Maneater 3_Raven

by Caitlyn Willows

  “Are you now?” Ben combed through the small patch of hair right above her clit, promising a firm touch but not delivering it. Rachel ordered her thighs to remain closed. She’d win this particular power struggle and enjoy every second of battle.

  He kneaded his lips over that oh-so-sensitive spot along her neck. Instinctively, she arched into the caress, cursing the soft moan that escaped her.

  Rachel shook away the spiraling want and rolled toward him. “Well, I didn’t want you to feel bad our first time out.”

  She dived between his legs and cupped his sac with her hand. His eyes glazed over before his long-lashed lids shuttered her view.

  “Dressed for action, so I see.” A condom covered his cock. She draped her calf over his hip. “Good thing.” One push had Ben on his back. “I’m disappointed, Mr. Welsh. You could at least put up some sort of fight.”

  He lifted his eyelids slowly, revealing a glint of devilment from within. His grin spread, and he clamped his big hands over her ass. One yank up poised her at the tip of his erection.

  “Maybe I have you right where I want you…Rachel.”

  Uh-oh, he’d changed the rules. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

  Rachel pressed her palms on his chest, intent on pushing away. Instead, the motion edged her closer to what she wanted—him. Ben’s hands tensed, but his hold didn’t tighten. A lesser man would have seated himself to glory. This one had control. She admired that control, even while she wanted to break it, absorb it, make it her own.

  The choice, it seemed, was hers. She slid onto him by slow degrees, each centimeter spreading her wide, reminding Rachel she had hold of a big man. Neither broke eye contact. Neither consciously gave themselves away. Subconsciously, however…

  She allowed herself an inward grin at the throb in their groins, the catch in their breaths, the sweat that glistened over their skin despite the air-conditioned room. Then he moved. One hand stayed clamped on her backside; the other glided up her back, silently urging her to close that small gap between them.

  Rachel relented, her lips parted to meet his. They froze a whisper away from kissing, like time had taken a snapshot of that exact moment. Then they moved. She gasped a little at the tiny spark when their lips touched. Melted when his tongue slid over hers. His fingers slid into her hair; his hand cradled her head gently as he deepened the kiss on a groan that rumbled from his chest into hers.

  His other hand brushed over her buttocks in time with his tongue, harder and harder, bringing up the heat. Her heart raced with the thrum building in her clit. Her pelvis moved. His responded, pushing deep. He kneaded her ass, one cheek and then the other. Her pussy clenched, breath caught. He was going to…

  Rachel jerked away from the kiss. “Don’t.”

  “Why not?”

  To his credit, Ben didn’t feign innocence. It made her want what he was about to do even more.

  “You like it.”

  She couldn’t manage a response, not even a feigned denial.

  “You don’t trust me,” he finally said.

  Rachel shook her head. “I don’t really know you.”

  “Yes, you do.” He moved his hands to her lower back. “You know me well enough to let me bring a whip near you last night. Let me smack it over your tight little ass. Raven might be a hell-on-wheels Domme, but Rachel likes a good, old-fashioned spanking every now and then. And I’d be willing to bet you’re long overdue.”

  She couldn’t find a comeback. Truth be told, a part of her wanted Ben to take charge and give her a paddling that would make her pussy weep and her clit ripen. Her heartbeat sped up. Rachel knew Ben could feel it. He said nothing.

  “It’s a very intimate thing,” she managed to say. “Very private. We’re too…new.”

  Ben gave her a small smile. “Then I look forward to the day when we are…old.” Arms anchoring her to him, he rolled, reversing their positions. It put him deeper inside her, triggering waves of sensation that demanded more. Her vaginal muscles clamped around his cock, rippled over it in invitation. All of it a subconscious reaction while she lay there, basking in the feel of his body pressed to hers. Safe. Protected. She didn’t have to be on. She could be a woman, enjoying hot sex with a man who pressed all the right buttons with a finesse very few possessed.

  “You feel good inside me. On me.” Rachel slid her arms over his broad shoulders.

  He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. She watched his gaze as it caressed her face. Then his eyes met hers.

  “Soft yet strong. I swear I feel like my dick is locked in a furnace. It’s all I can do not to come.”

  “You could always retreat.” They nudged noses, nipped at each other’s lips.

  “One move, sweetheart. That’s all it’s going to take.”

  “Then kiss me,” she whispered and pressed her mouth to his.

  His deep-throated groan sank into her soul when his tongue curled around hers. Ben kissed like Rachel knew he’d be fucking her, slow and sweet, teasing her nerves to the breaking point, then bringing her down only to build her up again. Like he had during their whip play. Only now they were naked, locked together, and hot. So. Damn. Hot.

  Rachel broke the kiss on a gasp. Her pelvis rocked into his of its own volition, tearing moans from both of them. She felt a shudder move down Ben’s back, more heat pouring into his cock. The battle to hang on twisted his features. He never looked more handsome than at that moment. That she’d done this to him…

  She shoved her hand between them, wrapped her fist around the base of his cock, and squeezed hard.

  Ben cried out, grimaced from the pain of a choked-off orgasm, then butted his forehead to hers once the moment had passed. Their breaths mixed. Slowly she extricated her hand. Ben’s replaced it. He flicked his thumb over her slickened clitoris. Rachel closed her eyes and lost herself in the rising climax, the feel of him plunging in and out, harder, deeper, faster.

  “Oh God.” She clutched his shoulders and rocked her hips in time with his. When that wasn’t enough, she locked her ankles around his waist and thrust harder.

  Orgasm hit them at the same time. A million stars slammed into her. The endorphin rush before was nothing compared to this.

  She loved the weight of his body on hers, hated the call of nature that was going to end this moment. She rubbed her heel down his calf. “I’d really love to take a shower.”

  He dropped a kiss to her lips. “I’ll get us some breakfast. By now I’m sure Will has coffee ready. I’ll bring you a cup.”

  “Thank you.” Rachel stretched when he moved away, then rolled from bed and walked over to her suitcase.

  “I won’t be as lenient next time, Rachel.”

  His voice vibrated through her even though he was across the room. Heat flushed her skin. She wouldn’t play stupid and act like she didn’t know what he meant. The spanking she’d thwarted with her silly little sub games. She’d thought she’d won, that she’d topped him.

  “You’ll use a safe word, or this ends. We shouldn’t have played last night without one. That’s just as much my fault as yours. I’ll admit I was too caught up in the moment.”

  Rachel wanted to ask what this was. She had a feeling the answer was more complicated than either of them could define. “If our situations were reversed, I would rectify the lapse immediately.”

  Her body thrummed at the thought of him bending her over the bed or pulling her over his lap. Thanks to Will, her bag of tricks was now by the door. She could retrieve a paddle…

  “I’m not you,” he said.

  Rachel started at the feel of him behind her. She hadn’t heard him move. Now his body surrounded her. He surrounded her. She couldn’t budge if her life depended on it. Her heart raced, stealing what little breath she had.

  “This isn’t something that can be resolved with a couple of swats.” He brushed his hand over her buttocks, sending hot chills up her spine. “This must be slow.” He squeezed her left cheek. “Methodical.” D
ug his fingers into the right one. “Thorough.” They moved down into the cleft of her ass where her pussy juices dampened her thighs.

  “I decide the when, the where, the how.” He traced a line up her backbone to the base of her skull. His breath blazed over her shoulder. “I will let you anticipate the event.”

  As quickly as he’d come up on her, Ben moved away. Her body cried out at the loss, and it was all she could do not to follow him. He had her hooked, and they both knew it. Heading for home wasn’t an option. Rachel knew he wouldn’t come after her, knew she would always wonder what if, because her ass already burned, and all he’d done was play with it.

  * * * *

  Ben had the upper hand for now…despite the growing erection begging him to stay in the bedroom and take Rachel all over again. It didn’t help thinking of her in the shower all wet and slippery. The woman could tempt a saint.

  He found Will sprawled on the living room sofa sound asleep, a book of Sudoku puzzles parked open on his chest. He wore gray boxer briefs and sported a morning wood.

  Will’s restless night weighed on Ben’s conscience. Guilt nudged him forward. He stopped before he could reach him and instead walked toward the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. The soft slide of the glass pot coming off the maker woke Will.

  “Hey.” Will tossed the puzzle book to the coffee table and stretched to his feet.

  “Morning, sunshine. I’d ask how you slept, but I already know the answer.”

  “Sorry if I kept you awake.” He flexed his shoulders, cracked his back, then headed for the second bathroom off the kitchen.

  “I’m thinking I’m the one who should apologize,” Ben called out behind him.

  Will closed the door without responding. Ben set the coffee to brew, put out three mugs, then slipped into one of the chairs at the island bar.

  “Why’s that?” Will asked the second he breezed out.

  “I saw the look in your eyes last night when the three of us were together. Knew how restless you were afterward.”

  Will laughed and sat next to him. “Because I had the boner from hell and the last thing I wanted was my hand again.”

  “You could’ve said something.”

  Shrugging, Will glanced at the coffeepot. “I could’ve, but Rachel was resting, looked content. I—”

  “You love her.”

  “Of course I do.” Will jumped up and grabbed the coffeepot in midbrew, dividing the contents into two mugs. “You love her too. You have from the minute you laid eyes on her.”

  Love? Strong emotion there. Was that what Ben felt? This frustration, this obsession, this unrelenting want for her, her constantly being in his thoughts, that crushing ache in his chest when he feared one wrong move and they’d be finished before they started?

  Will slid a mug in front of him. “I hear water running. That must mean Rachel’s in the shower. I’m going to take this to her.”

  Lost in thought, Ben barely acknowledged him. But the longer he was gone—most likely getting all wet and slippery with Rachel—the more reality seeped in. Ben palmed his erection through his jeans.

  Yeah, he loved her. It scared him what she might do with that knowledge if she knew how much control she really had. Having had a taste of her, Ben didn’t think he could bear it if she went back to ignoring him now.

  He pushed away from the island, poured more coffee for himself, then rummaged through the refrigerator for breakfast fixings. Anything to keep occupied and not think about what Rachel and Will might be doing in the shower, so that he’d stay put and let them have a moment, to help him fight against the blinding need to join them.

  That’s when Ben realized his mistake. He’d told Rachel he would bring her coffee. Will had done it instead. A simple thing, yes. But if a Dom couldn’t do that—

  “Rachel asked to see you.”

  He whirled around at the sound of Will’s voice. In gray cargo shorts and a matching T-shirt, Will wasted little time heading to the coffeepot. There wasn’t a drop of water on him; his hair was as dry as when he’d left. Rachel hadn’t bothered with Will at all. She was calling Ben out on the coffee. Fine. Ben would tell her—

  “If you wait much longer, she’ll be in here.” Will leaned into the counter, a cat-that-ate-the-canary smirk semihidden behind his mug. He knew Ben had screwed up, and was enjoying every second.

  Running a list of plausible excuses through his head, Ben tried not to hurry, not to give her more ammunition against him. He wouldn’t be another sub for her to play with. She had Will for that. He had to be more. He had to be the other half of what she needed.

  Steam drifted over the shower stall when he opened the bathroom door. The opaque glass teased him with the shadow of her figure. She’d paused, waiting. So did he, his hand clutched over the doorknob. Someone had to give.

  “You all right?” Ben kept the challenge out of his voice. A constant state of battle wouldn’t get them anywhere. “Will said you wanted to see me?”

  Rachel slid the door open. Her long hair was slicked back, her lashes spiked from the shower. She looked like she’d stepped from behind a waterfall.

  “My safe word is wasabi.”

  Wasabi. Too hot to handle. The boner from hell surged into his jeans. She’d ceded control to him! Don’t screw this up. He smiled with his nod. “Thank you. Mine’s kumquat.”

  “Good to know.” Rachel’s gaze lowered to his crotch. “May I take care of that for you?”

  Hell yeah. “Mind if Will joins us?”

  “It would be my pleasure. But do hurry. I wouldn’t want things to cool off too much in here.” Mischief underscored her sultry tones, but it was the way she nipped her lower lip and the glint in her eyes as she closed the door that spurred Ben into action.

  * * * *

  Rachel braced herself against the ceramic tile. She’d taken a chance, trusted her instincts, granted herself permission to accept something she couldn’t get from anyone else.

  Don’t screw this up.

  Will’s presence would be the buffer between them. The tie that bound them. How perfect that Ben had suggested it.

  She toyed with her nipples while she waited for them to return. That was the sight that greeted them when they slid the glass door open. They stood side by side, nude, beautifully erect, their eyes dilated with want. Rachel’s heart tumbled into her stomach. How fitting they were, as frozen in place as she.

  Rachel stretched her palms toward their chests, their hearts. The shower covered her tiny groan when they glided her way—Will on one side, Ben on the other. Then both were pressed into the tile, hers to do with as she pleased.

  She raked her nails over their nipples, loving the catch in Ben’s breath, Will’s gasp. Ben grazed his fingers over her breast, tugged her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then fumbled for a handhold on the windowsill overhead. Will slapped his palms against the tile. Clearly, she was the boss of them.

  Oh the possibilities.

  Rachel regretted luring them into the shower. She wanted to take her time, explore them well. The impending doom of a cold shower made that impossible.

  She snaked her fingers down their torsos, skirted their massive cocks, and dived right to their balls. They gasped in unison, thrusting their hips forward as they spread their legs to give themselves up to her.

  “I wish my mouth was big enough to suck you both at the same time.”

  That earned her muffled groans.

  She kneaded their balls until they writhed into her hands. Then she looped her fists around their cocks, locking them into place. Ben jerked his hand to hers, then snapped his fist to the wall. Dark eyes flashed with frustration. Will’s eyes were closed, his mouth agape, his body tensed for her next move. Rachel wanted a taste of them, wanted the pleasure of swallowing their cum. But she also didn’t want to have to choose who went first.

  “I’d love it if you came together.” She squeezed a stroke over them and leaned in until her breasts hit their ribs. “All over me.”<
br />
  They replied with pelvic thrusts. Each turned into her, shoving their cocks into her grip, her belly. Rachel stripped their erections to the head and back, palmed their balls, then did it again.

  Ben clamped his hand over her ass, nailing her to him. “You’re about to get your wish, baby,” he growled against her neck.

  “Hurry,” Will groaned. “Can’t wait.”

  The words were enough to make her come.

  And still the heat and hardness grew beyond anything she’d ever felt before. Her moans matched theirs.

  “Is your pussy as wet as the rest of you?” Ben asked.

  Fingers parted her labia—Ben and Will. They moved in perfect synchronicity—one sweeping her clit, the other diving into her pussy. Taking turns. Loving her equally.

  “Oh God,” she gasped, “I want.”

  “You’ll have,” Ben whispered. “We all will.”

  Tension built higher. Rachel tried to spread wider and nearly fell. Strong arms held her in place. She wasn’t sure if it was for her benefit or theirs. They fucked her like crazy—their fingers, their cocks.

  She tightened her grip, determined they come as one. They did. God, did they come. Then melted into the bottom of the tub under an assault of cold water.

  Will fumbled to turn off the faucets. “That better?”

  Rachel looked from one whisker-roughened face to the other. “Almost,” she said with a grin.

  Chapter Eight

  Rachel fluffed her hair and set the curling iron aside. Her stomach rumbled at the promise of breakfast. She could smell fried potatoes and onions from here. A rare treat that had her wondering who thought of making it. Will would know, of course. But having the menu be Ben’s idea made her a little giddy inside.

  Like a freakin’ teenager.

  She’d even dressed for him this morning—in a halter-type sundress bursting with violets and blues. One breeze and her panties would be on display. One tug on the tie around her neck and her breasts would be his to devour.

  Goose bumps erupted over her skin. She briskly rubbed her arms to make them leave, then hugged her midriff. What did she really know of Ben, outside the business aspects and his Sledge persona? Even in this house, there was little of him. Nothing had changed in the years since she’d been here. Unless…