Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2) (30 page)

He waggled it at her.  “Grab hold and guide me inside you,” he demanded.

Bracing herself with one hand on his chest, she raised up, grabbed his cock, and held it while she lowered herself onto it.  As soon as it had pierced her opening, she let go and put both hands flat on his chest.  Her hips sank downward, taking him into her vagina, her elastic walls parting ahead of his blunt tip as he penetrated her, stretched her, filled her.  She could feel the smooth steel of his piercing as it slid over her tender tissues, adding a whole new dimension to her pleasure.  Finally she was resting against his groin, his spongy balls beneath her ass, his entire length seated inside her.

“Jesus, sugar, you’re like a furnace, so fuckin’ hot!  You’re so goddamn tight!”

She rose up, savoring the feel of her walls closing up behind his slow retreat.  The angle of their bodies scraped his deeply-veined cock against her clit. It was super sensitive from the colossal orgasm she’d just been given, and the friction sent the breath shuddering from her lungs.  She paused with only his cock head still inside her, then lowered herself back down, feeling the slow stretch of her muscles at his re-entry.

She felt the mattress dip.  It was Ash, crawling up behind her.  A squirt of cold lube dribbled down her ass crack.  His fingers worked it into her passage.

“Lie down on Caleb’s chest, Little Bit.  Ass in the air.”

She lowered her upper body, her hair a dark, silken curtain around her face, groaning when her taut nipples touched the hot skin of Caleb’s chest.  He groaned too, reaching up to jiggle her breasts, giving them a squeeze before putting his arms around her and pulling her tight against him.  She was rewarded with the sensation of Ash’s blunt cock head pressing against her now-gaping ass hole.  He slathered both his cock and her anus with more lube, then, after a brief pause to let her body adjust to his presence, he began pushing inside her rear opening, his passage eased considerably by the slippery lube.

Her shoulders tensed, twisted as she tried to relax, but Ash was bigger than the metal plug had been and when he stretched her to accommodate the flare of his cock head, the burning sensation was nearly too much for her to handle.  With Caleb’s thick cock filling her pussy, there simply wasn’t enough room for Ash’s in her ass.  “Wait!  Wait!  It’s not going to fit.  There’s not enough room!”

Caleb curled a finger under her chin and lifted her head, watching her face carefully.  “Do you need us to stop, sugar?  Are you usin’ your safe word?”

Was she?
 
She bit her lip, thinking hard. It hurt, no question about it.  But did it hurt enough to make them stop
? 
Especially considering she was sure she’d love it once they were both inside her?
 
She let out a tiny whimper.  “No-no, Sir.”

She could hear movement off to her right, straining her ears to figure out what it was.  It was Simon, climbing onto the bed fully naked to kneel beside Caleb’s head.  One hand fisted his cock, stroking it up and down.  “Do you trust us, darlin’?”

“Yes, Sir.”  And she did.  Implicitly.  There was no logical explanation for it.  It just was.

Caleb lifted his head from the pillow and gave her a tender kiss before lying back down, one hand tucked beneath his head.  His cock jerked inside her vagina.  “Where are you, Little Bit?”

“Green.  Sir.”

Ash let out a groan and bent again to kiss her ass dimple.  “Thank you, baby, you won’t regret this, I promise.  Just relax and push out.  The pain will ease off once the head is inside.  Then I promise you, we’ll give you more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible.”

Her fists clenched, nails biting painfully into her skin.  Her sex clenched into a tight, aching knot around Caleb’s penis, making him groan and arch his hips up off the bed.  She huffed out her breath and forced herself to relax. The burning sensation was intense as Ash continued to push forward, stretching her dark hole until she thought it would split.

“Push back, baby, just a little further—ah, there it is.”  The sight of her tight ring closing around the base of his cock head had him arching his back, his breath hissing between his teeth.  “Jesus, baby, that is the most beautiful sight.  I love the way your little hole bites down on me!  You’re so tight.  And hot!  And I’m so close I may not last very long.  Caleb?”

“Just hurry up and get inside that sweet ass.  Her muscles are milkin’ me so hard I’m ready to blow.”

Ash leaned over her back, his body pressed against her, a solid wall of muscle and heat.  His breath was warm against her shoulder blades, his lips even warmer.  “You ready, baby?” he asked.

Was she?  Was anybody ever ready for something like this?  He’d been right, of course.  As soon as the widest part of his cock head had passed through her sphincter, the burning sensation had eased and now she could concentrate on the pleasure that was to come.

“Yes, Sir.  Please…”

Ash chuckled and rolled his hips forward, invading her ass hole one slow inch at a time, scraping along the length of Caleb’s cock buried deep in her vagina, separated by only a thin membrane of tissue.  Both men sucked in their breaths, both cocks throbbed and jerked inside the hot depths of Kylie’s body, growing harder and thicker if that was even possible.

Kylie had never felt so stuffed in her life.  It was as if they were trying to pierce her to her very heart

While Ash was occupied with his invasion of her ass, Simon rose slightly on his knees.  “Lift your head, Little Bit.  Caleb has already experienced the joy and wonder of your mouth on him.  Now it’s my turn.” He palmed the side of Kylie’s head and guided his cock toward her mouth.  She opened without even being told.  “Close your lips around me, darlin’, and suck.”

Her lips sought the trench beneath his flared head and she flexed her cheeks, forming a tight seal. 

“Unnhhh!” he groaned as she lowered her head on him, taking him nearly to the back of her throat at the same moment Ash’s cock hilted inside her ass.  Her mouth opened and she gasped around Simon’s cock.  All three of them paused, Simon’s cock jerking in her mouth, Ash’s and Caleb’s throbbing against each other inside her dual passages.

She moaned and wriggled her hips. 
Good God, they feel like they’re both in the same channel!
 

“Hold still, sugar,” Caleb said.  “Let us do all the movin’, okay?”

“Huh-hay,” she mumbled around Simon’s cock.  She sucked in her breath as Ash’s cock slid slowly past Caleb’s until only the head remained lodged in her anus.  When he slid back in, Caleb withdrew, setting up an amazing see-sawing friction that had her moaning and gasping for breath as pleasure inundated her.  She lowered her mouth around Simon’s erection.  He tasted musky, salty, slightly tangy.  And she wanted him to spill his cum down her throat.  She wanted to taste the full essence of him.  So, she tightened the suction of her mouth, swirling her tongue around his length, massaging him with her lips.

Ash’s eyes closed, his head fell back.  “
Jesus,
Kylie!”  Low, guttural growls, more animal than human, ripped from his throat, vibrating through her all the way to her toes.  Blindly he lifted his hands, threading his fingers through her hair to grip the sides of her face, holding her head still as his hips began a slow pistoning movement in and out of her mouth.

As Ash and Caleb ratcheted up the speed and force of their thrusts, the movement of Simon’s hips also sped up as he fucked her mouth.  The room echoed with all of their grunts and groans and little cries of pleasure as the pressure of impending orgasm built within all of them. 

Ash’s right hand left Kylie’s hip and his arm circled around her waist, his thumb unerringly homing in on her clit.  His first two fingers toggled the tiny little pearl, a rapid motion that tightened Kylie’s muscles so hard, she feared the tension would snap her bones.

She gasped around Simon’s cock, sucking air into the bottom of her lungs with desperate effort.  Her pussy contracted with crushing force as her body exploded in an orgasm that lit her up like a nuclear bomb.  The force of her convulsions pulled first Caleb, then Ash over the edge and she felt their hot semen jetting into her pussy and ass.

Simon’s cock thickened in her mouth.  He arched his back, shoving himself deep into her throat, his face a tormented rictus of ecstasy.  She gagged and coughed, then swallowed hard.  With a hoarse shout, his body went rigid and he spilled his seed down her throat.  Her convulsive swallows milked him of every drop, even as he continued to thrust gently in and out of her mouth.  Finally, he deflated, pulled out of her mouth and sat up on his knees, fisting his cock and massaging the base of the head with his thumb to coax the final little dribs and drabs of semen from it.

The four of them collapsed all around each other, kissing whatever body part was closest to their mouths as their racing hearts slowed and their breathing gradually returned to normal.

By that time Kylie was asleep, waking only long enough to groan in delight as they cleaned both her and themselves before aligning themselves protectively around her and falling into a deep sleep.

* * * *

He was so bored, he nearly missed the black Humvee approaching the end of the driveway.  It was already past ten and he’d been here for the last three hours, lying on the cold, hard ground in a little copse of trees across the street from the Rafferty’s driveway.  The two cars that had left earlier had only contained one occupant apiece, but he’d kept his impatience in check, hoping the third brother would eventually leave and she’d be home alone.  No such luck. They were
both
in the black Humvee that was coming down the driveway now. 
Shit! 
Now he’d have to follow them and try to grab her somewhere else.  He’d have to be really sneaky, though, to get past that fucking bodyguard.  He’d been shocked to find her literally surrounded by three men—
triplets
, no less.  Ex-military types, too, judging
from the looks of them
.

He didn’t break cover until the Hummer turned onto the main road, heading toward town.  Then he sprinted to the unremarkable silver Toyota he’d hidden in the trees.  He didn’t know where they were going, but that big-ass Hummer should be easy enough to spot no matter where it was parked. He drove leisurely, careful to keep enough distance between the two cars so that he wouldn’t be spotted.

He’d only found her in the first place by a stroke of sheer luck, one of the payoffs from the bug he’d placed in Dwyer and Sweeney’s car.  The only name the FBI agents had mentioned on their trip back to Philly was Passion Lake.  A Google search had led him to this little resort town in Virginia, but he’d had no idea where to start looking for Kylie Ferrell.  Or even if she was still there.  Until very early this morning when he’d stopped for breakfast at a place called Mansfield’s Diner, and, man, had he lucked out!  His waitress had been a perky blond teen-ager named Brandi.  When he’d mentioned that he was there at the recommendation of his very dear friend, Kylie Ferrell, Brandi had been a veritable fount of information, including the fact that Kylie’s feet were badly injured and that she was staying with “The Raffertys,” making the Raffertys sound like a nice elderly couple who delighted in taking in strays.  The fact that the Raffertys had turned out to be three former spec ops soldiers had been a decidedly unwelcome development.  But at least that had told him who to watch.  And he’d been watching ever since.  From that stupid patch of woods, the only decent bit of cover for at least a hundred feet in each direction.  He couldn’t see the house from this lousy vantage point.  But then, he didn’t need to see it in order to know that the entire property was protected by a multi-layered, state-of-the-art security system.  He’d seen military installations with less security than this place.  So who
were
these fuckers, anyway?

Trying to ignore the anxiety gnawing at his gut, he’d maintained his distance, wondering how he was going to pull this off.  This would most likely be his only chance to grab her.  He was pretty sure there was a BOLO out on both him and his car, which is why he’d ditched his car and paid cash for this nondescript silver Toyota at Big Al’s used car lot on his way out of Philly.  It was also why he was wearing his black-framed glasses instead of his usual contacts, and why he was now sporting the beginnings of a neat little goatee and mustache.  But despite all that, John Bullard knew that his time on this earth was running out.  It was now down to a matter of days, if not hours.  All of his grand plans for the future had been snatched away and it was all that bitch’s fault.  Kylie Ferrell.  She’d told the FBI where to find those goddamned secret books.  And now that they had them, he was toast.

Of course, he’d been toast the minute he had placed himself under Dominic Righetti’s thumb.  First by being best friends with the old man’s son, Lorenzo.  And second by marrying Lorenzo’s cousin, Lenore.  Lenora Maria Carlotta Francesca Righetti Bullard, his beautiful, extravagant wife who had never been able to adapt to life on a police detective’s salary.  His wife, whose spending sprees had forced him time and time again to go to Tio Dominic, hat in hand, reluctantly asking for a loan.  Which the old man had always given him and which John had always promised to pay back despite the old man’s assurances that he didn’t need the money.  That perhaps John might be in a position to do
him
a favor someday.