by Krista Wolf
“You’re right,” he growled into my mouth. “You’re not my subordinate. You’re not under my command.” He kissed me hard between each statement, leaving me stunned and dismayed.
“But maybe that’s what I like about you,” he continued. “Ever think of that? I like that you’re tough, Sammara. I like that you don’t take anyone’s shit. Not even mine…”
His hand swept through my hair. I fell backwards, not even sure where I was anymore. I was woozy. Spinning…
“But you’re also in control.”
I gasped as he abruptly spun me around. Ryan shoved me forward and I bent at the waist. My thighs struck the room’s vanity area, my hands finding the edge of the little counter by the sink.
“We almost lost our lives back there,” he grunted, sweeping my hair back. I shivered involuntarily as he buried his face in my neck. “Any other girl would’ve been screaming bloody murder the whole time. Beating on me with her fists. Tearing my hair out as I tried to drive…”
He kissed my ear, hotly. His breathing was driving me absolutely wild.
“But not you,” he whispered. “You stayed strong. You choked back the fear, like a soldier would. And without any training.”
His palms slid up my legs. They brought my sundress with it, exposing my thighs.
“You did it all purely on instinct.”
I felt his hand settle over the bare flesh of my ass. It was rough. Calloused.
A man’s hand.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” Ryan murmured. “You’re fierce. Gorgeous. Intelligent.”
His free hand rolled itself into my hair. He pulled backwards… forcing me to look up.
“Perfect.”
I could see us both in the mirror, side by side, cheek to cheek. Ryan was behind me, his mouth next to mine. The towel had dropped away. I could feel the warm skin of his thighs pressed tightly against mine.
“I was afraid Sammara. Afraid you were too good to be true. Afraid the others wouldn’t find you as perfect as I did, and then I’d lose you before I even had you. Most of all, I was afraid that maybe all this craziness would scare you away.”
Both staring forward, his eyes found mine. Our gazes remained locked in the mirror, tucked away behind the glass.
“Sammara?”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. I tried to find any kind of voice, any kind at all.
“Yes?”
“I’m not afraid anymore.”
He turned his face to kiss me, and I kissed him back. It was greedy. Hungry. Furious. Like we’d been somewhere starving together, and had just been given a banquet.
His hands went to my hips, and he shoved me forward again. Once more I bent at the waist. This time, my sundress was already bunched up over my back. My ass was naked against him, except for my panties.
I gasped again as Ryan’s hand slipped between my legs. With unyielding pressure, he began dragging his fingers up and down along the sheer fabric of my satin thong.
Ohhhhhhh…
He looked at me in the mirror again. This time both our expressions seemed very far away.
“Is this what you want?” he growled, still rubbing.
Up and down he went, from the top of my ass to the base of my clit. My panties were wet in seconds, soaked straight through. My pussy was throbbing. Pulsating…
“YES.”
I felt his finger probing forward, and I braced for the euphoria of feeling him slip inside. But then suddenly—
SNAP!
“OH!”
I jumped as Ryan yanked his arm backwards, snapping in half the thin strip of material that was once my thong. It hurt only for a second, somewhere up around my waist, and then he was pushing two fingers inside me.
Oh my God.
His fingers were thick and strong as they moved through my wetness. I felt them probing… churning…
“Ohhhhhh… Oh fuck…”
It was so incredibly hot, the feeling of his other hand on my ass. The strange, wispy sensation of the shredded fabric as my panties hung down in tatters, brushing against the insides of my thighs.
“We okay?” he growled into my ear. “You and me?”
I bit my lip. Nodded eagerly.
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you now…”
The way he said the word caused me to gush around his hand. My pussy was drenched, my half-lidded eyes staring straight into the mirror. I watched in pure lust as he mounted me from behind. I could see everything that was happening to my body. All of it… right in front me, like some kind of a seedy, live sex show.
His fingers left me and I felt something much larger. Ryan’s cock was fully hard, the head bulbous. Guiding it with one hand wrapped around the base, I felt him pressing it tightly against my opening. I gripped the counter in anticipation.
“I want to be yours…” he whispered into my ear, our eyes still locked in the mirror.
Both hands slid to my hips. His fingers dug in.
“And now you’re mine.”
I moaned as he shoved himself inside me in one single, glorious stroke.
Thirty-One
RYAN
It was incredible, finally taking her like this. Feeling myself inside her… watching her eyes flare wide with a mixture of pleasure and surprise, as Sammara took me all at once, into her body.
I’d wanted her since the beginning. Not the beginning she knew, but all the way back to the origins of our arrangement. Kyle, Dakota… somehow they’d sold me on sharing a girlfriend. On keeping one girl happy between the four of us, so that we’d always, always have her.
The girl I was connected to right now was the ultimate woman. Gorgeous, feminine, strong. Someone we could take care of, but at the same time, someone who always could take care of herself.
My hands gripped the curve of her hips as Sammara bucked back against me. I watched rapturously as my cock disappeared in and out of her, over and over again, plunging and churning somewhere deep in her belly.
God she felt good!
It had been a long time for me. Way too long. I had to be careful, already I was fucking her so hard she was grunting and squeezing her eyes shut. Screwing her with all the pent up frustration and wild abandon of not having had a girlfriend — or even a woman for that matter — in so damned long.
“Ohhhhhh!”
She was crying out too, and that turned me on. Gripping the linoleum of the vanity so hard she might actually scratch it. Best of all she was giving it back — shoving her ass to meet my every thrust, even as I dug my fingers deeper into the supple flesh of her womanly hips.
“FUCK ME...”
The words were dirty and amazing. Her pussy felt like a thousand degrees. Maybe it was the heat of the chase, or the thrill of being bent over and fucked hard in some cheap motel, but she actually felt tropical wrapped around my dick. I couldn’t last like this. Not with her screaming. Not while watching her face and her ass… it was all just too wildly, incredibly hot.
Lifting her up, I spun around and tossed her straight on the bed. Sammara bounced, her hair spilling everywhere, her face all flushed and pink. Her eyes were absolutely wild; her irises still this incredible, sapphire blue, only now they gleamed with all new lustfulness.
She loves this…
Sammara smiled wickedly and spread her legs, beckoning me onto the bed. She was thoroughly mine now. We were lovers. We belonged to each other, and there was nothing stopping either of us from taking whatever we wanted.
She was made for this.
I dove between her thighs, devouring her, smearing my face against her dripping heat. My tongue lashed out furiously. It alternated between driving deep and fluttering over her clit. Through it all she continued screaming, crying out as her body wrenched forward in climactic release, and I felt a stab of pain as Sammara grabbed my head and shoved me into her.
“UnnnGGGhhhhHHH!”
Her entire body folded over as she exploded in a shower of wetness… straight into my
mouth. Still, I never stopped. I drank her in as she gushed, lapping her up in the sheer delirium until her hands uncurled and she pushed me backward as she became all too sensitive to touch.
Then we kissed.
And kissed, and kissed, and kissed some more.
I don’t know how long it went on. Time seemed to lose all meaning. Eventually I pushed her thighs apart and sank into her again, this time letting the full weight of my body drive me into hers. My cock was a steel rod, pumping my mushroom-shaped head into her over and over like a pile-driver. The bed squeaked and Sammara screamed and the shitty headboard threatened to punch right through the wall.
“Oh God…”
We fell into an animalistic rhythm, fucking each other like we were competing in some obscene sports ritual. Sweat beaded down our bodies. It dripped off our noses, into each other’s faces, and neither one of us had a care in the world.
It was primal. Raw. Dirty.
I rolled her onto me, wanting to see her on top. Wanting to look up into those beautiful eyes, to heft the weight of those perfect breasts as she rode me. Sammara took me deep that way, bouncing her ass up and down with an almost pornographic rhythm. She talked dirty to me and I said the filthiest of things right back, talking about how I’d be using her from now on, and that she should make use of my own body whenever she needed it.
We switched positions again… and again after that. All while going over all the incredible things we planned to do to each other, both together as a couple and even with the others.
And through it all? She never stopped fucking me, never stopped bucking back against my throbbing erection. I’d reach out to pinch her swollen nipples or run my thumb over her clit and Sammara only grinned like a demon as she rolled her hips to drive me deeper.
The end came with her on her back, legs spread wide, me pounding away. I was nailing her harder than I’d ever fucked anyone, and the visual of that beautiful face scrunched up in ecstasy was the last straw… the final thing that drove me over the edge.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
“COME!” she yelled, raking her nails down my back. I’d definitely have marks. Maybe scars. Not that it mattered. All that mattered was finishing inside her, to make her fully and completely mine.
“Please baby!” Sammara gasped. “Please come!”
Baby.
Of every word we’d shared so far, filthy or otherwise, it was the most wonderful of them all. It made the whole thing special for us, expanding our relationship. That single word brought the both of us closer, to whole new levels in our hearts and minds.
“Baby… oh honey, please…” Sammara grabbed my face with both hands. “Please, you have to come!”
I let loose, going off like a goddamn cannon. Stars filled my vision, shooting in from every direction as I exploded, roaring out loud, clutching her hips and pulling her tightly against me as I emptied myself inside her.
“Put it inside me…”
My balls twitched. My erection throbbed.
“Yeahhhh, baby! That’s it…”
It was like the end of the fucking world.
A single moan left Sammara’s lips, rising and falling as it was torn from someplace deep her throat. It was more like a hum; a purr of complete satisfaction. She smiled up at me as I finished — sated and happy. All filled and flooded and dripping with my seed.
“Oh my GOD, Ryan…”
I lay down on top of her, resting my full weight on my arms. Our bodies touched, skin to skin, sex to sex. We lay like that for a while, kissing again, me playing with her hair while she caressed the side of my face with the backs of her smooth fingers.
I’d never felt a more instant connection. Physical or otherwise.
“We still stuck on that ceasefire?” she finally giggled.
The warmth and heat from our loins melded us together, cemented by a dripping amalgam of pure, nectar-like sex.
“I’m leaning more toward an alliance,” I told her.
Sammara glanced down to where we were still joined. “An alliance, huh? Well it looks like negotiations are going well so far.”
I smiled and kissed her on the nose. “Yeah, you could say that.”
Eventually we spooned, drifting off into nothingness. Sammara wriggled her ass into me as I folded my arms and legs protectively over her warm body. Just moments after that, she was sound asleep.
Are you really going to do this?
It was a question I’d asked myself a thousand times before. But now, watching the rise and fall of her steady breathing? I was never more sure of the answer.
This was the woman I wanted. The one I’d always told myself was out there, but somehow never found. That I’d get to share her with my brothers-in-arms was a radical idea, and one way different than anything I could’ve imagined.
But it was all the more awesome taking care of her with Kyle, and Dakota, and Briggs.
Four of us. And now, her. We could be unbreakable. Inseparable.
I wanted it more than anything in the world.
Squeezing her into me, I inhaled the wonderful strawberry-like fragrance of her hair… mixed in with the faintest scent of what might’ve been an egg roll.
Then I fell away into that deep, gratifying sleep only the post-orgasmic get to enjoy.
Thirty-Two
SAMMARA
He took me again in the morning, rolling me onto my back and spreading me beneath him in the half-light of dawn.
I opened my thighs eagerly for him, enjoying the pleasant soreness between my legs as we made love slowly, dreamily, still caught up in the throes of sleep. There was no distance between us now, so I clutched Ryan’s body tightly against mine. Focused on the hardness of his muscles, the weight of his taut, military-sculpted body as it pistoned slowly in and out of me. I chewed on his shoulder, screwing myself around him as I came, and when Ryan finally spent himself inside me we locked eyes so intensely that I swore I could see into his soul.
Bedding this man was like winning a prize fight: tough but worth it. I felt like I’d pushed through the struggle of his dark, brooding nature and was finally seeing the kind, caring man beneath.
And as a lover…
God!
To put it bluntly, I’d never been fucked like I was last night. Never been so thoroughly and completely owned by someone, emotionally as well as physically too. It was a thrilling and wonderful thing, even though my body was paying for it now. As I took a much-needed shower in the motel room’s crappy plastic stall, the one thing that rang true was that I’d really been put through the paces.
When I got out Ryan was facing away from me, slipping his boxer briefs up his legs. By the time he turned around, much to my disappointment, they were already covering his ass.
“You smell like wantons,” I laughed, shaking out my hair.
“Wait until the drive back,” he smirked. “Think my clothes are bad? Your jeep is going to be apocalyptic.” He shrugged apologetically. “I don’t even know why you showered.”
“Oh I disagree,” I teased. “I think you know exactly why I showered.”
Finally dressed, we bid our little hideout goodbye. I threw the bed one last wistful glance, knowing it would always hold a special place in my memory.
The morning was bright and clear, the air fresh and fragrant. I breathed as much as I could into my lungs… until we ducked back into the dingy parking garage and opened the door to my jeep.
“Holy fuck.”
Ryan laughed, and I could only stare miserably back at him. Even after we spent the next ten minutes scraping dried rice noodle and wanton from the upholstery, the stench still permeated every inch of the interior.
“Open windows all the way home it is,” I sighed.
“Can’t we take the doors off?”
“Ha ha.”
Ryan scratched his goatee. “It’s funny because we actually could.”
We drove around for a bit just making turns, until the both of us were convinced we weren’
t being tailed or followed. It felt good to finally hit the highway and open up the engine.
“Are you really good with it?” Ryan asked, out of the blue.
My stomach dropped. “What? Us?”
“No silly,” he smiled, taking my hand. I felt a wave of relief as his fingers interlaced with mine. “I mean are you okay with not really knowing what last night was about?”
I realized he was referring to the car chase. Or the jeep and SUV chase. Or whatever the hell it was.
“Yeah, I’m cool.”
“Because I’d understand if you weren’t cool,” he said quickly. “I mean… it’s a lot to ask, not knowing.”
Hell yeah I wanted to know. But if he wasn’t telling me, I realized it was for a good reason. Ryan was protecting me. The less I knew the better.
“You’ll tell me when you’re ready,” I shrugged. “If you’re ready.”
Ryan nodded and looked out the window.
“Until then? I get it.”
We arrived back at the house, where Kyle and Dakota were already out to greet us. They ushered us inside to the delicious smell of bacon and eggs.
“You guys alright?” Dakota asked, his pretty-boy face devoid of a smile for the first time since I’d met him.
I nodded. “Better than ever.”
Kyle nodded. “And you uh… maybe worked a few things out?”
I couldn’t even look at Ryan. Though I knew for a fact he was looking back at me.
“You could say that,” I smiled sheepishly.
“Good,” Kyle grinned. “I’m glad.”
“We’re both glad,” said Dakota. “Seriously.”
It was sweet, knowing the guys cared in this way. Not just about their own relationship with me, but about each other’s. Sending us out for food when they could’ve had it delivered was a cheap ploy, but it served its purpose. Even if it took nearly getting us killed to bring us together, Ryan and I were closer than ever before.