“Take my whole cock in your mouth and suck until I come.”
Immediately, she opened her mouth.
Hayden let go of the headboard and dropped down onto all fours so that his hard cock was just above her mouth and his face was above her pussy. “You can start now,” he said harshly as he bent this elbows and lowered himself. “Put your head back. I want to make sure you can take all of me.”
She followed his instruction, positioning her head so that her wide-open mouth was directly below his jutting shaft. He lowered his hips just far enough to dip the tip of his dick into her mouth. He lifted it out. “That’s right.” He slid his tongue between her slick nether lips, then straightened his arms, lifting himself so that he hovered above her. “If you do a good job, I’ll eat your pussy.”
Rachelle started to speak, but he cut her off. “Remember the rules.”
She remained silent, opening her mouth again, readying herself to suck his dick. He lowered his hips and gradually slid his cock in. She closed her lips around his shaft and sucked, pulling him deeper and deeper in. Once he was in as far as he could go, she curved her tongue around his shaft, swirling it around him with careful attention.
“That’s right. Just like that.”
His encouragement made her suck harder, and he let himself go, forgetting about the thing watching him and feeling nothing except the strong pull of Rachelle’s mouth as she sucked and licked his rock-hard dick. The simmering current surging through his body got hotter, heating his muscles, centering his attention on his own needs. The intensity was frightening, the urge to brutally fuck her mouth nearly overwhelming. To fight the all-consuming lust, he bent down and licked Rachelle’s pussy. Her folds were soft and so, so wet. Her clit was stiff and easy to find. He flicked his tongue across it and her thighs tensed. She lifted her hips, asking for more. Hayden responded to her need, sliding his tongue in deeper, caressing her clit gently, over and over again. She matched his rhythm, licking and sucking his cock, using her mouth to consume his shaft.
He delved deeper, and again she responded, using her mouth to tell him she wanted more. Each time he stroked, she did, and their motions became one.
The bliss was short lived. His awareness of Mattie came back, slipping into the back of his mind, then seeping into his consciousness. His awareness of her flowed through him like a heavy fog, filling his veins with thick dread. He fought it, trying to concentrate on the slick folds of Rachelle’s pussy, gliding his tongue over her sensitive skin, but the heavy pulse of his blood slowed his senses. He could no longer feel the glide of Rachelle’s tongue on his cock or the wet heat of her mouth on his skin.
Hayden looked up and she was there, staring at him, consuming him with her greedy gaze and demanding him to give in to her. He did. With his next breath, his senses tripled. He could see the flecks in Mattie’s eyes. Somehow, impossibly, he smelled her icy scent, felt her breath inside him. The sensations from the flick of Rachelle’s tongue and the slick heat of her mouth returned. Keeping his gaze connected with Mattie’s, he thrust deeply into Rachelle’s throat. His motions turned careless, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took still more of him, letting him fuck her mouth with harsh jerks.
Every nerve ending in his body fired. His cock twitched and his balls tightened. Hayden felt it all, every tiny motion of Rachelle’s tongue, the slight graze of her teeth, the fleshy curves of the inside of her mouth, and even the whisper of her breath brushing across the fine hairs circling the base of his cock. The sensations pooled together, creating a wave of hot electricity that ran through his body, electrifying his muscles and heating his blood. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced, let alone imagined.
Mattie owned him. But God help him, right then he didn’t care. He would’ve done anything to keep the wicked sensation alive and breathing inside him—an all-consuming life force of its own. He dropped his head to taste Rachelle’s pussy, sucked her plump flesh into his mouth, then speared her clit with his tongue. Each lick brought a new wave of unbelievable, impossible pleasure, and Rachelle’s response told him she felt the same ferocious electricity and all-consuming unnatural bliss. Hayden lifted his head.
As he locked gazes with the creature, Rachelle sucked his cock, swirling her tongue around his stiff shaft. Mattie knew each spin of Rachelle’s tongue. Knew how desperately the girl beneath him was sucking, doing her best to satisfy him. She nodded and lowered her palm from the window.
He dropped his head, again placing his open mouth across Rachelle’s hot, wet pussy and sucking gently, pulling her nether lips into his mouth. His mouth came alive with her sweetness, and she responded by angling her head back to slide his rod deeper down the back of her throat. She took all of him, her lips brushing the skin at the base of his shaft. The sensation was as awesome as it was undeniable, unbelievable. Hayden gave himself up to the pleasure and pumped his hips, lifting his dick out of her mouth then thrusting it back in.
His cock twitched, and the first spurt of his hot cum rolled down the back of Rachelle’s throat. She kept him in, widening even more, letting him fuck her mouth as hard and fast as he could. Somehow he managed to keep his mouth on her pussy, zeroing in on her clit. Her release came with a hard tremor, making her legs tense and her back lift off the bed. He thrust and jerked. She stilled and gave her body over to him. They melted together, becoming one explosion of sex.
Even after the tremors faded, he lay across her, she licking his dick and he licking her pussy. The small, tender flicks of her tongue started to bring blood back into his shaft. She licked him several more times then pulled away. His dick still ached for attention.
“Can I talk now?” she asked, putting a crack in the brutal, sensual spell.
Hayden gave her thigh one last lick, then rolled off her. He raised himself up and twisted to see her face. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth glistened. “What?”
“I’m not sure that counts as fucking.”
Hayden spun all the way around and crawled forward so his face was just above hers. “You don’t feel…what?”
“I felt it. It’s just that, well,” she lifted her body and nudged his dick with her hip, “I noticed you’re still a bit stiff, and it would be a shame to waste that ready cock.”
Despite the mind-blowing orgasm, his dick was getting hard again and the need to fuck still pulsed through his veins. He ached for release with an angry, unnatural desperation and there was only one way to get it. He rubbed himself against Rachelle and as she purred a pang of guilt vibrated through him. What he’d just done to her was dishonest. He’d used her and he was about to use her again. How many more times after that? Hayden untied her wrists, slid his hands beneath her, then spun her so she was diagonal across the bed. This time he would have to be just short of cruel.
Once she was settled, he worked his way down her body, providing a show for the creature outside, running a row of kisses from behind Rachelle’s neck to between her breasts. The stockings had held and her tits were high and tight. He pulled one hard tip into his mouth, grabbed the other with his hand and pinched the nipple. She rolled her shoulders and spread her legs. He positioned his shaft between her wet pussy lips. She was so slick, so ready for him. His cock was hard, his entire body stiff and tense. With one solid thrust he filled her tight channel then paused, taking the time to feel her tightness squeezing his shaft.
He whispered into her ear. “That what you had in mind?”
She moaned. “Fuck me, Hayden.” She lifted her hips, shifted her legs to spread them even wider, and grabbed his shoulders. Squeezing her fingers deep into his muscles, she groaned. “Now. Do it.”
Again, Mattie’s breath slipped inside him, an evil vapor that dazed his mind. He lifted his body and angled himself for a fierce, hard swing. He drove into Rachelle’s core, but unlike the first time, didn’t wait for her body to adjust to his cock. He hammered into her tight body with feral thrusts, pounding and grinding against her pelvis, feeling every curve of her cun
t, even the slight tickle of the dark-brown hairs between her legs. The action of fucking was demanding, stealing the last shreds of control he had over his own body. His sense of time and place fell away and long hollow seconds stole his consciousness as his body swirled and tumbled into pitch-black darkness. The nothingness was both brilliant and terrifying. He hung there, in the abyss, teetering on consciousness.
By the time the first wave of his orgasm grabbed him, Hayden had forgotten the woman beneath him. After the jerks of his cock subsided, and his awareness returned, he rolled off Rachelle and pressed his palm to her stomach. Her eyes were closed, her breathing jagged. He didn’t even know if she’d come.
He lifted himself, unbound her breasts. After he tossed the stockings to the floor, he pulled her to him and kissed her moist neck. A bead of sweat rolled down, leaving a trail between her breasts. The drop crossed over the red mark left behind by the binding. Outside the window, gusts of snow brushed the glass, swirling in circles under the yellow light of street lamps.
Beside him, Rachelle stirred. “You did, in fact, fuck me senseless.” She set her hands across his, laced her fingers through his and squeezed them lightly. “I’m not even sure I remember all of it.” She tilted her head and looked up at him from under her lashes. “Sounds crazy. Unbelievable. Doesn’t it?”
He lifted their laced hands. “You liked it?”
“Liked it? Shit. I don’t know.” She took her hands back, sat up, and looked out the window. “Maybe it’s the storm, but I— I—”
“Me too,” he cut her off intentionally. Whatever they’d just experienced, he didn’t want to dissect, to analyze.
Both their bodies were covered in salty sweat, slick from Rachelle’s arousal and his come. He pressed a kiss to her neck and slid away, then climbed out of bed and threw the cover over her, shielding her naked body from view. Once he was satisfied that she was covered, he slipped down the hall and into the bathroom.
A burst of snow-filled wind swirled into the small room, carrying a bitter chill. The window was open and her scent filled the room. Hayden dropped his hand from the light switch, leaving the room dim and bracing as the sensual dread settled in the back of his mouth. Mattie pressed her cold, damp body against him, shoved him to the wall. Behind her, over her shoulder, he saw their reflection in the mirror above the sink. Ice and snow clung to her tangled hair, dripping onto the solid curves of her back and shoulders. The sections of her bare skin glowed. Between the strips of cloth, he spotted a wide column of black ink staring at the base of her spine and ending about halfway up her back.
Even after the show he’d put on for her, coming twice in less than an hour, his cock stirred when she pressed herself against him, grinding her pelvis against his. The damp strips of red wool rubbed across his nipples and they tightened into pointed peaks. How was it possible to be aroused yet again?
It wasn’t. None of this was.
“Well done, researcher.” She grabbed his cock and curved her fingers around his hardening shaft. “You impress me.”
There were no human words for what he was feeling. He grunted in response, but his body betrayed him, and he found himself leaning toward her, seeking her strength and giving in to the power she had over him.
“You know, with only a bit of encouragement, she’ll be ready to go again too.”
Hayden shook his head, even though his dick was growing still larger in her palm. “No,” he said. “I’ve had enough.”
“You’ve had enough when I say you’ve had enough.” She let go of his shaft and reached around to grab his ass. “Maybe if I join you two, you’ll feel differently.” She caressed his flesh, sliding her hand between his ass cheeks. “I’d be happy to—”
“Take control. I know.” He tried to push her back but she used her strength to hold him.
“That’s right.” She nudged his chin with her nose. “You’re beginning to understand how our relationship works.”
He tried again to push her away and she grabbed his arms, spun them both around, lifted him, and set him on the edge of the sink. She tapped the door with her foot and it slid closed.
“You and I are a matched set. A linked pair. Unless, of course…” she tipped her head toward the bedroom, “I decide to add her. Then we’ll be a trio. I like the sound of that. I’ve never had two servicing me at the same time.”
The hard edge of the sink cut into the back of Hayden’s thighs. “Leave Rachelle out of this,” he said, ignoring the pain in his legs as he shoved at her.
“She has a lot of spunk.” She held on to him and whispered into his ear. “I think I like her.”
Hayden stopped struggling. “You don’t know her.”
“And you do? Are you sure about that? I think we both learned a lot about her tonight. She’s… responsive.” Mattie let go of his arms and set her palms on his inner thighs, just inches from his jutting shaft. “I like responsive.”
Hayden’s was dick hard and ready for fucking, and he knew if she wanted, she could demand it from him. And he would do it. He’d do whatever she wanted. He worked to keep the fearful dread out of his eyes when he lifted his face.
She moved her hands in and brushed her icy fingertips across his ball sac. An electric pulse shot up from his groin. The muscles of his torso twitched.
“I don’t need you again. Yet. But it’s good to know I’ve chosen well.” She glanced at his cock. “The others will be jealous.”
“Others?”
She grinned as she caressed the hard edges of his shaft. “The others in the tribe.”
The tribe. Images flickered in his mind. The sex rituals, the man tied to the tree, the undeads constant need for sex. Bile rose in Haydn’s throat, burning an evil path up from his gut.
“Don’t look like that. It’s good to make people jealous.” She pressed a kiss to his neck. “Sometimes, anyway. And especially some people. The ones who deserve it.”
Maybe that was true. But they weren’t talking about people.
She kissed his neck again, softer, letting her cold lips linger on his still-feverish flesh. Each press gave new life to the sexual pull she had over him. A pull Hayden did not want or understand.
“I have to get back to Rachelle,” he said, speaking softly. He leaned back and caught Mattie’s gaze. “Alone.”
She stilled, no longer the aggressor, but not ready to let him go either. That same expression passed over her face, the one he’d seen outside when she pressed her hand to the window. The vulnerability was a surprise, a shock, but somehow it made sense. She must have been human once. What was she like then? Hayden shoved the question aside.
He set his hands on her waist and kissed her lightly on her cold mouth. “It’ll be better this way.” He didn’t really know what he meant by the comment, but it sounded right. And it kept her from reaching for him again.
“Better for who?” she asked, her voice small and thin and surprisingly unsure.
“For you. Me. Rachelle.” Again he wasn’t sure what he meant, but as he spoke he got the sense that it wasn’t the words she was after. It was the exchange. A conversation. For the first time since they’d met, he had the upper hand. If he kept it, he could get her to do what he wanted. He nodded toward the open window. “It’ll be good this way. You go back out the way you came. She won’t see you.”
He touched her face, pulling her toward him. He kissed her again, lightly, just a whisper of lips, then gently turned her toward the window.
She let go of him, took one step back, then another toward the window. “I’m leaving because I want to,” she said, raking over his naked body with her careful study.
He nodded as he gradually slid off the sink. “I know,” he replied, rubbing the pain out of the backs of his legs.
“Hayden?”
It was Rachelle, the soft pad of her feet getting louder as she approached the closed bathroom door.
Mattie slid silently to the window, moving without taking her gaze from his bare skin.
Hayden turned on the faucet and spoke loudly over the rush of the water. “I’ll be right there.”
“You okay?” Rachelle called from the hallway. “Everything okay?” She was right on the other side of the door.
“I said I’ll be right there. Go back to bed where you belong.”
He heard her laugh, a husky warm sound. “Okay, all right. I get it,” she called, her voice growing distant as she headed back to the bedroom. “But you don’t have to be so bossy about it.”
“You like me bossy,” he yelled, forcing lightness into his voice.
Mattie was pushing the sash of the window all the way up. Once the opening was wide enough for her to climb through, she sat on the ledge and swung her legs over. She turned and looked at him from over her shoulder. “You’ll see me again soon. You know that, right?”
He nodded, staring into the swirling steam rising up from the sink. When he finally lifted his head, she was gone, out into the endless storm, and the window had been pulled shut. Except for the evil electricity coursing through him and the last vestiges of her scent, it was as though she’d never been there.
Hayden grabbed a towel from the rack and set it in the sink. Hot water splashed across it, soaking it quickly. Once it was completely wet, he turned off the water, wrung it out, then wrapped it into another towel and carried them both to the bedroom. Rachelle was under the covers, only her face visible above the quilt. The sexual haze was gone from her eyes, and she was smiling.
Weighed down by the guilt over what he’d gotten her in to, Hayden climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers from her body. She was still naked, and the firm outline of her body was outlined by the shadowy light coming in through the now-vacant window.
“See something you like?” she asked.
Hayden took the hot, wet towel from inside the dry one. “I like it so much I want to take good care of it.”
“I thought you already did.”
Hayden turned away and pressed the corner of the steaming, damp towel to the top arch of her foot. “Is it too warm?”
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