Begging for Hale

by Marie James

  Garrett pulls his body away from mine entirely and starts to walk towards the bedroom. I notice that he gives his head a hard shake and I wonder what it’s all about. Lacey and I follow behind him, hand in hand.

  He turns to face us once he reaches the bed, holding his hand out to me. Once my hand lands in his, he guides it down his body to the top of his jeans, giving me permission now to take them off. I glide to my knees at his feet and Lacey follows suit.

  Her lips are on my shoulder, landing soft kisses as I slide his zipper down; I can’t take my eyes off the bulge behind the denim. I lick my lips in anticipation, knowing full well what he has hidden. Leaving his jeans on his hip, I reach further down to take off his shoes but stop short one I realize his feet are bare. One last thing I have to worry about.

  I reach up to grip his cock through his jeans but falter when Lacey’s teeth sink into my shoulder. “Let me help you,” she whispers in my ear. I watch as her hands wander up Garrett’s jean clad legs, creeping towards his cock.

  For a brief second, the idea of her touching him in this way agitates me. I do my best to drop that feeling quickly. I know that chances are I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t seen us together on the dance floor. I take my eyes off of what her hands are about to do and look up at Garrett. I find soft eyes, watching me. He’s not even looking at Lacey and the effort she’s using to release his cock from his pants.

  From out of the corner of my eye I can see Lacey has fully released him from the confines of his pants. She has sat back on her heels, a look of complete awe on her face. I know right? I want to say to her as she takes in Garrett’s beautiful cock. I turn my full attention back to him. His eyes are still on me and he licks his lips and cups my face with his palm.

  He angles his hips towards me and I take this as an invitation. I slip closer to him, reach my hand up, and grip his rock hard length in my fist, slowly bringing it to my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. As I suck him into my waiting mouth, I see Lacey reach under him and cup his heavy sack.

  The feel of his velvety cock running over my tongue combined with his mildly musky all man scent is wreaking havoc on my senses. I close my eyes when I feel his hand reach behind my head, guiding me down his cock. The groan that leaves his lips causes goose bumps to race across my skin.

  “Alexa.” I hear him whisper with reverence causing me to slowly open my eyes and look up at him once more. The soft upward tug of my hair has me standing up. I look down briefly to make sure he’s being taken care of. The second my lips slide off of him, Lacey takes my place, her red lips wrapping around and taking him deep.

  “Angel?” The urgency in Garrett’s voice make me look back at him seconds before I almost make Lacey take her hands off him.

  The second I turn and face him his lips are on mine. The sensual stroking of his tongue against mine registers low in my belly and have me clenching my thighs together, the pulse in my core matching the stroke of his skilled tongue. With his hand still on my face I feel his other one reach around my back and find the zipper to my dress.

  The seductive rasp of my zipper flows through my body, the anticipation of Garrett sliding into me is almost too much to bear. I lower my arms and allowing him to glide my dress off my shoulders and fall to the floor, leaving me nude. I step out of the dress with one foot and use the other to kick it gently to the side; his mouth never leaves mine.

  The hand he used to unzip my dress rests on my hip and my body jolts when I feel the sudden swipe of Lacey’s tongue at the apex of my thighs. How do I keep forgetting she’s here?!? A soft moan escapes my lips at the warmth and attention she’s giving me. Garrett takes a small step back, trying to figure out what would’ve caused me to break away from his mouth.

  His heavy eyes find Lacey with her head buried between my thighs and a slight smile marks his face. He turns my body and negotiates his way behind me, giving Lacey full access to the front of my body.

  “Feel good?” Garrett whispers against my cheek as his hands come up to fondle my bare breasts. I hiss when he pinches my nipples. The sensations are overwhelming and I widen my step giving her more access to my center. I close my eyes and picture Garrett between my thighs, licking me from back to front.

  I feel him leave from behind me and I almost stumble back, my body instantly cold and missing his touch. He tugs my hand as he walks towards the bed. Climbing on the massive king sized bed, he lays down right in the center of it. He inclines his head, telling me to join him.

  I slink over to the bed, my eyes landing back on his cock. It’s thick and hard as stone, lying against his body, curving towards his navel. Lacey’s hand slides down my back as I make my way onto the bed. I can’t fight the urge to have him back in my mouth. I know it’s in an attempt to remove Lacey’s touch and replace it with my own. I lay across the bed, angled towards his cock and I notice Lacey mirrors my behavior on the other side of him. He caresses my back as I lean in to take him in my mouth and I can’t help but smile when I notice his hand on Lacey’s side is curled up behind his head. He hasn’t touched her once since we came in to the suite. I’m doing my best not to read too much into that.

  Chapter 13

  Garrett

  Holy shit! Alexa…in a threesome? I thought it was the best idea ever when I saw her on the dance floor at Club Ice. It’s not really a repeat if there are two females; it’s a whole different situation…right?

  The minute they showed up at the hotel suite I had already regretted asking her to bring her friend. The sight of her in that red dress and the way it swayed around her thighs when she walked towards me had my cock hard as steel in an instant; her friend was quickly forgotten.

  On the bed now, I watch her as she slides my shaft into her mouth. The sensation of her hot tongue causes my stomach muscles to contract. I run a gentle hand up her back, encouraging her to keep going. I have no idea where this soft and tender side of me came from but Alexa seems very receptive to it.

  A groan escapes my lips when I feel Alexa scrape her teeth over the crown of my cock; then the sensation is gone as she takes me quickly to the back of her throat. She continues to stroke me with her talented mouth and I marvel at her skill level. My fingers tingle on her back as I resist the urge to fist her hair and direct her movements; my body knows she has no room for improvement.

  The prickling urgency in my balls alerts me to my imminent release. In an attempt to postpone the inevitable I glide my hand up the silky, smooth skin of her back and grab her hair, pulling her off of my cock. She turns her head towards me, licking her lips.

  Don’t worry Angel; you’ll get a chance to suck me off some other time.

  Where in the hell did that thought come from? A few minutes of her sucking my cock and all of a sudden I’m making mental plans to have her mouth around me again?

  I lick my lips and look down at her, needing something to take my mind off the realization that this woman is starting to get to me.

  “Come here,” I say as I gently tug on her hair. As she begins to slink her body up mine I can feel the blonds’ overeager mouth on my cock, and I want to knock her off even though her attempts barely even register once Alexa’s face is above mine. When she leans in to kiss me, her mouth on mine is all I feel. I caress her mouth with mine, palm her heavy breast, and swallow her moans.

  “Sit on my face, Angel. I want my tongue in that sweet cunt of yours.” The look of pure desire on her face says it’s what she wants as well. Her slow slither up my body is torture; every second of my mouth not being on hers I spend in tantalizing misery.

  The hiss she releases through her teeth when I take my initial swipe of her saturated folds makes me smile against her body. She loves my mouth on her as much as I love her mouth on me, which is evident from her inability to control her body as she’s grinding and rotating her pussy against my mouth. The pressure she’s applying as she sits on my face leaves me without air several times and I can’t help but to think drowning in her pussy would be the best way to die. I k
now she’s ready for more when she whimpers at the feel of two of my thick fingers sliding into her.

  My awareness of the cool air on my cock has me lifting Alexa off my face. I inspect the situation of my bottom half through the gap in her thighs. Blondie’s shifting on the bed and trying to situate her snatch over my dick. Not gonna happen sweetheart. There’s only one pussy that cock will be entering.

  I push Alexa towards the top of my head and slide my body from underneath her; the blond girl backs out of the way with a smirk on her face. It’s apparent she thinks I’m shifting my attention to her, she couldn’t be more wrong. I twist on the bed and mold the front of my body against Alexa’s, both of us on our knees, her head resting on the headboard. I can’t help but to reach around her and slide my fingers back down to her wetness. I hardly register the huff from the other woman; at this point she’s inconsequential and I’m getting the impression that she has realized that.

  Alexa continues to ride my fingers when I lean in and speak softly in her ear. “You ready for me?”

  Her only answer is her body bending over and her jutting out her ass. The look of my cock lying heavily in the crease of her ass is awe-inspiring. She glides her hand under the pillow at her head, grabbing the strip of condoms I have waiting there; she remembered from last night. After opening one with her teeth, she holds the condom above her head for me to take.

  I make quick work of the condom, already missing the warmth of her body against mine. She moans when I insert my fingers into her, grinding her hips against my hand. I’ve waited long enough to be back inside of her. I withdraw my fingers and sweep her wetness over the tip of my cock, before slowly easing into her body to the root.

  My hips still behind her as my cock revels in the heat of her core. My eyes shoot open when I feel a shift on the bed. Blondie has maneuvered herself close to the head of the bed, her lower body angled towards Alexa’s head. Her goal is obvious, but I doubt Alexa has any plans to put her mouth on the stranger’s body.

  Alexa brings me back to her, with a not so subtle grind of her hips against me. I give her what she wants by pulling out almost to my tip and lazily coasting back into her. Her moans sit heavy in my balls and I realize that the removal of her mouth from my cock and the lapse in time while I licked her hot pussy has done nothing to abate the orgasm that’s brewing inside me.

  Blondie’s hand snakes out to grab one of Alexa’s breasts as she fingers herself to the side of the bed. Unable to watch this woman’s hands on her again, I grip Alexa around her waist with one hand, the other arm around her shoulders, effectively lining her straight up against mine. The look on Blondie’s face almost make me laugh. She knows she’s being jilted.

  Alexa is kneeling, still on her knees but her body is against mine, the slight backwards curve of her hips allow me full penetration. The larger area of contact with her body has me thrusting into her faster and harder than I’d wanted to, but I’m a man past the point of control.

  “God, Alexa! You feel so fucking good! You’re going to make me come so hard!” A whimper is her only response.

  I can see the blond trying to snake her way once again to Alexa, her mouth open, attempting to suck a nipple in her mouth. She’s relentless. “On your back for me, Angel.”

  She complies immediately; Blondie is only able to graze Alexa’s breast with the tip of her fingers before they’re out of her reach. Alexa lays back and spreads her legs wide, opening up for me. I quickly get into position and I’m entering her before the other woman is able to move. I lay my entire body against Alexa’s and slant my mouth over hers. My hand reaches down and grips her hip, persuading her to wrap her legs around me.

  I gently rock into her while kissing her with more passion than I’ve ever showed another woman. I can feel her core tighten; it’s clenching me, preparing for her release.

  “Come with me, Angel.” She throws her head back and her hot center clutches at me in tight pulses. I roar, my orgasm hitting in sync with hers.

  I continue to kiss her as our bodies regulate.

  “Fuck this!” I hear Blondie say. I feel her slide off the bed and can hear her gathering the clothes she removed from her body. Alexa giggles against my chest when the sound of the suite door slams shut.

  “You never touched her,” Alexa says with a look of awe on her face.

  “Angel neither did you.” I say against her mouth, attempting to go in for another long, hot kiss, my cock still erect and buried deep inside her.

  She pulls her head back, a look of contemplation on her face as she runs through the events of the night. I can tell the moment she realizes I’m telling the truth. A huge smile spreads across her face, then she begins to laugh hard enough that she’s shaking both of us.

  “You’re right!” She exclaims through fits of laughter.

  Chapter 14

  Alexa

  My laughing ends the second Garrett leans in and kisses my smiling mouth, this kiss is the most aggressive so far tonight. I give as good as I’m getting. My tongue is sliding against his and every bit of my attention is on him. The world could crash down around us and I wouldn’t notice.

  He grips my bottom lip with his teeth and tugs allowing it to slide from his mouth. His eyes are smiling down at me, but I notice the hard set of his jaw.

  Here we go; this is where the night ends.

  He doesn’t move however, his concentration on my mouth causes me to smile up at him. I almost groan when he licks his lips and runs his own bottom lip through his teeth.

  “You pissed me off last night,” he says with no hint of malice.

  “How so?” I whisper back to him.

  “You left and I wasn’t done with you.” He says as he runs his nose down the side of my face.

  My eyes close as I enjoy the soft moment but I don’t respond to him. In fact, I’ve no idea what to say.

  “So,” he says, pulling his still semi hard cock from me. “I’m going to go take care of this condom, and then I’m going to come back and take care of you.”

  I watch as he shifts his weight and vacates the bed, his muscular back flexing and bunching with his movements. “Am I in trouble?” I ask in a sly voice.

  “Oh, Angel. So much trouble.” He stops just short of the bathroom door and turns around and smirks at me. “Get ready for your punishment.”

  My newly emptied core clenches at his words, ready for whatever he plans to give me. I close my eyes and try to imagine what he could possibly have in store for my body.

  I jolt awake when I feel a hand run up my bare calf, past my knee, and onto my thigh. I’m scatterbrained for a second, and then a wave of embarrassment rushes over me. I fell asleep? How is it even possible to fall asleep while anticipating the delicious Garrett Hale?

  My eyes shoot to his when I hear him chuckle. “Even sleep won’t save you from what I have in mind.” His head dips down and nips my thigh. I wince even though the erotic bite causes me to dampen further.

  “What exactly do you have in mind?” My question comes out more breathy and sexual than I had intended.

  “You’ll see,” he answers as he reaches down beside me. I see him hold up a long strip of black silk. “Actually you won’t see.”

  His smirk is the last thing I see before he positions the fabric over my eyes and ties the scarf around my head. “Too tight?” He whispers in my ear. The gravely timber of his voice was already increasing the wetness at my center; the loss of my sense of sight combined with the increase in sound awareness is blissful torture.

  I shake my head slightly to let him know that the scarf is acceptable. Now that he has covered my eyes, I lay back on the bed. I feel it shift under his weight and can tell he has left me. I’m tempted to raise the corner of the scarf to see what he’s doing but decided I like the game he’s playing and don’t want to spoil any surprises.

  I gasp when I hear a clink and I can recognize that sound from anywhere. He has recovered the belt from last night. I smile; thrilled that it’s coming
back into play for us.

  “You like the sound of that, Angel?” His mouth is near my ear and it startles me. I thought he was across the room. I wave my head up and down, my smile never leaving my lips. “And if I plan to use it on your ass rather than tying your hands with it?”

  My eyes go wide behind the blindfold and my smile falters marginally.

  I feel him trail the belt across my shoulder, over the swell of my breast, and down my hip, resting it at the apex of my thighs. The touch of cold leather at my center causes my skin to break out in goose bumps and a shiver runs across my entire body. Thinking back to how my body responded to his last night, I’m not even surprised that I’m feeling more anticipation than apprehension.

  I sigh when he removes the belt from my body, but let out a mild shriek when he grabs my ankle and tugs me to the edge of the bed. My hands reach out to try and find purchase to assist in the prevention of me flying off the bed. My fingers tangle in the sheets as my body slides off the bed. I land softly on my knees on the carpeted floor.

  “I’m coming in that pretty little mouth of yours tonight.” He says and without even being asked I open my mouth and wait for his cock. My hands are resting on my thighs because last night he didn’t want me to use them at all, but when I feel the lush head of his cock on my lips, they want to reach up and stroke him. My hands stop short of his shaft and I rest them on his thighs, the coarse feel of his leg hair sends an erotic tingle up my arms. I lean my head in further and take him down my throat, the hum from my gut vibrating along his shaft. I want to smile when I hear him moan, but he’s too deep to tolerate it.

  “Touch me, Angel.” He rasps. I angle my head up to his as his palm rests on my cheek. My hands slide up his thighs, one cupping his balls the other gripping the base of his cock. This soft, gentle Garrett is not what he just offered me and it leaves me feeling deprived.

  Deciding to take matters in to my own hands, I try to shift the mood by attacking his cock with rapid sucks and pulls, my grip on his sack tightening. I can feel his legs quiver and I know he’ll be coming down my throat any second.