Joyce, Rebecca - Her Dirty Mechanics [The Men of Treasure Cove 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  He must have found what he was looking for since he made a muffled groan and pulled her tightly into his arms, pressing his lips to hers. This time there was no gentleness about it as she readily accepted his lips. Their lips sucked and teased the other, dueling with each other, just like hours ago, when they had argued with everything in them. There were no halves with Peter. It was all or nothing. She learned that early.

  Nevertheless, he still was not using his tongue. The pink tongue that was teasing her with softly touched her lips and then retreated into his mouth. She didn’t want to wait longer and boldly licked his upper lip while biting his lower lip gently.

  He growled, giving her the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth and search for the elusive tongue of his. With a deep moan, his took charge as his tongue found hers and dueled for supremacy to taste all the riches inside her mouth. He tasted so sweet, like honey, and she wanted to eat him up altogether.

  It was at that moment that she found herself disappointed that she was human and had to come up for air. When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing heavily, as if they had run a mile in a minute. His lips looked red and swollen, and hers felt thoroughly kissed. His arms were still around her, and while they were kissing, her hands had found their way around his neck, into his hair.

  “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you,” he breathed. “What are you making me do, Vanessa? What are you doing?”

  She didn’t have any answer for him. She didn’t know what they were doing. She didn’t know what this would do to their relationship. However, it felt so right, and she knew that she couldn’t turn back now. Not after she had gotten a taste of him. She had to have all of him.

  “I am going to be so much trouble for you, and you are going to love every minute of it,” she teased.

  Peter looked at her as if she had just handed him a billion dollar check.

  “Nothing that I can’t handle,” he replied, grinning.

  “That’s right, nothing that you can’t handle.”

  “Vixen,” he growled, pulling her against his hard body. For the life of her, she didn’t know why she said what she said next, but something deep in her gut told her it was the right response.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  The hardness of his cock responded immediately, and strengthened into hard stone. His arms tightened, and his face grew darker, if that was even possible. On some level, she had always known what he really was. Hell, living in Treasure Cove, it was nothing to see dominant men on a daily basis. She had been to the Pleasure Cave, she had seen what happened, but until now, she never partook in the frivolities of that lifestyle. Maybe it was her stubborn streak, or her desire for complete independence, hell, she didn’t know, but standing with Peter in the dark, in the middle of an open field, it felt right, as if this was what she needed, craved, desired.

  Burying her hand in his wet hair, she pulled him closer to her. He responded by sliding his hands that were resting on her waist, upward. His hands, slowly, so slowly were beginning to torture her as they crept up from her waist, along her sides toward her breasts, not quite touching them, but teasing them. She was not a very patient person, especially when it came to pleasure. She placed her own hands on top of his and guided them to where she wanted them, on top of her breasts. When his thumb grazed her erect nipples, she gave a slight gasp against his mouth. This seemed to unleash something elemental in him as he started to knead and caress her breasts with abandon.

  Her nipples had always been sensitive, and with his hands and thumbs rubbing them, it wreaked havoc on her remaining senses. A moan started deep in her throat as his fingers pinched her nipple lightly, changing into a scream as he pinched harder. She arched her back to press further into him. She could feel his erection against her crotch, hot and throbbing. She remembered absently thinking that it must be rather uncomfortable being that hard. Almost unconsciously, she shifted her hips against his to rub against his erection, causing him to jerk and moan loudly. It was all she could do not to come right then. Suddenly he removed his hands and moved away from her. She felt bereft without his body, and she must have made a sound to express her displeasure because he chuckled and lifted her face up to his with his hand.

  “Oh, my beautiful siren, this isn’t how it works. You have me at a slight disadvantage here. I am naked as the day I was born and you are still fully clothed. The roles are reversed, and before we go any further, it is my duty to right them. Now strip,” he ordered.

  Not wanting to disappoint him, Vanessa slowly unbuttoned each and every one of the buttons that adorned her Chanel shirt. She loved this shirt, enjoyed the feel of the soft silk against her skin. However, at this moment in time, she wanted to rip it from her body. She thought about doing a little strip tease, but quickly squashed that idea because she would swear that his eyes were burning like flames in a fire. She didn’t want to bait a tiger, and one wrong move and she was afraid he would pounce and eat her alive. His eyes darkened and his cock twitched as the shirt fell to the ground, leaving her in her jeans and the pale lacy Victoria Secret bra.

  Slowly she pushed the straps off her shoulders and reached behind her unhook the bra. Still holding the front in place with one hand, she removed the straps from her arms. She could see his hands balled at his sides trying not to reach for her. She could see when he lost that battle and stumbled toward her to rip the offending piece of clothing away. She flinched, but held her ground.

  Standing half-naked before him, she moved her hands to the waistband of her jeans and swiftly unzipped them. She shimmied out of her jeans, as the night’s air kissed her skin. She was already too warm and she knew before long, her body would be on fire. With her jeans on the ground, she stood naked with all of her imperfections, and yet the fire in his eyes made her feel beautiful.

  He stared at her. She was beginning to feel a little foolish and self-conscious just standing there, open to his gaze. His eyes were everywhere, lingering just a bit more around her breasts and her bare pussy. She could feel herself get wetter just by his looking. If she didn’t know better, she’d have thought she was dripping even. He did nothing but look at her, as if he wanted to memorize each inch of her body in his mind. After some time, she lost her cool and started to try to cover herself with her hands, but he was quicker. He caught her hands in his own and placed them over his chest.

  “Don’t you ever hide from me,” he said. “You’re perfect, Vanessa.” He was whispering into her ears. She raised her face and saw such sincerity there. His eyes were filled with fire that threatened to melt and turn her into a puddle of goo right where she stood.

  He lowered his head, and she readied her lips for another onslaught, but he surprised her when he dipped lower and went for her neck. He kissed and licked every inch he found, pushing his hands into her hair, causing the clip she had used to hold up her hair to fall. As her hair tumbled into his hands, he gripped some of it and pulled roughly. She let him, and he took advantage of her position and started kissing even lower. She gave a slight whimper when he bit at the juncture between her neck and shoulder. She could feel him smiling as he moved his lips upward to her ears. She couldn’t help but shudder as his tongue slid along her ear. She was very sensitive there, and somehow, he knew it.

  “I am going to eat you alive.”

  “Oh yes,” she whimpered as her body turned to putty.

  Peter ran his hands over her breasts and stroked her nipples. His lips made their way from her mouth all the way to the open space in the center of her chest. His tongue passed over to her right nipple, circling it delicately. She sighed as he put his entire mouth over it, sucking. As she began writhing beneath him, Peter stopped and switched to the other side. She threw her arms around his neck and held him close to her. His hands gently cupped her breasts. His left hand fondled her nipple. “Beautiful,” he mumbled as her hardened tip slipped from his mouth. He kissed her abdomen and then her navel. His tongue playe
d with her soft flesh, exciting her further as she squirmed with pleasure. He licked the area just above her pussy and she gasped.

  He placed light kisses around her mound, sending jolts of electricity through her body. He separated her legs and began kissing her inner thighs. She watched him intently, her breathing ragged. He ran a finger along her slit and looked up at her as she stared into his eyes. She became wetter by the minute, waiting for Peter to feel it. With both thumbs, he spread her lips and covered it with his mouth. Vanessa threw her head back in ecstasy, moaning loudly. His tongue snaked up and down her slit, nibbling on her sensitive lips. Peter licked and sucked her pussy lips as he slipped his tongue inside, fucking her gently with his tongue until her knees threatened to give out and she couldn’t stand anymore. He gently helped her to lie down on the cool grass, so soft it tickled her.

  She needed him to touch her clit. It was swollen and hard and standing out against the hood. She felt like she would explode the moment he touched he touched her, but he avoided it. She knew he was purposely not touching her there, torturing her with his talented mouth. “More,” she begged him. “Please make me come.”

  Peter nonchalantly went on licking around her pussy. Suddenly he latched onto her clit without warning and sucked her hard. Vanessa cried out, tears welling in her eyes from the intense pleasure. She was close, so close to a magnificent orgasm. She could feel a tingling start from the tips of her toes and move up. Then just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped and stood up. She cried out her frustration, glaring up at him. “Why did you stop?”

  “Because I can.”

  * * * *

  If Peter weren’t so turned on by the fact that he was finally alone with the beautiful and naked Vanessa, he would have laughed. Her expression was priceless. He would bet everything he owned on the fact that no one had ever talked to her the way he just did. It was almost humbling that he was the first, and he was surely going to be the last.

  Moving around her, he eyed his prize. She was stunning under the light of the moon, but untouched. Oh, he knew she had been with his friends, and had other lovers before, but she was untouched in the way of dominance. He wondered how a strong woman, who fought for her country, would feel or what she would do when all he wanted was to redden that luscious ass of her, tie her down, and fuck her little body into submission.

  Knowing there was only one way to find out, he said firmly, “On your knees.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “When I tell you to do something, the correct response is ‘yes, sir.’”

  When Vanessa didn’t move, Peter wasn’t surprised. He knew this was all going to be new for her, and he accepted the fact that she would make some elementary mistakes. It was his job to show her, to teach her what he expected as a submissive. With her strong determination and independent nature, it wasn’t going to be easy. Regardless, he was going to love the challenge.

  Kneeling before her, he wasted no time in grabbing her legs and twisting them until she was flat on her stomach. He ignored her expletives, and before she could turn around and punch him for manhandling her, he raised his hand and spanked her ass hard.

  “You son of a bitch!” she screamed, her voice echoing in the open field.

  Peter smacked her again, and again she screamed. With another swift blow, her words died on her lips, only to be replaced with a guttural moan.

  Running his hands across her reddening bottom, he felt the heat emanating from under his palm. His pink handprints were slightly raised, the heat rising from her skin bringing with it a smile of satisfaction. He stroked her tender skin lightly. The tickling trail of his fingers skimming along made her clear her throat and utter a husky moan of frustration.

  She wiggled her hips back and forth, turning to look into his eyes.

  “That hurt.” She pouted beautifully.

  He pulled her close, his lips finding hers. Her eyes closed as his tongue twisted and skipped along hers, all slick and warm. Reaching for her shirt lying on the ground, he deftly made use of what he has available, and while he devoured her with his mouth, he tied her arms behind her back.

  She broke the kiss as she leaned back, her eyebrows raised dramatically.

  “I think I have you trapped now.”

  Peter chuckled, sliding his hands upward. She resisted, but only for a moment before moaning from his touch. Her eyes locked with his as his hands continued, raising her arms above her head. Holding her wrists, Peter kept her from removing her makeshift binds.

  She whimpered throatily as he tenderly lowered her back to the ground.

  “Okay, Peter, I’m your prisoner now. So what are you going to do to me?” she whispered coyly.

  Peter looked down her body and grinned. “I’m going to have my wicked way with you.”

  Nibbling, biting, and licking his way down to the soft fold of her body where her graceful neck met her slender shoulder. His tongue licked lower, flicking across the swell of her breasts.

  Vanessa moaned and thrashed her head from side to side as his sharp teeth nipped at her skin, tasting her tenderness. She tasted like spring, not yet summer, the sweet fruit at the peak of ripeness, making her all the more delicious by the seasoning of the salt of her sweat and the delicate scent of her perfume. His hand slid down between them to cup her bare mound, which was shaved perfectly with a small triangle at the top. His middle finger stroked her dainty pink hood. Softly, like flittering butterflies, the first drops of rain began. Thunder rolled off in the distance as he stroked and flicked her clit, causing her hips to buck and roll.

  Peter chuckled and stepped back again, withdrawing his hand from her mound, and once more, Vanessa cried out in frustration. He stood back and admired her, now slightly sweaty, her hair a little disheveled. She looked stunning, a tousled, flushed beauty, so delicate and decadent, feisty and flighty, a sensual butterfly begging to be captured.

  “Roll over,” he ordered, and this time, Vanessa did as directed. Her ass up, knees bent beneath her, her chest flat against the soft grass. Peter slapped her ass hard once more, making her yelp, before walking to where he dropped his clothes. He reached for his pants, and slowly removed his leather belt, never taking his eyes off her.

  “What are you going to do with that?” she asked, the fear evident in her voice.

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “I don’t think so, bucko!” she shouted. “Untie me now.”

  “Hush now, Vanessa,” Peter said, making his way back to her.

  “I mean it, Peter. You whip me with that belt and I get to do the same to you.”

  “Sounds interesting.” He grinned wickedly, holding the belt firmly in his hand.

  Reaching back, he let the leather belt fly. The sound of it hitting flesh vibrated in the air. A red whelp appeared almost instantly, and Peter could not stop himself as he reached out and rubbed the reddening mark.

  “That hurt!” she exclaimed loudly.

  “I know, my little siren. That’s why I’m going to be very careful.” He paused for effect before he struck her once more.

  “Just imagine the feel of the leather as it touches your clit,” he said reverently as he struck her again. The night sky thundered ominously, and the rain sloshed loudly against the ground, soaking their bodies. Vanessa gasped as another bite of the belt touched her skin. Defensively she pushed her thighs together. Instead Peter use the belt to stroke her thighs, tickling the backs of her knees, stroking her arms, making her moan and squirm.

  “Vanessa, you are a vixen,” he said, admiring her wet, glistening body before him on the ground as he started to rub his shaft. Her eyes widened, as he continued to stroke up and down his shaft. Moving closer to her, he growled as the sexy siren before him licked her lips. As he stood before her, her breath caressed his cock and before he can stop her, she opened her mouth, welcoming his cock. Peter pushed his dick forward, sliding his member into the wet warmth of her mouth. He could feel her breath as she exhaled through her nose, tickling his balls. S
he sighed happily, as if he fulfilled a secret wish of hers.

  She smiled around his cock as she wiggled her tongue. The tip brushed briefly against the back of her throat. Surprised, she gagged, her body heaving. Peter pulled back, concerned for a moment. His cock half in her mouth, she nodded her head up and down, as if she were encouraging him, wanting him to continue. Her smiling lips wrapped around his throbbing member as he stepped forward again, sliding in deep. Her feminine grunts spurred him onward as he began slowly to fuck her pretty face, each thrust eliciting a soft, anxious whimper.

  He couldn’t see her eyes, but he knew from the sounds of her moans that she was enjoying this. If that weren’t signal enough, she slid his cock forward, deeper down her throat, arching her back and opening her thighs, exposing her pussy to the night as the rain dripped heavily from their bodies. As his hips hunched backward to withdraw, she moaned, latching onto him with a deep suction.

  “Oh fuck, Vanessa.”

  She responded to his exclamation by sitting up, kneeling before him as her hands reached around his hips and pulled him forward until his cock completely filled her throat, cutting off her air. Her back arched and her toes curled. Peter tried to step back, but she held him there, her nails digging into his skin.

  “Vanessa, enough,” he grunted as her tongue wrapped around his cock, heightening the tight suction of her mouth. She moaned deeply, the vibration making his cock pulse in her throat. She was showing off, and he knew it, wanting him to know how well she could take his cock, that she would challenge him every step of the way. Peter knew she wasn’t a real submissive, but was willing to play along. Only now did he figure that she wanted it on his terms. He didn’t mind a strong, independent woman, but in bed, he was the ruler of the universe. Realizing that at this moment she’d rather have his cock in her throat than take another breath, Peter was only too happy to oblige her.