by Dee, Bonnie
Her man liked a bit of pain with his pleasure.
Keeping a gentle but firm pressure on his balls and the base of his cock, she hollowed her cheeks, applying more suction, and began to work him over in earnest. She took him in with all moist suction, letting him out with the glide of her teeth.
“Goddamnfuckingsonofabitch, that is so fucking good.” Carr arched up onto the balls of his feet, his hands grabbing the back of her head, holding her, taking over the speed and the depth of the thrusts. “God, Lily, don’t stop. Yeah, just like that. I am so-o-o fucking close.”
She moaned around his cock. His taking control excited her and the act was the stuff of all her fantasies.
As her man thrust ever harder, she moved the hand cupping his tightening balls, swept her middle finger through the saliva and pre-cum dripping down his cock and then inserted her spit-coated finger into his anus.
“Aw, fuck, fuck … I’m coming,” he shouted. He thrust into her mouth so deeply she feared she couldn’t handle him. She need not worry, even in the throes of orgasm he was attuned to her needs and he controlled the thrusts.
Finally, a strong stream of cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, but some cum leaked out of her mouth and down her chin.
“Goddamn that’s good, so fucking good, so fucking good…” His voice was low, husky, filled with masculine pleasure.
Both of them panted as if they had run a marathon.
With his cock still pulsing with mini-aftershocks, he withdrew from her mouth and dropped to his knees. He pulled her into his embrace and thrust his tongue into her mouth. At first his kiss was deep and sucking and rough, then he gentled it, breaking away from time to time to lick his juices off her flushed face. All the while he praised her in graphic terms.
Easing away, he touched his forehead to hers. “God, baby. Where did you learn to do that?” He stroked her back from her neck to the base of her spine, cupping her bottom in his hands and squeezing gently before stroking his way back up.
“Books.” She nibbled along his whiskered jaw line.
Neither of them could seem to stop touching and kissing the other. It was good—all good.
“Man, I’ve got to read those books.” He drew her flush against him, chest to chest, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. With her head nestled under his chin, he kissed her hair and continued to rub her back and butt.
“Apples.” She muttered, allowing him to take her weight, holding her up against him.
“What about apples, baby?”
“You taste like apples. Red Delicious.”
Carr laughed, his breath tickling her temple. “Good to know—but let’s keep that little detail between the two of us, okay?”
“Yep—and ditto for the peaches.”
“It’ll be our secret.”
Lily smiled. For the first time in a long time, she was whole. Bless Gaia. She yawned and snuggled into Carr’s arms as he took her down to their makeshift bed and cuddled her into his warmth.
Chapter Twelve
Tuesday, Midnight EST, a motel.
Trent punched off the cell phone and turned to watch Autumn while she walked from the bathroom to lie on the king-size bed. She was wrapped in a threadbare towel and her skin glowed from the hot shower she’d taken.
They’d stopped for the night at a no-tell motel in Burn Kill, New York, a small, off-the-beaten track town, in order to deal with the side effects of the morning-after pill. He suspected they were the only guests, the desk clerk had been far too happy to see them.
“Feeling better, sweetheart?” He came to sit next to her on the bed.
“I’m fine. The shower helped the cramping quite a bit.” Autumn tugged the sheet up to cover herself, letting the towel drop over the side of the bed. “What did KOTE say? Will they give us asylum?”
He didn’t want to talk about KOTE or Brody or any of Earth’s problems, he wanted to haul the sheet off her and make love—but it wasn’t going to happen. Autumn was in no shape for intercourse. She needed rest and tender loving care. He mentally lectured his dick to settle down. His dick wasn’t listening. He shifted his hips in an attempt to rearrange his package so as not to cut off the blood supply.
“Yeah,” he said, “but there’s a glitch.”
“What glitch?” Her voice tightened with stress.
He stroked some damp hair off her cheek, caressing the soft, flushed and dewy-from-the-shower skin. His hand shook with suppressed rage as his thumb swept over a particularly ugly bruise Brody had given her. He took a few calming breaths. She didn’t need to be exposed to his anger, she’d had suffered through enough violent emotion in her short life.
Autumn covered his hand with hers. Her eyes glowed with love for him. He was so blessed that she trusted him with her safety and care—and soon, he hoped, she’d trust him with her body. From the day he’d first seen her, he’d worshiped her, desired her. He’d made it his number one priority to save her from Brody. Their love affair to this point had been platonic, quickly stolen kisses and tender embraces grabbed when they could. They’d both decided to wait on intercourse until they were out from under the thumb of Brody’s tyranny.
“Trent?” She stroked his forehead. “You’ve gone away somewhere.”
“Sorry,” he said, his lips twisting into a self-deprecating smile, “I was just thinking of how much I love you.”
“And I love you—and later I’ll show you just how much, but first…” Autumn leaned forward and kissed him “…tell me about this glitch of KOTE’s.”
She wanted to make love—tonight? His dick hardened another notch on the Mohs geological scale of hardness.
“The New York KOTE staff can’t take us in right now. There’s no one to process us or our information.”
“Why? Is it because of the Code Talisman you told me about?” She captured his hand and took it to her lips, kissing his palm before taking their joined hands to her sheet-covered lap.
“Partially. It seems there are two crazy-ass bastards wreaking havoc right now. Half the New York staff is dealing with an Irish Destroyer and aiding some newfound Irish Terrans in destroying his plans to resurrect Ba’al.” Autumn gasped and squeezed his hand. “Yeah, sounds pretty bad. On top of that, the other half of the New York staff is on their way to Mobile and the KOTE Hurricane Defense team.”
Autumn’s forehead creased. “Did Algernon plan on an Air disaster along the Gulf Coast? He never bragged of anything like that to me when he…”
When he beat, tortured and raped her.
Trent shook his head. “He never said anything to me, either. And we both know how he liked to boast about his plans—plus, I would have told you. It could be mentioned somewhere in the hundreds of files I downloaded from his computer—but I haven’t had a chance to look at all of them.”
“So the hurricanes—”
“Tropical depressions right now,” Trent interjected. “The contact person I got at KOTE said the conditions are ripe for Category 5 or above. Potentially worse than Katrina.”
“It has to be the Gaia effect. Trent?” Autumn pulled his hand to her breasts. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, his jaw. “We need to go to Mobile and help. We’re Air elementals. They’ll need us.”
Trent returned her kisses. Damn, he loved the taste of her, pure ambrosia. Loved her spirit that not even Brody’s evil could corrupt. “I knew you’d feel that way.” He smiled and touched his forehead to hers. “The New York contact I spoke with has arranged for us to fly out of Trenton, New Jersey, on a KOTE jet later this morning.”
He pushed her gently back upon the pillows and leaned down to kiss her more deeply. He broke off before he was tempted to do more than just kiss her. “Try to rest. We’ll grab a few hours of sleep, then drive to New Jersey. They’re waiting for some Nova Scotian Air Keepers as well as us—they’ll hold the plane until all of us are on board.”
“We could leave now, if…” she said, her words a whisper-soft breeze over his lips.<
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Kissing her one more time, he cut off her offer to leave now. He was being selfish, but he wanted these few hours with her alone before he had to share her with the world. He stood up. “We can rest for a while, sweetheart … you had a rough day.”
He traced her delicate eyebrows. Her shining gaze held sexual promises he knew he should deny. She was bruised and had all the side effects of the morning-after pill to deal with—sex should be the furthest thing from either of their minds. But he knew he’d take whatever she offered—and he promised himself to make it good for her.
“I’ll grab a shower.” He turned to go into the bathroom, but stopped when Autumn called out.
“Trent?” She peeked at him through her lashes, her voice low and sultry. “Make love to me—please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Take your shower, sweetie. I’ll be here … waiting.” Autumn snuggled down under the covers. “I love you, Trent Steed. Thank you for loving me, for getting me away from…” Her words trailed off with a slight hitch of her breath.
Fuck, she was crying. Trent hurried back to the bed and gently gathered her into his arms, kissing the tears from her cheeks. “I thank the gods for bringing you to me. I only wish I could have…”
She touched a finger to his lips. “Shh, the past is done. We’re the people we are now because of what we’ve survived. Something tells me this is the way it had to be. So no more ‘what-if’s’ or ‘should have’s’ from you. You saved me. You love me. That’s good enough.”
“I treasure you, Autumn.” He bent his head and took her lips. “Now, I’d better get that shower so we can take care of your needs before we both catch some sleep.”
“My needs?” Autumn smiled and stroked a loving hand over his cheek.
“Your needs.” He stood and walked to the bathroom. A quick cold shower and a hand job would have to suffice for him. Tonight, this first time, would be all about Autumn’s pleasure.
*
Autumn eyed the muscled length of her soon-to-be lover. She sighed. Finally she’d have the pure spirit-mind-body love of a Terran male.
Trent was concerned because of Brody’s abuse, but unnecessarily. All the months as the devil’s toy, while painful, had not destroyed her core strength. Trent didn’t understand just how strong she really was. She hadn’t either until Gaia had come to her in a vision in the moments after Brody killed her parents. The Earth goddess had prepared her for the tests to come, given her the strength to endure, and promised she’d be one of those who would bring Brody down.
Gaia had also chosen Trent to be her Protector and Consort—her lover. He also was far stronger than anyone realized, far stronger than his half-Terran heritage would indicate.
It had been lust at first sight, for both of them. Their love grew as Trent attempted to protect her from Brody. It wasn’t his fault she didn’t let him. She—and Trent—had to get as much information about Brody’s plans as they could in order to stop the devil’s nefarious plans. She just hoped they hadn’t waited too long to reveal all to KOTE.
Autumn reached for her backpack and retrieved the velvet bag containing her mother’s jewels—and one other thing. She took out the amulet of the Air Talisman. It lay dark and quiescent. Until the time she was needed arrived, it would remain so. She suspected the time was near. When she was called, Trent would receive the companion amulet. It would be then that they were truly and completely one in mind-body-spirit.
But it couldn’t hurt to get in some practice loving her man before that time.
The sound of the shower ended. Long seconds passed and finally the door to the bathroom creaked open. Trent stepped through, a towel wrapped precariously around his lean hips.
Autumn licked suddenly dry lips. Her gaze traveled over his broad shoulders, noting the strong musculature of his chest and the smattering of light brown hair. She followed the line of silky hair where it bisected his ripped abs before disappearing into the top of the towel. The bulge of his cock lay behind the thin-from-too-many-washings terry cloth. She forgot all about looking at his legs, what she wanted lay behind the towel.
She lifted an arm and crooked a finger. “Bring that cock here. I want it.”
“Autumn?”
She grinned. She’d shocked him with her frank language. He had to get over thinking she was fragile—innocent. She was neither. Brody, thank the gods, had not been her first lover. Prior to her marriage, she’d adored sex with the right man. Trent was the right man now and forevermore.
“I want to suck your cock, sweetie.” She dropped her grip on the bed sheet, exposing her breasts. Her actions caused a shift in the thin fabric of his towel, the bulge had become a log. “Would you like that?” She eyed his arousal and imagined its heated thickness in her mouth. She’d found soon after losing her virginity that she liked sucking cock; it gave her not only pleasure, but also a sense of power.
“Autumn … baby … I’d love it, but—”
Trent was so cute when he was protecting her. “Trent, I’m fine—I don’t think me sucking your cock will hurt at all—and it will give me pleasure to pleasure you.” She licked her lips to drive home her point. “Come here.”
Her oh-so-noble and caring lover approached her slowly. He stopped an arm’s length away from the side of the bed. “You want my dick in your mouth, yes?” She nodded. “I want to pleasure you, also.” She smiled and nodded again. “And we need to get some rest before we drive to New Jersey.”
Autumn let out an exasperated sigh. “Is there a point here, sweetie?”
Trent smiled. “Yeah, sixty-nine. Me on the bottom and you on my face. I can pleasure you and you can take what you want of my dick.”
Autumn laughed. “That’s a point well taken.” She threw the sheet completely off and moved to make room on the bed for him. “We can dispense with this.” She ripped the towel off him. His cock bobbed up and down. It was a manly piece of art. Long, but not too long, maybe seven inches, thickly veined. The slit on his cock head pooled with pre-cum. She leaned over and swiped her tongue across the small hole. “Yummy.”
His low-voiced “fuck me” was the only warning she got.
He lay on the bed and lifted her over him in one swift movement. His hands were strong but gentle around her waist. He tugged her hips down and kissed her mound lightly before he began to fuck her with his tongue. Deep, hard, curling thrusts of his tongue hit the overly sensitized walls of her vagina. It was too much, too fast.
“Trent!” she shrieked. No one had ever eaten her with such enthusiasm before.
He paused, his words muffled by her body. “Autumn? Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, it’s…” She stroked his muscled thigh as she braced herself. “It’s too sensitive … I need a slower buildup.”
A caressing hand over one ass cheek told her he was okay with instructions. She smiled and moaned as his lips and tongue took a more leisurely path around her labia. With each journey around her sex, he lingered over her clit, nibbling and sucking on it, before moving on to cherish her labia once again.
He paused, his nose nuzzling her inner thigh. “Is that better, baby?”
“Perfect,” she purred, gasping as he deeply tongued her opening for a second before resuming the slower path to build up her excitement.
As he meticulously licked figure-eights on her folds, she came to the conclusion that her man liked to eat pussy. Lucky her. She could live with his enthusiasm. There would be times she’d like the fast and furious wham-bam approach, but not today, when she was still recovering from Brody’s less-than-tender approach to sex.
Shoving her soon-to-be-ex to the back of her mind, she settled down to enjoy her lover’s oral ministrations and to do a little eating of her own.
She took Trent’s cock in her hand and held it steady before leaning over to lick the head like a drippy ice cream cone, swirling her tongue over and around the tip with an occasional dip of her tongue into the welling hole. Those occasional dips drew an answering
growl from her lover and a nip to her clit.
Autumn liked his growls, but she wanted more than an occasional sexy sound from her man.
Leaning over even further, she took his hard length into her mouth and began sucking it. With each pass she took more and more of his length until she could feel it touch her throat.
Trent’s “fuck, baby” had her smiling around the thick cock in her mouth. He liked being deep-throated. She would have to remember that for a day with better access. Her head hanging over the end of the bed would work much, much better for that kind of oral action.
Pulling up on his shaft with her lips, she followed with her hand in a twisting motion. On the downward motion, her hand led the way, with her mouth following. Settling into a comfortable sucking motion, she fondled his balls. When his body shuddered and his vocalizations became more and more animalistic, she knew he was close.
She let his cock slip from her mouth and held it in one hand as she lifted his balls to her mouth. She licked them like a mama cat licking a newborn kitten, cleaning the saliva and pre-cum off them before sucking one then the other into her mouth.
Trent shouted, “Sweet-fucking-hell.” His hips arched toward her while she suckled his balls in turn. After giving them each a little nipping kiss, she turned her oral attention back to his cock.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, baby. Suck me. You are so good.”
Her treatment of his balls had him renew his efforts to make her come. His tongue and lips now ate her more firmly, and the pressure in her sex built and built.
“Harder, Trent. I can handle it.”
Controlling the thrust and drag of his cock with just her mouth, she wet a finger on the saliva dripping down his cock, then slipped it under his sac to find his opening.
She fingered the sensitive opening, before thrusting her finger into him, matching the rhythm of her cock-sucking. He roared his pleasure into her mound—and came … and came … and came. She swallowed every drop. When his cum stopped flowing, she let his limp member fall from her mouth. Taking it in her hand, she gently lapped the cum from his spent cock.
