by Billi Jean
“I do?” he sounded odd, as if he had to think about her words before he could make sense of them.
“Yes, are you all right?”
He moved to sit up slowly, wincing and touching his head with a hand that she thought trembled. He rubbed his brow, then dropped his hand and leant forward to rest his arms on his knees.
“Not doing good,” he murmured. “I thought maybe this wouldn’t happen.”
“This?” she asked, more scared at the sound of his unsteady voice than his confusing words.
“The drug, it’s not going to let me go as easy as I’d hoped.”
As he’d hoped.
She swallowed nervously and reached out to rub his arms. He lifted his head. His light eyes were bloodshot, and his face had flushed darker.
“Are you in pain, Robbie? I have painkillers.”
He exhaled heavily through his nose and winced. “A bit. What do you have?”
“Horse tranquilizers.”
He grinned painfully at that. “Hell, I know I’m hung—”
She covered his mouth and moved closer to show him how scared he was making her. “I wasn’t joking. It will knock you out.”
“I know that, but when would I wake up? Next New Year?”
She took his point and thought about what she did have. “I have oxycodone I got when a beam in the barn fell on my foot.”
“Hell,” he grumbled, rubbing his jaw, “that might work.”
“Okay, let’s try it. Should I get them?”
He reached out and grabbed her arm, settling her back down on the couch facing him. He shook his head and scooted back against the couch, settling the blanket over his lap, and said, “No, wait a bit.”
“Why? What are your symptoms?”
“Pain.” He shrugged as if that answered it all.
“And? What else? A fever, I guess…”
He didn’t respond so she tapped his good shoulder, and he opened his eyes and sighed, sitting up more fully.
“Ah, let’s see. I guess, yeah, a fever, and a strange ache in my bones and itches like someone dropped me in a poison ivy patch naked.”
She glanced down and tilted her head at his erection tenting the blanket. “And a hard-on.”
He nodded and exhaled in frustration.
“Really?”
“Don’t sound so thrilled, it doesn’t go down, and hurts like hell.”
She reached out and soothed his chest, easing closer until he pulled her up into his arms with a sigh and tucked his head to her neck. “I don’t want you to see me this way.”
“I think I already did… That first night,” she paused and caressed his shoulder softly before she went on to say, “I walked in after, well, we had our little fun, and you were masturbating. It looked painful, but I couldn’t, I mean I didn’t think I should—”
“Shh, that’s okay, darling, do you think you have to stroke me off any time I’m hard?”
She laughed and nodded. “I’d like to, or maybe I’ll let you so I can watch. You looked so amazing, Robert, but I didn’t think I should…”
“Kris, you don’t have to come up with excuses and for the record, I prefer your hand to mine so any time you want to stroke me off, just grab hold.”
Laughing again, she shook her head and smiled as the covers slipped off his hips and erection. “Well, as fun as that sounds, first, though, we get you something for the pain, then if you want to give me some sexy orders, I know I’d like you to tell me—”
“No,” he said, tipping her head so she could see his hard expression. “This is that drug. Last night was me, today was me. I want you, hell there won’t be a time when I’m not greedy for you, but this…” He gestured to his hips. “This is from that damn drug.”
“Well, it looks the same,” she said and stroked her hand down the thickness of him. “And feels the same, right?”
His jaw ticked, she guessed from the way he gritted his teeth, but he nodded tightly. She experimented with a slow, long caress up the silky heated flesh and watched his face. The tension there eased and gradually disappeared. “Feels so good, Kris.”
“Yes, you do. Should I stroke you off?” she used his words with a grin and his erection jerked in her hands. “Or can we explore other options?”
At the word options, his eyes darkened and the struggle he still wore on his face vanished, replaced with the hunger she’d begun to recognise. Taking that as encouragement, she moved to straddle him. She heard him swallow hard and he stopped her with a rough shake of his head and a grab for her hips. “I might get too aggressive.”
Aggressive? The word sounded so sexy, she pulled his hands off her hips and placed them on the back of the couch. “How do you know I might not like aggressive.”
“This isn’t a joke, Kris. I can’t control it sometimes, I—”
“Okay, okay, but do you really want me to stop?” she asked, knowing she was being unfair to him, but feeling as if she needed to make the point that no matter what shape he was in, he could always come to her.
He stared at her, looking torn between what he wanted, sex, and whatever he thought he might do to her. Maybe hurt her? She knew he’d never. But he was breathing hard, unsettled in a way that worried her.
“Do you want me to stop? I can, it’s okay, just tell me. Whatever you want, Robert, you have to know I’ll do it for you.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” he finally told her, but sounded so worried that she examined him with an eye for the changes she saw.
He was sweating so much that his tanned skin looked golden, and the tightness of his torso indicated that he was tense. He was so much bigger than she was, so much a man, maybe he did worry over hurting her. Maybe she could ease that by taking over and controlling him and their sex.
“I have an idea. A way for us to try out one of those millions of ideas of yours and maybe ease this silly worry you’ll hurt me. Just leave those there,” she told him, leaning her body against his and patting his arms on the couch, “and pretend your butt is superglued to the couch, okay, Ironman? And I’ll try not to hurt you too bad.” She lifted onto her knees and gripped the base of his big erection with one hand, keeping her other on his arm on the couch.
“Kristin, you don’t understand,” he began but stopped with a low groan when she wet the tip of his erection with her pussy. His eyes practically glowed.
“Will you hurt me? Is that what you fear?” she asked.
“Yes, I fucking fear that,” he growled at her in a rough whisper.
She leaned in close and kissed his frown, following with a kiss to his brow where he’d left frown lines from his years of scowling no doubt. “I don’t think you will, but if you truly believe that, if you’re worried this much over it, I won’t do anything more than get the medicine.”
“But you have to let me go first,” she added when he tightened his hand on her hip.
“Kristen,” he breathed, sounding more like the Robert she knew. His gaze zeroed in on her and with a low breath, he nodded. “You’re right. I’d never hurt you.”
“Keep your hands up there anyway,” she said, when he tightened his hand on her hip.
He froze and frowned again. “Why?” He licked his lips and asked: “Do you think I’d hurt you?”
“No, not in a million years,” she said with a smile, and kissed him again, rubbing her sensitive breasts against his chest. She loved the way the small amount of hair there tickled and excited her boobs. “I just want to do all the work this time, you know? To see if I can.”
“To see if you can? Hell, I’m close to begging for a blow job here let alone you making my day with that damn body of yours—ahh hell, yeah!”
She smiled at the shout and the feel of his stiff penis sliding deep inside her pussy. He’d come twice inside her and as much as that scared her, the possessiveness of it thrilled her. “You’ve not worn a condom, Robert,” she whispered.
“Ah, God, I’m sorry, darling, I didn’t, I mean, oh hell don’
t stop that feels so good, you have no idea.”
She did have an idea. She loved how full he filled her. His cock was so hard and thick she struggled to take him and she was soaked from wanting him. She arched her hips and leaned into him, shoving back and moaning at the wet glide of his cock pressing up and working its way inside.
“Do you like coming inside me? Filling me with your cum?” she asked after giving him what he wanted for a few up and down strokes.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed then groaned and met her eyes with a serious frown. “I’m safe, though, never went bare before, never before. Oh, Kristen, you keep that up baby and I’m going to be one happy man.” He broke off with a loud groan and tried to move his hands.
She stopped the hard up and down slides and put his hands back. “No, no, now, you let me. No thrusting, Robert.”
He gasped for a breath but stopped his subtle hip motion.
“Why only me?” she asked, bending close enough to let him kiss her breasts and lift her feet flat to the couch to add more push to the way she took him in. He was so long and big, she needed more leverage.
“Ah, God damn, have some mercy on me,” he groaned when she wiggled to find the right spot but he cut off short when she found a rhythm that he seemed to like a lot. She knew she did. It was so good, his cock so big, and it hit a spot that drove her crazy with sensations.
“Oh, God yeah, you’re an angel, an angel, Kristen.”
She grew breathless from the way she pleased him, but loved every second. He made a low sound and bit down on her nipple lightly sending a shard of pleasure to her clit. She stroked her pussy farther down him this way, nearly encasing him all the way. His long shaft hit a spot that made her tingle and she aimed for it each time.
“I never wanted anyone as much as you. It didn’t seem right to have anything between us.”
She paused with him as fully inside her body as she could take him and met his flushed look. “I thought so too,” she breathed. “I love the way you feel, so hot inside me, even hotter when you come. I never wanted anyone like I’ve wanted you, Robbie. No one,” she revealed, frantic now to give him pleasure. She bounced on him, taking him as deep as she could. “Only you, it’s only ever been you,” she whispered against his jaw.
His erection thickened with her words, or her steady thrusts, she wasn’t sure, but she cried out at the full sensation. She knew he was nearly coming from the rapid way he breathed through his nose. She gripped his solid shoulders, sat straighter and shoved down finally reaching his base with a gasp.
“So good, God, you feel good,” she told him using her grip on his shoulders and her legs to bounce up and down him, sitting on his lap each time with a little rub that had them both panting for release. She reached down and stroked her wet pussy, unable to stand the build up.
“Oh, yeah, show me, show me how hot you are,” he growled.
She opened her eyes and found him watching her face. His eyes were so bright and focused on her face like he couldn’t get enough of her, she sobbed and climaxed with a shudder, falling against his chest as the shocking trembles raced up her core and made her weak.
“Yeah, darling, that’s my girl,” he murmured into her neck, kissing her there. Suddenly he gripped her butt tight and growled. “My turn.”
She barely had time to suck in a breath before he gave her hard, frantic thrusts and within seconds, he yelled her name, exploding with heat inside her. He kneaded her hips, holding her in place as he groaned like a wild man through his orgasm.
She loved it, and needing more she found his mouth and kissed him, releasing him only after a moment to cry out his name again.
“More, oh, Robert, I need to come again,” she whispered when he thrust hard with each burst of his climax.
He groaned louder at her words and with a yell, took them down to the carpet, pinning her down beneath his weight so he could surge in, hard and fast, fucking her furiously. They made such wet sounds and Robert kept repeating her name in such a low breathless whisper she neared another climax within seconds.
He didn’t let her, though. Instead he shook his head, and stopped his frantic takeover, dripping sweat on her shoulder when he did. It mingled with hers, adding to the slippery slide of their bodies.
“Not yet, not yet, darling.”
“Robert!” she cried when he lifted off her and turned her to her side so he could get behind her. He wasn’t finished yet, though. He placed one of her legs over his hip so they were spooned with her completely exposed and pulled her hand down to her pussy.
Suddenly shy, she froze and tried to take her hand away. He didn’t allow that, but gently took hold of her fingers and kissed each fingertip. “Trust me, darling, if you don’t like it, there are a million other ideas I have.”
“A million?”
“At least,” he said and angled his cock up, and thrust deep, taking any more worries away with the new angle of penetration. She lay back against his chest and tried to breathe as he rocked his hips, ruthlessly thrusting his erect flesh deep. The position left her completely helpless to control their lovemaking, but that only increased her excitement. Each lunge was perfect, shoving her closer and closer to another climax.
He must have felt the same building pressure because he kissed her shoulder, panting into her nape, and bit down gently. The bite wasn’t hard, but it felt possessive, so much so that she reached up and tugged at his short hair.
“Touch your pussy again. Stroke it, Kris. Let me know how hot I make you again,” he said, and shifted to lift up higher so he could look over her shoulder while he pulled her leg farther up his to reveal her pussy.
She couldn’t catch her breath but she slipped her fingers down her stomach to her clit, aware that his gaze followed her hand as he pumped his hips harder and harder. His cock hit places he hadn’t before, opening up a new round of sensations that made her wild.
“That’s it, show me, darling.”
“Yes, oh yes,” she cried, rubbing her clit for him.
He breathed rapidly through his nose, turned on she guessed as much as she was by what they were doing. He bit down on her gently again and groaned heavily around her flesh.
It was like drowning in passion, caught up in the heat of his body and the steady, urgent friction of his big erection impaling her so perfectly. She stroked her clit harder, finding a spot that had her arching her body and gasping in time with his heavy breathing.
“Shit, shit, shit, that’s it, baby, do that, come for me, now, now, Kris. Show me.”
He slipped free and let go of her leg and fisted his hand on his cock to slip inside again. Right after, he pulled out and pushed in again. He did this several times, each time teasing her with a hard long stroke that wasn’t enough, but was so close she couldn’t catch her breath. Each time it was like the first time he thrust into her, full and hard and wonderfully big.
She tipped her head back and turned to meet his light eyes, entranced by the intensity in his gaze. The way he devoured her pussy, her fingers, and her body she knew he was going to come again. The thought tipped the scales for her and she teetered on the edge for a long, intense second.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned as soon as she started to shiver through the beginnings of her climax.
“Oh, Robbie,” she managed as the trembles increased.
With a low groan he started fucking her so hard and fast that every inch of her shook from the impact. The tension built, heating her skin to the point where she cried out and felt the first downward dive of her orgasm bursting along her, heating and cooling her until she ached with sensations. Robert bent closer and with a loud grunt, cupped both of her breasts, and squeezed them roughly.
The move shoved her higher and she climaxed so hard she couldn’t catch her breath past the ripples tightening and centring around his erection. Rainbows of colour broke across her vision and she shook inside and out.
Robert shouted, joining her with a strength that she felt all the way ins
ide where they were joined. He made such wonderful sounds, so ragged and pleasurable, she held on limply as burst after burst of cum filled her before he finally eased his strong hips down, bringing her with him.
She settled her head back on his shoulder and panted. He was just as breathless, but he curled his arms around her and pulled her close, holding her almost too tightly. She loved it. And him.
Can I tell him that? Should I tell him that?
“Kristen,” he breathed her name with such feeling that she couldn’t bear it and turned her head to kiss him before he could say anything he couldn’t take back and she couldn’t forget.
Chapter Fifteen
Eric watched the man in black take his sub with hard, punishing strokes. Eric couldn’t hear the obvious cries of both sub and Dom.
“Why can’t we hear them?” he asked, feeling like he’d just hit the Lotto. His rod was so hard he could have pulled it out and stroked off a load within seconds. No doubt Duke wanted to. Eric hadn’t missed the tent in the man’s dress slacks, but he also noticed that the man didn’t do anything about it. Savouring the event, maybe, so he could return to his little wife.
“Ah, it’s soundproof glass. Some of them enjoy the show, but I imagine it would be hard to sleep if we heard them all night and day.”
Duke laughed lightly and Eric joined him. “Yeah, I bet. Are these cells?”
“Oh, no, no, just until I get our living quarters finished, and of course anyone that takes the trial drug must remain in here. You, of course, will not have to. You’ve already had the first, so I imagine you’ll be fine.”
They walked down the corridor until they reached an area set up with computers, what looked like lab areas and two more rooms, both with luxurious beds and leather couches, chairs, and a flat screen television over a gas fireplace.
Duke stopped near a set of two computers. “I’ve had the girls’ files pulled, waiting for you. Both are willing to meet you.”
Two women’s faces then bodies showed up on the two monitors above his head as though they were arriving flights. Both were beautiful, one with pink lips, auburn hair and green eyes. She had one of those slim, but busty-jugged bodies that made her instantly hot. Her hips were a handful and her ass, when she turned for the camera, was cut perfectly into two nice globes. The other was a sun-bleached brown-haired woman with startlingly dark blue wide-spread eyes and pale, full fuck-me lips. She also had a rack, but hers was a bit smaller, higher but just as damn hot with big, pink areolae and darker nipples. He noticed that she gazed right into the camera, no smile, no teasing, but directly at him, as if she could see him watching her. Her body was perfect, rounded in all the right places and tight and hard in others.