Nauti Temptress (25 page)

Blowing out a hard breath, he moved to the porch, making his way quickly along the wraparound porch and moving past the door to his own suite, toward Eve’s instead.

He didn’t bother knocking.

Sliding the key he’d lifted from her room and had copied before he left, he quickly, quietly unlocked the patio door and stepped inside.

“Fuck me,” he groaned roughly, his eyes widening, his breath stopping in his chest at the sight that met his eyes. “I swear to God, if you move, I’m going to die.”

She didn’t move.

Knees bent and lifted, her pretty delicate feet planted against the mattress, emerald eyes slitted and burning with lust, she slid the dildo free of her gripping little pussy until nothing but the head remained, then pushed it in slowly.

So fucking slowly he swore he held his breath waiting for it to stop. Her hips lifted, her breath catching as the toy delved deeper inside her until her lashes fluttered when she could take no more.

Closing the door carefully, locking it without taking his eyes from her, Brogan moved one hand to the buttons of his shirt and quickly released them.

Sitting in the chair next to the bed, he pulled his ankle boots from his feet, then stood and shrugged the shirt from his shoulders. He was breathing heavily as his hands went to the metal buttons of his jeans, released them, then quickly shed the jeans. Still watching her, fighting to remember how to breathe, he wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock and watched her, mesmerized.

He stroked the hardened flesh from base to tip, a groan working from his chest as he watched the artificial dick pull free of her clenched inner muscles. It glistened with her juices as they clung to the latex form. The realistic design with its flared head and bulging veins was a poor substitute for what she wanted, though.

Desperate for her, his knees weak, Brogan moved to the bed, his jaw clenching as he watched her fuck herself with the dildo, watched the need burning in her eyes. Stepping to the side of the bed, he moved onto it carefully, kneeling on the mattress at her head as his gaze narrowed on the tube of lubrication next to her.

“Ah, baby,” he whispered, watching as her tongue flicked over her lips. “Keep fucking yourself with that toy dick.” Moving closer, he pressed his cock to her lips, watching in anticipation as they parted and her hot little tongue licked out to taste the head of his dick.

Her hand faltered, the dildo pausing in its strokes. Brogan slowly sank the head of his cock past her lips as her tongue rubbed against the sensitive underside and a breathy moan vibrated against his cock.

“Beautiful, beautiful Eve,” he moaned, reaching for the lube as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his dick and began working her mouth and tongue over the head as though she were starved for the taste of him.

That was okay, though; he knew what to do for her. He knew how to make her feel damned good. He knew exactly what to do to ensure that, once she came to her senses, those senses would be so infused with him that she wouldn’t have a chance at convincing herself to deny him.

“Ahh, sweet Eve,” he crooned, pushing the dildo slowly into her accepting body. “Let’s see what we can do to take care of you.”

With the dildo lodged in her pussy, the bare, saturated folds parted and gripping it snugly, Brogan carefully coated his fingers with the gel from the tube he’d found at her side. Spreading her legs firmly, he reached beneath the toy and found the tight, clenched entrance to her rear.

Sensual, lush, his Eve gave all of herself to him. Rather than stilling or freezing in shock at his touch there again, she lifted her hips, her thighs spreading as she surrendered the brave sensuality and erotic depths of the woman she was.

Clenching his teeth, reining back the need to satisfy his hunger like an animal desperate to fuck, he forced himself to be patient.

With one fingertip he began working the intimate little entrance open a little at a time. Using the lubricating gel as well as her juices as they wept from her pussy, Brogan prepared the entrance, then applied layer after layer of the cool gel as he worked his finger inside her.

The delicate bud of her clit swelled until it peeked above the folds around it. Her juices wept from her pussy, spilling along the folds, dampening her thighs and sliding slowly to the tight entrance of her ass as Brogan worked it open.

Her mouth worked on his cock, sucking and laving it; she drew on it with heated pulls of her lips as he felt her become lost to the hunger sweeping through her.

Little moans vibrated against the head of his dick, her desperation, her need to be fucked reflected in the deepening moans as he fucked his finger inside her ass.

As she began to take one finger easily, Brogan added another. Pressing inside her, he had to forcibly restrain himself, to do calculations in his head long enough to keep from giving in to the clawing, raking need to come—to end the erotic torture gripping his cock and balls.

Lifting himself until he was staring down at her, watching as he fucked her mouth with shallow strokes, Brogan knew there was no hell he could survive without her—without this.

He’d run out of time, though. If he didn’t pull back, it was all going to be over for a while. If he was going to take her as he was dying to do, better to do it in the first round. He wouldn’t last as long this first time, not after spending more than a week away from her, craving her.

Holding his breath at the sensual agony, he pulled back from her.

“What are you doing?” Moving to sit up before him, to capture his cock in her hands once again, Eve found herself flipped to her stomach instead as Brogan slid between her thighs, keeping her from closing them to hold the dildo inside her.

Pleasure streaked through her as he gripped the base of the fake cock and slid it back slowly before working it inside her once again. He repeated the move, sending forks of fiery sensation to attack the internal nerve endings and draw a ragged cry from her lips.

“Does it feel as good as I do?” he whispered behind her, his lips pressing against her spine, between her shoulder blades as she drew in a hard breath beneath him. “Tell me, baby, does this little dick feel as good as my nice thick one? Does it stretch your pussy as wide, make you as wild for the next thrust as I do?”

“No,” she cried out breathlessly, her hips lifting, thighs spreading as she arched.

Fuck, yeah, that was what he wanted.

The lubricated anal entrance glistened with a mix of the slick gel and her juices as she lifted to him.

He slid the fingers of his free hand along the narrow cleft that separated her rear cheeks. Finding the clenched opening again, he watched, his dick clenching and throbbing as he pressed the tips of two fingers against the opening. Easing them slowly against the puckered, nerve-ridden entrance, he watched as the delicate muscles slowly parted, accepted the tips of his fingers; then he felt the inner muscles draw his fingers inside.

Eve was suspended on the edge of pure electric sensation and racing shocks of burning pleasure. The feel of his fingers easing inside her rear as the toy vibrated gently inside her pussy was filling her with such pleasure she felt tortured by it.

“Damn, Eve, how I love your body.” He groaned behind her. “No matter what I do, it loves my touch. Loves every caress, every kiss, every penetration.”

No, she loved it. Loved every caress, every kiss, every penetration.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to this hot little rear of yours?”

She shivered beneath him, anticipation sending a rush of adrenaline tearing through her and sensitizing her body further.

“I’m going to stretch your pretty rear nice and sweet; then, when you’re taking three fingers instead of two, I’m going to leave that dick buzzing in your tight little pussy while I fuck this tight, hot little ass.”

Quivering, heat burning through her flesh, she thought the words should have been vulgar. They should have never turned her on with the force that shot through her, nearly pushing her into orgasm from the excitement alone.

Pulling his fingers back from the gripping, responsive flesh, he laid another kiss between her shoulder blades before straightening behind her. When his fingers returned they were cool and slick with the lubrication. His fingers slid inside her again, stretching her slowly, patiently. Pulling back again, relubricating his fingers, he returned.

This time the wider, burning penetration assured her he was reaching his goal.

The thought of taking him there, of feeling his cock throb inside her rear, had her juices rushing from her, spilling along the dildo lodged inside her.

“Do you like that, baby?” he crooned behind her, leaning over her to allow his lips to press to her shoulder. “You’re taking three fingers, sweetheart. You’re so hot and tight around them. It’s going to feel like sinking inside the tightest, hottest little flame. You’re going to burn me alive, Eve.”

If he didn’t burn her alive first.

His fingers pulled back. He moved over her again, supporting his weight on an elbow next to her shoulder as his lips brushed against her ear.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he growled as the thick, flared crest of his cock pressed between the cheeks of her rear and found the tender anal entrance.

“Brogan.” She was burning with excitement and a pleasure so heightened it was nearly agony. Eve’s breath caught at the feel of the broad crest pressing against the tender entrance.

Blistering, hot, the nerve endings the thick flesh stimulated sang in ecstasy, creating a feeling of such intense pleasure, such burning pain, that she had no idea which should be uppermost.

“Bring your legs together,” he said in a groan behind her, easing his legs from between hers until his knees bracketed her and she was suddenly gripping the fake cock vibrating inside her pussy as the additional pressure created a firestorm inside the delicate flesh.

It was the slow, searing impalement of her anus that was stripping her of any sense of reality, though. With each roll of his hips, each press of the thick cock head working its way inside her ass ravaged her self-control.

“Brogan.” She gasped his name, certain she couldn’t bear another touch, yet desperate to be touched everywhere.

Unclenching her fingers from the blankets at her sides, Eve slid one hand beneath her, her fingers finding the achingly hard tips of her breasts and enclosing one between her thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, God, Brogan, please. Please . . .” The sharp flare of heat that pulsed from the nipple she rolled and tugged at with burning pressure struck her to her clit, to her womb.

The muscles of her anus clenched around the throbbing tip of his cock, making her hungry for more as the vibration in her pussy rippled through her clit with an intensity she had never felt before.

His free hand gripped her hip as his lips smoothed down her neck, over her shoulder. As his teeth gripped the base of her neck at the point where her shoulder met the sensitive column, the head of his cock slipped fully inside the clenching, quivering entrance and sent a shocking surge of pleasure through Eve so intense it bordered on agony.

A hoarse, throttled scream escaped her as her hips jerked, lifting, pressing closer, fire and ice streaking across her nerve endings as her senses slipped into chaos.

“You belong to me, Eve,” he urged her softly, the deep, sexual tone of his voice sliding across her consciousness with an eroticism that pulled her deeper into the dark sensuality holding her captive.

There was no room for deceit, no place to hide or to deny what she knew was the truth.

“Tell me, Eve,” he demanded, his tongue licking over the bite before his lips moved to her ear. “Tell me you’re mine, Eve.”

“Yours,” she cried desperately, her anus clenching involuntarily as she fought to press closer, to drive his cock deeper.

At the same time, his hips eased forward, the added pressure suddenly driving the broad head past the snug ring of muscles that tightened in response to the pressure before the burning width cleared it. Ecstasy and agony poured through her senses. Fire and ice raked over nerve endings that seemed bared to his touch and screaming out at the overstimulation.

Her hips jerking, her back arching as she felt him drive in to the hilt, Eve cried out in tortured pleasure as her senses expanded in brutal awareness.

Sliding his hand between their bodies and finding the base of the dildo vibrating inside her pussy, Brogan found the controls. The gentle rasp became a furious, never-ending pulse of sensation that traveled through her vagina to the point where the nerve endings of her clit met the rarely touched flesh high within her pussy.

The stimulation rocked through her body as his hips moved behind her, driving his cock into the milking tissue of her rear.

Each stretching, burning stroke sent spikes of ever-increasing sensation tearing through her senses as she felt Brogan’s hand gripping her wrist, pulling her fingers down her body as he drove his cock inside her, stretching her anew with each thrust.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he growled behind her. “Let me feel you stroking that pretty clit, baby.”

Mindless, she concentrated her senses fully on every fiery stroke into her rear as the dildo’s hard vibration and the stimulation of her fingers against her clit sent rapid, driving pinpoints of sensation surging through her.