Winning Streak

by Alice Ward

  When he switched to my other breast, his hand moved too, lower. It didn’t stop until he was cupping my sex.

  “Your pussy’s wet for me.”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  With his mouth, he sucked hard on my nipple while his fingers parted my folds and brushed over my clit. As he circled the little bundle of nerves, he bit down on my breast.

  “Yes!” I cried out. He didn’t hesitate, he bit me again.

  When he moved his mouth to the other nipple, I saw the marks he’d left behind, and wanted more. His finger dipped lower, sliding into my aching core. A second joined the first, filling me, stretching me, twisting and turning, his knuckles scraping my walls.

  “Oh, God.”

  Biting my breasts, almost chewing now, his fingers moved faster, turning until they found the secret place inside me.

  He bit me again, and I exploded, sending a gush of liquid onto the towel. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed or even care that I’d just peed myself because he was making me do it again.

  His fingers were curled, driving hard, the heel of his hand slapping my clit with each stroke. My body tightened, harder and harder.

  “That’s right, baby. Give it to me.”

  “Yes! Yes!” I slammed my palms on his shoulders, then grabbed hold of him as I ground down against his hand. He bit harder, the undersides of my breasts this time. Pain and pleasure combined, causing me to soar.

  When I opened my eyes, I saw him rolling on a condom. He held up the clamps, his eyes asking more?

  I nodded. I was used up, my breasts aching, but I wanted it, wanted everything.

  When he fastened the first one on, I gasped as it bit into my overly sensitized flesh. Oh, the pain. It spiraled down through me, and I twisted as he added the second. He moved back to admire his work.

  “Spread your legs.”

  I did, and he stretched out between them. Ignoring the wetness of the towels, he pressed his mouth against me.

  I cursed as his tongue danced and dipped, licking up and down every inch of me. I writhed, and each movement jarred the clamps, sending the mix of pain and pleasure straight to where he feasted on my flesh.

  “Kane!” I cried out as his lips and teeth closed around my clit. Moving to his knees, he pushed my legs back and apart, spreading me wide for his mouth. He licked lower and lower, and I froze as his tongue circled my anus. The nerves fired, shooting burning heat up my body. Then his teeth were on my clit again as two fingers slid inside. There was pressure on my anus again, and I flinched but didn’t stop him.

  Something smooth breached the tight muscle, and I wailed. Once it was seated, his fingers moved back inside me, his teeth biting my outer lips.

  Too full. So full. Incredibly full.

  He curled his fingers and pressed against that spot that made everything go white. I made a sound I’d never made before, my fingers digging into his skin.

  I was still coming when he crawled up my body and pushed his cock inside me. My eyelids fluttered when he ordered me to open them. Kane snapped his hips forward, driving deep inside me.

  “Yes!”

  He lifted my legs, placing my ankles on his shoulders and leaned forward. The angle drove him deeper, making me gasp. The sound turned into a wail as he slammed into me again and again. Each thrust rocked my breasts, and the clamps tugged at my now-numb nipples.

  He was so hard, his face so tight, I was sure he’d come soon. He didn’t. Instead, he slowed and steadied his pace, showing no signs of slowing.

  From the impossible angle, I was completely helpless, unable to stop what he was doing to me, even if I wanted to.

  My nipples.

  My full ass.

  His body driving into mine.

  But it was the look in his eyes as he gazed deeply into mine that caused the first tear to fall.

  I love you.

  I wanted to say the words so badly. I’d told Zoe how I felt about him, but the words just swirled inside my brain.

  His hand found mine, and our fingers laced together. Moments later, the fingers of our other hand did the same.

  It was an oddly intimate gesture that contradicted the roughness of what we were doing.

  I was on fire as electricity coursed through my veins, across my nerves. Then I exploded, erupted, coming so hard that I couldn’t breathe, let alone cry out. He didn’t stop. Time lost all meaning as our bodies crashed together. It was only me and him in a bubble of our own making, pleasing each other. Pleasing ourselves.

  “I forgive you,” he said as he slammed into me so hard I saw stars. Then I was coming again, my body convulsing with the intensity. “Please forgive me too.”

  Hilted deep inside me, he removed the clamps, and blood rushed back into my nipples. I screamed as the pins and needles stabbed me as I continued to shake. And as he watched me lose all control, he came too.

  He was still pulsing inside me, his hot breath in my hair, when I realized I had also forgiven myself. And I had no idea how to get whatever he’d stuck in my butt out.

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  Kane

  Even though I was stuck in New York while the guys were in Texas, I found myself smiling on occasion. I caught myself whistling a couple of times too.

  “Uh, Kane. How do I get this thing out of my butt?”

  Every time I thought of Eliana asking me that question the other night, I laughed. She was so freaking adorable, and I didn’t think I’d ever laughed as much with anyone as I had with her.

  While I was laid up, I’d developed a new favorite pastime — seeing how many pairs of Eliana’s panties I could steal.

  So far, I’d managed to confiscate six pair. And I had no plans to give them back.

  Instead of going commando as I’d hoped, she’d told me just this morning that she planned to shop for more. Maybe after she’d pampered some pooch on her appointment schedule and she’d fed her “babies.”

  We’d gotten into the habit of getting up early, and I’d help her prepare their meals. I tried to convince her to let me pay for deli sandwiches, but she insisted on doing it herself.

  “Those men deserve at least one home cooked meal, even if it’s just a sandwich.”

  Being away from her was both good and bad. It let me focus on my strength training and stretching exercises before heading to the stadium for physical therapy. The bruise had blossomed to a good nine inches in diameter, and the muscle cramped when I used it too much.

  I smiled. With Eliana, I’d definitely been using it too much. Two or three times a day too much. My good little girl was becoming a sex fiend.

  Zoe moved out yesterday, and I kind of missed her. Kind of didn’t. It was nice to have the place to ourselves. Dad was true to his word and bought a nice walkup near where their old building burned and offered an apartment to all the victims, rent free for a year to help them get back on their feet. He even hired Whitney, Calvin’s wife, to fully furnish and decorate each one.

  Tick. Tick. Tick.

  The ticking of the antique clock my grandmother gave me when I graduated college was driving me crazy, but not only because of the noise. It was a reminder that I was waiting on someone. Eliana. I wondered when she would be back.

  I was becoming obsessed.

  Pushing up from the sofa, I went back to the weight room for another set of reps. Then I went to my office and opened my email, double-checking that the camera on the computer was covered. I was becoming obsessed by that too.

  Clicking through email, I opened the ones marked for the Steele Global board. Although I didn’t plan to join the company for a few years, it was a good thing to keep up with the “ever changing climate” as my dad called it.

  A new email popped up. It was from Mom, letting me know how Nana’s doctor appointment had gone.

  Hi sweetheart,

  Just letting you know that Nana and I will be in California longer than expected. Her doctor approved her for an experimental treatment that might help shrink the tumor in her
brain. I’ll let you know how it goes and when we’ll be back in NY.

  Love you,

  Mom

  P.S. Give Eliana our love.

  I fired back an email, asking her to give Nana my best wishes and love. Damn, I hoped the treatment worked. From what Mom told me one day in private, the doctors thought Nana would start fading soon, as the tumor grew and increased the pressure. As Nana had told me, she would probably make it until Christmas. What Nana hadn’t told me was that she would be normal until Christmas. After that, the tumor would systematically shut her down until she died a few months later.

  I hated the thought. Hated knowing she was going to be in so much pain. It made me sick to think about it.

  My computer pinged again. I clicked the message. The subject read: My favorite.

  Clicking on the source code, I noted the IP address was from Russia, although I doubted it hailed from there. A good hacker could ping their IP around the globe many times. This one just probably landed in Saint Petersburg last.

  With dread sinking its claws in me, I clicked it open.

  I’ve miss you and your antics. Very satisfying to watch. I’ve been taking notes. But since you’ve gone dark, I’ll be forced to enjoy the library I’ve accumulated. Here is a favorite. Give Eliana my best.

  A fan.

  P.S. Send one million dollars to account 871-324-8889-21345-7843 in exactly two hours. Don’t tell me you don’t have access. For every lame excuse you provide, the amount increases by a million. Additional account information is below. Enjoy the show.

  The video was set to a private YouTube account. There was a password for me to unlock it. And yes, it was a video of Eliana and me in the shower, her finger in my ass as she jacked me off.

  I’d been expecting it, but the reality was even harsher than my imagination. What she and I had done with each other was private. And precious. And now it just looked dirty and wrong.

  I thought I hated that the most. Something once beautiful turned ugly.

  Grabbing up my phone, I found the FBI agents’ cards and called Mason. She answered on the first ring. I told her about the email and offered to forward it.

  “No, it’s probably being tracked. Better to do nothing, just print off a copy. We’ll swing by later and take a look.”

  I punched the print button, and my laser printer whirred to life.

  “What do I do? Send the money? Don’t send? What?”

  The agent blew out a long breath. “If you send it, you’ll never get it back. If they want it sent at a precise time, then they’ll be waiting to do an immediate transfer the second it arrives. They’ll transfer it from account to account until it becomes untraceable.”

  “I don’t care about the fucking money, I—”

  “If…” she interrupted my tirade, “they take the money and flee, then you’ll be fine. Game’s over. But, you’re a very rich man. My gut tells me they may be looking to you as a steady income source.”

  She was right. My gut told me that too.

  “Look, we’ll get there as soon as we can. We’re upstate, and it might take an hour or so. Stay put until we arrive.”

  Disconnecting the call, I dropped my head in my hand, wondering what I should do. I could make the payment and see if they go away. If they didn’t, I could then tell them to suck my balls and deal with the video scandal after that.

  Or…

  I was distracted by the sound of the front door opening, followed by the squeak of rubber-soled shoes on the marble. And then a… bleat?

  Picking up the email from the printer, I launched myself from my desk chair and headed out of the office.

  A woman screamed when I rounded the corner. Then her hand flew to her heart. “Mr. Steele, I wasn’t expecting you here today.”

  It was one of the housekeepers who came to clean up what little mess I made throughout the week. “Sorry to scare you, Jan. I’m lame so had to stay home. Forgot you were coming today or I’d have let you know.”

  The bleat came again. I looked down. In her other hand was a baby carrier, the top up and a blue blanket peeking out.

  “So sorry, Mr. Steele. Dustin was sick this morning and couldn’t go to daycare. Since I didn’t think you were home, I thought… I…” The poor woman looked like she was going to break down into tears.

  “No, it’s fine. Bring him anytime. Really.” Stepping closer, I got a better look at the little guy. The moment he saw me, his chubby hands waved up and down, and a broad grin spread across his toothless face.

  I was becoming a sap.

  Eliana was turning me into a lovemaking, baby thinking, marrying forever and ever love struck fool.

  I surprised myself when I asked, “Can I hold him?”

  Jan blinked. “Yes, of course.”

  As she unbuckled him, I folded the paper and laid it on a nearby table and tried to remember when I’d last held a baby. I didn’t yet have any nieces or nephews. A cousin at a family barbecue a few years ago, maybe. A few minutes with Ace’s kid sitting on my lap. That was it. I was practically a baby virgin, yet here I was reaching for this toothless, grinning bundle of blue.

  “Hi, big guy,” I said as I held him in a death grip. His head looked steady enough as he tilted it up to look at me. I knew that much — protect the head at all costs — but he was doing a good job on his own.

  Jan was still standing there, looking unsure as to what to do.

  “Go ahead and do whatever you need to. Dustin and I will be fine. In fact, he’ll be a good distraction.” As I worry and wait for two hours to tick by.

  Her fingers twisted and I wondered if I was holding him wrong. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be an—”

  “Sure, I’m sure. I’ve been going a little stir crazy, so it’s good to have something to do. If we need anything…” like a diaper change, “…I’ll yell.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Steele. I promise to be quick.” She practically ran to the kitchen.

  I turned Dustin until his back was to my front and he could see the world in front of him as I walked to the wall of glass. He leaned forward, his sticky little fingers slapping the glass as he kicked and cooed in my arms.

  “You like the big city?” I asked him, and he kicked harder and passed a few shots of gas that rumbled against the hand holding his butt.

  Whew. How in holy hell did something so foul come from something so little? The fart must have gone straight up the back of his diaper and into my sinus cavity. My eyes watered. I could taste it.

  Moving us away from the stench by the glass, I blinked a few times to clear my vision. Dustin chortled. “Yeah, farts are funny. Always have been, always will be.”

  He chortled again.

  Tick. Tick. Tick.

  Where was Eliana?

  And the feds?

  An hour passed, and Dustin and I were watching baseball when Jan came in to check on us. “He’ll probably be hungry soon,” she said.

  Sure enough, as if the word had poked a hole in his stomach, the baby started to howl. Jan flinched and ran to the diaper bag. I watched intently as she poured a packet of powder into some water and gave the bottle a shake.

  “I’ll take him,” she said, stepping closer, her arms outstretched.

  I stretched mine out in return. “I’ll do it while you finish up.”

  She looked dubious but hesitantly handed me the bottle and a cloth that I stuck under his chin. See, I was a natural. The baby quietened immediately when I stuck the nipple in his mouth.

  The bottle nipple made me think of Eliana’s nipples and how purple they’d become under those clamps. The marks on her breasts. Her screams of bliss-filled agony as she came.

  Growing aroused, I was mortified that I was having those thoughts around an innocent child. I turned my focus back on the game, a rerun of my last one. I pointed at the screen when I took the plate. “See there, that’s me. When you grow up, I’ll teach you how to play baseball too.”

  No, I wouldn’t, I realized.

  B
y the time this kid was old enough, I’d be in California, stuck behind a desk. The thought was depressing.

  “Do you know how to burp a baby?” Jan asked from the hallway.

  I had zero idea.

  Handing him over to her, I watched as she expertly flipped him up to her shoulder. A few pats later, a belch echoed around the living room. Easy enough.

  She handed him back, and he went to work on the rest of the bottle. As he got full, his eyelids began to blink more heavily, his eyes occasionally rolling back into his head. When the bottle was sucked dry, I eased him onto my shoulder and began to pat. Burp! I could have shouted at my sense of accomplishment.

  But I stayed quiet and laid him back down in my arms, propping my elbow up on a pillow. He smiled and blinked sleepily at me. When he closed his eyes for good, I closed mine too and…

  ***

  Woke, startled, and freaking burning up. I looked down, and the baby was still in the crook of my arm, heat coming off him in waves. Was that normal?

  “Jan!”

  Moving, I turned Dustin until he was off my chest. Maybe it was me who’d gotten him too warm. Eliana said I was like an oven. He didn’t wake as I laid him in my lap and pulled the blanket off. His face was red, and when I touched him again, he still felt very hot.

  “Jan!”

  Dustin startled when I yelled, his arms springing out in surprise. He opened his eyes to look up at me, then they rolled back into his head, and he began to shake. Holy fuck, he was having a seizure.

  “Jan!!”

  I turned him onto his side and stuck my finger into his mouth to hold down his tongue. At least that’s what I thought I needed to do. I wasn’t sure.

  “Jan!!!”

  Even though he didn’t have teeth, his gums closed down on my finger hard. I didn’t care. I just needed this to stop, for him to be okay.

  “Jan!!!!”

  The housekeeper came running, skidding to a halt, yellow gloves on up to her elbows. “Oh my god, what’s wrong?”

  “Seizure. Call 911.”

  The gloves were off, and she was flying to the phone. By then, the grip on my finger was relaxing, and the shaking was slowing.