“Danny,” I groan. “Put your mouth on me, please, put it on me.”
He chuckles, and then he slides his mouth over my clit and sucks it into his mouth, hard. I scream,
yep
, scream. I am still watching the couple, and the girl looks how I imagine I look right now. Her head is thrown back, her chest heaving with lust, her nipples hard and protruding. Her body is shaking with desperate need and want. I come hard, so fast it’s really shameful, but I can’t stop it. I can’t even try and stop it. I’m so wound up, I’m so desperate to see more and feel more. I don’t want to even think about the guilt of the situation right now, I just want to feel, and fuck, do I feel.
Spike bites my clit again, and he pulls the last of my orgasm from my body. Then he wrenches his mouth away, and slowly gets to his feet.
When he’s up, he spins me around, making me face the glass again. My legs wobble, and I reach out and steady myself. Spike leans in close, whispering into my ear, “Spread your legs, now. Hands above your head.”
I do as he asks; I spread my legs, and slowly put my hands up above my head. I hear Spike’s zipper go, and then I hear him removing his spikes. Jesus, that must get old. He tosses his jacket aside, and I see it land on the large bed in the corner of the room. He shuffles a little more, and then he’s behind me, his chest pressing against my back. He moves my hair to one shoulder, and leans down, sliding his tongue up the other until he reaches my ear. “You ready, baby? I’m gonna fuck you so hard, so slow, so deep, you’re not going to know which one you want the most. You don’t turn your face away from that couple. If you do, I’ll spank you. I want dirty talk, I want you tellin’ me how fuckin’ good it feels, how fuckin’ wet you are as I fuck you. Got me?”
“Y-y-yes,” I whimper.
“Eyes on them, baby. Tell me what you see right now.”
He presses his cock to my pussy, and I struggle to keep my eyes on the couple. I want to close them and groan loudly, but I don’t. I stare at the couple moving in front of me, and my body tightens. The man is now behind the woman, kind of like Spike is with me. Except he’s got her against a wall, her face smashed against it, and he’s got her legs up and over his arms. It’s an extremely odd position, but it’s also extremely hot. I groan as the man begins sliding his cock in and out of her. That’s when Spike drives into me. With one, deep thrust he buries his cock inside me. I cry out, and slap the glass. He growls, and brings his hand around to my front, finding my clit and flicking it.
“Tell me, Tom Cat,” he growls into my ear. “What are they doing?”
I know he can see what they’re doing, but the fact that he wants me to repeat it makes my body go wild.
“He’s...he’s fucking her.”
“More,” he orders.
“He’s got her against the wall, oh god,” I whimper as Spike tilts his hips, hitting that sweet spot.
“Keep going baby, don’t come yet, or I’ll pull out.”
“He, oh god, he’s got her legs in his grip, and he’s fucking her from behind.”
“Is he fucking her pussy?” Spike growls into her ear.
“Y-y-yes.”
“More, Tom Cat.”
“He’s spanking her, oh...god...oh...more, Spike, please more.”
“Tell me more,” he hisses. “More, baby.”
“His dick is so wet,” I pant, zoning my eyes on his cock sliding in and out of the woman’s pussy. “God, he’s so big. She’s wet, I can see her arousal.”
“Tell me about
my
cock now, baby,” he rasps.
“Your cock is bigger, thicker, harder. Oh god, your cock is perfect.”
“Yeah...”
He’s fucking me harder now, his hips slamming into my ass. My body is alive, and I’m trying so hard to hold my orgasm back. He’s flicking my clit, and fuck, I’m so close. When the man in the other room pulls out of the woman and he comes all over her back, I close my eyes and drop my head, screaming as an orgasm rips through me. Spike slaps my ass so hard; the pain rushes through my body, adding to the orgasm.
“Look at them,” he orders, his voice strained, husky, and full of lust.
I raise my head, even though I’m still shaking violently. Spike slaps my ass again, and I find myself begging and rasping, “More.”
He does it again and again, and his cock drives in and out, hard.
“Spike, come on me like that,” I beg. “God, come on me like that.”
I’m watching the man pumping his cock with his fist now, draining the last of his orgasm from it. The woman has his release all over her back, sliding down between her ass cheeks. Spike hisses behind me, and then suddenly he’s pulling out. I feel the first spurt of his come on my back, up near my shoulders. I groan as I feel the second and third, hitting me lower and lower each time. Combined with his deep, throaty growls and my own orgasm still being wrung from me, the moment is incredibly erotic. When Spike stops coming, and I stop shuddering, he spins me around and tangles his fingers in my hair. His cock is still hard, and throbbing. My eyes widen.
“You’re still so hard.”
He laughs hoarsely. “Baby, I will fuck you at least four more times before it goes soft.”
What? Oh. My. God.
“Why?”
He reaches down and wraps his fingers around his cock. “Because I fuckin’ love it, that’s why.”
He begins stroking, and my body jumps to life yet again. I turn my eyes to the couple in the other room. They’re fucking again. My eyes widen, and my mouth drops open. Spike chuckles, and presses himself up beside me. “He takes Viagra so he can fuck her all night.”
“God, he must be tired,” I whisper.
“No, baby, he’s full of lust and need. Like me.”
“Are you going to fuck me all night?” I whimper, turning to face him.
“Babe, I’m going to fuck you until the sun is shining.”
I swallow, and suddenly feel like a tiny, fragile little girl. Spike is looking at me like he wants to eat me alive, and shit; it’s both scary and thrilling. He steps toward me, and I find myself stepping back.
“Baby, you don’t wanna fuck, you just say so...”
I do want to fuck. Oh, I do. I just want to play first. I smile, and step back again. Grinning, he walks toward me, looking like a tiger about to lunge. I keep backing up until I’m pressed up against the glass. He stops in front of me, flashing me that gorgeous smile. “Tom Cat wants to play. Tell me, how do you wanna play?”
“I want to do what they do...”
Spike’s eyes widen. “You wanna copy?”
“I wanna copy.”
“Baby, fuck...”
I grin. “Yeah, fuck. Can you handle it, Danny?”
He grins, looking like a man on a mission. “Baby, I can handle it.”
We both turn, and stare at the couple in the other room. My cheeks flush, and my body grows hot. Right now, she’s on her knees sucking him. I turn to Spike, and he grins and points to his cock. “Away you go, baby.”
I drop to my knees, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. He hisses, and I take my time bringing him to my lips. I swirl my tongue up and down his shaft, and over his balls, before taking him into my mouth. When I do, the sound he makes is primal, and all male. He grips the sides of my face and gently works himself in and out of my mouth. He groans, and I smile around him. I love having the control, even just for a second. I suck and lick, enjoying the moment, tasting our lust on him. With a pained groan, Spike slides his cock from my mouth and stands me up. I realize it’s because the couple has moved. Now, the man has the girl on his lap in a chair, and she’s riding him.
I put my hands on Spike’s chest, and I shove him toward the chair in the corner. He drops down on it, and I climb onto his lap. His eyes are on mine, and fuck; the expression on his face right now is enough to take my breath away, permanently.
He grips my hips, lowering me down onto his cock. As he slowly sinks into me, we both groan. I grip his hair, pushing my chest out and bringing my nipple to his mouth. He leans down, wrapping his lips around it and sucking softly. I whimper, and turn my face to the couple. The expression on the other man’s face is very similar to Spike’s.
I begin rocking on Spike’s cock, and his groan vibrates through my body. My body burns with the need for another release, I begin rocking harder, feeling myself clenching around Spike.
“Spike, I hate that I need to come, but fuck, I need to come,” I whisper, hoarsely.
He removes his mouth from my nipple, and tilts my hips. Then he drives up into me, hard and fast, taking over the movement. I come again, screaming and thrashing as my orgasm, better than the last, rips through me. Spike makes a throaty, desperate sound, and suddenly we’re up. My legs are wrapped around his hips, and his mouth is on mine. He kisses me with such ferocity my head spins.
He walks me to the bed, and he pulls out of me, putting me down and flipping me onto my stomach. I turn my head again, seeing the other couple is also doing this. Spike grips my hips, tilting them up, and then he drives into me again. I cry out, and drop my head into the soft mattress. Spike thrusts and thrusts, slapping my ass every now and then, as well as tugging my hair. I come twice more before he comes along with me.
“Tom Cat,” he roars, exploding inside of me.
I let him ride out his orgasm, before dropping my body into the bed. I’m exhausted. God, I don’t know how he does it. Spike pulls out of me, and flops down beside me on the bed. We both lay for a minute, panting.
He rolls onto his side and stares down at me. I turn my head, giving him a weak smile, to which he reaches across and strokes a piece of hair from my face.
“Not goin’ to fuck you anymore, baby.”
I pout, and he chuckles.
“You’ll have to miss more days of work, ‘cause you won’t be able to walk.”
He makes a valid point. I smile, too tired to even try and speak.
“When did you change so much, Tom Cat...”
I open my mouth and whisper, “Maybe I was like that all along—you just didn’t get a chance to see it.”
His eyes soften, and they slide over my face before going back up to meet mine. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Can I sleep now? Please don’t tell me I have to get dressed and leave,” I groan.
He chuckles. “Sorry baby, we gotta run. We’re stayin’ the night and will be back before your shift tomorrow. You can go back to my hotel and sleep if you want, I gotta do some shit.”
“Sounds good to me,” I whisper, stretching.
He nods. “Hey babe, you are on birth control, right?”
I shake my head, what the hell? How random. I open my mouth to answer with a yes, when I realize that I haven’t been keeping up-to-date with my birth control shot. My stomach leaps into my throat, and I close my mouth quickly. Shit! What was I thinking? How could I be so stupid? I struggle to remain calm. It’s fine, it’s probably not even run out yet. I’m probably over reacting.
“Ciara?” Spike asks.
“I...um, yeah, it’s fine.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, Ciara! Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t on it? I fucked you bareback.”
I see the look on his face, and it hits me hard and fierce. Spike doesn’t want babies. I can see it all over his face, his eyes are wide and alert, and his jaw is tense with emotion. My heart dies a little, and I’m so hurt. God, it burns. Not because he doesn’t want it, just that he’s looking at me like I’m about to rip his heart out again. I swallow, and force my face to become impassive.
“It’s fine, I’m on an injection. I just had an STD freak attack then, that’s all.”
Relief washes over him. Fuck. Shit. What am I going to do? I’m going to go home and make sure I’m up-to-date, but something deep down inside me is making me think I’m no longer protected. I try to do the math in my head, and as far as I know, I haven’t updated it. God, I feel sick.
“I don’t have STDs babe, I use condoms.”
Well, that’s one less thing to worry about.
“Ciara?” he asks.
I turn my eyes to his. “I’m fine, sorry. I just can’t believe I didn’t ask you that.”
He reaches across and touches my face. “I wouldn’t fuck you without protection if I knew I wasn’t careful in the past. Cheyenne is the only woman.”
I swallow, nodding.
“You’re not okay,” he points out.
“I am, sorry, I just had a mild panic attack,” I say softly.
“Because of the STDs or because of the fact I said I didn’t want babies?”
I flinch.
“Fuck, Ciara.”
“It’s okay,” I say, my voice wobbling. “I understand. We shouldn’t even be talking about this right now, we’re not even together.”
He looks hurt now. Fuck.
“Then what are we?”
“We’re trying, remember?”
“I’m sorry if my words hurt, Ciara, but there ain’t no way in hell I ever want kids...not after Cheyenne died, carryin’ my baby. I just don’t wanna ever feel that again.”
I’m crushed. My soul, it burns. I force myself to nod and smile, but inside I feel like I am being ripped to pieces.
“I’m really tired, can we go?”
His face tightens. “Ciara, fuck, if there’s going to be a problem...”
“It’s okay,” I say, smiling even though I’m hurting inside. “I’m okay with that, I know how you feel. I’m sorry, it all just came as a shock. We’re okay.”
He narrows his eyes again, but nods. “All right, let’s go.”
We both stand and dress ourselves. My heart is throbbing, and my body feels wobbly. What if I’m already pregnant?
Shit.
What do I do then?
I
tell Spike I need to get something back to Addi, and I ask him if he can drop me off to their hotel room. He agrees, saying he needs to speak with Cade anyway. The entire ride is silent, and my head is spinning.
When we arrive at the hotel, I jump off the bike and rush through the gates. Spike follows me, his boots crunching heavily on the rocks. Cade, Jackson, and Addison are all standing outside near the pool, just under the bright, blue light that shines down onto the water. Cade nods at Spike, and smiles at me. Addi notices my expression and walks over quickly. I grip her arm, flashing Cade, Jackson and Spike a fake smile.
“I just need to borrow Addi, real quick.”
They all watch me, confused. Spike’s eyes narrow, and he crosses his arms. I spin Addi around and we walk off. When we get around the side of the building, I burst into a fit of uncontrollable tears.