And then—damn him—he’d begin all over again, tormenting her, giving her such excruciating pleasure that all she could do was moan and whimper.
“What do you need, baby?” he muttered just before he sucked her tightly beaded nipple into his mouth and plunged two fingers inside her hot channel.
“Trey,” she shoved her hips upward and moved a hand to grab his hand to hold it where she needed it, right on her throbbing clit. There. Pressure was what she needed. Yes, that was it.
“So fucking good,” she moaned. Then just as she was about to come—
“No, baby.” He pulled his hand away. Picking up her hand, he took it to his lips and nipped the ends of her fingers and then firmly put her hand back on the bed by her head.
Trey’s gaze, the pupils dilated in arousal until she could barely see the green of his irises, was fierce. His nostrils flared and the red flush of arousal on his high cheekbones was darker than ever. “Keep the hands where I put them, or I’ll restrain them.”
Her groan and a full body wiggle had him grinning.
“You like that idea, huh?” He petted her body, long smooth strokes from right below her breasts, bypassing her mound, then down her legs. Again and again, he smoothed his hand down one side then up the other.
Her arousal had cooled for what seemed like the hundredth time. It simmered under her skin. Her climax was once again just out of reach.
Well, dummy, stop moving your damn hands. He warned you.
A sharp pinch to her nipple got her attention and made her hiss. Another tweak had her moaning as the zing arrowed straight to her needy clit. “Answer, me, baby. Do you like the idea of me tying your hands to the bedposts?”
She did and she didn’t. Why was that?
Suddenly a cold chill shot down her spine. She whimpered as a dark arctic void in her mind opened up and threatened to swallow her and take her back to a place she’d thought she’d finally buried.
Tossing her head from side to side, she attempted to shred the gelid blackness to let the light and warmth of Trey’s love to shine through. “I-I d-don’t know—”
Well, that was a lie, she did know. Her body definitely wanted his dominance.
But it also wasn’t a lie, because she couldn’t vocalize her needs—her head wasn’t fully on board with all aspects of what that dominance might entail. Her memory held minefields and they’d inadvertently tripped one.
“Talk to me, Fee.” Trey covered her mound with the heel of his hand and made small circles over her pussy, maintaining their connection, but keeping it at a low simmer. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Effin’ Stall,” she choked out. Tears streamed down her cheeks unheeded.
“Aww, fuck. Sweetheart, forgive me.” Trey gathered her into his arms and held her against him while she shivered as the half-formed memory fully resurfaced for the first time since she’d been raped. She’d blocked it, buried it under thick layers of inky darkness in a corner of her brain.
“He tied me down.” She rubbed her cheek against Trey’s hairy chest, inhaled his musky scent now mingled with hers, and let it soothe her.
As quickly as the memory had surfaced, it receded. Fee was safe in Trey’s arms.
“Okay, okay. Shhh.” Trey rocked her against him. “We’ll forget—”
“No.” Fee pushed against his chest.
Trey immediately let her go. His expression, a mask of concern for her.
“We’ll try it—tying my hands—some day.” She pulled his face to hers and murmured against his lips, “When you first mentioned tying my hands, my body was all for it. I even shivered with excitement when you said it, but then the damn memories…”
Trey kissed the rest of her sentence right off her lips. “I understand. For now, put it out of your mind. Let me see if I can get you back to where you were before I put my foot in my mouth.”
“Trey, it’s not your—”
He kissed her again. “Shh. It’s okay.” He cradled her in his arms, then slid a hand down her stomach to her pussy and fingered her until she was wet.
Her man knew exactly how to touch her. He’d learned her body over the last hour.
Fee relaxed into his touch … his warmth. His kisses sent little ripples of electricity over her skin, even as his fingers slid over her pussy lips and clit, slowly building her need until release became a prime imperative.
“How’s that, sweetheart? Have I got your attention back on this sweet little clit? The clit I want to nibble, lick, and suck after I’ve given you your first climax.”
“God, yes.” Fee threw her head back as Trey slid one then two fingers into her pussy and pumped them in and out as he thumbed her clit. His fingers excited other nerves inside her. She clenched around them and knew his cock would feel even better.
When he lowered his head to lick her neck and then trailed his lips and tongue down her body to one painfully beaded nipple, every sensation coalesced and the pleasure swamped her senses. She screamed. The orgasm dominated her body and mind. Nothing else existed but pleasure, pleasure so overwhelming it was like an out-of-body experience; except it wasn’t, since she could feel Trey’s every touch, kiss, and nip. He used his considerable talents to milk her orgasm, prolonging it until all she could do was moan.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered against her ear before biting the lobe. “Give me more.”
And somehow, she wasn’t sure how, the pressure in her core began to build again. She climbed so high, so fast, she was scared. Fee wasn’t sure she could handle the perfect storm of sensations again. “No … I can’t.”
“Oh, you can. You will,” he muttered. “This time, I want to hear you scream my name.”
Trey swept down to her breast and suckled the nipple as he curled his fingers into a spot inside her that had her—“Trey … oh God, Trey. Fuck, fuck…”
Once again she lost the ability to speak. She could only moan, mewl, and grunt as he pulled every last paroxysm out of her body.
When it was over, Fee lay quivering, bonelessly, in Trey’s arms. Her body covered in sweat, hers and his. Her heart still galloped.
Trey nuzzled her ear, then whispered, “Again … you’ll come for me again.”
“N-no, no,” she mumbled. “Tired.” Shivering as her naked sweaty body cooled, she attempted to burrow into Trey’s big warm body.
“Trust me, baby.” Trey pulled back. “I need to come inside you.”
With the loss of the protection of his body, cold air touched every inch of her.
“Come back. Cold. So cold.” She reached for him, but he moved even farther away and the mattress shifted as he left it. Warmth in the form of a blanket was pulled up and over her body. “Trey?”
His lusty chuckle had her opening one bleary eye. He stood by the side of the bed, his cock erect and pointing straight out from his groin.
Okay, now she was hot again. Lust seemed to be exothermic.
Fee licked her kiss-swollen lips. Sweet Jesus, she bet the tip of his erect penis could reach his navel. She lifted a limp arm to see if she could test that theory, but—
“Hands on the bed, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
Fee gave him a come-hither smile, or at least what she hoped was one. “Come inside me, Trey.”
“I will. But not quite yet.” His gaze was ardent as he tucked the blanket up until her lower half was exposed. She swore little flames licked her nakedness. “I’m gonna feast first.”
Feast first? “No, Trey … I don’t think I have another orgasm in me.”
“Oh hell yeah, you do. In fact, you have lots more in you.” He got on the bed and moved her legs apart and crawled between them. “But that’s for another time. Tonight, we’ll stop with the three I’d planned.”
As he lowered his head to place gentle kisses up her inner right thigh, she squeaked, “Three? Do I have any input into these plans?”
“You made me leader, remember?” He nibbled her labia. She cried out. Then he licked around her openin
g until she moaned. “And I say you need three orgasms. I’m claiming you, little doc. Thoroughly. Breasts, clit, and vaginally. So, lie back. Keep your hands on the bed and feel free to scream and moan all you want.”
“God, Trey, I can’t. Oh my God,” she cried out as he took her clit into his mouth and suckled it.
He teethed the tender bud before releasing it. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He kissed her inner thigh. “God, I love how you taste. How you smell.”
He returned to her pussy and lapped at her clit, sucked her pussy lips … with an occasional thrust of his tongue inside her. As the sensations built on one another, all Fee could do was grip the blankets and feel.
What was the saying—oh yeah, be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.
*
“Come for me.” Trey sucked Fee’s swollen clit into his mouth and pumped three fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy. His other arm lay across her hips, holding her in place as he forced her up to another climax Her third this go-round.
Fee’s screams of completion had his balls tightening to the point of pain. All reins on his libido were now gone. He couldn’t wait to get inside her one fucking second longer. Her responsiveness and trust had brought them farther tonight than he’d originally planned.
It was time to make her fully his.
“Hold on, sweetheart.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy and sat back on his haunches.
Fee still writhed in the twisted sheets as post-orgasmic convulsions shook her. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward him. Her eyes flashed open and her mouth formed an O of shock. She shook her head. “So tired.”
“I know, baby. Just one more time. I promise. Then we’ll rest,” he murmured.
Trey placed her quivering legs around his hips, then lifted and cradled her small shapely ass with one hand. She clutched at the sheets beneath her as the rest of her weight was placed on her shoulders.
Wanting this first time to be good for her, he watched her carefully for any signs of fear as he fisted his cock and guided it into her opening. “You okay, love?”
She looked into his eyes. “Yes. Because it’s you. Make me yours.”
“All mine,” he said and then inched his cock inside the ring of muscles still clenching and unclenching from her last powerful orgasm. God, her pussy felt amazing. He had to focus so he didn’t come too soon. He wasn’t even a fourth of the way inside her yet.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” Fee cried out. Her shocked gaze caught his as he held still and let her adjust to his girth. “I feel you throbbing.” She shook her head. “Oh God, the pressure. It’s building again.”
“Come for me.” He slid his cock another couple of inches into her slick, tight heat and placed his thumb against her engorged clit. Fee hissed and then moaned. She had to be ultra-sensitive at this point, so he applied a deeper, firmer pressure and made a tiny circular motion over the bundle of nerves. “Come for me, baby.”
As he manipulated her clit, he seated his cock fully, his balls lodged against her sweet ass. “Fuck, yeah, that feels so good. So damn good. It feels like heaven and hell.”
“Trey?” Her voice wobbled, then she inhaled sharply and began coming. Her screams were soundless now as she arched and writhed in his grip as she fell into pleasure once more.
The pressure in his balls had grown more insistent. He groaned and began thrusting into her with short, powerful movements of his hips. Her vaginal walls alternately strangled and massaged his cock with the strength of her orgasm. It was no surprise that it didn’t take long for him to roar, “Fuck, I’m coming.”
He held her hips in both hands now and pounded furiously into her. Wanting to wring out every bit of pleasure for both of them, on each downstroke he ground his pelvis over her mound. His balls tightened and then his cum filled her. He arched his back, held her hips tightly to his, and grunted through the most painful pleasure he’d ever experienced.
Pulling out, he groaned as several last spurts of cum coated her mound and clung to her golden-red curls like seed pearls. The sight satisfied the primitive male beneath the civilized veneer.
Mine.
“Fuck, you’re wonderful.” He leaned over and took Fee’s mouth with a tender, loving, but still deeply carnal kiss. “You were made for me.”
Fee responded by moaning into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his. Maybe with not as much energy as earlier, but it was still a lusty response.
His little doc looked exhausted. It was now his job to care for her, make sure she rested. He’d hold her all night, surrounding her with his body and keeping her safe from all harm in and out of her dreams.
Trey moved off Fee’s body and lay next to her. She didn’t move or make a sound. He traced her rosy full lips with a finger tip. She muttered something incomprehensible and kissed his finger.
Fuck, she was sweet, and all his. He pulled her close and pressed her head lightly against his chest. He pulled the covers over them. He’d clean them both up later. Right now, he needed to hold her, savor the calm after the storm—revel as she relaxed in his arms, trusting him with all that she was.
After all the months they’d spent apart, he hadn’t realized how much he needed this first claiming until now … after it was over.
Fee was marked now, inside and out. She was his. His to protect. His to pleasure. His to treasure. And if that made him an alpha-male throwback, he didn’t give a fuck, because he was Fee’s alpha-male throwback.
CHAPTER 20
April 17th, morning
Floating on warm waves of pleasure, Fee moaned. A light breeze cooled her skin even as the sun bathed her body in heat and light. As the sensations ebbed and flowed over and through her, she moaned and arched her hips. “Awww, God. Please.”
Awakened by the building ecstasy, Fee gazed with blurred, half-awake eyes at the beamed ceiling of Trey’s dawn-lit bedroom. Just as she had the morning before, she lay, naked, amid the soft linens in the huge bed. Unlike yesterday, this time she wasn’t alone.
Fee arched into Trey’s talented hands and mouth. She now knew exactly what to expect from her lover—and wanted it … craved it. Their long night of love-making had also demonstrated Trey’s desire for her seemed to be limitless—and that she didn’t suck at sex.
“Trey…” His name was a mewling sigh on her lips. Her orgasm hovered just out of reach.
“Patience, sweetheart.” He chuckled. The vibration did amazing things to her clit. “I’m having fun.”
He rubbed a bristly cheek against her inner thigh. Her skin was so sensitized the abrasive touch shot an electric tingle straight to her pussy.
“Please … please…” She thrust her mound toward his lips.
“Greedy, aren’t you?” He kissed, then lightly bit the tender skin of her thigh, before he resumed eating her out. “Fuck, you smell good … taste good.”
“Oh, God-d-d that’s so-o-o-o good.” She reached for him and held his head to her, stroking shaky fingers through his thick, dark hair, and begged for—“More.”
“Hell, yeah, I’ll give you more.” Trey gave her one last lick, then pulled away from her hands. He knelt between her thighs and placed her legs over his shoulders. “Watch me as I take you.”
Trey stroked his erection. His shaft was heavily veined and his dark-plum-colored glans glistened with precum. She still couldn’t believe she’d taken that width and length in her several times already, but she had and now couldn’t wait to feel his rigid thickness inside her again.
“Baby, my eyes are up here.” His tone was both amused and totally immodest. He liked her looking at him, and he was worth looking at.
Fee’s hungry gaze traveled up his torso and traced each abdominal muscle, the same muscles she’d mapped with her tongue after their initial round of sex. She continued her visual journey with his marvelous chest which had just the right amount of hair.
Trey was hers now. Last night, she’d claimed him just as much as he’d claimed her.
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p; Finally, she stared into his emerald-colored eyes—eyes which burned for her with so much love and adoration that her heart stuttered at the enormity of his feelings.
“There you are.” With his hands on her hips, he stroked a finger into her opening. “So wet and ready for me. Can’t be gentle this time, baby. If you’re sore, tell…”
“Take me, Trey. Give it to me hard.”
“Fuck, I love you. So sweet and generous.” He lined up his cock and plunged into her throbbing and hungry pussy.
“Ohmygod!” A powerful orgasm instantly swept her into a maelstrom of sensation as Trey jack-hammered his hips. His long, thick shaft rubbed every nerve going in and coming out. The pace was both rough and exciting, pushing her pleasure even higher.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.” Trey’s voice was guttural … animalistic.
Eyes she hadn’t even known she’d closed flew open at his demand. The expression on his face was a rictus of pleasure and pain. His eyes had darkened to a stormy green.
“Fuck … fuck … so fucking good.” He lowered her hips to the bed and leaned over her as he continued to thrust. Bracing himself on his arms, he kissed and nibbled her breasts. “Love you.”
“Love you, too. Come for me.” She clutched his shoulders and held him as he threw back his head and came, grunting and quaking over her.
*
“Fee…” Trey brushed a kiss over her sweaty forehead. “…sex has never been this good before.”
He rolled off her body, immediately tugged her into his arms, and pulled the comforter over them. He’d never been a cuddler, but he was now. He’d found throughout the night he couldn’t handle her being too far from him.
“Really?” She leaned her head back on his supporting arm and gave him an incredulous look.
“Really.” He kissed the tip of her nose, then nibbled her lush lower lip. He shuddered as his cock seemed to be trying to find its second wind. His recovery time hadn’t been this quick since his teens. “Baby, what are you doing?”
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