by Virna DePaul
Ty laughed shakily. “Sounds like she likes what you’re doing, Luke. Don’t you, baby?”
In answer, Claire began pistoning her mouth over Ty’s cock even as she pistoned her core over Luke’s. The dual penetration was maddening, the build of pleasure so intense and so fast that her nails were digging into Ty’s thighs, and she couldn’t stop. He didn’t seem to mind as he chanted her name. Taking one hand away from her head, he gripped the base of his shaft and squeezed in time to the strokes of her mouth. She added her hand to the mix, fisting him tightly and lashing at the head of his cock with her tongue before sucking him steadily.
Luke’s cock shuttled in and out of her. In and out. Every withdrawal dragged at the sensitive nerves of her flesh, the friction making her ragged moans escalate to wails. Every return thrust hit a sensitive spot inside her that, before him, only Ty had managed to find. For these men, it was as if they’d planted the bundle of sensitive nerves themselves with the sole purpose of driving her mad with desire. Wanting to do the same for them, she lifted her hand from Ty’s thigh and rubbed at his balls with her knuckles. Then remembering how she’d sucked his thumb earlier, she lifted her fingers to his mouth and pressed against them. With a groan, he captured her fingers in his mouth and sucked, his fingers playing with her nipple keeping time. Not wanting to shortchange Luke, Claire deliberately slowed her movements to prolong his thrusts and, when he was all the way inside her, she clenched her muscles as tight as she could so she was practically strangling his cock.
“Damn,” Luke choked out, “that’s good, Claire.”
Abruptly, Ty turned his face away, releasing her fingers. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to come …”
“Me, too,” Luke groaned from behind her. As he spoke, he reached around her and rooted for her clit with his fingers. Gently, he plucked at the engorged bud. Claire whimpered and would have released Ty’s cock if she didn’t know he was so close to orgasm.
Ty whispered, “Come, Claire. Come with us.”
The explosion that ripped through her almost made her black out. Her body shuddered as she was thrown into an abyss of pure sensation. She screamed around Ty’s cock and was still screaming when he exploded inside her. Almost instantly, as she relished his taste and the sounds of his groans, she felt Luke thicken inside her and then jerk repeatedly as he spewed his seed into the condom he wore.
Ty barely managed to stay conscious as his climax took him. The bursts of semen shot out of his cock, the stream never ending, so that, this time, no matter how she tried, Claire couldn’t swallow fast enough. Dribbles of cum escaped her mouth and trickled down to her chin. After what felt like an eternity, after he was spent and Luke slipped stealthily out of her, Ty helped Claire straighten and pulled her into his arms. Palming the back of her head, he cradled her close to his heart, taking one calming breath after another. Finally, when he could speak, he said, “You’re incredible.”
She hummed and lifted her head. A satisfied smile split her face. “Right back at you.” Her gaze shifted to her right, where Luke was already refastening his jeans. “Both of you,” she said slyly.
To Ty’s amazement, she yawned, laid her face against his chest again, and closed her eyes. She looked perfectly content, with no hint of the embarrassment or uncertainty that had plagued her earlier. He stared down at her, rubbing his fingers against her downy cheek, thanking his lucky stars that she’d been brave enough to come look for him. Of course, once they were out of here, they’d have to address the wisdom of her stalking a biker gang, no matter what her reasons. It would be a challenge, but he’d find ways to satisfy her need for complex sexual stimulation while at the same time keeping her safe. She might not know it yet, but role-playing or the right type of club could replicate adrenaline-inducing situations with amazing accuracy so that getting her off wouldn’t be a problem.
As for letting another man touch her again …
The sound of a throat being cleared made him sigh and focus his attention on Luke. His partner was dressed and, aside from the slight flush on his cheeks and his mussed hair, he looked the same as ever.
“She going to be okay?” Luke asked.
“Better than okay. I’ll make sure of that.”
“We’re okay?”
“Better than okay,” he repeated. “And don’t count on it, but maybe someday, if I ever manage to dampen this possessive streak of mine …”
Luke grinned. “Just tell me where and when, and I’ll be there.” His gaze focused on Claire and his smile slowly faded. “Are you feeling too possessive right now, or can I give her a kiss goodbye?”
Claire jerked in his arms, just a little, but enough for him to know she’d heard Luke. She didn’t move, but he felt the slight acceleration of her heartbeat. After what had happened, it only seemed fair to allow the small intimacy. She’d shared something special with Luke, something Ty had pushed her into. The least he could do was make sure it ended right.
“Come on over,” he said.
At his words, Claire looked up at him, her brow slightly furrowed. “I don’t mind,” she said softly, “but I don’t want you to—”
Ty swooped down and kissed her, using enough tongue that she was soon clutching at his arms and whimpering with renewed desire. His cock was at the ready, and he barely was able to pull back and release her. “That’s so I’ll be on your lips even when his are,” he said. He jerked his chin at Luke. “Do it.”
With an amused tilt of his lips, Luke stepped forward, reached out to cup Claire’s face, but then hesitated. “May I, Claire?”
Her gaze flickered briefly to Ty before she nodded. “Yes. Please.”
Gently, Luke cupped her face. Slowly, so slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers. He didn’t take her the way Ty had. He showed no hint of uncontrollable passion. Rather, he kissed her almost reverently, barely slipping his tongue between her lips before withdrawing. “Thank you for allowing me to be with you. It was an honor.”
Both Claire and Ty sighed with something resembling relief, grateful that the experimentation between the three of them hadn’t caused irreparable harm.
As he straightened, Luke grazed her cheek with his knuckles. “Be happy together,” he said. He took a step back, then several more. “I should go. I’ve got an appointment with a supplier but if you need me to …”
“No,” Ty said. “We’ll be right behind you.”
With a two-fingered salute in Ty’s direction, Luke unlocked the door and then walked through it. His battle cry and the excited chattering that followed told them he continued to maintain his cover.
Claire looked expectantly at Ty. “Are we …?”
He swiped his hand across his jaw. He should get her out of here, especially now that Luke was leaving. But something held him back, bolstered by the knowledge that Jed was gone for the night. “Not yet. I need to have you again. One more time. My dick inside you. Do you want that, Claire?”
She smiled and opened her arms to him. “More than anything. Always. But this time I want to be on top.”
Everything they’d done up to now had been thrilling. She’d experienced more pleasure than she’d ever thought possible, and the notion that Ty was willing to satisfy her appetite for sexual adventure—even to the point that he would let another man touch her—still astounded her. She was actually starting to believe that he was telling the truth, that he respected and accepted the darker side of her desire just as much as her tamer side. The idea of them having some kind of future together seemed far more possible now, but it wasn’t just the sex that made her think so. She’d felt a connection to Ty from the very beginning. He was honorable, brave, pure fun to be around, and right now she simply wanted to enjoy him. No games. No kink. Just the two of them, using their bodies to express how they felt about each other.
With Ty reclining naked on the single bed in the room—he’d laughed when she’d asked him to lay on top of his own clothes and hers, but he’d complied—she knelt on the mattress beside him and slowly fea
thered her fingertips across his face and the toned muscles of his shoulders, arms, and chest. Occasionally, she let her fingers drift lower, skimming his abdomen and approaching teasingly close to the base of his straining erection before pulling back. Although he shifted his legs restlessly and his breathing accelerated, he didn’t rush her, didn’t try to take control. He kept his gaze locked on hers, their connection almost holy.
She added her mouth to the mix, sprinkling kisses over the same paths her fingers took. When she reached his pubic hair, she didn’t pull away again, but rather hovered over his flesh and blew a stream of air against the sensitive shaft. Under her fascinated gaze, his cock grew thicker, longer, and darker, the tip a fleshy purple and the prominent vein traveling the length of him pulsing with his heartbeat. He hissed, and his hands jerked, but he pressed his palms flat against the mattress. With his eyes finally closing, he seemed to struggle for control, something she was suddenly bound and determined to deprive him of.
Moving stealthily, she tongued his shaft from base to tip, then curled her tongue around the head. He groaned, and his fingers clenched into fists. Closing her own eyes, she kept the pressure of her mouth gentle, alternating between licks and sucks, licks and sucks, relishing the taste and warmth of him until he started arching his hips toward her. When she opened her eyes, she found his open as well, and she nearly caught on fire from the heat that emanated from them.
“Enjoying yourself?” he choked out.
“Mmm. Hmm,” she drawled before pulling back. “You?”
He chuckled raggedly. “Uh, yeah. You could say that.” Hands caressing her thighs, he pulled her over him until she straddled his chest. “Sit on my face.”
His blatant request shoved the air right out of her lungs. At first she resisted, but then she recognized the means to his undoing in his bright, lust-crazed eyes. “Will that do it for you?” she asked. “Make you lose control?”
“It’ll do it for me. And the fact that we’re still here proves you made me lose control a hell of a long time ago.”
She started walking on her knees, climbing his body, deliberately dragging her wet core against him. “Will you stop when I ask you to?”
Gripping her hips, he easily lifted her over his face and nuzzled into her with a barely-there pressure that was still enough to nearly drive her mad.
“Oh,” she whimpered, and bit her lip.
He flicked his tongue delicately against her. Once. Twice. Three times. “Now, why would you want me to stop?” he asked.
“Be—because I told you, I want to be on top. I—I—”
His tongue speared into her, and she lost her train of thought for several seconds. Throwing back her head, she closed her eyes and covered her mouth with her palms to keep from screaming his name.
“Mmmph. So good,” he crooned. “So fucking amazing. And you are on top.”
“No. Not like this. I—I want to take you this time,” she said.
“You are taking me.” He shoved his tongue deeper inside her. “Just one, very specific part of me.”
She jerked as he nipped her clitoris. The slight sting of pain caused her hips to jerk, pressing herself more deeply onto his face. He latched onto the engorged pearl at the crest of her core and suckled, his intent clearly to bring her to orgasm. The explosion was nearly upon her when she frantically shook her head and tried to lift herself off him. “No. Stop. I want you to stop.”
His heavy breathing drifted up toward her, and his fingers dug into her hips. For a second, she wasn’t sure he’d stop, but after a moment, his grip loosened, and his head fell back on the mattress. “Do it, then,” he gritted out. “Do it now.”
Swiftly, she scrambled down his body and grasped his cock, positioning it at the opening of her pussy. Instantly, she imagined how it would fill her, stretch her, test her limits with the pure pleasure it would infuse in her. Resolved to take him over the edge with her, she sank down, loving the way her body initially resisted the invasion. He watched her take him as if it was a wondrous sight. “Deeper,” he urged. “Take me deeper.”
“I will. I’ll take all of you. Everything you have to give.”
Pressing her palms against his chest, she ended her statement with a swift downward thrust that buried him to the hilt inside her.
They both cried out. Hands cupping her face, he pulled her down for a kiss. She covered his hands with her own, then entwined their fingers as she rose up and slammed down on him again. They both surrendered control at the same time, and she rode him hard and fast, taking him just as she’d wanted to. He gave himself to her, moving and whispering and thrusting and lunging until they both exploded, and this time neither of them made a sound. It was as if they wanted to contain every drop of emotion and sensation within their bodies so as not to waste a precious drop. But the whole time, they stared at each other, never looking away as they were carried to heaven.
CHAPTER SIX
Ty and Claire dressed silently. Despite the powerful connection they’d experienced only minutes before, the air was rife with tension. Unfortunately, it was a tension that Ty himself was emanating. He knew it. He tried to extinguish it. He couldn’t.
Now that it was time to leave, to get her out of the world he’d been living in—or, to be more precise, make-believing in—he was filled with a combination of urgency and dread. Urgency because he’d been hit by a bad feeling the second their bodies had separated. Dread because a part of him was reeling under the emotional onslaught of what they’d just shared.
Ty was a damn good undercover cop because he had great instincts. The fact that he was getting a bad feeling now, just as he was prepared to get Claire to safety, couldn’t be ignored.
He was also damn good at taking care of people, women especially, and he had no doubt that Claire would be more important to him—hell, she already was—than any person he’d ever met. What he was no longer sure about, what he had no experience with, was entrusting himself to the care of others. He’d practically handed her the key to his well-being, and if she decided to walk away, it would destroy him.
He’d given everything to her. Hadn’t even thought to hold back. She held all the power now. What if he couldn’t satisfy her the way he thought he could? What if he wasn’t enough for her sexually? What if she changed her mind and decided life with a cop, one whose job entailed long hours and sometimes extended periods of separation, wasn’t for her? What if—
Ty jerked as something cool cupped his face.
He blinked.
Claire.
“—thoughts?”
“What?” he said.
“I said, are you having second thoughts? Because if you are, don’t worry. I—I understand things got a little out of hand here. So you don’t have to be afraid I’ll—I’ll expect anything from you.”
Her lips stretched into what he figured was supposed to be a reassuring smile, but it was obviously false.
Dickhead, he thought. If he could have, he would’ve kicked his own ass. Here he’d been freaking out and feeling insecure, and what was the result? He’d made her doubt his desire for “expectations.” Seeing her working so hard to reassure him made his fears of power and abandonment vanish.
Because as much power as she held over him, he knew he held the same over her.
He hadn’t been alone when he’d experienced nirvana in her arms. If she needed him half as much as he needed her, nothing would keep them apart.
Apparently uncertain how to interpret his silence, Claire glanced away. “We’d better go. I heard a car outside and—”
“What? Shit.” Something else he’d missed because he’d been preoccupied. He strode to the boarded-up window, peeked through the slats, and cursed. “It’s Jed. He’s back. Let’s move.”
Cupping her elbow, he dragged her to the video camera in the corner of the room and popped the tape out of it. He placed it in the back waistband of his pants, which he covered with his shirttail. When he caught her looking at him and flushing, he w
inked. “We’ll watch it later.”
She turned even redder and, although he wanted to kiss her embarrassment away, he knew there was no time to lose. He led her from the room and guided her through a gauntlet of raucous, cheering men. Not as many as he’d expected—the place had cleared out during the hours they’d been feasting on each other. Periodically, Ty paused to give someone a high five.
He headed for the back entrance, hoping to bypass Jed completely.
Shit, what had he been thinking? He’d let his dick control his actions when he should have gotten Claire away from the compound as soon as he’d learned Jed had left.
Behind him, she moved quickly. Silently. He frowned, worried by her silence and the fact he hadn’t clarified that “expectations” were just the beginning of what he wanted from her. But safety first. Then they’d talk and make love again and again until he’d banished any doubt about what he wanted.
They banged through the back door and stepped out into the early evening air without any problems. His Jeep was just around the corner, at the side of the warehouse. If they—
“Well, well. Don’t tell me you two are heading off to elope so soon?”
Ty froze.
Jed stepped from behind the building and into view. “A little early for that, isn’t it?”
Claire clutched his arm but remained silent. Calm. He pulled her closer to his side. “I’m just taking the lady home now that I’m through with her, Jed.”
Jed nodded and pursed his lips. “Good idea. Best to beat the traffic if you’re going to make it downtown at a decent hour.”
Claire gasped at the same time Ty tensed. As Jed moved closer, Ty extended his arm in front of Claire. “Get behind me,” he said softly. To Jed he said, “How did you know she lives downtown?”