Crossing Lines (15 page)

She’d only finished Michael like that one time, and the memory wasn’t a fond one. But with Kevin, she hadn’t been given much of a choice—although, she suspected if she objected, he would’ve let her up. But his commanding tone, along with the fear of rejection she’d caught in his eyes, made her eager to take all of him.

“You’re looking at me like I’d make a great midnight snack. Didn’t you get enough earlier?”

She gnawed on her lip and dipped her head to hide the blush. “Apparently not.”

“I’ll be happy to feed you anytime you’re hungry,” he murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed, using his finger to brush a stray hair from her face before running it along her neck in a light, sweeping stroke. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Is that what you’re bringing for breakfast Monday? Wade might object.”

He laughed and kissed her jaw, then nipped at her ear. “Maybe lunch.” He paused and sighed. “I won’t be here for lunch Monday.” His eyes were shadowed as his gaze settled on her face. “I hope to be back in time for dinner, though. Will you be free?”

Dinner on Monday would have them together three days in a row, and concern over spending so much time with him tugged at the back of her mind. She was especially concerned about Michy getting the wrong idea or forming too close of an attachment.

However, thoughts of worry or fear, along with all the reasons it would be a bad idea, promptly fled when he took a foil pack from the box, tossed the carton onto the nightstand, and gripped his straining erection. He stood at the side of the bed and rolled the condom on while gazing down at her.

“Scoot over here.”

He slid his hands under her butt and settled her at the edge of the bed, perfectly aligned for him to enter her. With his hands under her knees, he supported her legs, making sure her ankle was clear, and drove into her with one long, fluid stroke.

She cried out at the sharp invasion, then moaned with pleasure when he didn’t stop to give her time to adjust, but eased out and drove back in. The third time he paused, giving her a moment to appreciate being completely filled.

He closed his eyes, dropped his head back, and rocked his hips in slow, languorous strokes. The way his shoulders rolled and his abs contracted while his hips and thighs flexed reminded her of a lava lamp.

There was nothing sharp or forced about his movements… just a continual ebb and flow of motion as he joined their bodies, then rolled out before rocking in again. The beauty and fluidity of his motions, as well as the concentration on his face as he thrust and retreated, hypnotized her. When he dropped his gaze to hers, the soft gooiness in his eyes and the sensual smile on his full lips filled her chest with warmth.

Boy, had she ever been wrong in her expectations. He did know how to be patient and slow… maddeningly slow. She arched her back and thrust her hips upward, needing to be closer, but he had a different plan in mind. He eased out until the tip of his cock hovered at her entrance, then dipped to the side so her left ankle settled on his shoulder. He gripped his cock in his hand and used the tip to stroke back and forth over her clit, like flicking bunny ears, only a million times better.

Within seconds, the extra stimulation had her bucking and inching closer, trying to get a stronger, firmer contact. “Oh God, that’s good. More. More.”

He laughed and flicked a few more times before settling back into her. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a greedy lover?”

Even though he was teasing and there wasn’t anything offensive about his comment, the question stopped her cold. No, no one had ever accused her of being greedy in bed. In fact, she’d only had a few lovers prior to Michael and they hadn’t been anything exceptional. Then came Michael, and while the sex was okay in the beginning, it was never spectacular.

Michaela was born, her dad died, her stress levels shot through the roof, and her sex drive crashed. The result had been him declaring her cold and uninterested, not only in him, but in sex altogether. He found someone else, and she found a magazine full of adult toys. So no, no one had ever driven her wild and made her beg for more.

“Hey.” Kevin’s gentle voice brought her back to the present. He pushed all the way in and leaned forward, settling his face close to hers. “Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere.” She shook her head and tried to smile. “I’m right here. You feel
so good.
” She emphasized
so
and
good,
making them porn star worthy in hopes of selling her story, but fell seriously short of the mark.

His eyebrow shot up into an
oh really
arch. “Wanna try again?”

“No.” She ran her fingertips over the soft skin covering his hard shoulders and magnificent chest. “Seriously, I’m right here, and you do feel amazing.” She fought the need clawing at her chest to wrap her arms around him and draw him close to her heart.

Physically feeling good during sex was expected. Incorporating emotions was dangerous and she refused to allow them in. She didn’t want to think about how sweet he’d been to her and Michy or how concerned he’d been about her ankle and how hard he worked to make her comfortable.

She ignored the tug in her chest and the squishiness in her belly and switched her focus to a more important, or at least more pertinent, topic. “It’s especially good when you do that thing you did a minute ago.” She thrust her hips forward and wiggled encouragingly. “Will you do it again?”

He worked his mouth like he wanted to call “bullshit,” and his eyes remained guarded and unconvinced, but he let her off the hook and took his cock in hand. “This thing?”

“Oh yeah.” She arched her back off the mattress. “That’s not just good; it’s freakin’ fantastic.”

He rested his elbow on the bed so his other hand was free and tweaked her nipple while continuing to work her clit. She kept her left foot free and clear, but wrapped her right leg around his back and dug her heel into his ass, then worked his nipple too.

His eyes and nostrils flared and the sweet gooiness that previously oozed off him melted away, exposing a raw, powerful male. He pushed into her and the slow, languid movements became powerful, driving thrusts. His concentration returned, but this time, rather than focusing on sensuous, rhythmic movements, he focused on driving them off a cliff.

When he pinched her clit and tilted up, leveraging his thrust against her G-spot, nirvana rushed in and swept her away. Seconds later, he caught the wave with her. His neck muscles tightened and strained as he threw his head back and a groan rose from his chest.

She’d never seen anything as magnificent as him in the throes of an orgasm… And she already couldn’t wait to do it again.

* * *

Sam was insatiable. Not that Kevin was complaining.

She was full of passion and fire, and every time he was ready to go, she was right there with him. Sometime between two and three, he’d fallen asleep with her wrapped in his arms, her head resting on his chest. He hadn’t needed a beer. He hadn’t wanted a shot. He was as content as ever, and sleep came swiftly and easily.

He drifted awake to a rain of sweet, gentle kisses on his chest. When he rocked his head to the side and looked at her through hooded eyes, she gave him a sleepy little smile, then rolled over and wiggled closer, pressing her ass against his side.

He rolled with her so they were perfectly aligned, like spoons in a drawer, and ran his hand from the swell of her breast down the indentation of her waist to her hipbone. “You ready for more, sugar?”

“Where you’re concerned, I’m always ready for more.” She arched her back and pressed her ass firmly against his hardening cock.

So far, with the exception of the initial spanking, things remained traditional. He wasn’t sure if there was a hint behind the ass-to-cock business, but figured this was as good a time as any to step things up a notch and see how far she’d be willing to go. His hope was, in a super-sexed state, she’d let her guard down and answer questions more freely than earlier, when he’d accidentally stumbled across her toy box—which shocked the shit out of them both.

He lifted her top leg over his, opening her to him, then ran his hand under the soft curve of her butt to her slick and ready-again sex.

“I’m going to start calling you More.”

She gave a husky laugh and reached backward between their bodies for his cock. Stroking and squeezing, she guided him to her. “As long as you back it up with action, I won’t mind.”

He laughed at her impatience. “Not yet,
amore mio
.”

He slipped two fingers into her, temporarily satisfying her, then dragged the juices from her pussy back toward her ass. She froze and her breathing stuttered, but she didn’t stop him or move away.

“Is this what you’re trying to tell me you want with all the ass grinding and wiggling?”

Her only response, besides another little wiggle, was an uncomfortable choking cough. Taking that as a consensual invitation, if not a yes, he gathered more lubrication and worked his ring finger into her tight opening. His finger was nothing in comparison to the double-dildo, and she sighed as her muscles relaxed, accepting the invasion.

Shit, that double dick had been a major surprise, especially when her eyes went straight to it when he asked about her favorite toy.

Was she into threesomes?

If so, could he share?

The thought dropped a chunk of cold dread in his chest like a block of ice. He’d shared women with Steve in college. Lizbeth had even suggested bringing in another playmate at one time; something he’d been willing to try if they’d found the right person. But the idea of sharing Sam held no appeal.

“Have you been with two guys at once?”

“No.” She shook her head and moaned again, then arched her body into a C, pressing her backside into him as he penetrated her farther, then worked his finger in a circle, stretching her.

“Do you want to be with two men?” The question came out more as a growl than a general question, but he couldn’t help himself. The whole idea left him nauseous.

He was fully aware of the double-standard flag waving around his head, but he didn’t give a shit. Her failure to answer unnerved him, so he dropped back and punted, easing into the discussion with something he already knew.

“You said you use the double dildo.”

“Yes,” she answered raggedly.

He stretched his free arm out from under her and took hold of her wrist, pinning her in place. “Have you had anal sex with a man?”

“No.” Her breath came in short, shallow gasps and her pulse pounded against his palm.

“But you want to.” He posed it as a statement, rather than a question, but she answered anyway.

“Sometime. Yes.”

Sometime. Not now.

“Do you like being held down?” His voice was so thick it sounded like his throat had been glued together with flypaper.

Her shoulder shifted in a shrug, her ass grinded against his finger, and she moaned low in her throat. All solid indicators of a
hell yeah
, but she said, “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do know. You may not have been tied down before, but I’m holding you now. Do you like it?”

She squirmed under him, not in an attempt to get away, but in an attempt to get closer, to angle her body with his so he could penetrate her. He removed his finger from her ass and obliged her by guiding his cock to her opening. However, before he gave her what she wanted, he would get an answer.

“I’m still waiting. Do you like being held down?”

“Yes, dammit. Now fuck me.”

He eased into her, but still not to the extent she wanted. Obsessing over the threesome thing would drive him batshit crazy if he didn’t find out exactly where she stood on the subject. He ran his hand along her jaw, then forced his thumb between her parted lips.

She clamped down and circled her tongue over and around, then nipped at the skin on the pad of this thumb.

“Do you want two men doing you at the same time, Sam? Do you want one man fucking you while you suck the other off? Or do you want two men fucking you at once—one in your pussy, one in your ass?”

She gasped for air while trying to maintain the suction on his thumb. Her left hand grabbed his arm, holding his thumb in place, while the other wrapped over his side and grabbed his ass, urging him to drive into her.

Shit, whether she wanted it or not, talking about a threesome was driving her wild, and she was on the verge of coming without him completely penetrating her.

That’s when he realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. He didn’t know if Sam was on the pill, and even if she was, he wouldn’t risk coming in her unprotected. He gritted his teeth to keep hold of his control, used his free hand to work her clit, and got down and dirty with the sexy talk.

A second later she exploded in his arms, coming in wave after wave after wave. He rolled her onto her stomach, took his cock into his hand, and came in heavy bursts on her back. When he finished, he flopped down beside her and gasped.

“No condom. Are you on the pill?”

Still trembling from her orgasm, she nodded and said, “Yeah, it’s okay.” She pegged him with a hard stare. “Next time, don’t cheat me.”

After wiping her off, he collapsed onto the bed and snuggled her close. They’d already talked about him moving to the couch before Michaela woke up, but he wasn’t ready to leave the warm bed or the warm body curled next to him.

While she played with the hair on his chest, she drew in a deep breath, opened her mouth to speak, then closed it with a sigh.

“Whatever’s on your mind, spit it out.”

After a few more starts and stops, she quietly said, “I like the fantasy of being with two guys, but I’m not sure I’d like the reality.”

His breath left in a whoosh as relief rushed through him. He tilted his head so he could look her in the eyes and said, “I can make the fantasy very real. But I don’t think I could share you.”

Her smile was as bright as the rising sun as she stretched up to kiss him. “Can you manage to be three or four guys yourself?”

He laughed and slapped her ass. “Your new name is definitely More.”