by Dakota Gray
A blush blooms over the woman’s cheeks. How can she be shy after what she did to me? What she let Nina do to me? Fuck her, too.
“I want you and Tarek to watch Davis fuck me.” She glances at Davis. “I want you to fuck me from behind.”
Nina answers for the both of us, apparently. “We would love to.”
Davis pushes up from the chair and already he’s unbuttoning his shirt. In some part of my brain that’s not muddled by lust and yearning, I can see the man’s appeal. I know he didn’t come from money, but he exudes the kind of confidence that only comes from knowing your worth. He’s put a price on his. The way Alex can’t look away from him, even while she’s kneeling between my legs—I get it.
Nina draws my attention by running her palm down my torso. My body arches toward the caress. I hate this feeling of being out of control of my own body. I also want to drown in the sensation of breathing, moving just to Nina’s touch. I’m lowkey pissed now, but later I’m probably going to build shrines in her name. How did she know I needed this? I didn’t.
“If you’re good,” she says, “I’ll let you come in my mouth.”
And that’s all I can think about as she continues to draw loops on my chest, lighting a path of fire that makes me shudder a few seconds. She needs to touch me as much as I crave it. We’re in this moment together.
Davis strips naked, and in one sleek motion he puts on a condom. Alex’s gaze doesn’t leave his until he’s settles behind her. She closes her eyes, spreading her arms up. I am transfixed and jealous as her face contorts in pleasure.
Nina whispers, “Does my face look like that when you’re fucking me?”
I don’t answer. I don’t need to. Shit, I can’t. I’m so fucking on edge. Alex’s moans fill the room. The slap of skin is a steady echo. All I can do is watch because I want Nina’s mouth. That need keeps me in place better than handcuffs or rope.
And it’s fucking torture. I endure even as Alex’s fingers curl into the comforter, arching her back as she sobs out moans. Davis only grunts in appreciation, murmuring to her how much he wants her to come all over his dick, how good she feels as she comes. Her orgasm lasts a lifetime. When she finally comes down, he traces kisses up her spine to her mouth. He tells her she’s beautiful. She did so good. It’s aftercare, lovingly given, and no one would know she’s paid for the pleasure of it.
But I’m still shuddering from unspent arousal, just waiting. Soon it’s going to be Nina and I. Our turn. I don’t think she’s ready.
17
Nina
* * *
Every bone in my body, every limb weighs a million pounds from how much I want Tarek. From the back of my knees to my gums I’m…vibrating.
Somehow, I hold it together and see our guests out. They are sated and happy, having come their brains out with an audience. Or rather, Alex did. I’m not sure Davis climaxed or if he cares about such things. Alex is happy. That’s all that I had wanted after drinking with her. The woman had been nervous, eager and just wanting to make us happy.
And, okay. I wanted to drive Tarek wild. I wanted to strip back his cocky demeanor, his painfully practical self—peel back that man and see what laid underneath. I didn’t mean to use sex to reveal his deep inner self…but I don’t regret it. I just didn’t expect to reveal my own.
Don’t get me wrong. Having a couple within touching distance lost in pleasure, having sex was thrilling, interesting, a huge fucking turn-on to watch. Genuine arousal and reactions, the sounds, the smells, her face made the experience fucking mindblowing.
But…Tarek remained in the bed, silent, jaw tight as it all happened, and outside of a few shudders when I caressed him, he stayed so very still. That is so far from the man I’ve gotten to know.
There’s a reckoning coming for what I did.
What’s pumping my blood is not fear but need. Isn’t that something? I pushed a man to the brink then kicked him over the edge. He let me, but he took me with him, and I’m not blind with fear. I want to know what it feels like to freefall with him.
Taking a deep breath, I walk the Green Mile back to the room. At the door, I pause. He hasn’t moved. I become so very aware of how slippery my inner thighs are, how hot I am between my legs, but I hold myself still, too. Scared—but in a so very good way—of what’s going to snap in this moment. I have no doubt something has to break.
I cinch the sash on my robe and edge toward the bed. That small movement almost makes me moan. My nipples are just hard points, begging for a lick, a pinch, any kind of attention.
Tarek’s chest rises and falls and not in a peaceful rhythm. He’s awake then. I rake my gaze down his body. He’s…beautiful. And hard. And the condom’s gone—he must have gotten rid of it when I’d shown our guests out. There’s a new one, unopened at his side.
My legs turn to rubber the closer I get to the bed, to him. Either I’m breathing deeper than normal or the air is still saturated with sex and moist from sweat. I ball my fists to keep from stopping right there, burying my fingers in my pussy to just release some of the tension strumming through my limbs.
If I’m feeling this way…
Tarek sits up. My feet still again. He glares at me. I wait. He picks up the condom. He makes a little growling sound as he strokes it down his dick. There’s a tremor in his hand, a hiss on his lips as he finishes.
“Come here.”
Here I thought his voice was an aphrodisiac before. Now it’s rough and deep, and if his timbre could, it would push me up against the wall and fuck me raw. He scoots to the end of the bed and waits for me to move between his legs. Without words he encourages me to straddle him. He makes a little humming noise as our sex touch.
Face to face, skin to skin, his back under my fingertips and the bumpy rise of ink from his tattoos. It hurts to be this close and so far from what we both need in this moment. “Tarek—”
He puts a finger to my mouth. “Put your hands around my neck.”
Tarek’s already sliding his palms under my ass, lifting me above his cock. I tighten my hold around his neck.
“I’m going to give us exactly what we need.”
His dick slips over my clit. I cry out. “Please.”
Without warning he slams me down. Any other time, that might have hurt. I would be pissed at the rough handle, but my clit loves the slap of our skin together. Every tense, aching part of me lit up from pleasure at that thrust. I go blind for a second at how right, how delicious it felt.
All I can do is moan. “Again.”
His nails bite into the soft flesh of my hips. I love it. I make a sound that’s a cross between a sob and a whimper. He slams me down, and there’s no inch of him that’s not hammered into my fucking bones. I’m so amped I only need two more deep, hard thrusts like that to take me over.
One.
Two.
“I’m going to come.”
The fucker pulls out of me. I am sure my expression says I will murder him, but all he does is laugh for a second. “Unlike you, I’m not going to make you wait longer than ten seconds to finish the job. Get on the bed. Ass up, face down.”
I take a moment to see if there’s any way I can get my brain and my pussy on the same page. We should get our clothes and walk out. We should storm into the bathroom and do the work ourselves. But the ache, the one making my jaw thrum, will not be satisfied with a finger fuck. Worse, he trails kisses along my collarbone, waiting for me to decide. I’m still in control, and now it’s up to me to give it to him. To trust him in this.
As though he knows I’m wavering, he says, “We’ll talk after. On the bed, Nina.”
I do, but I huff and give him an evil eye. I also mutter mean shit about his penchant for wearing socks during sex. But you best believe I put my ass up and my head down.
His first stroke inside me makes the submission worth it. He shifts slightly and that’s even better.
He pauses, his breathing heavy but his hands are gentle as he runs his finger down my sp
ine. “Nina, do you have something against being pinned down?”
“No.”
The weight of his hand pushes at the curve in my back until he’s leveraged a lot of his weight with both hands just above my tailbone. I don’t understand until he takes a tentative stroke.
I gasp. “Oh, my god.”
He’s too far in to be hitting my g-spot, but it’s this hollow zone of pleasure that makes my knees give a little.
“Yeah,” he growls. “That’s the spot.”
He speeds up his pace, and I never quite catch my breath, because he does, in fact, feel ten inches in this position. The orgasm that takes hold of me is hot, hard, and relentless. No. That’s just his dick. A sharp rush of sensation that builds from my pussy engulfs me. I bite the sheets to muffle my keening as I tremble through my orgasm.
“Fuck. You’re still coming.” His shudder ripples through me.
I reach between my legs. My fingers slip over my clit I’m so wet, but it’s where the ache has concentrated. He goes back to slamming our bodies together. I rub my clit to the rhythm of his strokes. I hope this time will be it. This orgasm will make everything okay again. The tension will melt. We’ll forget how I dragged us to the edge.
Oblivion is right fucking there, and I grab hold of it, convulsing until I’m just pleasure. I pulse with it. I never want to not feel like this.
Tarek rocks slowly into me. His hands are no longer pinning me to the mattress. He’s just grunting. Takes me a second to realize he’s waiting. For what? I don’t know.
At least until he says, “You okay?”
“Better than.”
“I need you to give me what you promised me.”
I moan because he’s just grinding into me now. “What?”
“I get your mouth.”
I laugh, the noise so surprising after everything we’ve done tonight. I put a finger to my lips. The sex was good enough to turn my mouth dry. “I.O.U. after I get a gallon of water. Okay?”
“Turn over, then.”
I flop over, but no one should judge me. Tarek’s death stroke has killed me dead. And this is why I’m surprised when he kisses my stomach. Right between my breasts. My mouth. He stays there, sliding back into me. Shit. I can come again. He can feel that too, because he moans into my mouth. I rock to meet his hips. He drags me deeper into the kiss. Strokes deeper into my pussy.
I don’t know where I end anymore. He’s just a need in my gut. A fire that refuses to burn out. I don’t know how long we fuck that way, but eventually he breaks the kiss and lets out a long fuuucccckkk, his whole body shaking at the release of come. It’s beautiful and funny and everything I hadn’t wanted in so long.
NINA
* * *
I WAKE up hot and sticky, with a dead weight on my right side. Takes a few seconds to process it is Tarek’s weight numbing me and convincing my body I’m sweltering from a furnace.
He groans at my squirming to get breathing room. “Sorry. Soft.”
My muddled brain manages to interpret his words as an apology that I was soft. “Hot.”
I’m cold after Tarek rolls to his side of the bed. “Want some water?”
I manage a grunt. The bed shifts. Minutes later, wet glass rubs against my shoulder. He waits until I turn over to hand it to me. Partially sitting up, I chug the water, suck in a breath, and finish the rest. He takes the glass to set on the nightstand.
It’s all so normal. One wouldn’t imagine what we’d just done if they saw us now. I’m not expecting a parade, but there’s no rumination, no highlights or even giggling.
Tarek sits next to me on the bed and runs his fingers down my arm. “Thoughts?”
I gasp though I shouldn’t be surprised. He sees me. I’m not some vessel he needs to fill. I’m me. “What’s next? For the trip?” I ask instead of the laundry list of thoughts running through my mind.
He snorts. “We both know we’re headed to the waterfall next, and that’s what we’re going to do. The traffic’s going to be heavier than the other sights due to the narrow trails. If we have time, we can hit the lake.”
“Sounds good to me.”
He scoots closer and meets my eye. “That’s the top question on your mind right now?”
“Of course.”
“You don’t want to break down why tonight was intense or how did I find a couple or—”
“Okay. Shut up. I do want to know.”
Amusement makes the laugh lines bracketing his mouth crease. “The intensity can be for a number of reasons, but my guess is that this was a first for the both of us.”
“You presume—”
“Either you’re an incredible actress or you were nervous and looking to me right before our friends arrived.”
“Had you waited two seconds I could have finished my sentence.”
“I’m sorry for interrupting you.”
It’s such a little thing for him to apologize, but it’s everything to me. “But I was saying you presume a lot about someone when you hear about their sexual escapades. Yet, I really didn’t think about your sexual history. I assumed you did stuff like this all the time.”
“I’ve only had one threesome before.”
“Oh.”
He leans closer to my face, a grin shadowing the corners of his mouth. “Your cheeks have a glow. Are you blushing?”
“Maybe. I can also be slightly jealous. You’re only supposed to do this kind of freaky shit with me.”
The smile grows. “I thought you were against possessiveness?”
“That was before a really pretty girl put her mouth on your dick. I don’t mind it and I do. Does that make sense?”
He scrubs at his scruff. “I’m very glad you didn’t invite Davis in.”
I squint to try and read his emotions, but I’m only good at spotting rage. There’s none on his face. “He’s caviar, and I’m much more of a steak kind of girl.”
“Am I the steak? Medium-rare?”
Swallowing my laugh, I roll my eyes. He rests his fingers on my throat. “Your Fem Dom act really turned me on. Another first for me.” He pauses. “Ah, and she’s blushing again.”
“Go to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”
His chuckle is more of a rumble, vibrating between us. “So what’s next, Nina?”
I know he doesn’t mean our trek along California. Still, I can’t think of an answer. “I don’t know.” The words leave my mouth and my muscles tense one by one.
He nods slowly. “But I think this means from here on out, we only want us? Is that a fair assumption?”
“I’m still up to watching. That was kind of hot.”
“Freak. Noted.” He leans forward and gives me a chaste peck. “We should sleep. Tomorrow starts early, and we have to go grocery shopping.”
That’s so normal. I give him a real kiss. “Noted.”
18
Tarek
* * *
The next morning, Nina glances into the shopping cart then glares at me. “How many protein bars do you need?”
This is the most domestic moment I’ve ever had in my life, and all I can do is chuckle and shake my head. “I got you some too. Say thank you.”
She tries to turn her grimace into a smile. The expression looks painful. “How thoughtful?”
“Come here.”
Her brows raise. “Oh, we’re back to that?”
“We never left.”
And fuck me at that truth. One more week left for this gig, and I don’t want to end things between us. There’s so much we haven’t done yet. That’s all rolling in my mind as she crowds my space and lifts on her toes. I kiss her, softly, like I just need a breath of fresh air and she’s it. She wraps her arms around my neck, surrounding me in her scent.
As I break the kiss, I realize this is something I should tell her with words. I can only imagine what worries her about me. How can she make a decision or even know where she stands if I haven’t spelled out my intentions? Because I am who I am, I d
o. “I’m about to propose something.”
Her dimple peeks out. “Should I be worried? You look serious.”
“By now, we should have been irritated with each other, bickering.”
“Did you not hear my mini-rant about the protein bars?”
“Nina.” I try to infuse all the seriousness I have in my body in that one word, her name.
“Okay. You’re not really getting on my last nerve. So, what’s the proposition?”
“That when this trip ends, we still see each other.”
She settles back on her feet and tilts her head to hold my gaze. “That’s a big ask. There’s seven more days for me to learn how to hate you.”
I lean down to place a kiss on the tip of her nose. “You won’t.”
She turns away from me, but I’ve already seen her lip bite to curtail a smile. “See. Proving my point. You’re all alpha-like. I mean…ugh.”
I grab her from behind and pull her into me until I can rest my chin on top of her head. “I am, and you still like me. What do you say?”
Nina breathes deeply then leans until she can squint at me for a second then her eyes sparkle. “And what will we be in this hypothetical scenario?”
“Is there an option for you to be the woman I can’t stop thinking about?”
“Oh, shit the game you just hit me with. Panties. Melt.”
I’m laughing when I drag her to face me for another kiss. She hums, and that sound is everything. I close my arms around her to have her flush against me. I don’t care we’re standing in the cracker and bread aisle of a grocery store with people milling around. I am stupid lucky she schemed her way into my life, and truth be told, I could have said no. I should have. I no longer think she’s not safe with me. Nina can hold her own and doesn’t need saving.
The world, no—men have proved to be trash. She doesn’t need me as an example of a good guy. She doesn’t want me to treat her softer, gentler. If I had any doubts of the last, the day before proved me wrong. I didn’t give her pain with a spanking. I didn’t bring us to the edge by closing my hand around her throat for breath play or something else equally dangerous. But I fucked her hard without limits, and she didn’t just take it, she begged for more.