by Tina Donahue
“Shit,” he whispered, clamping his hands on her head.
She expected him to push her away, unwilling to come like this, at least the first time.
Hunt drew her a bit closer.
Several of the men whistled. “Right on,” Kyle called out.
“Don’t stop,” Hunt gasped.
As though such a thing were even possible. Never would she consider leaving him until they were finished for good…and they would be. Once more, grief pressed close. Alexa willed it away, concentrating instead on her task. She released his left testicle and took the other into her mouth.
Hunt squirmed as she ran her fingers down the separation between his cheeks, seeking his anus.
“Holy fuck shit damn,” he sputtered.
That’s it, baby. Get it all out.
As long as he didn’t order her to stop, life was good. With her thumb stroking his tight ring, Alexa finished with his balls and took his cock into her mouth, not stopping until she’d contained his full length, her face buried in his thick curls.
Hunt panted another series of oaths that sounded more like a plea …a man who no longer had control.
Good. Alexa not only wanted to drive him crazy, she needed to honor him, giving Hunt everything he deserved. A few weeks back she hadn’t believed men like him existed except in the minds of naïve females. Yet here she was, on her knees willingly, thinking of him—not herself—wanting him to have only the best.
When it came to his sexual satisfaction, Alexa could make certain of it. She wouldn’t let him down.
Minutes passed as she worked his cock in her mouth, tonguing the uneven skin at the back of the head, tracing the thick veins on the shaft, listening to his responses, aware of his body’s need. She could have stayed at the undertaking for hours, he tasted so good, she liked him that much. However, that didn’t appear to be what Hunt wanted. He not only fought climax to prolong the pleasure, he seemed to be resisting it completely.
Alexa felt it in the way he held his breath, his tightened hold on her head.
She licked him one last time, then released his rod and whispered, “We have several hours. You can rest after you come. I’ll give you a massage as you do.”
“No.” He kept his face lifted to the tent’s ceiling, his neck muscles corded, the veins bulging. “I’m not going to do that.”
“Come?” Was he joking?
“Rest,” he growled. “And I have you ’til dawn.”
Surprised, she stared. That was nearly eight hours.
He didn’t seem to want to waste a moment of it. Undressing hurriedly, he tossed his shirt. It landed at Ethan’s feet.
The last time Alexa had been with Ethan, he’d mounted her to please their industrialist client who preferred to watch rather than participate.
That definitely wasn’t going to happen with Hunt.
He toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and boxers, kicking them away from the bed.
“Let me,” Alexa said, touching his stockinged feet.
Hunt placed his hand on her shoulder for support as she peeled off his socks and laid them aside. On a whim, she bent down and kissed his toes, continuing to honor and arouse him.
“Alexa.”
He murmured her name with reverence rather than a rebuke. She accepted his offered hand, allowing him to help her up, expecting him to lead her to the mattress.
Didn’t happen. As though they’d rehearsed this moment, Chris and Brad joined them on the platform. Ethan soon followed. Brad held Alexa’s arms behind her back. Chris and Ethan sank to their knees at her sides, their hands on her legs, directing her to part them. Once she had, they held onto her ankles while Hunt watched.
A pulse beat hard in her throat. Bad girl that she was, she taunted, “I thought no one was going to touch me but you.”
“No one’s going to take you except me,” Hunt corrected, regarding how the men had confined her.
Even if she’d wanted to break free, which she did not, their hold and the way Hunt regarded her so casually, so imperially, excited Alexa beyond anything she’d known. She’d experienced it all—fetish, BDSM, even the ever-sweet missionary style, but none of those clients had studied her as Hunt did now. With unguarded desire to rival her own.
She knew if any of these guys dared tried to mount her without his consent, Hunt would have fought them all, ensuring that he had her for his own. He wanted her as no man ever had. She continued to see it in his expression, the mounting tension in his body.
Rarely had she been as thrilled or as scared, worried where this might lead, where it had already taken—
No, dammit. She wasn’t going to screw this up. She’d have a great time, relishing each moment, not thinking of the coming days, weeks, months, years without him.
Where would Hunt be then? How would he look and sound? Wonderful, no doubt.
Alexa sighed.
Kyle wiggled his brows at her and came to the edge of the platform, handing Hunt what appeared to be a small vial of shimmering oil. For her pussy? Surely, Hunt knew she didn’t need the additional lubrication. Had to be for her anus.
With her legs spread as they were, her tightest opening felt deliciously exposed, the muscles tensing in preparation for what was to come.
Hunt poured a bit of the liquid into his palm and lifted it to her nose. The concoction smelled of roses and jasmine, the same as her perfume. Nice. She offered a satisfied purr, waiting for him to go around to her back and prepare her anus for his cock. It wouldn’t be easy to contain his full length given how thick and rigid he was, his rod bouncing with each of his movements. However, she’d do whatever she could to take all of him within that part of her.
“Do your worst,” she ordered.
“My best,” he corrected, spreading the oil over her breasts, playing with her nipples as he suckled her neck.
Bursts of heat lingered on each area he’d kissed and touched. Alexa pushed to her toes at the wondrous sensations. Ethan and Chris pulled her back down. Apparently, she wasn’t allowed movement. Didn’t stop her from trying. She twisted her wrists within Brad’s hands, struggling to free them, desperate to touch Hunt now as she had before. Brad wasn’t as giving as Hunt had been. He held tight, his increased grip telling her she would remain confined until Hunt said otherwise.
He didn’t speak at all, his mouth, tongue, lips and hands telling her what he intended. As he suckled one of her nipples, pulling hard on the small peak, he applied more of the oil, running his hand down her cleft and over her opening already slick with arousal.
She gasped.
Hunt captured her mouth once more, plunging his tongue inside, trying to quiet the sounds she made. Alexa managed a muffled moan. He kissed her even deeper and harder, all while slipping three fingers inside her cunt, then resting his thumb on her nub.
The small rise of flesh was so sensitive, she jerked, then prayed, Rub it.
He didn’t, content to make her wait.
She moaned again, and it got her another savage kiss that she responded to, holding nothing back.
That must have pleased Hunt. He drew his thumb over her clit, a bit too gently for her taste, but at least it was a start.
Harder, her mind begged. Faster.
He pushed her tongue aside when she’d unknowingly tried to take control of the kiss. He stopped stroking her nub, his actions telling her he demanded full submission to whatever he desired.
Alexa relaxed as best she could, even though her body screamed for his touch, for him to use her without restraint and for his pleasure, which would only add to hers.
The music’s tempo picked up, the bass deep and sensual, the brass oh so sexy. Beneath it, she heard other sounds. The men’s heightened breathing, them moving closer to the stage, no doubt for a better look at what was or wasn’t happening. Alexa sensed their carnal excitement, no greater than hers. The only difference being that Hunt would eventually allow her to climax.
At least, she hoped he would.
His kiss was unrestrained, then loving, then wild once more.
It kept her off guard, though hardly unfocused. She kept concentrating on his fingers within her sheath, stretching and filling her, his thumb on her clit.
As he had earlier, he stopped rubbing.
Fuck. Why?
He drove his tongue deeper into her mouth, telling her she’d forgotten about that part of him.
With the same obedience a slave might show—or a woman who was helpless against love—she suckled him.
Hunt drew her closer, his thumb rubbing her clit, harder than the previous time, quicker too. It was such a surprise, Alexa went to her toes again. Her back arched, which pulled her cunt away from his touch.
He draped his arm around her waist, forcing her against him, his gesture ordering her not to move unless he granted her that privilege.
Focused on relief, Alexa complied, even as a part of her resisted. She curled her fingers into fists, digging her nails into her palms each time Hunt neglected to arouse her.
The warmth from his body, the space heaters and her mounting passion intensified the oil’s fragrance, along with her body’s natural musk and his. Surrounded by his scent, powerless against the pleasure building within her, Alexa bowed to Hunt’s will.
He didn’t rush, stroking her gently, then hard. Fast. Slow. Finally settling on somewhere in between. Her body was moist with perspiration, her fists hurting from squeezing them so tight.
It was nothing to match the agony of waiting for climax. Warmth continued to pool in her cunt. Her pussy was so hypersensitive, Hunt no longer needed to touch it for the feelings to remain and build. However, when he did attend to it once more, oh god—
She jerked her mouth from his and choked out a moan, incapable of stopping the orgasm tearing through her. Her legs wobbled and her arms ached from tension. She slumped against Hunt, burying her face in his neck.
He continued to stroke her clit.
Noooo. Alexa shook her head, hoping he’d stop. He didn’t, insisting on having his way, for her to belong to him as he brought her to another climax.
Her chest bumped his with her ragged breaths. She found it impossible to lift her head from his shoulder. When Brad released her wrists, Alexa’s arms dangled at her sides, too weary to wrap around Hunt.
He kissed her temple, a gentle, nearly sacred action that made her want him even more. But only because he was a great lover, nothing else. Once they parted, she’d forget him. She wouldn’t allow herself to think of these moments ever again. If she did, the loss would kill her.
Don’t, don’t, don’t…please.
She didn’t want to think of that now. She demanded pleasure. Using what little strength remained, Alex wrapped her arms around Hunt, clinging to him like the little girl she once was and the lonely woman she’d become.
“You okay?” he whispered.
Never again, not after tonight. “No.” She cleared her throat and spoke with less hesitation. “I’m still horny. How about you?”
Chuckling, he eased back and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed.
She ran her nails across his broad back. “Gonna tie me up now?”
“Will I have to?” He studied her. “Are you planning on running away?”
She had to. They both knew that. Because of it, Alexa kept her manner light and teasing. “I always disappear at dawn.”
Hunt brushed his lips over hers. When she shivered, he did it again. “You’re a regular vampire, huh?”
“Fuck me,” she begged before she realized she would. Cupping his face in her hand, she ran her fingers over his mussed hair. “As hard as you can. Screw me raw.”
He studied her in a way he hadn’t before, making the moment painfully intimate as though he could read past all of her defenses, straight into her ravaged soul. “No need to rush.”
“But I want—”
“Shhh.” He kissed her with great care, as though she might break into a million pieces and he wouldn’t be able to make her whole again. “We’re doing this my way. One on one. No rush. And everything I desire.”
Chapter Ten
He saw her yearning. He sensed and understood her fear. She’d been dismissed as a child, never valued by those who should have treasured her above everything else in the world. She expected nothing more from a man than the momentary pleasure he could give her and what she could take.
She intended to do the same tonight. Hunt couldn’t blame her. They didn’t know each other as lifelong friends or a couple who had decades invested in a relationship, though they would. He was going to make certain of it.
Alexa was in his blood, already such an intimate part of his being, removing her would be as impossible as changing his eye or skin color. Tonight, he was going to show her that a man could be in charge without causing her heartache. That her following his lead and allowing herself to be truly vulnerable wouldn’t bring any pain. It would free her to soar.
They’d do that together.
He settled her on the mattress and straightened, taking in the incredible picture she created. The candlelight added a touch of gold to her ivory complexion, the fluttering shadows licking her naked flesh. His unwavering attention and desire had tightened Alexa’s nipples to rosy little buds. Her tousled hair looked as though she’d just awakened from a satisfying sleep, the tresses fanned out around her, shiny and black, matching the night’s sky. With a look of wonder, she regarded him, her sadness contained for the moment.
A good way to mark the beginning of their time together.
The three guys who’d held her left the stage. Four more took their place as planned. Hunt had choreographed these moments with more care than the arguments he presented to those on the Hill. The men tonight knew what to do and how much of Alexa they could touch.
It wasn’t a lot.
She glanced from man to man, giving the redheaded one a gentle smile, then finally looked at Hunt. “What are you doing?”
“Preparing you.” He stroked her inner thigh, pausing at the delectable curls between her legs.
She arched her back and emptied her lungs in a noisy huff.
Two of the men near the redhead—one of them Asian, the other a muscular African American—went to either side of the bed and sat, causing the mattress to shift and the springs to groan. The guys held onto her ankles, parting her legs. Another pair of men, these tow-headed twins, moved to the head of the mattress, holding Alexa’s hands above her shoulders, restraining her fully so Hunt could do whatever he liked.
He wanted it all and then some.
Forcing himself not to rush, he watched her reaction as he trailed his fingers over both her breasts, circling her areolas with his forefinger. A soft purring sound spilled from her, telling him she liked what he was doing. He moved lower, over her ribs. Alexa’s smile widened with her giggle.
“Tickle?” he murmured.
“A little.”
If he’d already had her half a dozen times tonight, he might have tickled her until she was panting, then gathered her into his arms while she settled down. As it was, he decided to tease Alexa a bit, knowing how much she enjoyed that.
“Tighten your hold on her,” he ordered the men.
She watched as they did, her expression questioning Hunt’s intent.
He ran his fingers over her ribs again. She tensed, no doubt waiting for him to tickle her until she was breathless with laughter.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Depends. What are you going to do?”
“Do?” He rested his hand on the side of her torso, his thumb stroking what he guessed was the most sensitive part of her.
Alexa writhed a bit. “I don’t like being tickled.”
She didn’
t like being out of control. “Yeah, I know.”
“What—how could you know that?” Her brows lifted. “It was in the stuff you had your investigator dig up on me?”
“All public knowledge. Perfectly legal. And no. I found it on your Facebook page.”
She gave him a sultry smile. “I’m not on Facebook.”
“Good. Don’t ever think about putting yourself on there, understand?”
“I don’t think I do.” She studied him, her previous humor gone. “You’re getting awfully bossy. That needs to stop.”
“I’ll try to remember that.”
“You’ll try?”
He smiled innocently at her don’t-give-me-that-crap look, then ran his fingers around her navel, a dainty half moon as lovely as the rest of her. Bending down, he touched it with the tip of his tongue.
She sighed.
Her tummy rippled gently with the faint exhale of air. The pleasure he’d given made Hunt’s cock even harder, eager to become a part of her once more. With any other woman, he would have obeyed his lust, wanting nothing more than release and a bit of rest before resuming. With Alexa, he denied himself so he could give her everything she deserved.
He kissed her belly and sat up, easing his hand lower, stopping at her slit, damp with her previous orgasms, her nub still erect.
As he stroked it, Alexa’s mouth fell open on a pleased gasp.
Her parted lips begged Hunt for a kiss, a chance to taste her once more. He fought the urge and the many others he had…to touch each part of her body, marking his territory, making her his. There was so much to do with her, he had trouble deciding how he wanted to begin.
She lifted her ass, bringing her cunt closer to his hand, trying to run the show again.
Not tonight.
Making his decision, Hunt climbed onto the bed and straddled her, facing her feet. God love her, she still had her heels on. If she hadn’t, Hunt wasn’t certain what he would have done. Bitched probably, for having his fantasy ruined before he could make it real and lasting, beginning with this act.
For once, she didn’t question what he was doing. Her silence said she knew.