by Tl Reeve
When the song finally came to an end, he pulled back. He wanted her with every fiber of his being. If he had it his way, they would go home and strip naked before they even entered the house. However, he wanted her to have some fun too. She’d been inside, whether it was in the hospital or his home, for far too long. “So what do you think? Can I dance?”
“You can do something. I don’t know if I’d call it dancing or vertical fucking, but…” She shook her head. “It was...different.” Her voice was husky with need. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Vertical fucking?”
Sabine laughed. “Two-Step. That was what we were doing, right?”
“Yes,” he answered, helping her back to the table.
“I think we should do that more often.”
“Agreed.” He nodded. “I’d prefer we do it naked, though.”
“I bet you would.”
Several times they got up to dance, and by the time the last song was over, he had to have her. Taking her hand, he pulled her out of the bar and practically dragged her back to the car. He knew he was being rough with her, but he couldn’t wait anymore. He pushed her up against his car, crushing his lips to her while palming her ass. Sabine wrapped her legs around his waist, and he groaned. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the denim of his jeans. She was soaking wet and ready for him. And, God help him, he needed her, too. He knew he should be taking his time, but, in that moment, he couldn’t wait.
“I am going to fuck you tonight, Sabine. If you don’t want me to, you need to tell me now.”
“What about Kyle?” she asked. “You said you liked to share.”
“We do, but we also know there are times when we’ll take our partner on our own.” He kissed a path down her neck as his hand cupped her breast.
“So he won’t mind?” Her fingers raked through his black hair, and he nipped her chin.
“No. However, he will want his time with you, too.” He backed off slightly, slowly lowering her to the ground so she had a moment to think. “How about you mull it over, and when you’re ready, you let me know.”
“Just like that?” She looked up at him like he’d grown a second head.
‘Yeah, just like that.” He bent his head and kissed her softly. “I’ve given you a ton of information in a short amount of time. You need to figure out if this is something you might want.” Opening the door, he helped her in then closed it and headed around the front of the car, silently praying she would agree.
He should have been pissed off at himself for pushing her so hard, but another part of him said that he hadn’t pushed hard enough. He wanted her so damn bad he could taste it. Yet he had held back. He knew, in order for this work, she had to be certain of herself. As he drove them home, Sabine threaded her fingers through his and held his hand the whole way there. He guessed that was a good sign. At least she hadn’t run screaming from him yet.
Stuart pulled into the driveway and got out. Sabine was close on his heels, and before he could open the door to the house, she stopped him. Her soft “yes” made him pause. Had she just given him the green light to take her to bed? “Say it again.”
“Yes,” she answered, pulling him down so she could kiss him.
Her sweet taste exploded on his tongue, and he knew he could get drunk on her. Her kiss was tentative, tempting. She was soft to his harshness. She was the beauty to his beast. Cheesy? Yes. But damn it, he would act like a fool to get the girl.
With the door open, he pushed her backward. His lips never left hers as his foot caught the corner, closing it behind them. Her hands were all over him at once. She yanked at the hem of his shirt, breaking their kiss long enough for her to pull it over his head. If her hands weren’t touching him, her mouth was on him, nipping and sucking on his nipples. She ran her thumbnail over one hard nipple while laving the other, and he groaned. He was going insane. His dick throbbed for her attention, and he worked his pants open, palming his hard cock. “Fuck. Suck me, baby.” He pushed her to the floor in front of him. The tip of her tongue peeked out between her lips, and his cock jumped. “Shit, girl, you’re driving me insane here.”
Sabine laughed and took his shaft in her hand. “Does it hurt, Stuart?” She ran her tongue over his crest, and his eyes slammed shut. Warm, wet heat engulfed him, and his hand instantly fisted in her hair. His shaft glistened with her saliva as she bobbed her head and swallowed around him. Shit, she was killing him. He couldn’t keep up with her ever-changing pace. Add to it that little twist of her wrist when she stroked him, and he was slowly losing control. He flexed his hips and began fucking her mouth until he felt a tingle at the base of his spine. Without saying a word, he pulled her off of him and stood her back up. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and he moaned. She was sexy as hell.
Instantly, his fingers went for the small pearl buttons on the front of her dress, loosening them from their moorings, exposing her sun-kissed flesh to his gaze. He pushed the material aside and palmed her breast, tugging her nipples until she was crying out for him.
“Just a taste,” he murmured, dipping his head.
He covered the hard bead, suckling it while flicking it with his tongue. Her cry of pleasure sent a thrill of anticipation through him. He sucked harder, pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders and allowing it to pool at her feet. Running his finger across the band of her panties, he watched her gaze grow heavy-lidded. “Beautiful.”
Stuart went to his knees and gripped her hips. Not waiting for her permission, he ripped the scrap of material covering her sex off and fit his lips to her pussy. Dear God, she was completely bare.
A low growl passed his lips before his tongue speared her entrance, gathering up her cream so he could taste her. He groaned. Feminine with a hint of spice, Sabine’s scent encompassed him. He lapped up her juices greedily, not wasting a drop, before dragging his tongue through her folds and across her clit. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder as she moaned his name. He knew he should be taking her to his room, but he couldn’t move. “Spread your legs a little bit more.”
“Why?”
“So I can thoroughly enjoy this pretty cunt of yours.” His words were harsh, but she pushed his sanity to the brink.
Tentatively, she spread her legs for him. The scent of her arousal was heady. It went straight to his brain, making him dizzy with need. Her sweet and spicy release coated his tongue again as he feasted on her sopping flesh. “Stuart, please,” she whimpered when he lapped at her clit.
“Please what?”
“Stop teasing me. I need more.”
A rough chuckle passed his lips. She needed more? Fuck, he was dying to get in her. “You are in so much trouble.” He picked her up and stomped to his room, throwing her on the bed. Kicking off his shoes, he pulled his pants off the rest of the way and stroked his cock. “So much fucking trouble.”
Stuart crawled up onto the bed and settled between her legs. After inserting two of his fingers inside Sabine’s pussy, he felt her clamp down on him and he couldn’t hold back any longer. His mouth covered her once more, sucking her clit. Sabine writhed under him. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she rode his face. If he could have laughed, he would have. His girl was a wild one: of that, he was certain. Her pleas filled the room, and he went at her harder.
Sabine shot off like a rocket. She trembled and bucked as her climax raced through her. With his face still buried against her, he drank her down, pushing her legs higher so he could get deep inside her. By the time she came down from her release, he was on top of her. He grabbed a condom out of the bedside table and ripped it open. He didn’t want to give her a chance to say no. He was too far gone.
He rolled the condom onto his cock and positioned himself at her sex. She was beautiful, lying in his bed—a tempting goddess with her hair flowing around her face and her flushed form open to his gaze and touch. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him to her, and he couldn’t wait any longer. Stuart pushed into
her and saw stars. His brain short circuited. Every electrical impulse zeroed in on his need to fuck her until neither one of them could walk. Taking her hands in his, he lifted them above her head, holding her in place as he moved. The muscles of her sex rippled around him, kissing his tip, and threatened to unman him.
Unrelenting need pounded through his veins with each shift of his hips. He knew with this one act he couldn’t let her go. She was his. He didn’t care what he had to do to convince her of it, but he would. There was no fucking way he was giving her up. Canting his hips, he latched onto her nipple, sucking it hard, before pressing kisses between each breast. He lapped at her flesh, unable to get enough of her as he fucked her in sensual rhythm. He was pushing both of them headlong toward the edge, and he didn’t care. All that mattered in that instant was feeling her shatter in his arms. “Shit, you feel so good,” he groaned. “I could stay in you all night, baby.”
She cried out, shaking as waves of pure bliss rolled through her, threatening to drown her in pleasure-filled sensations. “Don’t stop, Stuart. Please.”
“Never.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck and thrust into her over and over. Their cries grew frantic. He couldn’t stop the rising tide of his orgasm, nor did he want to. It felt so good being deep inside her. Her pussy quivered around him, signaling her impending climax, and he quickened his pace. “That’s it. Give it to me. Come on my cock.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned, rolling her hips against him. “Stuart….”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” He let go of her hands, gripping her hip with one hand while the other fit between her legs and rolled her clit. Sabine screamed and shook beneath him. Her pussy milked his dick for everything it was worth, and he gave in to it, letting his orgasm wash over him. “Fuck, coming.” He pounded into her twice more and stilled. His eyes closed, and he came hard, grunting through his release.
For long moments, they clung to each other. He didn’t want to let her go ever. When his breathing finally evened out, he pulled off her and rolled her so she lay across his chest. She fit him perfectly. Her head lay over his heart, and her leg was draped over his. She was so quiet, he wondered if she had fallen asleep.
“You’re…amazing,” she sighed, kissing his chest.
Stuart laughed. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for tonight, Sabine.”
“Likewise,” she murmured, stifling a yawn. “You wiped me out.”
“Get some sleep. I have a feeling when Kyle sees where you ended up tonight, he’s going to want some time with you, too.”
Chapter Eight
Sabine ran a shaky hand through her hair and let out a pent-up breath. What the hell had gotten into her? A night out on the town had been what she had needed, and she had to admit, spending time with Stuart was wonderful. Not to mention the mind-blowing sex. But what now? Stuart had laid it out there for her. If she wanted him, she accepted Kyle. If she wanted Kyle, she accepted him. Deep down, the rational part of her mind said it wouldn’t work. Both men were demanding, and what would happen if they got bored with her? Or one got jealous? What then?
Then there were her feelings.
She told herself what she was experiencing was a hero complex where they were concerned. She’d put them on a pedestal because they had rescued her. So in some messed up way, she, in turn, believed they were made especially for her. It was their job to protect her. Last night happened in the heat of the moment. A chemical reaction due to the stress both of them had experienced. That was all. Yet every time she closed her eyes, all she could imagine was Kyle’s three-day scruff rubbed against her flesh when he nuzzled her and Stuart’s voice rumbling through her when he filled her with his length.
That’s it. Give it to me, baby. Come on my cock….
Sabine huffed out a sigh. Damn, why did they have to be sexy as hell? Why couldn’t they be two old guys with guts drooping over their belt buckles who said y’all at the beginning of every sentence? I’m screwed…literally. Maybe she should go home. Yes, it was dangerous, but it got her away from Drop Dead Gorgeous and his partner, Sex Appeal. She snorted. There was no way in hell they would let her out of their sight, and if she did leave, something told her they would find her and bring her back to their lair of sexual decadence. Dramatic? Yes. The truth? Hell, yes.
After last night, Sabine needed a shower and time to clear her muddled head…to put some space between them. She tried to roll over, but an arm circled her waist. Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself facing Stuart’s back, so that meant Kyle was behind her. Shit. So much for getting any alone time.
“You’re thinking awfully hard there, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” Kyle asked, his voice rough with sleep.
“Nothing,” she lied. “I’m going to get a shower then make us some breakfast or something.”
Kyle shifted and rolled her to him. He was cute in a rumpled sort of way. His chest was exposed to her gaze as the sheet covering them pooled at his waist. The light smattering of freckles that dotted his nose and cheeks also covered his body. For a split second, she imagined herself tracing each spot with her tongue, forming designs. She wondered what he would taste like. Would he be strong and bold like Stuart? Sabine lowered her gaze and watched as the sheet tented at his hips. She sucked in a breath and glanced back up at him. A lazy smile curled Kyle’s lips as his hand dipped below the covers and palmed his semi-hard flesh.
She was in deep trouble.
“Are you sure it’s nothing, sweetheart?” He reached for her hand and brought it under the sheet with his. “Because I think this is something.” He wrapped her hand around his dick and stroked himself. Sabine moaned. She should have gotten out of bed. She should have told him no. Still could. But she didn’t want to. She wanted to see what would happen if she stayed in bed, stupid as that might be.
Her fist tightened around him, pumping his hard flesh in determined tugs. His hips lifted off the bed, and, behind her, Stuart pressed his chest to her back and cupped her breast. She instantly heated, remembering everything she’d done the night before with him. Her pussy ached, and her clit throbbed. In her hand, Kyle’s cock kicked, and a pearl of precum formed at his tip. Sabine gathered it with her thumb and brought it to her lips. Both men groaned while Stuart’s shaft probed at her entrance.
“Let me in, baby.” Stuart gripped her hips and positioned her for him. His stiff, thick length pushed into her, and she gasped. Her belly coiled in need. “Fuck, yes. Suck Kyle. Show him how pretty that mouth is.”
Sabine pulled the sheet away from Kyle, exposing him to her perusal. He was glorious—muscular, with a light dusting of coarse red hair. His long, uncut cock sat up near his belly button. Her mouth watered. Behind her, Stuart’s thrusts were slow, methodical. Only enough to remind her it was his rod filling her up. She dipped her head and ran her tongue through Kyle’s slit, nibbling on the spongy flesh.
Kyle groaned.
His hand fisted in her hair, directing her over him, causing her to grow wetter with each bob of her head. Her moans of pleasure filled the room as Stuart flexed his hips, grinding against her. His tip kissed her womb, tapping the tender tissue several times and forcing a cry from her. These two men were going to be her undoing. Rolling her hips, Sabine teased and tempted Stuart. His hips stuttered momentarily before matching his pace with Kyle’s, whose length nudged the back of her throat as she swallowed around him with a moan.
Kyle growled. “Shit, Sabine. You’re going to make me come, girl.”
A whimpering cry passed her lips as she gazed up at him. Her tongue rubbed against the underside of the crest of his cock, and his eyes closed. The power she had over both of them astounded her. “Ride him, baby. Show him what he missed last night.”
Sabine nodded, pulling off of him while Stuart slipped out of her. Straddling Kyle’s hips, she reached for the condom on the nightstand and opened it. Her gaze never left his as she rolled it onto his length then positioned hersel
f over him. Slowly she sat down, allowing him to fill her inch by inch. He was everywhere at one time, spearing the sensitive tissues of her vagina and pushing her closer to the edge. His hands gripped her hips and slammed the last bit of him into her, sending her headlong into an orgasm. Sabine screamed and jerked, coming around him, as she wiggled her hips, while riding out the waves of her release.
“Shit, sweetheart.”
From beside her, she felt Stuart cup her breast. His mouth covered her, sucking on her nipple, stealing her breath while she continued to move. Her brain was on overload, trying to keep up with both of them. It was futile on her part. She knew it instinctively, yet she continued to try. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when Kyle pressed his thumb to her clit, adding to the building pressure inside her. They were gradually destroying her defenses, worming their way into her consciousness.
“Kyle, please,” she panted. “Make me come.” His rough chuckle had her peeking to stare down at him. His green eyes glittered with desired. His cheeks were flushed, and sweat slid down his temples. Each shift of her hips had him tensing even more.
“Squeeze him, Sabine. Use your pussy, and squeeze him hard.” She did as Stuart asked, clenching around Kyle until a keen whine passed her lips, and she picked up her pace.
She couldn’t stop herself. Her breath came in fast pants. Her tits bounced up and down. She could feel herself tighten expectantly. Pleasure filled her, and when Kyle pinched her clit, she screamed, coming hard. His fingers dug into her flesh, bouncing her on his cock for all that he was worth, and then he stilled. Kyle’s low groan filled the room, and his cock pulsed deep inside her, setting her off once more.
“Fucking hell,” Stuart groaned. “Tell me I can have you, baby. I need in you so bad.”
Limp and completely sated, the idea of Stuart filling her once more made her pussy quivered in response. She nodded her head, and before she could say anything else, he had her on her back and was filling her. His thrusts were hard, demanding. It was different from the night before. He was unhinged.