The Climax Montana Complete Collection

by Reece Butler

  “You should lie down for a while and be monitored. You might get dizzy. There’s a bed for emergencies.”

  “A bed?”

  She nodded. The predatory smile emerged once more.

  “Good, ’cause this is an emergency. Your pussy needs my tongue. Now!”

  He shifted, putting his hand between her legs. He rubbed her clit through her skirt. She gasped, unable to talk. He rolled to his feet, gripped her hand, and hauled her up. He towed her along behind him. Her legs were long, but she had to hurry to keep up with his stride. She could say he needed an examination after being knocked out, but no one who saw this would believe her story. She struggled to escape his grip.

  “Settle down or I’ll throw you over my shoulder.”

  Her mouth dropped open as her feet planted on the road. “You’re joking!”

  “Nope,” he replied cheerfully. “I don’t joke, even when I’m drunk and horny. And right now I’m both. So unless you want to be ass-high over my shoulder, keep up.”

  “But—”

  She barely got out a squeak before her head was down his back, her thigh gripped by his hands. She automatically struggled, sure he was going to drop her. A warning slap on her left buttock made her jerk.

  “Move and you’ll get another.”

  She obeyed, but only because she was almost at the clinic. He stopped at the door, set her down, and held out his hand for the keys. She pulled them out of her coat with shaking fingers. A moment later they were inside. She walked in front as he held her hips, maneuvering her around the short hall and into the waiting room. Nikki couldn’t think of anything else but the burning, needy throb between her legs.

  “Where’s the bed?” he demanded.

  “The back room on the right.”

  Eric guided her past the examination rooms and her office, and into the one observation room. Ever efficient, Brenda had the bed ready with fresh sheets. Eric stopped her forward motion. Her coat came off, tossed aside. He gave her hips a twist and, when she faced him, sat her on the hard bed with her skirt up, bunched at her upper thighs. He rested his hands on her knees. She watched, half in horror and half in anticipation, as his fingers trailed up her thighs.

  “You up for this, Doc? I can stop now and walk away, but I can smell your pussy from here and it’s driving me crazy.”

  She was too embarrassed to look him in the eye so she concentrated on what lay below his chin. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. His small nipples were hard. She’d have to bring her face right against his chest to nibble one.

  “I’m not very experienced,” she said, having to warn him.

  One hand disappeared under her black skirt. A finger rubbed between her legs. She jolted at the shock of his touch. His chuckle sounded strained.

  “Maybe not, but you’re wet. You want me to lick you from stem to stern, make you scream a few times, then fill you with my cock? Or do I walk? Think this over because you’re mine once you say yes.”

  “Yours? What do you mean?” Her voice trembled.

  He stared right into her eyes. His expression turned stern rather than eager.

  “My woman belongs to me. She trusts me to know what she needs.” His eyes darkened. “Even if she doesn’t think she wants it.”

  She shivered at the threat of his power. Her nipples tightened and pussy clenched. She was sure she got even wetter. His nostrils flared. This was her fantasy, to be taken by a man who would do what she needed even though she wasn’t sure what that meant. But did she really want the reality? She hesitated, torn between her past life of fear, and a potential future of freedom.

  “I will count to three. Then I will leave.” His tone had a bite to it, one that made her shiver with anticipation. “Do I walk, or stay?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. She bit her tongue when he didn’t move. “I mean yes, I want you to lick—”

  She shrieked as he flipped her on her back. He wedged himself between her thighs and shoved her skirt onto her belly.

  “Oh, God, a cherry-red thong. Perfect.”

  She caught his glance as he leaned over and slowly dropped his chin toward her thong panties. He inhaled, his nostrils flaring wide, then closed his eyes and groaned. He rested his forehead on her belly, hauling air into his lungs. It felt like he’d taken it all from the room as she could barely inhale.

  He took her heels and set them on the edge of the bed. He held them there for a moment, which she took as an order to keep them in place. Then he slipped his head down to her belly, dragging his chin over her skin. When his mouth reached her clit, he tongued the red silk.

  It was nothing like her own touch. But then, she’d never touched herself through silk before. Nor had she ever been anywhere near this wet. He pressed his mouth over her pussy and inhaled. He reached for his hip, then cursed.

  “If I had my knife you’d be bare to me already. Lift.”

  He stepped back, hooking his thumbs over the elastic at her hips. She did as he demanded, and he stripped the bright-red elastic lace down her legs and off. He jammed her thong in the front pocket of his jeans. He took her hips, drawing her a few inches closer to the edge of the hard mattress. When he set her heels on the bed again, she kept her knees together. He frowned.

  “Open.”

  She shook her head. Though she wanted him to lick her and suck her, she didn’t want him to look at her. It was one thing for her female gynecologist to give her a Pap test. Quite another for a man to order her to reveal her most intimate place.

  He made a sound more like a growl than a groan. “We’ll work on your obedience later.”

  Before she could reply he put his hands on her knees, slid his palms down her thighs, and pressed outward. She was strong but he had no problem spreading her knees wide. She slapped her hands between her legs as his eyes zeroed in. He looked up. She saw the predator within him assessing her. She hardened her jaw, refusing to give in.

  “Move your hands or I’ll put you over my knees and spank you.”

  “You wouldn’t!” She clenched her inside muscles, hoping to hold back the rush of cream that surged with his threat. “You’re just making threats so I’ll do what you say.”

  His eyes narrowed. “I don’t make threats, Doc. I state outcomes. The longer you delay, the more swats you’ll get. You’re up to five and quickly working toward ten.”

  Another surge of lust blew through her. She wanted his hands on her bottom, and he knew it.

  “Fine!” she burst out.

  She put her hands on her thighs. He stared as she slowly opened her legs. The concentration wrinkles in his forehead faded. A smug smile of satisfaction appeared.

  “Good girl. That is one fine, wet pussy,” he murmured. “Open your shirt and touch yourself.”

  She unbuttoned her shirt with trembling fingers. Every time a button came loose, he tantalized her clit with his finger. She spread the edges of her shirt to reveal her bra. She’d grown up wearing cheap, ugly underwear. Her first indulgence after she became a doctor was to buy pretty things.

  On the outside she was all business, wearing whatever plain clothing was most appropriate to her job. But inside, where no one could see, she reveled in the feel of silk, satin, and lace next to her skin. It gave her a sense of confidence to wear bright jewel tones. The set she wore today was red, and one of her favorites.

  “Damn, you’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice raw and hungry. “Take it off. Shirt first.” She bit her lip, hesitating to reveal even more of herself. He brushed his fingers over her curls, skimming her clit. She gasped at the jolt. “That’s a touch of what’s to come when you obey.”

  He abandoned his duties to help. A moment later, her shirt was tossed aside. He stared eagerly as she reached behind and flicked the bra clasp open. She shrugged, and her heavy breasts escaped. He gestured, and she relaxed onto her back. He growled, leaned forward, and took a nipple in his mouth. The sharp bite went straight to her clit. He suckled her, tracing his way around her breasts with his
strong tongue as she writhed under him, moaning.

  This was what she’d been craving. Eric was a powerful man, and he was totally absorbed in her pleasure. But she wanted more. Marci had spoken of her first night with Simon when, due to a full leg cast, he could do little but lie on his back. He’d helped her to straddle his face. Marci had immediately realized what she’d been missing all her life.

  This was Nikki’s chance to discover the same thing. She had no idea if Eric would want her once he sobered up. She was not going to miss out on this opportunity. She found the bravado that had helped her survive so many first days of school as the new girl.

  “I can touch my own breasts.” She gripped his ears and guided his face lower. “I want your mouth between my thighs.”

  He gave her an appraising look, as if deciding whether to chastise her or go along with it. Heart thumping, she held her breath, wondering if she’d gone too far.

  “You keep those nipples happy and I’ll make your pussy purr. Spread ’em wide, Doc.” He buried his nose deep between her thighs and inhaled, deep and long. “Damn, you smell good.”

  “Enough talk, I want action!”

  His eyes blazed at her demand. Her heart pounded even faster, unsure of what she had unleashed. She heard a hint of a growl over the blood pounding in her ears. Then his tongue touched her clit and nothing else existed.

  Chapter Ten

  Even if Matt hadn’t staked their claim on this woman with that slow dance, Eric would have gone straight for the doc. Six feet of long legs, full breasts, an ass he couldn’t wait to spank, and her pussy…God, he loved her pussy!

  It had taken her a bit to realize he was serious before she’d spread her knees. A wisp of faint blonde curls didn’t cover his view of her lips. Pink and plump, they shone with juices from her arousal. An arousal caused by him. He might give her a trim before the next time. Maybe he’d shave her totally to make her even more sensitive. Not that she wasn’t already squirming and gasping.

  He’d heard women could fake a lot, but this was real. Her nipples were tight with need, her eyes had dilated with eagerness, and her breath caught every time he touched her. She was eager and demanding, yet shy. She seemed so eager for his touch he figured the few boyfriends she had must have been duds in the arousal and orgasm department.

  Her past no longer mattered. She belonged to him now. Him and Matt. He’d never seen, smelled, tasted, or touched a woman who affected him like this one. Even her voice, deep and sensuous, wrapped around him like a lure and hauled him in. That was fine, as he wasn’t fighting.

  He inhaled, imprinting her scent into his DNA. It reminded him of the jungle after a cleansing rain: hot, damp, and earthy. It brought out something primal in him. She was one of those women who thought they needed to be in control. He wasn’t surprised, as she’d been raised by a single mother. With no strong male influence, one who protected and provided for her, she would not have learned the advantages of submitting to her man.

  By the time Matt got home, he’d have her training well under way. At the very least, she’d know his body, and her own, one hell of a lot better. Matt would put his own spin on things. They were opposites in many ways. Matt was a jovial giant unless aroused to fury by a bully. Nikki would bring out another type of arousal.

  Keeping his tongue busy, Eric skimmed his hand over her belly. She gasped when his finger touched her clit, but he moved on. They groaned in unison as his finger entered her slick heat. She was snug for someone her size and age. He added another finger, needing to stretch her to prepare for his cock.

  If her pussy was this tight, her ass would be heaven. But, since he’d be the first Frost brother to fill her mouth and pussy with his cock, he’d leave her ass to Matt. Not that he wouldn’t get his fingers in there first. He’d need to stretch her so she’d be ready. Not a hardship, at all.

  He thrust his tongue in her sopping pussy while using his thumb on her clit. She shuddered and another gush of flavor exploded in his mouth. He reveled at the intensity of her reaction as he played with her. She was at his mercy, forced to accept his pleasure. Her hands worked her breasts, squeezing and pinching. That was one thing he didn’t have to order her to do.

  And God, did she have magnificent breasts! They spilled over her ribs, flowing to the sides. He couldn’t wait to bring her to the hot spring where gravity’s force was lessened. He’d fill his hands with her breasts and tow her backward. He’d turn her around, and she’d spread her legs, clutching his hips as he skewered her. In time she’d learn to take Matt in her ass at the same time. They’d fill her, front and back, the three of them becoming one.

  Unable to take the constriction on his cock from his tight jeans, he pulled away. She mewled a complaint as he released his jeans button and hauled his zipper down. He eased his thick cock out, groaning at the relief. Before his hands got busy again, he shoved his jeans to his thighs.

  “Don’t stop!” she demanded.

  He looked up. She had her heels pressed into the mattress, offering her pussy to him. Her ass cheeks were clenched tight, hiding the tiny hole he intended to investigate next. His balls ached, needing to explode inside her. But she had to come first. He might not make his promise of twice before he entered her, but he’d make up for it the next time.

  He brought his mouth to her clit and sucked her nectar. She jolted, gasping for breath. Tilting his head, he managed to fit three fingers into her. He pumped them as she twitched. Excess juices flowed down to her ass. He gathered some with the fingers of his left hand. Still working her clit and pussy with his right, he scratched lightly at her back hole. She tensed, clenching his face with her thighs.

  He knew she wanted this, even if she didn’t know it yet, by the gush of fluid that dripped down his chin. He breached her outer ring and twisted his finger. She exploded, flooding his mouth. Yes!

  He had to have her. Now.

  He held his cock, gasping as he forced himself to slowly guide it into her pussy. She was tight and hot and perfect. Her heat grabbed his cock with the force of her orgasm, squeezing him like never before. His blood pumped, needing to take her, to make her his.

  Once he was far enough in, he grasped her hips. He gritted his teeth as he ever so slowly sank deep inside her. He gasped, hauling air when his groin met hers without hitting bottom. Then he began a rhythm with his hips. He kept one finger on her clit, another in her ass.

  A white-hot wire shot a blast from the base of his spine, between his balls, and out his cock. She gasped, her second orgasm clenching him like a vise. She raised her hips to meet him thrust for thrust as he roared his possession. Staring at the vision before him, he filled her with everything he was, man and beast. Nothing else existed.

  He finally slowed, head pounding and blood rushing like a mountain river in spring, as the dregs of her orgasm milked him dry. Finally, there was nothing left but satisfaction.

  He leaned over her body, still attached in the most primal way. She slumped, eyes closed, palms resting on those gorgeous breasts. They rose and fell as she panted. The flush of orgasm covered her pale skin, a final reward.

  “We’ll save that spanking for next time,” he said, each word separated by a gulp of air. “That scratch your itch, Doc?”

  Her eyes opened, focusing on where their bodies joined. She traced her way up his chest to his face, and then to his eyes. One corner of her mouth quirked.

  “Not bad. Maybe you’ll get better with practice.”

  A deep chuckle burst out. “Baby girl, we’ll be finding that out tonight.” He pulled out, staggering a bit at the lack of blood above his waist. “Back in a sec.”

  He used the small bathroom, splashing cool water over his face and chest after cleaning himself. He found an institutional white facecloth and soaked it in warm water to tend her. She hadn’t moved, though her breathing was less frantic. He touched her calf, marveling at the sturdy bones and the way her muscles flowed over them. Matt was right. Her legs were so long she could easily wrap them
around him, lock her ankles, and haul him tight against her.

  Next time. And, by God, there was going to be a next time!

  “Open for me,” he demanded.

  She did the opposite, curling into herself. “Why?”

  She stared at his chest. He looked down. A drop of water followed gravity toward his belly. He watched her eyes track it. When it reached his pubic hair she licked her lips. Christ! He was hard again, wanting that tongue to lick and those lips to engulf his cock. Another thing to look forward to.

  He held up the cloth. “So I can wash you.” She didn’t move, testing him. He quirked one eyebrow. “We’re up to ten now. Fifteen ought to turn your ass the color of that scrap of lace I hauled off you.”

  Her eyes dilated. The tip of her pink tongue protruded for a moment, looking so much like her clit that he groaned. Had he finally found a women that could take everything he needed to give, and still want more?

  “You’re bluffing.”

  “Fifteen it is.” He laughed at her expression of both shock and arousal. Before she could escape he dropped the now-cool cloth on the bed, gripped both her knees and spread her wide. “Don’t move.”

  He cleaned her, gently and thoroughly, starting at her thighs and working up. He barely touched her pussy, wanting her to keep his scent on her, his seed in her.

  His seed!

  His heart damn near stopped.

  “You’re on the Pill, right?”

  “What?” Her eyes shot to his. He loved that color of blue, like the bottom of a clean, fresh pool. “Um, yes. Of course. I’m a doctor.”

  He managed to breathe. “That’s right, you are.”

  He’d never, ever had unprotected sex before, but doing it with a doctor should be safe. She’d know how to take care of herself. Hell, she could write her own prescription!

  He gently closed her legs and returned to the bathroom. He opened the cloth to rinse it, then stopped. He saw faint traces of color, like narrow veins of pink quartz, on the white cloth. He hadn’t been rough with her, so why would there be blood?