by Zoey Marcel
Her jaw distended slightly, bottom teeth peeking out in vexation, as her eyes rolled upward momentarily. “This is what I’m talking about. So what if Carsten is gay? It’s a bigger deal that he used some poor woman as a beard instead of being honest about who he was. His being gay shouldn’t even be an issue.”
Heath really wanted to be alone right now. Her ranting proved an ample diversion from his troubled spirit. Maybe he’d better keep her around and set the record straight.
“I don’t care that he’s gay.”
“Well, you sure cared an awful lot that Heller was bi.”
He snapped and flew to his feet. “Will you shut up about Heller already? Yeah, I snitched on my friend and he got beaten up over it. How was I to know that would happen?” He stormed toward her. “And you got your pussy nibbled on by that McAlister brat, and now you expect me to hop into bed with you guys like some depraved pervert?”
“Keep talking, Heath. You’re just proving my point.”
He tugged on her arm to stop her from leaving. “I’m not like that anymore. If I have to share you for a little while to keep you safe, then that’s what I’ll do.”
He had to make sure that she was protected from that person he’d seen earlier at the McAlisters’. Not that she was in danger, but for his own mental well-being he needed to watch out for her.
“But quit throwing the past up in my face. I was never against gays. I put on a show, hoping for my father’s approval. I was raised a certain way. What did you expect?”
“You’re saying you’re not like that anymore?”
“No. I’m not.”
“How do I know that?”
“I just told you I wasn’t. If you judge me by the family I came from or my past, then you’re no different than the man I used to be.”
That humbled her. It only fueled his ego. There was a chance the true definition of humility would always elude him, but he was glad he was getting through to her, helping her realize he was different.
“I’m sorry,” she said faintly.
“I’m sorry, too.”
Saucy eyes flickered up at his. “For what?”
He scowled. “Lord, woman, are you really gonna make me say it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Fine, I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”
“What things?” She was clearly enjoying this.
“The insulting stuff.”
“Oh.” She dragged the word out with one controlled, exaggerated nod. “You mean about not liking loose women and me lying about the trauma I’d suffered?”
He winced. “Yeah, that. Now I feel like crap.”
“Good.”
They both smiled a little.
“I mean it,” he said earnestly.
She brushed his arm, awakening his cravings. “So am I. It was just a fight. We’re okay now.”
“Good. About Heller…” Heath paused, trying to find the words. “I need you to believe me when I tell you that I had valid reasons for outing him. I’m not saying it was right. I didn’t have a choice.”
Perplexity marred her pretty face briefly. “Why not?”
“Just…” He held up both flattened palms in front of him, withdrawing eye contact for several seconds before continuing. “Don’t ever ask me about it. If I had known what would happen to him, I would have taken the fall for him. Let’s leave it in the past. Can you do that for me?”
She looked baffled. “Okay.”
He smiled in relief and stroked her arm. “Thanks. Like I said, I’m willing to share you.”
“For how long?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m engaged. Well, kind of. I go back and forth because I don’t want anybody to get hurt, even though everyone thinks I’ll be safe.”
Heath’s gaze dipped and then met hers again. “The McAlisters?”
She nodded. “Do you still want me?”
He drank in every part of her. Sharing a woman wasn’t his thing. He’d do it for a little while for her, but not forever. She was engaged to them. It was serious. She’d known them much longer. He had no chance. Still, he could hold her until then.
He reached for her. “I’ll always want you.”
Her brown eyes searched his. “How long?”
She would choose the McAlisters in the end. He had no shot as the new guy she merely had a physical connection with. Maybe if he sexed her good and enjoyed time together outside the bedroom as friends, perhaps he would come to discover that it was enough. He would get her out of his system and then walk away as he had with his exes, both relieving and simultaneously disappointing himself that she wasn’t different enough to make him stay. She wasn’t the one.
Heath wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll take what I can get.”
His mouth came down roughly on hers as he laid claim to what was his. Over and over again he caressed her sweet mouth with his tongue, tasting her, exploring her, and possessing her like she belonged to him and the other men didn’t matter.
Danielle moaned softly and put her arms around him, smashing her body up against his. When he lightly kicked her legs apart, she widened her stance in surrender, her groan telling him how much she relished his control and roughness.
She carded her fingers through his hair when he knelt and tore at her fly like he was a sex-deprived teenager. He tugged her shorts and underwear down in one swift, fluid motion. The musky, delicate essence of highly aroused woman greeted his nostrils.
He seasoned her cunt with appreciative kisses that made her sigh and arch her back to get closer to him. A loud gasp fluttered from her when his tongue flicked into her creamy folds, savoring the erotic flavor of her. She tasted like a beautiful woman, like sex with the faint sweetness of fate.
“Heath, what if someone sees us through the window?”
Good point. That was all he needed—for this to be the precise moment his father happened by and saw him having his unmarried way with a woman dressed the way every female should be as far as he was concerned. His dad would hardly concur.
Heath rose and then led his woman—no. He couldn’t think like that. She was the McAlisters’ fiancée. She was just his bedmate. No matter that she was special and unlike any woman he’d ever met.
He walked her around the front desk and seated her on it with her legs dangling off the side. “Lean back.”
She obeyed, her heady sounds and bedroom eyes enticing as fuck. He knelt again and probed her drenched slit with his tongue.
She sucked in a sharp breath of air. “You’re so good at that.”
“Spread your legs wider like a dirty girl.”
He was rewarded not only with her immediate obedience but also with a decadent moan and a renewal of dampness in her swollen sex.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” she confessed breathlessly.
“Lie back and spread your legs, you slutty girl.”
Her thighs closed in on him marginally, and he poked his head up to see how she was doing. She’d withdrawn.
“I don’t have to call you that. You liked ‘dirty girl.’ I thought that would be okay, too.”
Her weak partial smile was teamed up with sad eyes. “I love ‘dirty girl.’”
“I won’t call you the other.” He rubbed her thighs and gave her a friendly smile.
“No. It’s okay. I liked it.” She seemed torn.
He lifted his hand, flipping it slowly like it was pancake. “But…”
She squirmed. “You really want to talk about this?”
“You don’t discuss what you like with your partners?”
“Not really. They either know how to please me or I let them think they do.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s lazy on your part and selfish of your exes. If you want something, ask for it.”
“A blueprint isn’t sexy.”
“It’s the only way shit gets done. Do you like the term ‘slut’ or not?”
She eyed him cautious
ly. “It depends.”
“On what?”
“Will you respect me enough to hold my hand afterward and drink coffee with me like a lady?”
Her pleading gaze had him wanting to coddle her and promise her guarantees of happy endings and love unfailing. She deserved so much happiness…even if it wasn’t with him.
That kind of sucked, but he tried not to let it bother him.
He took her hand in his, pleased by the emotion that passed over her. “You are a lady, Danielle. I’ll hold your hand as long as you want me to, and I’m proud to get coffee with you as long as you let me pay.”
Her white teeth made her complexion even more head jerking. “Then I don’t mind ‘slut’ when you’re going down on me.”
His eyes hooded as he breathed a kiss on her warm pussy. A breathy noise floated from her, and she automatically opened her legs to him even more. With steady, ginger strokes, he laved her wet cunt over and over again, making her legs tighten and shake with growing need.
He mostly licked her, but occasionally he’d stop and decorate her sensitive flesh with hot, moist kisses. The way she shivered and pleaded in sultry whispers unglued him. There had better be a fucking condom in his wallet. He wanted to lose himself inside her and never come out.
His barely there chewing and tender nibbles on her labia made her head go back and sometimes forward as she writhed against his face.
“I’m so close.”
He recalled what Brighton had said about BDSM, and for the life of him, Heath didn’t know why he gave a shit at a time like this. He wasn’t a Dom, more of a top, he guessed. If anything, he should teach the lady how to rebel against his rivals. Now wouldn’t that be something?
“You want to come, you beg me for it.”
Her ragged moan of protest and acceptance accompanied the desperation of her fingernails clawing at the desk she sat on.
“Heath, you’re killing me.”
“That’s right. You say my name, you dirty girl.”
Her cunt quivered, and he felt a pool of warmth seep from her channel. He was glad she liked filthy talk in bed. He was all about it.
“Maybe I’ll just get myself off.”
The sassy spitfire.
“You try and I’ll spank you. Hell, maybe I’ll just shove my cock deep inside you and fuck you until I’m spent without getting you off.”
Her whine made him chuckle.
“You can’t. I need it.”
“Then beg for it.”
Her clit basked in the heat of his breath. He followed the sizzling gust with a wet fleck on her clitoris. The flesh gave ever so slightly under his tongue, the protective hood shifting a bit.
A sob caught in her throat. “Fuck, Heath.”
“Did I tell you that you could swear?”
Her playful scowl dueled with his mocking grin. “I’m gonna smack you.”
He laughed and shook his head with a taunting sigh. “Oh Danielle, you’re gonna be hurting tonight, your ass and your clit and your pussy. And to think all you had to do was beg.”
She mewled as he toyed with her clit in tormenting circles.
He mimicked the Jeopardy music while waiting for her feminine pleas. Her light slap made him grin.
“Okay. I beg you.” She made moving quotation marks with two of her fingers on each hand.
“Worst actress ever. Beg me for release, or I’ll leave you hurting.”
He brought his mouth down over her entire cunt and sucked hard, lapping fiercely at her sex lips and giving teasing flicks and slurps on her bulging clit. His move shocked a fractured cry from her. She fell back on her elbows and pushed her mons against his face, driving her hot flesh deeper into his starving mouth.
“Please, make me come. I want it.”
He moved his mouth, smiling at her jolt and the way her jaw dropped, eyes lidded and face contorted with pleasure.
“My sweet slut.” He covered her smooth pussy in kisses. His adoring murmur became a beastly growl. “My good, sweet fucking slut.”
Her whimpers came faster, sounded more broken and needy. “Please.”
“Say you like my mouth better.”
She winced. “But I like you all.”
“Say it.” He lashed at her clit repeatedly, dragging her to the edge before cutting off her chances. “Say you like my mouth best.”
“Heath,” she pleaded.
A sharp outcry fled from her when he shoved two fingers up into her soaked channel and applied ample pressure to her G-spot. She clenched on him, squirming and panting at the sensations he gave her. He didn’t let her come, merely tormented her with what could be if she was a good girl.
“Do you want a spanking?”
She bit her lip, and he was pretty sure she did want one.
“Say what I told you to say, damn you.”
“It feels so good. I’m gonna come. Take that.”
“Like hell you are.” He pulled his fingers out, smirking at her frustrated sound. Dipping his pinky in her vagina, he collected some of her juices and then pulled it out. “Now, let’s try this again.”
He stuck his pinky up her asshole, shocking a delighted scream from her. The piercing yell made his dick jump in his pants. It was so swollen it hurt like crazy.
“Whose mouth is gonna suck you ’til you come?” He followed the question with a finger sliding into her slippery pussy.
“Yours,” she squeaked.
“That’s right.” The wild clutch of her cunt on his inserted finger made his loins burn. “And whose mouth do you prefer licking your pussy until you explode?”
Cream poured over his finger. Her anus sucked on his pinky, and her passionate noises got louder when he started tonguing her clit again.
“Yours,”
“Again,” he growled.
“Yours.”
“You’d better say my fucking name when you come.”
“I will. I swear.”
He told himself that this was part of the bedroom talk. Jealousy had nothing to do with it. Who was jealous? Not him.
He dug his nails into her thighs and lashed at her clitoris again and again when he thought of the other guy’s head down here.
Mine.
“Heath,” she breathed in ecstasy.
“Louder, damn you.”
“Heath!” she choked out as he threw her over the edge.
Her convulsing and pleading cries stoked the fire within him. He beat her wayward little clit into compliance with his will, and she kept right on whimpering his name and creaming all over his finger. Her pussy shuddered around his pointer while her anus gripped hard on his pinky.
When it passed, she jerked, her breath coming out in harsh pants and shaken gasps.
He stood abruptly and dug into his wallet for a condom. Holding the packet in one hand, he ripped it open with his teeth while his other hand freed the beast.
Danielle eagerly hopped down from the desk and yanked his jeans and underwear down. She knelt to suck his cock, but he wasn’t having any of that.
“Take your top off.”
“What if someone sees?”
“Better that than a spanking.”
Blushing, she carefully pulled her top off over her head, revealing a tan strapless bra.
He admired her provocative cleavage while sheathing himself. “The bra, too.”
The flush descended to her chest as she unhooked her bra and bared her breasts to him. He tossed her things aside and licked his lips at the fleshy aphrodisiac in front of him. He weighed her tits in his hands, watching her eyes close. Her breathing suspended as he groped her. Warm, down-soft flesh spilled over his hands. Her nipples distended.
“God, I can’t take it.” She reached for him and he spun her around and pushed her down over the desk. With a firm shove, he propelled the tip of his erection into her hot vagina. “Heath.”
He grunted, eyes jamming shut. “You’ll take it. All of it.”
He rammed forward, forcing her body to lurch and sen
ding his pounding dick surging all the way into the molten silk chamber of her damp cunt.
Breathe.
Her pussy was so tight. The flaming pool of suction embracing his covered shaft took his breath away. Gathering his wits about him, he began to thrust inside her. Danielle’s breasts ground against the desk, desperate cries and pleading whimpers pouring out of her.
“Too much,” she panted. “Too good.”
“Take it.”
A submissive moan was her only response as he pistoned harder into her body. The session didn’t last nearly as long as he would have liked, but he held out as long as he could, delivering the occasional punishing slap to her ass, thrilling at the way it jiggled and pinked beneath the erotic abuse. She ate it all up. Her cunt hugged and released his dick over and over again.
“Beg me some more and I’ll let you come.”
“No,” she groaned.
He swatted her ass, grinning when she shrieked and clenched on him. “Yes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He wasn’t a Dom and had no desire to become one, but hell, he could train to be one if it was a big deal to her. He preferred simple, “get to the fucking already” topping.
“Please let me come. I need it.”
“How do you want to come?” he ground out while fucking her.
“Sexually, damn it.”
He spanked her bottom hard, once on each cheek. Her buttocks tightened in defense and she squealed.
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s better.”
“Both ways, please.”
A cocky smirk took over. “You think I’m that good, huh?”
“I know you are. Nobody fucks me like you.”
“Fuck.”
Pleasure shot through his dick. Role-play or not, he didn’t care. Her words were addictive as hell. He drove into her harder and faster, with the occasional gyrating of his hips.
“Let me know when your G-spot feels like—”
“Oh fuck!” she sobbed.
Well, that was fast.
He reached around her and rubbed her hot clit, joining her external climax with her internal one. She wailed and pawed at the desk, pussy constricting hard around his cock. He grunted at the overwhelming pressure. Tension fired in his groin, warmed at the base of his spine, made his testicles heat with electricity.
