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by Lacey Thorn


  His head slid lower, until she felt the heated expulsion of his breath against her needy nipple. She wanted his touch, his mouth suckling her as his finger tapped and rubbed. She wanted the thrust of him inside her. She just wanted.

  “Please, Beck,” she moaned, undulating with the force of her desire.

  He groaned as he leaned just a tiny bit closer and closed her nipple in the heated suction of his lips. She felt the scrape of his teeth on the underside before he sucked harder, pulling her deeper and tonguing the nipple trapped inside his mouth.

  Her hands reached up to wrap around his head as her legs spread wider, offering him everything. He didn’t disappoint. His fingers slid over her clit, through the dewed lips of her cunt to the opening of her pussy. His thumb tapped her clit as he thrust two fingers shallowly inside her. Just enough to tease, to incite, to fan the flames.

  His mouth popped off her breast, only to move over to the other and treat that nipple to the same torturous pleasure. She was lifting her hips, trying to fuck herself on his fingers.

  “Beck,” she moaned his name again. “Fuck me,” she begged.

  “Soon,” he crooned against her wet flesh as he released her swollen nipple. “I just want a taste first, Deja. Just another taste of that sweet pussy.” His lips trailed down her stomach, leaving a path of feather soft kisses that shouldn’t cause her to burn with need, but did.

  “I was dreaming about your pussy.” He purred the words against her skin as he moved closer and closer to her sex. “It’s what woke me up.” He licked along the crease of her hip and teased along the side of her cunt. “I swore I could still taste you on my tongue. I was so hungry. I wanted something salty and buttery, something hot and filling. But only you can satisfy my hunger.” He glanced up her body and met her gaze, as his tongue flicked out and over where his thumb rubbed over her clit. “Only this,” he vowed, as he turned his full attention to her pussy.

  She swore he might make her come with just the look on his face. No man had ever looked at her that way. Most men in her experience saw performing oral sex as a means to get what he wanted. Just do it long enough to ensure she’s ready and then get to the good stuff. But Beck… God, he made her feel like a seven course meal. Like eating her pussy brought him more pleasure than her.

  She reached down to clutch his thick brown hair, while she played with her nipple with her other hand. His tongue should be registered as a sex toy. Whoever invented it would make a fortune when women discovered the pleasure it could give. Two fingers speared inside her as his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked gently on it.

  There was no way this was better for him than it was for her. Not even possible. He licked and sucked, nipped softly with his teeth, while fucking her soft and slow on his fingers. He used his other hand to press against her lower stomach, his thumb and forefinger keeping her sex spread wide for his viewing.

  Every time he glanced up at her, she could see the hooded lust, the flush of pleasure on his face, and knew he was loving every lick, every taste. She felt like his favorite treat, his favorite late night snack, or make it early morning, instead.

  “Beck.” She tugged at his hair until he lifted his head to glance up at her. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock.”

  “Soon,” he promised as his eyes fell back to her pussy. He licked over her again as if he just couldn’t rein the desire in. “I want to taste your orgasm on my tongue first.” His glance locked with hers once more, and his fingers quickened, fucking her a little harder and faster. “Will you come for me, Deja? Let me taste your release?”

  She could do nothing but nod as she moaned. She was close, so close, and he knew it. He moved his mouth on her clit and sucked hungrily at it, as he fucked her even harder. His fingers speared, swirled, and pulled almost free before thrusting deep again.

  “Beck,” she moaned his name as she rode his face and fingers. She tried to keep the fingers of the hand she had clenched in his hair from tugging and pulling, but knew she was failing miserably. She slid her other hand down to wrap in his tresses as well, and she pulled her knees back, spreading herself wider as she rode him.

  “Oh, God!” she groaned. “Oh, Beck. Oh, God. Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Beck, yesss!” An orgasm ripped through her, and she prayed she hadn’t scalped him as he jerked his head from her grasp to bury his tongue in her clenching channel. She could feel him licking and sucking as he worked his tongue in and out, somehow widening his tongue while it was inside her and rubbing along her trembling walls.

  “Beck,” she panted her plea out again. “Fuck me, Beck. Please. I need your cock.”

  He moved up and over her so quickly it surprised her. She felt his cock head lodge against her opening before he stilled. She glanced up and swore she saw him fighting for control to stop when all she wanted was for him to thrust inside. “Beck?” she questioned.

  “Condom,” he grunted his reply. “Don’t move,” he ordered when her body twitched beneath his and his cock wedged just a little firmer against her opening.

  “I’m on the pill.” The words tumbled from her lips. “I’m clean.”

  He met her gaze and held it. “I’ve never taken a woman without a condom in my life.”

  “At this point, does it even matter?” she asked him.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Your tongue was just buried inside me while I came,” she reminded him softly. “And I’ve already swallowed everything you had to give. How will this change anything?”

  She saw the moment he agreed with her, but she wasn’t prepared for the hard thrust of his hips into hers. Her breath caught as he moved over her, in her, taking her like a man possessed, one hand braced beside her shoulder, holding his weight slightly up and off her while the other buried in her hair and held her in a tight grip.

  His lips took hers, and she tasted her own essence on his tongue. She sucked at it and swore it made him wilder. She nipped his lip with her teeth as he pulled back and his fingers tightened in her hair, triggering a slight painful pleasure. She liked it, making her just as wild. Her legs jerked up, gripping the outside of his hips and giving her the momentum to slam up into every thrust.

  “That’s it,” she crooned to him. “Fuck me so good. Fuck me hard.”

  He jerked out of her and had her halfway flipped to her stomach before she realized his intention and helped him by coming up on her knees and arching her back to expose the wet folds of her cunt fully to him.

  His palm slapped against the lower curve of her ass before he moved in behind her, and she felt the slow glide of his cock between her lips.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, Deja,” he promised.

  “Then do it.” She barely got the challenge out when she felt his hand leave a fiery spank along the top edge of her other ass cheek. Her cry was absorbed by the pillow she buried her head in, as he continued to rain short, firm spanks on her ass, always in what felt like a new spot. Nerves awakened and heat soaked into her skin and sunk lower to her cunt and womb. She was pressing back into the blows, anticipating and craving them, and she wondered if he was as surprised by her acceptance of this bit of love play as she was. Who knew how sexy a spanking could be? She hadn’t, but felt she’d crave it from now on.

  “Beck.” Her voice was no more than a broken whisper, a plea for him to take her, to fuck her as they both wanted.

  With another groan, he positioned his cock and buried himself with one hard thrust. Her cries were swallowed once more by the pillow as he rode her hard and fast. The erotic slap of skin on skin took things to a different level, probably for both of them. It’d been too long since she’d trusted a man to have sex without a condom. And taking Beck this way made her want to do the same with Asher, with Spencer. Right now.

  Beck’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady for the rapid thrusting of his hips. She swore his embrace was all that kept her from surging forward into the headboard.

  “I’m going to come.” He panted the words out
. “Come with me, Deja. Come with me.”

  She released her death grip on the pillow and slid one hand down under her belly to where they were joined. She let her fingers brush over where he was surging inside her before pulling back to the spot she needed attention most to follow his bidding.

  Her fingers rubbed over her clit, and she knew it wouldn’t take much longer before she was flying.

  “Deja,” Beck moaned her name. “I’m going to come, honey,” he crooned. “Tell me now if you want me to pull out.”

  He’d asked her the same thing when he was fucking her mouth. She’d give him the same answer she had then. She buried her scream of pleasure in the pillow as she came, her sex rippling and clamping down on his cock, letting him know without words where she wanted him to come.

  He slammed deep, and she felt the first heated splash inside her. He pulled back and slammed in again, giving her another splash. He pressed even deeper as she felt another heated jet of semen leave him to fill her.

  She could feel him shaking from the orgasm almost as much as she was. It took little prompting from him for her to ease down until she lay prone on the bed. He kept his hips pressed on top of hers but moved his chest and head to rest beside her.

  “I’ll move in just a minute,” he panted out the promise. “Just give me a sec. Can’t…breathe…”

  She just nodded. She swore she’d seen black dots flickering around the edges of her vision when she’d come that last time. Her legs were still shaky; though, the rest of her body was limp. She could feel a bit of a smile tugging at her lips with the knowledge he was obviously just as shaky and limp as she was.

  Beck grunted as he rolled off her until he was on his back beside her. He threw one arm over his eyes and just lay there. She could hear him still working on catching his breath and felt the tug at her lips again.

  “I’ll get up in a sec,” he promised again; though, he made no move to put action to words.

  She leaned over and kissed his chest, tasting the salty earthy scent of his sweat on her tongue. “Who needs to move?”

  “Don’t want you to wake up sticky,” he murmured, and she had little doubt he was already slipping into sleep, which was funny. Now that she’d caught her breath, she was wide awake.

  She sat up beside him and patted his chest when he reached out to tug her back down beside. “I need the bathroom,” she whispered.

  “There’s one right there,” he pointed toward a door she hadn’t seen.

  “I’ll be back,” she said as she eased away.

  He grumbled under his breath, but that was it as he kept his arm over his eyes and seemed to sink deeper into the mattress as he relaxed. His cock still glistened from the combination of their releases as did his face. He was the one who needed cleaned up, so he wouldn’t wake up sticky.

  She stepped into the bathroom and found a clean pile of washcloths in the cabinet beside the shower. A stack of towels was beside it, and she decided to take a quick shower after she cleaned him up.

  After wetting a washcloth with warm water and soap, she headed back out to Beck and wiped his face gently clean first before moving lower to his softened cock. He was no less beautiful when not sexually aroused. In fact, he might just be more appealing to her. She was still trying to convince herself she could walk away from them if they decided it was over, when he rolled over toward her.

  “What?” she whispered the question when he murmured something to her. When he murmured again, she leaned in closer and swore she felt her heart expand at his half asleep confession.

  “Falling in love with you,” he mumbled. “Falling in love.”

  And as he slipped deeper into sleep, she stepped back into the bathroom to deal with emotions she wasn’t sure any of them were really ready for.

  Chapter Seven

  The hot water was heaven on Deja’s skin, but it couldn’t touch the chaos of her mind or her emotions. Beck thought he was falling in love with her? Had she heard that right? Because, God help her, she wanted it to be truth just so she wasn’t the only one falling. They’d only known each other three weeks and only in the social setting of the office. This was their first night together. It was too early for thoughts or feelings along those lines. Wasn’t it?

  As she blinked her eyes open, the bathroom door swung wide on the opposite side of the bathroom from Beck’s room, and Asher stepped in. He paused as he saw her through the clear glass panels of the shower, his gaze settling on her breasts under the spray of water. He licked his lips before stepping closer and leaning against the wall.

  “Did I wake you?” she asked as she finally shut the water off. “I didn’t mean to.”

  He slid the shower door open and held a towel out to her. She dried briskly, feeling his eyes following every stroke of the cloth on her skin before she wrapped it around her and tucked the ends between her breasts. He took her hand to help her step out on the rug, only then did he answer her.

  “I heard you and Beck,” he said, clearing his throat.

  She could see desire in his eyes, and a glance down his body showed the bulge of his cock beneath his boxer briefs.

  “I’m sure you could have joined us.” She shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t certain of the rules or the way things worked just yet, but they’d already all been together once. So, it just made sense.

  “I watched for a minute,” he admitted, and she jerked her gaze to his in surprise. She hadn’t known he was watching. He licked his lips again. “I watched him make that ass of yours blush red from his hand. Watched how much you enjoyed it. It made me wonder what you’d allow me to do.”

  “What do you want to do?” She swallowed the nervousness as she watched him.

  “What would you say if I told you I wanted to tie you spread eagle on my bed and touch every inch of you? That I wanted to suck and bite on your tits, then fuck my cock between them while I pushed them together? That I want to fuck you until you’re begging me to release your bonds just so you can claw at me for something to hold on to because the pleasure will be that intense.”

  She swallowed again, but not from nervousness. She liked a rougher touch on her breasts, liked them pinched, liked the sharp edge of a firmer bite than a soft nip. It triggered things in her. Sometimes she’d even come just from rough breast play.

  “What would you say if I said I dare you?” Where the challenge came from she wasn’t sure, but she voiced it nonetheless.

  He took her hand and gently pulled her into his bedroom, shutting the bathroom door behind her and pinning her against it.

  “Be sure, Deja,” he crooned at her ear before licking the lobe and catching it between his teeth for a sharp tug. “Be very sure before I tie you to my bed.”

  She pushed away from him and walked over to his bed, taking in the messy covers and the silk lined cuffs thrown on top of them. She snagged them with her finger and turned back to him. “Are these what you want to use?”

  He nodded, and she swore she saw his cock jerk against the band of his boxer briefs.

  She clicked one cuff on her wrist and tested the feel. She wouldn’t be able to slip out, but the cuff wouldn’t hurt her in any way. There was a long chain between the two cuffs that she assumed he wrapped around something to tether her to the bed. She untucked the towel and let it drop to the floor before climbing into the center of his bed. There she saw the place in his headboard where the chain would go through. It would give her the ability to move around a bit, rolling over and such while still keeping her from controlling anything he did. And didn’t that just turn her on!

  She slid the chain through and lay back as she pulled the cuff around and laid her wrist in it. “Bind me,” she demanded, and Asher finally seemed to unstick from the floor. He moved to sit beside her on the bed.

  He lifted her wrist to his mouth and placed a soft kiss there before lowering it once more and locking it into the cuff. He stood and stepped back just looking at her.

  “You are so beautiful, Deja,” he whispe
red with reverence in his voice. His gaze was almost a physical caress as he stroked it over her from head to toe and back up again as he pushed the boxers from his body and stepped forward to join her.

  “So are you,” she assured him as she eyed his masculine body—long legs, broad shoulders, and a cock that had her mouth watering for a taste of him.

  “You want this?” He gripped his dick and held it out toward her, his palm stroking up and down the shaft slowly. Teasing her.

  She licked her lips. “Yes,” she moaned.

  He moved to his knees on the bed, and she sat up a bit as he slid closer to her. His strong fingers gripped the top of the headboard, as he canted his hips in close to her. He reached down with one hand and held his cock for her waiting mouth.

  She took the tip between her lips and sucked him in. They both moaned at how good it felt. She sucked and worked her tongue over him as he managed to hold himself completely still for her. She moved her head back and forth eager to take more of him in her mouth, to suck and taste as much of him as she could consume. She swirled her tongue, probing at the place where the head tapered into the shaft, and tapped it.

  He jerked then, trying to pull back from her, and she gripped him with her teeth. Their eyes met and held.

  “Whatever you do, I’ll do the same to you.” His glance fell to her nipples as if showing her exactly where his vengeance would play out.

  She nipped him harder, biting just enough to ensure he felt the edge of her teeth before sucking over it.

  His cock spurted a bit of pre-cum in her mouth, and she used her tongue to probe the slit in the top for more. He had a sweet taste to him as if he might have a sweet tooth. It was different from the salty flavor of Beck, but no less addictive. She stroked, sucked and already felt the need to use her hands to grip him and hold him in place.

 

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