Sodom and Detroit (5 page)

With his back to them, the sheik said, “Leave
us.”

His voice was wonderful, a deep baritone that made
her sigh and stretch out on the sheets. He was all hers now, and
she would show him he had made the right choice.

The click of the massive door shutting as the guard
left made her heartbeat race. Finally she was alone with her sheik.
Adrenaline heightened her senses, and she could smell his scent
being carried on the breeze. Masculine with a dark musk that she
longed to taste.

Pulling herself off the slippery bed, she padded
across the cool marble floor on bare feet and stopped just behind
him. She trailed her hand over his broad shoulders and marveled at
the touch. The firm muscles of his back tensed beneath her
fingertips. He was tall, and she only came up to his shoulder. Just
how she liked her men.

He turned, and the look in his eyes made the breath
in her throat catch. Lust, hunger, and something softer, almost
tender.

“Maeve,” he said and stroked a hand down her cheek
lightly as if she were the most delicate thing in the universe.

The emotion in his voice made her lower her head and
blush. He was really good at his role. “I’m glad you chose me.” She
was becoming more emotionally involved with this fantasy than she
had been with anyone in the real world in a long time. Determined
not to let her fears of emotional intimacy ruin this amazing
experience, she locked away her doubts in a small box and gave
herself over to living in this once-in-a-lifetime experience.

He tipped her face up to his, then leaned in,
brushing his lips gently over hers before whispering, “As if there
could ever be anyone but you.”

Glorious
. That was the only word her stunned
mind could summon as he claimed her mouth.

He licked at the seam of her lips, and she could
smell a hint of cinnamon on his breath. He moved his mouth against
hers just how she liked it. The need that was always so close to
the surface burned through her blood, and her already wet pussy
ached. She marveled at the way they fit together, and wondered how
he knew exactly how she wanted to be kissed. As his tongue stroked
against hers, she decided she didn’t care how he knew what to do to
her as long as he kept on doing it.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders; his
size made her feel tiny and utterly feminine. His restless fingers
moved through her hair and pulled lightly, another thing she loved.
The slight pain from her scalp mingled with the pleasure from his
kiss and lit her nerves on fire. There was something so primal
about him holding her still, keeping her captive by her hair.

This was turning out better than she had ever
imagined.

She had no idea who this man was, but she was going
to spend the rest of her time here trying to find out. If he could
kiss half as well in real life as he did in the virtual world, she
wouldn’t mind spending the rest of her vacation on her bed in front
of that giant mirror with him.

They broke their kiss, both of them panting. Her
foreplay with Sula had her more than ready, and she slipped her
hand down the top of his pants and gripped his girth. A purr of
pleasure spun from her throat as she noted that her hand couldn’t
close completely around him. She hadn’t been with a man this
blessed since Rafe. Her heart twinged, and she lowered herself down
his body, determined to return to this perfect moment of lust.

He removed his shirt, and she took a moment to
appreciate the view. The bright sunlight streaming in from the
garden highlighted the ridges of his sculpted abdominal muscles.
Her breath came out in a little gasp as she noticed the golden
rings piercing his dark nipples. He gazed down at her with a small
smile.

Heat filled his dark eyes as he hooked his thumbs
into his pants and pulled them down to reveal a mouthwatering cock.
The base of his cock where it met the heavy sac was pierced with a
thick gold ring.

“Oh my,” she sighed and reached out to stroke the
warm metal. She had never seen a man pierced down there before and
wondered what added sensations it gave him. The gold ring struck
her as being deliciously naughty, a decoration for purely sexual
reasons.

The sheik groaned. “When I take you from behind, the
ring will hit your clit.”

Her nipples grew even tighter. She loved a man who
talked frank and dirty in the bedroom.

The marble was cool against her knees as she leaned
forward to examine the ring. The soft velvet weight of his sac
filled her hand as she cupped him and gave the ring a gentle flick.
He shifted above her, and his fat cock bobbed. Always up for a good
challenge, she grabbed his erection in her fist and began the
process of trying to fit as much of him into her mouth as she
could.

His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as
she enveloped the thick plum head of his cock in her mouth and
sucked. His groan of pleasure emboldened her, and she stroked his
shaft with a featherlight touch. The power and control of giving
him pleasure made her clit throb in time with the beat of her
heart.

“That’s it, nice and gentle,” he murmured and rocked
his hips into her mouth and fist. “God you’re good.”

She leaned back and admired his cock. It shone,
slick with her spit, and she squeezed a drop of precum out of the
tip. Musk and salt blossomed over her tongue, and she groaned
around his rigid flesh.

Big hands lifted her up as if she weighed nothing,
and she wrapped her legs about his waist. The strips of her pants
parted, and her bare bottom rested above his cock. He held her
there with his fingers digging in to her plush hips, then ground
the hard muscles of his stomach into her clit.

“Do you want me?” he asked and bit the side of her
neck.

“Yes,” she said and traced her nails over his bare
shoulders. He had a seriously tight body, and she idly wondered if
she could come just from rubbing against his abs. He jerked her
close, and she shuddered. Yep, that was a definite possibility.

“Yes what?” he asked in a teasing tone and slid one
of his fingers to the edge of her inner thigh.

“Yes, I want you.”

He ate at her mouth with his, his teeth nipping at
her tongue, and laid her back on the bed. She was still in her
harem outfit, while he was gloriously naked. Every inch a proud
male in his prime. And he was all hers.

“Do you want me to put this cock inside of you?” he
asked and stroked himself.

“Please.” This was one of the most intense
experiences of her life. Safe in virtual reality, she gave herself
over to this man with abandon, not worried about becoming
emotionally involved, not holding herself back even in the midst of
the most physical of intimacies. She was shocked to discover that a
part of her craved the emotional connection between them as much as
her body craved his touch. No matter how much she tried to deny
those feelings, bury them beneath her work and casual sex, deep in
her heart, she still yearned for someone to make love to her, not
just fuck her.

He braced himself above her with one arm, then
parted her thighs, looking down at her revealed sex. “You have the
most beautiful pussy. Your clit is hard and rose-colored. It looks
like Sula did a good job.”

A burning wave of desire ran through her body as his
wicked words stroked her. She loved how he described her body in
such a reverent tone, as if she were the most beautiful woman in
the world. The memory of what Sula had done added another spark of
passion to her already aching body. If he didn’t take her soon, she
was going to lose her mind.

He leaned between her legs and gave her pussy one
long stroke with his tongue. “Delicious,” he growled.

She reached up and grabbed his head, looking him
dead in the eye. “If you don’t put your cock in me right now, I’m
going to get violent.”

He gave her an utterly wicked grin. “Your wish is my
command.”

Her eyelids fluttered halfway shut as he positioned
himself at her entrance. Ever so slowly, he pushed his way in. God,
he was so big, stretching her almost to the point of pain. It was
wonderful.

The fat head of his cock pushed against the swollen
walls of her pussy, and she gasped and tried to grind her hips up
toward his, greedy for more. He leaned back and watched himself
sink inside of her.

“I love watching my cock go into your smooth pussy.”
He gave a shove of his hips and was finally buried up to the hilt.
All she could do was moan, totally undone by the feeling. So deep
inside of her, he stroked her labia around her clit, never quite
touching her enough to give her the release that hovered just out
of reach. He watched her carefully, noting every nuance of her
expression as he touched her. When he removed his hand, she started
to complain, but the words died in her lungs as he began to move
inside of her, short, jabbing strokes that made her whimper.

“That’s it. Your pussy is so tight. It’s like
fucking a virgin.” He began to increase the length of his strokes,
and she reached around him and held on to his tight ass. He really
knew what he was doing, shifting the angle of his hips to give her
a new sensation, changing his depth to keep her guessing.

His heavy sac slapped against her ass, and she could
feel the thick gold ring hitting her anus. The erotic surprise of
the metal stimulating the nerves of her bottom notched her desire
up to a painful degree.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered and leaned up to
lick one of the rings piercing his nipples. His whole body tensed;
then he began to move fast and hard in a driving rhythm that
brought her to the glorious edge of orgasm. She held on tight,
taking everything that he had to offer.

“Almost…there…” he whispered. Her body clenched
around his cock, and she screamed so loud her voice echoed off the
vaulted ceiling. It was so different from any orgasm she’d had
before. The knowledge that he was riding that delicious edge of
unbearable tension and pleasure just before orgasm made her come
all the harder. There was so much of his cock stuffed into her she
didn’t know where he began and she ended. Only his strong hands on
her hips anchored her as she lost herself in the hard contractions
of her orgasm.

“God,” he cried out, and his hot seed filled her.
She opened her eyes and watched his head arch back, the muscles of
his arms flexing as he came. He was magnificent.

With a low groan, he pulled out of her and rolled
onto his side, gathering her into his arms.

“You’re utterly amazing.” He kissed the top of her
head.

She ran a hand down his sweat-slick torso, tracing
the solid bumps of his abdomen. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She
giggled at the absurdity of her statement and gave him a soft kiss.
His cock stirred against her thigh, and she looked at him with
raised eyebrows.

He gave her a wolfish grin. “I could never get
enough of you.”

“Would you care to continue this on the outside, my
sheik?” She tried to say it lightly, but her heart pounded loud
enough to wake the dead. This man was dangerous, the kind of guy
she could lose her heart to. But only a fool would give up the
chance at this kind of pleasure again. She tried to ignore the
panicky inner voice that was yelling at her for even considering
getting involved with him. VR was one thing, but the real world was
a whole ‘nother can of worms.

He regarded her in silence, and she tried to keep
from squirming beneath his gaze. “No, not yet.”

“Oh,” she said and ducked her head. Of course he
wouldn’t. He was here for the same reason she was: mind-blowing sex
in the VR world.

His bass laugh rumbled against her ear, and he said,
“This is not my real form.”

“Oh,” she said for the second time. Duh, no man
looked this good in reality. “It’s okay. If you can move like this
in the real world, I don’t care if you carry a couple extra pounds
or have a bony butt.”

He laughed and rolled her over so she was lying on
his chest. His cock grew stiff as she wiggled against him.

“No, I assure you the body is the same.” She pressed
her hips against his cock and gave him a disbelieving look. “Yes,
even that.” His voice turned serious, and he cuddled her to his
chest. “You came here to live out fantasies you can’t have in the
real world. I’d like to do that with you. If you’ll allow me, I’d
like to participate with whatever fantasy you want for the rest of
your stay here.”

She absently played with the warm metal of his
nipple ring and thought about it. What he was asking was at once
terribly intimate and safe. She could share herself, her deepest
desires with this mystery man and not have to worry about getting
too involved with him.
Yeah, ’cause sharing my secret fantasies
with a man wouldn’t build a bond with him
. It took an immense
amount of trust to open herself up like that, but by using VR, it
wasn’t like she was
really
sharing with him. The rational
and practical part of her mind didn’t believe that bullshit for one
minute.

He leaned down and nibbled at the pulse in her neck,
sending delicious sparks of pleasure through her body that
obliterated all of her rational objections.

“How many days will you be here?” She peeked up at
him. He was watching her intently and she shifted beneath his gaze.
It had been a long time since she had been with a man that paid so
much attention to her. Usually she picked lovers that were just
about sex with no messy emotions. It was a very heady feeling to be
the focus of his undivided attention.

“As long as you want me.” The sincerity in his voice
made her heart flutter in a way she had tried to steel herself
against.

In an effort to lighten the mood, she traced a
finger over his lips. They were so full and soft, the most amazing
set of lips she had ever seen on a man, except the one she would
not think of right now. She wanted to live in the moment, not the
past. “I’ll be here three more days.”