Sweetest Salvation

by Kacey Hammell

  Just when she’d gotten herself under control and moving around the house enough to clean, his text arrived mid-afternoon.

  C u 2nite @ 9. Rm 14. Look fwd 2 c’ing u. H.

  She’d dropped her phone on the counter and stepped away as if it were a live snake about to strike. When her heart rate slowed and her hands weren’t shaking as much, she’d texted him back.

  Don’t do this. 4get it. Not what I had in mind.

  Her phone had vibrated within seconds. I’ll inform staff u r not a member then.

  Andy had gasped, furious with his strong-arm tactics. Two could play his game. I’ll find ‘nother club. I’m sure there’s 1 close by.

  It hadn’t taken long for his reaction. Andy. Meet me here. 9. Don’t make me look 4 u.

  She’d glared at the phone for about ten minutes, then finally replied, Fine, but only 2 talk.

  The rest of the afternoon, she’d made quick work of chores she’d put off for too long. Even though her house wasn’t a pigsty, she still only cleaned from top to bottom about once every three months in the last year. Making things look neat and tidy for just her alone seemed like a waste.

  As she’d gone through the motions, she’d tried not to think of Hunter and what he offered her. There was no way she’d be comfortable having sex with him…no matter how much her subconscious seemed to think so. She’d never thought of him in that way.

  Actually, if she were honest with herself, she had. When she’d first met Patrick at Carleton University, they’d become instant friends. He was handsome and sweet, she’d been able to talk to him about anything. But it was Hunter who’d originally caught her eye.

  Even back then, he was strong, proud and sure of himself. A lot of women on campus had their eye on him. But he’d seemed more focused on his job and business degree than dating. Though they’d spoken a few times whenever the three of them were together, she’d found she’d had very little in common with Hunter.

  When Patrick asked her out the first time, she’d been surprised but pleased. Their first kiss had made her toes curl, and they were inseparable every day after that.

  Her once minor attraction for Hunter never crossed her mind.

  Until now.

  Suddenly, it was like a never-ending loop in her head.

  She caught sight of Zander behind his small desk and smiled. When she approached, he waved her on.

  “Mr. Sullivan is waiting for you. He said you’d know where to go.” He smiled and winked.

  Cheeks on fire, she gave him a small nod and walked ahead. She moved into the bar area and looked around. The place was packed tonight.

  There were a few people she recognized, but most were new faces. Hunter’s business was certainly thriving.

  Bridget caught sight of her and waved. Andy did the same and turned to the left, down the hall that would take her to room fourteen and Hunter.

  Movement caught the corner of her eye, and she looked to her right. At a table in the far corner, Paige and Nolan sat with another couple. She missed a step, but gained her balance again. She hadn’t thought about seeing them again. Paige waved and her husband smiled bright.

  The couple’s kindness and understanding arced across the room. Andy smiled and waved back. They’d been there for her the other night. She’d be forever grateful for it.

  Reaching the room, she took a deep breath and knocked. Hearing Hunter’s gruff, “Come in,” she turned the knob.

  The room, similar to the one she’d used the other night, had a warmer feel to it. The fireplace ablaze, the heat of it welcomed her.

  Andy’s gaze swept the room. Furnished with a full living room set, she loved the royal purple and black colors of the furniture and curtains than anything else. This room conveyed privacy and self-indulgence. Her heart rate increased just thinking of all that might have been done in this room.

  It was made for sex. Especially with a glass display case that took up the most of wall. Inside were dildos, anal plugs, collars, floggers, cock rings and more toys of pleasure.

  Andy’s gaze landed on Hunter where he sat in the center of the couch, arms stretched over the back of it.

  “Hi, sweetheart.”

  Her gaze narrowed on his and she shut the door behind her. “Don’t you sweetheart me, Hunter. And get that look off your face.”

  “What look?”

  “That smug look. I might be here, but not for the reasons you think.”

  “Then why are you here?” he questioned, his gaze unwavering.

  “I wanted to tell you in person that your idea isn’t going to happen. We’ve been… friends too long. You’re Patrick’s best friend. It’s all kinds of wrong.”

  He leaned forward, arms resting on his powerful thighs.

  His red t-shirt molded his shoulders and the cuffs of the arms looked snug around his biceps. Damn him for being in such great shape.

  She shivered, nipples tightening. She needed to get away from him.

  “There, I’ve said all I have to say. Goodbye,” she muttered, then turned back toward the door.

  Hunter was quickly behind her, arms encasing her as his palms pressed against the door and preventing her retreat.

  His breath was warm against her ear. Andy wished she’d left her hair down. At least then she wouldn’t be able to feel his breath on her neck.

  A shudder ran through her. “Let me out, Hunter. I need to leave.”

  “Why? You were so desperate to remain a member and be here the other night. I’m simply offering a safer solution. Me instead of strangers,” he rasped against her ear.

  “I don’t have to worry about much with strangers. At least they aren’t people I have to see after the sex is over.”

  Hunter pressed in closer behind her, which pushed her farther against the door. She’d always been claustrophobic. And right now, being caged in by this man, made it even harder to breathe than if she was locked in a closet. His chest was firm against her, his mouth against her ear, and his hoarse voice soft.

  Her thighs rubbed together and her clit chafed against her thong. The string along her ass was snug. All she had to do was turn around and take what he offered. She wanted a cock inside her.

  Dear lord, this was Hunter.

  Could she step over the invisible line and take what he offered?

  He was attractive, always had been to her. Hell, she’d only been married, not dead. She appreciated a gorgeous man when she saw him.

  Hunter always treated with her respect and friendship. She didn’t know how much he dated but had heard women at the club mention his prowess in the bedroom. He could probably give her everything she needed. There would be a sense of safety with him at least.

  And her body’s reaction to him today, while surprising, knew what it wanted. While she was sure it was a bad idea for them to journey down this path, she was overwhelmed by the sudden realization that not just any cock would do.

  She wanted Hunter. Wanted only him inside her.

  Her breath hitched and her lungs filled, making it hard to breathe. No, she didn`t have the courage to give into this man.

  She needed to get out of this room and away from him. Grabbing the doorknob once more, Andy yanked.

  Hunter’s palms never moved from the door, but in her hasty movements, his chest aligned tighter against her back.

  Pressed against the door, she turned her head, her right cheek resting on it as her breasts pushed against her bra. The hard surface scraped against her clothing, which abraded her nipples. The urge to purr and rub against the wood was overwhelming.

  Hunter’s body pressed against her; the cock cradling her ass told her that he was just as affected as she. His length was hard, solid. His hips dipped and shoved against the crack of her ass.

  “Andy,” he whispered in her ear.

  She closed her eyes, willed herself to push back against him until he let her go.

  Her eyes opened when she realized her hips moved against his. Her pussy quivered and her stomach clenched. T
here was no sense in fighting a losing battle. She wanted him. If it took having sex with him to snap them both out of this odd funk they seemed to be in, then so be it.

  Her left arm lifted, curled around his neck and pulled him closer. Her head fell back onto his right shoulder as his arms folded around her and he palmed her breasts.

  “Jesus, you feel good,” Hunter groaned against her neck.

  She closed her eyes and she pushed her ass against his hard shaft while his fingers made quick work of the buttons holding her tangerine silk blouse together. She lowered her arm as he dragged the collar of her shirt down her shoulders. His palmed her breasts again, leaving her arms stuck in the loose sleeves, which made it nearly impossible to move.

  He nipped her shoulder with his teeth. She gasped as he undid the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts fell into his hands, and he twisted the nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

  Her hips jerked against his, legs shaking. “Hunter,” she groaned, arms flexing. She wanted to touch him, but her movements were hindered.

  “Christ, your tits are perfect,” he growled and flexed his hips against her ass. His fingers played with her breasts. Electricity sparked against her nipples as never before.

  Andy looked down. Hunter’s hands were flat as only the palms circled her nipples. They beaded and tightened. Shots of heat rushed straight to her pussy.

  If not for Hunter pressing tighter against her, she would have fallen on her ass. Her pussy throbbed, aching to be filled. She’d never had an orgasm from just having her nipples played with, but she felt the precipice just on the horizon.

  Not wanting to finish too soon, she was able to lower her hands, wrenched the shirt off, and pushed back into Hunter.

  “Oh yes, Andy.” His teeth nipped her neck hard, then licked it to soothe the sting. “Your ass is so good against my dick.”

  “Mmm,” Andy moaned and placed a hand behind her. She shifted her ass a tiny bit and ran her fingers along his rigid length. “You’re so hard.”

  Hunter’s hands squeezed her breasts tight. His hips moved in perfect rhythm with her hand.

  He clasped her waist and turned her. Andy looked into his cloudy-grey eyes as she undid the button and zipper of his slacks. Once undone, she slid her hand inside the waistband and found his naked flesh.

  Hunter leaned forward to kiss her, but she arched her neck, her head pressing hard against the door. His lips found her neck once again, lavishing her with kisses and nips.

  To touch him like this was surreal. She wanted to stroke and pet him, and have him do the same in return. But in the end, she still had to walk away without getting too intimate.

  To have him kiss her would make it all too personal. If she could refrain from doing that, no matter how much she longed to taste him, then she might leave the room unscathed.

  Andy stroked his cock up and down and spread the pre-cum over his length. He was wide and long, probably bigger than she’d ever had inside her before.

  No.

  No, she couldn’t compare him to anyone else. Especially…

  Dammit.

  Pulling her hand from his pants, she moaned as his teeth found her nipple. He bit down on her hard. She gasped, back arching, and pushed it farther into his mouth.

  Hands at his waist, she applied pressure to walk backward toward the sofa. His head lifted and his gaze met hers. He cupped her cheeks and angled his head low.

  She pulled back a bit and smiled at him, putting on a brave face. His lips were a temptation she had a hard time battling.

  Andy tucked her fingers back into his pants, and pushed them off his hips. Her hand circled his cock again and pumped him.

  “Sweetheart,” he groaned, eyes heavy with desire and heat.

  “Shh,” Andy whispered. She gave him a gentle shove to sit on the center of the sofa and removed his shoes and clothing.

  Dressed only in a red t-shirt, his cock standing at full attention, he made Andy’s mouth water. She averted her gaze and tried to resist the intimacy of taking him in her mouth. They’d agreed to have sex. That was all she intended to do.

  She caught sight of the remote on the table beside the couch. With a grin directed at Hunter, she said, “Let’s see what we have behind the curtain.”

  He reached out a hand. “No, Andy, let it just be the two of us…”

  “Shh, let’s just take a peek.”

  The black curtain opened to reveal a brunette sandwiched between two large and well-built men. One lay back on the bed, his cock inside her as she straddled him. The other had his cock shoved inside her ass, and they both fucked her.

  Andy had the full view of their asses, could see the two cocks and watched the woman’s hips move. She looked down at the remote in her hand and hit the “up” button. Moans and sighs filled the room she and Hunter were in. She lowered the volume a couple octaves so it wasn’t so loud, her gaze riveted to the scene before her.

  Though she would never want to be with two men, threesomes always fascinated her. To have four hands touch her wherever she needed them was a seductive temptation. It simply wasn’t for her. But damn, it was erotic as hell to watch.

  She looked back at Hunter, surprised to find his gaze on her rather than the scene in the adjoining room. She winked and undid the button of her slacks. Her fingers slid inside the waistband and turned as she pushed them down her hips to give Hunter a full view of her ass and barely covered pussy. Clad only in a blue thong, her ass high, she made slow work of pulling the slacks over her feet and heels.

  His guttural moan spurred her on and she wiggled. She ran her hands along the inside of her thighs, stopping just before her fingers touched her covered sex. She was about to turn and face him when his hands clasped her waist and yanked her onto his lap.

  Back to his chest, his cock wedged against her damp thong, Andy leaned back. Her head dropped onto his shoulder. She moaned as his fingers found her nipples and his tongue lapped her ear.

  “Look at them, Andy,” Hunter directed. “Look at how much she loves those cocks.”

  Her gaze locked on the trio through the window. The woman’s moans, just the sounds alone, went straight to her pussy. It was naughty and almost depraved to be so turned-on by another person’s gasps and sighs of pleasure, but Andy felt every noise throughout her body.

  She wiggled her feet out of her shoes, lifted her legs onto the edge of the sofa and used her feet to help her rub against Hunter’s cock.

  His hand slid from her breast, down her stomach and between her legs. He gently rubbed her flesh through the lace thong, and her hips rose to meet each movement eagerly.

  Her head angled so he could only reach her neck. She shivered as his teeth scraped the skin. Hunter continued to nibble on the skin as her hips moved against his fingers. Moisture seeped through the lace. The wetness on his fingers made it easier for the material to rub her clit.

  “Would you ever let two men fuck you, Andy?”

  The question took her by surprise. Her hips slowed, his fingers stopped the torturous pleasure on her clit.

  She swallowed. “No. I love to watch, but I don’t think I could ever share myself like that.”

  Hunter’s fingers resumed their ministrations and slipped around the lace. He pulled hard and tore the thong from her body. She gasped and her legs fell back, widening further.

  She watched Hunter lift the scrap of material to his face and breathed in her scent. His cock hit against her clit, and Andy jerked. The pleasure on his face was wonderful. She’d never seen him look that way before. That he found her essence so pleasurable filled her with confidence and sexual empowerment.

  Calm down. Remember, keep it just sex.

  Andy’s gaze shifted back to the trio on the other side of the window. She grasped Hunter’s cock and pressed it against her clit. Her hips canted against it, moisture flooding her channel, and she arched her back.

  Hunter’s fingers tangled with hers as he pulled his cock away. “I can’t reach the condoms, sweeth
eart.”

  Andy pinched her nipples, eliciting a moan from him. She sat up and looked over her shoulder.

  His gaze captured hers, desire and the honesty he’d always shown her over the years shining bright.

  Andy reached forward and picked up a silver packet out of a bowl on the table.

  His hand slid down her back, rubbed her spine up and down. “I’m clean too. If you don’t want one, we don’t need it. Unless…”

  She shook her head, and whispered, “I’m still on the pill because of woman issues. But you know there are no guarantees. It’s best to be safe.”

  She tore open the package, put one foot on the floor and lifted her hips from his lap. She gasped when his fingers slid into her pussy as she rolled the condom over his length.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Hunter growled, lust making his voice harsh.

  Andy rode his fingers up and down, hips dropping hard. It wasn’t enough. His cock looked much wider and longer. He’d go as deep as she needed, she was sure of it.

  She lifted off his fingers and resumed her reclining position against him, chest to back, and planted her feet on the edge of the sofa. With Hunter’s hands at her waist to help, she lifted and put his cock against her.

  Hunter moaned in her ear, face buried in the curve of her neck.

  Her gaze locked on the trio in front of her. The woman was on her knees, sucking both cocks, alternating between each one.

  Hunter’s cock slid inside her, stretching the walls of her channel. Once buried deep, neither moved. His breath was hot against her neck, fingers pinching her nipples gently.

  Andy closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of him inside her. Full, tight, burrowed deep, she didn’t know where he ended and she began.

  “Andy, love,” he whispered.

  Andy’s eyes opened wide and her heart pitched. No, that word had no value here. She cleared her thoughts and lifted her hips.

  His cock eased in and out of her. She used his chest behind her as a brace and moved her hips.

  “Christ,” Hunter moaned behind her, but she didn’t want to hear his voice.