Authors: Ann Mayburn
Speaking of proud, I found my friend sipping the 40-year-old Scotch he’d ordered while he looked out at the glittering lights of Denver coming to life for the night.
“Congratulations, by the way, on the baby.”
We clinked our thick crystal glasses and smiled. While Swan was sipping champagne in the bathroom, Beach and I were savoring the good hard liquor. We’d talked about a little bit of club business—I updated him on my ideas for security upgrades—but neither of us wanted to poison the atmosphere right now. The girls were feeling playful, jacked up on their victory, and I couldn’t wait to celebrate the spoils of war with Swan. Shit, just the thought of her sighing as I slowly pushed into her tight fuckin’ pussy caused my dick to harden at an uncomfortable angle.
I had a feeling we’d be indulging in some kinky play tonight. My girl just had that look in her eyes that told me she needed my dick, always touching and rubbing up against me, and I was so fucking looking forward to being alone with her it wasn’t even funny. I wanted to love her, to celebrate a victory over what had felt like insurmountable odds. And Beach couldn’t keep his hands to himself when Sarah was within four feet of him. He was my buddy, but I really didn’t want to watch him make out. It wasn’t all Beach’s fault. Sarah’s hormones were apparently running the show, and she seemed to be insatiable for him. After we left the meeting, the first thing Sarah and Beach did was go into a bathroom and put a couple of prospects on guard duty at the door to ensure their privacy. Just the thought of Beach’s smug look and Sarah’s hot blush when they came out again made me chuckle.
Beach glanced over at me, the harsh lines that had carved his features since this shit started had eased, making him appear younger than his true age of thirty-eight. “What are you laughing about?”
“Just thinkin’ of how red Sarah’s cheeks were when she came out of the bathroom at the office building.”
“The cheeks on her face weren’t near as red as her ass. But it wasn’t me that dragged us in there. My woman’s hungry for me.” He gave me a wink and sat back in his chair, satisfaction oozing from him. “Think I’m gonna like her being pregnant.”
“Congratulations, again.”
“Thanks,” Beach replied in a voice that was even raspier than usual. He held his glass up to the dying light, inspecting the liquid within, his gaze distant and focused entirely on the glittering amber liquid. “Never, ever would have imagined I’d be this in love with a woman, that I’d willingly destroy the world to protect her. Sarah’s not like anyone. She’s extraordinary. And she’s having my baby. Our baby. They’re mine.”
I had a hard time suppressing my laughter at my Prez, a man hard as fuckin’ nails, looking like he was gonna tear up, but I knew how the poor bastard felt, so I took mercy on him.
“You need some tissue there, Sally? Is your period coming?”
Beach burst out laughing then slammed his drink back with a satisfied sigh. “Fuck you very much. Don’t act all high and mighty. You’re so far up Swan’s ass it’s sad.”
“I’d like to be up her ass,” I muttered.
With a dirty chuckle, Beach leaned forward. “It’s nice, real nice.”
“What’s nice?”
We turned to the doorway where we found Sarah and Swan standing in the silky, kimono style robes they’d bought down at one of the high end boutique shops off the hotel lobby.
A blush warmed my baby girl’s cheeks, almost matching the pink shade of her robe. She wore more makeup than usual with a thick black liner around her eyes that made them glow like aquamarine jewels. All I could think about was what that makeup would look like after I fucked most of it off or she’d cried it away while she came hard enough to shake the bed. I looked closer and noticed that she was swaying the slightest bit. Evidently, that champagne was getting to her. She met my gaze, and I sucked in a breath between my teeth, turned on hard and fast by the mixture of lust and nervousness on her innocent face. That look made me pretty sure she and Sarah had been talking sex, and my pulse raced. Sarah liked to think of herself as an unofficial sex therapist, and if they did talk about it, that meant my baby might be wantin’ to try out some new, kinky things with me tonight.
Fuck yeah.
Beach’s chair scraped the floor as he pushed back then held out his hand. Sarah came over to him right away and let him pull her into his lap with a low growl. He cupped her cheek, then looked up at me and smiled. “Time to go.”
I laughed and finished my drink before ambling over to Swan, who had her hands clenched at her sides. While I liked her a little nervous, I didn’t want her scared. With a soft touch I held her hand in my own, forcing her fingers open, then placed my hand in hers. That connection, that trust, turned me on as much as watching three women fight over sucking my dick. I led her into the modern, well-decorated living room of the suite, the low golden lighting gilding Swan and making her glow. God, she was so fuckin’ beautiful. I could stare at her for the rest of my life and never tire of the view. Just looking at her was pleasure.
Moving slowly, I gently stroked her face, her gaze going soft as she melted into me. It always made my heart, and other parts of my body, swell with pride when she gave in to me like this. Having her against me, feeling the heat of her skin, drove me fuckin’ wild. The world around us faded away as I continued to calm her, massaging her back while she cuddled.
“How you feelin’ baby?”
“Mmmmm, good.”
“How much champagne have you had?”
“Enough that I’m ready to call in your marker.”
Startled, I leaned back and looked down at her. “What?
“Your marker.” She flushed and looked down at my chest. “You know…the…umm…the orgasm denial.”
Those last words came out in an embarrassed whisper and I grinned. “Sounds like my girl is feeling naughty.”
“Very.”
My cock instantly pushed against my pants at the heat in her burning blue eyes as she looked up at me, the golden mass of her hair framing her face. “Anything you want, I want to give you. If you want to experiment with my dick, who am I to stop you?”
Her self-satisfied little grin sent a tingle of warning through me. “Good, because Sarah gave me some tips.”
A hard burn went down my spine and my balls tightened.
Fuck. Yeah.
Without another word we went back to our suite down the hall. I practically dragged her behind me in my haste to get to our room.
As soon as the door opened, she pushed me in, her aggression surprising me.
It also surprised me even more when she shoved me up against the wall and kissed me until I was pushing my hips into her, incredibly turned on by her hunger and by how rough she was being.
She broke our kiss and buried her hands in my hair, stroking it and making my dick ache to be buried in her. I never knew someone playing with it could turn me on until I met Swan. Looking up at me, she tugged hard on my hair, then smiled.
“You know one of the things that makes me crazy about you?”
Evidently, a tipsy Swan was a talkative Swan. The champagne flavored her mouth and breath. I wanted to kiss her again, but there was no way I was gonna turn down the opportunity to learn about what pleased her. I needed to give her everything she wanted, to let her know that I loved her in a way that couldn’t be denied, that no one could satisfy her like I could.
“What’s that?”
“How you take charge in the bedroom. You make me feel free, and pleasing you is like pleasing me. I didn’t think I’d get off on being aggressive, but being dominant is kinda fun.”
While she was nowhere near dominant, I liked how she seemed happy with herself, and I wanted to fully encourage her to explore her sexuality. What a lot of people don’t realize is that it is possible to be dominant by submitting. It sounds like bullshit, but it’s true. I’m giving her what she needs, allowing her to play. Hell, I’m all for letting Swan’s kinky side loose.
“It is,” I agreed. “What are you going to do to me?”
She grinned and my heart squeezed tight. Fuck, I loved this woman. “Go get me a pillow from the couch.”
I did as she asked, my mind going through a million and one kinky things that she could want me to do with this pillow. Instead she dropped it to the floor, then knelt before me. Giving me a quick, almost shy look that made me want to fuck her in the worst way, she began to unbuckle my belt. Once she had my fly down, she pulled the pants down my legs, but left them on. Then she sat back on her heels, the kimono parting enough that I could see the swell of her right breast almost to her pink areola.
Reaching out with one hand, she gently stroked my cock imprisoned beneath the thin cotton of my boxer briefs. Her lips parted on a sigh, and she unerringly trailed her finger down the thick ridge on the underside to the piercing on my balls. She paused to rub the bit of metal, giving my nuts a good massage at the same time. My need began to grow, and instead of fighting it, I gave her what she wanted. With a groan, I leaned back against the wall, my hands falling to the sides instead of buried in her hair. I was afraid if I touched her right now I’d hurt her.
Swan leaned forward and placed her mouth on the head of my cock as she blew a hot, moist breath on me. I groaned and my hands twitched with the need to hold her still so I could sink my shaft between her pretty pink lips. The sting of her teeth as she nibbled on my shaft made me groan, and she hummed in return.
She pulled back and looked up at me, holding my gaze while she freed my cock from my underwear, licking along the head with her clever little tongue. At the first push of her soft tongue against my tip, I fisted my hands behind my back. She took just the head of my cock into the wet heat of her mouth and groaned, her tongue lashing the slit of my dick. It felt so damn good, the toe-curling sensation of her coaxing out a small amount of pre-cum, which caused me to thrust forward.
Instead of taking me deeper, she pulled away altogether and grasped my dick firmly. My breathing began to speed up as she spit in her hand and started to jerk me off. The smile she gave me was positively wicked while she tugged at the belt holding her kimono closed with her free hand. Instead of pulling the silken fabric off she let it drape open to frame her killer body. The pink of her robe was much paler than the bright pink of her nipples. I loved playin’ with her pretty tits, and I promised myself that once her teasing was over I’d make her come just by suckin’ on ’em.
Swan began to pinch and pull her nipple, sending hard arousal bursting through me, making my dick ache as her smooth fingers stroked me. It wasn’t long until I was getting close to my orgasm, and not touching her was a constant struggle. I could smell her wet pussy now, the rich scent an aphrodisiac like I’d never known. I loved that she got off on servicing me, how sucking my cock made her horny.
Then her grip loosened, and she was barely touching me as she slowly slid her hand up and down, denying me what I needed to come.
She stared up at me, passion heavy in her gaze. “That was one, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, I want to take you to the peak two more times.” She licked her lips, then my cock. “You are so hot when you’re about to come. Your dick gets really, really hard and I can trace the veins with my mouth like this.”
The silken tip of her tongue began to draw torturous paths up and down my shaft, teasing me to the edge of another orgasm. By this point my self-control was severely strained, and I wondered if I’d made a mistake. I hadn’t expected Swan to be so good at this, but I should have known better. She may have lacked physical experience, but my girl loved her porn, and she always got an A for effort.
“Fuck.” I groaned and started to thrust my hips. “Come on, baby, stop playing.”
She gave my cock a wet, erotic slurp before returning to jerking me off. My whole body twitched like I was being electrocuted. My nuts throbbed with the need to release, and I growled at her. Instead of giving me what I needed, she continued to tease me until I was a sweaty, shaky mess, a constant stream of groans ripped from me by the hot, soft suction of her mouth on me.
“Need to come, Miguel?”
My control snapped and I lunged at her. The way she squeaked out a scream then giggled only made me want to fuck her harder and establish my dominance. After kicking off my jeans, I carried her over to the couch and set her down. The silk of the kimono framed her body against the dark beige sofa, highlighting the perfection of her curves. The savage need to take her filled me and I gritted my teeth. Eager to feel as much of her as possible, I ripped my clothes off. I loved the way her eyes widened as she began to squirm on the couch.
See, orgasm denial is a double-edged sword for a woman like Swan. In denying me, she was also denying herself, and she had to be almost as worked up as I was. When I slid my fingers between the folds of her swollen labia, I groaned at how slippery wet she was. Curling my fingers, I fucked her with first one, then two, then three. By the time the third finger was in, she was screaming my name, thrusting herself against my hand. I felt every twitch of her stretched out pussy. The delicate, but strong flutters were getting closer together, and just when she was about to come, I shoved her legs up onto my shoulders so her body was almost bent in half, then braced my arms on the couch so I could shove ram into her.
She arched as much as she could, pinned by my bulk, then wailed out my name, turning it into a sound of pure pleasure. Satisfaction mixed with my lust, and I fucked her, hard, the smooth grip of her little cunt a paradise on earth. My whole body buzzed with need for this woman, this young, complicated female who owned me heart and soul. She sank her nails into my biceps and grunted while I slammed into her, never letting up, while trying to thrust harder, deeper. Her next climax took me by surprise as she writhed beneath me, then bit my forearm while her body squeezed and released me with a ball-draining clench.
There ain’t a man on earth who could resist a pussy sucking on him like that. After the orgasm denial, I didn’t even want to try. I followed her over the edge, every inch of my dick squeezed tight by her cunt. The first jet of release sent me out of my head, the world going white around me as I gasped in a deep breath. Fire burned through my body while I filled up my woman with jerking pumps of my hips that I couldn’t control.