Lust in the First Degree [The Andersons 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Marie Jermy

  “Do you want my fingers in your ass?” Her groan was loud and proud. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He swirled two fingers around in her cream, fucking her pussy for more, and then slid them up her divide to her asshole. He rimmed the puckered entrance a few times to lube her, before slowly edging in. Fuck, her ass was tight. Surely, it hurt?

  “Go on, Matt. That feels so good.”

  Her gasping-with-need voice above him was all the encouragement Matt needed. He pushed his fingers inside her tight channel up to the knuckle and scissored them. Her response this time was a scream and the pushing of her body downward onto his face. His nose spread her pussy lips apart and butted the bead of her aroused clit. That cute bundle of nerves was just begging to be eaten.

  Pumping his fingers in and out of Darcy’s ass, Matt drew the slippery pearl of her clit between his teeth. He smiled when he heard the sound of her pummeling the back of the chair. She liked clit play. Well, so did he. He lashed at her clit with his tongue until he felt her whole body shake with an orgasm and juice dripped down his chin. And jeez, he hoped the walls were soundproof because her screams were ear-piercing.

  He withdrew his fingers. At the same time as shifting up into a sitting position, she settled her body into his lap, facing him. His cock pressed long and hard against her belly. She immediately kissed him, running her tongue along his lips in an action that told him she liked the taste of her cum as much as he did. She then pulled back. The smile on her flushed, “I’ve just come” face made his heart swell and his prick pulse for some ass action.

  “Bed. Now. I want you to fuck and come inside my ass.”

  He loved her demands. “Hold on.” Rising steadily from the chair, Darcy secure in his arms, Matt carried her over and placed her on the soft covers. His heart jackhammered in his chest as she shamelessly played with her tits. “Keep playing. I’ll be back in a minute.” He gave each pebbled nipple a hard nip with his teeth so not to disappoint her and then went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

  When he returned a minute later, Darcy was on her elbows and knees on the bed, her ass stuck in the air in one hell of a tempting “do me” position. His cock oozed pre-cum at the sight. Beside her were a couple of red condoms, a tube of something red, and a large, sparkly, purple dildo.

  She smiled over her shoulder at him as he sauntered over and knelt behind her on the mattress. “Strawberry-flavored condoms to go with my strawberry lube,” she informed him.

  He reached for the tube, flipped the lid, and sniffed its contents. Yep, it was strawberry. He squeezed the lube and touched the tip of his tongue to the thick wad of red gunk that popped out. Definitely strawberry, although the taste was synthetic.

  “What would you like me to do?” she inquired. “Lube my ass or your cock?”

  With his cock already filled to bursting point, it took Matt a nanosecond to make a decision. “Your ass. You touch my cock and this will be over in a flash.”

  “Close, are you?” she asked, licking her lips.

  He loved the way she teased him. It was good to know it could be reciprocated. “You know I am, you witch.”

  Laughing, Darcy took the tube from his hand and went to work on her ass. He watched her smear red gunk in and around her hole as he donned a condom that smelt even more synthetic than the strawberry lube. She then flipped the tube shut, tossed it toward the pillows, and wiped her hands on her butt cheeks.

  “Right. I’m ready.”

  Matt shook his head. So matter-of-fact. He moved forward between her spread knees. Positioning his sheathed cock at her liberally greased, puckered hole, he held his breath as he pushed past a tight ring of muscle. He inched farther forward and then, with a soft pop, he was fully in, his balls touching the smooth globes of her upside-down-heart–shaped ass. Damn, anal felt so fucking good. He’d bet Ross hadn’t done this. His brother was more the romantic. Matt, on the other hand, was more basic, primal.

  His hands holding her womanly hips, he pumped slowly, concentrating on not shooting too soon. The pinprick sensations of heat racing down his cock while gliding up and down her tight channel felt so fucking incredible it was almost unbearable. His breath came out in pants as he angled deeper, her groan of appreciation pushing his control to the limit.

  Darcy looked over her shoulder at him. “Good?” He merely nodded, too lost for words. She smiled. “You’re a pro at anal, Matt, but my pussy feels left out. She’s empty. Do you want to introduce more cock to fill her?”

  Matt stopped in mid-thrust. A rare and sudden spark of green-eyed jealousy flared in his gut. Darcy knew he didn’t share. He thought he’d made that clear in the cells where they first made love. He began to withdraw. “Sorry, Darcy, but I don’t share.” His tone was sharper than he’d intended, but dammit, he was pissed. “If you want a threesome, I suggest you look elsewhere.”

  Her response came back quick and just as sharp. “Shit, Matt! I didn’t mean another man. I meant my vibrator.” She picked up and waved the sparkly, purple dildo at him.

  The flare of anger died an instant death. Ass! “Oh.” He gave her a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I told you I could be an ass.”

  “That you did.” She wiggled her butt. “Cock back in my ass, please.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He saluted her, grabbed her hips, and thrust his cock back into her not-so-tight-now hole.

  On a delightful groan, Darcy speared her pussy with the vibrator and worked in sync with him, withdrawing it when he pushed his cock in and reinserting it when he retreated. In all honesty, he thought their little misunderstanding had given him some respite, but he was wrong. The extra tightness of that hard rod fucking her pussy, rubbing against his cock every time he thrust, pushed Matt over the edge. Her name tumbling from his mouth in one long groan, he soared, his cum spewing hot, long, and plentiful.

  Still entrenched in that well-fucked ass, Matt curled his arms around Darcy’s waist and brought them both down to their sides. He kissed her soft nape and reached down between her legs and removed the dildo. The slow glide of it leaving her body caused her back to arch, and her ensuing gasp left him in no doubt that she hadn’t reached climax. “You didn’t come, did you?”

  She turned her face to him. “No. Sorry.”

  He grinned. “Don’t be. You relax. Have a little snooze. Or play with yourself. I’m just going to the john. And when I return, I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll beg me for more.”

  Her dark-brown eyes took on an exciting gleam. “I can’t wait.”

  He kissed her mouth long and hard. He took hold of the base of the condom and carefully withdrew his cock, then got off the bed and entered the bathroom. He tied a knot in the full condom and dropped it into the trash. He filled the basin with warm water and washed his cock.

  Ten minutes later, Matt returned to Darcy with the dampened washcloth and a warm, dry towel. On her back, her legs spread in a display of wanton provocation, she gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes. His slackened prick went stiff at the cream coating her pussy. The witch had indeed been fingering herself. Damn, he loved watching her masturbate. Placing the towels on the bed, he knelt beside her. “Don’t stop on my account, Darcy. I love watching you fingering yourself.”

  With a saucy wink, she continued, using two fingers of one hand to hold her lips open, revealing the hard nub of her clit and sliding her fore and middle fingers of her other hand into her yawning pussy. Her actions were smooth and slow and wet. He licked his lips, remembering how sweet that cream tasted. A sigh left her mouth, and her fingers quickened their sensuous assault on her pussy.

  Darcy never closed her eyes, and Matt loved that, too. “Go on, Darcy,” he encouraged. “Make yourself come.” He bent his head and gave her exposed clit a naughty flick of his tongue. She immediately shoved her fingers in deep and shuddered beneath him, her yelps of pleasure as she rode her orgasm, making his own fingers twitch. His cock, too.

  When she withdrew her fingers, he took them into his mouth and licked them clean. She
returned his smile. “I love your cum. It’s so sweet. Like honey.” Placing her hand on her belly, he then picked up the washcloth. “I’m gonna wash your deliciously wet pussy and your fuck-able ass. And then I’ll make you come.”

  “Mmm, more cock in ass?”

  “No. Your pussy. Do you want to turn over? Cleaning you might be easier on your hands and knees.”

  A smile lit up her face. “Oh, are you then gonna fuck me doggy style?”

  “Yeah. I know you like that, Darcy. Now turn over.” Once she’d moved onto her front and was supporting herself on her hands and knees, Matt palmed her thighs wider.

  His nostrils flared at the smell of synthetic strawberry and the much more delectable scent of her pussy cream. With slow strokes, he dragged the washcloth from her clit to her asshole and back again. A gasp sounded, and her body shuddered when he pressed the damp material against the entrance of her pussy using his knuckles.

  She looked over her shoulder at him. “Matt, I can’t wait. Fill my pussy with your cock now. Make love to me?” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, as though uncertain of her words.

  The comment threw Matt off guard. But only for a second. Darcy might be uncertain, however, he’d never felt surer in his life. He reached for the towel to dry her at the same time she yanked it out of his grasp. She tossed him the strawberry-flavored condom.

  “Never mind that. Put this on.”

  He grimaced slightly as he tore the packet open and rolled the red latex down his hard shaft. “Any other flavors?” he asked, only half serious.

  “Vanilla and blueberry. And cherry.”

  “Good-o.” Palming her thighs wider still, he positioned the tip of his sheathed cock at the entrance to her damp, juicy pussy and thrust hard. Her inner muscles relaxed and then fisted his shaft, drawing him in deeper. He slid his hands around her waist and slowly brought her upright to change the angle and intensity. She groaned when he played with her tits with one hand and used his other to strum her clit.

  With each sure thrust, Darcy arched her spine so her butt pressed hard against him. His heartbeat rocketed. His heavy balls targeted her pussy, the wet, slapping sound mingling with her groans and gasps as he lifted her off the bed with every upward movement.

  “Yes, Matt, yes!” she screeched. “That’s so fucking good. Harder. Faster.”

  “Sweetheart, come for me. Come hard.” He picked up speed, pinching her clit and one erect nipple at the same time, and turned his thoughts from the beautiful, sexy woman screaming and coming around his cock to shopping for sports equipment. Matt had to keep control. This was all about satisfying Darcy, not him.

  Even after she’d climaxed, her inner muscles gripped and squeezed his cock. Feeling the familiar tightening in his balls, Matt knew he was losing it for sure. His big prick ached for release. More shopping was needed. No, what was needed, he realized, was for him to withdraw from that too-tempting pussy of Darcy’s. So that was what he did, much to her disappointment.

  It didn’t last long, though. Once he was out, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. He felt his cock spearing her entrance, but the moment he went deep, she pushed up off of him. The strawberry-flavored condom was quickly peeled from him. “Aw, damn,” he said, feigning his own disappointment when, with an audible pop, his cock sprang free of the latex. “I really liked that rubber.” He cocked an amused brow. “Oh, are you gonna ride me with the vanilla one? The blueberry? Please, please, I want blueberry. And don’t forget the cherry.”

  He laughed at her mock-pissed expression. “Ha-ha, Matt. And you say I’m a riot.” She lightly drew a finger down the visibly pulsating vein in his prick. “Are you willing to let me finger your ass? It won’t hurt. I promise.”

  His cock sprang to further attention. Matt had heard about the male G-spot. Using a finger to stimulate a man’s prostate could result in an out-of-this-world orgasm. Oh, he was up for that. “Go for it. Just don’t use that strawberry lube. I can’t stand the smell. Use your pussy juice instead.”

  She grinned. “Okay. I have plenty.”

  “Mmm, I did that.”

  Darcy rolled her eyes. “So cocky.”

  Matt nearly came as he watched Darcy finger herself again, the tantalizing show almost too much for his hungry cock. Swallowing hard when she showed him one extremely creamy middle finger, his breath was sucked from his lungs when she lowered her mouth onto his prick and took him to the back of her throat. Fuck, she was going to blow him and finger his ass.

  He uttered a long groan that intensified in its loudness as she rimmed his butt hole and then pushed her finger in deep. He couldn’t stop the upward jerk of his hips at the combined erotic sensations her mouth around his cock and her finger buried in the dark channel of his ass elicited. He’d never felt anything so fucking good in his life.

  Darcy began to hum a merry tune. Vibrations raced up and down his shaft, and Matt felt sure her long, hard sucks were drawing his cum from his balls. She pressed another finger into his ass, and his eyes rolled back in his head as she applied pressure to a small area at the top of his rectum. Shit, he was fast becoming unglued.

  He fisted the covers. He then felt her lightly scraping her teeth over and around the swollen head of his cock, and the need to fill her mouth arrived. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna shoot!” Even as he shouted, Darcy suddenly sat upright. He exploded with everything he had and more all over her beautiful tits.

  H-O-L-Y F-U-C-K!

  His eyelids fluttered shut, and Matt sagged into the mattress, a boneless heap of Jell-O. Fuck knows where he found it, but a few minutes later and at the sound of soft slurping, he found the strength to open his eyes.

  His limp cock jumped to a full erection. Pure pleasure etched on her face, Darcy was using her fingers to scoop up the wads of thick cum from her tits and then eating it. “Darcy?”

  Her gaze mated with his. She leaned forward and kissed him, opening her mouth and inviting his tongue inside. He accepted and dove in, sweeping his tongue around her warm, soft walls. She tasted of herself and him. Wrapping his arms around her, Matt then flipped them over and made himself comfortable between her spread thighs, his nose pressed to the valley of her breasts.

  He inhaled deeply, taking in his smell and hers. Call him an egotistical, chauvinistic jerk, but there was a certain satisfaction knowing that he’d branded her. There was no way he was ever going to let Darcy go. She was his woman. Darcy Anderson had a nice ring to it. Ring? Engagement, wedding, and eternity rings, to be precise. Hmm, maybe I am ready for marriage after all.

  “Matt?”

  Again their gazes mated. “Yeah?”

  “I love you. Crazy, huh? We’ve only known each other for three days.”

  “Crazy,” he agreed. “But I love you, too. I was a goner from minute one.” Shifting up onto his knees, he picked up another strawberry condom. He opened the packet and rolled it down his cock. He then returned to Darcy’s arms and, in one sure, deep stroke, entered her pussy, where he made long and leisurely love to the woman he loved.

  Chapter 11

  A shrill, jangling sound jarred Matt into consciousness. He turned his head and glared at the offending telephone on the table next to the bed. Beside him, and buried beneath the duvet, Darcy mumbled a protest. He glanced at his watch, noting it was nudging late-afternoon. A satisfied smile curved his lips.

  He’d gotten more than twenty-four hours with Darcy. Almost forty-eight hours to be exact, and all without interruptions—well, apart from room service bringing their ordered meals. Other than a very quick trip to the nearest drugstore for more condoms, he and Darcy had spent every waking minute in the hotel room. Most of the time they’d made love, and when they weren’t pleasuring each other or sleeping, they’d talk or just be content relaxing in each other’s company saying nothing at all.

  Darcy elbowed him in the ribs, reminding him of the still-ringing telephone. He reached over and snagged the receiver. “Yes?”

  “I’m sorry to dist
urb you, Mr. Anderson,” said a cheerful woman’s voice. “But I have a message here for you to contact Chief Connors from Silver Creek urgently.”

  “Oh. Thank you.” Matt replaced the receiver and groaned. It was time to go home and talk to the FBI. Pity, really. What with the joint decision to pull the plug on the TV and radio, it had been bliss leaving the world and its troubles on the other side of the closed hotel room door.

  He paused when a thought struck. He knew his father wouldn’t have divulged to Connors where he and Darcy were, not that his father knew anyway. That must have pissed Connors off immensely. Even so, if Connors had telephoned every hotel in the area to find out their location, that was taking “pissed” to a new extreme. There were hundreds of hotels. And why do it anyway? Forrester was dead, so the FBI could surely wait?

  Matt frowned. Something wasn’t right here, and he didn’t think it had anything to do with Forrester. His limbs protesting from an earlier bout of energetic lovemaking, he left the bed and searched the room for his cell phone. Now where had he left the damned thing? Their neatly stacked clothes were on one of the sofa chairs. It wasn’t there, or in his jeans pocket.

  Darcy emerged from under the duvet and skimmed her hands over her hair in an attempt to make it lay flat. “What’ya looking for?”

  “Phone.”

  “With mine in the zipped compartment of my bag.”

  “Thanks.” He grinned at Darcy as he retrieved his phone and switched it on. “Just leave it. I like it wild.”

  “Being a man, you would.”

  Another frown materialized at the number of missed calls. Over one hundred of them. Most were from home. There were some from his brother Ross and his sister Ramona. Oddly enough, none were from Samantha. Not that he expected there to be. She and Dan were in LA fucking each other silly, weren’t they? A dark cloud began to loom over Matt that he couldn’t shake.