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Cindy gulped down the triple espresso she'd made herself. After getting up at two in the morning and working until noon, she'd tried to take a nap, but she'd been too wired from the anticipation of seeing Derek again that night that she'd been unable to sleep. Now she was desperately tired, but she had no intention of falling asleep before she found out exactly what kind of assistance Derek needed with a strawberry shortcake.
Visions of licking whipped cream off his perfectly sculpted body clouded her mind, and she nearly stepped out in front of a speeding car. But she pulled herself back just in time. When the light turned, she raced across the street. She drained the last sip of espresso and put her cup into her backpack as she dug for the key to the bakery's back door.
She took a deep breath as she turned the key and let herself into the store room. She heard the low throbbing beat of dance music coming from the kitchen. Derek had to be here then. Every one else on the staff preferred the local country station.
Her heart pounded. Would he be glad that she'd come or would he regret his impetuous behavior that morning. She sure hoped he'd want her to stay. Having a taste of him had only made her hungrier. She realized her hands were shaking as she sat down her backpack and got an apron from a hook. She was going to make a fool of herself. She just knew it. But she had to see this through.
She pushed open the swinging door to the kitchen. Derek's back was to her and her gaze dropped immediately to his tight ass encased in faded denim. He was busy making cake batter and didn't hear her over the mixer and the radio.
She watched him, loving the way his body moved slightly in time with the music. When the mixer stopped, she managed to force a hi from her mouth.
He turned and gave her a wicked smile. "Hi, yourself. I was starting to think you weren't coming."
She felt heat rise to her cheeks. "Oh, believe me, I couldn't have stayed away." Oh, shit. That sounded so sadly desperate. Cindy wanted to smack herself as soon as the words were out of her mouth.
But his smile widened. "I need you to be here."
She tried to fight it but her gaze dropped to his crotch. His cock was obviously erect. It strained against the fabric of his jeans which were so tight she could even see the outline of his balls. She barely resisted licking her lips.
His laugh brought her gaze back up to his face. She saw heat flash in his eyes.
He gestured for her to join him. "Come taste this batter."
She did as he asked. But instead of offering her a spoon, he dipped his finger into the mixture and brought it to her mouth. She sucked it in and ran her tongue the length of his finger. The batter was rich and delicious but it couldn't compare to the taste of his warm skin.
She sucked his finger deep into her mouth, wrapping her hand around his so he couldn't pull away. He moaned and she sucked harder. She gave his finger the same treatment she longed to give his cock, licking and sucking, kneading his hand like she would his balls. Finally, she pulled back and looked up at him. "The cake is delicious."
He smiled. His bottom lip was red and full where he'd sunk his teeth into it. "So are you. Crush these strawberries and I'll be ready to assemble the cake."
"But won't it have to bake first?"
He gave a low laugh. "The cake for our customers will have to cook. My cake will have a very different base."
A shiver of lust ran over her as she turned she slid the bowl of strawberries and down the counter. The chopped berries were soft from soaking in sugar, and she easily pushed them through a wide sieve making a thick strawberry syrup. By the time she'd finished, Derek had gotten the angel food cake in the oven and set a timer.
He came up behind her, Leaning his hands against the counter on either side of her, trapping her against the warmth of his body. "Are you ready?"
Her mind spun from the rich earthy scent of him and the low vibration of his voice next to her ear. Finally, she managed to nod.
He picked up the bowl of syrup and set it next to the canister of whipped cream. Then he cleared a big space on the large island they used for kneading bread and rolling out cookies. "Take off your clothes and lay down here." He tapped the counter.
The breath rushed out of Cindy's lungs. She felt heat creep into her face again. She glanced at the door leading to the bar and seating area. "But what if-"
He shook his head. "No one else is here and the doors are all locked."
The crotch of her jeans was soaked through with cream, but her heart pounded against her chest. Did she really have the nerve to do this? "I-I don't think . . ."
He raised his brow and stared at her. "Cindy, I said strip. Now."
She bit her lip to hold back a whimper and then reached the hem of her t-shirt. She pulled it over her head, baring her breasts to Derek. Her nipples puckered tight as Derek stared at them.
Derek licked his lips. "Mmm, they're just begging to be decorated., aren't they?"
She swallowed hard as she wrestled with the fastening of her jeans. Finally getting the zipper down, she pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them and her sandals. She hadn't worn any panties, wanting to feel the part of the slut who would go to work to fuck her boss after hours.
She looked up at Derek when she was naked, nervous he'd think her breasts too small and her hips too big. But he stared at her like a hungry wolf. "You're perfect."
She turned toward the counter and pushed herself up, bracing on her hands. Then she turned herself and wiggled her bottom up onto the counter. She had to bend her legs to fit, but she managed to settle onto her back.
Derek picked up the bowl of strawberries and tipped it, letting it spill onto her breasts and belly. She sucked in her breath as the cold berries hit her skin, but the feel of the thick syrup running down her sides only heightened her arousal. It felt like a tickling caress, and she couldn't wait for him to lick it off.
She sucked in her breath when he lifted the canister of whipped cream. He squirted circles of cream around her nipples and then decorated her belly button. She squirmed as it tickled. He gave her thigh a light slap. "Be still. I'm not finished."
She moaned. She was so ready for him. He squirted the whipped cream across her lips. She felt her eyes widen but she stayed still.
He pulled his t-shirt over his head. Then, finally, he bent down, bringing his lips toward hers. "Keep your hands above your head and don't move." His authoritative tone made her shiver. She clenched her inner muscles, desperate for more contact with him, but otherwise, she obeyed.
His tongue swiped back and forth across her lips. She wanted to open her mouth and welcome him inside, but she managed to fight the urge. She couldn't keep her hips still though. They rose and fell from the counter as Derek licked his way down her neck to the berries and cream on her breasts. When his tongue swiped across one of her rock hard nipples, she whimpered. Her breath came in pants and she felt so hot she thought she would explode. She was sure her own cream had run down her pussy and onto the counter.
Derek licked every last bit of cream and berries from her breasts and then her belly with agonizing slowness. His tongue tickled her navel, and she couldn't help but bring her hands to his head to push him away. He took one of her wrists in each of his hands and pinned them to her sides as he continued his feast. Her hips bucked up and she fought his grip. She was growing more and more desperate. "Please."
He lifted his head and smiled at her. "Please what?"
"Please fuck me."
He laughed but he moved to stand at the end of the counter. His hands went to the fastenings of his jeans. He opened them slowly and pushed them down until his cock sprang free. "Is this what you want?"
She licked her lips and tried to catch her breath. God above, he was huge. "Y-yes"
He wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her to the end of the counter until her pussy was inches from his cock. Then he pulled a condom from the back pocket of his jeans. He sheathed himself quickly while she watched. Her heat beat impossibly fast. She didn't think she'd ever wanted anything as much as she wanted him to fuck her right then.
He pulled her even closer, and she felt the tip of his cock press against her. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him deeper, but he held her hips back. "I don't think I can go slow."
She shook her head. "I don't want slow."
"Good." He thrust hard and deep.
She gasped, but she had no time to catch her breath before he pulled back and thrust again and again. Her legs tightened around his waist, and she gripped the edge of the counter as she slammed her hips against his, determined to meet every thrust. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the wild ride.
He slid his hands up her thighs pushing them back and then pulling them up over his shoulder. He was able to stroke her even deeper now, but it still wasn't enough, she wanted him to consume her completely.
She opened her eyes for a moment and the sight of Derek mesmerized her. His head was thrown back. His chest rose and fell as he panted. The muscles in his neck stood out with fierce tension. He looked primal and beautiful. Then he looked down at her and she saw heat flame in his eyes.
He let go of one leg and reached between her thighs to thrum her clit. With a leap of heat she was right on the verge of coming. Her eyelids fluttered closed as sensation overcame her.
"No. Look at me."
Heat raced into her face, but she opened her eyes. "I want to watch you come."
She couldn't take her eyes off him. He squeezed her clit. She gasped as her orgasm tightened all her muscles. Then her body shook as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her. She felt like she was being tossed on angry waves.
She heard Derek shout, but he sounded very far away. Then she felt the pulsing of his cock inside her and his explosion of pleasure brought on even more spasms of her inner muscles as she milked every drop of come from him.
Finally, he collapsed against her, her legs doubled under him. She reached up and stroked his hair and the sweat-slick skin of his back. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Then the oven timer rang. "Shit," Derek muttered. He pushed himself up, pulled his jeans up onto his hips, and went to get the cake.
By the time he got back to her, Cindy was sitting on the edge of the counter, still trying to calm the rapid beat of her heart.
He ran a finger down her chest and brought it to his mouth to lick away the sticky residue of strawberries and whipped cream. "Did you enjoy that?"
Cindy couldn't believe how quickly her body was ready for him again. All he had to do was smile at her, and she was hot and ready.. She smiled. "I sure did, but I hope you're up for more."
He raised his brows.
She reached for the whipped cream. "It's my turn to make a cake."
Despite promising her sexy neighbors that their night of wicked fun wouldn't be a one-night affair, Kerri had studiously avoided them for the last five days. Not that steering clear of them had been all that hard. The photo shoot they were working on was keeping them out late, and she'd actually succeeded in getting up early in the mornings to go to the gym. Allen had left her a message a few nights ago, but she'd made sure to call when she knew he and Nick wouldn't be home.
She'd fantasized about sleeping with the two of them for months, and the reality had been even better than the fantasy. So why wasn't she hanging out on their doorstep as soon as they got home each night?
The thought of being with them again made her heart flip flop. She felt different about them since they'd slept together. She'd always found them desirable but now . . . she was afraid she might be falling in love with them. And they were clearly in love with each other. She didn't know if she could bear to be an outsider in their relationship.
She climbed the five long flights to her apartment, feeling jittery and sad. But when she opened the door, she was greeted by a trail of rose petals that led down the hall to her bedroom. Her heart pounded, and she started to back out the door. But then she saw a note, laying on the floor. The blocky handwriting was clearly Nick's. She picked it up and opened it.
Kerri,
If you are willing to trust us, strip and come to your bed. If not, stay dressed, and we will know you wish us to leave.
Nick and Allen
Her heart pounded. Would she accept their challenge? If she didn't, she knew they would walk away just as they said, but she might never again get to experience the rush of raw pleasure she'd had in their bed. Still, she really didn't want to get hurt and screw up their friendship.
She took a long, deep breath. Her hands went to the fastenings of her pants before her mind had fully decided, but she did nothing to stop them. When she was naked, she walked down the hall with slow steps. She paused and took one last, deep breath before she opened the door and walked in.
Nick and Allen were on their sides on the bed, their legs twined around each other, their mouths fused. She watched the muscles shift in Nick's broad back as he rubbed his whole body against Allen's. Both men ran their hands along the other's skin in frantic strokes.
Nick rolled slightly, pulling Allen on top of him. Kerri sucked in her breath when she got a glimpse of their cocks sliding against each other. Nick's hands dug deep into Allen's shoulders, and Allen bucked against him. One of his hands snaked up Nick's ribcage to torment his nipple. Nick moaned long and loud.
Nick noticed her first. He pulled his mouth away from Allen's with a final swipe of his tongue across Allen's lips, and they both turned to face her. She realized her mouth was hanging open.
Both men laughed, as they took in her obvious excitement. They swung their legs off the bed and stood.
"Get on the bed. On your back." Nick's voice was demanding but the wicked smile on his face put her at ease.
As she complied, she noticed ropes peeking out from between the mattress and box springs. A wave of dizziness washed over her. What exactly did they have in mind?
Nick reached for one of her arms and pulled it up over her head. "If we do anything you don't want, say the word 'red', and we'll stop."
She nodded, unable to find her voice.
Nick wrapped a velvet-lined cuff around her wrist and attached it to one of the straps dangling from the mattress. Allen did the same with her other arm.
Nick ran his fingers down the side of her face. "Are you all right?"
She nodded again. She could barely breathe, but her whole body felt lit up with desire. She'd fantasized about being tied up before, but she'd never trusted anyone enough to let them do it.
Her heart raced as adrenaline pumped through her body. Her chest was tight and butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but she had no desire for the men to stop. Each one secured one of her ankles, spreading her legs wide. Then they stepped back.
She watched as both of them looked up and down her body, as if they were drinking in the sight of her spread open for them. The intensity of their gaze brought heat to her face, and she closed her eyes in a feeble attempt to hide from them.
"Look at us." Nick's rough voice sent a shiver across her body, but she continued to squeeze her eyes shut.
"Kerri." Allen said her name like a caress.
She breathed in and opened her eyes as she exhaled.
Allen was standing behind Nick with his arms wrapped around his lover's waist. He stroked Nick's cock with one hand while the other lifted and teased Nick's balls. Kerri couldn't take her eyes off Allen's hand as it slid up and down the length of Nick's thick cock. He had her mesmerized.
Nick chuckled. "I'm glad to see you still appreciate our attributes."
She smiled as she felt heat rise to her cheeks.
"But what I don’t understand is why, when you so obviously still want us, we've had to tie you up to get you to pay attention to us."
Kerri's breath rushed in and out in pants as she looked from one of them to the other.
Nick looked positively primitive with his long dark hair hanging down over his shoulders and a feral smile on his face. Allen smiled at her and continued to work his lover's lover cock in a slow rhythm. He looked lost in the pleasure of the moment.
Nick frowned. "Whatever your reasons, we're here to see that you admit how much you want us."
Allen crawled up on the bed and bent his head over her stomach. He licked and nipped at her flesh making a wet trail up to the underside of her breast. She sucked in her breath. As he neared her nipple, her body became a mass of tense anticipation.
When he finally sucked the tight peak into his mouth, he bit down, letting her feel the scrape of his teeth. Kerri arched up off the bed, crying out.
She heard Nick laugh as he settled between her legs, but she had no time to feel embarrassed by the intensity of her reaction. Nick lowered his head and swiped his tongue through her wetness, pressing firmly against the end of her clit, and she cried out again.
Both men worked her in earnest. Allen using hands, tongue and teeth to stimulate her nipples until a deep ache radiated through her breasts and down her belly. Nick sucked and licked and nibbled at her clit while he finger-fucked her hard and deep. In no time, she was writhing and twisting on the bed, jerking at her bonds in a fruitless attempt to free herself and get more of what she needed.
Nick curled his fingers forward inside her as he drew her clit strongly into her mouth. She felt herself reaching the brink of orgasm, but Nick pulled back. Allen released her breasts simultaneously and sat back on his heels.
Her body vibrated on the edge of orgasm. "Please."' She struggled against her restraints, but they held fast.
Nick caressed the inside of her thighs. "Promise not to ignore us again, and we'll let you come."
"No, please."
Nick reached forward and pinched her clit tightly, but he let go without letting her go where she needed to. "All you have to do is promise not to avoid us."
"I-I can't."
"Why not, Kerri?" Allen's voice was filled with sadness, despite the heat in his eyes. "We know you like us."
She felt tears come to her eyes. "You love each other and I . . . I really like you. I'm frightened by how much."
Nick smiled. "We really like you too Kerri, and we're both open to having a third person in our relationship."
Her heart hammered. "You are?"
"Yes," Allen said as he caressed the side of her face. "Let's give this a chance."
A lump formed in her throat. She couldn't swallow around it so she just nodded.
"Excellent." Nick smiled down at her, his eyes widening as he looked at her swollen and deeply red nipples. "But right now, I want to work on giving you the best orgasm of your life."
She gasped, and her hips reached up for him. He released her ankle restraints and then settled between her legs again. She could feel his cock brushing her wet lips as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Are you ready?"
She nodded.
"Good. Wrap your legs around me and hang on."
She did as he said, pulling his hips to her as he thrust in deep and hard, nearly giving her his full length in one stroke.
Allen positioned himself behind her head and rose up on his hands and knees so his cock hung just above her lips. She raised her head and swiped her tongue across the tip, tasting pre-come as it dripped onto her tongue. He groaned and lowered himself so she could take him into his mouth. She tugged at her restraints, wanting to be able to grab his hips and pull him down to her so she could swallow more of him.
After letting her pussy adjust to him, Nick began giving her fast, hard, strokes, stretching her wide. She dug her ankles into his ass and twisted her hips, trying to rub herself against his pubic bone.
Allen leaned forward, and she heard Nick groan. She released Allen's cock long enough to see the two men kissing each other. The thought of their hot tongue sliding against each other as they fought to take possession of the other's mouth made her moan.
"Give me more," she begged as she drew Allen's cock into her mouth. He arched his pelvis, and she took him deeper, relishing his salty taste.
Nick gripped Allen tight for leverage so he could fuck her even harder. His hips slammed against her, rocking her body impossible fast. She whimpered around Allen's hard flesh, sucking him strongly and rubbing her tongue back and forth against him.
Allen made a strangled sound, and she felt tension seize his body. Then his cock spasmed, and he flooded her mouth with hot come. The rush of power at having brought him off sizzled through her, and as Nick thrust deep, she convulsed around him, flying into oblivion.
As if from a distance, she heard Nick groan, but he withdrew from her. Allen shifted, pulling himself from her mouth, and she saw Nick pump himself a few times before he released jets of come onto her belly.
Allen bent and started cleaning her with his tongue as Nick hung over her, panting.
Allen licked her in earnest, groaning deeply as he lapped up his lover's come from her skin. When he'd caught his breath, Nick sat back on his heels and smiled down at both of them.
When Allen's had tended to every inch of Kerr's breasts and belly, he sucked Nick's softening cock into his mouth. Nick groaned and Kerri couldn't help but lick her lips.
When Allen released his lover after giving him a thorough cleaning, Kerri saw that Nick was getting hard again. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of having him inside her again.
Allen sat back and reached for the cuffs at Kerri's wrists. When he released her, she rolled to her side and sat up. She opened her arms and both men came to her. She hugged them fiercely. "Thank you."
Nick reached down to squeeze her ass. "Our pleasure. We knew you'd see reason if we could get you naked again."
She leaned back to look at them and rolled her eyes. "You would."
Nick laughed. "We'll expect you at our door precisely at nine tomorrow night. After seeing how beautiful you looked tied up I've got some great plans for you."
She took a deep breath. This was going to be a wild ride.
Kerri dragged herself up the last flight of stairs to the door of her fifth floor walk-up. She fumbled for her keys, causing one of her grocery bags to crash to the floor.
"Fuck!" Of course the can of tomatoes would have landed on her toes.
Jamming her key into the lock, she jiggled the stubborn thing and finally got her door opened. She kicked the stray bag inside figuring she couldn't do much more damage to the items inside.
The first thing she noticed as she used her hip to shut the door was the key to her neighbor's apartment lying on the nightstand. She let out a disgusted sigh. She'd been planning to collapse in front of the TV and try to forget the hell of a day she'd had. She'd forgotten she had to feed Nick and Allen's cat.
The two men were commercial photographers, and they'd been out of the country on a shoot. They were due back tomorrow. She considered putting her duties off, knowing she'd been giving Sasha, their grey Persian, extra treats all week, but she hated the thought of the little furball going hungry.
With an annoyed snort, she stuffed the milk and eggs into her crowded refrigerator and grabbed Nick and Allen's key.
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Kerri bent to pick up Sash's bowl and froze. Someone was in the apartment. She grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and crouched behind the bar. She'd started to dial 911 when she heard a low chuckle that could only have come from Nick. Peeking out from behind the bar, she saw her two friends. They were in the living room, wrapped around each other in the midst of a hungry kiss. Kerri couldn't take her eyes off them. She couldn't even breathe.
Nick's hands gripped the front on Allen's shirt, snapping buttons as he ripped it open. Allen released his lover long enough for Nick to push the shirt from his shoulders. Lowering his dark head to Allen's chest, he began making long strokes with his tongue. Allen groaned as Nick licked at his nipples, and his hands tore at Nick's long dark hair, pulling it free from its tie.
Kerri's nipples tightened to painful points and dampness coated the thin silk of her panties. She'd secretly fantasized about watching Nick and Allen together ever sense they'd moved in. She found them both wickedly sexy and the idea of their perfectly sculpted bodies rubbing against each other had filled her head many a night as she'd lain in bed with her vibrator. Now that she was seeing them for real, she couldn't bring herself to walk away.
Nick continued laving attention on Allen's chest as he worked the buttons of his own shirt and shrugged it off. Allen gasped when Nick's teeth dug into the dense muscle above his nipple. Nick gave a throaty laugh and stood.
Kerri's eyes remained glued to the men as Nick unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. He wore nothing underneath, and his cock sprang free. Its thick, rigid length reached nearly to his navel. His hands cupped the side of Allen's face. "Suck me."
He pressed Allen down to his knees.
The sight of the Allen's mouth engulfing Nick's cock made Kerri moan. She brought her hand to her mouth to try and stifle the sound.
She watched the well-defined muscles of Allen's back flex as his head moved back and forth on Nick's shaft. One of Allen's hands wrapped around the base of his lover's shaft while his other hand cupped his balls, rolling them through his fingers. Kerri wanted to kneel behind him and lick his tanned skin.
Her clit was throbbing with need. Hoping not to make a sound, she slid down zipper on the side of her skirt. Her fingers snaked through the opening and under the waistband of her tights. She bit her lip to keep from gasping as her fingers slid against her soaking wet pussy. She sucked in her breath as she her fingers rubbed circles against her clit. Her eyes remained glued to Nick and Allen.
Nick fisted his hands in Allen's short blond hair, holding his lover's head still as he fucked his mouth, forcing Allen to swallow his entire length. Allen groaned and held onto Nick's hips as they pumped against him.
Kerri looked up, wanting to see Nick's face when he came. She gasped. He was staring at her. She jerked her hand out of her pants, scraping her fingers painfully. against the metal teeth of her zipper. Heat rose to her face. "I'm sorry. I-"
"Would you like to take his place?"
Kerri's heart pounded. Had she heard him right?
Allen let Nick's cock slip from his mouth and turned to look at her, a wicked smile on his face. "Please. Be my guest"
Kerri's feet started walking toward them before her mind had worked up the nerve to go through with her fantasy. She stopped a few feet from them.
"Come on, Kerri. You know you want to fuck us. "Nick's low, smooth voice pulled at something deep inside her. She nodded. Both men smiled at her.
"Strip for us."
Kerri's lungs constricted. She couldn't breathe; she couldn't think. But her body knew just what to do. She grasped the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head. She tossed it onto the floor and then reached behind herself to unhook her pink satin bra. When it had fallen to the floor as well, she summoned the courage to look up.
Nick licked his lips at he stared at her small high breasts. "Beautiful. Show us the rest of you."
Allen moved behind her and brought his hands up to caress her breasts as she wiggled her hips, trying to get out of her skirt. "Mmmm. They feel as lovely as they look."
Nick smiled. "I knew they would."
Kerri's heart pounded. Both men's voices oozed sensuality. Her body was on fire, and in that moment, she knew she'd do anything they asked. She stepped out of her skirt as Allen's hands slid down her sides and pushed her tights to her knees. "Oooh, our naughty little girl isn't wearing any panties."
Nick laughed. "I bet she loves feeling like a slut when she goes to her prim little office job."
Heat rushed to Kerri's cheeks and she knew they were bright red from both embarrassment and excitement. She lifted her feet one at a time, removing her high-heeled shoes and pulling her tights the rest of the way off. She gasped when Allen fingers delved between her pussy lips and slid inside her. Her knees buckled, and he pulled her back against his body.
She looked up to see Nick staring at her body. His eyes wide and his hand working his cock. "Is she ready for us?"
Allen slid his fingers from her ,and she groaned at the loss of pleasure. He held his hand out toward Nick. "Taste."
Kerri sucked in her breath as she watched Nick suck his lover's fingers, licking every drop of her cream from them. "Mmmm, delicious." He smiled at her, looking wild and dangerous She wondered if she could survive sex with both of them or if the pleasure might just do her in.
He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. Then he sat on the couch behind him, spreading his legs invitingly. "Suck my cock, Kerri."
Her clit tightened painfully as she sucked in her breath. She sank to her knees and crawled the last few feet to his lap. Then she reached for him, grasping the thick base of his cock and licking her lips.
"Don't make me wait." His voice was strained with need.
She smiled as she reached for him with her tongue, giving him a long swipe along the underside of his shaft. He gasped. The knowledge that he wanted her so desperately gave her courage. She took his head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. He groaned and she sucked him deeper, loving the warm, spicy taste of him on her tongue and the way he thoroughly filled her mouth.
Allen's hands grasped her hips, pulling them back. She supported herself on her elbows on the edge of the sofa as she let Allen walk her knees back. Shamelessly, she tilted her hips up, silently begging him to give her pussy some more attention. When she felt his cock press against her wetness, she groaned.
Allen thrust hard, seating himself completely. She cried out and Nick's cock slipped from her mouth.
Nick gripped her head and slipped himself back between her lips. He held her still as he had Allen. Nick fucked her mouth as Allen shafted her pussy. Over and over again, the two men filled her with their cocks. She felt her orgasm gathering deep inside her. Then Allen reached around and touched her clit, squeezing it between his fingers.
Hot starbursts of pleasure exploded in her body. Her climax was so intense she couldn't control the wild thrusting of her hips. Allen held himself deep inside her, letting her body spasm around him. But Nick kept fucking her, his cock surging into her mouth. She whimpered around him as her orgasm faded.
"Are you going to let her taste your come?" Allen's hot words brought heat racing right back to Kerri's pussy. She groaned.
"No, I'm going to save it for you." Nick released her then. And despite her body's intense explosion, she couldn't help being disappointed. She wanted more.
Allen slapped her ass as he pulled out. "On your back. On the bed. Now." Her breath caught, and she turned to face him.
His lips curled up. "We're not done with you yet."
Nick chuckled as he stood. "I'm not sure if our friend can walk so soon after that climax." He bent and scooped Kerri into his arms. A surprised yelp escaped her, but she relaxed against him as he carried her to the bed. His hard body felt so good.
He laid her on the mattress on her back. Allen had followed them, and he wasted no time in crawling up on the bed and positioning himself between Kerri's thighs. He pushed her legs until they doubled on her stomach. She gasped as he filled her once again. Then he leaned forward and took her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss.
She heard Nick opening a drawer and then felt the mattress dip as he climbed on the bed to join them.
Allen's lips left hers to trail down her neck and across her chest. When he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, she jerked, arching up off the bed. He sucked hard, and a line of fire raced from her breast to her clit.
She glanced up at Nick and became mesmerized by the sight of him fisting his cock in his hand as he applied a thick coating of lube. Dear God, was he really going to fuck Allen while Allen was inside her?
Nick gave her a feral smile just as Allen bit down on her nipple. She sucked in a breath, and her hips slammed up. Allen growled and ground himself against her.
"Lift her hips so I can fuck you both," Nick ordered.
Kerri lifted her hips, rubbing herself from side to side, trying to get the contact her clit craved. Allen grabbed a pillow and slid it under her hips, lifting her to an angle where he could sink even deeper.
She watched as Nick wrapped one arm around Allen's waist. He used his other hand to position his cock. "I hope you're ready."
Kerri watched Nick flex his hips and thrust hard. Allen gasped and fell against her, his balls slapping against her wet lips. Kerri whimpered as Allen ground himself against her while he fought to adjust to the sensation of Nick's cock in his ass.
She glanced up at Allen. His eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open. His breaths came in pants. Nick's cock was huge. She could only imagine how much it would hurt driving into her ass.
She glanced back at Nick. His lips curled up. "Your ass is next."
Dear God, had her read her mind? Her heart hammered in her chest, but hot writhing lust curled through her at the thought of Nick taking her as he was doing Allen now.
Then Nick grasped Allen's hips, and began pulling him back and forth, using him as a conduit to fuck Kerri. She lost the ability to think. Her whole world narrowed to the sensations building in her cunt.
Allen pushed her wrists down to the bed, holding her and grinding against her as he fought to hold himself deep while Nick tried to pull him back. Nick growled low in his chest and began thrusting himself into his lover, harder and faster each time.
Allen was being slammed against Kerri. Her hips rose, bucking and rotating, desperate to take Allen's cock as deep as she could. She'd never felt so out of control in her life. She wanted both men to come, wanted to see them lose control as they fucked her.
Nick leaned over Allen's back, pressing his lover down against Kerri's chest. Allen writhed, fighting to move, but trapped between Nick and Kerri. The side to side rotation of his hips caused his cock to rub over the special spot inside Kerri that could send her flying. She gasped, trying to hold back, afraid of the intensity of sensation inside her.
"Come for us, Kerri."' Nick's low voice was filed with command. He pulled himself out and then thrust deep into Allen. That last deep stroke and the wild look on Nick's face was all Kerri needed to go over. She cried out as spasm after spasm wracked her body.
Nick grabbed hold of Allen's hair, jerking his head back. "Take my come," he growled as his body flexed in a series of short thrusts. Then he tensed and held still.
His orgasm sent Allen over. He held Kerri's still pumping hips tight to the pillow beneath her as hot jets of come spurted deep inside her.
When the three of them could draw breath again, Nick rolled to his back on one side of Kerri. Then Allen slowly eased out of her and collapsed on her other side.
"Jesus, that was good." Allen's voice caught as he tried to slow his breathing.
Nick laughed and the sound seemed to travel all along Kerri's over-sensitized body. "Definitely worth the wait."
Kerri turned to look at him. Suspicion curling in her belly. "What do you mean?"
"We've been wanting to fuck you since the day we met you. Or haven't you noticed?"
Heat flooded Kerri's cheeks. "This was a set up, wasn't it? You knew you'd be home tonight."
Nick smiled. "And we knew you'd slick and hot and ready for us if you got a chance to see us in action."
"But that's not fair. I-"
Allen curled himself around her from behind. "What's not fair about it? We all got what we'd been wanting."
She looked over her shoulder at him. "But why didn't you say something before now?"
He laughed. "We tried. Numerous times. You just didn't take the hint."
Kerri remembered all the times she'd thought they were flirting with her but had dismissed it as the product of her own lascivious imagination.
Nick's stroked her stomach and slid his hand between her legs. She gasped when he touched her well-used pussy. "It hardly matters how we finally came to this. All that matters now is that you realize we're not finished with you yet."
Kerri smiled, her embarrassment forgotten. "I'm all yours."
"Damn it!" Samantha tripped over a branch and cursed for the millionth time that night. What on earth had possessed her to go for a walk so close to dark, and how the hell was she going to find her way out of these woods?
An owl hooted and something rustled in the trees behind her. Sam spun around, her hand coming unconsciously to cover her pounding heart. She couldn't see anything. The narrow beam from her tiny flashlight illuminated only a few feet of the path in front of her. The moon was full but under the dense tree cover, little of its light shone through.
Somehow she'd made a wrong turn, but now she was so lost she would be damned lucky to get out before dawn. She had no clue what trail she was on, but she kept walking, too restless to stop and too scared to dare try to sleep.
Several hundreds yards ahead, the path opened into a clearing. Moonlight shone through the opening in the trees making it appear almost bright there. As Sam got closer, she realized the clearing was occupied. A large black wolf stood right in its center.
It turned toward her, and Sam ducked behind a tree. Her heart hammered in her chest, and sweat slid down her back. She held her breath, not daring to move. But the wolf had heard her. He stared in her direction, a low growl emanated from him mouth. He lowered his nose to the ground and sniffed.
Sam's lungs burned; she needed air. She wanted to run but stood frozen to the ground. Her fingers dug into the bark of the tree until she felt it rip her skin.
The wolf raised his head and looked right at her. His eyes were the color of the sky on the most perfect of spring days, yet they penetrated her as if he could see straight through the tree and into her heart.
He began to walk toward her.
She tried to get a grip a solid grip on the bark. Could she climb the tree? Could wolves climb trees? Why didn't she know the answer to that?
She shouldn't run. Shouldn't show her fear. But her heart threatened to explode, and she could no longer hold her breath in her burning lungs. It rushed out and then shot back inside in short, harsh pants.
The wolf was so close now she could reach out and touch him if she so dared. The taunting glimmer in his strangely blue eyes told her that he was no big dog wanting to be petted.
Then he lifted his snout and howled. Shivers ran through Sam's body. And so did a stab of . . . lust? She could only assume it was a reaction to the adrenaline coursing through her body.
Light flashed. It seemed to surround the wolf before dissipating. The wolf raised up on his hind legs. They began to lengthen. His front feet grew into arms. His snout shortened. It all happened too fast for Sam to register the entirety of the change. Within seconds, a man stood in front of her.
A sinfully gorgeous, naked man whose thick, hard cock reached almost to his navel. He stood well over six feet and his muscles were long, lean, and clearly defined just as the wolf's had been. Closely-cropped black hair stood out on his head like he'd already been rolling around on the ground taking the pleasure his body was intent on. His eyes hadn't changed. They were still the same shade of sky blue.
Sam wondered if she were dreaming. Had she fallen and knocked her head? Had she fallen asleep as she walked? If she were, she didn't want to wake up. Not if this man intended to act on the lust blazing in his eyes. He took a step toward her.
She was hyperventilating, but she couldn't slow her breathing and she couldn't move. While running from a wild animal was not the best course of action, running from a strange, naked man whose eyes clearly showed the lascivious thoughts in his mind was the only sane thing to do. But this man was also a wild animal. And Sam wasn't sane. Her body craved him like he was made of chocolate. Hot cream slid from her body, dampening her panties.
The man stepped so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. "You shouldn't be here." His voice was rich and smooth. Sam's knees weakened. She nodded in agreement but she didn't move. This had to be a dream. If is wasn't a dream she'd be running for her life, not staring at his full lips and wondering when he was going to kiss her.
"The change plays hell on our hormones. When I'm back in human form, all I want is a rough, hard fuck."
Sam tensed and stopped breathing altogether. She'd grown so wet her panties and jeans were soaked.
"I'm going to count to five. If you're still here when I'm done, I'll assume you're going to give me what I want."
Sam opened her mouth, but nothing came out besides a squeak.
"One." Sam looked up into the man's eyes. The blue had darkened and she either saw or imagined a leap of blue flame. She couldn't look away.
"Two." He stepped even closer. If she could remember how to breath, her chest would brush his as she did so. "Three." He leaned forward and braced his hands on the tree, trapping her between his arms. "Four. Five."
His mouth crushed hers as his body pinned her against the tree. Sam arched against him, desperately needing pressure on her clit. She rubbed herself against the hard length of his erection while his tongue and teeth savaged her mouth.
He pulled back. She moaned and opened her eyes. His face looked pained. He took another step back. "Take off your clothes, or I'm going to rip them off."
Dear God, he was barely under control. A jolt of need rocked Sam's body at the thought. She'd always wanted a lover who would take her with no restraint.
"Now." The word came out as a growl.
Sam gripped the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it off in one motion. Then she unzipped her jeans and pushed down off her legs, kicking them off along with her shoes. She reached for the clasp of her bra just as the man's control broke.
He gripped the waistband of her satin panties and ripped them in half. As he tossed them to the ground, he picked up her T-shirt and spread in on the ground like a small blanket. "Get down on your hands and knees."
She obeyed instantly.
He dropped to the ground behind her and grasped her hips, pulling them so high she was forced to drop to her elbows. She felt the tip of his cock brush across her lips, sliding through her wetness until he could rub it against her clit. She moaned. "Please."
He gave a low laugh. "I think you're as hot as I am. And you haven't even Changed." She pressed back against him, desperate to feel him inside her.
He groaned. "Get ready." She sucked in her breath as he positioned himself at her entrance. He pulled her hips back as he thrust, fully seating himself in her. She gasped. Damn he was big. The fullness was almost pain, but her body adjusted quickly. Already she wanted him to move. She whined and tried to move her hips. But he held her against him. "I'll do the fucking."
She whimpered. She'd dreamed of a man controlling her like this. She loved it, but still her hips fought his hands. Her need to be fucked overran her need to be dominated.
He started to move, but his pace was too slow. She struggled again. "Please. I need it."
He wrapped her braid around on of his wrists, jerking her head back. "You'll get it when I'm ready to give it to you."
She tried to hold it in, but another whimper escaped.
He pushed on the small of her back until she dropped her chest to the ground.
"Touch yourself while I fuck you."
She groaned and wiggled until one of her hands could slip beneath her. She let her nails rake her belly before her hand reached her swollen clit. She made a v with her fingers and pressed down just as he surged back into her body. The intensity of the pleasure sent a wave of dizziness through her.
He increased his rhythm as she worked herself, finally giving her the hard fuck he'd promised. He thrust so deep and hard his balls slapped against the lips of her pussy at the end of each stroke, sending jolt of sensation to her clit which felt ready to burst. She hovered on the edge of orgasm.
He reached underneath her, circled her wrist with his hand, and pulled her hand away from her pussy. "I'm not ready for you to come."
"Please." She fought him, trying to free her arm. But he held it tight and grasped her other wrist as well, pinning her to the ground as his whole body lay over hers. He fucked her relentlessly. Little cries escaped her lips with every punctuating thrust. Once again, her clit tightened, getting ready to explode. Then he pulled out.
She tried to protest, but she couldn't catch her breath to speak. He flipped her to her back and pinned her wrists above her head with his hands. Her thighs fell open as his cock to her opening once again. But he stopped there, the tip of his cock barely brushing her. "Look at me."
She opened her eyes. The man's gaze pinned her as surely as his hands had a moment before. "I want you looking at me when you come." He thrust into her. Her hips bucked up and she struggled, fighting to feel every inch of him, fighting to get pressure on her clit as his pelvic bone slammed down against hers. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, determined to hold him inside her. This time, he was going to let her come.
Her climax rose like a wave through her body. She was so close. She prayed he wouldn't stop. He thrust deep and stayed inside, grinding his pelvis against her. Her body tensed. Her breathing stopped. She feared her heart had stopped too. Then pleasure beyond any she'd felt before pulsed out from her clit, wracking her entire body.
He pulled back, but her body gripped him tightly and pulled him back in with contraction after contraction of her pelvic muscles. He growled, low and long. Then he convulsed against her with a shout.
For many long minutes, they lay still. Sam enjoyed the firm weight of him on top of her as she floated in a world of pure sensation.
When he stirred, she expected to feel embarrassment, even horror at what she'd done, but the feelings didn't come. All she felt was intense satisfaction. She didn't even care whether she'd really seen him change from a wolf into a man or how that could be.
When he pulled out of her body and sat up, she reached for his arm. His eyes looked down into hers. "Will you be here again on the next full moon."
He smiled. "Yes, I will. And so will you."
Cindy couldn't help but stare as Derek carried a tray of cinnamon rolls to the oven. This was only the third morning they'd worked the early shift together. But each day she'd spent the pre-dawn hours salivating over him.
Derek had closely-cropped, black hair, the penetrating green eyes of a panther, and the most perfectly sculpted arms she'd ever seen. She supposed the arms were a product of all the kneading he did. Lord knows her arms were aching after two morning on bread duty.
His tight, white t-shirt strained across his shoulders as he lifted the heavy tray. Her gaze dropped to his tight ass encased in worn denim. Never had she seen buttocks more perfectly formed. She wanted to drop to her knees and take a bite.
He pulled a another tray of rolls out of the oven after sliding the new one in. As he placed them on the cooling rack and began icing them, Cindy turned back to her dough. She knew he'd seen her staring at him countless time, but it embarrassed her even more when they were alone.
To her surprise, Derek didn't return to the wheat dough he'd been working. Instead, he walked up behind her. He stood so close that if she leaned back a fraction of an inch, she would make contact with his solid chest and rock hard abs. Her nipples tightened painfully and liquid heat shot through her belly.
Cindy tried to force a calming breath into her lungs. He was her boss, not her lover. She had to get herself under control.
He wrapped his arms around her body and placed his hands over hers. "You need to work with the dough, not against it. Let me show you."
His mouth was inches from her ear. She shivered as his warm breath tickled her neck and ruffled her hair.
Derek leaned forward to press the dough down. His body came into full contact with hers. As they flattened the dough and gathered it again, they rocked together in a rhythm so like lovemaking Cindy had to bite her lip to hold back a moan.
Cindy's brain shut down until her arms wouldn't work at all. Her hands lay limp under his as he kneaded the dough for both of them.
"Press firmly to spread the dough then gather and roll." As Derek said "roll," he circled his hips, rubbing his groin against her ass. His cock nestled between her cheeks. Dear God he was hard as steel.
Could he possibly want her too? Cindy had never considered that a stud like him would even look twice at her.
She held her breath, unable to decide how to react. In the end, she was saved by buzzing timer.
Derek stepped back. "I'll get the cinnamon rolls."
His voice was smooth and steady as always. Cindy doubted she had to ability to speak. She stared down at the dough, trying to get her lungs and heart working properly again.
"Would you like a bite?"
She hadn't heard Derek come up behind her again, but when she turned around he was holding a hot, gooey bite of cinnamon roll up to her mouth.
Cindy dared to glance at his face. He was amused by her confusion, but she was sure she saw desire in his eyes. He did want her, and she'd be more than happy to fulfill his every desire.
She opened her mouth, but instead of sliding the sweet dough inside, he spread the sugary icing around her lips. Her heart beat so fast, she feared it would explode.
"I guess you're going to have to clean that up." The wicked grin on Derek's face would have melted the snow in Siberia.
Cindy pinched her arm. Owww! She wasn't dreaming.
Derek lifted his hand and ran his finger along her bottom lip, lightly scoring her with his nail. "Would you like my help?"
Cindy's mouth hung open. She nodded.
He bent his head and swiped his tongue across her lip. His touch shot straight to Cindy's pussy. She shuddered and tried to arch her body against his, but Derek's held her face in his hands as he licked every grain of sugar off her lips like a hungry cat.
Waves of dizziness swamped her. God, he had a skillful tongue. What would it be like to feel those warm, smooth laps lower on her body? The thought made her knees give.
Derek raised his head. "Hold onto the table."
Her hands locked around the edge of the prep table. Her heart pounded so hard, she feared it might explode.
Derek reached around her waist, untied her apron, and lifted it over her head. Then his sticky, flour-covered hands pushed up the hem of her fitted t-shirt until it bunched above her breasts. She wore no bra. She'd overslept that morning and slipped out of the house in her pajamas.
His eyes widened when his gaze fell to her peaked nipples. The look of raw hunger on his face made her body clench and her pussy cream.
Derek ran his finger across the iced top of the cinnamon roll he'd laid on the work table.
Cindy's eyes followed his finger as he brought it to her chest. She could hardly breathe. She still couldn't believe her fantasy was coming true.
Derek slid his sticky finger across the very tip of her nipple. Pure lust stabbed through her body. She groaned, arching her back and gripping the table so hard she thought chunks of wood would come away in her hands.
He rubbed his finger through the icing again and smeared it on her other nipple as he bent to take the first one into his mouth.
She jerked when his tongue touched her oversensitive flesh, simultaneously wanting more and wanting to escape the overpowering sensation.
Derek wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him and sucking her nipple deep into his mouth. He pulled hard against it while swirling his tongue around the tip. He licked and sucked as though determined to taste every crystal of sugar he'd smeared on her.
He released her nipple and slid his tongue into her cleavage and then down across her stomach. Cindy couldn't get any air into her lungs. Anticipation made her chest constrict too tightly.
Derek tilted his head back enough to look into her eyes. He gave her a predatory smile. She closed her eyes and moaned.
He chuckled, the sound reverberating against her stomach. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited to do this?"
"What do you mean?" Was that husky, passion-filled voice really hers?
"I've been watching you for weeks. Ever since you first came into the bakery. When I saw your pert, little tongue licking cinnamon and sugar from your lips, I knew right then I wanted to cover you in icing and eat you up."
Cindy never thought she'd be one to swoon, but she was certainly close now. Nothing but her grip on the table was keeping her upright.
She wanted to tell Derek she'd wanted him for weeks too, but she couldn't remember how to speak. She watched in silence as he covered his finger in warm icing once more.
"I've seen you watching me. You've been fantasizing too, haven't you?"
All she could do was nod, because he chose that moment to slip his sugary finger between her legs.
"Yesterday morning I nearly ripped off your pants and took you on the floor when you spilled that tray of muffins. Watching your high, round ass poking up in the air while you cleaned the floor nearly did me in." He worked her clit as he spoke, swirling his finger over it then squeezing it between his finger and thumb.
Cindy bit her lip, but a low rumbling sound - too like a growl for her comfort - escaped.
"Like that, do you?"
"Yes, oh yes." She managed to find her voice at last.
"You'll like this even more." He bent and replaced his finger with his tongue.
Cindy tensed, afraid she couldn't survive such intense sensation.
Derek ran his tongue the length of her lower lips, sliding through her natural wetness and the icing he'd decorated her with. A loud groan poured out of her.
When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she stopped trying to contain her reaction and let herself scream. She released the table and gripped Derek's hair, pulling him toward her while thrusting her hips toward his mouth.
He nipped at her lips in response.
She dug her nails into his scalp.
He growled and gripped her hips, pushing her back against the table. She fought to arch against him, but he held her still as he devoured her with tongue, lips, and teeth.
As her climax rose, she forgot everything else. She wouldn't have noticed if the bakery had fallen down on her head.
She tightened her grip on his hair. "Please. Don't stop."
He released her long enough to gasp out the word "never" before pulling her clit back into his mouth. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the tip.
Every muscle in Cindy's body tensed. She experienced a moment of fear. The pleasure felt too sharp, almost like pain.
She tried to pull back, but there was no stopping the firestorm in her body. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and she went over the edge.
When she returned to reality, she was kneeling on the floor, supported against Derek's chest.
"That was the most delicious cinnamon roll I've ever eaten," he whispered in her ear.
Heat crept up her cheeks. She looked down, unable to meet his eyes, and noticed his enormous erection pressing against his jeans. With a will of its own, her hand reached down to stroke it.
He caught her wrist and pulled her hand away. She looked up, unsure what she'd done wrong.
He groaned. "As much as I would dearly love to finish this, we have to get back to work if we're going to open on time."
Cindy was mortified. She couldn't leave him in such a state, not after he'd given her the best orgasm of her life. "At least let me-"
He shook his head and his smile turned predatory again. "I've got to work late tonight. I could use some help making a strawberry shortcake. Would you like to be my . . . assistant?"
Cindy smiled. "I most definitely would." She decided this was turning out to be the job of her dreams.
After finding out that her checked luggage had been misrouted and then dropping her enormous bag on her foot, Maia decided to splurge on a taxi. Waiting on the bus in the driving rain might just do her in. Of course she hadn't realized that all of New York's eight million inhabitants would be standing in line for a cab at the same time.
Desperate to get home, curl up in bed, and sulk over lacking the nerve to proposition the luscious man sitting next to her on the plane, she tried calling a car service. But none were willing to pick her up for a measly mile and a half ride when they could make more money off someone else.
As Maia closed her phone, tears filled her eyes. She wiped them away quickly. It had been a truly sucky day, but that was no excuse for crying in the airport. What the fuck's wrong with me?
She took a deep breath. She'd just have to get soaked. But when she turned to head toward the bus stop, she ran straight into a man's hard chest. Her bag crashed to the ground, and the contents went flying.
As the man bent to help her retrieve her belongings, she saw it was Reed, the hottie from the plane. For a moment her heart fluttered. Then she realized he was probably joining the taxi line, not seeking her out.
What ever his reason for being there, she couldn’t help but stare. His dark gray suit was perfectly pressed, despite the hour and a half on the plane. But he'd released his shoulder length hair from it's tie. It looked lighter now, more like copper than the dark brown she'd thought it was in the plane's low light. Maia wanted to reach out and run her hands through it to find out if it was a soft and silky as it looked.
He straightened, holding her stack of books and magazines. His smile made her legs weaken, and she almost dropped her bag again. "There's a car waiting for me. Would you like a ride home?"
Maia's heart raced. He had sought her out. "How did you manage to get a car?"
"My office assistant. She takes very good care of me." He held out his hand. "What do you say?"
Maia simply stared at him, unsure whether to accept or decline. She hadn't had the nerve to find out more about him on the plane, and now, when he was offering her the chance, she was thinking about turning it down. Fuck that. This time she was taking a risk. She took his hand, and he helped her stand. "Thanks, I was about to resort to taking the bus."
Reed took her bag from her and lifted the strap over his shoulder. "Follow me then."
Despite her resolution, she hung back for a second. Reed was wickedly gorgeous, but something about him kept shouting "danger". She just didn't want to listen.
He looked back and smiled. "Come on. I won't bite." Heat flashed in his eyes. "Not unless you want me to anyway."
His voice was low and sexy, and it made her shiver.. He could make her want just about anything.. Oh my God, he's not. . . no, he can't be. She pushed the distressing thought away and allowed herself to be captivated by his firm ass. She couldn't take her eyes off it as she followed him to the exit. Her body tightened as waves of lust rushed to her crotch. She 'd soak through her panties any second. She hadn't wanted a man this much in years.
When they stepped out of the terminal, Reed pointed to his "car." Her jaw dropped. It wasn't a car at all; it was a limousine.
Maia stared. "You flew coach, but you have a limo waiting for you?"
He gave a low, sexy laugh. "I missed my flight, and no first class seats were available on the next one. Of course, that turned out to be a blessing in disguise."
His wolfish grin brought images to her mind of just how much of a blessing it could be. His gaze drop to peaked nipples, pressing against the thin fabric of her T-shirt, and his eyes widened. She took a deep breath, trying to get her lust-crazed self under control.
The driver was leaning against the hood, but he came to attention as he saw them approach. "Good evening, Mr. Collier."
"Good evening, Nathan." Reed turned to Maia. "I would like to present Ms. Sedley."
"Nice to meet you, ma'am."
How did Reed know her last name? Had she told him on the plane and forgotten? "Nice to meet you, too."
Nathan gave her a congenial smile and then turned back to Reed. "Will you be returning to your apartment, sir?"
"Yes, but first you'll need to drop Ms. Sedley off."
They both looked at her, and Maia realized she needed to tell Nathan where she lived. For a moment, she couldn't remember. Lust had taken her brain offline. Finally, the proper address popped into her mind, and Nathan opened the door so she and Reed could enter.
The smell of leather filled her nostrils as she slid across the well-cushioned seats. She hadn't been in a limo since her best friend's bachelorette party. And Reed's limo was far nicer than the one Lisa had hired.
Reed slid in beside her, so close she could feel the heat from his body.. He reached for the wine chilling on the bar, and the firm line of his leg pressed against hers. She bit her lip to keep from moaning.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" he asked as they began to move slowly through the thick airport traffic.
Maia turned to him, intending to answer, but when their eyes met, she froze. Lust blazed in his eyes. A strong spike of courage filled her and she leaned into him.
Reed groaned when their lips met. He sat the wine down, and his arms came around her, pulling her close. She'd initiated the contact, but once his tongue slid between her lips, he bore her back against the seat and became the aggressor.
He assaulted her mouth, nipping her lips, licking the roof of her mouth in a way that made her desperate to feel what his tongue could do to her pussy.
He molded his hands to her waist and then slid them up to cup her breasts,. His thumbs flicked back and forth across her nipples until she wanted to scream.
Maia whimpered when his lips left hers to nip and suck the skin of her neck. She arched her hips, rubbing herself along the thick length of cock. He groaned, and his hips pressed down to meet hers. He pushed up her shirt and bra, allowing him to take her nipple in his mouth.
She pumped her hips faster. If he didn't stop soon, the heat of his mouth and the near painful nips from his teeth were going to make her come. But she wanted him inside her first so she could feel her pussy clenching around his cock.
Maia tore at Reed's shirt, ripping it out of his waistband and letting her hands run across the muscles of his back. The fine sheen of sweat on his skin indicated he was as overheated as she was. She reached between them, trying to undo his belt. But he pulled his hips back, and his mouth left her. She bit her lip to keep her whimper inside.
"Not yet. You wanted me to taste you.."
How did he know that? Had she said it out loud? She'd intended to ask but when she looked up into his eyes, she lost the ability to speak. His eyes burned hot now, a deeper brown than they'd been before.
He slithered down her body, settling himself between her legs. He grasped the crotch of her thong and pulled. The flimsy material tore easily, and he pushed it up and away. She lay back and closed her eyes as she felt his warm breath fan across her creamy lips.
He drew his tongue up until it made contact with her clit. She jumped, pressing her hips into his face.
He laughed, the sound vibrating across her lips. "I love how sensitive you are."
She whimpered as he licked the side of her clit and then drew it into his mouth, sucking hard. The sensation was almost painful, but it had her climbing toward orgasm so fast she felt dizzy.
He slid two fingers inside her. She moaned.
He thrust them in and out and she arched against him, wanting more. When he pressed upward, rubbing the front wall of her channel and simultaneously pressing down with his tongue as if trying to touch his fingers, he brought her the sharpest pleasure she'd ever felt. She flew over the edge into a blinding, pulsating orgasm.
When she opened her eyes again, he was leaning over her. His pants had disappeared. He smiled as he pressed his cock at her entrance.
She froze. Fangs. He had fucking fangs. "Oh, my God."
She tried to scramble away from him, but his hands gripped her waist and held her fast. "I won't hurt you." He pressed inside her.
She lifted to take him. She couldn’t help herself. "Please tell me this is a dream."
He smiled as he sank all the way in. "No dream feels this good."
She sucked in her breath and let it out in a rush as he pulled out of her so slowly it was exquisite torture. "Then you're really . . . a vampire."
"Yes."
"But you're supposed to identify yourself. You're not allowed to seduce women without telling them what you are."
He flexed his hips, making her gasp. "Anyone who believes that stupid law can be enforced is more foolish that the one who created it."
Her heart pounded. He could kill her. She knew vampires didn't need to drain their victims, but he could kill her if he wanted to. Even if he didn't drink too much blood, he had the strength to snap her neck with one hand.
He shook his head. "I told you I won't hurt you."
She tried to pull away again. "You're reading my thoughts."
He held her easily, a predatory smile on his face. "You've fantasized about fucking a vampire for years. Here's your chance."
"I think you're already fucking me."
He looked down at their joined bodies. "I suppose I am. Are you ready for more?"
If she said no, would he stop? She wanted to believe he would. And she also wanted him to keep going. He felt so damn delightful inside her , filling her perfectly. Anymore would be too much, but his thick cock drug right over her most sensitive spot as he entered and withdrew again once more. She swallowed. "I'm ready."
He thrust deep and hard. She arched up to meet him. He grasped her thighs, pushing her legs up onto her belly so he could get even deeper. Over and over he thrust, jolting her body each time. All she could do was hang onto his shoulders to keep from falling off the seat. Her body climbed toward orgasm again.
Just when she thought she would come, he released her legs and leaned over her body. He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head to one side.
Fear raced along her spine. "W-what are you doing?"
His lips slid along the side of her neck. "Tasting you."
She drew in a shaky breath and then another. "You said you wouldn't hurt me."
"I won't. I'll only give you pleasure."
"But in the airport, you . . . you promised not to bite me."
He licked his lips. "Only if you didn't want me too."
"I-" Her protest died. She did want him to bite her, and he knew it because he was reading her damn mind.
"Relax, and it will be the best ride you've ever had." As he spoke, his warm breath tickled her neck, sending chills down her body.
She yelped when his fangs pierced her neck. But the pain was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by hot, rolling waves of pleasure so intense they nearly brought her. His tongue lapped at her neck. A sensible woman would fight him, but instead, she bucked against him, trying to get even more of him inside her. He thrust deep, and she moaned.
His lips sucked her neck, but he might as well has drawn her clit into his mouth again for how it felt. She wouldn't have thought she could come again so quickly, but the combined sensation of his hard, deep thrusts and his wicked mouth had her hanging on the peak.
God above, I'm about to come with a man drinking my blood. What's wrong with me?
Nothing. It's supposed to feel this good.
His mouth never left her neck, but his words echoed in her mind. What other surprises did he have for her?
You shouldn't have asked.
Suddenly it felt as if multiple hands were on her body. Fingers pinched her nipples and her clit, nails raked across her back, two hands squeezed her buttocks. She screamed from the riot of sensations.
Come for me, darling.
Maia's whole world narrowed to her throbbing pussy. She exploded. Waves of pleasure rocked her body. Her muscles convulsed against his cock, over and over. Then his lips left her neck and he stiffened, crying out her name as she pumped himself into her.
A few moments later, when they were both able to breathe again. Reed pulled out of her, groaning as he did so. He turned away quickly, but she saw the blood on his lips. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, cleaned himself and righted his clothes, all while she lay there staring. I just fucked a vampire. The thought echoed in her head, paralysing her.
The car slowed. Reed turned back to face her and smiled. "I think we've arrived at your address."
His voice was a smooth and controlled as it had been when they met. She on the other hand didn't think she could speak. She shoved her skirt down, pulled her bra back over her boobs, and let her shirt fall to her waist once again. Without speaking, she grabbed her purse from where it had fallen to the floor and reached for the door handle. He didn't stop her so she opened the door and stepped out. Part of her wanted to run, but another part wanted to beg him to take her again.
She stepped out, but he grasped her arm before she could walk away. She looked down into his eyes which shone brightly with his satiation. She shivered.
"Would you like to get together again? We could have dinner."
To her shame, she giggled hysterically. "You mean vampires go on dates?"
"Vampires do anything we want." His words brought lush images of their tangled bodies to her mind.
"But you don't eat dinner, do you?"
He raised his brow.
Her heart hammered with the realization that she would be the dinner. "Oh."
"I'll see you again soon." After one last wickedly beautiful smile, he pulled the door shut.
She stood staring as the limo drove off. What the hell did I just agree to?
End
