Exquisite Karma (Iron Horse MC Book 4) (4 page)

“It sucks, but I’ve got plenty of toys to satisfy me.”

“Satisfy you? You really think those pieces of plastic can compare to what I can do for you? You think they can fuck you until you cry? Make you come until your eyes roll back in your head?”

Whoops, wrong thing to say. Then again, I always enjoyed it when a tiny bit of his anger flavored our sex. Not angry in a bad way, but more in like an “I’ve got something to prove” way. Sometimes, a man being macho could be very, very nice.

Blinking up at him, I gave Beach my best innocent look and said, “What,
Papi
?”

His whole body seemed to swell and his gaze focused on me until I knew I was the only thing he was thinking about. A happy little glow kindled in my chest, knowing I’d managed to distract him from his worries, to totally connect with him and give him the pleasure he so desperately needed. Much like me, sex helped Beach relax like nothing else and I know he doesn’t fuck anyone but me. Besides, I’m the only person he ever lets his guard go down all the way with. Even surrounded by his brothers, he’s on constant alert but with me, he knows I can take care of not only myself, but both of us. That makes us equals in his eyes.

In a way, I think Beach views me more as an extension of himself than a separate person.

My arm-chair psych evaluation of my man disappeared from my mind when Beach fisted his hand in my hair hard enough to deliciously sting. “Looks like
Papi
has a brat on his hands tonight.”

I gave him a totally unapologetic smile that had a dimple appearing in his cheek. “I’m always a good girl.”

His snort of laughter had me grinning, but that smile fell from my lips when he gave my ass a brisk slap.

“Look at you.” A wicked grin twisted his lips, deepening the harsh lines around Beach’s mouth. “I think my baby girl needs to fly.”

Anxiety mixed with burning anticipation swept through me, pulling me deeper into his gaze. Beach enjoyed bondage, a lot, and he loved to have me at his mercy in bed. Not that I minded in the least. His possessive, borderline obsessive attention to my pleasure never failed to leave me a blissed-out mess. And when he licked his lower lip, I found myself biting my own in return.

Hot damn, he was so sexy…and all mine.

“On your knees.”

I dropped gracefully before him, the response I knew he wanted to hear already spilling from my lips. “Yes,
Papi
.”

“Tienes una sonrisa muy bonita.”

Hearing him compliment my smile in that crazy, sexy accent of his relaxed something inside of me, some switch that instantly lowered my defenses and allowed Beach deep inside my fucked-up mind, past my formidable mental barriers. Allowed him to have control of me. It was a very liberating sensation and I looked up at my man, not bothering to hide my happy smile as he stared down at me. From this vantage point, he towered over me, and I loved how gently he touched me as he stroked my hair back from my face. It was clear in his every move and look that he was totally as into me as I was to him, and I cuddled against his hand as he cupped my cheek.

“
Abre tu boca
.”

I opened my mouth as he requested, keeping my lips soft.

His nostril’s flared as he switched to English and growled, “Take me out and suck me, no hands.”

A hard tingle throbbed in my clit, and I didn’t bother to hide the little groan of pleasure that escaped me as I eagerly undid his heavy, silver belt buckle, then unzipped and reached in to free his length.

I was careful not to hurt him on the zipper as I eased his balls out as well, knowing my man liked for me to play with all of him.

For a moment I paused, taking in the very large dick that I knew would stretch me just right.

Beach sucked in a harsh breath then muttered, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful waitin’ for my cock.
Abierta
. Gotta open wider if you’re gonna fit this thick dick in that pretty, little mouth.”

I did as I was told, tilting my head so he could slide past my lips and into the heat of my mouth. The piercing in the head of his substantial dick slid over my tongue and I struggled a little as he pushed against the back of my throat. I rubbed my tongue the best I could over the base of his shaft, my moans coming out choked as he slid deeper, now in my throat. The slight salty tang of his taste filled my mouth and my whole body seemed to hum in approval.

“That’s it. Take your
Papi
deep. Fuck.”

My nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of my shirt and my hands twitched to stroke the substantial length of him that I couldn’t fit in my mouth. When I gagged a little, he pulled back enough for me to catch my breath, my watery eyes looking up into his hot gaze. He reached down and wiped some of the spit that had leaked out while I was sucking him.

“Love how you work so hard to please me. Now make me come.”

I’d forgotten about the vibrator in my panties, but it flared to life as I sucked him back into my mouth, shivering when I widened my stance, the inseam of my pants pressing the vibrator to my aching clit. I was so turned on, so aroused, and having my mouth stuffed full of his dick while my clit was being worked was heaven. The muscles of my lower stomach tensed and I twitched as I tried to hold back, tried to keep from coming hard and long. I wanted Beach to go over with me, needed him to fill my mouth as he lost himself in me. The feeling of his hot, heavy flesh, rubbing over my tongue, drove me wild with lust.

Without waiting for permission, I wrapped my hands around his cock and jerked him hard.

Beach let out a long stream of obscenities as he grabbed my head with both of his hands and proceeded to fuck my mouth. Thank goodness he took control, because I was on the edge of my climax and my whole body seemed to freeze, to shut down and tremble as the vibrator did its job and pushed me over the edge. The rough, harsh way he thrust into my mouth was borderline violent, but it only made me climax harder, every cell inside of me glowing with the rush of pleasure chemicals flooding my brain.

My man’s hold on my head eased and when I pulled off his cock, the tip was wet with his cum and my spit. I leaned forward and licked him clean, pausing to suck on his balls and make him groan. After a few minutes of my attentions, he began to harden again, a lazy kind of heat entering his gaze as he lifted his chin to the bed.

“I want you naked, on the bed.”

“Yes,
Papi
. Gladly”

He winked at me, mellowed out by his orgasm, before tugging his shirt off as he made his way to the toy chest. Well, it wasn’t really a toy chest. It was a locked steamer trunk filled with all kinds of fun stuff for when Beach and I were feeling kinky. Which was most of the time.

When he pulled out a length of smooth, dark rope, my already aroused body went into overdrive.

Sometimes when we made love he was Carlos, my adoring man, sometimes he was Beach, dirty, fun, and kinky. Then there were the times when
Papi
came home to play, and that rope was always an indication which side of Beach’s personality I’d see tonight. My butt clenched tight as I realized what else that meant. I’d be having some really good anal orgasms.
Papi
always liked to play with my ass. He hadn’t taken me back there yet, his dick was almost too big for my pussy, let alone my ass, but he enjoyed plugging me while he fucked me hard.

“Spread for your
Papi
, hands and knees,” he growled out, sending shivers of pleasure over my sensitive skin.

I went to all fours then lowered my head until it rested on the soft fabric, the faint scent of Beach’s delicious cologne wafting out. Taking in a deep breath, I raised my ass higher and tilted my hips, giving him a good view of the pink between my thighs. His harsh grunt sent a bolt of energy through me that fed my lust, like throwing gasoline on a fire.

“All this
belleza
…all this is mine.”

It wasn’t a question, but a statement that he owned my beauty, so I didn’t bother to answer. Instead I let the feeling of the pride in his voice warm me from within, filling those empty spaces left inside of me that craved an authority figure’s love. And even though I was self-aware enough to realize this, I didn’t fight the joy suffusing me. I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid. When the universe gives you pleasure like this, you enjoy it to the fullest. Karma doesn’t like it when you ignore her gifts.

His rough hands smoothed over the globes of my rear end, his voice thick with need. “You want your
Papi’s
mouth on you?”

More than eager to have his talented tongue playing with me, I spread farther. “Please lick me,
Papi
.”

His thumb grazed my anus and I moaned, softening to his touch. Now, anal isn’t the easiest thing in the world to enjoy at first, unless your partner has a teenie weenie, and it takes practice to get into the groove of having your butt played with. Thankfully, Beach was completely gentle with that part of my body, never rushing, always awakening me slowly. And he always worked me over good before putting anything inside that tight ring of muscle.

With a soft groan, he rubbed his long dick between my ass cheeks, clutching them together over his shaft as he teased me with his length. I shamelessly rocked against him, enjoying it when he spanked me hard on my right cheek, then my left. I panted and fisted the sheets, rising up onto my arms so I could push back against him harder, then tried to twist my hips and get his thick dick inside of me. Unfortunately, Beach was having none of that.

“Bad girl,” he spanked me firmly enough to make me squeal and try to crawl away. “Arms behind your back, brat. Tryin’ to make me fuck that seriously wet pussy of yours before I’m ready…naughty. You know better than that.”

I had to close my eyes to keep him from seeing my glare as I reluctantly allowed him to pull my arms behind my back and loop the rope around my forearms. When I’d been part of the show in Vegas, I met all kinds of cool people. One of them was a shibari rope master who did this amazing display with his submissives. Very artistic and beautiful. Beach wasn’t a shibari master, but he sure as hell knew how to tie a girl up in an efficient, if not pretty way.

It was like redneck shibari.

With my arms pulled behind me, I remained still as he checked the fit, loosening it until I was comfortable. I wouldn’t call Beach my Dom, I certainly wasn’t his submissive, but we had some kind of D/s vibe to our relationship. Putting my scattered thoughts into words was beyond me, but the best way I could describe the feeling of giving over control to Beach was that it was freeing. And I knew he’d never hurt me in any way, that he would take care of me so well, all I had to do was be happy.

He knew me, knew how my mind worked, and usually anticipated my needs. The rough scratch of his stubble against my bare shoulder sent a shiver through me as he leaned forward to kiss my neck. While he assaulted the sensitive bundle of nerves where my shoulder and neck met, he placed the end of the rope in my hands. “You pull this and you’re free in less the two seconds.”

See, the man understood just how far to push me, how much he could take from me, before he’d give just enough control back to melt me like butter.

I totally relaxed beneath him and he flattened me to the bed as he gave me some of his weight. That only had me going deeper inside myself, pinned beneath him and seemingly helpless. Even though I held the end of the rope in my hands, and could free myself in an instant, I struggled against my bondage, a dirty part of me enjoying the thrill of giving him a little mock reluctance.

Wiggling my butt, I lightly set my nails against his stomach and said in a breathy voice, “You’re too big, it’s going to hurt.”

Oh man, the sexy purr Beach gave as he ground his cock between my ass cheeks lit me up inside when he murmured, “Baby wants to play.”

With a tilt of his hips, he had the head of his cock teasing my wet entrance in a way that stole my breath.

“It’ll only hurt for a moment. Let me fuck this pretty pink pussy, little girl.”

Mindless with the need to have him push inside of me, I gave an ineffective bump with my hips. “Leave me alone!”

“Mmmm, don’t think you want me to leave you alone.” He slipped one arm beneath me and tweaked my hard nipple. “I think you need to be fucked, badly.”

He was right about that, but I loved role-playing with him, and got another dirty thrill as I whispered, “Please, your dick is too big, mister, it won’t fit.”

Moving quickly, Beach straddled my legs so they pressed together, making an already tight fit excruciating as he worked the head of his shaft into me. My body clenched down and I let out a stuttering moan. His cock pulsed inside of me and that blessed piercing of his rubbed me deep. Shit, he had so much dick to feed me, and I let out a squeal when he went as far inside me as he could, balls deep, so tight it stung.

“Fuck,” he whispered into my ear. “See, you little slut, fits just right.”

With my toes curling I moaned my agreement as he began to fuck me nice and deep, stroking me so well I forgot my own name. The only thing I could do was feel the length of his muscled body against mine, the soft brush of his body hair as he moved over me. My pussy began to clench and release as his pace increased to the point where the loud clap of our bodies slapping together filled the room. His harsh breathing matched my own, and right before I could come, he slowed down.

My whine of protest died a quick death when the familiar sensation of his lube-covered fingers toying with my bottom rushed through me.

“No,” I rasped out, “not there.”

“Gonna fuck you everywhere. There won’t be an inch of this sweet body I don’t take. And you can’t do shit about it.”

The inner muscles of my sex quivered, making Beach groan. “Bad girl.”

Cool metal pressed against my anus and I tightened involuntarily, then relaxed. It was a small, smooth butt plug and it eased inside of me as Beach began to move again.