Crossing Lines

by Alannah Lynne

  Using the firm voice he’d learned from Lucas, he said, “Tell me about your previous experience.”

  She swallowed and looked across the room. “I tried it by myself once.”

  The answer was so soft and strained he struggled to hear. Recognizing the response had cost her dearly, he rewarded her with a long, slow kiss.

  He stroked her hipbone and up to her breast. “Would you be willing to try again, if I promise to stop if you ask me to?”

  “Why?” she asked, wariness heavy in her eyes and voice.

  He shrugged and brushed her arm. “You have a drawer full of interesting toys. I figure you must be pretty adventurous. Ice can be an interesting addition.”

  The wariness lingered, along with a flash of something else. “You’ve used it before.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement… one he chose to leave unanswered.

  “Tell me about the double dildo.”

  She was shaking her head no before he even finished the sentence.

  He laughed and cupped her cheek, holding her head and gaze steady. “Yes.”

  “You don’t need to know everything.”

  “I need to know if you can take both of them, because if you can…” He let the sentence die off, allowing her to interpret the implication.

  She gulped once, then again, struggling for breath. But he didn’t let go of her face or allow her to look away.

  Finally relenting, she whispered, “Yes. I can take both of them.” Her voice grew stronger and more defiant as she finished the sentence with an implied, Are you happy now?

  He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. Yep, I’m very happy. In fact, he was ecstatic. Which was very strange, considering he hadn’t even made love to her yet—at least, not technically.

  He eased against the headboard and pulled her with him, wrapping her tightly in his arms, holding her close while his body prepared for the next round.

  As the creak in the bed silenced, he caught the vibration in his pant pocket, which zapped his happy and ushered in a truckload of guilt. He didn’t regret anything that happened so far, or what would happen for the remainder of the night. He did, however, regret not ending things with Lizbeth sooner.

  He couldn’t go back three or four months, nor could he take back last night. He couldn’t change anything about today or what just happened in this bedroom.

  He could do things differently over the next several days, but he wouldn’t. He had what he wanted in his arms, and he refused to let go for any reason.

  As he drew in a deep breath and nuzzled Sam closer, his conscience snorted and said, And everyone thinks you’re such a nice guy.

  Chapter Twelve

  Had Sam not aced biology, she would’ve thought a nerve ran from Kevin’s skeletal system to his cell phone. When the vibrating stopped, his arms around her relaxed and his breathing eased. When the vibration resumed, his arms flexed, his body snapped tight, and his breath came in sharp, shallow punches.

  She pushed against his chest, preparing to move off him, but his grip tightened.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Don’t you want to get your phone?”

  His neck worked back and forth in an attempt to shake his head no. “They’ll leave a message if it’s important.”

  “It’s rung three times in two minutes. What if it’s Marianne?”

  The corner of his mouth kicked up in a smirk… or maybe a grimace. “It’s not Marianne.” He pressed his lips to hers in a long, lingering and extremely persuasive kiss. “Don’t give my phone another thought.”

  Well, when he put it like that, who was she to argue?

  “Okay.” She relaxed into his side with a sigh. “If you’re not worried, I guess I shouldn’t be.” She drew in a deep breath and enjoyed his heady, male scent as she brushed her fingers through his curly chest hair.

  He closed his eyes and a hiss pushed through his lips as she stroked the tip of her short nail over his nipple.

  “I had plans for those toys… still do, eventually.” He slid his hand under her ass and lifted, rolling her over on top of him. “But tonight, I like the idea of figuring you out without any extraneous equipment. Just me and your body.” He cupped her face and kissed the tip of her nose before moving on to her forehead and temple and lips.

  As he took his time exploring her body, a fire grew in the pit of her stomach, making her squirm and shimmy up his waist, trying to get his growing erection where she wanted it most.

  “You’re not supposed to be this slow and patient. You’re supposed to be a rip-and-strip kind of guy.”

  He laughed in a short burst. “A what?”

  “You know, no patience, no foreplay, just rip and strip.”

  His brow creased in a mixture of confusion and amusement. “Foreplay is half the fun. Why would you think I’d skip that?”

  “Never mind.” She wiggled some more, trying to fit the pieces together. “Are you gonna do this or what?”

  His eyes smiled. “I need to grab those condoms from the drawer first.”

  Anxious to move things along, she scrambled off him and enjoyed the view of his heavily muscled ass and thighs as he strode to her dresser. He retrieved the box from the drawer and tossed it in the air as he walked back to the bed, grinning. “This should take care of us for tonight. I’ll buy replacements tomorrow.”

  His long, powerful strides and predatory gleam sent a shiver of anticipation snaking down her spine and wrapping around her belly. His erection made a full reappearance and the memory of taking him, as well as his taste lingering on her tongue, had her licking her lips and swallowing harshly.

  She’d only finished Michael like that one time, and the memory wasn’t a fond one. But with Kevin, she hadn’t been given much of a choice—although, she suspected if she objected, he would’ve let her up. But his commanding tone, along with the fear of rejection she’d caught in his eyes, made her eager to take all of him.

  “You’re looking at me like I’d make a great midnight snack. Didn’t you get enough earlier?”

  She gnawed on her lip and dipped her head to hide the blush. “Apparently not.”

  “I’ll be happy to feed you anytime you’re hungry,” he murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed, using his finger to brush a stray hair from her face before running it along her neck in a light, sweeping stroke. “All you have to do is ask.”

  “Is that what you’re bringing for breakfast Monday? Wade might object.”

  He laughed and kissed her jaw, then nipped at her ear. “Maybe lunch.” He paused and sighed. “I won’t be here for lunch Monday.” His eyes were shadowed as his gaze settled on her face. “I hope to be back in time for dinner, though. Will you be free?”

  Dinner on Monday would have them together three days in a row, and concern over spending so much time with him tugged at the back of her mind. She was especially concerned about Michy getting the wrong idea or forming too close of an attachment.

  However, thoughts of worry or fear, along with all the reasons it would be a bad idea, promptly fled when he took a foil pack from the box, tossed the carton onto the nightstand, and gripped his straining erection. He stood at the side of the bed and rolled the condom on while gazing down at her.

  “Scoot over here.”

  He slid his hands under her butt and settled her at the edge of the bed, perfectly aligned for him to enter her. With his hands under her knees, he supported her legs, making sure her ankle was clear, and drove into her with one long, fluid stroke.

  She cried out at the sharp invasion, then moaned with pleasure when he didn’t stop to give her time to adjust, but eased out and drove back in. The third time he paused, giving her a moment to appreciate being completely filled.

  He closed his eyes, dropped his head back, and rocked his hips in slow, languorous strokes. The way his shoulders rolled and his abs contracted while his hips and thighs flexed reminded her of a lava lamp.

  There was nothing sharp or forced about his movements… just
a continual ebb and flow of motion as he joined their bodies, then rolled out before rocking in again. The beauty and fluidity of his motions, as well as the concentration on his face as he thrust and retreated, hypnotized her. When he dropped his gaze to hers, the soft gooiness in his eyes and the sensual smile on his full lips filled her chest with warmth.

  Boy, had she ever been wrong in her expectations. He did know how to be patient and slow… maddeningly slow. She arched her back and thrust her hips upward, needing to be closer, but he had a different plan in mind. He eased out until the tip of his cock hovered at her entrance, then dipped to the side so her left ankle settled on his shoulder. He gripped his cock in his hand and used the tip to stroke back and forth over her clit, like flicking bunny ears, only a million times better.

  Within seconds, the extra stimulation had her bucking and inching closer, trying to get a stronger, firmer contact. “Oh God, that’s good. More. More.”

  He laughed and flicked a few more times before settling back into her. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a greedy lover?”

  Even though he was teasing and there wasn’t anything offensive about his comment, the question stopped her cold. No, no one had ever accused her of being greedy in bed. In fact, she’d only had a few lovers prior to Michael and they hadn’t been anything exceptional. Then came Michael, and while the sex was okay in the beginning, it was never spectacular.

  Michaela was born, her dad died, her stress levels shot through the roof, and her sex drive crashed. The result had been him declaring her cold and uninterested, not only in him, but in sex altogether. He found someone else, and she found a magazine full of adult toys. So no, no one had ever driven her wild and made her beg for more.

  “Hey.” Kevin’s gentle voice brought her back to the present. He pushed all the way in and leaned forward, settling his face close to hers. “Where’d you go?”

  “Nowhere.” She shook her head and tried to smile. “I’m right here. You feel so good.” She emphasized so and good, making them porn star worthy in hopes of selling her story, but fell seriously short of the mark.

  His eyebrow shot up into an oh really arch. “Wanna try again?”

  “No.” She ran her fingertips over the soft skin covering his hard shoulders and magnificent chest. “Seriously, I’m right here, and you do feel amazing.” She fought the need clawing at her chest to wrap her arms around him and draw him close to her heart.

  Physically feeling good during sex was expected. Incorporating emotions was dangerous and she refused to allow them in. She didn’t want to think about how sweet he’d been to her and Michy or how concerned he’d been about her ankle and how hard he worked to make her comfortable.

  She ignored the tug in her chest and the squishiness in her belly and switched her focus to a more important, or at least more pertinent, topic. “It’s especially good when you do that thing you did a minute ago.” She thrust her hips forward and wiggled encouragingly. “Will you do it again?”

  He worked his mouth like he wanted to call “bullshit,” and his eyes remained guarded and unconvinced, but he let her off the hook and took his cock in hand. “This thing?”

  “Oh yeah.” She arched her back off the mattress. “That’s not just good; it’s freakin’ fantastic.”

  He rested his elbow on the bed so his other hand was free and tweaked her nipple while continuing to work her clit. She kept her left foot free and clear, but wrapped her right leg around his back and dug her heel into his ass, then worked his nipple too.

  His eyes and nostrils flared and the sweet gooiness that previously oozed off him melted away, exposing a raw, powerful male. He pushed into her and the slow, languid movements became powerful, driving thrusts. His concentration returned, but this time, rather than focusing on sensuous, rhythmic movements, he focused on driving them off a cliff.

  When he pinched her clit and tilted up, leveraging his thrust against her G-spot, nirvana rushed in and swept her away. Seconds later, he caught the wave with her. His neck muscles tightened and strained as he threw his head back and a groan rose from his chest.

  She’d never seen anything as magnificent as him in the throes of an orgasm… And she already couldn’t wait to do it again.

  * * *

  Sam was insatiable. Not that Kevin was complaining.

  She was full of passion and fire, and every time he was ready to go, she was right there with him. Sometime between two and three, he’d fallen asleep with her wrapped in his arms, her head resting on his chest. He hadn’t needed a beer. He hadn’t wanted a shot. He was as content as ever, and sleep came swiftly and easily.

  He drifted awake to a rain of sweet, gentle kisses on his chest. When he rocked his head to the side and looked at her through hooded eyes, she gave him a sleepy little smile, then rolled over and wiggled closer, pressing her ass against his side.

  He rolled with her so they were perfectly aligned, like spoons in a drawer, and ran his hand from the swell of her breast down the indentation of her waist to her hipbone. “You ready for more, sugar?”

  “Where you’re concerned, I’m always ready for more.” She arched her back and pressed her ass firmly against his hardening cock.

  So far, with the exception of the initial spanking, things remained traditional. He wasn’t sure if there was a hint behind the ass-to-cock business, but figured this was as good a time as any to step things up a notch and see how far she’d be willing to go. His hope was, in a super-sexed state, she’d let her guard down and answer questions more freely than earlier, when he’d accidentally stumbled across her toy box—which shocked the shit out of them both.

  He lifted her top leg over his, opening her to him, then ran his hand under the soft curve of her butt to her slick and ready-again sex.

  “I’m going to start calling you More.”

  She gave a husky laugh and reached backward between their bodies for his cock. Stroking and squeezing, she guided him to her. “As long as you back it up with action, I won’t mind.”

  He laughed at her impatience. “Not yet, amore mio.”

  He slipped two fingers into her, temporarily satisfying her, then dragged the juices from her pussy back toward her ass. She froze and her breathing stuttered, but she didn’t stop him or move away.

  “Is this what you’re trying to tell me you want with all the ass grinding and wiggling?”

  Her only response, besides another little wiggle, was an uncomfortable choking cough. Taking that as a consensual invitation, if not a yes, he gathered more lubrication and worked his ring finger into her tight opening. His finger was nothing in comparison to the double-dildo, and she sighed as her muscles relaxed, accepting the invasion.

  Shit, that double dick had been a major surprise, especially when her eyes went straight to it when he asked about her favorite toy.

  Was she into threesomes?

  If so, could he share?

  The thought dropped a chunk of cold dread in his chest like a block of ice. He’d shared women with Steve in college. Lizbeth had even suggested bringing in another playmate at one time; something he’d been willing to try if they’d found the right person. But the idea of sharing Sam held no appeal.

  “Have you been with two guys at once?”

  “No.” She shook her head and moaned again, then arched her body into a C, pressing her backside into him as he penetrated her farther, then worked his finger in a circle, stretching her.

  “Do you want to be with two men?” The question came out more as a growl than a general question, but he couldn’t help himself. The whole idea left him nauseous.

  He was fully aware of the double-standard flag waving around his head, but he didn’t give a shit. Her failure to answer unnerved him, so he dropped back and punted, easing into the discussion with something he already knew.

  “You said you use the double dildo.”

  “Yes,” she answered raggedly.

  He stretched his free arm out from under her and took hold of her wrist, pinning
her in place. “Have you had anal sex with a man?”

  “No.” Her breath came in short, shallow gasps and her pulse pounded against his palm.

  “But you want to.” He posed it as a statement, rather than a question, but she answered anyway.

  “Sometime. Yes.”

  Sometime. Not now.

  “Do you like being held down?” His voice was so thick it sounded like his throat had been glued together with flypaper.

  Her shoulder shifted in a shrug, her ass grinded against his finger, and she moaned low in her throat. All solid indicators of a hell yeah, but she said, “I don’t know.”

  “Yes, you do know. You may not have been tied down before, but I’m holding you now. Do you like it?”

  She squirmed under him, not in an attempt to get away, but in an attempt to get closer, to angle her body with his so he could penetrate her. He removed his finger from her ass and obliged her by guiding his cock to her opening. However, before he gave her what she wanted, he would get an answer.

  “I’m still waiting. Do you like being held down?”

  “Yes, dammit. Now fuck me.”

  He eased into her, but still not to the extent she wanted. Obsessing over the threesome thing would drive him batshit crazy if he didn’t find out exactly where she stood on the subject. He ran his hand along her jaw, then forced his thumb between her parted lips.

  She clamped down and circled her tongue over and around, then nipped at the skin on the pad of this thumb.

  “Do you want two men doing you at the same time, Sam? Do you want one man fucking you while you suck the other off? Or do you want two men fucking you at once—one in your pussy, one in your ass?”

  She gasped for air while trying to maintain the suction on his thumb. Her left hand grabbed his arm, holding his thumb in place, while the other wrapped over his side and grabbed his ass, urging him to drive into her.