Pussycat Death Squad (13 page)

He pulled his hand out of her grasp, forcing her away from him. Before she knew what had happened, he'd resumed his posture against the headboard. She stared at him in dazed confusion, wanting nothing more than to feel his stiff cock penetrating her as hard as possible. He looked totally unfazed by their encounter. The only indication of the control he had to be exerting on himself was his strongly clenched jaw and the husky rasp in his voice when he gave her the next order. “Take them off.”

Lelia couldn't obey quickly enough. Slipping her feet out of her shoes, she unfastened her jeans, then slid them over her hips. Now she stood before him, clad only in white cotton panties. He sat up on the bed, leaning toward her. “Turn around. Your ass has been driving me crazy forever.”

Once again she complied, unconsciously arching her back to put her ass on even greater display. She was rewarded when she felt both his hands palming her bottom, caressing and then squeezing each luscious globe in turn. Under his grasp, the tender, sweet flesh blazed with heated pleasure from each squeeze.

“Oh, baby, you don't know how much I've wanted this. Open up your legs.”

Lelia hesitated, then jumped when one of those caressing hands slapped her bottom. She was already so close to coming that the pain simply pushed her closer to the edge. She bit her lip against a guttural groan and did as he ordered. He swatted her again. “Farther apart, I want to feel your cream.” She did as he asked, then gasped as she felt his finger slip under the panties. The silken pink of her pussy wept under the slow, purposeful strokes of his fingers. Her legs shook as wetness seeped out. From clit to anus, those fingers moved achingly slow, spreading her liquid silk to every inch of skin they could reach. “Jesus, baby, you're so fucking wet. Are you ready to come? Do you want me to make you come?”

Lelia nodded, almost beyond words at this point. She gasped as he shoved one finger into her throbbing pussy, then moaned as he swatted her bottom again. “Answer me. Tell me you want me to make you come.”

She parted her legs farther, wanting desperately to get more of his finger inside her. She couldn't hold back her groan when his hand smacked against her bottom twice in rapid succession. “Yes, yes, please make me come, Patrick.”

She wanted to weep when he pulled away with one last lingering caress on her bottom and resumed his position on the bed. “Take them off.”

Lelia couldn't get out of the panties fast enough, surprised that she didn't rip the elastic in her haste. She stood before him proudly, her legs still parted, her cream shining wetly on the insides of her thighs against her richly toned skin.

Patrick rose from the bed and circled her, stopping at her back. He slipped his fingers between her thighs again, stroking her throbbing clit with one, then two fingers. Again he strummed her until she was within a hairbreadth of an orgasm; then he pulled his fingers away. She turned to watch him slip his fingers into his mouth. “Damn, you taste so fucking good.” He closed his eyes with a shudder. When he opened them again, they blazed even hotter. “Get on the bed,” he said.

Lelia sat down on the bed, then scooted back when he gestured toward her. “Open your legs. I want to see that delicious pussy.”

Lelia could hardly believe it, but more than anything she wanted him to see her, to see how much she wanted him. She leaned back on her elbows, parting her legs to show him her glistening cunt. When he growled his approval, she opened her legs wider.

“Open that beautiful pussy for me, baby.”

Still aroused almost beyond bearing, Lelia used one hand to part her vaginal lips. The slick, wet sound of her parting flesh should have embarrassed her, but instead she felt nothing but pride that she could trigger his lust this way. It was her pussy he wanted to look at, and she delighted in showing it to him. She squirmed on the bed. She'd had no idea that being on display this way would be so arousing. She stroked her hand over her aching clit, closing her eyes at the immediate response that ricocheted through her body.

Patrick suddenly dropped to his knees beside the bed, once again pushing her hand away as he dived between her legs. When she felt his mouth against her quivering pussy, Lelia arched up off the bed. He grabbed her hips, holding her in that position, as he lapped at her with long licks. When she tried to close her legs to hold him in place, he pushed them apart, further exposing her to his rapacious gaze. He slid his flattened tongue along her slit, hitting incredibly sensitive nerve endings along the way. She gasped as he circled her clit with his tongue, then stroked her overly sensitized length again. He was making the most obscene slurping noises as he alternated between sucking her cunt lips and nibbling her clit. His obvious enjoyment in what he was doing stoked her own pleasure even higher, and she ground her pussy into his face.

Lelia choked back a scream when he took her clitoris between his lips and began sucking on it gently. He nibbled at the base of her clit with his teeth, over and over again, setting her on fire. Her stomach muscles tightened in ever-increasing coils in anticipation of her release. She gritted her teeth, her neck arching back involuntarily as waves of ecstasy raced from her clit up her spine, where it lingered, setting off shudders through her entire body. When he penetrated her pussy with one and then another finger, it was as though her body knew exactly what she'd been waiting for as her orgasm exploded through her brain, leaving her helpless to do anything but gasp in its aftermath.

Patrick growled against her. “That's it, baby, give me all that cream, come for me.” He slipped a third finger into her tight opening, all the while laving her clitoris like a man consuming his last meal.

Lelia lay there trembling as the aftershocks of her orgasm surged over her in waves, watching as Patrick surged up between her widely splayed legs. He fumbled briefly with his zipper; then she felt the broad head of his cock against her opening. Her head lolled back of its own accord. She could barely think. She just wanted to feel him to the depths of her soul. She was momentarily confused when he hissed and suddenly pulled away. “Goddamned condom.” She heard him rummaging around in his bag. There was a long silence; then he was back between her legs.

Lelia looked up to meet his narrowed gaze; his eyes were so dark, there was no hint of green or gold left in them. His lips were full and ruddy while his jaw was clenched tightly. She wondered that he was still holding back. Then she felt his cock pressing against her pussy again and couldn't think of anything else. Unexpected pain surprised a gasp out of her as he slowly eased his cock into her depths.

“You okay?” he gritted out between tightly clenched teeth, the two words so guttural as to barely be discernible.

Lelia nodded as he moved even more slowly. Time telescoped, stretching out endlessly. It seemed to take forever as he slid inexorably deeper inside her. The pain gradually eased away and she could think of nothing but the unbearable pleasure of being so totally filled. It seemed that every cell of her body was stretched beyond bearing, but instead of pain, pleasure engulfed her body. Her head arched back as she keened her fulfillment, her hips moving reflexively to pull him deeper, trying to grind her clit against the base of his cock.

She reached up to spread her hands over Patrick's chest when, with a roar, he raised her legs over his arms and pulled back, only to plunge back inside her as if he couldn't bear even that brief departure. He continued on and on, his body slamming into hers in a fever of frantic movement. Just when she didn't think she could take another moment, he flattened his torso against hers, immobilizing her as he ground his cock into her with each downstroke. He grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head as he captured her mouth in a savage kiss. His smoky, salty scent engulfed her, surrounding her with pure dominant male aggression as he left little doubt that she belonged to him totally. Again and again his mouth ravaged hers until he gave a guttural cry as his back arched and he slammed into her one last time.

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Patrick moved from atop Lelia and collapsed on the bed beside her. He glanced over at her. She seemed as drained as he was. Was she okay?
Jesus, man, what were you thinking? You fucked her like an animal
. And that dominance shit. He'd always liked to be dominant in bed. It turned him on to totally control his partner while he focused on her pleasure, but what had possessed him to try that with a virgin? He was amazed she hadn't run screaming into the night. He still couldn't believe he'd lost it like that. Everything had been okay. He'd been in total control until he'd seen the way her white panties contrasted with her dark skin. It had been the fulfillment of every fantasy he'd had since the first time he laid eyes on her, and he'd totally lost it. He studied the way the light sheen of perspiration on her body glistened in the moonlight from the open window. He reached down, taking her hand in his and raising it to his mouth. As an apology it wasn't much, but then as he looked into her eyes, he realized that she didn't need one.

“You okay, baby?” he whispered, propping his head up as he looked down at her.

A slow smile spread over her face as she nodded, then whispered back, “Wow, is it always like that?”

Patrick grinned, sliding his palm over her abdomen, up to her breasts. “I dunno. Want to try again and find out?”

She slapped his hands away. “Are you kidding me? You're such an animal. I seriously doubt I'll ever walk again.”

Patrick's face immediately dropped the smile. “Are you okay? I know I was too rough. I don't know. I've never lost it like that, and you were a virgin.”

“Of course I'm okay. I'm twenty-eight years old. I expect there was very little virginity left in the first place. I was just teasing you.”

“Well, in that case.” He slid off the bed, then reached down to pull her up beside him. “I think a nice soak in a whirlpool tub is in order. After that, who knows?”

The chow hall was humming with activity, and Lelia lowered her head as she entered. Lelia, who'd practically grown up in the military and was accustomed to the ceaseless hubbub, was still disconcerted by the sheer number of marines served their meals there. Camp Lejeune was a training base, and the number of troops stationed there was overwhelming. Lelia's hopes that the Guard be overlooked had been shattered the first day when the whole room fell silent as they entered. Whether it was owed to better manners or loss of novelty, Lelia was delighted that it didn't happen anymore. But they still drew undue attention when they gathered their trays and tried to find a corner to seat themselves.

Today was media day and they'd had photographers around all morning shooting pictures of them running the corps' PT test. All her soldiers had exceeded standards, but she hated having them on display like that. Fortunately, she was the only one who had to sit through an interview. She'd caught Patrick's grin when she agreed with the reporter that none of the Amazonian Guard spoke English. Of course, he and all the other marines knew better.

Other than that brief interaction, she'd had a reprieve from seeing him again for two days, as Patrick had been detailed elsewhere on the base. Obviously she couldn't avoid the man forever, and she couldn't really say why she was trying to. As she saw him drinking coffee with other marines, she could only manage a cursory hello before scurrying over to stand in line. She willed him to stay seated, even as she felt him immediately rise to follow her.

“Sorry I haven't been able to see you. I hope you aren't mad at me,” he said, standing behind her in the chow line.

Lelia glanced up at him over her shoulder, then quickly lowered her eyes. “I got your messages. I understand about obligations.”