by Azure Boone
The absentminded motion brought Troy's attention to the cross glowing there. He was sure the glow wasn't as bright as before. "Uh, okay. Now?"
Kassern gave a small grin. "Don't sound so eager, Troy." Karly moaned softly and the grin disappeared. "You have time for that pizza first. As long as you make it quick. If you don't mind, make the pizza a double. Karly will need to eat as soon as she can."
"Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes." Lost in thought, Troy crossed the parking lot to the gas station and bought the pizza. By the time he returned to their room, he still hadn't figured out how to tell Devyn they'd been ordered to perform again.
As he set the pizza on the table, the bathroom door opened. Clouds of steam wafted out, backlit from the bathroom, with only a dim lamp on in the main room. The air left Troy's lungs in a rush as Devyn stood there, silent and unmoving.
The combination of the lighting and steam accentuated every perfect curve, making his hands beg to trace the lines of her body. She stepped further into the room and turned on another lamp. The cotton boxer shorts and tank top she wore clung to her damp skin, the fabric so worn it was all but transparent. Sudden heat filled his groin and made his jeans excruciatingly uncomfortable. He managed to keep them on only by sheer will power.
"You brought pizza?" Devyn came all the way into the middle of the room, and broke the spell that had mesmerized Troy.
"I did. I think I'll have a slice with you, then get a shower myself."
By the time he seated himself and slid a piece of the greasy pizza onto a napkin, Devyn was already halfway through her first slice. All the while, she made those little near-orgasmic sounds of appreciation that had haunted him since the leftover Thanksgiving meal in his kitchen.
Suddenly aware of his gaze on her, she glanced up and smiled, and his cock twitched in response, making him shift to ease the pressure his jeans applied. "Sorry, I haven't had good pizza in a while." She took another bite, then spoke around it. "And it's been years since I've had it so loaded with toppings. Pepperoni is a luxury for me, and other meats and veggies are like… maybe one of those gourmet dishes? The ones that are only about two bites and all artistic on the plate, and cost more than my rent for six months?" The rest of the slice disappeared and she reached for another.
Troy's heart wrenched at the deprivation she'd survived, that things he regarded as substandard were extravagant indulgences to her. Out of habit, he thanked God for his good fortune, and for the first time, had a new appreciation for the blessings he often took for granted.
"Enjoy it. There's plenty, and we can get more. They make it twenty-four/seven. We'll make sure to get another as we leave, too." He finished his own slice. "I'm going to get that shower now. Enjoy your pizza." He grinned as she nodded and smiled around another mouthful.
Safely in the bathroom, he couldn't get his jeans opened fast enough. Relieved of the pressure, his hard-on surged to full erection, the head rising over the waistband of his briefs. He staggered as the reaction made him lightheaded. He would never have guessed sexual desire could cause such changes in his body. He'd had hard-ons before, especially when he was younger, but he had trained his body to resist sexual stimulation. Such drastic changes were more than a little disturbing.
He stepped into the shower, goose bumps crawling over his skin in response to the icy cold water. His damn dick stayed hard and throbbed with every beat of his heart, despite the frigid needles of water bouncing off his skin. He washed as fast as he could, refusing to touch the thing, knowing full well if he did, he wouldn't stop until he came.
How was he going to tell Devyn they'd been ordered to perform again? What if she didn't want to make love again so soon? He had no idea how often women could have sex and fully enjoy it. And even though he'd made love to Devyn once, he was like a nervous virgin all over again.
Troy shook his head as he dried himself off, not understanding why he trembled. Seems making love to her once would've removed the whole I'm a virgin syndrome from his body. When they made love and he'd…done all those things, he hadn't had a worry. Never been more confident. Was she feeling the same?
The bathroom door opened and he clutched the towel at his waist, heart flipping.
Devyn.
Nude.
Chapter Sixteen
He did the rude thing and looked directly at her breasts, his stomach going nuts with adrenalin. Her nipples stood erect and insistent on his undivided attention. His lips parted with the instant urge to lick and suckle every part of them.
She slowly closed the gap between them, every step pumping even more heat into his groin. Try as he might, he could not take his eyes off her approaching breasts.
"You want them?"
At the sultry enticement in her voice, he met her gaze for several seconds, the fire in his manhood pulsating. "Yes." The word croaked.
Imprisoned by the passion in her eyes, he felt Devyn's fingers on his towel. Her eyes lowered to his chest and she leaned in and put her mouth right on his nipple.
Troy gasped at the bold act and sensation. Her fingers brushed against his abs and turned them to rock as she undid his towel and it fell to the floor. Jesus. Her fingers slid along the ridges of his torso then she pushed with her palms till his back met the wall. His pulse thundering in his ears, he watched as her lips kissed a painfully slow trail down the center of the muscles lining his torso. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands, so, he embraced the wall the best he could.
At one time he thought only depraved sinners did that. There should've been guilt. But no shame could survive the inferno of desire she created in him. His only concern at that second was not coming before she started doing what he thought she had planned.
Going to her knees before him, she stroked her fingers along his erection. He clenched his eyes shut at how good it felt, then jerked his gaze down with a gasp when a silky flick set fire to the tip. Heat pulsed almost painfully in his groin as she placed kisses along the length, one hand tight around the base, the other discovering everything between his legs.
"Oh God," he gasped, his hand coming to rest on her hair.
Her gaze raised to his as she opened her mouth and took him in. Troy's other hand flew to her head at the shocking sensation and she moaned as she slowly pumped her hot mouth over nearly his entire length. He groaned and gasped as the heat demanded things from him. His fingers clenched in her hair and he pumped back, amazed at the sensations. But the sight of Devyn's sweet mouth moving over his cock, her eyes shining with a combination of heated desire and some tenderness he didn't recognize sent him into a ravishing frenzy of nearly coming, wanting to come, and wanting to wait and prolong the sweet torture.
She mewled to him while she sucked, gasping when she circled the entire end with her tongue. It felt so damn good that Troy cursed aloud and Devyn seemed to take that as a plea for more.
She returned to pumping her mouth over his length until he hit the back of her throat. Troy was lost to the desire, only caring about watching himself slide in and out of her mouth. She looked so amazing devouring him that way and he never dreamed it might feel so good. "Devyn, yes." The words croaked between his rapid breathing.
She moaned, sucking faster in agreement.
"Oh God, yes." His fingers clenched her hair tighter as the heat built to explosive levels. Troy pumped his hips faster wanting to come right on her mouth the way she had come on his.
"Yes, come baby," she gasped on the head, before returning to pumping her mouth on his entire length at a hungry pace.
"Oh God yes, suck it, suck me." He gripped her head with both hands and pumped in time with the orgasm surging like a wave. The fiery sperm shot into her mouth and Troy's roar met her gasp as he threw his head back and let it take him to that other dimension. Seemed like an eternity in those few seconds before he slowly became aware of her soft moans as she rubbed the head of his shaft all over her shiny lips, wet with his come. He could hardly believe she'd done that. And where were the feelings of disg
ust that should accompany an act he'd always considered dirty and sinful?
When her eyes fluttered open and met his gaze, Troy couldn't wait to do the same for her. Just like she'd done to him.
Grabbing a towel, she wiped her face then kissed her way up his body. Impatient, Troy pulled her up the rest of the way and claimed her mouth hungrily as he turned with her, placing her back against the wall. "Your turn," he whispered right in her mouth.
Her hands pulled in his hair by the time his lips and tongue claimed her breasts. Filling his hands with the firm satin, he flicked her nipples relentlessly, loving the way she arched and pushed them into his mouth. He could hardly wait to make her orgasm again. Make her call his name. He never dreamed he could love anything so much.
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Devyn's body felt like it was going to explode. Troy's mouth on her nipple was beyond her ability to comprehend. A touch that would have brought only discomfort with someone else drove her to the very edge of sanity with Troy. Every flick of his tongue sent heat blasting through her, to pool between her legs.
With his mouth on one nipple, his hand on the other, he maneuvered her sideways, until she stood in front of the sink. Her reflection in the mirror was nearly unrecognizable, with kiss-swollen lips, flushed cheeks and passion-glazed eyes so dark they could be mistaken for black.
Troy noticed her preoccupation and glanced to see what had her attention. He went still for a moment, then turned his attention back to her nipple. His hands on her hips guided her as he changed their positions so Devyn's side was to the mirror while he faced it.
He drew his mouth back from her nipple a little. "Look in the mirror, Devyn."
She complied, the air leaving her lungs in a rush when he met her gaze in the mirror. His tongue flicked out to barely touch the tip of her nipple. Her reflexive moan drew a half smile to his lips before he continued to tease her. Watching his mouth do things to her breasts that she'd never imagined made her want so much more.
Every spare moment since they'd first made love had been spent replaying every sensation and response, in her head. Maybe the idea of women really getting off during sex wasn't so far-fetched after all. It certainly didn't mean it would ever happen to her again. But God, she wanted it to.
Troy raked the edge of his teeth across her nipple with excruciating gentleness, bringing her full attention back to his actions. He continued teasing her with his mouth, while his hands squeezed her ass.
His left hand slid up her spine, pausing to caress and massage muscles she hadn't even noticed were tired. At the same time, he skimmed his right hand under her breasts, then down over her belly to pause just under her navel, right where a baby would grow, if that ever happened for her.
Devyn gasped, eyes going wide. Such a thought was the closest thing to blasphemy for a woman like her, and she'd never thought of pregnancy in any other light than sheer terror at the first hint of a late period. At her back, the caresses slid further down, to the upper curve of her ass, nestling between her cheeks to insist she stop thinking.
Troy took a deep breath, the air cooling her moist skin, and let his fingers slip down to graze her pubic hair. Thoughts fled as she trembled in response, her inner muscles tightening and creating friction within her. Tender fingers parted sensitive folds and slid between. One fingertip brushed across her clit. It hardened, pulsing and ready for more stimulation, making Devyn's breath hitch in response.
Desire parted her thighs to give Troy better access to her body's secrets, and he took full advantage. Wet heat built as he slid his finger further back and teased her opening with the calloused tip. By the time he complied with her silent pleas and allowed his finger to probe inside her, her entire body quivered. Fiery sparks followed his lips down her belly, lingering at various landmarks – the notch of her ribs, the edge of her belly button, the lower curve her ribs, the hollow inside her hip-bone. Those little sojourns of tongue and lips left Devyn panting with want. When he finally teased down the crease of her thigh to her outer lips, she whimpered, hips rocking in reflex.
Gentle but firm hands on her hips maneuvered her around so the lower curve of her ass rested on the edge of the sink. One hand went behind her knee to lift her leg, propping her heel on his shoulder.
A moment of shyness struck, leaving her uncomfortable with the position. The vulnerability of being open to his gaze, her secrets on display, went against every self-preservative instinct. Troy growled then, like a predator with a prize warning others away, repelling even her fear. The protective sound assured her that he would tolerate no harm to her, and she once more relaxed and submitted freely.
Sweeping his tongue up her slit, he moaned, and brought his fingers up to spread her lips, exposing her clit to his caresses. Flicks so light she could barely feel them at first buzzed across her clit. Seeking more, she thrust against his mouth, whimpering in a vague attempt to communicate her need. He apparently understood, slipping his finger back inside her, gasping when her muscles clenched and dragged it in further. His tongue flattened against her clit with a massaging motion, while his free hand moved up the back of her thigh to let his fingers explore the bottom of her ass.
A finger from the hand at her ass dipped forward for a brief plunge inside her, making her cry out in surprised pleasure. Apprehension seized her gut when the same finger, slick with her fluids, slipped back to apply gentle pressure against her puckered opening.
Other men had begged for that privilege. A few had tried to force the issue, and one had taken despite her objections. Troy set up a rhythm of gentle pressure and release, pulsing in time with his tongue on her clit and the finger inside her. It only took a moment for her apprehension to ease and the pleasure to intensify.
Tension coiled within her belly, promising an explosive release that continued to hover just out of reach. Seeming to sense frustration looming, Troy slid his finger from inside her and replaced it with his tongue, thrusting and dipping, carrying her across the plateau, and ratcheting her arousal up another notch.
Returning his tongue to her clit with a lighter touch, he slowly worked his finger back inside, applying pressure in creative patterns to her inner walls. He stroked the particularly sensitive area deep inside while he drew her clit between his lips and applied gentle pressure. His tongue began a rapid cycle that sent strobes of pleasure bolting through her pelvis.
A suddenly unbearable pressure centered between her hips, pulsed, then detonated. Her hands clutched helplessly in his hair, refusing to allow him to stop even if he'd wanted. Sharp cries echoed off the cracked tile of the bathroom until the explosions began to ease.
Troy stood, panting, his lips wet with her fluids, and shifted her position to bring her legs around his waist and allow the head of his hard-on to poise at her opening. Devyn lost no time tightening her legs to draw him inside, moaning as he slid in inch by inch. Stretched wide to receive his cock, her inner muscles danced around him.
Eyes closed, Troy leaned to claim her mouth in a hungry demand for everything she had to give. Surprised at the inoffensive taste of her own essence upon his lips, Devyn returned his kiss with equal hunger. The rhythm of his thrusts grew increasingly urgent until her head fell backward, changing the angle of penetration just slightly.
Following a slight pause in timing, his pace increased to a frenzy until he plunged into her one last time with a roar, and froze, quivering, while his volcanic heat erupted into her. Pushed over the precipice by his orgasm, Devyn arched further, her legs pulling him deeper, while her inner muscles cascaded into spasms that milked him furiously.
Collapsed against Troy's chest, trying to catch her breath, Devyn shuddered in the aftermath. Had she really just come? Again? So much for her theory of it being a rare occurrence.
Still breathing hard, Troy bent and swung her into his arms, drawing a surprised squeal from her. Trying not to laugh, he carried her through to the bed and deposited her gently. "Need anything? I'm going to check on Karly and Kassern, and take them some
pizza."
Devyn shook her head. "I'm good."
He leaned and tasted her lips. "You certainly are." Grinning at his own corny joke, he rose and went back to the bathroom. Seconds later he returned, pulling up his jeans, shirt hung over his shoulder. At the connecting door, he tapped and dragged his shirt over his head while he waited for an answer.
Devyn watched, her mouth watering to taste his skin again. He frowned and knocked more firmly. Not waiting for an answer, he pushed the door open.
After a moment, he signaled for her to come. Was something wrong with Karly? Heart pounding, she jerked the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her instead of taking the time to get dressed. Careful not to stumble, she darted into the next room.
Somehow, Kassern managed to appear even larger lying in the bed than he did while standing, despite the gauntness of his face and chest. His normal pallor had deepened, leaving spots of high color on each cheekbone and dark smudges below his eyes while his stern mouth looked unnaturally red.
Perhaps even more surprising, Karly lay atop him with her head resting on the powerfully muscled chest, silky hair spilling across his shoulder. One heavy arm lay about delicate shoulders, apparently holding her in place. Most of her injuries had faded, leaving nearly healed bruises and fresh pink scars.
How the hell? Or maybe what the hell?
Kassern opened one eyelid just a crack and scowled. "About damn time." His voice sounded painfully hoarse. He stroked the back of Karly's head for a quiet moment, then gently shook her awake. "You need to eat."
Chapter Seventeen
Karly sat up disoriented. Until her eyes landed on her red giant. She could hardly believe he was real. She'd remembered a commotion had distracted the bastards helping Jake kill her, remembered being roused from the pain and drug-induced stupor she'd lain in. Through narrow slits of her battered eyes, she'd seen him, had even been afraid he was there to add to her torment. But then the giant had grabbed Jake's right hand, still swollen where she'd managed to drive a fork deep into the side of his palm and the next thing she knew, blood began to fly and the sound of a knife repeatedly tearing flesh had consumed her.