Her Mile High Mates [The Hot Millionaires #4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

Especially if it got her punished.

Fabia lifted the breast he was playing with from beneath and pushed it farther into his mouth. He sucked and bit harder as one hand started to explore her abdomen. She found it impossible to keep still as his questing hands sought out her most-vulnerable places, driving her wild as her body coursed with readiness. She needed him to touch her cunt, but he appeared to be deliberately avoiding it. Hell, he was good at this! He was driving her insane. She writhed against his hand, which earned her a sharper tap on the thigh.

“Keep still.” He released the breast he’d been tormenting and frowned at her. “You know better than that.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“You know I ought to punish you, don’t you?”

“Yes. I’ve been bad.”

“Kneel on the seat and stick your ass in the air.”

The padded seat sank beneath her weight as she did as he asked. She knew what was coming and relaxed as his hand came down on her rear, the sound unnaturally loud on the otherwise-quiet terrace. The sharp tingling caused her breath to hitch. She gasped as she waited for the pain to transmute to pleasure. It didn’t take long. Presumably sensing that she enjoyed the punishment, Peyton’s hand came down a little harder the second time, and then harder still.

“You have the most adorable ass,” he said in a thick voice. “Every man’s dream.”

“Thank you.”

This time when he spanked her, two of his fingers found her clit and brushed across it, just once, but that was all it took. The frustrations she’d been living with for six months bubbled over and she exploded, screaming as turbulent heat flooded her body. She would be in trouble for coming without his permission, but she simply didn’t care. She threw her head back as every nerve ending in her body sang in perfect harmony with its neighbour.

When she finally came back to earth, Peyton was watching her, a tender expression on his face.

“Sorry, Master,” she said, dropping her eyes.

“You needed that more than I realized.”

He stood up, still fully erect, and Fabia couldn’t hide her disappointment. Surely that wasn’t it. He reached for a towel and dried off his prick. Relief flooded through her when he reached for a condom packet, ripped it open with his teeth, and rolled it down his length.

“Okay, babe,” he said, resuming his seat. “Let’s see if we can make that happen again.”

She touched his rubber-clad penis with the tips of her fingers. “Oh, I reckon you’ve got something there that just might interest me.”

“Count on it.”

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her again. This time his kiss was positively searing, as was his prick, pushing against her cunt like it meant business. He wasn’t quite so controlled as he’d have her think, and it worked wonders for Fabia’s ego that she could reduce him to such a state of need. She wriggled against his erection, frustrated by the thin barrier of her soaking knickers, which he’d still refused to remove. As though reading her mind—again—he broke the kiss, lifted her from his lap and pulled her panties off one-handed.

“Nice,” he said, running a finger down her French wax. “And rather appropriate for a man in my line of work, I guess. You having a landing strip, I mean.”

She giggled, wondering when she’d last felt the desire to giggle spontaneously. “It must be fate.”

“Yeah, it must.” His eyes roved over her body, taking in every inch of her, clearly liking what he saw. “I’d like to punish you more, but I think we need to do this right now.”

“No arguments here.”

“Straddle me, babe. I wanna get my prick deep inside you.”

Fabia knelt over him and allowed him to take control. They both knew she was more than ready.

“If I touch you, you’re such an impatient little hussy that I reckon you’ll come again.”

“Probably,” she agreed, chewing her lower lip to prevent herself from laughing aloud. She felt liberated, feminine, empowered, and horny as hell. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

“Not at all.”

He placed his hands on her hips and lowered her slowly toward his erection. Its angry head nudged at her entrance and slid straight in. Fabia expelled a soft sigh and sank down to take more of him. She expected him to admonish her, but instead he groaned and thrust upward quite brutally. Fabia felt stretched as his huge prick filled her. She threw back her head as her cunt consumed him like they’d done this a thousand times before. Except she couldn’t recall another occasion when she’d felt so comprehensively filled, so completely and totally at one with her partner. So desperate to be fucked.

“God, Fabia, you’re something else.” His words empowered her, and she closed the walls of her vagina around him, eliciting an agonised groan. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Go deeper, Peyton.” Fabia sank down at the same time as he thrust up, discovering there was more to come. “I don’t…I can’t—”

“Sure you can. Open up for me, babe, and take it all.”

Fabia didn’t hesitate. “Oh, geez!”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s wonderful. Do I have it all?”

He thrust upward again. “Now you do. You’ve got my prick all the way up your tight little pussy, and I’m gonna give you the ride of your life.” He started to thrust slowly into her. “That’s it, Fabia, move with me, sweetheart. This is gonna be so damned good.”

“I know. I want you, Peyton. Keep fucking me.”

He increased the pace, and she stayed with him. “You reckon I could stop now?”

Fabia, panting with need, could barely speak. “I sure as hell hope not.”

Peyton’s mouth found one of her breasts and nibbled. Hard. Fabia screamed with pleasure. She simply couldn’t help herself but knew she didn’t need to worry about expressing herself in this environment. Her excitement obviously communicated itself to Peyton, and his thrusts increased in strength.

“Ride me, Fabia,” he said, his voice fractured. “Milk my cock. Come on, baby, let’s come together.”

“I am. Oh, God!”

Fabia felt turbulent heat flickering from her pussy and swamping the rest of her body. It was building slower this time, and she knew the experience would be more intense if she could somehow hold back for just a little longer. She thrashed her head from side to side, soaking-wet hair falling all over the place, halfway down her back and across her breasts. She opened her eyes and glanced at Peyton. His face was contorted as he struggled to hold back.

But there was no more delaying. They were both on the brink. They made eye contact and increased the pace without need for words. Hot bubbles splashed over the side of the tub like a minitsunami. Fire lanced through Fabia’s veins, driven by the physical alchemy that fizzed between them more violently than the effervescent water acting as their stage.

“Fuck me, Peyton. Give it to me hard.” Fabia’s control, such as it was, gave way to wild abandon. Exhilaration streaked through her with more heat than a naked flame, the anticipation almost too painful to endure. “I’m coming now!”

“Me, too.”

Peyton thrust into her hard and closed his eyes as a moan rumbled deep in his throat and his entire body quivered. She felt him pulsating long after her own climax dulled, causing the unbelievable to happen. A second orgasm gripped her, more slowly but far more intently. Exquisite shards of pulsating sensation swamped her. She rode the wave with eyes closed and head tossed backward until it finally crested and was slow to release her.

“What happened?” she asked, blinking as she came slowly back to earth.

Peyton kissed the top of her head. “I can’t say.” He sounded as confused as she felt. “Never known anything like it before.”

They’d only just dried off and got dressed again when Clyde returned.

“What did I miss?” he asked.

Peyton’s grin was positively smug. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Yeah, I would.” He examined both their faces and winked at Fabia. “I guess we could all do with another drink.”

Clyde went off in search of refreshment, just as the phone rang.

“I’ll get it,” Peyton said, disappearing as well.

Left alone, Fabia reached for her bag, doing what she could to rescue her hair. The small brush she carried with her got tangled and fell from her hand, slipping down the side of the swing seat cushions. She reached for it, but instead of the brush, her fingers closed round something much larger. Fabia extracted the object, glanced at it, and smiled. Peyton’s state-of-the-art iPhone must have slipped from his pocket when he was in such a rush to remove his clothes earlier.

She was about to return to the loft and tease him about his carelessness, but there was something familiar about the phone that made her pause. Frowning, she took a closer look. How many men carried their phones in sparkly leopard-skin covers? Even if Peyton was the exception to the rule, she knew for sure that he wouldn’t have a distinctive phone charm with the initial
S
picked out in rhinestones.

But her sister Sonia would.

Fabia knew that because she’d bought her that charm as a joke just a couple of months ago.

“Hey where’s the fire?” Clyde asked when Fabia, looking close to tears, brushed past him. “Is it something I said?”

She was already halfway out the door. “I’ve…er, just remembered that I have an early start tomorrow.”

Peyton shared a bemused glance with Clyde. “Okay, I’ll see you home,” he said.

“No need. I have my bike.”

Before he could argue, Fabia was gone.

“What the hell?” Peyton scratched his head.

“I take it you sampled the hot tub together?”

“Yeah, and she was fine with it.” A slow, lazy grin spread across Peyton’s face. “More than fine. She was sensational.”

“Maybe she’s embarrassed?”

“Nah, it’s not that.” Peyton pinched the bridge of his nose. “Something happened between getting out of the tub and you coming home.”

“Well, I didn’t say anything out of line. There wasn’t time. She was saying yes to a glass of wine one minute and was out of here like a miniwhirlwind the next.”

“I know. That’s what’s so odd.”

“I’ll check her out tomorrow afternoon,” Clyde said. “You’ve got a full afternoon, but I’m free. If something’s bugging her, perhaps she’ll be ready to talk about it by then.”

“Perhaps.” Peyton shook his head. “I hate it that I upset her. If I did. I don’t have a damned clue what went wrong, so how the hell am I supposed to put it right?”

“Perhaps she’s embarrassed because she got carried away with you. She’s on a mission to find her sister and probably feels guilty because she forgot about her for a while.”

“Possibly.” Peyton spread his hands. “We’ve gotta keep her off the subject of her sister at all costs.”

Clyde quirked a brow. “Think I don’t know that?”

“No.” Peyton flopped into a chair and expelled a long breath. “I know you do. After this weekend it shouldn’t matter, but for now—”

“What do you think happened to Sonia?”

Peyton shot him a look. “You really need me to answer that?”

“No, I guess not.” Clyde grimaced. “How are we gonna tell her?”

“We’re not. Not unless we get cast-iron proof. Better she’s left wondering rather than hearing the truth. After what happened to her parents, she’s pretty fragile, even though she doesn’t realize it. I don’t think she can handle much more right now. Our mission is to make her feel better about herself.”

Clyde popped the cap off one beer and threw another to Peyton. He caught it one-handed. “I hear you.”

* * * *

Toward the end of the following afternoon, Clyde strolled up to the tennis courts, clutching his racket. He’d made it his business to find out Fabia’s schedule. She had five minutes left of a lesson she was giving to a young married couple here on holiday. Then she’d be free.

She didn’t appear to notice him watching her from the side of the court, so he was free to appreciate the view. She wore a short red tennis dress with thin shoulder straps, and her hair was once again pulled into a tight braid. That must make it easier for tennis, but he preferred it the way it was when he saw her last night—wet from the hot tub and tumbling all over the place—as out of control as she’d obviously been. Her legs were very long and very brown. The guy she was coaching appeared to appreciate them, but his pretty wife didn’t seem to share that view.

When the lesson ended, she glanced his way and frowned. She’d seen him but didn’t acknowledge his presence, chatting with her clients instead. He waited until she was free and then strolled up to her.

“Afternoon, Fabia.”

“Hello, Clyde.” Her acerbic tone surprised him. Whatever had upset her, it wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t even been there.

“I fancied a knock up,” he said casually. “Got time?”

“You play tennis?”

He shrugged. “I’ve been known to disgrace the court on occasion.”

“Well, I’m not sure that I can—”

“I’ll pay for an hour’s coaching.”

She shot him a look, her lovely body rigid with tension that had nothing to do with him disrupting her schedule.