Natural Consequences (75 page)

“How familiar are you with women’s underwear?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Not if it’ll spoil the moment.”

He answered her with another kiss, full on the mouth, as his hands reached up to massage her back now free of her bra. She hummed appreciatively at both aspects of his affection, letting him walk her slowly backward into his bedroom. To his credit, he’d happily dragged out their foreplay in the living room until she couldn’t stand anymore.

She stopped as soon as she felt the corner of his bed against her legs. “Wait,” she said, and claimed another kiss before she went on, “I have to ditch these.”

“What?” he asked.

She reached around to get rid of the handcuffs behind her hip. Her gun already sat on his coffee table, quickly discarded to prevent any accidents. “Don’t get any ideas about these,” she said, holding up the cuffs. “They’re not comfortable.”

“Yeah, I noticed earlier.”

“No, I mean even in bed.”

Jason scowled in protest. “So, what, you and whatever guy you were with just jumped right into the bondage stuff the same day they gave you your first pair of handcuffs, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah,” Amber snorted. “What do you think happens? Hey,” she said, her hand coming up behind his neck as he rolled his eyes, “He’s not here now. He lost.”

“I wasn’t worried about it.”

“Besides, I’m still sore about being put in my own handcuffs. That was pretty messed up. I didn’t even get an apology.”

“Maybe I can make that up to you?”

Amber’s grin broadened. “Maybe,” she hissed, and then tugged him down onto the bed beside her. She pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it aside before running her hands down his chest. His fingers went to the button and fly of her slacks. Her hips rose to aid his work.

“Tell me you’ve got condoms,” said Amber. She immediately noticed his slight hesitation. “Oh, you’re kidding me. I just didn’t want to spoil the moment before, so I figured I’d ask later, but—“

“No, I’ve got condoms, we’re cool,” he grinned.

“What, you don’t like wearing them?”

Jason shrugged. “I’ll wear a condom. No big. I was just thinkin’ I’ve got a clean bill of health from the clinic sitting on my dresser there. But I’m cool, they’re right over in—“

She stopped his hand as it reached for his nightstand. His eyes came back to hers to find a naughty gleam. “Tubes are tied,” she said.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Well, I was under sedation at the time.”

“No, I mean… okay,” he smiled broadly before the two fell into kissing again.

Amber put off removing his gym shorts until he had her in nothing but her panties, wanting to get some sort of parity going before the moment came. Touch alone told her that he wouldn’t disappoint, but more and more she noticed how well they synched as they played. She loved his attitude, his easy manner, and his patience.

He knew how to take it slow. He also knew when to get naughty. The hand that slipped up under her breast to gently knead and stroke her while he hooked his other thumb under her panties proved that.

Such a good catch
, she thought approvingly,
except…

“I don’t want a long-distance relationship, Jason,” she said in his ear.

He slowed. Her panties didn’t come off. “Wait, is this a one-night booty call?”

“No! No, it’s not that either. Did you think it was?”

“Well, I’ll take what I can get, but it’s not what I want.”

“I live in LA, Jason,” she told him. “I busted my ass to get out of Washington. I need the sun.”

“Is this something we need to work out now?”

“What if it is?” she grinned, plainly not meaning it.

“Fuck it, I can transfer,” he grunted as he tugged her panties free.

Amber sighed at the feeling of his hands all over her hips, welcoming him to go on playing as long as he wanted. Her appreciation grew more vocal as she felt his gentle fingers move between her legs to explore the wet flesh there. He stroked her lips and tenderly probed, drawing out both moans and more welcoming warmth.

Ready to stop fooling around now, Amber pushed him over onto his back and grabbed for his shorts. They came off easily enough, treating her to her first sight of him fully naked. She smiled with approval as she straddled him. “Oops. Look who wound up on top.”

“I can handle that.”

“Sure you can,” Amber said, and then gasped as his hands firmly guided her hips into place. She reached between them to guide his shaft, wanting to tease herself for only a moment more before claiming him.

She’d never felt so beautiful. Other guys had flattered her before, wanting to get where Jason now was, but Amber knew Jason was much more genuine than that. He felt so good within her and looked at her with such affection. Amber lay down on top of him, wanting to feel as much of her partner as possible as he began to move to their mutual pleasure.

“You mean it, don’t you?” she breathed against his ear.

“Huh?”

“Everything.”

“Yeah! I’m just… I’m… not really a talker,” he grinned, pushing into her again with his hands possessively wrapped around her ass.

“Me, neither,” Amber smiled, and abandoned the rest to just enjoy the ride.

* * *

Alex lay on his back, overcome with both fatigue and pleasure. Almost every muscle from his legs to his shoulders all but trembled with exhaustion. His body refused to go completely limp—not when the seductress above him demanded more from him—but where he’d begun with her this morning as a lustful and dominant aggressor, nightfall arrived to find him a helpless but willing victim.

He’d bent her over and had her crying out his name. He’d lain side by side with her and made love until they’d shared whispers and tears. And now he lay underneath the demon, mustering only enough power to push up with his hips as she rode him through another shaky orgasm. Her curse refused to let his sex wane in its potency, but its enhancement of his stamina had limits. Eventually, the mortal had to let the demon take control.
He knew only the sight of her beauty and the constant pleasures of her sex. Everything else had been gloriously exhausted to leave them focused on this one ecstasy.

Countless men and women had died with Lorelei like this. He fully understood why. This wasn’t the first time they’d taken one another to extremes. He sometimes caught himself arranging his calendar to allow for this… and, after all that had developed between them and within himself in the last few nights, Alex saw no reason to hold back on that anymore.

Lorelei’s hips gyrated back and forth over his, her fingers lewdly rubbing her labia to enhance the sensations of her climax until they abated. She enjoyed his gaze on her body enough that she turned the lights on when it grew dark. Riding him through this last satisfaction, Lorelei’s eyes opened again with a cool, serene smile. “Thank you for this,” she said.

“Thank you,” he rasped.

“You need water again,” she observed.

“I need you,” he corrected, though his voice remained just as dry.

“The night is yet young,” Lorelei chuckled, “and there is no escape from me now… master.” Lorelei rose from him, indulging him with a long look at her body in her full glory as she strode out of the bedroom.

Alex smiled up at the ceiling. He couldn’t feel the least bit guilty about that term when she had him at her mercy like this. He likely couldn’t get out of bed now if the building caught fire.

That thought occurred to him as the light in the room flickered and brightened. He knew that effect. Alex turned his head slightly toward the angel who slipped in through the wall. She came to him with a breathless expression, moving with deliberate slowness as she laid down against him and planted a soft, gentle kiss on his lips.

He felt his strength return in a rush. Rachel banished his fatigue, leaving him feeling as if he’d just slept and shaken off the burn and aches of his strained muscles. Alex embraced her and kissed her back, knowing what she wanted of this. His hands pulled up her dress as she brought her hips in line with his and wordlessly drew his flesh into her.

They shared breath as well as pleasure. Rachel’s eyes opened with his. “Wow, have I needed this all day,” she groaned with relief.

His hands drifted to her hips, working her into a slow and steady grind. “I figured you’d feel it all day.”

“The connection’s wonderful,” she said, her words stretching out along with her muscles as she writhed against him, “but it still leaves me wanting the real thing. Every time. Didn’t even want any foreplay after today.”

“And now I need not be
gentle with him for the rest of the night,” smiled Lorelei as she returned, glass of water in hand. She set it down on the nightstand rather than passing it to Alex. It wasn’t as if he needed it now. Lorelei slipped onto the bed, crawling up close to the two. She welcomed the touch of both of her lovers as she came within reach.

“I wasn’t worried,” Rachel sighed, “just horny. Thanks for… mmh… making me a panting tramp in… in front of my… oh, fuck ‘em.”

“We’d rather have you,” Alex replied.

Rachel giggled. “Dirty boy.”

“I might be, yeah,” he confessed. Rachel looked at him curiously as their grind continued, but Lorelei already knew. She’d tasted it on him. “It’s like you said. Time to drop all my baggage and have some fun.”

“Yeah?” Rachel grinned broadly.

“I still remember all the bad stuff,” he said, his breath equally charged by their connection, “but it’s kind of put to rest now. Seems like a sin not to enjoy all the good stuff in my life, too.”

“That is much the way I have always seen things,” Lorelei agreed.

Alex glanced over toward her, with one hand caressing her body while the other stayed on Rachel’s hip. He knew full well how good he had it, and wanted his partners to know it. “I’m still at your mercy tonight,” he reminded her.

“I’ll get off ‘im if you need,” offered Rachel. “Soon.”

“You know I enjoy this,” Lorelei answered. Her words came out in the same long, breathless tones as Rachel’s. “I would not interrupt.”

“No,” Alex said, drawing her closer, “but you could still join us.”

Rachel leaned back on Alex, allowing her and Alex to draw Lorelei close. Their union did not break, but their hands and their mouths became devoted to their other partner as the demon straddled his chest.

Lorelei sighed with contentment. Her lovers got better all the time.

Like many Seattleites, Elliott Kay is a refugee from Los Angeles. He is a former Coast Guardsman with a Bachelor’s in History. Elliott has survived a motorcycle crash, serious electric shocks, severe seasickness, summers in Phoenix and winters in Seattle.

He can be reached by email at
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. He maintains a blog at elliottkay.blogspot.com.

Natural Consequences
is his third book. His other works include
Good Intentions
and
Poor Man’s Fight
, available on Amazon.com, Smashwords.com and other online book vendors.