Warriors,Winners & Wicked Lies: 13 Book Excite Spice Military, Sports & Secret Baby Mega Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

  Staying in control meant watching her own emotions, her own desires—she needed to keep herself prioritized and on track. As much as she wanted him, her goals were more important and at least as exciting. After all, her new resolve was to go for the gold, wasn’t it? He’d push and she’d have to draw lines and that was going require being adaptable, flexible; she’d have to depend on her instincts to tell her how far she could let him go without losing control.

  This would be something new. Naturally she’d flirted to get what she wanted at times, but this went beyond that. She needed to be a cock tease and a little whorish. The idea made her flinch slightly. She’d always disliked girls who acted slutty that way to cajole men; she’d looked down on them. Now she realized what she’d disliked was that they made it work. Well, she could do that too. His crude attempts to shock her were just that—she had to steel herself to those and she’d be fine.

  She drew a long breath and got out of her car. The walk to his front door seemed to take forever and when she got there, the door was open. She walked in and looked around, taking it in with her fresh eyes, getting her bearings in the place where she would change the way she had lived her life.

  Looking around his apartment she saw that he hadn’t done one thing to make the place his own since he’d moved in. Other than his personal belongings, there wasn’t a new plant or picture, not even a bath mat. He lived in it but hadn’t ever moved in. He treated it like a suite in a hotel.

  “Why don’t you get some decorations to cheer this place up?”

  He shrugged. “Cheer me up? I don’t get that kind of boost from frills. When I see something and think it might look nice here, that just reminds me that fairly soon I’ll get new orders. The Army will either return me to active duty and send me to a new station or I’ll be kicked out. Either way, all that junk winds up in a second hand store or the landfill. Why make much effort?”

  She bit her tongue, cut off the temptation to tell him that he’d be here longer than he thought, that the Army already had decided to keep him here while they did the PR tour. “To make it nicer while you are here.”

  He smiled. “There are other ways to make a place nice. After all, happiness isn’t about things, is it?”

  She laughed nervously. “Sure it is. People buy things to make them happy. That’s why there are so many places making a fortune selling the stuff.”

  “Just because people are dumb enough to buy things doesn’t make them good or useful.”

  She cringed, thinking of the designer furniture she’d bought for her apartment, and the expensive wall hangings to compliment them and the truth that the hours she’d spent picking things out brought her no satisfaction. It was just something you did. It was expected. Unable to think of something to say, she sat. “So what makes a place nice in the world according to Captain Trevor Foster?”

  He considered the question for a moment. “The first thing is that your base has to provide a base from which you can operate. It has to satisfy the basic needs.”

  “And what are the basic needs, according to you?”

  “Water, shelter, food, and sex.” He grinned. “Not necessarily in that order.”

  The direction the conversation had taken suited her agenda. Better that he be the one to introduce sex into the equation. “You must have other goals.” She came close to him and looked up at his face. “This place provides most of those things, but what does operating from it give you?”

  He shrugged. “I’ve spent a little time thinking about that. Not enough yet. I can’t answer that question. I’m still working on the basis of waking out to find I’m still alive and wanting to make the most of that.”

  She pressed up against his side. “I have goals. You could work with me to achieve them.” She put a hand on his chest, then let it move slowly down to his crotch. The hard bulge of his cock told her that she was right, that he wanted her. “Working together, I can put you in a situation where the entire country will know you, and you’ll have opportunities other people only dream of. You can take your time in deciding those goals, enjoy the present, and when you have goals, you’ll be able to write your own ticket.

  He put a hand around her waist, and when she didn’t flinch, he caressed her ass, squeezing it through her skirt. “You are an ambitious woman, Tina, and you’re smart, but you get confused about what you really want and your message gets confused. I can see that you want to be the star in your profession and that you think you can use me to get there. You’ve been chewing over how to put me on a lead and decided that you could use sex to do that.” He smiled. “I think you convinced yourself that if you came here and fucked me you’d get my cooperation when the truth is you want me to fuck you no matter what.”

  His words made her pulse race. “I wanted to talk about making you famous. That’s all.”

  “If that was all you wanted, you wouldn’t have put your hand on my cock. I told you I want to fuck you and I know you want it too. You are stalling because you are caught between the desire to be a success and wanting to give yourself to me.”

  “I told you I’m married.” His free hand went to the buttons of her silk blouse. A paralysis made her an immobile spectator watching his fingers undo the top button and then the next, seeing her blouse come open.

  “No need for a bra with these sweet little tits.” She tried to think. He was trying to take control away from her, take command of the situation. She needed to respond to it, counter his… having his hands on her skin dissolved whatever thought was forming; the surprisingly gentle touch of his hand on the bare skin of her breast shut her brain down.

  He held her tight, his lips at her ear. “Here is the thing, Tina. I hope it is crystal clear by this point that if we take this any further I am not going to be your lap dog. You have a choice of leaving right now, unsoiled by me, or staying and letting me use you for my pleasure. There is no middle ground. If you stay here, I will fuck you. And we will do that as long as the the Army keeps me playing this game. Then, when it’s over, I’ll leave you behind. That has nothing to do with your goals, but my pleasure in the here and now, making this place nicer. I’m not going to ask you what choice you want to make. Either take your hand off my cock and slap y face right now, or I intend to fuck you.”

  Tina’s brain was in turmoil. It was all going wrong. She heard her heart pounding. He wanted her but somehow her leverage had backfired. He was saying no to everything and she still wanted him.

  She’d never felt this way before, wanted an animal like this to take her.

  For an eternal moment he simply stared at her face, then his face drew close so that she felt his warm breath; his moist lips pressed against hers. Greedily she opened her thirsty lips and he quenched that thirst with a kiss that consumed her. Then she clung to his hard body, attached herself to him, gasping for breath as he worked her skirt up her hips and boosted her onto the kitchen table.

  It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

  He ignored her thoughts as if he couldn’t hear them, couldn’t read her mind. Her mouth tried to tell him, to beg him to take her to his bed, to not do it like this, but seduce her with the same gentleness he’d undone her blouse and fondled her breast, but nothing came out. His hands tugged her panties down her hips and her bare ass rested on the cold table. Then he leaned over her, his mouth covering hers again. His lips burned on hers and then he trailed kissed down her neck, over her breasts, over her bare belly, making her quiver. He spread her legs apart with his body and she watched as he stood between her legs, looking at her naked pussy and undid his pants methodically, dropping them to his ankles and showing her his cock for the first time. She swallowed hard, already imagining it penetrating her. He came closer, letting it brush her thigh, sending jolts of electricity through her.

  When he raised her legs she found his hard cock in her hand and couldn’t remember reaching for it. He tipped her up and onto her back as he came close. Her hand, her own traitorous hand, guided that swollen monster to
her cunt, brought it between the lips of her pussy and then went to join her other hand in embracing him as he loomed over her, and began forcing his hot shaft inside her. The smile on his face grew barbaric and frightening as his cock filled her. “God that is a tight little cunt.”

  The dirty words inflamed her and she cried out as he drove his hips forward, impaling her ; she locked her legs around him in a greedy embrace as he began fucking her savagely on his kitchen table. As he pounded into her, his thrusts slid them back and forth, and her body told her this was exactly what she’d always dreamed it would be like to have sex with a macho man, to be seriously fucked.

  Yes, exactly like this.

  She looked at his face, seeing the way passion sealed his eyes, kept him from watching her. This was the difference between making love and fucking—she and Trevor interacted through their physical connection, his hard cock buried in her wet cunt. That connection, the feel of him moving in her produced this pleasure that had her writhing with his thrusts on his kitchen table, made her pulse pound loudly in her head, and had her wanting him to fuck her forever.

  She came. As her body took control, allowed her passion to take over every muscle and nerve, she wondered if she’d ever really come before. With a will of its own, her body thrashed and twitched; her nails dug into his arms. Trevor gave a fierce grunt and his mouth came open as the gates opened. Her complete attention was drawn to the hard cock inside her and the warm flood it released.

  The room whirled around her as he released her and sat her up; she leaned against him, limp and trembling in the aftermath. He removed her blouse completely, then undid her skirt and she felt it slip to the floor. She rode in the cradle of his arms into his living room, where he put her on the couch. Daylight streamed in the window, catching her attention. Cars drove by with a soft rumble, passing her blue Audi that sat parked in front. A man and a woman walked a small dog, a terrier of some kind. She was sure of it.

  Trevor sat beside her. He was naked too. He seemed bigger than he had before; he looked more powerful, more desirable. “You’re mine now. I’m going to use you as I please.”

  His words bit into her. It was true. He hand his hands on her thighs, and raised her leg to the back of the couch, tipping her so that her back rested on the arm of the couch and she was open to him, completely exposed. “Yes,” she said, without meaning to, but knowing it was true. She would do what he told her for she understood that was the price of what she wanted more than anything—his touch on her bare skin. She wanted to see his face looking exactly as it did at that moment, as he held her leg and looked at her naked body, at her exposed pussy.

  “Touch yourself,” he told her, as he turned her, putting her on her back, pulling her toward him so that her head rested on the arm of the couch. “Play with your pussy for me.”

  Reaching her hand down, watching his eyes track the movement of her hand, proved intoxicating. She’d never had anyone watch her do that, put her hand on her sex. It seemed to amuse him, because he chuckled. “First time?”

  “Being watched? Yes.”

  He nodded and moved between her legs, putting one behind his back, the other on his lap, her thigh resting on his soft cock. Then he waited. Her tentative touch under his watchful gaze sent a minor shockwave through her. It was different than masturbating alone. He was part of it and that made it seem something more. And it was more. It wasn’t just to get herself off but to arouse him so that he would take her again. But it also made her nervous and even foolish. He wanted her to do it, but it seemed so silly.

  He saw all that. It was in his eyes. She rubbed herself but felt no excitement. Even when he began fondling her breasts, all she could do was stare at his face, feel his expectations.

  Finally he stood up. “That’s okay. You are uptight. I get that.” He went to her purse and brought it to the couch, handed it to her. She looked at him, her expression asking for directions. “Get your phone out. You are going to call and cancel our appointments for the day. When you’ve done that I will slowly begin to explore you. I’m going to touch, taste every inch of your body. That’s going to excite me, and when I get aroused, I will fuck you. Each time in a different way. That is going to be our schedule for today.”

  She took out the phone and her small notebook that had the contact information. Her fingers smelled of sex. “What will I say to them?”

  “Does it really matter? Tell them I’m sick. Tell them you want to spend the day letting me fuck you. I don’t care.”

  She nodded dumbly, feeling swept up in some raging current, hurtling downstream with no sense of where she would wash up.

  She made the calls in a mindless state. Even if she’d been thinking more clearly the surreal situation, making business calls naked with a naked man who had just fucked her watching, listening, would have been disorienting. As it was, when she hung up, she couldn’t even recall what she had said, only that the others were disappointed, understanding, and willing to accept that Trevor wouldn’t be there. Fortunately, these were minor events, just making up numbers. Explaining to her boss why there were no billable hours for the day would be more of a problem, but she still had momentum. She had points to spend.

  Trevor took the phone from her hand—she hadn’t realized she was still holding it. Putting it on the table, he hesitated, then turned it off before turning back to her. “Every inch of you is mine,” he told her. His strong hands moved her, putting her on her hands and knees on the couch, with her arms over the back. He was behind her, trailing kisses down her back, to the base of her spine. When he spread her ass cheeks apart, she started, and then gasped as his tongue touched her anus, wetting it. He was licking her asshole. “No,” she moaned.

  “No one has touched it before, I’ll bet.”

  “No.”

  “Every inch. Exploring every inch of tiny Tina. I will have your asshole Tina.”

  The meaning of his words made her shake. He intended to sodomize her, put his cock, that huge cock, in her ass and fuck it.”

  “No.” She heard the pitiful fear in her own voice and hated it.

  “Oh yes. I’ve wanted to fuck this little ass since the first time I saw you shaking it as you walked to the helicopters. And now you are going to get your ass fucked hard.”

  A part of her wanted to pull away, to get her clothes on and leave, but a stronger part longed to stay, to experience it. Only bad girls let men fuck their ass. It was dirty. Wrong. He plunged a wet finger in her ass and another in her pussy and she swallowed hard. She was tired of being a good girl.

  Trevor warmed her up, adding a second finger in her ass and fucking her with them while his other hand found her clitoris and captured it between a finger and thumb, caressing it in a new way. With each hand stimulating a different part of her, she grew disoriented. And when he moved his hands and came up behind her on the couch, one arm encircling her waist, she knew he was going to deflower her ass.

  He forced a damp finger in her mouth. “Taste that sweet pussy juice. You got so wet for me.” With those words he drove his cock into her cunt, and she moaned. “We can get it nice and slippery.”

  Thrusting into her, he felt so good, she wanted him to continue, but he hadn’t changed his plan. He withdrew, and the damp, hot head of his cock pressed against her anus. She knew her mouth and eyes were open wide as he worked the head into her. Images from a porn movie she and Robert had watched once (only once) came to mind, with the camera providing a closeup of a cock head stretched a woman’s anus. “You are about to take my prick in your ass,” he whispered, his hot breath moist in her ear. He held her around the waist and straddled her ass. His body tensed and she felt a stab of pain. Then he began rocking, working his flesh into her asshole. “Buttfucking is a joy,” he muttered, then she screamed as he plunged deep inside her.

  He lay on her for a moment and her body began to conform to his invasion. Then he wrapped his arms around her and turned her, putting her face down on the couch, her feet at the other end,
and her ass in the air. He straddled her, holding her hips and began to fuck her ass slowly. Gradually the pain subsided and she warmed to the feel of him moving in her rectum, taking his pleasure in her body. Gradually she began to push back, wanting to meet his thrusts, encouraging him, and wanting to feel the wet proof of his pleasure inside her. “Fuck my ass,” she moaned.

  He fucked her harder then, and finally came. She pictured his balls tightening as they had with the stud in the porn movie. She felt his cock twitching inside her, creating a pressure and warmth. Then he softened and slipped from her ass, escaping. With her ass in the air, he slapped it a cheerful blow, and she felt his cum trickle out of her asshole.

  He ran his hands over her legs, and up to her pussy and he pushed his fingers inside her. “That was good. And we have the entire day to dedicate to fucking. Is that luxury or what?”