by Kaely Steel
I jumped. “That’s cold.”
“Ssshhhh,” he murmured as he carefully commenced to lap up the golden liquid, his raspy tongue greedy against my breasts. My belly. Tickling me with his just-started beard.
He sipped from my navel as if it was a tiny chalice, and he didn’t want to waste a drop. “I’ve been longing to do this forever. I imagined it like this, warmed by your skin, my two favorite flavors combined into one heady nectar.”
He trickled more port onto my hips, my mons, before he rubbed it into my lips then gorged himself upon me as I rode out the storm of passion he unleashed inside of me. Orgasm heaped atop orgasm into one mindless, senseless, stream of pleasure, the likes of which I’d never imagined. I was exhausted when he finally stood.
“Turn over.”
When I didn’t move he rolled me onto my stomach.
“What...?” I tried to twist around to face him, but he gentled me, pushed my hair aside and fastened his lips to my nape.
I lay still and absorbed the sensations washing over me and through me. The slick duvet beneath my swollen, overly sensitive breasts and pussy. I felt the cool sticky moisture of port, followed by his adoring tongue’s questing heat as it snaked a slow, torturous path down my spine, his hands lightly grazing the globes of my ass. Followed by his tongue. Licking, lapping, sucking, stirring me to new pinnacles of frenzied anticipation.
With one finger he gently teased the crease of my ass, almost tickling but far too sensual. His touch grew bolder, circled the tiny mouth of my anus.
I squirmed helplessly before my hips rose to his teasing touch and I opened in every possible way. I was so hot, so wet, so on the edge of something new and different, almost frightening in intensity.
Wulff shoved his fingers inside my pussy to dampen them, then slid the tip of his baby finger into the opening of my anus. I gasped, felt the slight stretching to accommodate him, then moaned aloud as he withdrew and reinserted that single digit in a slow, deliberate penetration.
Desperately I moved with him, rubbed my breasts and my streaming vag against the slightly abrasive duvet, but my motions only served to intensify the impact of his motions and increase my frustration.
Wulff leaned over, still half-dressed, and spoke directly in my ear. “You like that?”
“No. Yes. I’m not sure.”
“You’re so tight. So beautiful. So virginal. I want to fuck you there.”
“You’re too big. It’ll hurt.” I bit my lip hard, remembering another time and place. How much it hurt.
“I’d never hurt you.”
I let out a breath.
I had to believe him.
I needed to pretend to trust him so he would trust me.
I heard him fumble with his jeans and felt his immense, throbbing cock against my ass. Instead of attempting to penetrate me, I felt him tonguing me, kissing me, loving me. While I was still absorbing the kaleidoscope impact of his attentions he tugged me backward, raised my hips and drove himself into my wet and waiting vag.
I groaned aloud at the fabulous relief of his cock finally filling me. His balls slapped my clit as he fucked me fast and furious, the way I craved. I matched my movements to his, tried to tighten my inner walls around him and squeeze him in my depths, but I was too wet to hold him as he pounded in and out of me with an intensity so amazing I nearly forgot to breathe.
I reached back between us and fondled his balls with one hand while we fucked, my other hand gliding down to circle the wet slickness of my clit. Release flooded through me. I screamed, muffling my scream against the duvet, then screamed again as Wulff dipped his baby finger back inside my anus, deepening the rush of my orgasm.
When he finally came his entire body shuddered and shuddered again. I felt his muscles convulse against me as I sank exhausted and boneless into the mattress.
He gathered me into his arms, cradling my head on his chest, close to his heart.
“Who hurt you, Fallon? If he’s still alive, I’ll kill him.”
Chapter 6
FALLON
I rolled over and wrapped my arms around Wulff’s torso, traced the memories he wore proudly of his children. He couldn’t protect them, but he was willing to protect me. No one had ever cared before to protect me. Not even men who pretended to love me.
“It was a long time ago.”
“Who was he?”
I stared at the ceiling. Did I want to talk about it? Only if it served my cause. “My mother’s brother. She used to leave me with him when she went out on a drunken pub crawl. She didn’t believe me when I told her, because then she wouldn’t be able to go out, to pick up men and stay out all night.”
“You were betrayed twice.”
“When I was older I ran away. It wasn’t hard to find men willing to pay me for what my uncle took for free. He’d been rough. There was internal damage. But mostly I healed. Along the way I learned to use people the way I had been used.”
Wulff pulled the duvet up over us. Until that moment I hadn’t realized I was cold. I burrowed into him, seeking his body heat. Seeking his protection.
“I worked my way through law school because I wanted to defend innocent people unable to defend themselves. Call girl at night and law student by day. It didn’t take me long to learn how the judicial system favors those with power.
“Then one of my regular old guys took a liking to me. Not only did he take me under his wing, he taught me about his world and made it my world too. He said I had passion to right the world’s wrongs, and so he provided the means. And here I am. Ready to go to war if I have to. The General will not win.”
“G Force is your army, Fallon. Yours to command.”
I rolled over so I could look directly into his silver gaze, warm now in the aftermath of our intimacy. “Do the others feel the same?”
DARE
I knew Fallon was with Wulff. Women were always drawn to him, maybe because he had lost his kids due to corporate greed and corruption and they wanted to help him heal. I didn’t mind. I knew Fallon needed me for whatever came next. And I was ready to serve.
The act of serving others had been a damn tough lesson.
I lived in a world of computers where people and feelings and emotions didn’t exist. Code and hacking and information reigned supreme. And I loved it. It was my strength, my passion, my all. I had no loyalty other than to my current project. Along with proving that I was smarter than everyone else out there doing the same thing.
That ego is what ultimately destroyed me when I came across a massive global cover-up. What I found was potentially world-changing. Rather than do the right thing and see the information got to the right people, I crowed my jubilation, laughing at the other hackers who weren’t as smart as I was.
Had I known people better, understood human nature better, I would never have made such a grave error. That singular mistake resulted in my fiancée and our unborn child being killed by the men who came looking for me. I didn’t mourn the loss. I wasn’t capable of that much emotion. I only sought revenge.
I went into hiding. I wasn’t sure I could trust The Group, but what choice did I have? I knew about them. Knew I could serve them well. At the same time, I could get justice. Instead, I got way more than I bargained for.
The G Force was my first chance to be part of something normal. I had to learn basic things others take for granted. Friendship, family, loyalty and love. These men were my friends and family. I loved them. I would kill for them. And now would come the ultimate challenge.
To love Fallon.
Could I love and serve at the same time? It looked like I had no other choice.
“Fallon, could I see you downstairs for a minute?” I’d walked in on the rest of them gathered around the island, watching Ledger perform some magic that would likely end up being one of the best things I had ever tasted in my life. Before I came here, food was simply fuel. These days it was a sensory experience to nourish the soul and feed the body. I’d not known how much I�
�d been starved my entire life. Human touch. Human warmth. Human love.
I’d come a long way but I still felt a bit of a loner, like I was interrupting something I wasn’t part of. I doubted anyone else felt that way besides me.
“Sure, Dare.” Fallon gave me this beauteous smile that melted my insides and stroked my ego. She liked me. She really did. She wasn’t just using me. I was one of her army. An integral part of the G Force. I liked feeling that I belonged. That I mattered.
I didn’t invite anyone else to join us in the command center and they respectfully stayed behind. I’d fill them in eventually, but I wanted to show my findings to Fallon first. She perched on the chair closest to mine, waiting for me to speak.
I said, “You remember how we found that blood on a leaf in the woods a while ago?”
“Yes. You analyzed it and turned out it was from the General.”
“Right. Well, something has always bothered me about that, so I did a little more testing.”
She swept a hand through her glossy black hair. “Bothered you because the results disappeared in seconds?”
“That too. At the time it made no sense.”
“Of course it did. Someone was protecting the General.”
“Maybe. But what if someone was trying to frame him instead?”
Her brow furrowed as she tried to follow me. “Frame him?”
“It just seemed awfully convenient, finding that blood sample. Would the General really be that careless? The trail we found was a little too obvious, too easy to find. Just like the blood.”
I had her full attention now.
“I took another look at the sample I submitted for analysis. The way I read it, that blood samples was already twenty-four hours old by the time we found it.”
Her eyes widened. “And there is no way it could have been out there an entire day before you found it?”
I shook my head. “We were out there minutes after the alarm sounded. Wulff took Jenna to safety and the rest of us hit the woods.” I paused to let what I was saying sink in. “The stage was deliberately set. Someone wanted that blood to be discovered.”
Fallon jumped to her feet and started to pace as she took in the connotations of what I had just told her. “Yet the results identifying whose blood it was were deleted.”
“Not before you saw it. We didn’t need to know whose blood it was, but you did.”
“That way I would shift all my suspicions to the General.”
“Leaving whoever is really behind all this free and clear to do their worst.”
Fallon shook her head. “I never saw this coming.”
“You were set up. Happens all the time. You know someone is trying to take over The Group and maybe the General is involved, but he’s not the ring-leader.”
Right before my eyes Fallon seemed to lose stature. She looked up at me, her green eyes clouded with uncertainty, her confidence clearly shaken. “I don’t know what to do.”
FALLON
I swallowed the bile that always choked me when I felt powerless. My head swam, as if the room was short on oxygen. My skin was damp with all the anxiety of a powerless and frightened eleven-year-old being assaulted.
I threw myself into Dare’s arms, culling his strength, seeking only to regain my sense of power.
I needed him with an urgency that caught us both by surprise. It was only right that it be here and now, in Dare’s domain.
Our eyes locked. The air between us grew turbo-charged as we both tore off our clothes with an urgency that superseded all other thought.
I sighed into him as he kissed me, my hands atop his shoulders for balance. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist.
“That’s better.” He spoke against my lips while his chest got acquainted with my breasts.
“Much better,” I agreed, angling his head to mine as I kissed him. The first kiss had been a greeting; finally. The second kiss was deep and hungry, demanding fulfillment, and excitement spiraled through me as his need met and matched mine.
I raked my nails through his hair to his scalp, then trailed my hands down the back of his neck, over his shoulders to his chest, where I ruffled the crisp dark hair teasing my breasts. Ankles locked behind him, I pivoted in his embrace, making certain he could feel the heat radiating from my V-zone.
He groaned and ran his hands up the slope of my spine to my shoulder blades, then back down in a slow glide to cradle my ass and lever me tight against him.
I loosened my grip and guided his hands to where my breasts bobbed pertly between us, alabaster white in the dim light, my hard nipples shadowed by my areola. I moaned softly as he palmed them, shaping and reshaping their softness. I swayed from side to side, my nipples hardening into tight buds of temptation.
Dare obligingly sucked first one, then the other. A bolt of sensation shot through me directly from my breasts to my inner core and I gave a shiver of reaction as I purred my pleasure and tangled my fingers through his hair.
“I need to taste all of you.” He maneuvered our entwined bodies to the couch against the back wall, set me down, then knelt before me. I leaned back, using my hands for balance. My legs parted, liquid and boneless beneath his touch.
He ducked his head to the inside of one knee, licking and tonguing his way slowly toward me, stopping just shy of his target before he repeated the procedure on my other leg. Tingles ran up the backs of my legs from my knees to my upper thighs. I could feel the tiny rosebud of my clitoris blossom in anticipation.
Dare’s heated breath on my outer lips traced their shape, followed by the resultant swell of blood rushing to turn up the heat inside and out.
My inner lips and clit throbbed with need, impatient to have him seek their sweetness but he detoured, returned to my inner thigh, then up to ring my navel. Finally, his mouth slid over my mound to give me the most intimate kiss of all.
He used his hands to gently open me, granting himself better access till I decided to help and leave his hands free for other things, like my breasts.
First he laved my hardening clit, then gently sucked it. My breath caught. I reared up in pleasure as his tongue penetrated me with a lashing possession.
Planting my feet against the floor for leverage I moved with him and against him, rode him into ecstasy as the floodgates of fulfillment opened wide and I sobbed out my pleasure.
He stayed with me, nuzzled my inner thigh and held me gently while the aftershocks subsided and my breathing matched the ragged rise and fall of his.
I opened my arms in welcome. “Isn’t it time you fucked me?”
He loomed above me, legs planted apart, face in shadow, my conquering hero. The dim light played with the silhouette of my proud, bold lord, accentuating his maleness. God, I was doing it again, lost in the fantasy fairytale. It’s about the sex, I reminded myself. Power and control.
What was he waiting for?
“You’re like a goddess in this light. A gift from the heavens.”
I reached out, clamped his erect cock and drew him closer, up to my eagerly waiting lips.
He pulsed against me as I slid my hand from tip to root, taking his measure, murmuring my approval. He felt hot and ready, the bold pulse of engorged blood filling him beneath my palm. I blew on him, pressed a kiss to the tip, then circled him with my tongue. Light, teasing twirls that brought a groan to his lips and a tiny pearl of moisture to the tip. I made a ring of my thumb and forefinger and slid it slowly, lovingly down his length and back, feeling the silky glide of skin beneath my touch. Hearing the hiss of his indrawn breath, I reveled in my power as he widened his stance and slid his hands through my hair, inviting me to taste him fully.
I parted my lips and admitted him entrance, unable to accommodate his full length. Still, I did my best, using one hand to caress his balls and the other hand to seek the sweet spot just beyond his balls. Direct hit! He jumped and swore softly, then gently removed himself from my torturing tongue and lips.
“Something wrong?
” I asked wickedly, enjoying this far too much as I took his power and made it mine.
“It’s time for the main event.”
He found room on the couch and, as if I weighed nothing, positioned me atop him, straddling him.
Hands on his chest for balance, I dragged my hot and hungry opening across his torso, then up and down the throbbing length of his erect cock, dampening us both with my juices and rubbing his tip against my clit while my breasts bobbed in his face and he caught them in his mouth.
“Oh!” Waves of sensation flooded me in a sudden rush of pleasure. I hadn’t expected to come again before he was inside me, and so my orgasm caught me unawares, bringing with it a fresh flood of dampness with which I anointed his cock.
I looked down to see him watching me with an intensity that sent charges of power through me, enhancing our special connection twining from him to me, an invisible thread, light and elusive as the finest cobweb, visible only under the right conditions.
Eyes locked with his, condom in place, I slowly positioned him at my entranceway, before I gloved the softest hardness imaginable.
I exhaled sharply with pleasure, the absolute perfection of the way he fit and filled me. I straightened, lifted my hair off the back of my neck then let it fall, my skin savoring the sensual swish of its release before I arched my back and rested my hands on his knees, feeling and finding new sensations each time I shifted. I was one living, breathing erogenous zone.
Never had I felt such freedom to explore my own sexuality. In the past, it was all I could do to keep the memory demons at bay. This time it was all about me and the freedom Dare provided. The control I owned. Heady stuff.
I pivoted forward and back, side to side, riding him first fast, then slow. Mini-eruptions exploded one after the other and I absorbed each and every one of them, a pleasure point unto themselves. What had in the past, passed for an orgasm, was now only a prelude.
“Turn around,” Dare said. “I want to admire your ass.”