BREAKAWAY (The Dartmouth Cobras) (23 page)

"I want to make you a deal." She flattened her hands on his chest and bent down to kiss him. "If I can get you hard again in five minutes, you can fuck me any way you want."

He chuckled and folded his arms under his head. "I like this deal."

"Yes, but then you owe me a sexual favor. Anything
I
want."

"Works for me." He let his eyes drift shut as she moved down his body and wrapped her hands, then her lips, around his cock. At this point, she could ask him anything and he'd do it.

His blood left his brain before he could consider
what
she might ask.

* * * *

Jami let her wet lips slip off Luke's fully erect dick and smiled up at him as he fisted his hands in her burnt orange comforter. Much as it worried her that he might look at her differently in the morning—even though he hadn't this morning—she felt strangely powerful getting him all worked up and ready for another round. She crawled over him, grazing her lips over his stomach and chest, exploring the rippling muscles, loving the way the barely there, down soft golden hair tickled her cheeks as she rubbed against him.

He braced himself on his elbows, his dark blue eyes hooded as he gave her a positively wicked smile. "Strip. Then get on your hands and knees. I'm going to raid your bathroom."

She sat up on her knees as he slid out from under her. "My bathroom?"

"Uh huh." He stood, his dick jutting out, just begging for her to take it back in her mouth. But before she could reach for him, he pulled her down and laid a solid smack on her ass. "Bad girl. I told you to do something."

Pouting, she practically tore her dress off, tossed her boots, then got into position. The heat spreading over her ass made her squirm and she couldn't help but think of the movie she'd watched with Akira. She had to press her lips together as Luke left the room to keep from asking him to smack her again. Getting spanked wouldn't be any fun if she had to
ask
for it.

But he'll spank you again if you're a 'bad girl'.
Jami smothered a giggle with her hand, reached out for the book on her nightstand,
The Stand by Stephan King,
and flopped on her stomach as she opened it to the folded page.

When Luke returned, she flipped the page and held the book open with one hand as she glanced over her shoulder at him. "Find what you were looking for?"

He frowned at her. "You don't listen very well, do you?"

"Nope."

"That's going to change." Without warning, he hauled back.

Crack!

She gasped as pain split across her ass. It soaked into her and she groaned as moisture spilled from her already wet folds.

"You okay?" He rubbed her butt and leaned close to her. "If it's too much, you know what to say, right?"

Face buried in her pillows, book abandoned, she nodded.

"Are you going to do as you're told?"

She shook her head.

"It's like that, is it?" He laughed.

Crack!

"Ugh." Her core pulsed as the fiery sensation spread. "Oh, fuck, Luke!"

Crack!

Her hips bucked. She cried out as he hit her again and again, amazed that each strike brought her closer to climax.
Just. One. More.

He palmed her cunt and clucked his tongue. "I think Seb had the right idea, punishing you by not letting you come. Or by making you come again and again. Should we try that?"

No
no
no
!
The very idea of Luke torturing her like that now had her mindlessly shaking her head and scrambling into position. On hands and knees, she pressed her lips together to keep from whimpering as Luke stroked up and down her inner thighs. Need became a different kind of pain, and not one she enjoyed. Not that she'd ever thought that she'd enjoy pain this much.

"You're so wet, Jami." He climbed onto the bed behind her, spreading her juices with his fingers tips, slicking it up from her pussy to her asshole. Then he pressed one finger against the one place no man had ever taken her. "I could probably fuck you here, using nothing but this, but I don't want to hurt you." He pushed the tip his finger inside her and bent down to bite her hip. "Any more than you can take anyway."

She swallowed and pressed her eyes shut, not sure how she felt about the burning sensation of his finger inside her there. Never mind how it would feel with his dick. "Luke—"

"
Shh
. I'll go slow." He worked his finger in a bit further. "I have to ask you something. I found some Vaseline in your bathroom. It was either that or conditioner, but I've been told Vaseline is better. The thing is, it could ruin a condom. I'm clean. I got tested after my girlfriend dumped me because I didn't know if she might have—anyway, I won't judge you for how many guys you've been with, but I need to know . . . ."

Oh God.
She moaned, just the idea of taking him, without anything between them, bringing her up to the precipice where she hung as she gasped out her answer. "I had all kinds of tests at the hospital after I overdosed. Including . . . I'm clean. And I want you inside me. I want to feel you come inside me."

"All right." He kissed the small of her back and withdrew his finger. "This will take a bit of work. Try to relax while I stretch you a little."

His finger returned and he spread the thick, slippery stuff around her back hole before pushing it inside again. It went much deeper and the nerves within flared to life. She stiffened as he added another finger, but he petted her thigh and murmured for her to push back against him. Once both fingers were fully seated within he pumped slowly and she found herself swaying into each thrust. It still hurt, but the slight burning pain was nothing compared to how good it felt.

This time, when his fingers left her, she couldn't stop a desperate whine from escaping.

I need more!

 
"I know, baby. Fuck, I need you so much it's going to kill me to take my time. I want to slam into this sweet ass." He kissed up her spine as he knelt between her thighs and pressed the head of his dick against her. "Don't move."

A bit of pressure and the head of his dick, slickly coated, made it past the tight ring of muscle. Burning, burning so much she dropped to her elbows and smothered a sob in her pillows. He stroked up her side, not going any deeper, and cupped her breast in his hands, rolling the nipple between his fingers and thumb. Sharp, tingling pleasure rode over the pain and she moaned as her body relaxed and he slipped in a bit further.

"There we go. I'm going to push a bit. Breath in and push back against me."

Tears stung her eyes as she followed his instruction and his dick forced her to stretch around him. Another inch seemed to grate within and she shook her head and cried out. "Stop. It hurts."

"Do you want me to pull out?"

"No. Maybe. Ugh, I just don't think I can . . . ."

His hand left her breast and covered her pussy. His fingers stroked through her wetness and over her clit. "Maybe you just need a distraction."

His fingers teasing her clit, then filling her, over and over again, made her quiver with renewed desire. She wanted him fucking her cunt again, she wanted him deep inside. Another inch and it didn't matter where he took her. Being fucked like this was somehow nastier than anything she'd ever done. Dark and gritty and dirty. All the degrading names, all the ways she'd let herself be used like a mindless toy, didn't come close to how it felt to be taken in the ass. And even though she could have used her
safeword
to end it at any time, the fact that he hadn't given her much of a choice made it even better. Or worse.

He let out a gruff sound as he dug his fingers into her ass, spreading her open as he rocked his hips. "I'm going to make you my little ass slut."

She arched back and screamed as he impaled her. White flashed across her vision as she buckled under the assault of a violent, fiery orgasm. Longer, more intense than any she'd had before. Too much. Way too much. Like the richest, most divine chocolate melting on her tongue only to reach an exposed nerve. She almost scrambled out from under him to avoid another wave of searing sensations, but he latched onto her hips and held her still.

"
Safeword
if you have to, Jami." He used one hand to massage all the tense muscles of her lower back, then pressed down there to keep her in place as he drew almost all the way out. "If you don't, I'm going to fuck you. Hard. I think you can take it, but I'll stop if you ask."

Panting, flat on the bed now since her limbs didn't want to work, she mumbled into the rumpled blankets. "I don't want you to stop, I just . . . ." She shook her head to right her muddled brain. "I just need you to hold me for a minute while you're inside me. Let me come down. I can't explain, but at this point any more won't be good."

"Okay, boo, I got it." He aligned his body with hers, gently gliding in all the way, and rolled with her in his arms so they spooned on the bed. Whispered sweet nonsense as he played with her hair and kissed her shoulder. Helped bring her down with a tenderness she hadn't thought him capable of.

Inside her, she felt the pulse of his swollen cock, still fully erect, and bit back a smile. Holding back must be almost as painful for him as taking more would have been for her. But he'd done it. She could breathe again. The feeling of him inside her was exquisite, but bearably so.

She was ready to return the favor.

"Tell me again how hard you want to fuck me?"

Luke groaned and his dick twitched inside her. "Damn, woman. I want to pound your ass, but . . . I've never had a woman react the way you did. And I've had a lot of anal virgins."

Oh, thanks. I feel much better now.
She rolled her eyes and tried to pull away from him. "Nice to know I'm special."

"Shit." Luke wrapped his arm around her waist. "I shouldn't be bringing up other women while I'm fucking you."

"
Ya
think?"

"Sorry."

"That's okay, I know you're a jerk." She wiggled her hips and cast a smirk over her shoulder at him. "You can bring up other men if you want. Seeing you and Seb together—"

"You." He dragged her back up to her hands and knees. "Are." He pulled out completely and worked the head of his dick in and out the sore ring of muscle, reigniting everything within. "A pain." He slammed in and snarled as she tensed and moaned. "In the ass."

Sucking in air through her teeth, she laughed. "Maybe I'll use a strap-on on you one day to return the favor, stud. Or better yet, I'll ask Sebastian to fuck you. I'd love to see him taking
your
virgin ass."

"No." Luke slammed into her, moving faster and faster even as he gasped out his protests. "Not happening. I'm not letting him fuck me."

His palms on her hips grew slippery with sweat. She could feel his heartbeat in her core. No matter what he said, the thought turned him on.

"And while he's prepping your tight little asshole, I'll suck your dick." She pressed her eyes shut as the mental image shot her up to the edge of another climax. Sebastian taking Luke from behind as she used her hands and mouth to help him relax. "You'll come down my throat as he comes in your ass."

Luke cried out and the sensation of him spurting inside her brought on one last orgasm which stole her strength and had her falling face first onto the bed. She could hardly breathe as Luke collapsed on top of her, but she didn't need to. She just needed to soak it all in. To let her imagination finish off her little fantasy. To figure out a way to make it a reality.

* * * *

Sheets of scoring hot water sluiced off Luke's body. He scrubbed every inch until his skin was red and left the shower, leaving a bit of hot water for Jami. After drying off quick, he dropped on her bed with a groan. Jami shot him a sideways glance before she disappeared into the bathroom. He covered his face with his hands and thought over all the things she'd said. And his weird reaction to the images she'd planted in his head.

Fuck!

He didn't want that. He
didn't!
But his body didn't seem to agree.

Would it really hurt to try it once?

Hell yeah it would! He could accept Seb being gay. He wouldn't judge him for it. But that same mentality didn't apply to him. He loved pussy. Loved it so much he could have it for breakfast lunch and supper. He'd done barely legal chicks—which Jami pretty much was—and women older than his mother. They were all worth munching on whether they tasted like peaches or fish. He'd never been picky.

Seb seemed to enjoy women too though. He obviously liked Jami.

So he's mostly gay?

Luke had no clue. He didn't see how someone could swing both ways. If you liked ass, what did you want with pussy?

You like both.

True. But on a woman. Men had never appealed to him. In threesomes, the closest he came to touching another man was when their balls bumped as they fucked a woman from both ends. That wasn't the same. The men never touched him intentionally and he never touched them. Never wanted to.

When Seb touched him, it was different. In the moment he didn't think about how wrong it was, he just went with it because . . . because damn it, it felt good. But lots of things felt good—didn't mean he should do them. The first time Chicklet had topped him, just to show him what it was like to be tied up, things had gotten a little crazy and her sub, Laura, had stuck a small butt plug in his ass. She might look all shy and quiet to most people, but she was into some freaky shit. He'd hated the way she'd giggled as he came. Tyler had seen, but the guy was cool, he wouldn't tell anyone. Luke had almost slipped and told Bower once though . . .

Yeah, Seb was smart not to let me go home last night. I've got a big fucking mouth.

His cheeks heated. For some reason, thinking of his mouth got him thinking of the blowjob Seb kept bringing up. He made a face and rolled onto his stomach, squishing his erection and burying his face in the pillow. He needed a drink just to burn the images out of his brain. If it wasn't so close to the playoffs, he'd stay sloshed round the clock just so they wouldn't come back.