Scream My Name

by Kimberly Kaye Terry

  Expecting—needing—for him to seek out her thick, throbbing clit, she drew in a deep breath when, after anointing his fingers with her own cream, she felt three fingers rest against her bottom before slowly easing inside.

  In rhythm he stroked inside her vagina as his fingers pressed in and out of her ass. The exquisite pleasure of both sent flames of need arcing through her body until she thought she’d explode.

  His movements became slower, more controlled, his strokes shallow. Her body pressed up, meeting his, demanding that he take her over the edge, only to return to those strong hard plunges that plowed into her, making her weep in sexual agony.

  He alternated between shallow thrusts that nearly took him out of her, the broad end of his cock resting at the lips of her vagina, to hard, deep plunges that pressed her body deep into the mattress and her head against the headboard.

  Then he pressed his remaining fingers deep into her clenching bottom, slashed his lips over hers and shoved his tongue deep, groaning into her mouth as he fucked her in tight, hard strokes with both cock and hand.

  She shattered.

  Her body lifted from the bed, she frantically clutched at him, her hand twining in his long hair, and yelled. Her cum was so fierce, it bordered on pain. Stars broke out behind her tightly closed lids, her neck muscles strained as she grimaced against the intensity of her release, her heart literally felt as though it would explode out of her chest.

  The inner muscles of her pussy constricted to the point of pain, hollowing out her stomach. She automatically held her breath as she released her body harshly until the last shuddering spasm left her body. When he gently eased his fingers from her anus, their connection now was his driving cock in her pussy. Danita fell back in exhaustion and closed her eyes, allowing him to fuck her until she felt his body tense.

  His arms shook, braced on either side of her body, and his cock swelled to near painful proportions inside her milking walls as he continued to rock inside her.

  When a low, almost humming sound came from him and she felt his body tremble violently around her, Danita’s eyes flew open.

  In sensual awe she took in the sight of the beautiful man above her, long hair cascading down his back, his high cheeks prominent, his sensual mouth opened as he roared like the primitive warrior he appeared in that moment, and seconds later she felt his cum splashing hot and thick within her womb.

  He fell down on top of her, his sweat and the sound of his thudding heart, mingling, embracing, and intertwining with her as their bodies simultaneously released.

  “Where’s your bathroom?” he asked.

  Slightly disoriented and shaky after her tumultuous release, Danita slowly opened her eyes, unsure how long she’d slept this time.

  It could have been seconds, minutes, or longer. She had no idea, simply knew that her body was beyond replete and her limbs felt like mush.

  She moved one weak arm and pointed toward the double doors that led to her bathroom.

  After he’d come the first time, he’d lain behind her, pulled her body close against his, and thrown his arm possessively over her waist.

  Her body had been boneless and sated after their lovemaking, yet when she’d felt his cock nudge against her bottom she willingly turned in his arms.

  He’d flipped her body and within moments had her wet, deliciously so, and with easy lazy glides he’d directed her body toward another earth-shattering release.

  “It’s been a long day. Why don’t you let me take care of you,” he said, and nodding limply, not sure what she was agreeing to, Danita’s head fell back on his shoulder. He lifted her and strode toward the bathroom.

  Danita lay back against Hawk. Her head resting on his chest, lolled to the side with a blissful smile on her face as he ran a soapy wash towel over her.

  He circled her breasts with the towel, paying close attention to her nipples, erect and throbbing.

  Her tub was large and sat directly beneath the skylight she’d had placed in her bathroom which allowed the starlit sky to illuminate the room. When she’d had it installed she never imagined she would share the beautiful night sky and romantic atmosphere with a man.

  She’d once had thoughts of inviting Warren to a special bath, had even gone so far as to set up the atmosphere with wine, candles, and an empty silver platter, hoping he’d want her to be the main dish.

  Not only has she not been the meal of his choice, he’d declined and instead gone to a business dinner in hopes of wooing some new client or other.

  She sighed and leaned further back into Hawk’s warm, wet embrace.

  Warren.

  Danita thought of the message she’d left on his voicemail, saying they needed to talk. She had been finally ready to admit they had little to nothing in common, and after having been on the receiving end of Hawk’s attentive lovemaking, both in and out of the bed, little doubt had been left in her mind about her future with Warren.

  When he’d finally returned her call, sounding more put out that she had canceled accompanying him to his client’s prenuptial party, than that she didn’t want to see him anymore, she’d ended things with him.

  “What’s on your mind?” Hawk asked, as though he could read her inner thoughts.

  Danita sighed and leaned further into his body as he stroked her breast with the soapy towel, the contrast in smooth and rough heightening the pleasure to her sensitive nipples. Because of his attentive lovemaking earlier, her breasts were hypersensitive, and she groaned when he ran the soapy towel around them, pinching her nipples with his fingers beneath the towel.

  “Nothing of importance,” she dismissed and settled deeper into his embrace. “Hawk, how long have you known Leila?” As soon as she asked the question though, his hands stilled, fractionally, before his caresses continued. She waited for him to respond, and when he said nothing, she grew impatient.

  Despite how good his cleansing was, she felt she wasn’t going to allow him or her libido to distract her. Throughout the day she’d realized that whenever she asked him about himself, he would give little detail before he would deftly turn the subject to something else, usually about her, smoothly avoiding answering any real questions about himself.

  “Is there a particular reason you don’t talk about yourself to me?” She cut right to the heart of the problem.

  “Well?” she prodded, when again, he said nothing.

  She felt him sigh behind her, and watched him dip the towel into the bath suds and gather more water before squeezing it over her stomach, allowing the warm water to trickle down between her breasts and the center line of her torso before disappearing beneath the frothy bubbles that camouflaged her mons.

  When he wrapped the towel around his hand and stroked down her body, the intent clear that he was heading for her vagina, Danita raised a hand to still him, preventing him from going any further.

  “Well?”

  “There isn’t much to tell,” he finally answered.

  “Earlier today at the fair, you said you owed Leila’s great-aunt a debt. Is that why you help her at the restaurant? Is it your way of repaying this debt?” she questioned, and before she could stop herself, asked, “Or is it just an excuse to be around Leila?” She knew she’d gotten to him when the hand she held tightened a fraction.

  When Leila had been confused about her feelings for Brandan, she’d mentioned to Danita her odd relationship with Hawk. Although she hadn’t come out and said it, and at the time, Danita hadn’t known Hawk, Danita felt there was more to their relationship than Leila had disclosed.

  “Leila is like a sister to me. There is nothing going on between us other than a lifelong friendship,” he said with a small bite that surprised her. He didn’t speak for a while after that, and returned to running the towel over her body.

  When he did, his words surprised her. “Aunt Sadie picked me off the streets. Literally. I was turning tricks, and if it hadn’t been for her…well, there is no telling where I would have ended up.”

 
; Her breath caught in her throat and her mouth fell open. Of all the things he could have told her, she never expected to hear this.

  “What? I…” she broke off, completely thrown, unsure what to say.

  “I don’t like to talk about it. It’s a part of my past, and something I don’t want to revisit.” He put an end to the conversation, and Danita wanted to weep in a curious blend of frustration and compassion.

  “Hawk…please,” she began, only to have him cut her off by turning her around to straddle him, and pulling her head down to slant his mouth on hers.

  After long, desperate-feeling kisses, kisses that felt more than passionate, Danita kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him. He kissed her, saying more with his whole being, his kisses, than he was able to say with words.

  “Please, Dani…I don’t want to talk about it.” He spoke the words against her mouth, his forehead resting against hers.

  She wrapped her arms around him and held on, giving him the only comfort she knew he’d accept.

  “Thank you.” As he spoke, he silently dictated to her to open her legs for him by nudging at them, and she obeyed.

  “Are you sore here?” he asked, and ran the towel over her mound down the line of her leg where pussy and thigh met, and back between the crease of her sore fat clit.

  “Umm…yes,” she admitted, yet her pussy clamped on to the lean finger and milked it, her ass rolling against his hardened thickness pressing against the small of her back.

  Despite the vigorous sexual activity over the last hour, she still wanted him.

  “God, what is wrong with me?” she said aloud, and laughed reluctantly.

  “What do you mean?” he asked, continuing his hot, thorough washing.

  “I’ve always enjoyed sex. But I don’t know if I’ve ever loved it so much that despite being sore I want more. And I’ve never wanted, uh…” she hesitated, and when he filled in the words she ducked her head, suddenly embarrassed. “Yeah. That,” she reiterated, and groaned when he lined the towel with his finger, soaped it up, and inserted it into her anus.

  “But it felt good, you enjoyed it,” he said in confidence.

  She couldn’t deny the truth of his words. Instead of answering, she lay against him and allowed him to minister to her.

  “What other fantasies do you have? Ones you’ve never shared…ones you never thought could possibly happen, but the one you ache to have fulfilled?” he asked, slowly running a clean sponge over her body, the water slowly trickling down the line of her breasts, and Danita closed her eyes, enjoying the attention.

  “Hmmm. I don’t know,” she hedged, although the fantasy she dreamed of, the one she knew she’d absolutely never have fulfilled, suddenly burned in her mind. The same one she’d thought of at the fair. The one of Hawk and an unknown man making love to her, both at the same time.

  “Tell me…” His low, husky voice encouraged her to share her most illicit sexual fantasy.

  After she shared it with him, she felt odd, wondering if he would think less of her for sharing the forbidden fantasy she’d long dreamed about, yet never had the nerve to try and have fulfilled.

  She turned around, trying to gauge his reaction. But he said nothing, instead smiled at her, ran a lightly roughened thumb down her cheek, and leaned down to kiss her.

  “You think I’m a freak, don’t you?” She laughed nervously.

  “No.”

  He turned her around fully, and placed her legs around his lean hips.

  “What I think is you are a woman who deserves to have every one of her fantasies fulfilled,” he said with a promise in his eyes that was suddenly frightening to her, considering what her fantasy had been.

  He lifted her body and slowly impaled her, pressing deep into her welcoming warmth, and soon Danita got caught up in the rapture of his incredible lovemaking and all thoughts of what she’d shared with him were forgotten.

  35

  “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here,” Danita said, walking into the bedroom and seeing Gregory, Hawk’s ex-roommate in the room.

  “I thought you left. Excuse me,” she murmured, forcing her eyes away from the low-slung towel wrapped around his lean waist.

  Confused as to the reasons for Gregory’s state of undress, she forced her gaze away from his hard, shower-wet body and dewy chest, turning to go.

  She’d come over to Hawk’s apartment after he’d invited her over for dinner. His ex-roommate was there, and the two of them had been hauling a piece of heavy furniture from one of the rooms into a truck as she’d come in.

  Hawk had introduced them, and when the other man had smiled at her, his light gray eyes ran over hers subtly, yet she’d easily picked up a sexual interest in his gaze.

  He was similar height to Hawk, yet broader. His body reminded her of Leila’s husband’s, with his thick, muscled thighs bulging around the loose fitting shorts he wore, and the muscles on his chest straining against the plain white T-shirt. She’d stared at him, unable to look away when she caught the thick bulge straining his shorts.

  But she looked away when she saw he’d noticed, a small smile flitting across his sensual lips.

  Now, as she turned to leave, her hand on the doorknob, Gregory’s next words halted her before she could leave.

  “No, it’s no problem. In fact, Hawk invited me,” he answered.

  Danita spun around to face him, a question forming on her lips to ask what he meant when Hawk opened the door and walked inside.

  “It’s okay, Danita, I invited Gregory.”

  Hawk walked over, the heat from his body blanketing her back. She automatically leaned back, resting her back against his chest.

  Turning around she looked up at him, confused. He leaned down and kissed her, whispering against the corner of her mouth,

  “It’s all for you, sweetheart. Everything I do will be for you,” he said.

  “What’s going on, Hawk?” she asked, breaking away, her eyes frantically watching his while her heart beat wildly against her chest.

  Without answering he quickly divested her of her clothing before shucking his jeans and pulling his shirt over his head, tossing them all in the corner of the room. When he turned her around, her eyes widened in alarm, her heart racing when Gregory stood before her, the towel no longer hiding his rigid cock from her eyes.

  Swallowing, easing back until she was as close to Hawk as she could be, she gripped his forearms, her nails sinking into his skin as she frantically sought to get away from Gregory approaching her. Her body shook as the clarity of what Hawk intended to have happen came crashing down on her.

  “Hawk, no! I don’t want this! I—”

  Her words were cut off when Hawk moved her face around and claimed her lips, at the same time that Gregory knelt down in front of her. His fingers separated the lips of her vagina and he stroked into her core in one hot, long swipe. She cried out against Hawk’s mouth, bucking her hips against the marauding tongue stroking her, but firm fingers held her still as his foreign tongue continued to eat her.

  Despite her denial, the feel of Gregory’s tongue against her soaking pussy, swirling and laving her clit, as Hawk handled her breasts, toying and plucking at her extended nipples, was as overwhelming in its affect on her mind and body as it was intense. She reared her body away from Gregory’s insistent tongue sliding over her pussy, swallowing the cream that now flowed so thickly from her body.

  “Close your eyes and pretend it’s me between your thighs, Danita,” he whispered, and Danita allowed her eyes to flutter close as Gregory added his fingers and inserted two inside her tightening, slick core, his tongue continuing to lave her vaginal lips, gliding over her hood, before taking her extended, tight, blood-filled clit into his mouth.

  She gasped, and helpless, unable to stop her body from enjoying what he was doing to her, rolled her hips and widened her stance to give him better access. The slight stubble of his cheeks rubbing against her inner thigh added to the erotic feeling, and
when he plunged three of his thick fingers deep into her core and tapped against her inner spot she broke the kiss with Hawk and ground against Gregory’s face, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers, milking them as her orgasm began to unfurl.

  When she felt her body tighten, she tossed her head back and forth against Hawk’s hard chest, no longer thinking of right and wrong, her body taut, ready to explode. The tingling sensation unfurling in her belly rushed through her until she broke. She released a loud keening wail as she came, and her body shook violently from the intensity of her release, sweat running in rivulets between her breasts.

  Hawk laid soft kisses along her throat as Gregory continued to feather his hot tongue over the lips of her vagina, stroking between her lips in feather like touches until her body calmed.

  As soon as the last shuddering waves left, she turned around in Hawk’s embrace and buried her face against his chest. It was a long moment before she was able to move her head and stare up at him, her mind in a chaotic whirl, her emotions all over the place, afraid of what she’d allowed to happen, dismayed at how good it felt to allow Gregory to do what he did.

  Tears stung the back of her eyes, and her throat was clogged.

  With her breath coming out in gasps, her chest heaving, she looked into his eyes, searching for an answer in his dark gaze, an answer she knew couldn’t come from him. An answer she alone had the answer to.

  “We can stop this now. We don’t have to go any further with it. It’s up to you, sweetheart,” he murmured, wrapping her in his arms.

  Hawk stared down at the woman he knew without a doubt was his. A woman he’d known was his from the moment he’d met her.

  He wrapped his arms around her, tightening his hold, and lay his head on top of her soft curls. The feelings she aroused in him should have scared him, they were so intense, so powerful they seemed unreal. She shared herself with him, her goals in life, her fears, and told him things he knew she’d never shared with another he knew.

  She was his.

  She belonged to him, whether she knew it or not, and the thought that after the lovemaking they shared, she’d want another had made him see red. But he knew that he was the last man she’d ever be with. She hadn’t admitted her love, but he knew it was there. She’d had the fantasy of being with another, and he had been the one to fulfill it. He wanted her to have no doubts that she was his, and if it took allowing her fantasy to be fulfilled to do so, so be it.