by Roni Loren
She peered over her shoulder at him, taken off guard by the shift in his voice and the suggestion. She cupped the mouthpiece. “What is this, Pike?”
His fingers stroked along her hips. “I’ve missed touching you. It’s hurt to be in the same room, knowing I couldn’t have you. I can help you sleep.”
She inhaled the words, an eddy of confused emotions swirling in her. “This isn’t sleep.”
He let his hands skate up her belly. “Then tell me to stop.”
She turned her head, putting a hand to brace herself on the wall, her knees going weak from the rush of need his touch was inciting. She should tell him to quit. This was a bad idea on so many levels. They hadn’t figured out anything between them. They couldn’t just act on the lust that always seemed to simmer between them. Everything was so much more complicated than that now. Plus, she was on a work call.
But when he slid his hands upward and cradled her breasts in his big, warm palms, all that came out of her was a moan. And something that had been so tightly wound loosened just a little bit.
Darren made a pleased sound on his end. “What am I doing to you that’s making you make that sound?”
Pike pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingertips, sending pure, illicit sensations straight downward. She tipped her head back with another grunt. The combination of the stranger on the phone and Pike here for real was doing a number on her head. How was she supposed to talk to one guy while another made her feel good? “You’re grabbing my breasts, pinching me.”
Pike coughed.
Shit.
Darren was quiet for a moment. “Is someone else there with you?”
Crap. Crap. Crap. “I—”
Pike cupped her between her legs and drew his fingers along her clit through the soft cotton of her sleep shorts and panties. She gasped.
“No, I can tell by your voice. You sound … different.” Sheets rustled on the other end. “Fuck, you have your boyfriend there with you or something, don’t you?”
“No, it’s—”
“That. Is. So. Hot,” Darren said, a new interest in his voice. “What’s he doing to you?”
She clamped her hand over the speaker. “He knows you’re here.”
Pike stilled. “Shit. Did I get you in trouble?”
“He thinks it’s hot.”
Pike considered that for a moment then a game-on smile slowly curved his lips. He kissed the shell of her ear. “Mmm, excellent. Then let’s give him a show, shall we?”
“Pike,” she whispered. But Darren was requesting her attention. She cleared her throat. “Yes, Darren. Sorry, my … boyfriend showed up unexpectedly. I can tell him to leave.”
Pike moved to stand in front of her, lifting a pierced brow at the boyfriend word. But there was pure wickedness in his eyes. He leaned back against the wall, looking damn edible with his messy hair and black T-shirt, and slowly let himself slide down to the floor.
“It’s okay. Let him stay,” Darren said, excitement in his voice. “It will be like a threesome. This will be so much hotter ’cause I know it’s real. Just tell me what he’s doing to you.”
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “He just slid down to the floor in front of me.”
She couldn’t believe the truth had fallen out of her mouth. Was it fucked up that this was turning her on? It wasn’t Darren. He was as generic as any of her other callers, but having anyone on the phone at all listening to her fool around with Pike had this element to it that was making her blood heat. Plus, the fact that Pike was so wholly unthreatened by her night job, that he had no problem making a move on her while she was working, did something to her. The only other guy who’d found out about her second job had left her mid-date in a restaurant, not even bothering to pay the bill. And she assumed most guys would react similarly. But not Pike. He just saw it as another adventure to be had.
Pike’s fingers hooked the waistband of her boxers and panties and tugged down. “Tell him I’m about to lick your cunt until you’re coming so hard, you won’t be able to stay standing.”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Darren said in her ear, voicing her own thoughts.
“He heard you,” she said to Pike, her voice going raspy as Pike stroked over her slick flesh.
“Come closer.” Pike dragged her forward to where he leaned against the wall. “You don’t come until I say so. And he doesn’t get to come until then either.”
She shuddered at the command and wet her lips. “He said you can’t come until I do.”
Darren made a choked sound of assent, and she could hear his fist pumping in the background. Slippery, rude sounds filling her ear right as Pike grabbed her ass and dragged his tongue along her cleft.
Her entire body seemed to weaken in an instant. She braced both her hands on the wall and groaned.
“He gives orders. Does he dominate you?” Darren asked, breathless.
She swallowed hard. “Yes. He’s a dom.”
Pike looked up at that, something possessive flashing in his eyes.
“And you do what he says?”
“Yes,” she said, the word getting caught in her throat.
“Shit, that’s hot. What’s he doing to you?” Darren asked, a desperate edge in his voice.
Oakley tried to steady herself and she looked down at Pike, taking in the erotic show he was giving her. His gaze held hers as he circled his tongue around her clit, evilly slow, and then he nipped at her tender flesh with his teeth. The bite of pain sent her to a different place. Her mind blurred for a second. And though someone was listening on the phone, in that moment, it was just them—her and Pike channeling this crazy energy that seemed to flare anytime they were near each other. So when she spoke, it was for Pike and no one else. “He’s making me feel so good. His tongue is hot against me and every time he licks, my pussy clenches and my clit throbs. And he’s not afraid to bite. The man knows what to do with his mouth.”
Pike held her gaze and slid two fingers inside her. Her body clamped down around the invasion and his callused fingertips brushed tender, needy places, bringing her right to the edge already. She bit her lip hard, trying to reel herself in.
“Talk to me, mama,” Pike said softly, his fingers moving inside her. “Tell me what I do to you.”
She eased one of her hands off the wall and reached for Pike, letting her hand slide into his hair. “He’s got two fingers inside me, rubbing just like I like it—kind of rough but never too much. He knows exactly how to keep me riding the edge, how to torture me with the wait. And the way he looks at me … like he’s going to do everything in his power to fuck me senseless, like he owns every piece of me. I could get off just from that.”
Darren groaned in her ear. But she barely heard him now. Pike’s hazel eyes had gone dark and held her in his spell as his fingers and mouth worked her over. Her thigh muscles started to quiver from the sensation of it all. She gripped Pike’s hair tight and kept her other hand braced on the wall, afraid she would collapse any minute.
“Tell me how bad you need his cock,” Darren said, panting.
The request jolted her for a second, but she was too far-gone at this point. All of her filters had broken down the minute Pike had gone down on her. So words rolled freely out of her mouth. “I need it so bad. He’s long and thick and when he’s inside me, I can barely breathe because it feels so good.”
Pike was the one to groan this time. And the sound vibrated against her flesh, nearly sending her over. Pike reached down and undid his pants. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she heard the belt and zipper, and could imagine him taking his erection out, stroking a hand over it—which only made her body throb more, her own need coiling to the breaking point.
“Come for me, mama,” Pike said, keeping his voice low and intimate as he dipped his fingers deep inside her, mimicking the slow, tortuous pace he’d fucked her with once before. “Let’s give him the real thing.”
Pike’s mouth returned to his sensual assault, an
d his fingers curled inside her, stroking, stroking, stroking. Sweat beaded on her neck, and her hand became a fist against the wall. Her hips rocked now, riding Pike’s tongue and fingers—wanton and shameless—but she couldn’t have stopped the movement if she tried. Sharp breaths caught in her throat.
“Goddamn,” Darren said. “You’re fucking his face, aren’t you? I can hear it all. Shit, I’m gonna—”
Somewhere in the distance, Oakley heard Darren gasping through his orgasm. But she couldn’t respond or focus on anything but the man here with her and the sensations rocketing through her. She made some desperate, choked sound, sure she was going to collapse to the floor with the impact of what she could feel spinning inside her. But Pike clamped a hand on her hip, steadying her, and everything exploded at once. She came with a shout, her body rocking and jerking against Pike’s mouth.
A deep sound of satisfaction rumbled through Pike, and the vibration of it traveled up Oakley’s belly. Her hand went to his shoulders to keep from falling as she called his name and rode the waves of pleasure.
Pike didn’t back off until she was gulping breaths and wobbling on her feet. Arms wound around her and she sagged to her knees in front of him. He brushed his hands over her hair, murmuring soothing things and curled her into his hold.
“Jesus Christ that was hot.”
The voice on the phone startled her in her buzzed state and she could only respond with “Mmm.”
Pike took the headset from her and put it on his own head. She tried to protest but wasn’t in the state to put up much of a fight.
“Sasha’s off for the night now,” Pike informed Darren.
Oakley couldn’t hear Darren’s response, but whatever he’d said made Pike smile down at her.
Pike pushed her hair away from her face. “She’s sexier and more beautiful than I could ever describe on the phone. Words aren’t enough. She’s the kind of girl that makes you want to write music.”
Oakley closed her eyes, letting Pike’s words fall over her. For the first time in a week, she wasn’t worrying about anything at all. The shifting soil beneath her feet had stilled … at least for a moment.
If only she could hold on to this feeling forever.
She knew that wasn’t possible.
But a few hours of escape couldn’t hurt. She leaned over to the mouthpiece. “Good night, Darren.”
Then she clicked the Hang-up button and tossed the headset to the side. She wrapped her arms around Pike’s neck. “I’m all yours now.”
Pike’s ravenous look stole her breath. He wasn’t looking at her like she could be pregnant. Or like she was his lay for the night. He was looking at her like he wanted to own her. “On the bed, Oakley. On your belly.”
Oakley’s muscles were lethargic, responding slower than she wanted them to. But with Pike’s help, she managed to get to her feet and walk over to the bed.
“Where’s the box I sent you?”
She turned her head. “Back corner of the closet on the right.”
She closed her eyes, listening to the rummaging, and not letting her mind drift to anywhere but here. She could worry about how this was a bad idea tomorrow.
The bed dipped as Pike crawled next to her. He told her to kneel up and he tugged off her shirt then he captured one of her arms. “Hands above your head.”
She complied and didn’t fight as he cuffed her arms to the headboard. The scent of new leather filled her nose as she settled back down on the bed, her knees tucked beneath her.
“You called me a dom on the phone,” he said quietly.
“You are when you want to be.”
“You want that side of me right now, Oakley?”
“Only if you want to give it.”
He hissed out a breath. “You don’t even realize how submissive you sound and what that’s doing to me. You’re fucking beautiful.” His hand cupped the back of her neck. “Tell me your safe word.”
“Oklahoma.”
His grip on her neck eased her head all the way down to the bed until her ass was in the air and her cheek pressed to the cool sheets. “Tell me what you need tonight, baby.”
“To not think.”
“You sure Rae isn’t going to come down here?”
“She’s sound asleep. If she needs me, she’ll ask for me on the monitor. And she can’t hear anything from her room. I’ve checked because of the phone calls.”
Pike glided a hand down her back and then he went to the box. She couldn’t see what he grabbed, but she found out soon enough. He touched her back entrance and stroked. “I’m going to take you here tonight.”
She groaned, unsure if it was from fear or anticipation.
“You lit up last time, baby. I can’t ignore such a sexy reaction.” Cool liquid moved over her opening. “But let’s start with the plug.”
Pike lubricated her thoroughly, dipping a finger in and then replaced it with the plug. Her eyes wanted to roll back in her head. The feeling was so goddamned decadent. Pleasurable in a way she never would’ve suspected before he’d touched her there the last time. He turned on the vibration and she pressed her forehead into the bed. “This thing’s going to kill me.”
He chuckled and then she heard the clink of metal. She peered over at him as he pulled his belt out of the loops of his jeans. He folded the black leather in his hand and tucked the buckle into his fist. “No, but this might.”
A hard shudder moved through her. “You said you weren’t a sadist.”
He took the belt and drew the loop of leather over her backside in a slow, gentle stroke. “I’m not. But I’m addicted to hearing those noises you make when I get rough with you, so I’m beginning to see the appeal in meting out a little pain. Knowing you like it gets me hard.”
He stalked around the bottom of the bed, and she turned her head to follow his progress. But before he appeared on the other side, she heard the slice of the leather through the air. The belt hit her with a burning-white sting. She arched against the sheets and clenched her teeth together, buffering the volume of the cry that escaped.
A few seconds passed as she panted through the pain.
“You good, mama?” Pike asked after she caught her breath, his voice deep and gritty as his fingertips traced over the mark he’d surely left on her skin.
It took her a moment to respond because she wasn’t sure of the answer. The pain had been sharp and sudden, but now the burn was spreading over her skin, making everything pulse with heat, making the vibrator feel even more intense. “I’m good.”
“You’re perfect.” He swung again, hitting high on her thigh and then followed up with a stinging blow across the middle of her ass—each stroke harder than the first. The pain was breath-stealing, and her mind blanked for a moment. She pressed her face into the mattress, restless, hungry. She wasn’t sure for what.
He paused for a few seconds, not making a sound and not touching her.
Anticipation for the next strike filled her, like the feeling before the drop on a roller coaster. Tense thrill. “Pike, please.”
“Please what?”
“More.”
The word surprised her. She didn’t understand it. But the rougher he got, the more she could feel the mantle of stress she carried dripping off her like melting snow, the tension breaking down and morphing into something entirely different, singular. Want. Need. Pike. Everything else became white noise.
He hit her again, three more times, no break, enough force to make a cracking sound in the air. Her brain buzzed, thoughts popping out of existence like soap bubbles. She shifted, writhing and rolling a little to her side. Pike’s hand went to her hip. “Easy, baby. We can only do this if you stay on your knees. I don’t want to risk …”
Her mind was fuzzy, his words not registering. “What?”
His hand slid to her belly, the weight of his palm heavy there. “We have to be careful. Just in case.”
She lifted her head at that, some of the fog in her brain clearing, and looked at him
. Gentle concern filled his face, and his hand stroked her stomach, something unreadable in his eyes.
For some ridiculous reason, she wanted to cry.
But as soon as the look was there on his face, it was gone, replaced by the hard-edged expression she’d started to recognize as his dominant face. “Get your knees back under you. You’re still thinking too much.”
Thankful that he was putting the focus back on the physical, she followed his instruction and braced herself for the next blow. He delivered in full, lightening the strength of the hits but increasing the pace until all the worries and thoughts began to empty again. She needed this, craved the oblivion of it all. Somehow Pike had known exactly what she needed most.
The seconds stretched into minutes and finally she lost all track of time and the number of strokes she’d taken. Pike dropped the belt, gripped her hair, and finished her off with a few open-handed slaps over her pussy and the base of the plug. Her skin was tingling and the burn was absolute, but it was a heady, dizzying rush. Every erogenous zone in her body ached and throbbed. She wanted to rub her thighs together, get some stimulation to her clit. She was dying.
Pike leaned down and drew her earlobe between his teeth, biting. “Still with me, gorgeous?”
Breath was wheezing out of her. “Yes. Need you.”
“You fucking got me, babe. You’ve had me since the day I met you.”
He kissed her neck, her spine, and his hands coasted over her burning skin, soothing it. The combination of the tenderness mixed in with the previous violence had her mind scrambling. The man was such a paradox sometimes.
He leaned over and unlatched her hands from the cuffs and grabbed her bullet vibrator from her drawer. He tucked it into her hand. “Use this. It will make it easier for you.”
Her fingers curled around it, and she shifted so she could tuck her hand underneath her body. The first buzz of it against her neglected clit almost sent her over the edge. She jolted.
Pike’s laugh was low and dark. “Easy there. You’re keyed up. Don’t you dare come before I tell you.”