Maid to Order (Man Maid Book 4)

by Rebecca Avery

  “It’s not him that I didn’t want to go…” he started and then stopped.

  That hurt… like a kick to the stomach kind of hurt. It actually winded her. It was her that Rusty didn’t want to go… not Danny. Had she been reading more into this seeming attraction between them? Rusty made it sound like his issues had to do with their age difference but was it really because he just wasn’t interested in her?

  “Thank you for not embarrassing me in front of your friends by saying that in their presence,” she choked, backing away from him slowly. “I didn’t realize that you just didn’t want me… to go.”

  “You don’t understand, Amy,” he said, advancing on her even as she backed away so that he remained close to her. “The idea of them seeing you in some skimpy little bathing suit makes me nearly as crazy as the idea of me getting to see you in it.”

  “What?” she asked, stopping suddenly so that his next step forward meant he was enveloping her.

  In the next moment he’d grabbed her up by the back of her neck with one hand and pulled her against him, bringing his mouth down to hers. She’d wondered what would happen if and when he caught her… now she knew.

  He licked into her mouth for a moment and then sucked on first her upper lip and then her bottom lip, only to repeat the process as though he was enjoying a decadent dessert. Her entire body was shaking and her skin was hot and tingly all over. The backs of her knees were burning. His lips were firm against hers and he tasted like the most exquisite thing… ever. He felt absolutely wonderful up against her, solid and hot to the touch, yet likely to cause her more pain in the end.

  When he finally relented and released her mouth it was only to say, “I’ve tried like hell to ignore this fucking attraction to you but you are turning me inside out. Good God, I can’t… I don’t do relationships, Amy. I’m fucked up so leave now and save yourself the trouble. Trust me… please, just go.”

  She could only stare at him since the entire lower half of her body was a sensational mess. When she failed to respond in a timely manner he whispered, “Run away from me, Amy. Run!”

  Instead she leaned up and kissed him again. His arms came around her to cup her bottom and pull her almost violently against the front of him. She could feel the ridge of his erection pressed up against her, which completely contradicted his efforts to get her to leave only moments before.

  He bent his knees and lifted her up, forcing her legs around his waist. Never releasing her mouth. Within moments he was walking down the hall toward his bedroom with her clinging to the front of him.

  Closing the door behind them, he laid her across his bed, following her down to the mattress and pressing his lower half against where she needed him the most. Pulling his arms free from beneath her, he brought them up to cup the sides of her face as he kissed her.

  Soon she was wiggling helplessly beneath him. They were both wearing way too many clothes. She pulled at his shirt, loosening it from his pants and sliding her hands underneath to the warm skin of his stomach and ribs.

  Rusty sucked in a sharp breath and then released her lips.

  “Please, Rusty…” she managed to say.

  Straightening a little, he managed to help her pull his shirt off. Upon the flash of the wickedly well-defined muscles that rippled down his belly, she stopped him from kissing her again with one well-placed hand on his chest.

  “Look at you,” she said, tracing the ridges with the finger from her other hand and watching the way his muscles bunched at her touch. “Can I lick them, Rusty?”

  The look on his face when her eyes made it back up to his had her worried. Had she overstepped some line of propriety with him? Pushed him too far? Had she ruined the moment? His dark scowl had her back pedaling.

  “Can I lick them… Sir?” she finished with a questioning smirk in an effort to save herself.

  “Jesus, you have a dirty mind and mouth,” he said, leaning down and kissing her lips again. “Which you are not using on my body… I’m overheated enough at the moment.”

  Then he worked his way out of her embrace to stand up and began undoing his belt and pants. She watched in anticipation. Since he had her trapped on the bed, she couldn’t get up to undress herself. He glanced at her a few times out of the corner of his eye as he unzipped his pants. She had to touch him… looking at him was no longer enough.

  Sitting up, she leaned forward and licked along one of the lines of muscles on his stomach. His entire body quivered, his head fell back on his shoulders and the moan that escaped his mouth was like music to her ears. She enjoyed the feel of his fingers threading through her hair until suddenly he gripped a handful and pulled hard enough to force her head back so that she was looking up at him.

  “If you never listen to anything I tell you again, may I recommend that you at least take heed of what I’m telling you now… keep that pretty mouth off of me or I may not be responsible for what I do to you,” he said.

  When she reached out to replace her mouth with her hands and rubbed them up his stomach, he again groaned before backing up a step. Then he forced her to stand up by the hair which he still had a firm grasp on.

  She dropped her hands down to her sides and he finally released her hair. He shrugged out of the remainder of his clothes as she stood there watching him, appreciating each new part of his body that was revealed.

  When he straightened up she couldn’t help but enjoy looking at every inch of him. He was a thing of beauty. The few men she’d been with in her life paled in comparison. They were boys where he was all man.

  As good as the sex between them had been the first time… she’d missed getting to see him in all his naked glory. He wasn’t that tall but he was compact and solid with wide shoulders and that stomach… His erection stood out with pride and she reached out to touch it.

  “I don’t think so, Amy,” he said, moving out of her grasp and reaching up to grab the side of her face and neck with his hand to hold her away from him.

  “Undress. Now.” He ordered, running his thumb across her lips.

  She began shrugging out of her shirt and he only released his hold on her when she moved to pull the blouse over her head. His hand immediately returned to her face and neck. “Lose the bra,” he said, studying her breasts intently. Her nipples pebbled within the confines of the material simply from the tone of his voice and the feel of his eyes on them.

  Reaching behind her, she unsnapped the latches and shrugged the straps down her arms. The bra had barely hit the floor when he moved up close to her, slid his free arm around her waist and bent her backwards. Then he leaned down and sucked one hardened nipple into his mouth. White streaks of fire shot down to nestle between her legs, making her dance like a flame.

  Releasing her breast, he moved to the other side but before touching it he said, “Now the pants…”

  When she started to do his bidding by unsnapping her pants, he drew her other nipple into his mouth, biting it gently and then flicking it with his tongue and finally suckling it. She’d stopped moving completely without realizing it and couldn’t continue. Every thought and feeling in her was centered on the feel of his mouth on her breast. After another round of biting, licking and suckling, he finally released her nipple and straightened up.

  “Move a little faster there, Ms. Carlton. You’ve worn my patience down to nothing and I don’t want to ruin your belongings by tearing them,” he said.

  His eyes were so intense she couldn’t look away. She somehow managed to kick out of her shoes, undo her pants, and then pull them off along with her socks. As she reached for her panties, she found his hands had beaten her there. He caught the sides of them around his thumbs and yanked them down her legs.

  Then, as before, he cupped her with one hand and his fingers explored her folds. Spreading the wetness within all around, ensuring the nub at the center was well moistened. His touch made her breath come in short gasps.

  “Lie down on the bed,” he demanded.

  “Awful bo
ssy… aren’t you?” she managed to croak out with a half-smile.

  “I’m going to suck on this…” he started to say and then rubbed his fingers harder and faster across the sensitive bud between her legs. He stared into her eyes as he did so, making sure that she was clear on his intent. She cried out a little at the sheer intensity of his touch.

  “Until I get myself under control again. So each time you come in my mouth and beg me to stop or fuck you instead… and I don’t… remember that I asked you not to lick me… and you didn’t listen either. So yeah, you might want to lie down for this,” he finished breathlessly.

  His fingers finally relented. She stepped out of her panties and sat down gently on the bed. Then she moved backward to lie against his pillows. He followed her on to the bed and she braced herself for what she knew would be bliss based on his kisses and touch. He remained kneeling between her legs just staring down at the center of her until, in a moment of self-consciousness, she asked, “What are you looking at?”

  “Perfection…” he said, again rubbing his fingers across the bundle of nerves hidden at the very center of her which was already begging for him. “All pink, wet and wanting me… it almost makes me sorry for what I’m about to do to all that sweetness. Almost…”

  Then he leaned forward and kissed her breathless once more before licking, sucking and nipping his way down her body to rest between her splayed legs. Suddenly she became a little unsure. She’d done this before with other men… but they weren’t Rusty.

  Just as she was about to tell him not to… she felt his tongue circle the folds there and then his firm lips latched on to the very heart of her briefly. Much like he’d kissed her mouth earlier, he did the same now, creating suckling sounds. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably and all she could do was make a few unladylike sounding grunts. Much like everything else… he was amazingly at this too.

  “Oh God, Rusty,” she managed to repeat no less than six times, her hands finding his hair, until suddenly rapture had her arching off the bed as she exploded from the inside out. His mouth relented with the sucking but his tongue continued to lick her… flattening firmly with each pass it made against her sensitive flesh . She could feel her heartbeat pulsing against his mouth.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist, anchoring her down to the bed where he continued to lick her softly until the sensations began to subside. Just as the feeling had settled to a dull ache, he again latched on to her and began the process all over again. His mouth moving against her in the most euphoric way until she was willing to confess anything to him for just a short reprieve from the hot shards of pleasure that were making her whole body convulse.

  After the third orgasm rocked through her, he finally relented with his mouth. Making one final sucking sound as he released her, he then began moving up and over her body, forcing her legs around his waist. “Now I’ll have both the taste of you and an image of that well pleasured pussy to keep me hard as a rock and awake all night. It will go right along with the memory of how good you feel. Keep those legs tight around me, baby. I don’t want to hurt you but I am going to fuck you until I’m as worn out as you are right now.”

  Then she felt him gently sliding himself into her body. When he was halfway in he suddenly reared up, slamming into her and hitting a spot that felt so good that it was too much to take. She tried to climb up the bed and away from him as again she began to feel her heartbeat mix with a flood of warmth and tingling where their bodies connected. It felt so amazing that it made her whimper. He slid his arm under her and around her lower back, holding her still as he slid back out and then rammed into her again, once more hitting the same spot.

  “I can’t take that… Rusty, please,” she begged. “This kind of pleasure is just too much. It’s so hot down there…”

  “You can and you will take it, Amy. You feel so fucking good, but if you pull away from me one more time, I swear I will hold you down. Don’t make me force you… I’ve done some bad shit before but not that… never that,” he panted as he again slammed into her. Again she tried to get away, even as she felt the beginnings of yet another orgasm building. This one promised intensity like she’d never experienced before.

  “I need you to hold me down, Rusty. I want it… but I can’t take this,” she begged. “It’s too much…”

  The arm around her waist tightened, anchoring her in place. Then his movements picked up pace until he was hitting the spot so hard and so fast that her entire body suddenly flushed cold and then hot at the same time. Her nipples tightened and spread fire up her chest to settle in her neck. Just as she started to cry out… he covered her mouth with his own… drowning out the sound of them both as he too went over the edge. His body bucked and thrashed on top of hers and she loved the feel of him coming apart deep inside her.

  “Fuck… I forgot a condom again. I even bought some. You make me forget myself, Amy. Shit… baby, I’m so sorry,” he panted against her cheek. “You just feel so amazing that all I can think of is you squeezing around my dick when you come. How bad I wanted to feel you orgasm. Damn it! I’m sorry but the softness of you against my mouth… I just stopped caring about the world or anything else but you for a minute. Then, when I tasted your cum on my tongue, I just lost it. And I forgot. I swear I’m clean… I swear it on my life. Hell, you’re the first woman I’ve been with in years so there’s no worry there.”

  “It’s okay… It’s been at least a couple of years for me too and I really am on birth control. I swear it,” she said. “If you want to make it up to me though… just let me hold you for a minute. That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt, Rusty. God you make my body take on a life of its own.”

  “I’ll crush you like this,” he whispered as he pulled out of her body leaving a void that she already missed. Then he kissed her temple and said, “Let me clean you up and then you can hold me for a little while before you have to go home.”

  Go home? She wanted to stay. Spend the night in his strong arms. Wake up sometime in the middle of the night and do it all over again. Tears clogged in her throat… choking her. Go home?

  Chapter Eleven

  “I changed my mind, Rusty,” Danny said adamantly. “If Amy’s not coming to the cookout then I want to go to her house instead.”

  There were moments when Rusty wasn’t sure which one of the two siblings was more frustrating. Danny or Amy. Danny didn’t want to go now because he’d somehow picked up on the tension that existed between Rusty and Amy.

  Now, the morning of Seth and Tori’s cookout, Danny no longer wanted to go and instead wanted to go to AmyCakes and then to stay overnight with Amy instead. That would leave Rusty on his own for an entire evening, which wasn’t a pleasant thought for some reason.

  Brutal honesty throat punched him at that thought. He was using Danny as yet another way to avoid having to deal with his own life. Just like with Ronnie, Seth and Ian… he was using Danny as a distraction. Where he’d felt like he didn’t have a choice with his brothers in arms. He’d chosen to get involved where Danny was concerned, claiming it was to help a friend. Which it was… partly.

  Danny was yet another person to focus on other than himself… as was Amy. The only difference was that Amy didn’t take his orders. Hell, she didn’t even listen to him half the time and instead did as she pleased… including flirting with him and teasing him beyond his ability to cope… ordering him to touch her.

  He’d tried explaining to Danny that Amy had to work but, not one to be sidetracked once his mind was made up, Danny had insisted he wasn’t going without Amy.

  “Let me call her then and see what time she gets off work,” Rusty replied with a heavy sigh. “Maybe she can meet us at the cookout.”

  Rusty hadn’t seen or heard from Amy since Thursday night when he’d once again lost what sense of honor he had and found himself between her sweet thighs. All his internal conversations about how young she was, how sweet she was, how wrong it was to take what she offered or the is
sues he had were blown out the window with his own confessions.

  Even now, staring at his cell phone trying to get the nerve to call her resulted in memories of her throaty moans as he’d pleasured her with his hands and mouth. The sound of her whimpers as he’d thrust his way to heaven… dragging her with him.

  He’d managed to skip a day without her but with his track record being what it was… that meant tonight, if he convinced her to go to the cookout with them, he’d more than likely fall off the wagon yet again. Once more he would claim that beautiful body of hers for the relief it offered him from the hell that was his life. God what a body it was too.

  All he could think about any more were those soft yet well-toned legs that could wrap around his waist as easily as they could wrap around his head. How he had buried himself in her first one way and then the other. She would be his for a third time in little more than a week since meeting her.

  For the first time in his life he understood the drunks that slept on park benches after having put the want of a drink above basic necessities. His body needed Amy, like the drunk needed a drink, an addict needed a fix or a smoker needed a cigarette. It was wrong to use her this way knowing he had nothing to offer her in return.

  Regardless of how often or in what way she offered herself to him, he now had a memory of all that sweetness… the enticing scent of her sex enjoying his touch and the salty taste of her on his tongue… but that was it. No more… he was a lot of things… but he wasn’t a user… of drugs or people.

  When he’d returned from the bathroom with a warm, wet washcloth that night, he’d found Amy already dressed and preparing to leave. He had immediately went on alert but she hadn’t appeared upset or, God forbid, hurt by something he’d done or said. She’d smiled her normal sultry smile, kissed him on the cheek and left without another word.

  He should have felt relief that she wasn’t expecting more from him than he could give. Maybe he should have held onto some hope that it would be the last of their sexual involvement with each other. Instead he’d lain awake in misery for the remainder of the night. Wanting what he shouldn’t have ever had in the first place.