Deeper [The Underground 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (14 page)

He took himself in hand and brought the head to her mouth. The tip brushed against her lips and he commanded her to open which she immediately did. In the dirty alley where anyone could see them Tate taught her what he liked, a gentle pressure of her teeth on the upstroke, a hard suction on the down stroke. She used her tongue to tease the crowned head, to move along the thick vein that ran on the underside. He groaned his praise, told her how good she felt, what a good girl she was. His words spurred her on until she was bobbing her head, doing exactly what he liked because she wanted his cum in her mouth. He may have her on her knees, submitting before him, but at this moment, with his cock in her mouth, she held the power.

His hands tangled in her hair, keeping her head immobilized as he slowly thrust his hips in and out of her mouth. “That’s it, baby. God, so fucking good.” She lifted her eyes. His head was downcast, his eyes half-lidded and completely focused on her mouth. “Watching my cock slide in and out of your mouth is such a turn-on.” His hands tightened in her hair to the point of pain. Humming around him, she sucked with more enthusiasm. “
Yes
,” he hissed right before he buried his shaft all the way in her mouth. His balls rested against her chin and his cum pumped down her throat. She greedily swallowed, never tasting anything as good as Tate.

When he pulled his softening cock from her lips neither of them moved for several long seconds. He gripped her arms and helped her to stand, pulling her into an embrace. His throat worked as he swallowed. “I need to have you in my bed, my cock buried in your tight little body. Now.”

Stella collapsed against the pillows and panted in exhaustion. The sweat coating her body had the silk sheets sticking to her skin and she pushed them the rest of the way off. Tate lay down next to her, his breathing just as ragged as hers. Since he brought her back to his house from the club it had been like he couldn’t get enough of her. She had assumed a man could only come once, but not Tate. He had shown her exactly what kind of stamina he had.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Stella.” She turned and looked over at him. His arm was over his eyes and his chest rose and fell from the force of his breathing. She followed the lines of his tattoo that wrapped around his shoulder and bicep with her eyes. The ink was dark and powerful.

“It’s not such a bad way to go.” She closed her eyes and lay back against the pillow. A smile curved her mouth when she felt his finger trace a line down the middle of her eyes.

His touch was soft but suggestive. His breath was warm as it brushed along her nude body. Her eyes snapped open when she felt his mouth suction onto her nipple, latch the flesh into his mouth. His tongue was seductive as he traced the outline of her areola. Her body was heating all over again despite the fact she had climaxed several times.

“I want to do something with you, baby.” Tate’s words were muffled against her breast and she arched against his seeking mouth.

“Mmmm.” At this point she couldn’t even form a coherent word.

“Will you let me, Stella? Do what I want to do?” His hand slid down her belly and between her thighs. His fingers spread through her folds, causing a slow burn to build within her. She was ready for him again and didn’t bother trying to pretend otherwise. She spread her thighs so he could stroke her harder, more thoroughly. One of his fingers dipped into her pussy and thrust a few long strokes. He pulled the digit out and slowly slipped it between the cheeks of her bottom. Oh, she knew what she wanted as soon as he ran the tip of his thick finger over her anus.

With his mouth still suckling at her breast he said, “I want you here, baby. Will you let me slide my cock in this tight little ass?”

Her breathing increased as he slipped the slick finger into her ass. A few pumps into her body was apparently all he could handle because a second later he pulled it out and urged her onto her belly. Of course she rolled over without any hesitation because if she was being honest she wanted it as well. She wanted Tate in any way possible and just knowing he wanted her in that little taboo hole sent her body into a frenzy. Just like that Tate could get her worked up to the point she would have begged him for anything.

“Tell me you want it, Stella.” His mouth was on her back, his tongue sliding down the length of her spine. She felt his lips at the top of her ass and his hands cupping the mounds. He squeezed the flesh like he couldn’t get enough.

“Yes, Tate, God yes, I want that.” He made a strangled noise against her back and then the heat of his body left her and she heard a drawer open and close. His chest pressed against her back a second later and he pushed the hair off her neck, kissing the skin that was exposed. His hand squeezed one cheek of her ass and then he pushed away from her. A second later he was spreading her ass to reveal her anus. His finger smoothed something cool and slick over the puckered hole and she bit her lip as flames of unexpected pleasure shot through her.

“God, baby.” He slipped his finger inside of her and groaned. “You have no idea how hot it is seeing you spread like this.” She made a muffled noise and buried her face in the sheets as he pushed the lube in and out of her hole. He removed the digit and replaced it with the thick crown of his erection. He was already hard again, surprisingly, and maybe it was just the fact he was going in her ass, but he felt so much bigger.

“Give me your hands.” She complied right away and he gripped her wrists with one of his hands at the small of her back. He held her immobile as he started to slide into her body. There was resistance as he pushed through the tight ring of muscle and then he was fully in her. He didn’t wait to give her time to adjust to his massive size. He just plowed into her until she felt his balls slap her moist pussy. “Oh,
Christ
, sweetheart.”

Turning her head to the side she sucked in a lungful of air and bit her lip. The way he was moving in and out of her was driving her mad. His movements were far too slow and she wanted more, needed more. “Harder, faster, Tate.”

“
Yes
.” The hand holding her wrists tightened and he started doing what she asked. He was crazed in his movements, pounding into her body like he owned it. The way his balls slapped against her slit, occasionally rubbing her clit, was driving her closer to climax. She had tried anal before, but it had been less than memorable. Doing it with Tate was something completely different. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to get off again, and that thought had her body tensing. The action caused Tate to grunt and increase his thrusts even more.

“God, I’m sooo close.” She lifted her ass, trying to make him go deeper although she knew it was impossible.

The hand not holding her wrists snaked up her back and gripped a chunk of her hair. He pulled slightly until her neck was exposed. She opened her eyes and turned her head as far as he allowed so she could see him. His gaze was heavy lidded as he watched his cock disappear into her body. Sweat glistened on his body and she wanted to lick it all off. As if he sensed her stare he lifted his gaze to hers and started really pounding into her. She opened her mouth as her orgasm unexpectedly tore through her. Her ass tightened around his cock and he growled before thrusting several more times into her and then stilling. His cry of completion sounded more like an animalistic growl that filled the room.

“Holyfuckinghell.” Those words spilled from his mouth in a rush and then he slumped over her. His hand let go of her wrists and she braced herself so his weight didn’t crush her. They stayed in that position until she felt like she couldn’t get any air into her lungs. Tate must have realized he was crushing her because he swore and rolled off of her, murmuring an apology.

For several long moments nothing was said. The only sound being made was their erratic breathing.

“Stella?”

“Hmmm?” When he didn’t respond right away she cracked open her eyes and turned to look at him. His look was serious and she wondered what had brought it on. Since he had touched her in that alley she hadn’t thought about the girl at the club or her feelings. Now though, as she stared into his face that was all she could think about. She swallowed hard, not knowing what he was about to say. He watched her intently, his eyes scanning her face and a look of concentration on his face. “What?” It was a soft word because she didn’t have the strength to make it any louder. Their eyes stayed locked for so long that she shifted on the bed.

“That woman, Alyssia.” He looked up at the ceiling and breathed out. She really didn’t want to hear this. Even her name sounded provocative. “There is no comparison.” His words were like a slap to her face and on instinct she rubbed the center of her chest. Of course she didn’t compare to that Alyssia girl. That woman had been beautiful with long legs and a big chest. Whereas Stella was a little person compared to Tate and lacking in more areas than one.

“Yeah, well, I shouldn’t have said anything because what we have…” She rolled onto her back and brought the sheet up to her chest. The incredible sex they just had seemed so insignificant now. To her it included her feelings, but it was nothing to Tate. At that moment all she wanted to do was leave, because in all honesty that was what she was good at.

She felt Tate shift on the bed and assumed he was leaving but when he ran his hand over her cheek she turned around in surprise. “What are you doing?” she whispered and then gasped when he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed, and he sighed.

“Alyssia doesn’t compare to you, Stella. No one does.” He opened his eyes and leaned back and she had no doubt that he could see the confusion on her face. Had she really heard him right?

“Tate?” His name was spoken so low that she wondered if she had actually said it out loud.

He stared down at her, his fingers running along the edge of her lips. She parted them because she couldn’t get enough air. “I’m not good for you, but I can’t seem to stop myself.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“God, Tate.” His chuckle was deep and vibrated through his chest.

“I know, baby.” He tucked her against his side and she willingly curled next to him. It felt so good being next to him, and the fact that he felt a semblance of what she felt made the experience even more superb. The only problem she faced now was really getting to know who the real Tate Wessen was and what would happen when their time was up.

* * * *

Two days had passed since Tate had told Stella how he felt, well, as much as he felt comfortable saying. There was a lot more he could tell her, about his past and who he really was, but he knew if he opened that can of worms Stella would hightail it as soon as their time was up. He wasn’t ready for that and he wasn’t ready for her to leave him. In the end, though, it didn’t matter what he wanted because she could never fit into his world. She was far too innocent to be associated with his dark circle.

He ran a hand over his face and cursed. It was too late, though. Hadn’t he already brought her into his world? The arrangement, the parties, the cage fights, they were all done because he was a selfish bastard. When he first saw her he wanted her. There wasn’t anything he didn’t know about her after their first meeting. If she hadn’t agreed to be his then he would have found a way to make her submit. She may only be twenty-seven years old, but her eyes spoke of a woman much older with experience. He wanted to see her let go, to lose herself in feeling and emotions. Her father had put her through enough shit to last a lifetime, but she just kept hanging on, giving everything until there was nothing left of her. He wanted to make her whole again. That might have not been his initial purpose for forcing her to be his, but now everything had changed. Now all he wanted was to free her.

His past put her in danger. All around he was bad news for her, but that didn’t stop him from wanting her desperately. Never had there been such strong and all-encompassing emotions inside of him regarding a woman. It wasn’t just about the sex. It was so much more. There was a hard knock on his door and he told the person on the other side to enter. Beau, the dayshift bouncer, pushed the door open, his face stoic.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr. Wessen, but there is a Miss Hamilton here to see you.”

He cursed mentally.
Fucking Alyssia.
“I’m busy and can’t see her right now.” He didn’t keep the rough growl out of his voice. He did not need her shit right now. This was so like her, to just fucking come to his office expecting to be seen.

“I explained that to her, sir, but she insists that it’s important and can’t wait.”

Tate rubbed his hands over his eyes and slumped back in his seat. “Fine, send her in.” He might as well get this done and over with because she was relentless. A minute later Alyssia sauntered in wearing mile-high fuck-me shoes and a dress so short he knew if she bent over her pussy would be in clear view because Alyssia didn’t wear underwear. Ever.

“Hey, baby.” She made herself at home by walking over to his bar and pouring herself a drink.

“What the fuck do you want, Alyssia? I thought I made myself clear the last time I spoke with you.” She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder, the strands brushing her ass.

“You know what I want, Tate.” He raised a brow and tapped his fingers across his desk. She slipped into the leather seat across from his desk and crossed her legs, her dress creeping up her thighs and showing him something he had no desire to see.