by Zara Chase
“How long have you been doing that?” Troy asked.
She shrugged. “Long enough.”
“You always sleep with a gun under your pillow?”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“Go back to bed, guys,” Troy said. “I’ve got this.”
“We’re good.” Adam folded his arms across his chest. Beck was the talker, but Adam enjoyed the sight of a half-dressed, beautiful woman as much as the rest of them.
“Go!”
Beck picked up Porcha’s gun, slipped the safety catch on, and the two of them backed out of the room, taking the weapon with them. They could be heard bitching and complaining about Troy getting all the best jobs as they made their way back to their rooms.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you back to bed.”
“I can’t sleep.” She sat on the edge of the bed and shook her head, sending tangled hair cascading all over the place. “Every time I close my eyes I think I hear something.” She levelled a tormented gaze on his face. “I could have shot you!”
“Not a chance.”
“But I could have. I know how.”
Yeah, Troy knew she did—now. “Come on.” He pulled the coverlet back. “You need your rest.”
“Stay with me.”
“What!”
“I can’t sleep. Not on my own. I get these terrible images inside my head and—”
“Darling, don’t think I don’t appreciate the invitation, but I really don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Why not?”
Troy rolled his eyes. No one could possibly be that dense, especially when they looked the way she did. “If I get into bed with you, we won’t be doing any sleeping, and that’s a guarantee.”
She offered him a full-on smile. “What makes you think it’s sleep I had in mind?”
“Porcha, I—” Troy stood in the middle of the room, shaking his head, feeling downright awkward. “You’re married. You’re scared. You want to do this for all the wrong reasons.”
Her gazed travelled the length of his body, making no effort to disguise that she liked what she saw. She hadn’t slept for more than an hour, but she was different now from the petrified shell of a woman who’d reluctantly let them into the apartment. There was obviously a hell of a lot more to her than met the eye. He kept thinking about the gun she’d had under the pillow and the professional way in which she sprang into action when she thought she was in danger. Even so, she was married.
To a drugs baron.
“He’s dead,” she said, as though reading his mind.
A thousand questions tumbled through Troy’s head, but the expression in her eyes made them all disappear into the ether. It wasn’t in Troy’s nature to talk his way out of a beautiful woman’s bed. She was a client, but that hadn’t stopped him in the past, and it didn’t look as though it would now. Call it part of the service, he told himself, coming to the only decision that had been a serious option since she’d made her request.
“Come here,” he said softly.
He hadn’t meant it to be a command, but she obviously took it as one and approached him with downcast eyes. He placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head gently upward.
“You don’t have to submit to me.”
She gasped. “How did you know?”
“Babe, all three of us knew the moment we walked into this place.”
“But how?”
“Shush.” He placed a finger against her lips. “Later.”
“Don’t you want to know about Sal? About what—”
“Tomorrow. You can tell us all together tomorrow after you’ve rested. It can wait until then.” Or so he hoped. He pulled his tank top over his head and stood in front of her, allowing her eyes to devour his naked torso, almost smiling when she moistened her lower lip with her tongue. “Now, where were we?”
* * * *
Porcha fell into Troy’s arms, desperate for them to close about her. She needed to feel protected by him, to lean on his strength and place her welfare in someone else’s hands, however temporarily. She froze when she remembered that she’d almost shot him, petrified she’d try something else, even without a gun, if the dream gripped her again. She was trained in martial arts and could take down any one of them if they weren’t expecting it. Men usually weren’t because their minds were elsewhere as soon as they looked at her—a circumstance that she’d learned to use to her advantage. They saw long legs, big tits, and bigger green eyes and reckoned the package added up to a brainless bimbo. The fact that a woman could use those legs and her bare feet as lethal weapons passed most men by.
How could she tell this hard man that she needed to put the horror of the past fortnight behind her by losing herself in the erotic fantasy that had gripped her ever since her three saviours walked through her door? She couldn’t, not without sounding like a complete slut, so she’d use actions instead. She needed to feel alive, in control. Hell, she needed to get laid!
She lifted her head and blew softly on his lips. Troy’s reaction was volcanic. With a sharp inhalation, he dipped his head and claimed her lips in a firm kiss that told her all she needed to know about him. This guy kissed like he’d done it a lot of times before, and she wasn’t complaining about his technique. His mouth was warm and mobile as his lips softened to play against hers, taunting her because he obviously liked to be in charge. She retaliated by sweeping his lips with seductive strokes of her tongue, making him groan. He immediately wrenched back control by forcing her lips apart and foraging her mouth with harsh thrusts that parodied the sex act.
God, but he was good at this!
Heat flooded her body, and her pussy leaked like a drain. The air-conditioning was turned up high, combatting the heat of the Florida night. Porcha could feel her nipples harden as they rasped against the hairs on Troy’s chest through the thin silk of her top. She deliberately rubbed against him, enjoying the sensation, wishing he wouldn’t treat her so gently. He knew she was a sub, which could only make him—make all three of them—doms. She wanted to kneel at his feet and take whatever punishments he deemed appropriate given her forwardness but knew that’s not how it would be.
Not tonight, at any rate.
Porcha couldn’t remember the last time she’d had vanilla sex, when she’d been allowed to climax when she felt like it, where she didn’t have to be humiliated for hours beforehand, when she’d been fucked without a nonparticipatory audience. She wasn’t sure if she even remembered how it went, but judging by the size of the erection she could feel pressing into her stomach, she’d chosen the right guy to jog her memory.
“Hey, where’s the fire?” he asked, breaking the kiss and smiling at her. “Take it easy, babe. There’s no rush.”
Porcha felt her face suffuse with colour. She’d gotten carried away, pushing herself against him in her urgent need to find release. What the hell? She’d started out playing the part of the slut. She might as well go the whole hog.
“Yeah, there is.”
Troy chuckled. “In that case, you’re overdressed.”
He pulled her top over her head and stood back to look at her.
“Wow!” A slow, sexy smile spread across his face. “You’re something else. Those tits.” He shook his head, his expression openly admiring. “Touch them for me, babe. Pinch those hard nipples and let me watch you getting off on it.”
Too well trained to even think about declining—not that she wanted to decline—Porcha filled her hands with her breasts and did as he asked.
“Close your eyes,” he said. “Throw that beautiful head back and let yourself go. Tell me how it feels.”
“I feel sexy as hell because you’re watching me and I think you like what you see.”
“That’s kinda the point. Slide one hand inside your shorts, darlin’, and touch your pussy. Is it wet?”
“Soaking.” She groaned. “I want you inside me, Troy.”
“You’ll get me, babe. Count on it.”
; “Can I open my eyes, master? I want to see you watching me.”
“I’m not your master. Not yet.” She could hear censure in his tone and wondered if she’d angered him. “Open your eyes, by all means, and see what I’ve got for you.”
She did so and gasped. Troy had shed his pants and was fisting an erection so large, so thick, that it made her salivate. She could see thick, raised veins running its length and a drop of pre-cum oozing from its massive head. She offered him a slow, sultry smile of appreciation.
“Oh!”
“Yeah, oh. That’s what you do to me. Just looking at you makes me rock hard. I’ve been suffering ever since I set foot in this apartment, and it’s all your fault.”
“Then punish me.”
“No!” He shook his head, like he didn’t want to go with his natural instincts. “Take your pants off.”
She stepped out of them and stood in front of him, hands demurely clasped behind her back, legs slightly apart to display her waxed pussy. His gazed raked her body slowly from head to foot, and he let out a soft whistle of appreciation.
“Turn round. Let me see the rear view.”
Her butt, it seemed, met with his approval as well. One large hand came down to rest on it, and he slapped her so gently that she barely felt it. What she did feel was his massive cock as he ran it up and down the crack in her ass, taunting her. Is that how he wanted to fuck her? She didn’t care. Whatever worked for him. She’d do whatever he asked of her. He spun her round until she was facing him again and finally touched one of her breasts. Her skin burned where his fingers made contact with it, and she instinctively pushed herself into his hand.
“Harder. I like it hard.”
“Hmm, I’ll just bet you do.”
He dropped his head and suckled one of her nipples, pulling the rock-hard pebble through his teeth, rasping with his tongue, moulding with his big hands.
“Your tits are too big for my hands,” he said, shaking his head in what she hoped was feigned irritation. Since when did men gripe about them being too big?
“I’m sorry.”
“Hey, did I say I was complaining?”
“No, but—”
“Shush.”
He pushed her onto the bed and followed her down, half covering her body with his much-larger one.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She opened them immediately, writhing against the crisp cotton sheets as his fingers worked their way into her slick pussy, delving deep as his thumb rubbed against her clit.
“You are ready for it, aren’t you?”
She bucked against his hand. “If it’s okay with you.”
His chuckle was full of masculine pride. “Oh, I think I could put myself out, just this once.”
Porcha wrapped her arms round his neck, attempting to pull his body over hers. It was rock solid and didn’t budge an inch.
“You keep telling me I need to sleep, but that ain’t gonna happen until you fuck me.”
“I got that part.”
Troy levered himself over her, his erection pulsating against her stomach as he parted her slick folds and once again invaded her vagina with all the fingers of one hand.
“Like that?”
“It’s not what I want. I’m in pain here, Troy. Please, I’ll take any punishment you deem appropriate, but just fuck me first. Get rid of the pain that’s churning in my gut. Make me come for you.”
Troy appeared moved by her words and dropped his head to kiss her, breaking the kiss again almost immediately.
“Shit, no condoms!”
“It’s okay.”
“You sure?” Troy shook his head. “I don’t wanna—”
“It’s more than okay. If you dare to leave this bed now, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
“Yeah, but—”
“I think it only fair to warn you that I’m more woman than you could handle when I’m aroused.”
Troy chuckled. “Well, in that case.”
He resumed their interrupted kiss, at the same time guiding the head of his cock into her throbbing pussy. She lifted her hips to help the process along and then wrapped her legs round his waist. He sank all the way home with one long thrust, filling her completely, stretching the walls of her vagina in a way she’d forgotten was possible.
“Okay?”
“Hmm, is that the best you’ve got?”
He reached behind her raised ass and slapped it. “Want more, do you?”
“I want everything you can give me,” she said, panting with desire. “I want it hard, and I want it now.”
“Demanding little baggage, aren’t you?”
He increased the pace of his thrusting, groaning as he worked his way deeper and then deeper still. It seemed she’d never been penetrated so far before, but it still wasn’t enough for her. Seeming to realize it, Troy grabbed a couple of pillows and shoved them under her ass.
“Get those gorgeous legs round my neck, babe, and I’ll show you what fucking’s really all about.”
As soon as she was in position, he really went to work on her, lunging so deep that she could feel the reaction all the way to her tailbone. Porcha felt the tension of being a fugitive drain out of her as this hunky stranger fucked her like he never intended to stop. The moment his fingers slid between them and touched her clit, she felt a climax building deep in her core. About to ask permission to let it rip, she remembered that wasn’t necessary and simply went with it.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasped. “Fuck me, Troy. Give it to me hard.”
“I’m fucking you, baby.” Sweat bathed his body, even though the temperature in the room was low. “Feel that, do you? Feel my cock ramming into your cunt. You’re so slick, so tight. That’s it, milk it, darlin’, take what you want.”
She let out a long guttural moan as she closed tight about him and the tingling sensation in her limbs became orgasmic, ripping through her like a tidal wave of intense sensation.
He was still working inside her, rock solid, when she came back to earth. His lips claimed hers in a gentle, teasing kiss as he slowed the pace and gently slapped her buttocks with one hand.
“You like being spanked?”
“Hmm, I love it.”
“But not as much as you like being fucked?”
She shook her head. “Nothing beats that.”
“Well, let’s go for the second act.” He slid out of her. “Turn over.”
Porcha scampered onto her hands and knees, wondering if he’d take her ass this time. He didn’t, instead sliding back into her cunt from behind, his hands claiming her dangling breasts.
“Christ, I love your tits,” he said, his voice thick and gravelly. “I’d pay to see them with clamps on.”
“You don’t have to pay. Play your cards right and you get to see the show for free.”
“What do I have to do?”
She bit down on a grin. “Lots more of the same.”
He thrust into her hard from behind, and she pushed back to meet him. They settled into a harsh rhythm, both of them breathing heavily as Troy picked up the pace and simultaneously pulled Porcha’s thick nipples through his fingers. She couldn’t decide what she got off on more—his enormous prick driving into her or the harsh pressure of his fingers on her sensitive nipples. Whatever, she was close to climax again, but Troy gave the impression that he could keep this up all night. Where did he find such iron control?
“Troy, I can’t…I need to—”
“You don’t need permission. Take what you want, babe, and enjoy the ride.”
He thrust harder still as he spoke, and it was enough to send her into another nerve-tingling climax. This one hit her slower but was deeper and lasted for longer. Before it died, Troy finally grunted something unintelligible, slapped her buttocks hard, and shot his load deep inside her with a series of feral moans. He ground against her backside, spasming, his breathing laboured as he finally let himself go.
They collapsed on their backs after
ward, waiting for their breathing to return to normal.
“Better?” he asked, wrapping a protective arm round her shoulders and bringing her head to rest on his chest.
“Much.” She nipped playfully at his neck. “Thank you.”
“Think you can sleep now?”
“As long as you stay with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Don’t you need to know…I mean, you must have questions?”
“They can wait until tomorrow. I just need to know one thing. Do you trust us now?”
“We wouldn’t have done what we just did if I didn’t.”
“Then we’ll sort everything out tomorrow.” He brushed a hand through her hair. “You do know that we’re doms, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know that.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to submit to us, but it looks like we might all be together for a while. I get the impression that whatever’s going on with you, it won’t be fixed overnight. If you wanted to—” He paused to drop a kiss on the top of her head. “Your choice. We’ll help you whatever you decide.”
“I’ve never been with more than one dom before.”
Troy chuckled. “Baby, you don’t know what you’ve missed. Now get some sleep. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”
Chapter Four
Troy slipped out of bed just as the sun was coming up, leaving Porcha sleeping peacefully. He’d fucked her twice more after their first encounter. She refused to go to sleep unless he did, and since he was at least as keen to give his cock as she was to receive it, it was a no-brainer. Now that she was finally asleep, he tried not to disturb her as he pulled on his pants and quietly opened the door. Beck sat in a chair directly outside and raised an ironic brow at Troy’s dishevelled state.
“Some people have all the luck,” he grumbled. “Do you know what it does to a guy, sitting on guard duty while his mate spends the night getting laid?”
Troy chuckled. “Duty’s a bitch.”
“How would you know?”
Troy shrugged. “Whatever the client wants.”
“Yeah, I get that part. What I don’t get is why you always seem to be the one to deliver.”