by Carew, Opal
He lifted his head, then the vibrating cock touched her clit and spasms of pleasure rocketed through her in an instant orgasm. He quivered the vibrating device against her and she wailed her release.
He glided the shocking pink cock inside her. Deeply at first, then in and out a few times.
“Okay, now we’re ready.”
Ready for what?
With the cock still inside her, he grasped her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed. She dropped her feet to the floor and he helped her up.
“Turn around,” he instructed.
She obeyed and he grabbed a couple of pillows and dropped them in front of her.
“Lean on the bed.”
She leaned forward, resting her head on the pillows, leaving her back end high and accessible. He stroked over her ass, then she felt the dildo inside her back opening swirl around. Then he drew it out. Before she could get used to the resulting feeling of emptiness, he turned off the vibrator and drew it from her wet slit, then pressed it against her ass.
“Oh.”
The cockhead nudged her back opening, then he pushed forward and the cock slowly glided into her. Excitement quivered through her as his real-flesh cock nudged her vagina. He drove forward, filling her with hot, hard cock. With his arm wrapped around her waist, he held her tight to his body.
As he drew his own cock back, he also drew back the cock in her ass. When he drove forward again, he did so with both cocks. He increased the rhythm, pulsing in and out of both her openings. Like two men. Both fucking her.
Images of Ty also thrusting into her sent her pulse skyrocketing.
Her hands clutched at the pillows as intense pleasure built within her.
“Oh God, yes.” She sucked in air and moaned as he kept thrusting.
In and out. Deeper and faster.
Zeke. And Ty. Both inside her.
He nuzzled her neck. “Do you like the idea of being fucked by two men? Both of us driving into your sweet little body.”
She nodded, unable to utter a word as pleasure blossomed into full-blown bliss. Every nerve ending electrified.
“Are you coming, sweet thing?” he asked as he drove deeper.
She nodded again, then wailed in ecstasy. She lost all sense of time and space as she simply rode the wave of sheer unadulterated joy.
Zeke tensed behind her, his groin shuddering in spasms. Then he collapsed against her back, sucking in air. Both cocks slipped away.
“My God, woman, fucking you is intense.”
A jubilant energy bubbled through her and she began to giggle. She rolled onto her side, then slipped off the edge of the bed, her giggles turning to full-out laughter. As he tumbled on top of her, he rolled onto his side, tugging her against his body, chuckling the whole time.
As she lay on the carpet, tucked against his strong, warm body, she smiled, still high on the overwhelming erotic experience they’d just shared. That had certainly blown the doors off any doubts she might have had about getting involved with a man like Zeke. Good God, she’d never felt as alive as she had in his arms. And she’d certainly never felt as incredibly sexy.
* * *
Zeke held Marie close, watching her lovely face in the moonlight as she slept. Shit, he would never have believed a woman could get under his skin like this one had. Her love of adventure and willingness to try new things made her exceptionally fun to be around. And her endearing sweetness paired with her exuberance to explore a whole new world of sexual experience proved to be a powerful aphrodisiac.
But more than that, he felt special when he was with her. Her delicate femininity made him feel strong and powerful, yet her obvious strength of will assured him she wasn’t fragile. He could dominate her knowing she would keep her sense of self. And her sense of humor.
He smiled as he remembered rolling on the floor with her after their intense lovemaking. Laughter paired with sex. He loved it. Since he’d met her, he’d found himself looking forward to each new day just so he could be with her.
He tightened his arms around her. A huge thing was that she accepted him for who he was. Most people saw no further than the tattoos on his arms, the way he dressed, and the pierced spikes in his eyebrows. Many became anxious or intimidated, or reacted with disdain. Of course, some women found his rough edges sexy. But typically, they either wanted a short fling to satisfy their sense of danger then they’d move on, or they had a tough edge of their own.
But not Marie.
He stroked her cheek. So feminine and so sweet.
All the things he found so alluring in Marie were probably what Ty found attractive, too. He and Ty were both men looking for acceptance.
His heart ached at the thought of taking the woman Ty wanted. And it had been clear Ty wanted her. Zeke had seen that look in Ty’s eyes before. He’d probably had a plan. Marie had mentioned she’d ended a long-term relationship recently. Knowing Ty, he’d been waiting for the right time. Unfortunately, Zeke had shown up before Ty had made his move.
Damn, Zeke couldn’t steal the woman from Ty. He wouldn’t do something to hurt Ty again.
Even if it meant giving up the best thing that had ever happened to him?
What if Marie wasn’t interested in Ty? Or what if they started dating and it fizzled out? Zeke would have lost Marie for no reason.
Except that if he didn’t give her up, Ty wouldn’t get his chance to pursue Marie, and his resentment would build.
If only there were some way he could find out if Marie were interested in Ty before giving her up.
* * *
Marie awoke to the feel of a hard male chest against her cheek. She opened her eyes and found herself staring at a pair of blue eyes. She blinked. Dragon eyes. On the large tattoo covering Zeke’s chest, the colors delightfully bright in the dazzling sunlight streaming in the window.
She nuzzled her cheek against the dragon, then kissed its nose. Her lips grazed along the neck of the beast, until she reached Zeke’s beadlike nipple. She nipped, then licked. He murmured approvingly. Her hand stroked down the hard contours of his stomach, then trailed lower, anticipation thrumming through her. Just as her fingers stroked over his already rising cock, with a quick movement he grabbed her wrist, then rolled her onto her back. Catching her other wrist, he prowled over her, and pinned both her hands above her head. He smiled down at her, then nuzzled her neck, sending her hormones swirling.
She gazed up at his handsome, rugged face. Light glinted off the metal spikes in his eyebrow.
“Good morning.” She smiled.
“Yes, it is.” Still holding her hands pinned, he eased back onto his knees and gazed down at her naked breasts. The nipples tightened into hard nubs. “An amazing morning. Ripe full of possibilities.”
He pressed one knee between her thighs, then the other, and she widened her legs to accommodate him, her vagina aching with need. Would he drive into her now, with no foreplay, just a rough, raw coupling? Her insides throbbed with need.
But he simply watched her.
“I think we should have a little talk,” he said finally.
“Talk?” That’s not exactly what she felt like doing right now.
“I just want to know what your intentions are,” he said.
“My intentions?” She smiled. “Well, right now … to get laid.”
He chuckled. “That sort of takes me to my point.”
“I’d really like to take your point.” She wriggled against his knees and arched, trying to get closer to his steadily rising cock, but with no luck.
“I’m starting to think you just want me for my body,” he said.
“Well, it’s a damned fine body.” She grinned impishly. “And you use it so well.”
He pressed her legs wider apart and stroked his leg against her slit. She moaned at the feel of his muscular flesh stroking her.
“Now, be good and pay attention.”
She nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Now right there. That’s part of what I want
to talk about. You and I have been playing at Dominance and submission, but it’s been pretty light. What I want to know is…”
His pause lingered until she finally prompted him. “Yes?”
“What if I ramp it up several notches?”
Seven
Adrenaline rushed through her, shooting her level of excitement up several notches.
“I … uh … yeah…” Her stomach quivered. “That would be…” Exciting. Intoxicating. “… great.”
He brought his face close to hers. “So if I asked you to be my slave, and do anything I want … would you agree?”
Anything?
She gazed into his warm, olive green eyes. Despite his tough looks, the tattoos, piercings, and rough demeanor, she knew he was a good man. She could feel it.
“I trust you. What do you have in mind?”
“I want you to push past your comfort zone. I like to push the limits and I need a woman who’s willing to take a chance. Go for some adventure. But I’ve yet to meet a woman who can handle me, and I want to give you a chance to end this thing before we go any further.”
She almost got the impression he was trying to scare her away.
“I’m willing to give it a try.” She widened her thighs and pressed her breasts higher. “Master.”
He gazed at her peaked nipples and smiled, his olive green eyes darkening. He dipped his head and nipped one hard nipple, then sucked. She moaned at the exquisite pleasure. He kissed down her ribs, to her navel and swirled his tongue inside it, then proceeded lower. Her heart thumped loudly as she anticipated his touch down below.
But as soon as he reached her pubic curls, he changed directions, kissed her navel, and sat up.
He released her wrists, rolled her onto her side, and smacked her bottom.
“Now, slave. Go make breakfast.”
“What?” This was not at all what she’d expected.
“The correct response is ‘Yes, Master.’ ”
She stood up and narrowed her eyes as she gazed at him. Was she supposed to defy him to trigger some kind of punishment? Or would her refusal signal an unwillingness to follow his commands?
She decided to play it safe. “Yes, Master.” She reached for her clothes.
“No clothes. I want you naked.”
Okay, this was a bit more like it.
“Yes, Master.”
She strolled into the kitchen and began preparing bacon and eggs. Jade, who lay on her carpeted cat tree, bathed in a sunbeam of light, opened her eyes to watch Marie for a few moments. When no cat treats were forthcoming, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
Breakfast was well under way when Zeke showed up in the kitchen, fully showered and dressed, but still sporting an incredibly sexy shadow of bristles across his face and chin. He poured himself a cup of coffee while he watched her cook. She could feel his gaze glide over her body … and linger on select places.
She grabbed a spatula and scooped the eggs on two plates, then added bacon. She’d set a place for Zeke at the round kitchen table, and one for herself beside him. She’d already placed a plate of toast on the table, along with a jar of jam and of honey.
She stood by the chair, waiting for him to sit down. He grabbed her hand and tugged her into his arms. Her heart thundered as his tongue spiked into her mouth and thoroughly explored her inner heat. He pulled her pelvis toward his and she could feel his bulge press against her belly.
She wanted to drop to her knees right that second and tug out his cock and feast on it. He stroked his hands over her bare buttocks, then he gave her a light smack.
“Sit and eat,” he said.
“Yes, Master.”
She sat down, as did he, and she began to eat her eggs. Zeke sipped his coffee, then picked up his fork and took a bite. At the same time, his hand glided up her thigh. He found her mound and stroked it.
“Delicious,” he said as his fingers dipped inside her.
She widened her legs and he pressed in deeper. Two fingers, then three.
“Keep eating,” he said, and she realized she’d paused, enjoying his touch.
His fingers withdrew and slid to her aching clit. He dabbed at it, then stroked lightly. She arched forward a little, wanting more, but he withdrew.
Damn!
He ate some more, and before long, his hand found her again. He stroked her clit and she remained still. He rewarded her by stroking until she could feel the pleasure build … washing through her as an orgasm drew near … then he stopped.
He sipped his coffee and ate a little more, ignoring her fidgeting. A few minutes later, he stroked her again, until she was oh, so close … then he stopped. Again.
By the time she finished breakfast, she wanted to beg him to give her the pleasure she so desired.
But she didn’t. She’d learned that Zeke knew how to prolong her pleasure, and the prize was worth the wait.
He pushed his plate aside and turned his gaze to her. She stood up, her knees rubbery, and carried the two empty plates to the dishwasher, then retrieved the empty coffee mugs. Zeke followed her, and watched her place the dishes in the dishwasher. Once she closed the appliance door, he wrapped his hands around her waist and turned her around, then captured her lips again. Her bare breasts, the nipples aching, pressed against the soft cotton of his T-shirt, stretched across his hard male muscles. She leaned toward him, wanting to feel him against every inch of her body.
“Slave, kneel down and take out my cock.”
Oh, yeah, baby!
She dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, then reached inside for the prize. Her fingers wrapped around his thick, hard cock and she drew it out.
Hot. Hard. And enormous.
She wrapped her lips around him. His cockhead filled her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and around, loving the moan of approval he made. She glided down his shaft, taking him as deep as she could. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper still. He moaned again.
His fingers stroked over her hair. “Make me come, sweet thing.”
She dove up and down on his hard cock, sucking and squeezing, as she stroked his gloriously hard butt. He tensed and his cock twitched, then he groaned as hot liquid filled her mouth. She swallowed, then smiled and stood up. He tugged her into his arms and kissed her passionately, his hands stroking her ass in a very encouraging manner.
“You deserve a reward for that.”
He turned her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. The cold granite countertop startled her, sending her nipples pulsing with sensation, but she ignored it, concentrating on his hands gliding between her legs, stroking her wet slit.
Would he press his mouth to her opening? Or glide his cock inside and fuck her silly?
She felt his deflated cock press against her, instantly swelling as it slid against her wet flesh. He pressed it tight against her slit and it glided forward and back over her throbbing flesh. When it was long and hard again, he nudged it against her opening. His finger lightly tweaked her clit as the hard shaft slid into her.
Deep inside.
He didn’t draw back, just stayed buried inside her. He fingered her clit again and she thought she’d burst with pleasure, but he released the sensitive bud. His pelvis still pressed tightly against her, his hands glided under her body and cupped her breasts. She pushed back against him, wanting his cock deeper still, but it made little difference. She squeezed him inside her, clutching him tightly, then releasing, then tightening again.
Oh God, she wanted to come.
He tweaked her nipples, then drew back. His cock slipped away, leaving her empty. She continued leaning on the counter, hoping he would thrust into her again. Hoping he would fuck her until she exploded in ecstasy.
“Stand up,” he said.
She stood up and turned to face him, knowing her need must show clearly in her glazed eyes and burning cheeks.
“Follow me.” He led her into the bedroom and her hopes soared. “Lie down on the bed and spread your le
gs.”
“Yes, Master.” She hopped onto the bed and lay down, then opened her legs, a big grin on her face.
He picked up a blue cloth cuff and wrapped it around one of her ankles. It attached with Velcro. Then he attached another cuff around her other ankle. She hadn’t noticed the cuffs when she’d walked into the room, but now she saw that there were also two lying beside the pillows. All four cuffs were attached to straps that disappeared around the edges of the mattress. He attached the unused cuffs around her wrists and adjusted the straps until her arms and legs were pulled wide apart.
“Wait here,” he said, then turned to leave the bedroom.
Like she had a choice.
As she lay there alone, spread-eagled on the bed, her whole body thrummed with anticipation. She remembered the feel of his enormous cock inside her just minutes ago, stretching her. Now she thought about it moving inside her, of his hard masculine body pumping into her.
Zeke returned ten minutes later carrying a piece of paper. He set it on the dresser then grabbed a black strap from the bedside table.
“Open your mouth.”
She did and realized the strap was actually a gag as he pushed a ball into her mouth. As her mouth closed around it, she realized the ball was actually the shape of a cockhead. Her tongue explored it as he attached the strap behind her head.
He stroked his thumb over her clit and she arched against him.
“You are totally ready and want me to fuck you, right?”
She nodded.
“You really, really need a man inside you, right?”
She nodded again, squeezing the cockhead in her mouth.
“I don’t intend to fuck you…”
Her eyes widened and the throbbing between her legs intensified.
“Not now, anyway.” He smiled. “Are you ready to push your limits?”
Oh God, she wanted him to fuck her.
She nodded.
“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen.”
Eight
Ty put down his newspaper and stood up to answer the door. As he walked toward it, he saw an envelope sitting on the floor in front of the door. Someone must have slid it underneath. He peered out the peephole but didn’t see anyone on the other side, so he picked up the envelope and opened it. He pulled out a piece of paper with a note in a neat computer script.
