Only Pleasure (11 page)

She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted Chase. She wanted every sensation whipping through her until she was exploding between them.

"Come, beauty," Khalid whispered as she felt him move, lying back on the bed, drawing her thighs over him. "Take what you need."

His cock tucked against her pussy and she whimpered, moaned, and moved it out of reach. She wouldn't have him there. Not there. She lifted and evaded the thickly crested erection until she had it where she wanted it.

"Kia." Chase forced her to pause, pulling back, staring down at her. "This position won't be as easy for you."

"Whose pleasure?" she whispered, shaking, trembling as Khalid held her hips, supported her as she pressed herself down on the thick erection.

"Your pleasure, Kia. Any pleasure you need."

"Oh God."

She had never taken anything in this position. Neither in her rear, nor her sex. She had never known it was possible until she had watched the videos with it. Had never imagined she could do it.

She forgot about anything but the erotic intensity now. Chase eased her up until her upper body was straight, her rear flaring open, taking the hard cock as she stared back at Chase.

"Chase." She was shaking.

She could feel herself parting. There was no other sensation to detract from this, nothing to ease the brutal reality or the violent pleasure tearing through her.

"Slow and easy, sweetheart." He lifted first one leg, then the other, drawing them forward, easing her back as Khalid's hands continued to support her. "Take him slow and easy."

Chase watched as the thick, dark flesh of Khalid's erection worked inside her. Khalid knew a woman's body better than most men. Knew when to dominate, when to give up the lead.

Chase reached out, parted the swollen, flushed curves of her pussy and watched her juices ease from her vagina to seep along the flesh of Khalid's cock that she hadn't yet taken.

He had never watched this. Never watched a woman take this intimate penetration. But he was watching Kia. Watching as her thighs tightened and she worked Khalid deeper inside her, her cries rising as need rose inside him like an addictive craving. It tightened his stomach, clenched in his balls.

He wondered what it would be like, just once, to take her alone. To use the mirror, to feel her, possess all of her.

"I want to taste you," she cried out again, her voice ragged as more than half the length of Khalid's flesh pierced her. "Chase. Please. Now."

He moved to her, resting on his knees as she turned her head to him and filled her mouth.

"Damn you," he snarled. Because he didn't have to stop watching. As he glanced back to her spread thighs, he saw the mirror on the bureau. Across from the foot of the bed. And there, in full display, was the sight of Kia taking the heavy erection up her ass.

He had to fuck her. He was dying to fuck her.

Her mouth was working over his cock, each sucking draw pulling at the cum filling his balls.

"Khalid?"

"Ah, fuck. Don't make me talk," Khalid snarled. "By damn, she's like a fist around me, Chase."

"Can you hold on?" Just for a minute, he wanted just long enough to fill her mouth before he pushed himself inside that tight pussy.

"Can I die when we're done?" Khalid panted. "Ah, hell. She's milking me. You'd better hurry."

Hurry?

He closed his eyes, loosed the control quickly fraying and gave her what she wanted. He felt himself exploding, her name on his lips, his semen spurting into her mouth as he lost something, felt something inside him tear free and pour into her along with his seed.

She was crying, moaning, sucking at his release and taking all of him. And she was hotter, her face filled with more pleasure, with more eroticism than she'd had when she touched the other man.

Drawing back, Chase knew. Something. He needed to think. He needed to think now, and there was no thinking. There was nothing but the need to bury himself inside her.

"Support her, Khalid." He moved between her thighs, looked, and nearly lost his breath.

Khalid was buried deep inside her, his balls drawn tight; his own need to release had to be torturous.

"Sweet little heart." Khalid held her close to his chest now, her head laying on his shoulder as she stared back at Chase.

"My pleasure?" she whispered.

"Your pleasure."

His cock was painfully hard. He wouldn't last as long as he should, but there was always later. After she rested, napped, he could have more of her. And more of her.

He pressed inside her.

"Oh fuck. Kia. Damn you. Damn you."

Her pussy was blistering hot, so tight, so snug, he could barely push into her. The violently sensitive flesh of his cock was screaming out in renewed lust. Her juices dampened it, soaked his flesh and hers as he worked inside her.

"Damn, Chase. No more like this," Khalid was snarling beneath her. "I thought you had better sense."

Better sense? A man was supposed to be in control when Kia's arms reached for him, when she spread her thighs farther and lifted her legs, gripping his hips even as the position buried Khalid deeper within her.

"Hard," she whispered. "Take me hard, Chase."

He shook his head, sweat running down his neck, his chest. She was too tight. He didn't want to hurt her.

"I need harder." She writhed, her feet pressed into the backs of his thighs and she moved her hips, lifting and lowering herself as Khalid's strangled groan beneath warned Chase the other man was reaching his limit.

He gripped her thighs and pushed. His head fell back on his shoulders as he buried inside her in three hard thrusts, hearing her screams in his ears, her demand for more.

"Take me," she was crying. "Take me hard. Oh God, Chase. Take me now. Hard and deep."

It was a demand, filled with sexual heat and desperate need. And once he was buried inside her, he couldn't stop.

His hands gripped her hips with bruising strength as he surged inside her, synchronizing with Khalid in a natural rhythm as he felt it. He felt his chest tightening as he watched her face, watched her watch him, watched emotions fill her, reach out to him, sink into his flesh.

"Chase, damn," Khalid was snarling behind her, his face a mask of twisted pleasure as Kia reached up to him, touched his face, his lips. And exploded around him.

A heartbeat later his eyes widened. Khalid was shuddering behind her, buried inside her, as he released into a condom even as Chase hadn't used one.

"Ah, God." He was plunging inside her, stroking, desperate. He threw his head back, pulled from her with a snarl of rage and covered the painfully hard flesh with his fingers as spurts of release exploded from the throbbing head.

He pumped his hand over his cock, remembering nights, so many nights he had done this, thinking of her, dying to touch her. And now his release glistened on her belly, her thighs.

Her gaze was slumberous, exotic now. Sweat dampened, sated for the moment, she ran her fingers through the seed that had fallen to her belly and brought them to her mouth.

She tasted him.

Chase bent his head, touching his forehead to her breasts and fought. For the first time in his life, he had to fight the emotion, and he knew, if he wasn't careful, this delicate affair would become more than just the pleasure. And when it did, it risked breaking both of them.

Khalid eased from the bed and came slowly to his feet as he glanced at the dark window of Kia's bedroom. Dawn hadn't yet come, was several hours away in fact. He never slept well outside of his own bed for some reason. Deliberate habit, he told himself as he searched for and found the articles of his clothing.

As he dressed, he stared back at the bed, his lips almost easing into a grin. Kia was curled against Chase like a tired little kitten, her head against his chest, her arms over his waist as he enclosed her in a very intimate embrace. His arms were wrapped about her, and her legs were tucked between his.

It was a surprisingly innocent picture, he thought, considering the sexual excesses that had been played out in that bed.

Long, champagne-blond hair flowed over Chase's arm. Chase's hair was mussed, lying over his forehead, giving him an almost boyish look. As though a Falladay could have a boyish look, he thought with a soundless snort as he sat down on a chair and pulled on his socks and shoes.

It was wickedly cold outside. Temperatures had fallen to the teens even before they left the party; it would be even colder now. If there was one thing Khalid hated, it was the late-night cold. It brewed around him, within him, reminding him too much of things best forgotten.

He shook his head and rose to his feet, sparing one last look for the couple before moving through the silent apartment.

He stopped at that couch, his eyes narrowing at the small gas fireplace on the other side of the room, the wall of windows beside it, and appraised the couch. There was a pillow, and along the back of the cushions a thick spread.

This was where Kia slept, she had said. Did she stare into the darkness and feel the pain it held? Did the warmth of the fire ease her ache for Chase as he held so stubbornly onto his heart?

Chase, it seemed, refused to acknowledge what even his friends knew. Kia Rutherford would not be easy to walk away from. He might wish she was. Khalid had no doubt Chase would try, but he would never let her go.

Khalid shook his head at that as he let himself out of her apartment and pulled his cell phone from his jacket.

"Abdul, I am ready to leave," he stated as the chauffeur answered.

"Yes, sir, but I should inform you, I have company."

Khalid's brows lifted. "What company could you have, Abdul?"

Abdul sighed heavily. "It is her, sir."

Khalid paused at the elevator, then stared back at the apartment as he smothered an oath. He didn't have time for
her
.

"And she is with you why?"

"Because she brought with her a Thermos of excellent dark coffee and some rather fresh donuts." Abdul cleared his throat. "But her ride left."

"Then she can get a cab," Khalid snarled.

Abdul cleared his throat again. "It's very cold, Mr. Khalid. Her hotel is not far from here."

Khalid stepped into the elevator, grinding his teeth.

"Does she not have a coat?"

"No, sir." Abdul did the throat-clearing thing again. "Well, yes, sir, but it is very thin."

He felt his nostrils flaring. "And I should care about this why?" he snapped.

"Mr. Khalid," Abdul's voice was shocked. "It is very cold tonight."

"He's being a bear again, isn't he?" Martha's voice sounded through the phone. Too damned cheerful and too fucking perky. "Tell him to get over it."

"Get over it?" he snarled.

"Now, Mr. Khalid, her hotel, it is just down the street."

"Go," he said harshly. "Get her out of my limo, immediately. Take her to her hotel, give her her coffee and her donuts, and get your ass back here. Are we clear?"

"I drank the coffee and donuts," Abdul said mournfully.

Khalid was forced to massage his temples as he heard Martha making compassionate sounds in the background.