Her Alpha Avengers [The Hot Millionaires #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

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“Witch!”

She shrugged. “It was only a suggestion.”

“Which won’t get you anywhere. We’re not
that
possessive.”

“Then I’ll do what has to be done, for the sake of your precious art, of course.”

Gabe expelled a deep sigh. “Okay, you win, but if we’re gonna do this, we’ll need to be creative.”

“Creative is what you do best.”

“Yeah, it is.”

She remained sitting with her legs splayed, moisture seeping from her cunt and trickling down her inner thigh. She was hot, more than ready for him, and wasn’t trying to hide it. He liked that about her. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. He suspected that hadn’t always been the case, but Fin and Otto between them had clearly helped her get over a few self-imposed hurdles.

“Hmm, let’s see.” A challenging expression illuminated her eyes as he looked at her but refrained from touching. On a whim, he reached for a paintbrush with a long handle and waved it across her freshly shaven pubis. “I can’t touch those lovely nipples of yours, and it’s gonna kill me, you know that?”

She nipped her lower lip and sent him a flirtatious smile. “You should have done it earlier, whilst you had the chance.”

“I was in the zone, babe.”

“Do you always concentrate so hard on absolutely everything you do?”

“Always.”

Without warning her, he slipped the end of the paintbrush into her pussy and pushed it in as far as it would go.

She laughed. “You planning to paint inside there, too?”

Gabe stepped out of his shorts. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his cock was now free to express itself. It did so, jutting large and angry in front of him, jerking and pulsating when he closed his fingers round it to show her just what she’d let herself in for.

“It looks as though you’ve gotten yourself into another sort of zone,” she said, moistening her lower lip with the tip of her tongue.

“You look so damned sexy with that brush sticking out of your cunt,” he said softly. “I so want to replace it with my cock.”

“No arguments this end.”

“Yeah, but the paint.” He thought about it for a moment. “Kneel on the floor, Sabine, and rest your arms on the chaise. Don’t let your body, and especially not your tits, touch it, though. Can you do that for me?”

“Sure.”

She wiggled into position. “That okay?”

“That’s more than okay.” He tapped her cute butt, now pointing invitingly up in the air. “If you could see yourself.” Gabe shook his head. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Isn’t that kind of the point?”

“Stay where you are. I’ll be right back.”

Naked, Gabe flew down the stairs, got what he needed from the playroom, and rejoined her in record time.

“Okay, sweetheart. We can’t do kissing, so, like I said, we need to get creative.”

She could only have a sideways view of what he was about to do to her. He thought about blindfolding her but decided against it. Better that she knew what was coming, which would be both of them before they were too much older. Gabe had never been more desperate to get laid. Fin said she was a screamer and that she loved to express herself when she was on the point of climax. Gabe was all for free expression.

He removed the paintbrush and replaced it with a large vibrator turned on to a low speed.

“Like that?”

“Hmm, it feels pretty good, for starters.”

“How about this?”

He squirted lube over her ass and rubbed it down the crack with long sweeps of his hands, one finger circling her anus as he did so. She pushed back against him and groaned.

“Even better,” she said.

He slid that finger into her backside without any difficulty because Sabine didn’t try to fight against the invasion.

“Are you going to fuck my ass, Gabe, or do you have something else in mind?”

“If you’ll let me then I’d love to take your sweet ass.”

“I’ll be as mad as hell if you don’t.”

He laughed at her desperation. “Need to punish you first, though.”

He removed his finger and replaced it with a lubricated ass plug. She absorbed it with a soft moan, squirming until it settled comfortably deep inside her.

“That’s it, Gabe. I really love that feeling.”

“And I love it that you tell me these things. I need to know what you like the best.”

“I like everything the three of you have done to me so far.”

He chuckled. “Glad the service meets with your approval.”

He stood up, picked up the switch he’d collected from downstairs, and brought it down over her ass with a fair amount of force. Her initial scream turned into an anguished sigh of approval.

“Like that?”

“You need to ask?” She turned her head sideways and smiled up at him. “I could take it a little harder, though.”

Christ, she was killing him! She was so damned responsive. His prick twitched, and fire surged through his veins as he continued to chastise her. He loved the way her little ass jerked when he whacked it and how she made a sound that was halfway between a whimper and a sigh. He reached for the vibrator and turned it up another notch.

“Hmm, that feels so damned good,” she said.

“You’ve got a huge vibrator up your cunt, a plug up your ass, and I’m spanking the life out of you.” Gabe stood over her, switch in hand, breathing heavily. He looked down at her, and the vision that greeted him drugged his mind. Her ass was pink now where he’d whacked it, but she looked so damned cute, casting him sideways glances that begged for more of the same, that he really thought he might lose it. “What else do you need?” he asked.

“Some clamps on my nipples would be good.”

“Can’t be done, babe. The painting.”

“Ah, of course, the painting. Nothing must ruin the painting.”

“You sure you can take my cock up your ass, Sabine? I’m pretty big.”

“Stop boasting.”

“Just sayin’, is all. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I enjoy being hurt.”

“Yeah, you do, don’t you. I wish I could chain you up and do all sorts of other wicked things to you.”

“Be my guest once the painting thing’s over.”

“All three of us together would like to take part. You up for that?”

“Absolutely,” she said, without hesitation. “But right now, there’s something else I need rather badly.”

She sounded dangerously close to begging. Gabe would have made her wait a bit longer because he’d like to hear her beg. Problem was, he was pretty desperate himself. He removed the plug from her ass and rubbed his cock down her crack. She moaned and wiggled closer to it.

“That’s it, Gabe, you know what I need.”

“You ever been fucked by two men at the same time?”

“No, but I’d like to be. Is that being greedy?”

“No, babe, it’s being the answer to our prayers. Anyway, I’ll give you a little bit of an idea what it’ll be like by leaving the vibrator where it is. It’s not the same as the real thing, of course.”

“Fine by me.”

Gabe pushed an inch of his cock into her tight back passage. He planned to work his way in slowly so as not to hurt her, but Sabine clearly wasn’t prepared to wait. She shoved her hips back against him, and he sank deeper than he’d intended.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Not at all. Keep going, Gabe. I really need to come.”

“You will, honey. I’d love to touch your clit, but I’m afraid of disturbing the paint.”

“You really are single-minded, aren’t you?”

He inched a little farther into her, readiness coursing through his body as they moved together as though they’d done this a thousand times before. “Nope, not right now. If you knew just how close I am to not giving a shit about my painting.” He shook his head. “That’s never happened before.”

“Then I’m flattered.”

“You should be. Even so, we’re not gonna risk it. I absolutely don’t want my masterpiece getting damaged. I’d only regret it in the morning.”

The both laughed. “Is that all I am to you?” She sighed as another inch of his cock invaded her ass. “Nothing more than a work of art.”

“Nothing more?” He slapped her buttocks hard. “Do you realize what you just said, woman? There’s nothing more important than my art.”

“In that case, I’m glad to have inspired you.”

“You’ve done a hell of a lot more than that.” Gabe drove all the way into her and could feel the pressure of the vibrator though the thin wall that divided it from his cock. “You’ve taken my work in an entirely different direction.”

“How?” she asked breathlessly.

“Just by being you.” He slid in and out of the gloriously tight channel that formed her backside, exquisite shards of sensation cascading through his body as his climax rapidly built. “You feel that, darlin’? You feel me fucking you?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a strangled moan. “The vibrator feels great, but your cock is absolute heaven.”

He chuckled. “Glad to hear I win out over a piece of plastic.”

“There’s a lot to be said for battery-operated plastic. What else do you think’s kept me sane these past two years?”

“Geez, no wonder you seem like you’re making up for lost time.” Gabe picked up the pace, driving into her so hard that his balls slapped painfully against her buttocks. “Hopefully, the three of us will be able to put that right.”

“You’ve made a pretty good start.” She cried out. “God, that feels so good. Let me have it harder, Gabe, I’m really close now.”

Gabe did as she asked, reaching beneath her to push the vibrator a little deeper and turning it up to maximum speed.

“That’s it. Fuck me, Gabe, I’m going to come.” She pushed back against him harder than ever and screamed at him. “Here it is!”

He slammed into her and pushed the vibrator as deep as it would go, sensing her pleasure as she rode the wave without inhibition. His limbs felt the strain as he held himself back, making sure she got absolutely everything she needed from him before he took his turn. Only when her tremors ceased did he let himself go.

“I’m coming, too, babe,” he said breathlessly. “Let me fuck you, Sabine.” He spanked her buttocks hard. “Come on, sweetheart, stay with me.”

“I am, Gabe. I can feel you on the brink. Oh, God, it’s turning me right back on again.”

He shot his sperm into her just as she screamed and came for a second time.

“I don’t believe what just happened,” she said, shaking her head. “What is it with you guys?”

As soon as he could move, Gabe withdrew.

“Stay where you are,” he said, dashing off to grab a washcloth.

“I wouldn’t dream of spoiling your work of art,” she said, sending him a sideways laugh.

“I should think not as well.”

He cleaned up her bottom and removed the vibrator.

“Okay, babe, sit back up and spread your legs for me.”

She quirked a brow. “Again?”

“I need to make you comfortable without spoiling the paint job.”

“Ah, that would be it.”

“What I’d rather do is hold you in my arms until we both fell asleep, but—”

“I know, it ain’t gonna happen.” She smiled at him. “The art comes first.”

“Glad you understand.”

He settled her back in her pose and went back to work naked, totally focused again.

“That’s better,” he said. “Now you have exactly the look I need.”

“And we know how to replicate it if it starts to slip,” she said, grinning.

“There is that.”

He worked swiftly and in silence. Sabine seemed perfectly happy to keep it that way, as though she realized he needed to concentrate. The only noise in the room was the soft swishing of brush on canvas and the dog’s snores. At one point the internal phone rang.

“Need lunch?” Fin asked.

“Just a minute, I’ll ask. Sabine, can you manage without food if we carry on until five?”

“Sure. I had enough breakfast to last all day.”

“Okay, Fin,” he said into the phone. “Forget lunch, but can we get dinner at five? I’ll have something for you then. A surprise you’re gonna enjoy.”

“Do we need to prepare the playroom?”

“Absolutely.”

Chapter Eleven

 

“Right, that’s it for now. Let’s call it a day.”

Sabine’s eyes flew open at the sound of Gabe’s voice. The calm atmosphere in the studio, coupled with postcoital contentment, had made her drowsy. As she held her pose, she’d almost fallen asleep with her eyes still half open.

“Sure you’ve got enough?”

“I could never have enough of you,” he said.

“Well, I’m glad you got what you
did
want.”

His chuckle was decidedly wicked. “I usually do.”

Sabine didn’t doubt it, but she had no wish to think about the other women he’d honed his skills on. She stood up and stretched, her limbs cramped from having sat in the same position for so long.

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