Fire of Desire [Southern Heat 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Alexa Aaby

  “You’re so hard right now. What do you want me to do?” Hannah asked as he removed her hand from his cock.

  “Exactly what I tell you to do,” he answered. “Get down on that blanket. I want your ass hiked up high in the air.”

  Hannah was a little offended by his tone, but she was so turned on she did exactly as he commanded.

  “You’re so horny, Hannah. When was the last time you had a stiff, hard one cool that fire burning in your hot little twat? I bet it’s been a long time. I’ve run across your kind before.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked, looking back at him.

  “You’re a stuck-up, sexy, cosmopolitan prude. I can tell, and I’m going to fuck you like one.”

  Turning around, kneeling back on her legs, she asked, “Chance, what are you saying to me? What do you—”

  “Don’t make me ask you again. You’re a smart girl, Hannah. Don’t play dumb now. You knew what I had in mind, bringing you all the way out here. You let me eat your pussy until I made you soaking wet, until you came in my face, and I bet it’s still as tight as a drum. I can tell you haven’t had a dick inside of you for some time,” he said with a confident grin.

  Embarrassed by his sudden revelation, Hannah grabbed her blouse, using it to cover her breasts. Feeling the need to defend herself, she said, “Oh, so now you’re going to flip the script on me? Is that it, Chance? You’re so sure of yourself. You’re no different than your buddy Luke.”

  “Oh, I can assure you that we are as different as night and day, but not when it comes to a sweet piece of ass. You just got finished sucking on my cock so hard that I thought I was about to spew like an oil rig. You’re not about to disappoint me now, are you?”

  Hannah wanted to tell him to go to hell, but she knew he was right. She couldn’t resist him even if she tried. And the more he shouted commands at her, the wetter her pussy was getting. She could feel her juices streaming down between her inner thighs. He had exposed her hunger. She was craving his big cock. She wanted it inside of her, so she cast her pride aside and decided to do as he demanded.

  “Do it, Hannah. I want your tight ass in the air now!”

  She turned her back to him, propping herself up on her hands and knees, giving him a bird’s-eye view of her clean-shaven pussy and ass.

  “Now it’s my turn, Hannah. What do you want?” he asked, getting down on his knees.

  She refused to answer him, so he smacked her hard across the ass, stinging her right butt cheek.

  “Ow!” Hannah squealed.

  After kissing and licking the spot, he shouted, “What do you want me to do, Hannah?”

  “I want you to fuck me,” she responded.

  “Say it louder, Hannah.”

  “Fuck me, Chance!”

  “And what do we say?”

  “Please…please fuck me, Chance!”

  “That’s better,” he replied calmly, moving in closer on her, preparing to mount her from the back.

  Grabbing both of her ass cheeks, he spread them wide, revealing more of her pussy. Slowly, he pushed the head of his cock past her wet lips.

  His manhood felt massive to her, but as he penetrated her opening, it began to feel real good. Her body quickly relaxed and welcomed him inside.

  “I want more, Chance. Please, give me more!”

  “Oh, Hannah, you’re so fuckin’ tight, baby. You’re gonna squeeze the cum right outta my dick!” Chance shouted, pushing his meaty shaft deeper into her.

  When he was convinced he couldn’t give her another inch of his nine, he leaned forward and massaged her breasts, fingering her nipples. He was so filled with sexual desire for her that suddenly he began to thrust his dick into her vagina, pumping it with all he had.

  Hannah tried to absorb every one of his moves. She could hear and feel his pelvis smacking against her moist backside. But when he abandoned her tits and started fingering her clitoris vigorously, it made her pussy even wetter. She could tell that he was on the brink of ejaculating.

  Rising up, Chance grabbed a handful of Hannah’s long mane and began pounding his cock into her with so much force she thought she would pass out. And just as she started to orgasm like she had never before, he shot his load inside her. When he pulled his cock from her pussy, it was still spurting cum across her tanned bottom.

  “Yeah, now that’s what I call a fuck for the record books!” he yelled with a final smack to her backside.

  Hannah fell onto the blanket, her bare ass humping air. She couldn’t respond if she had to. It was her first time experiencing multiple orgasms. Chance knew what was happening, and he wasn’t about to interrupt her last seconds of pure, sexual bliss.

  After recovering both physically and mentally, they got dressed and prepared to head back to Sherwood Falls.

  As Hannah drove the car out onto the road, another vehicle could be seen parked on the hill behind them. She failed to notice Chance nodding to the driver of the car who had watched their intimate moments through the lens of his binoculars. It was Luke, and he was determined to top Chance’s initial performance with one of his own. It was going to be a scorcher.

  Chapter Three

  A little over a week had passed since Hannah and Chance had graced the Jefferson’s Mill countryside with their most awe-inspiring sexual performance. When Hannah finally stirred from sleep at 9:00 a.m. on Saturday morning, all things Chance were her first thoughts just as they had been for the past several days. He had called her a number of times, but she made it a point to duck most of his calls. When she did respond, she always seemed a bit uninterested—at least that’s how she tried to play it.

  Truth be told, she was frightened, scared of how he made her feel, how easily she could lose control of herself when she was with him. That cowboy made her beg for his sex. It was something no other man had ever made her do. Her better judgment told her to steer clear of the entire situation, but her body was hooked on his sex, and it still ached for him.

  She had masturbated numerous times since their initial encounter, thinking of how good it was to hear the sweet words he had whispered in her ear, his hands exploring every inch of her body, and his cock buried deep inside of her. She had managed to avoid him so far, but with the photo session set for the following Friday morning, she knew it was only a matter of time before she would have to face him, to face her undeniable desire.

  Attempting to free her mind of those thoughts, she went for a run through the neighborhood park and bike trail. Stopping a few times along the jogging path, she captured pictures of a few squirrels playfully chasing each other through the grass and jumping from one tree branch to another, a family of deer on a morning walk, and a hawk in flight high above her head, sailing effortlessly across the partly cloudy sky.

  She returned to her apartment building around twelve thirty that afternoon. As soon as she entered the main door, she ran into Mrs. Jansen in the hall, retrieving a few letters from her mailbox.

  “Good afternoon, Hannah. Mr. Jones, our wonderful mail carrier, just left. I’ve been waiting for my favorite magazine to arrive. He is such a dear and was nice enough to knock at my door to personally deliver it. He knows how I simply detest any folds in the pages.”

  “I can imagine that to be somewhat bothersome,” Hannah replied.

  “Do you know once I found my March issue already opened? The scoundrel who violated my magazine even scratched across the fragrance tabs. Ooh, that made my blood boil,” her neighbor described, slightly shaking her head with a strong look of disapproval.

  “Who would do such a thing?” Hannah questioned.

  “I don’t know, but if I ever find out, I’m going to give them a piece of my mind, you can be sure of that… Oh, and while you were out, jogging, I suppose, that young man called on you.”

  “Who are you referring to? What man?” Hannah asked, feeling her heart start to flutter. “You mean Chance?”

  “No, it wasn’t him,” her neighbor replied, appearing to be in deep thought,
tapping a finger to her chin. “It was that other handsome gentleman who was here to rescue us last week. You know who I’m talking about. I believe they’re friends, the one with the dark hair and those incredibly dreamy eyes,” she said with a smile.

  “Are you talking about Luke—I mean Lucas?” Hannah asked.

  “Yes, that’s his name. That’s the young man I’m thinking of. I believe he attached a note to your door.”

  “Mrs. Jansen, you’re on the second floor. How would you know that he left a note for me?” Hannah questioned.

  “He told me so is all. I just happened to be coming out of the laundry room when he came to the door. I recognized him from last week. I told him I thought you were out, but he insisted on checking just the same. Anyway, he seemed to really want to speak with you,” her neighbor said, displaying a subtle smirk.

  Not wanting her neighbor to see the perplexity of her reaction, Hannah decided to make a fast exit. “Well, I guess I should get upstairs and shower. Thanks, Mrs. Jansen.”

  “It was my pleasure, sugar. And may I say I haven’t seen so many handsome men showing up around here in a long time. Whew!”

  Hannah couldn’t help but smile. “Have a good day, Mrs. Jansen.”

  “And you do the same. I’ll speak with you later, Hannah.”

  When she arrived at her apartment, she saw the note attached to the front door.

  Where did he get the tape? Hannah thought to herself, knowing very well that her nosey neighbor had provided Luke with it. “Lucas Shelby, you could charm the pants off of a snake,” she said softly, removing the note from the door.

  After she showered, Hannah returned to her dining room where she had left the note unopened atop the polished-wood dining room table. She sat down and slowly opened the letter.

  Hannah, I need to speak with you privately as soon as possible. It’s about Chance. He mustn’t know that I’ve contacted you. Will you please call me? Sincerely, your friend, Luke.

  Studying the note carefully, Hannah began to feel a bit nervous. What could Luke possibly want? She wondered if Chance had told him about the sex fest they indulged in the week before.

  At first glance, Chance had seemed to be the consummate Southern gentleman, but when it came to having sex with her, he was so in control, so domineering. He had shouted orders at her and forced her to beg for his cock. Still, she couldn’t forget how he had made her feel. His sex was sooo good, and no matter how she tried to forget what had happened, she couldn’t get the images of what they had done last week out of her mind. In fact, no matter how she tried to avoid her feelings, how she tried to avoid him, she wanted more, much more.

  Luke’s note was so mysterious, but it sounded urgent and quite sincere. Other than his mentioning of Chance, it told her exactly nothing. After thinking about it, mulling the idea of calling him over in her mind again and again, finally, she decided to reach out to him. So later that same evening, after watching Mr. and Mrs. Jansen drive off en route to their usual Saturday evening night out at the local retirement lodge, she picked up the phone and contacted Luke.

  “Hello.”

  “Luke, it’s Hannah Larkin,” she said. Her voice was full of apprehension.

  “Oh, hey, Hannah,” he responded, instantly sounding relieved. “I take it you got my letter.”

  “Yes, I did, so what’s this all about?” she questioned in a subtly suspicious tone.

  “I didn’t want to alarm you, but as I mentioned in the letter, it’s concerning Chance.”

  She was beginning to feel a little uneasy. “I get that, though your meaning was vague. What did you want to tell me about Chance?”

  “This may sound a bit sophomoric, Hannah, but he’s my best buddy, and if that big ole cowboy can’t say it, then I will. He told me he cares for you. He likes you a lot, Hannah.”

  “Really?” she asked skeptically, tapping her hand on her leg impatiently.

  “He does, I swear. It’s just that he’s proud and so damned stubborn, he doesn’t want to risk being hurt…again.”

  All of a sudden, her tone began to soften. “What are trying to tell me, Luke? What do you mean? Who hurt him?”

  “I wanted to explain all this to you face-to-face. It’s why I stopped by your place today. I ran into that sweet Mrs. Jansen. She told me that you probably weren’t at home.”

  For a second, Hannah felt annoyed. “Of course she did.”

  “I wanted to leave the letter to give you a head’s up in case he contacted you before you could call me. Hannah, listen, I’ve known Chance Yarborough for a long time. I don’t want to see him get hurt. Can you meet me tonight down at Mulligan’s on Main Street? It feels strange talking about this over the phone.”

  Hearing the concern in his voice, concern over his best friend’s well-being, Hannah offered him an alternative. “Luke, I was planning on staying in tonight…”

  “Ah, come on,” he said, sounding disappointed. “Don’t make me start calling you hard-hearted Hannah.”

  Running her hand through her damp hair, she said, “I was about to say that I wouldn’t mind if you stopped by tonight instead. Anyway, it doesn’t sound like a subject I’m comfortable discussing in public,” she explained.

  “Thank you, Hannah. I really appreciate this. You won’t regret it. I’m free right now. I can be there in an hour.”

  “It sounds good to me. I’ll see you soon,” she replied.

  Luke was a man of his word. At 9:15 p.m., Hannah heard a knock upon her door. Looking out of the peep hole, she saw him standing outside wearing a big smile, holding a brown paper bag.

  Opening the door, she said, “Hey, Luke, come on in.”

  He stepped inside and handed her the bag. Eyeing the black stretch leggings and white long-sleeve boyfriend tee, he said, “I hope you don’t mind. I stopped at the store and picked up a twelve pack. I didn’t know if you would have any brew. You strike me as a fine wine kind of a gal.”

  “You are correct in that assumption, but I’ve been known to throw back a few cans of suds now and then,” she replied, half laughing.

  “Are you serious? Hmm, there may be more to you than meets the eye,” he conceded.

  With a sweep of her hand, Hannah said, “Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

  Returning to the living room with a mug of beer for him and a glass of white wine for herself, she sat at the opposite end of the sofa ready to listen intently to what he had to say.

  Luke stared at her for several seconds, paying close attention to her casual outfit, soft bare feet, and polished red toenails. “You look nice in that, Hannah. It makes you look young.”

  “Hey, I’m only twenty-four,” she replied.

  “I’m only kidding,” he admitted with a smile. “I guess that makes Chance and me a couple of dirty old men. We’re both twenty-nine.”

  “That’s not such a big difference in our ages. I prefer older men,” she said.

  “That’s good to know. Anyway, it’s a great look for you,” he replied with a smile.

  After taking a sip from her glass, she toyed with the long ponytail hanging down across her right shoulder. “Flattery will get you nowhere, sir. Tell me about Chance.”

  He suddenly became solemn. “Chance is like a brother to me. We’ve known each other for about five years now, ever since he started working at the station.”

  “I like the way you guys have each other’s backs. Your job is so dangerous. What you guys do for a living doesn’t leave a lot of room for second-guessing,” Hannah added.

  “You’ve got that right. I couldn’t have said it better myself. You know, Hannah, I could tell that there was something real special about you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I guess Chance could see it, too.”

  “Is that a trait all you Southern boys possess?” she asked.

  Luke faked a look of surprise. “Why, Hannah, what do you mean?”

  “I’ll tell you what, I’m going to get you a couple of beers. When
I come back, I want you to tell me about Chance’s old flame, the one that hurt him.”

  Luke watched Hannah walk toward the kitchen. He liked the way her hips swayed from side to side with her long, shiny hair swinging from one shoulder to the other in an opposite motion, almost touching the back of her round, firm ass as she moved across the floor. Feeling a tightening inside of his black denim jeans, he quickly lifted his charcoal-gray T-shirt, slid his hand into his pants, and repositioned his cock, giving it more room to expand against his left thigh.

  When Hannah returned, he wasted no time in getting started. “I’m not one to talk behind my buddy’s back, but I think you’re the best thing to happen to Chance in a long time. You’re real good for him, Hannah, I can tell.”

  “Luke, I just met Chance. I don’t think we’re at the exclusivity stage at this point.”

  “Uh huh,” he uttered, displaying a look of doubt concerning her statement. “But you do want to know about Chance’s past?”

  “I won’t deny that I care for him, and I pride myself on being able to keep secrets. That being said, I don’t feel right about snooping on him. That’s a job better befitting my neighbor, Mrs. Jansen.”

  “Uh huh,” Luke repeated as he poured another beer into his mug.

  “Lucas Shelby, are you playing with me?” she asked.

  Staring at her with a serious look in his eyes, he replied, “Not yet.” Suddenly, he smiled at her in an almost irresistible way. “Are you sure you want to know?”

  Hannah emptied her glass. “I don’t know why you guys think I’m such a delicate flower. I’m a grown woman. I’m a big girl. Lay it on me,” she said.

  “The things you say… You’re a strong woman, I can tell. I knew it from the moment we first met. Chance has always been drawn to women like you, feisty but pretty as hell, strong-willed, opinionated, and so very independent.”

  “Gee, thanks, I guess,” Hannah said, tightening her lips.

  “Don’t take offense. We’re country boys bred and fed. It’s something we share in common. If you ask me, I’d say it’s due to our upbringing.”