by Vella Day
“Cool.”
“I have to say I am very impressed. This takes a lot of trust on your part, and I will reward you. I promise you will not be left wanting at the end of our endeavor.”
“If my pussy could talk, she’d say thank you.”
Kurt strapped the ball gag on, and she bit down on the soft rubber. “Idkna jrd sl oiwd.” She couldn’t even say one coherent word.
“That’s good.” He laughed and wagged a finger. “Next time you sass me, remember this.”
Thank goodness he winked. Excited beyond words, she watched him, hoping he’d strip. To her dismay, he slid open her legs and pushed her feet closer to her butt so that her knees bent.
“I moved you into position too quickly. Gotta get rid of these pretty panties. I do appreciate your choice in underwear, but you know my preference is none at all.”
Panties were a must. Without them, her pussy would gush and leak through her shorts.
He straightened her legs, removed the thong, and suddenly, she was at his mercy. It was like the world had disappeared, and they were the only two people on earth. He returned her feet to their position.
“You are glorious.” He knelt on the end of the lounger and ran a finger up her inner thigh.
It tickled, but she refrained from squirming. Wanting to enjoy every sensation, she closed her eyes and let her mind take over. In this intimate world with Kurt, no evil beings were after her, and Drake was enjoying his day with friends.
Kurt drew circles with his finger as he edged his way closer to her pussy. Her arousal scented the air as he neared her opening. He must have leaned forward, because his elbows wedged her legs open wider, forcing her pussy lips to spread. She was sure the hood on her clit had peeled back to expose her sensitive nub.
Lick me.
She moaned partially to get his attention, but the sound came out muffled.
“Your pussy is so wet. Oh, look. You leaked on the pillow.”
The swipe of his tongue startled her. She lifted her hips but dropped them right away, remembering what happened when she’d moved with Drake.
Don’t let him punish me.
When he closed her legs together, her eyes flew open. Her brows pinched. Kurt stood, toed off his shoes, and unbuttoned his shorts. Her breaths came out fast. He looked pissed. She bet if he’d been wearing a belt, he might have used it across her ass.
When her pussy tightened, she had to chastise her body. She did like a bit of pain, but a leather strap might be too much for her to bear.
“I had planned on spending hours licking you clean, but you don’t seem able to handle the direct assault for long. I’ll have to speed up your release time.”
Hell, that worked for her. She could use his cock right now. As he lowered his shorts, his huge dick popped out. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so willing to have sex with him. Even though Drake hadn’t spent much time inside her, she was still a little sore.
“I need you to get on your elbows and knees.”
She needed to tell him that she’d never had a cock in her ass before, but she decided just to ring the bell if he placed his dick at her back entrance. Happy that she had her alarm, she lowered her arms and sat up.
As if she weighed twenty pounds, he flipped her over with ease. If she thought she was exposed before, now she was totally vulnerable. Kurt was behind her, and she couldn’t tell his next move.
He gently clasped her head. “Whatever you do, don’t look behind you.”
Now why did he say that? It only made it appear like she wouldn’t want what he was about to do. She clasped the bell tighter.
The scent of lube wafted up to her, and she tightened her rear.
He rubbed her ass. “Your cheeks are so perfect, but don’t worry, I need to stretch your ass the first time. When you take my cock back there, I want you to welcome him, not be in pain.”
Her back sagged as she let out a breath.
To her surprise, he began by kissing each cheek before kneading them, one in each hand. She felt cherished, as if he wanted her to enjoy him so much.
Even above the wind rustling the leaves, his groan sounded loud, and she would have smiled had she not had the gag in her mouth. His cock suddenly appeared between her legs. Yes! Ever so slowly, he drew his dick back and forth across her opening until she felt her juices drip on him. He reached under her and pressed on her clit. Her back arched and her stomach contracted. Oh, my Lord, but that almost set her off. She squeezed her eyes shut to help control the spasms rolling down her body.
He got off the bench. She was about to rip the gag out of her mouth and yell at him, when he stepped to the side. He reached in and pinched her nipple with his left hand while he massaged her anus with the other. Together, the sensations collided as they raced up and down her body. He might not be playing with her pussy, but her cunt sure was wet.
He leaned over and nibbled on her neck. “If you don’t climax until I command you, I promise you will be happy.”
Then stop tormenting me and fuck me. She had to admit his alpha maleness excited her, and with his every command, tremors rippled up her body.
His thumb dipped into her back hole, and as he swirled it around, the muscled ring relaxed.
“That’s a good little sub. Let me make this wonderful.”
She wanted something wonderful in her life. She was tired of working all the time and at the end of the day having nothing to show for it. Her one-bedroom rental was okay, but she had no money in the bank and debts to pay. This was the first time hope had wedged its way in her heart.
He twisted first her right nipple, and then her left. Passion built inside her as he pulled and tugged on the tips. Her swollen crests ached, but with the pain came a lot of gain. His thumb dipped into her ass causing her to clench her rear.
His finger disappeared, and the slap once more took her by surprise. “No clenching.”
She inhaled and nodded. Being a newbie really sucked. He ringed her hole with more lube and then threaded not one, but two fingers into her. There was a slight pinch at first, but then it disappeared. He scissored his fingers and hit some nerves that seemed connected to her pussy somehow.
How was that possible?
He stepped back. Plastic crinkled. Now what was he doing? She didn’t dare try to speak. Kurt was right in asking her not to watch. The unknown heightened her arousal. The man did seem to be an expert on how to ratchet her desire.
“I want you to get used to having something in your ass, so I’m going to insert a small plug back there. Except for needing to take it out to wash it, I want you to wear this tonight.”
She had to think about that. She supposed he had a point. His cock was huge, and perhaps the only way to accommodate him was to have something in her to stretch her out. She nodded.
He rubbed her rear. “I can’t tell you how pleased I am with you. Perhaps I should send Mendez a thank you card.”
She had to laugh at that one as she, too, had him to thank for bringing them together. But he certainly wouldn’t be thanked for any other reason.
Kurt pressed what felt like a three-inch wide ball against her butthole. Did he truly believe that would fit? While he kept rubbing her ass, he eased it in. When it popped past her ring, she sucked in a breath.
“Breathe, little sub. It’s okay.”
How his words of encouragement helped, she didn’t know, but they did. Her pulse raced at the foreign sensations, but when he pulled it out and pressed it in a second time, her body calmed. Perhaps to distract her, he tweaked her nipples again. By now, they were swollen and tender, but his touch took her mind off of what he was doing to her ass.
She wasn’t sure this gag worked, because her groans sounded loud to her.
When the damn plug was fully seated, he tapped her rear. “Now for your reward. Are you ready?”
She’d been ready twenty minutes ago. She nodded. He climbed behind her and spread her legs wider, but that only pressed the small fake cock farther into her.
It must have hit some happy nerves, because her pussy tightened and her juices flowed.
Chelsea thought he’d give her his cock right away, as she was so close to an orgasm, but instead, Kurt pressed two fingers into her wet hole and strummed her clit.
Oh, oh, oh.
Heat streaked through her. Don’t come, don’t come.
This was pure torture. Then the head of his cock opened her pussy lips. He lowered his hands to her hips and drove into her with one powerful stroke. Had he not been holding her, she would have shot forward.
She nearly split in half. Having the plug in her ass along with Kurt’s big dick in her pussy, she was stretched so wide, bolts of electricity were firing everywhere.
“Honey, you are amazing. I can’t get enough of you.”
Gone was the tone of a dom. Instead, he seemed like a man lost in the wonderment of her body. That gave her so much joy.
He lowered his chest to her back, slid his hands down her arms, and clasped his fingers right above her elbows. Hair had sprouted on the back of his hands, and she swore his bones cracked. Holy shit. Was he going to change while he was in her?
She didn’t get to dwell on it, because his kisses came from a man and not a werewolf. He licked the shell of her ear and nibbled once more on her neck, almost as if he was preparing to bite her. Her hormones sizzled and her body pulsed. He drove into her relentlessly.
“Come for me.”
That was one command she wanted to obey. He captured her tits and grabbed her nipples. When he lowered one hand and rubbed her clit, she shot off like a NASA rocket. Her climax swept in and carried her away while her pulse soared and blood pounded in her ears. She screamed, but the gag did its job in containing the noise.
His cock expanded to epic proportions and shot hot semen into her. Her body throbbed and continued to climb as her orgasm pumped away.
Kurt slid his hands to her waist, pulled her up on her knees, and kissed her neck. “You are amazing.”
The plug in her ass hit a few different nerves and sent another spike of lust up her spine. Holding her steady with an arm across her chest, he undid the gag. Once removed, she opened and closed her mouth to get the muscles working again.
Every part in her body melted, and had he not been holding her, she’d be face down. Kurt pulled out his cock.
“If I had my way, I’d stay in you a lot longer, but you have goose bumps on your arms. I’m sorry if you were cold. You should have rung the bell.”
“I wasn’t cold. Trust me.”
Kurt stepped off the seat and carried her inside. “Let me wipe you clean.”
When she stood, that damn plug moved, making her think about him fucking her ass. Oh, boy. She was so not going to sleep tonight.
Kurt had just wiped her pussy clean when the back door opened. Instinctively, she covered her tits.
Kurt laughed. “It’s Drake.”
How did that make it better? They might have claimed they wanted to share, but would Drake be jealous she’d just had the most amazing sex on the planet?
“Whoa!” Drake’s grin spread across a very tired-looking face. “Darlin’, please don’t ever change.”
Chapter Nine
Chelsea lifted her chin. “You had your chance.”
For a second, she regretted her flippant tone, but his wink told her that he understood he deserved her response. Kurt came inside, fully dressed, with the bag of toys and her thong.
He handed it to her. “Thought you might want this.”
“Thanks.” Despite trying to act casual, her face burned.
When she bent over to put on her panties, the plug made its presence known. Drake must have seen her wince, for he moved behind her.
“Whoa, darlin’. Nice addition.” He tapped her ass.
She worked hard not to respond. After she slipped on her panties, she finished dressing. “How did Gulfside go?”
He cocked a brow and shot a glance at Kurt. Neither said anything for thirty seconds, but their expressions changed. Telepathy was only cool if one was on the giving or receiving end. For her, it just plain sucked being left out.
Drake turned to her. “I’ll be going back tonight. I missed you so much I drove here just to see you.”
Really? Okay, that was sweet. “I’m glad.”
He stepped close and hugged her. “I really did miss you, darlin’. I wanted to be sure we were okay. It was on my mind all day.”
He kept his voice to a whisper, as if he only wanted her to hear.
She leaned back and studied his face. Sincerity and regret filled his face. “Thanks for telling me.”
Drake looked over her shoulder. “You guys made dinner?”
She laughed. “We were in the middle of it when we got distracted.” She turned to see what Kurt was doing. He’d taken the cut chicken out of the refrigerator.
Drake stepped over to the stove and nodded to the saucepan on the burner. “What is it?”
“It’s supposed go on top of the chicken. It has mushrooms, milk, onions, and a few other ingredients in it.”
“Need help?”
“We have it under control. Right, Kurt?”
“The dinner portion is good.” Kurt waved the meal card. “Drake, maybe you’d like to fix the dessert.”
He grinned. “I can do that.”
She wanted to watch the men work together, as well as witness Drake create something special.
“What are you going to make?” she asked.
“Not sure, but it should taste good.”
Such confidence. He pulled a box of cake mix from the cupboard that probably had been there for months. He then looked through the cabinets and took out some powdered sugar and Hershey bars.
“I thought one used unsweetened chocolate for frosting.”
He grinned. “Oh ye of little faith. I’ll make do with what we have.”
While he prepared his magic, she turned on the stove and waited for the sauce to thicken. She picked up the recipe and read what came next. In the meantime, Kurt removed the broccoli and finished chopping it. Once done, he got out a broom and swept the kitchen floor laden with bits of food from their fight.
Drake began to whistle, and Kurt glared at him. The two were as different as silk and steel, but it was nice to have the contrast. While she stirred the sauce, she marveled at how Drake never measured anything. He didn’t even read the back of the cake mix box.
“You want me to turn on the oven for that cake?”
Drake nodded. “Sure.”
He didn’t seem concerned what temperature she used, so she guessed 350 degrees. Once the sauce bubbled, she brought the pot to Kurt. “If you don’t mind taking over, I need to shower.”
“I’d love to join you,” Kurt said, “but I should make sure we get something edible to eat.”
“If we shower together, you know we’ll end up in bed again. Not only does my pussy need the rest, so do my nipples.” It was also true she wanted to have a little time to herself to reflect.
“I hear you, honey. We’ll respect your needs.”
She went into her room and locked the door. That might have appeared hostile, but right now, she wanted to be alone. Most likely she was still feeling the effects of the attack.
She stepped in the shower to enjoy the peace. For the next ten minutes, she tried to blank her mind. Unfortunately, she kept comparing the two men. They thrilled her, and she couldn’t imagine how high she’d soar if she let both men touch her. They seemed to understand her body better than she did, which, frankly, scared her.
They were her bodyguards, and yet she was letting all this talk of being their mate get under her skin. What would her life be like once Mendez was caught and in jail? Would the men move on to the next person they had to protect? Or would they want her in their life?
She washed her hair and scrubbed her body clean. Since she had no idea when dinner would be ready, she stepped out of the shower and dried. Not wanting either man to think sex was in the cards tonigh
t, she dressed as casually as possible.
She walked down the hall, expecting to hear some chatter. In the kitchen, only Kurt was there.
“Where’s Drake?”
“Seems Clay and Dirk got a lucky break and needed Drake to do his computer magic.”
That didn’t sound safe. “Is it dangerous?”
“You sound concerned.”
What was that supposed to mean? “Of course I’m concerned.”
“Don’t worry about Drake.” Kurt’s tone had an edge to it. “He can take care of himself.” He’d said that before and it had been true, but a time would come when he was outnumbered and might not survive.
Dear God. Drake might be walking straight into danger.
* * *
Even though Drake had only spent a few minutes with Chelsea, he’d needed to see her. She was the breath of fresh air that renewed his soul. Although she said she’d forgiven his bad behavior, he wanted to make sure he hadn’t messed things up for a lifetime.
When he arrived at the house and found she’d made love to Kurt, he’d been glad. Mr. Stoic giving into his urges made Drake very happy. At one time, he’d thought his friend would refuse to be with her for fear he wouldn’t catch Mendez.
Hell, Kurt had struggled with contacting Clay and Dirk and asking for their help. Technically, the general had released only Kurt from the case, though Drake suspected the ban probably included him, too.
Clay called a while ago and said they’d spotted Mendez going into the warehouse. They’d been watching and listening for a few hours and overhead two workers commenting that the place would be emptied tonight between six and nine—long before the night shift arrived.
Having too much activity, even in the warehouse district late at night, might raise some suspicion. Hence, the three-hour moratorium. Drake only needed fifteen minutes inside the warehouse to complete his job.
He parked a few blocks away and pulled on his backpack full of gear. He had two goals. One was to download as much information from the computers as time allowed. He based this on the assumption that his random generating device could detect the password. Secondly, bug the building. Since Kurt couldn’t ask Trax to put in surveillance equipment without the general finding out, Drake planned to install listening devices in the offices and around the area where they were extracting the cocaine from the clothes. He had two small cameras he might be able to affix somewhere.