Being Amber (26 page)

He was absolute perfection. Her heart had known it from the start and through it all had refused to relent in that conviction, even when her mind wanted differently.

When he opened the top drawer of his dresser, her stomach twirled with nervousness and excitement. That drawer contained sweet torture and wild orgasms.

He chose a handful of items and threw them on the bed next to her. Jaci looked and drew a sharp intake of breath as she identified what was there. Maybe she was over her head. This was all so new to her. Yet, she felt it, the inescapable awareness that she would embrace all his needs and become everything he needed her to be. She loved him. God, she loved everything about him, including this.

She jerked her head back toward him to find him with a satisfied grin at her reaction to the toys and lube he’d thrown down.

“Any objections?”

Jaci didn’t answer. She silently succumbed to him, knowing the pleasure he took from her apprehension. She was turned on. She wanted him to fuck her now. But he knew that didn’t he? She was not going to give him the satisfaction of asking him for it. He knew that, too.

Smug fucker
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“I’ll take your silence as a no.” He took his time as he crawled into the bed beside her, stalking her like prey. He palmed the back of her neck, lifting her head, and kissed her savagely. His tongue invaded her mouth, explored it, and dueled with hers. He bit her lip.

She wanted to pull him closer to her, and put her arms around his neck. She wanted to pull him on top of her and swore when the metal of the cuffs stopped the movement short. She had already forgotten her hands were bound.

He stopped his dominance of her mouth, noting her attempt to move with a smirk. “Want out already?”

“No, I just forgot for a second.” She was out of breath as she spoke.

He leaned his body against the length of hers. His erection pressed into her hip. He dipped his head and took a puckered nipple into his mouth and then flicked it with his moist, hot tongue. Jaci moaned. Her breath was ragged. She arched up toward him, her body wordlessly asking for more.

“Good girl,” he encouraged her. “What are you going to say to me if you want me to stop? He waited, intent on her answer.

“Stop.” She whimpered.

He nodded ever so slightly at her answer, a brief flicker of satisfaction played over his features. Then, he shifted himself to the area between her legs. “Look at me.” The deep rumble of his voice was like rolling thunder.

Jaci opened her eyes and found Xander on his knees, erection in hand. “You see what you do to me? I haven’t had sex with another woman for weeks. It’s for you, Jaci. From now on, it’s completely for you. Now’s as good a time as ever for you to begin learning how I like to be touched.” His hot gaze trailed up and down her body, devoured her. “But, I don’t want you to lose your need. So, let’s see.” Xander looked over the toys lying next to her on the bed. “This should do.”

Jaci had no idea what he’d chosen. Her eyes widened as he backed up and positioned the rounded oval end at the opening of her pussy. He inserted the item inside of her in a slow gentle glide.

Jaci gasped. “What…”

“Shh, sweetie.” He held a small box in his hand, and with a slow smile and a flip of the switch, the thing vibrated inside of her.

She gasped.

“Good?”

“Oh, yes,” she whispered.

“Good.” He shot her a wicked smile. “I’m just going to leave it on low. I don’t want you coming while I’m teaching you how to handle me.”

Jaci closed her eyes and felt the exquisitely slow vibrations inside of her. He was right. It made her wet, made her want him, but it wasn’t enough to make her come.

“Open your eyes.” She watched him grab the bottle of lube, squirt some in the palm of his hand and stroke it onto his cock. It was ruddy and veined. Big, even in his large hand. She wanted the vibrating thing out of her and his cock in.

“Oh, fuck–Xander.” She tried to move her hands again.

“What’s wrong?” She met his sober gaze. He leaned over between her legs, his lubed erection laid on her stomach. “Are you okay?” His hot breath fanned her ear.

She was panting, trying to catch her breath. The slow vibration in her vagina made her crazy. His hot cock laying on her stomach made it worse. “Get on with it,” she pleaded.

He returned back to vertical. “You’ll probably have to use both hands to circle completely around it.” He gave a demonstration of the technique. Long, firm strokes from base to tip. “But one hand is good too.” He dropped one hand to cup his balls.

Jaci watched as he stroked himself more roughly than she would have done. He sped up his strokes little by little and never took his gaze off her face. He made sure she was looking, taking it in. Learning. And she was.

“I can’t wait until it’s your hands on my cock, sweet Jaci. Just thinking about it makes be want to come.” Xander worked himself with his hand roughly, and then his body went rigid. “Oh fuck.” She watched as his head rolled back and he came. The warm spurts arced into the air and landed on her breasts.

He slowly stopped his hand and returned his gaze to her. She was out of breath. Her air slipped past her parted lips in short, hot pants.

“Now, I can focus on you,” he growled as he wiped her down with a towel. “How do you like the egg?”

Jaci couldn’t talk. The vibration was torture. She was close. One touch could send her over the edge. “Please,” she moaned as she arched her back.

Xander leaned over her body. “Please what?”

“Finish me.”

“Oh, baby, we just got started.” Xander rolled Jaci onto her stomach. He leaned over her, covering her body with his, supporting his weight on his forearms. He brushed her hair away and placed soft kisses on her neck and shoulders. He stopped for a moment, and then the vibration of the egg inside her increased.

He leaned back over her and covered the junction where her neck and shoulder met with his mouth. He sucked and tongued the same spot relentlessly. He was marking her. She felt the pull right down to her clit.

She tried to rub herself into the sheets underneath her, until she felt a slap on her ass.

“No, sweetie. Not until I say. Hold still.”

Xander wrapped an arm under her hips and hiked her ass into the air. From his place between her legs, he grabbed the bottle of lube again, putting another thick quirt onto his hand and picked up another item she’d never seen before. “Okay, sweets, let’s see what else gets you excited.” He lubed the teardrop shaped toy and slowly slipped the blunt end into the tight opening of her rear.

“Holy fuck,” she cried as the toy became larger the further he pushed it into her. “No. I can’t do this.”

He leaned over her. “Relax,” he whispered. His physical closeness comforted her, melted her doubt and calmed her panic. He remained there, covering her until the tightness of her muscles loosened, until she released her angst and trusted him.

“This is a plug. It’s made for this. I’m going to push slowly. I’ll stop again if you tell me to.”

Jaci nodded her assent, giving silent permission to continue.

The ever-widening diameter stretched her slowly. She focused on the low rumble of pleasure emanating from behind her. All she wanted to do was make this man happy.

Just as she was about to make him stop again, it popped into place. The vibrating egg created an entirely new sensation with the thing he’d put in her ass. Xander rolled Jaci back over to her back. He smiled at her. His eyes were hooded, seductive. He slid a finger into her pussy, and then two, skimming over the egg.

“You’re so wet for me.”

The walls of her cunt clamped onto his fingers as they plunged in and out of her. Xander lowered his head to her clit. It throbbed with want. She was almost coming at merely the thought of his lips sealing over the place she needed him most. He encircled the bud in his mouth and then lashed, pressed and swirled it with his tongue.

Her cries of pleasure were strangled as the shuddering waves of her climax overtook her. Everything, the vibration, the plug in her ass, his plunging fingers and his tongue working her, combined, made the orgasm bloom deeper inside of her. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. He continued to work her and she continued to peak shuddering, quivering and wailing his name. She came and came. It was the longest, most mind-blowing orgasm in her life.

When the pleasure slowed, so did Xander. He withdrew his fingers. Then, she felt him pull the egg out. She lay there, a pile of loose gelatin with a frantic heartbeat. The cuffs clicked and her hands were free, but she didn’t move. She attempted to calm herself as she felt the bed dip beside her. Xander’s strong hands encircled her waist, pulling her to him He curled his hard body around her and draped an arm over her.

“That was the best not sex I’ve ever had,” she declared drowsily.

They dozed together.

Jaci woke to the smell of food. Xander was cooking in the kitchen. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window giving the white of the apartment a cheerful atmosphere. It only took a split second for her to remember the second round of sex that was not sex she’d had with Xander prior to her snooze. She smiled. He didn’t let her run from him and he’d withheld himself as punishment her for her insecurity and hesitation. It worked. She’d never wanted his cock inside her more.

Fucker. He knew more about the way women worked than she gave him credit for. And he used that knowledge to show her, to make it crystal clear, just how much she wanted him.

She shifted to watch his movements in the kitchen.

He was naked, but she only glimpsed snippets of rear end and lower abdomen as he moved around behind the bar that separated the living area from the kitchen.

Oh God. Her stomach twirled and her pussy became wet for him all over again.

She admired the cuts and indents of his muscles as he moved. Her gaze then returned to study his face. He was brutally seductive. All man. Just looking at him changed who she was inside in a primitive way. She was still Jaci, but now she was his Jaci. She felt like she belonged to him. He’d marked her, claimed her, and somehow she knew neither one of them would change their mind about that.

She was so intent on the object of her affection that she didn’t notice right away that the apartment door opened. Not until she heard the stern male voice.

“Jaci Harmon?” She startled and turned to look toward the direction of the voice. The soldier who spoke stood in front of a group of soldiers. They all entered deeper into the apartment and spread out, guns drawn, covering Xander and her.

Both Jaci and Xander were caught off guard. Jaci’s stomach contents transformed from butterflies to stone. It hadn’t taken the Gov long to catch up with her. They’d all been naïve to think this ordeal was over. “I’m Jaci Harmon,” she said, sitting up and pulling the sheet up to cover her nudity.

Xander stood frozen separated from her by the bar. She saw the thoughts rolling around in his head. In his expression, she glimpsed the impulses he stuffed, not wanting to make it worse for her. The telltale sign of his anger, the muscle working in his cheek was present, but other than that he didn’t betray his need to crush the piece of shit that leered at her into the clean white floor.

“Palm?” he said approaching her.

She held her hand up so that the soldier could scan her code. He checked to make sure he was detaining the right woman. “Get dressed. You’re wanted for questioning.”

“Could she get some privacy?” Xander asked through barely veiled rage.

The leader looked over his shoulder at Xander and smiled. “No. Animals don’t have modesty.”

Xander attempted to move, but a group of three advanced on him and pushed him back into the far end of the kitchen against the wall. He struggled violently against them, bringing more soldiers into the tiny space.

“Xander, don’t! It’s not worth it. Please!” The scuffling slowly stopped, but more likely because Xander was completely overpowered, not because he’d heeded her request.

With a sigh of resignation and as much grace and pride as she could muster, Jaci got up from the bed in front of the gathered soldiers, dressing in jeans and a t-shirt. She slid her feet into her flip-flops and glanced at Xander as she walked toward the group of soldiers. He was flat against the back wall of the kitchen. His gaze followed her despite the fact that a soldier’s hand smashed his face, and a forearm pressed across Xander’s neck. A different soldier held a gun to his head, touching his temple. Even from across the room she saw the vein in Xander’s neck pulsing with the rapid beat of his heart.