Savage Hunger (Project Nemesis) (12 page)

His tan hands tightened on her thighs as he tried to remain in control.  His body shook.  Pressed tight against him, she could feel his heart pounding, hear his breath come in ragged draws.

Jasmine didn’t want him to remain in control.  She wanted that wildness she saw in his eyes.  Craved it like a dying man craved water.

She undulated her belly against him, grinding her clit on his groin, wanting to goad him into the same lack of reserve that she felt.

Zach stifled a groan, holding still.

Incredibly, when she thought she could take no more of his stillness, she felt Dante grip his cock behind her, felt the push of his cock nudging into the hole that Zach already possessed.

“Ahhhhh!  No.  I can’t take you both there.  It’s too much,” she said on a whimpering cry.  She bit her lip when he pressed on, pushing, forcing himself inside her tiny hole.

Every nerve screamed with the burning stretch of being filled with two cocks at the same time.  She cried out, jerking when he sank to the depths with Zach.  Dante furiously rubbed her clit, and she creamed herself, bucking against them when they’d filled her to capacity.

Tension filled their muscles, their arms and chests.  She could feel it all around her as she struggled to adjust to the burning stretch of two cocks inside her pussy.  She scarcely knew who was were, who did what to her.

And when they began an alternating push pull, she lost her mind and all sense of self.  Sensation erupted along her nerves.  Someone stroked her g-spot, another bumped her cervix.  They moved in unison, groaning into her, driving the burning, aching need higher and higher until she couldn’t take it anymore.

When her orgasm hit, she was unprepared for it.  It undulated through her body, making her clench and writhe between them.

But they weren’t done with her, not even close.

She scratched Zach, felt Dante bite and suck behind her ear, felt the tight grip of Zach’s big, strong hands on her thighs, holding her wide for their possession.

As the first wave crested, another wave of pleasure followed.  She was coming again and could do nothing to stop it.

A scream tore from her throat.  She screamed long and loud, letting everything go that had been pent up inside her.

Pleasure, so intense she thought she’d black out, pooled in her poor, tortured pussy.  And still they stroked her smoothly, slowly.

“Please,” she begged, sobbing, hoping for relief from the onslaught and finding no mercy.

The jerk and pull of their cocks took her to the edge and back, striding up a ladder of ecstasy that she couldn’t achieve on her own.  When she thought she’d die from the pleasure, that her cunt couldn’t take any more of their sensual abuse without ripping apart, the first of them jerked and groaned.

Zach felt his own orgasm spread from Dante’s release and the clenching spasms of Jasmine’s tight, silky pussy.  He groaned and came in her, bucking and erupting with pleasure as Dante finished and withdrew.

Slowly, Zach allowed her feet to touch the ground and to find relief from them both.

She stood on wobbly legs, and he held her, allowing her to recover from their dominant possession.

“I…I didn’t know that was possible,” she finally mumbled.

“There’s a lot more where that came from, baby,” Dante murmured behind her.

“I’m not sure I can handle anymore right now,” she said.  “I think I’m ready for bed.”

Lucas spoke up from across the fire.  “I know I sure as hell am!”

Chapter Eight

The night was a fitful one for her.  As much as she enjoyed feeling the men surrounding her with their warmth, it took all she could do to resist their snuggling caresses and exploration of her body.  Having not one, but three men in one day was a bit much, even for her.  She’d been thoroughly satisfied, and the sore muscles in her sex and thighs were proof enough of that.

“Time to rise and shine, honey,” Lucas murmured in her ear.  His voice had that sexy, husky, roughness from sleep.

She vaguely remembered cuddling Zach and Dante in the night, but they were both gone, leaving her alone in the shelter with Lucas.

She immediately burrowed into his thick, hairy chest and he rolled on top of her.  He’d divested her of her pants while she slept, and moved between her legs.

His cock pressed against her mound, pushing insistently to get inside.

She stretched beneath him, keening when he thrust into her waiting cunt.  She hadn’t had a chance to get ready to accept him, and the rough glide created a delicious friction that had her creaming herself with want.

“My god, you are incorrigible,” she said, groaning and grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down to her face.

“It’s all your fault.  You started this yesterday.  If you can’t hang with us boys, you shouldn’t have done it,” he said on a growl, crushing his mouth against hers and pushing his tongue inside.

He kissed her hungrily, full of passion.  She sucked his tongue greedily, whimpering as he accentuated his kiss with the thrust of his hips.  He impaled her on the delicate fronds of their bed, driving her passion higher.

She lifted her hips to meet him, wanting to take every inch of him until she could feel the mushroomed head at the base of her cervix.  When he nudged that sore place, she wanted to die of ecstasy.

She tore her mouth from his on a gasp, panting for breath and wishing he’d never stop.  Burying his face against her throat, he sucked a pleasurable spot beneath her ear, dipping his hands around the small of her back to bring her fully against him with each driving stroke.

It didn’t take long for them both to be panting and sweating with exertion and culmination was not far behind.  Perhaps it was all the orgasms she’d experienced the day before and the lingering soreness of her sex, but it was all the easier for her to reach orgasm.

White hot heat filled her pores, erupting along her nerves like a firestorm of pleasure.  She cried out and he smothered her mouth with his, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he pumped inside her and found his own release.

Dimly, she recognized the clearing of someone’s throat and found Dante watching them with a hard-on clearly evident in his pants.

“We’re going to have to figure something out about this.  I can’t be walking around with a raging hard cock all the time.  We’ll starve to death,” Dante said, rubbing his groin uncomfortably.

Jasmine grinned as Lucas rolled off her, looking sheepish.

“I need to clean up,” she said, and went to the river.

Zach was there, washing his face and neck.  “Hey, beautiful,” he said when she walked up.  He was brushing his teeth.  The sight of something so simple made her feel plum giddy.

“Good morning.”

Seeing her eyeing the toothbrush, he offered it to her and even put a dollop of toothpaste on the bristles.

They’d all had sex.  And she was so thankful to be able to clean her mouth, she didn’t care about using the same brush.  Getting the gunk off her teeth was like heaven.  Teeth finally clean, she handed the toothbrush back to him.

After all that sex, she wanted to clean up, but suddenly felt shy.  As if sensing this, he turned around and let her get into the water with a little privacy to get in.

“You don’t have to be shy around me, you know.”

“I know.  Especially after what happened.  Old habits are hard to break though.  I’m not used to having someone watch me get undressed or bathe.”

“I want to do a lot more than watch you undress and take a bath, sweetheart.”

The soft, serious way he said it made an answering heat low in her belly.  Something about them was affecting her in a strange way.  She felt like a bitch in heat around them and said as much to him.

“Our bitch in heat then,” he growled, going into the water.  “It’s time I had you all to myself, Jasmine.”

Jasmine yelped and tried to escape, but he was too fast.  He chased her down in the water and caught her from behind, locking his hands around her hips.  She yelped when his hands pushed into her crotch, parting her from the back and rubbing her roughly.

“You shouldn’t touch me like that.  I can’t take it,” she said in a daze.  She felt dizzy with desire, unable to take their onslaught of passion.

“I think you’ve proved you can take anything we give you.  You arouse the beast in me, Jasmine.  I can’t control myself around you.”

Just hearing his words made her feel weak in the knees.  The gravelly tone of his voice, husky and deep, made her ache in familiar places.

She should have been alarmed, but her pretense of a fight reacted adversely to what it should have.  Instead of the chase being a turnoff, it was a turn-on. 

He bit the back of her neck, bringing a hand up to cup her breast and roughly pinch the nipple.  The other hand played with her clit, fingering her swollen folds and readying her for his invasion.

She wanted to stop him, but she couldn’t bring herself to say no.

He moved them to the bank and she went down on her hands and knees.  He crowded behind her, parting her wet ass cheeks.  Before she knew what he was up to, his face was there, tasting her ass, her cunt, licking her like he was starving for the taste of her.

He growled into her sopping pussy, and she bit her lip, her elbows feeling weak.  The hot, wet probe of his tongue pushed into her tender hole, then rubbed sensuously against her anus, swirling back and forth until she was weak and wobbly with desire.

She didn’t know where he was going, what his intent was.

When he rose behind her and she felt the push of his cock into her vagina, she sighed in relief.  She’d never had anyone in the other hole before and wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

His slow, long slide inside her pussy had her backing up against him, clenching her ass cheeks and thighs.  He dug his fingers into the roundness of the cheeks, smoothing around them in a circle as if loving the flare of her hips and ass.

Moving his hand, he touched her exposed anus, and she stiffened, then found herself opening to his thumb tickling the tight bud as he pumped his cock slowly in and out of her.

“You shouldn’t do that,” she murmured, jerking again when he sucked his thumb and then pressed it inside her forbidden hole.

“Why not?  I want to possess every inch of you,” he growled, stretching her slowly.

She gasped, throwing her head back, arching her back at the pleasure he created within her.  The slap of his balls was erotic to her ears as was the soft smacking of his cock pulling in and out of her milking channel.

“I want to fuck you here,” he said, plunging his thumb into her ass for emphasis.

“I’m afraid,” she said, stiffening.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said, and when he pulled his cock out and replaced his thumb with that huge head, the burning press was almost too much.

“Don’t tense up,” he commanded, moving to stroke her clit with his fingers.

Her little nub swelled under his hand.  She felt him gather her juices and spread them over her ass.  The cream of her body eased his entrance into that tight, unused hole.

A cry ripped from her chest when he sank in all the way and plunged three fingers into her pussy.  She was double-filled and tight, stretched almost to the brink of pain.

“That’s it, baby.  Take it all.  Push back against me.  I won’t go no harder than you can take.”

“O..okay,” she said, whimpering, moving experimentally back against him.  The moment she rolled her hips and heard his satisfied groan, she knew he had what he wanted.

He worked slowly inside and out, keeping that hand inside her pussy, his thumb on her clit to keep her lubricated and relaxed.

A tension was building within her than she hadn’t experienced before.  She hadn’t expected to enjoy anal sex, had always argued against it, but she’d never experienced a masterful, dominant lover.

He bent her to his will, making her submit to his demands, and god help her, she enjoyed it.

Tremors of pleasure built to a fever pitch within her, stoked at a slow boiling point by his careful, precise movements.  He quickened his pace, sensing her tighten around him, her closure to fulfillment.  The impending climax allowed him more freedom to fuck her ass the way he wanted, hard and rough.  The bud relaxed around his thick cock, and seeing his shaft disappear in and out of her spread cheeks made him want to explode.

The erotic imagery of her bending to his will was too much.  He groaned and pumped inside her, driven over the edge by her orgasm and the sweet clench of her anal muscles, her bucking backside swallowing him and milking the seed from his body.

He spewed inside her until there was nothing left, then withdrew before he could hurt her, and collapsed on the bank, rolling to take her into his arms.

She was trembling, cold from the water drying on their skin, dirty from the sand on the beach.

After their breathing had returned to normal, she finally looked up at him.

“I think we need another bath,” she said.

He chuckled.  “I think so too.”

***

Dante caught them splashing each other in the water.  They were both still naked.

“Damn, man.  What’s a brother got to do to get a little peace around here?”

Dante said it with a smile, but she could see he was embarrassed to catch her not once, but twice in one day frolicking naked.

It made her laugh.

Zach sheepishly led her out of the water and they both got dressed.  He spotted shaving cream and a razor in Dante’s hand.  “Hey!  You’ve been holding out on us!”

“Damn straight I have.  I got first dibs.  My hair needs cutting.  I ‘bout can’t stand it anymore.  I feel like a beast.”

Zach scrubbed his face.  “And I feel like a mountain man.  Let me know when you get done.  I want a turn.”

“Sure thing, Zach,” Dante said, scooping handfuls of water onto his head to wet his hair.

Jasmine pulled her clothes on and watched the water run down Dante’s bare, black back.  He had the musculature of an athlete with no spare fat anywhere on his frame.  The droplets mesmerized her for several moments before he turned and caught her staring and grinned.