in her ass, of the painful burn that translated to pleasure from her overstimulated body.

  “Please, Master, fuck me,” she panted and pressed her ass into him, the burn of his cock stretching her insides while her clit twitched and jumped with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

  He set a slow, steady pace, until he finally was able to fully sink his cock into her body. When his hips met her ass he groaned and leaned forward, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples while he withdrew just the smallest bit before slamming himself back home.

  She tightened her ass and was rewarded with a hiss as Carlos grabbed her breasts. The vibrator hummed against her clit, driving her to seek her own release. The long, slow slide of his cock in and out of her ass made her tighten and moan beneath him. He released her breasts and pushed himself upright, grabbing her hips with both hands. Anticipation made her tense and he traced one finger down her spine from the base of her neck to where his erection pressed into her.

  Then he began to fuck her in earnest.

  The bed rocked beneath her cheek as he pounded himself into her, the hard muscles of his body smacking against her as he gripped her hips. She moaned with need as his ruthless thrusting drove her closer to the edge. The need became overwhelming and all of her attention narrowed down to his body moving within hers, the scent of their combined musk, and steady thrum of the vibe as she pressed it directly onto her clit.

  He must have felt her orgasm approaching because he picked up speed until their bodies came together with a loud smack of flesh. “Come for me, my Violet,” he said in a guttural tone.

  She froze, trembled on the brink until his hand came down on her ass with a loud smack. That jolt of hot pain sent her over the edge and she dropped the vibe as her body forgot everything but the amazing rush of her release. It felt so good to come with his cock stuffed in her ass and the orgasm was hard and intense.

  “I’m coming,” he said with a low moan and ground his hips into her body, riding the waves of her orgasm. She could feel his cock twitch and throb in her ass but she was too weak to do anything but rub her cheek against the comforter covering her bed as he emptied himself.

  In a marked contrast to the hard and deliciously painful fuck he had given her mere moments before, his withdrawal from her body was gentle. He stroked her back and made a soothing sound as she flinched when he finally pulled all the way out. As soon as his body was no longer tethering hers, she wiggled a few inches up to her pillow and collapsed, spread-eagle. Through a slit in her curtains the last orange vestiges of dusk burned away to darkness.

  Today had not gone as she had planned, at all, and she couldn’t be happier. The ever-present ache in her heart had vanished and in its wake burned a warm glow that seemed to illuminate her from the inside. Not only was she back together with Carlos, but he had introduced her to his father. Somehow that made their relationship seem more official and she couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips, still sensitive from Carlos’ demanding kisses.

  Little tremors shook her body and as the sweat began to cool on her skin she felt chilled, but was far too lazy to make the effort of covering herself. From the bathroom came the sound of running water and she wondered if Carlos would carry her into the shower and hold her up to wash her. The thought of moving anything beyond her eyelids seemed ludicrous.

  The door to the small bathroom off her bedroom opened and she halfheartedly lifted her head, then let it flop back down. Carlos laughed and said in a teasing voice, “Are you okay?”

  She blew a strand of hair off her face. “Ask me again when my brain decides to return to my body.”

  The bed dipped as he sat on the edge and she could feel the heat of his body. With a delicate touch, he cleaned her privates, paying special attention to her bottom. She winced as he wiped her clean and he slowed his movements. “Violet, are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Mmhmmm.” Her anus still hurt, but it was nothing compared to the memory of him filling her as she came hard enough to blast her mind into outerspace.

  A soft towel dried her off, then he gently inspected her bottom. “No tearing, but you may be a little sore.”

  Her body roused at the butterfly-soft stroke of his fingers over her anus, nerves sparking to life. He pressed gently against the entrance to her ass and she squirmed beneath his touch, at once aroused and hurting. He chuckled and the bed dipped again as he stood and returned to the bathroom.

  She had no idea how much time had passed, but when he returned to bed he gathered her unresisting body into his arms and slid her beneath the covers. His warm body felt so good to snuggle back against beneath her clean sheets and the scent of their lovemaking hung in the air. The crisp hair on his chest tickled her back as she pressed into him, secretly pleased by the way his cock thickened and grew hard against her ass.

  He gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into her softness. “Stay still, you little minx. Your body isn’t up for another round quite yet.”

  She pouted and turned in his arms to face him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Master, that was amazing.”

  Heat flickered in the depths of his dark eyes and his cock twitched against her belly. “I meant what I said, Violet.”

  His hair was soft beneath her fingertips as she brushed it back from his forehead. “What are you talking about?”

  “I would love to share you with your other boyfriend, Morgan, in bed.”

  She tried to pull back, but his arms locked around her in a steel vise. “Uh, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

  Little tingles of pleasure followed his fingertips as he stroked the tense muscles of her back. “What part about the idea bothers you the most? Honestly.”

  “What if you two fight?”

  “Well, I can’t speak for him, but if you like him as much as you like me I’d hazard a guess that he’s a pretty decent guy. And I don’t generally go around kicking pretty decent guy’s asses.”

  She frowned at him. “I’m serious. What if you get jealous, or he gets jealous and I lose you both?” Her voice grew thick. “I know it is horribly selfish and unfair, but I want bot
h of you and I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

  He continued to stroke her body with long, slow movements. “I wish I could promise that I won’t be jealous, but I can’t. I do know that long-term I couldn’t handle knowing there was another man in your life if he was a complete stranger to me.”

  She nodded and swallowed past her runaway emotions that had her close to tears again. “I can understand that.” She darted a glance up at his face, curling her fingers through his chest hair. “Morgan wants to meet you as well.”

  “He does?”

  “Yeah.” She smoothed her hand over his shoulder. “I-I was pretty miserable after our fight.”

  “Don’t you have to talk to someone in order to fight with them?”

  She pressed her forehead against his chest and mumbled, “You know what I mean.”

  “I do, but I’m still a little ticked that you wouldn’t talk to me.” He took a deep breath and her body rose and fell with the motion. “Without honesty between us there is no hope for any kind of relationship working. I don’t care if it’s just me and you, or all three of us. You can’t just run away when things get tough.”

  Guilt left a sour taste in her mouth. What he had described was exactly what her mother did, and she hated it. When things didn’t go the way she wanted, her mother would ignore someone until she got her way. Violet had been on the receiving end of that frosty silence more than once and she despised it. The thought that she did the same thing to Carlos made her feel at once ill and angry at herself. “You’re right. I was a coward to run away like that. I’m sorry.”

  “Hey now, you’re not a coward. You’re one of the strongest women I know.” He lifted her chin so she was forced to meet his gaze. “Strength isn’t all about being loud and showy. There is a quiet strength that is as endless and deep as the ocean, that’s what you have. Beyond that, you have more love to give than any woman I’ve ever met. More than enough for me and Morgan.”

  His compliment embarrassed her and made her feel good at the same time. God, she was a mess. “So, where do we go from here?”

  He pulled her onto his chest so that his hard cock rested against the moist slit of her pussy. “Well, it’s my turn to play with the vibrator now. I want you to ride me with your hands tied behind your back while I play with that pretty clit of yours until you can’t orgasm anymore.”

  Heat flashed through her body and she squirmed against his cock until the ridge of his head scraped over her clit as it beat with the pulse of her body. “I meant about you meeting Morgan.”

  His teeth nipped against the side of her neck, leaving behind a pleasant sting that he soothed with his tongue. “I’ll be out of town next week down in Miami for a photo shoot. Why don’t we set something up after that?” He laughed and worked his fingers through her tangled hair. “I have no idea what the protocol is for meeting my girlfriend’s boyfriend. Should I bring him flowers?”

  She giggled and ground her hips against his erection, making him all slippery with her cream. “Uh, I don’t think that’s his style. Let me talk to Morgan and see what he thinks.”

  “You do that,” he said as she reached over into the drawer next to her bed and pulled out a condom with anticipation sending a rush of heat through her body.

  Chapter Eleven

  Sunlight gleamed off the wet pavement as Violet drove toward her parents’ house in Auburn Hills. It was two days before Valentine’s Day and Violet couldn’t wait. She had picked out gifts for both of her men and laughed with Bethany while they hunted for the perfect greeting card for each of them. Last week Bethany had met Carlos before he left for Miami and pronounced him utterly delicious. Yesterday Violet and Morgan had met Bethany for lunch and afterward Bethany had calmly told her that she was going to kidnap Violet and impersonate her so she could have the experience of dating two of the most amazing men on the planet.

  Behind Bethany’s joking exterior Violet detected a hint of true longing, so she urged Bethany to give the Literary Love matchmaking site a whirl. Bethany had joked that she didn’t think reading Cosmo qualified as literature, but she would think about it. Violet really hoped she did, because everyone deserved a chance at true love. God only knows how she had been lucky enough to end up with not just one, but two men.

  She sang along with the radio, unable to contain her happiness. Morgan had called her twenty minutes ago to confirm the address for her parents’ house where he would be meeting her there to have dinner with her family. Normally the thought of leaving any man alone with her mother and sister would have terrified her, but she knew Morgan could handle them.

  It felt kind of weird to introduce Morgan to her family before Carlos, but he was out of town and her mother had demanded to meet the young man who was taking up so much of her time. While she’d met a few of Morgan’s sisters, she hadn’t been formally introduced to his family yet like she had with Carlos’ parents. Before she had started dating Carlos and Morgan, she hadn’t realized how much of her free time she spent running errands and doing things for her family. She was always the niece who would take her elderly aunts to Bingo, the daughter who would sit at her parents’ house and wait for the cable guy while her mom went grocery shopping, the younger sister who would feed Penny’s cats while she and her husband went away on vacation.

  To be honest, Penny’s husband always tried to pay Violet for cat sitting and was grateful for her help. Violet often wondered how such a nice guy ended up with a bitch like her sister. Brad, Penny’s husband, often said that he knew the moment he saw Penny cheering for the football team at a U of M game that he had known she was the one. It had surprised everyone when Penny brought home the team manager instead of the quarterback, but Brad had graduated with honors and was now a successful banker providing Penny with every luxury she could ever want. And she wanted a lot.

  The song ended and an annoying announcer blared about a monster truck show coming to the Joe Louis Arena. After flipping through the channels, she found a jazz station playing a mellow tune. Her peach-painted fingernails tapped out the beat with the snare drum as she coasted off the freeway. Morgan had introduced her to jazz and she had fallen in love with it during a long, steamy afternoon spent tied up in an elaborate series of silk ropes while Morgan teased and tormented her with a riding crop. Just the memory of his intense passion had her pussy clenching.

  To her delight, she had found some of the same CDs in Carlos’ music collection and had spent an hour dancing with him in front of his full-length windows. She had wondered how they looked together, swaying in the soft golden light of candles while a wicked and unexpected snowstorm turned Detroit into a winter wonderland outside. It had seemed so magical, held in the warmth of his arms as the world turned to ice around them. A small, irrational part of her hoped that since the men shared similar tastes in jazz music, they might have more in common.

  The only thing that marred her happiness was how fragile it actually was. If things didn’t go well next week between Morgan and Carlos, she was afraid she was going to lose both of them. She had tried to pick between them, even drawn up a list of pros and cons with both men and talked it over with Bethany. It always ended in a stalemate as her heart literally ached when she thought of not seeing either of them ever again. In a weird way, together they were her perfect man.

  While she waited for a stop light to turn green, she checked her makeup again. For the first time in years she wore a sparkly gray eye shadow that brought out the silver in her eyes. The kiss-proof, rose-pink lipstick made her lips seem fuller than usual, and she knew Morgan would love it. Her father might not approve of her form-fitting silver silk shirt, but it complemented the pearl-and-jade earrings that Carlos had bought her after their first date.

  Two nights ago she’d had dinner with Carlos’ family and had spent most of the night talking with his father while Carlos and his mother played chess in the family’s well-appointed home. Dr. Paolo’s passion for his work was evident in how carefully he paid attention t
o what she said, and he was very interested in her elderly clients that she worked with at the spa. Carlos had to practically drag her out the door while Dr. Paolo yelled questions about what type of aromatherapy was helpful for insomniacs.

  She pulled into the familiar driveway of her parents’ stately white colonial and parked behind her father’s sedan. There was no sign of Penny’s Mercedes and Violet let out a relieved sigh. For a while she and Penny had gotten along much better than they ever had, but that all changed last year. She didn’t know what had happened, but Penny had become steadily bitchier as time went on to the point where even their mother avoided talking to her. If Penny said one cross word to Morgan, Violet was going to have to kick her ass.

  The thought of rolling around on the floor of the foyer, punching and pulling each other’s hair like they used to when they were growing up made her laugh as she got out of her car and pulled her jacket tight. Her father had ignored them, but her mother had gotten sick of it one day and brought the hose into the house and sprayed them with it. She could still remember Penny’s shriek of outrage that had dissolved into a fit of giggles as they both ran outside to avoid their mother’s wrath.

  Before she even made it up the first step, the red-painted front door with its gleaming brass knocker swung open and the scents of home filled her nose on a warm draft of air. It didn’t matter how long she had been away, all she had to do was smell that particular blend of aromas that had sunk into the wood of the house and it was as if she had never left. Her mother smiled at her from the doorway, giving her a quick once-over and raising her meticulously shaped brows in surprise.

  “Why, Violet, have you lost weight?”

  She bit her tongue and shook her head, brushing past her mother and stamping the slush off her shoes on the mat just inside the front door. “Nope.”