by KB Winters
I envied the bold women who could just take what they wanted, whatever fantasy swirled in their head, and worked to make it reality. I even envied the shy women, able to submit and hand their sexual satisfaction over to a complete stranger. They were strong and brave. Unafraid.
And I was on the sidelines. Watching. Again.
This was where I wanted to be. Right now, it was where I needed to be. I wasn’t ready to go all-in just yet; at least that was what I kept telling myself as my pulse began to race. I watched one of the women get down on her knees in front of two men, taking a cock in each hand before she licked them. One and then the other, her gaze bouncing between the men. My heart thumped in triple time and my breath hitched when the dark haired man wrapped her long ponytail around his fist and slid his cock deep down her throat. Slow and steady until one tiny bead of water slid from her eye.
“Fuck!” The roar of his voice hit me right between the thighs and my clit swelled and my juices flooded my thighs. She slid her tongue against the underside of his cock, and he couldn’t hold back the groans of ecstasy. “Shit, yeah baby.”
Even his dirty talk did it for me. Lots of swearing and no degradation.
“This is making you hot.”
The masculine voice behind me startled me even as it aroused me, his warm breath on my overheated skin.
“Admit it.”
Holy fuck! Saint. His voice was low, thick with something that sounded a lot like desire.
“Maybe.” I was about to turn when his arm wrapped around my waist and flattened low on my belly.
“Don’t turn around. Watch.” He spoke barely above a whisper and his words were damn near inaudible with all the moaning and groaning on the platform.
“What’s doing it for you, Hazel? The girl sucking that guy off while she gets fucked from behind? Or is the two guys licking one pussy? Yeah, that’s the one you like,” he said, his fingers rubbing against me when my breath caught in my throat.
His touch lit up my skin like fire, and even though I tried to pretend it didn’t affect me, it did. The slide of his thumb, the heat of his breath on the back of my neck, the barest of touch of his lip on my earlobe sent flames of desire coursing through me. Across my chest, down my legs.
I could barely speak, but I made an effort. “I like it as a whole, a-actually.”
“Hmm.” That growl, so low and gravelly, had me thinking thoughts I shouldn’t. Not about Saint. He was my boss, and this was madness. But when he stepped in closer, I wanted the madness.
“So…are you wet right now, Hazel?”
“Am I?” I couldn’t stop the small smile that curled my lips involuntarily at playing the game again. This was the fun part. The part where all anybody wanted was a good time. I held my breath and waited to see if Saint would take the bait. Arching my back just in case he didn’t get the hint.
He slipped one thick finger under my panties and between my lips. I let out a loud exhale as I felt it inside me, the wetness coating his hand.
“So. Fucking. Wet.” He pulled his finger out and slid two in deeper. I gasped and my legs trembled when he pulled away. Again. He murmured in my ear. “Sweet too.”
Holy fuck. I knew there was something dark and twisted about him, but I figured it was just stuff leftover from the war. This was…sinful.
“Not too sweet I hope?”
“I’d need a proper taste to know that.”
I shivered at the thought and suddenly, I wished I were ready.
“For now, tell me what you’re looking at, Hazel.”
I took in the action in front of me, and my gaze kept going back to the petite redhead now getting two cocks—one in her pussy and one in her ass–while she took eight inches down her throat. I could hear her moan every step of the way. Her pink nipples grew hard, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
“Her,” I groaned. “The redhead.” I gasped again when his finger invaded my pussy, plunging so deep my back arched because my greedy pussy wanted more.
“Three cocks, is that your fantasy?” My eyes closed as his fingers worked me, a slow drugging rhythm that was slowly driving me out of my mind. Like the tiny redhead, my nipples were hard against the black silk dress I’d worn with nothing but four-inch heels that were five years old.
“No, you don’t want three cocks. You just want one that does it all, right?”
I nodded and bit back a moan when he started to move faster, in and out, in and out. My pussy fluttered as pleasure worked its way up my body, pulsed through my blood. Saint held me close with one hand, the vibration of his words only enhancing the building orgasm.
“Such a tight little pussy for a freak. I wish this was my cock you were squeezing. You’re so wet, so hot. Come all over my hand. Come, Hazel.”
“Please.” The word slipped from my lips as pleasure washed over me and vibrated my body until I almost fell over. My body shook and Saint held me, his fingers still tapping my G-spot, wringing every last drop of pleasure he could from my body.
“Fuck, I love to hear you beg. That smart little mouth, begging me to make you come.”
“You did a good job,” I told him when I finally could speak again, could form words like a normal human. “A damn good job. Even I can’t make myself come that quick.”
A deep chuckle sounded right beside my ear and his teeth sank into that delicate strip of flesh.
“Good to know. Maybe you learned a few things about yourself.” His fingers finally slipped from my trembling body and I whimpered.
I fucking whimpered!
I did, dammit. Watching an orgy while someone else made me come was even hotter than my own hand. “Maybe I did.” Like maybe I’d add this little encounter to my spank bank for when I needed a quick orgasm in the middle of the day.
“Did you lick your fingers yet?”
“No. Why?”
I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes. “I want to watch you.” I needed to watch. This man had been in far too many of my fantasies lately for me to pass up a prime opportunity like this.
“Turn around.”
I did and his green eyes hit me like a punch in the gut, dark and filled with the kind of lust I had no business being so close to. He lifted two fingers to his mouth, running them along his bottom lip which he then licked, making my pussy pulse and throb, turned on all over again. Then he stuck both fingers in his mouth, sucking loud enough for me to hear, pulling out clean, slick fingers with a pop.
“Fuck me.”
His lips curled up into a smile, and I noticed his bottom lip was just that much plumper than the top. Perfect for biting.
“Soon,” he whispered. Then Saint took a step back and then another until he disappeared somewhere between the blind spot and the door.
Holy fucking shit! Did that just happen? Did I just let my grumpy, kind of hates me, sexy as a motherfucker boss, finger fuck me to orgasm while I watched a chick getting gangbanged?
Fuck yeah, I did. Nothing could top the night, I was sure of that, but I stayed and watched anyway, riveted by the redhead having the orgasm of her life, convulsing and screaming, squirting all over the place while we all watched in awe. With an imaginary nod of my head, I took one last, longing look and stepped away.
It was time to get to work.
Chapter Fifteen
Saint
The teasing was killing me. It was slowly tearing me apart from the inside out, the sexy low-lidded looks Hazel sent over her shoulder just to make sure I had a good long look at her heart-shaped ass. The way she wiggled her ass against me as we passed each other in the small space behind the bar, making sure her hands always rode low on my stomach or brushed across my chest slow enough to tempt me.
It was a goddamn recipe for disaster, and fucked up fool that I was, I couldn’t stay away. Couldn’t resist the chance to tease Hazel right back with soft touches and accidental brushes of my own. They affected her. I knew they did because she might have been able to hide her emotions, but she couldn’t hide those h
ard-tipped nipples or that soft intake of breath whenever our skin touched.
We were both playing with fire and equally powerless to stop tempting fate to incinerate us. After making her come while she watched that tiny redhead take three cocks at once. Fuck had that only been a couple of days ago? I was dying for another taste of Hazel. A proper taste this time.
The worst part was that she still invaded my dreams. Time that was meant just for me, to punish me for not being able to save my friends, to remember them, to relive those dark traumatic moments when I wasn’t sure if I would live or die.
She was always there. Sometimes it was just her face, lifeless and pale as the life drained out of her. Other times, she was laid out, naked and tempting me beyond all reason to do dirty, wicked things to her, and she promising to do even more to me.
I wanted Hazel to do those things, and I wanted to do them to her too, but I worried Mitch was more right than he knew. What if I tried, and she ended up hurt by me? I couldn’t handle that shit, not right now.
Which meant I had to keep my distance. No matter how hard it was.
No matter how hard she made me.
Tonight she wore a black leather skirt with a white lace top and black stilettos that had me thinking about those shoes up in the air while I made the sexy little bartender scream my name.
“Boss,” she said in that husky with desire voice that seemed to be her default, hand lightly gripping my bicep. “We’re low on straws so I’m going to get some. Be back in five.”
She sashayed away, completely covered but looking hot as fuck and sinful as ever. I wanted to follow her with every fiber in my being to extinguish this unquenchable desire she stirred in me.
“Don’t do it,” Cruz said from my side. Another testament to how much Hazel had me on the hook because I didn’t even notice him there. “Women are trouble. Especially the dark ones. Like her.”
His head nodded in the direction where Hazel had disappeared. Cruz made a damn good point, but the fact was that no one, not even a woman, a commanding officer, or therapist had gotten me interested in living again the way Hazel had. Hell, not even the Reckless Bastards had revived me the way she had. But I had glimpsed that same darkness Cruz spoke off, and it did have me worried. Still.
“Maybe so, but I find that I like her brand of trouble.”
His lips twitched and those big blue eyes sparkled with mischief and amusement.
“I figured that’s what you might say. I’ll cover the bar, but Gunnar wants to meet in fifteen minutes.”
I smiled, tossed the towel I used to wipe down the bar into the back counter and walked away. Right towards trouble.
I found Hazel exactly where I knew she’d be, bending over while she searched the bottom shelf for the straws. Her ass wiggled temptingly, making my mouth water but not as much as the smooth expanse of bare legs on display. I wondered if she had on panties tonight, or if I slid up behind her and pushed her skirt up, would her pretty pink cunt smile back at me, glistening and pulsing. Unable to help myself, I did step closer and wrapped my hands around her thighs, sliding up slowly and enjoying that shocked gasp when she looked at me over her shoulder.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” she said, her voice breathy and shaky. Her body already trembling with need.
I let my hands slide up her thighs a little more until my thumbs found plump lips, bare plump lips, swollen and ready. For me.
“I don’t know, I kind of like meeting like this.” I liked having her at a disadvantage like this. Hell, just the thought of how close I was to her had me hard and aching.
Hazel wiggled again and then straightened, turning so her pebbled nipples brushed against my chest. “Oh yeah?”
Her words were teasing, playful, but I wasn’t feeling either of those things. What I felt was dark and foreboding, hungry. Raw. Needy.
“Yeah,” I told her; my voice thick with a carnal growl. “Fuck yeah,” I clarified and crashed my mouth down on hers, devouring her with every sweep of my tongue until she trembled. Clung to me and rubbed those sweet curves against every inch of me.
She moaned into my mouth, and I was lost to her taste, to the feel of her and the way she gave herself over to pleasure so easily.
“That mouth,” she moaned when my lips skidded to her jawbone and down her neck until my tongue dipped inside the hollow at the base of her throat where she tasted like sweat and perfume and something darkly sensual and uniquely Hazel.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” It was the only way this would end, if she pushed me away and told me to fuck off. I couldn’t walk away, not with my cock straining for her like a goddamn homing beacon. Not with my reaction to Hazel brushing her knuckles over my hard on.
Bottomless eyes held mine as uncertainty and fear swam in them. I wondered what caused the fear, but I was too far gone to give a fuck and Hazel was made of stronger stuff than that, shaking off the fear as she rested a leg over my hip.
“Come closer, Saint. Closer,” she whispered when we were toe to toe. “Not close enough,” she moaned and licked her lips.
“Hazel.” I didn’t know what else to say so I said nothing, watching her hands make quick work of my belt, zipper and button so she could plunge in and wrap her dainty hands around my cock.
“So fucking big.” She looked up at me and licked her lips. “I remember just how you taste, Saint.” Her soft hands stroked me, gentle at first but with more and more force until my control snapped.
“You dream of eating my cock?” It was crude but Hazel didn’t mind, her eyes grew wide even as she continued to stroke me. “What else?”
She growled and squeezed me tighter, bringing me right to the edge where I could feel the heat of her pussy calling to me.
“Fuck me, Saint. Hard and fast. Now.” I lifted her leg so the tip of my cock slid into her panty-less pussy, and I bit back a curse, pumping my hips in a slow, hypnotic thrust until she took all of me.
“Oh fuck, yes!”
I smiled and lifted her other leg over my hip so she was off the ground completely, nothing but gravity and my cock keeping us fused together. Hazel hooked her legs together behind me, pussy pulsing and leaking all around me as I lost myself in her body.
“Oh fuck, such a tight little cunt.”
She laughed and squeezed me tighter, wrapping her arms around my neck and pumping her hips into me.
“Such a big, thick cock. Fuck me, Saint. Fuck me hard.”
Dark eyes held mine until I could see the truth of her statement, the dark desire to have me fuck her brutally.
“Please.”
It was that plea that broke my resolve, and I swung her around until I found that fucking useless bench Gunnar insisted belonged in this tiny ass space, secretly grateful for his stubbornness because it gave me the perfect place to lay her out.
“You make me crazy.”
She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Please, Saint.”
As she closed her eyes, I gripped her thighs and held them apart so I could see the way her pussy glistened, the way her clit pulsed with desire as I pulled out and pumped into her again and again, harder and faster, harder and deeper, harder and harder still while her hands clawed at my chest, my back. My ass.
“Oh fuck!” Her heels dug into my ass, urging me to fuck her even harder. I wasn’t sure if I could, even though I wanted to get lost in her body until I forget everything but the feel of her cunt clamped around my cock.
“Fuck. Hazel!”
I gripped her tits in my hand, squeezing hard as I fucked her so hard the bench moved a few inches at a time. No matter how hard I fucked Hazel, she begged for more. Eyes clenched tight, she begged for more cock, harder cock. A harder fuck.
“Fuck me, Saint!”
My hands slid up from her tits, enjoying the feel of her silky smooth skin, slick with arousal and effort. She wrapped her hands around my wrist and moved them until they were at her throat.
“Hazel?”
“Please,” s
he growled and her pussy squeezed me so tight that a blast of vibrant lights went off behind my eyes.
It didn’t feel right to do what she wanted but my cock plunged in and out of her body, giving her everything she wanted. I knew I was powerless to deny her even this. I wrapped my hand around her throat and applied pressure gently, still fucking her but not as hard as before.
“Saint,” she growled. “Do it. Don’t fucking stop.”
Ah, fuck. Her pussy flooded with moisture, proof to the fact that this was her weird fucking kink and nothing more. She was getting off on having my fingers around her throat while my cock punished her, so who was I to deny her? I squeezed again and her lips curled into a smile, her cunt pulsed and vibrated around me.
Following her lead, I applied as much pressure as she could stand, all the while fucking her like a mindless drone, hard and rough and fast, even as she begged for more.
“Yes,” she choked out and opened her eyes. “More.”
Her feet urged me forward and her nails dug into my skin until I bled, but I never stopped. At some point my body took over, thrusting hard and deep while my hand held her throat, at the mercy of my own fucking desire.
That thought ripped away another layer, and I gave Hazel exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Soon her body trembled and shook, convulsed as she arched towards me and a violent orgasm exploded from her, milking my cock like she couldn’t get enough of it.
“Fuck yes! Fuck yes!” A wicked smile curled her lips as she continued to shake, yanking my orgasm from me, interrupting the wild bucking of my hips into her body.
Holy. Shit. My body shook violently as the orgasm erupted out of me, my hips still moving into her as pleasure flooded her body, making her choke. When I could think straight again, I let go of her neck, opened my eyes and stared at her as she stared back at me, clearly feeling the same shock I had.
“Damn. You’re a hot fuck.”
“Yeah,” she agreed and sat up as I separated our bodies, her breath still coming in choppy and short. “Worth it.”
I frowned. “Worth what?” Was this when she would attempt blackmail or some other favor from me?