Her Dirty Doms [The Men of Treasure Cove 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Her thigh slid between his as they disentangled themselves. She unintentionally rubbed her knee against his stiff cock and heavy balls, and a sudden craving hit her hard. Her mouth opened. Unfortunately, she’d forgotten how to speak. She couldn’t look at him, but she couldn’t look away either.

  “Jesus.” He moaned as if in pain. Yet, she heard a trace of a reluctant humor in his voice. The water came up to his shoulders, but she had to work to keep afloat. “I love your cock.”

  “Please…” He appeared to be struggling between amusement and arousal which only made her more curious about him. What did she really know about the man who was before her? He was thoughtful, caring, a great lover, and strong. Dear Goddess, he was strong. He had a wicked smile and a delicious, pulsating cock that made her pussy weep. He was perfect. Yet she really didn’t know that much about him.

  “Don’t say that word.”

  “What word?” she asked. “Cock?”

  He growled and grabbed her elbows, dragging her against him. She’d never seen him look this uncomfortable before. “I swear if you say that one more time.”

  River couldn’t stop a broad smile from spreading across her face. She felt like she had the upper hand for the first time with him. “Mmm, cock,” she said. If the word came out sounding a little breathy and seductive, it wasn’t her fault. Not really.

  “River.”

  The warning look he gave her only made her want to push him further to find out what happened when she went too far. “Yes, Victor?”

  He scrubbed his hand down his face and sighed. “You’re pushing my limit.”

  “What are you talking about?” The way he looked at her had her stomach lurching in hope and despair all at the same time. His gaze lowered to her mouth, lingering there long enough to have her self-consciously wetting her bottom lip. “Victor?” She drew in a sharp breath, trying not to care too much too soon.

  His eyes remained on hers, his expression resigned.

  “What are you going to do to me?” Something grew and burst inside her, something big and happy that made her feel full and alive. Her heart pounded. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders.

  Victor looked like he was trying to suppress a smile, which only made her want to bring it to the surface more. “You’re going to get that spanking if you don’t stop teasing me.”

  “Is that a promise?” As far as she was concerned he’d just given her free rein to tease him mercilessly until he cracked under pressure. River couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening, especially since she’d just expected to come home and fix a leak. If she were lucky, maybe she could cause another one…one more sexually gratifying.

  He growled and she looked up at the sound of his voice, feeling a sudden urge to wrap herself around him and kiss him senseless. She settled for pulling him closer with her fingers curled over his shoulders. Her legs parted, hugging his waist to draw him against her.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Testing your limits.” River held back a smile and flattened her palm against his shoulder, sliding her hand down to his chest. Her pinkie grazed his nipple and she felt a sharp jolt that went through him. River lifted her hand to comb back his hair, watching the way his eyes closed to soak up the pleasure in her touch. His damp lashes lay in spiky arcs against his skin and his jaw was rough with a day’s worth of stubble.

  “Please,” she said. She pressed a soft kiss beside his mouth, then brushed her lips across his skin to play at his ear. “I want you.”

  He groaned and rubbed his cheek against hers, his arms coming around her waist to pull her even closer. His erection pressed against her insistently. River sank one hand into his thick hair while the other swept up and down his spine. She figured it wouldn’t take much to get him to lose control. He was holding on by a thread, and she wanted the wild man she had two weeks ago. River pulled back to look at him, enjoying the warmth in his gaze as it traveled over her. Her knee slid between his again, lifting higher until the top of her thigh met the rigid length of his cock. She rubbed him slowly, watching his expression change from one of amusement to arousal. “Is that for me?” she asked.

  He groaned and closed his eyes. Her mouth pressed to his throat and she felt his pulse flutter against her lips. She left a trail of kisses behind as she moved to his strong jawline. She kissed him there and continued on until her mouth hovered over his, their warm breaths intermingling. The taste of him, the feel of him, she couldn’t hold back. Her body was too hot. She needed him to ravish her. “I want your cock inside me, Victor.”

  A bolt of heat shot straight through her. She gasped as a feeling of wildness tore through her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her bare breasts flattening against his chest as she crushed her mouth to his. He didn’t put up a fight. He held her tightly and kissed her back, his lips warm and wet, and his fingers clutching her to him. She moaned at his touch, caught up in the sensations charging through her.

  His tongue probed gently at first, becoming bolder with each passing second. She clenched her thighs around him and immersed herself in his strength, his heat. His hands lowered to her ass, gripping her buttocks to support her weight.

  They continued exploring each other’s mouths for long, luxurious moments until Victor finally dipped his hand beneath her and worked his thumb against her hungry pussy. River held her breath, her heart racing with anticipation. His thumb found her clit and she gasped at the contact. He smiled against her mouth, rubbing her in firm circles while he kept up his deep, lazy kisses.

  River shuddered as desire built inside her. She was so worked up that it wouldn’t take long for Victor to push her over the edge. She clasped his shoulders and held on as he massaged her clit. She pulled her mouth from his and took a couple of panting breaths. She gave him a quick once over, her stomach dipping at the intensity of his expression. Victor sank his fingers into her cunt, delving deep and drawing back again while he worked her clit with his thumb.

  “Oh yes, Victor.” River’s teeth bit her lower lip. The pleasure from his touch left her breathless. His mouth lifted on one side. His gaze was warm and intimate as it roamed over her. Her hips jerked to meet the thrust of his fingers, her breasts mashed against his chest. Desire rose inside her until she couldn’t take anymore.

  Then it all came to a stop.

  She cried out in protest and made a grab for him. Victor chuckled as he planted a kiss on her mouth and gripped her hips. He walked further down the pool with her until the water just reached his waist, then lifted her onto the side and left her sitting there. She would have felt rejected if it hadn’t been for the way he looked at her.

  Curving his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her to him for a long kiss, his tongue swept over hers, his lips caressing and arousing. When he’d pushed her to the point that she wanted to beg for more, he broke the connection and whispered against her mouth, “Finish yourself off for me.”

  Lust and love collided inside her as she stared at him. Her stomach quivered at the thought. She’d pleasured herself before but never with an audience. River glanced down at her body, taking in her hardened nipples, the goose bumps dotting her skin, the way her stomach tightened with each harsh breath that left her. Her legs were slightly parted, her calves dangling in the water, and Victor stood there, drinking in the sight as if he never wanted to look away.

  “You want me to finish?” she asked.

  “Show me,” he said, resting his palms on her knees and urging them further apart. Victor leaned in to press his lips to hers, kissing her in such a slow, sensual way that she moaned deep in her throat. Her fingers slipped between her thighs and began teasing her pussy. The first caress made her sigh, the second caused her to moan. He touched the back of her hand and let out a deep breath through his nose. His palm slid up her thigh, traveling further over damp skin until he cupped her breast.

  River tilted her hips, rubbing her clit in a circular motion with her wet fingers. Victor’s tongue thrust against he
rs as his thumb worked her nipple into a tight, aching nub. A whimper left her. She clutched the back of his neck with her free hand, holding his mouth to hers. She wanted to stay in the moment with him, to make the most of every second, but she couldn’t stop herself from wanting more. Her desire grew at the thought of him sinking inside her. The pace of her massaging motions increased. Victor ended the kiss and rested his mouth beside hers, drawing in air as she pushed herself closer to that peak.

  “Does it feel good rubbing your pussy while I watch?” he asked.

  She heard the husky tone of his voice, and the way desire had deepened the sound. River nodded quickly, giving his cheek a breathless kiss. She kept up the smooth movements of her fingers, rubbing, teasing, getting closer and closer until…

  “Oh, Goddess.” Her thighs clenched around his hips. Panting breaths left her. A feeling of intense pleasure tingled in her fingers and flooded her body with warmth. She let out a hoarse cry that left her shaking, weak.

  Victor groaned and clasped her face in his palms, kissing her hard. His tongue slid over hers, his mouth firm and demanding. River returned his fervor. She should have felt more settled now she’d already come, but it just made her need him even more.

  She gave Victor a quick kiss and pulled back, trying to catch her breath. Her attention dropped to the water, settling on the shadow barely hidden beneath the rippled surface. She wanted him laid out before her so she could touch him and see him properly. River knew the best way to make that happen, she just hoped her trembling legs would hold up. “I bet your cock’s just aching for my mouth know, isn’t it?”

  His gaze lowered to her bare breasts, then returned to meet her eyes. “What are you going to do about it?”

  She let out a deep breath. “Catch me and find out.” River pushed off the edge of the pool, drew her feet under her, and sprinted naked through the house.

  She heard his laugh behind her and sent a fleeting look over her shoulder. He vaulted from the pool in one fluid movement, the view of his impressive body making her suck in her breath. She turned her head to watch where she was going, barely able to believe that in another moment or two that man was going to be all hers.

  He caught her in a few strides, hooking his arm around her waist and lifting her from her feet. Victor swung her in a full circle then dropped her down on the plush carpet in the family room in front of the fireplace. He shifted his body to break her fall and she landed on top of him, laughing breathlessly.

  River reached her hand above her head and smiled. Thank the gods that her parents insisted on a gas fireplace, because with one push of a button a roaring fire started, warming their wet skin. Droplets of water clung to Victor’s hair and a smile hovered at his mouth. While the mood was still light between them, she straddled his waist and flattened her palm on his chest. Before he could figure out what she was up to, River used her other hand to grab his cock and guide him into her.

  “Jesus, River—fuck.” Victor tipped his head back and gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.

  She sank down on him fully, watching desire cloud his features as his rigid length disappeared inside her. River sighed at the feeling of fullness, settling on top of him with her thighs cradling his body. She rested her palms on his chest and rocked back and forth on his cock, riding him slowly.

  The soft lamb’s wool of the carpet tickled her knees as the warmth from the fireplace caressed her bare breasts. She noticed the muscles in his stomach tighten as he lifted his ass to give a couple of slow thrusts. The sensation was almost too much. “Having you inside me…” She moistened her lower lip. “Goddess, I needed this.”

  Victor dragged her against him, pressing his lips to her throat. His arms came around her as he pulled back and sank inside her again. Her breasts flattened against his chest, the warmth of his skin comforting her even as his touch and his plunging cock excited her senses.

  River turned her head, kissing his jaw, then covered his mouth with her own. She couldn’t hold back anymore. She thrust her tongue between his lips as he drove his cock inside her. Her hands sank into his hair. She shoved her hips back to meet each glide of his shaft, needing to deepen the connection, to take in as much of him as she could. She pulled her mouth from his and pleaded, “Hard. Fuck me harder.”

  He made a growling sound and kissed her again, the pressure of his fingers on her upper thighs increasing. His hips lifted in quick, shallow thrusts that had her breasts jolting against his chest. She was still so sensitive from the attention she’d given her pussy. Each plunge of his cock only intensified the lingering sensations.

  She wanted more. River gripped his hair and pressed her mouth to his, pushing her hips down hard against his thrusts. She imagined all the things she could do to him now that his intentions were clear. She pictured him pressing her against the wall in her shower, bending her over the couch, taking her on the kitchen bench. A long moan slipped from her and she begged him again, “Harder.”

  “God, you’re demanding.” She heard the humor in his voice as he pulled out of her and urged her off him.

  River’s eyes widened. “Don’t stop. What are you—?”

  He flipped her onto her belly, using his hand on the back of her neck to press her into the rug. “Stop talking and open your legs.”

  A surge of need took over and she did just that, beaming inside at his gruff tone. Her thighs parted and he wedged himself in between them. She closed her eyes, biting her lip as he eased his cock inside her. He filled her completely in one smooth thrust, then drew back and drove into her again. She cried out, trying to push her ass up, but he held her firm. One hand kept her in place at the base of her neck while the other flattened against her spine.

  River worked her hand beneath her body and touched him, feeling the slick glide of his rigid flesh each time he withdrew and plunged into her, again and again. She used her wet fingertips to massage her clit, her movements restricted now that he had her under him. She pressed and rubbed, gasping for breath as his thrusts grew more intense. The sounds he made just pushed her closer to losing it.

  He braced his hands on either side of her head and rested his chest against her back. She felt him lean in to kiss the water-slicked skin behind her ear. “You like that, River?”

  She moaned and her hips writhed beneath him. A breathless “yes” came from her open mouth. Her fingers moved with increasing speed over her slippery clit. She clenched her thighs around him, trying to pull him even closer.

  He groaned and kept pumping away inside her. “Are you gonna come nice and hard all over my cock?”

  A feeling of urgency claimed her. “Yes. Goddess, yes, Victor. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She wouldn’t last much longer. He pressed his lips to her throat and slammed inside her. His stubble-roughened jaw abraded her skin. His warm breath slid over her. The tensing of his stomach against her lower back told her he was close.

  She rubbed faster, her fingers shifting from side to side. Her gasps came in time with his thrusts. He strained against her ass, shoving his cock inside her. He shuddered and pumped hard a couple more times before finally coming with a loud groan. The knowledge that he’d filled her with cum sent River tumbling over the edge with him, releasing a sobbing moan as her orgasm streaked through her.

  Her limbs relaxed and her body sank to the floor, completely satisfied…for now.

  They both took a moment to catch their breath, then Victor pulled away and rolled her onto her back. He leaned over her, bending his head to tease her lips with his mouth. “God, you make the best sexy sounds,” he said. His eyes filled with tenderness as he looked down at her.

  They shared a few seconds of silence, but the longer it dragged on, the more she thought about everything else she wanted to do him and it made her grin.

  “What are you smiling about?” he asked.

  “You.” She linked her fingers at the back of his neck and urged him closer for another long, searching kiss. River pulled back and rubbed her lips toget
her. “What do we do now?” she asked.

  “I guess you come home with me. You belong to me know.”

  River laughed. “But you don’t have a place. I guess I’ll just have to take you home with me, so I can have my wicked way with you.”

  “Now that sounds like a plan.”

  Chapter Eight

  Victor was sitting on the couch while River took a shower as he went through his bags. After cleaning up the mess at her parents and having his wicked way with her, River found him some dry clothes. After dressing, he made sure her parents’ house was locked up tight and met her out at her truck. Driving back into Celestial, River stopped at the hotel and waited while he ran in to gather his belongings and his brother’s bags. They still hadn’t returned his text, so before leaving the hotel he stopped off at the counter and left a note with the scary Goth chick.

  The ride back to Treasure Cove was quiet as he took in the surrounding area. It was some beautiful country with the mountains as a backdrop. He could get used to seeing this every day, but more importantly, he wanted to look at River.

  Once again she was quiet and this time he let her think. He wasn’t going to push or press the matter. As it was right now, he wasn’t too happy with the idea that he was going to be staying at her place and working for her. But it was something until something better came along. He knew jobs were sparse, but he was trained to adapt and if it meant taking orders from the woman he loved, then so be it.

  When they arrived at her place, she handed him her keys as they trudged up the stairs. Oh, yeah, his baby was going to need something better than a three flight walk up every day. He and his brothers had money saved. Even though the account was dwindling, he knew if they looked hard enough, they might just have enough to buy something better.

  With River in the shower, he was searching for his personal bag when he heard a knock on the door. Getting up, he walked over to the door and opened it.