Red Hots (21 page)

Excitedly
she slid to the floor. This was another first for her, the desire to serve. The
other men she’d been with had efficiently undressed as she removed her own
clothes, normally while they were still discussing various litigation issues.
There had never been this passionate abandonment and reckless sexual behavior
she experienced with Dom Hawk.

His
shoes and socks came off first as he balanced from one foot to the other and
lifted the opposite up for her. She stared at his pale toes against the dark
blue of his carpet. The thought that a man’s feet were sexy had never crossed
her mind, but it did now as she looked at the strong, masculine pair before
her.

Smiling,
she glided her gaze and hands up his jean-clad legs until she reached the
button. She made quick work of the fastenings as the chink of each tooth of his
zipper echoed in the silence. Taking his pants and underwear down until he
stepped out of them, she soon found herself face to face with his hard cock.

The
trim hair surrounding his thick length and his robust scent more prominent in
her current position tempted her to touch him. Her mouth felt overly moist as
she considered the feel of him along her tongue.

She
started to reach for him and paused. She hadn’t asked permission to touch him.
Gazing up at him, she asked, “May I touch you, Sir?”

The
intensity in his gaze made his eyes appear almost black with desire. He cupped
her cheek then his thumb caressed her lips. “You may do as you will, my Song
Sparrow.”

She
took that to mean he was giving her authority over him. Even if temporarily,
she was thrilled to have it. There was no desire in her to dominate him or any
man, but she liked the knowledge of being able to please how she wanted to.

Wrapping
her hands around his cock, she stroked the silky steel. His skin was hot
against her palm, like a match. The feel of him built the inferno within her.
She noticed the bead of fluid race from the opening at the tip and run down to
her fingers below his crown. Reaching her other hand up, she swiped the droplet
with her finger and brought it to her mouth. The briny sweet blend was a
welcome flavor on her tongue, making her want more of him.

She
squeezed and pumped his cock. When another bead crested the top, she leaned
forward and flattened her tongue below it and licked up then over the tip.

His
sigh was loud. With his hand still on her cheek, she felt the slight tremble in
it. The response made her grin and she courageously slipped her hand lower as
she took him into her mouth. The desire to feel him quake more from the power
she wielded over him was intoxicating. The broad head of his cock stretched her
mouth wide as she drew him deeper. Pressing him further, she rolled her tongue
beneath his shaft.

“Shit…”
he groaned. “That feels damn good.”

Her
set life may not have been adventurous, but she was no shrinking violet when it
came to giving head. However, with all she knew she still gave him more and
took him in until she couldn’t consume anymore. She loved him with her mouth
and hand.

 He
widened his stance as she swirled her tongue around the crown, ensuring she
grazed the sensitive area just below with her tongue.

One
hand continued to stroke his stiff cock while she moved her free hand from his
stone-cut thigh and cupped his sacks. Full and tight they sat high against the
base of his shaft. Up and down, she kept her mouth snug around him as she
fisted his dick.

Hissing
through clenched teeth, he buried his other hand in her hair and gripped it,
pulling her strands loose from the clip that she’d put on it that morning to
hold it back away from her face. Still cupping her cheek, he began to catch her
rhythm and thrust into her parted lips.

It
was her turn to moan. She enjoyed the power he willed and the pleasure he took
from her. Her lips would be swollen and tender tomorrow like her ass, but she
didn’t care. It would remind her that she’d been claimed by him.

Purposely,
she allowed her bottom teeth to gingerly scrape the underside of the head of
his cock each time he pulled back.

The
growl that exploded from his mouth was graveled and low in his chest as he
pistoned forward, bumping into the back of her throat, sparking tears in the
corner of her eyes. He became animalistic, untamed in his thrusting, fulfilling
his need in her. She didn’t shy away from his onslaught, but created a firm
suction around him, attempting to push him to the end of his restraint that he
was always tethered to.

As
she pumped faster with her fisted hand around the velvety steel, she could feel
his balls recede further up against his base. Clearly reading the signs, she
understood if they continued in the passionate unison, she would soon have the
satisfaction of tasting his release.

“Enough!”
he commanded, his voice coming out breathless and tight. As if the order was
not only for her, but himself as well, he ceased all movement—his hand still
twisted in her hair.

Immediately,
she relaxed her jaw and lowered her hand. Forlorn, she allowed him to pull away
from her as he took a step back. When he released her hair a small clatter
sounded behind her as her clip fell from her hair as her thick heavy waves
cascaded around her shoulders.

Gazing
up at him from her kneeling position, she watched him take a deep breath,
expanding his chest. She wondered if she should ask if he would allow her to
finish him off.

When
he lowered his eyes to her, the fervor revealed there let her know he was
reclaiming the control of the night. Not that she ever felt she had it, but
while she held him in her hands and mouth, she’d felt powerful.

“Get
on the bed, now. On your knees, Song Sparrow.”

“Yes,
Sir.” Excitement and apprehension battled in her core, both trying for
dominance as she scrambled up onto the bed. However, she refused to allow
herself to fear the unknown coming her way, or him. She trusted him too much.
He’d earned it over her body and her emotions.

“Stretch
your arms forward and press your shoulders to the mattress.”

Doing
as she was told, she assumed the position, feeling the cool air kiss her wet
sex and lubed ass as the pose put both on display. With her feet hanging off
the edge of his bed, she buried her nose in the comforter and inhaled his
scent, allowing his aroma to relax her.

“Spread
your knees.”

She
did.

“Wider.”

Pushing
her hips down, she slid her knees outward almost to the point of pain. She was
low, but she realized as she peeped under her shoulder that she was at the
perfect angle for his cock. As she tightened the walls of her sex, she thought
about how wonderful it would feel to have his dick inside of her.

He
placed his hands on her ass. “Beautiful and rosy.” He squeezed her cheeks.

Closing
her eyes, she whimpered at the pain, but pressed back to him, showing him she
was honored to wear his markings.

It
wasn’t his cock that she felt next, as she had anticipated, but his breath.
Opening her eyes, she saw he’d lowered himself behind her, his face now on
level with her sex.

The
first swipe of his tongue over her swollen, aching flesh made her shiver and
wiggle against him.

Holding
her firm, he kept her still as he traced his tongue around her clit and up her
slit between her labia. He reversed his direction and drew the stiff, small
peak into his mouth.

Her
breath caught on a moan as she tilted her hips just the slightest bit to get
closer to him.

Picking
up on her movement, he smacked her ass.

She
cried out at the sting.

Sweeping
up her center, he pressed his tongue inside of her pussy and flicked it along her
walls tormenting the sensitive skin.

She
fisted the sheets to keep herself still when she wanted to thrust against him.

Slipping
out from her, he said, “Your pussy tastes so good, I could keep my tongue
buried inside of you for hours.” He followed those words with a swipe to her
clit and she lost it.

Coming
undone, she shook and bucked against his ardent mouth as she came.

After
the last wave shuddered through her, he slowly laved his tongue along her body
from clit to ass before he rose and stood behind her.

Finally
he was there, where she needed and wanted him the most, pushing his thick cock
into her pussy.

“Oh,
ohhh…yes.” Her response was automatic, the thought of requesting permission to
speak lost to her.

“You
feel so damn good.” He thrust once. A second time. After the third he pulled
out.

“Pleas—”
Her words were cut off as she felt the cream coated head of his cock pressing
against the rosette of her ass.

“Relax,”
came his deep command as he clutched her ass and spread her cheeks wide, giving
himself room. “The plug prepared you for this…for me.”

She
hadn’t realized that she’d tensed up, but she forcefully willed her body to
stay calm. His words brought to mind the remembrance of the double balled toy
in her ass, and the erotic feeling of being stretched and full. However, the
sensation of his cock was ten times more intense. Even as her body opened for
him, without much resistance she could tell he was much wider than the plug.

Her
body began to tremble, from need as well as the uncomfortable feeling of the
nefarious act.

He
was past the first ring when she realized he was no longer pushing forward.
Turning her head, she glanced over her shoulder at him. He was just standing
there staring back at her.

“Sir?”
She wasn’t sure if she had done something wrong. Had she tightened up, even as
she tried to induce her body to accept his broad cock?

“Whenever
you’re ready. You do this.”

She
understood what he wanted. He was allowing her to set the pace, take as much of
him into her rear channel at a time as she desired.
Can I do this?

Part
of her wanted to pull away completely and just ask him to fuck her pussy and be
done with it. However, there was a darker, more sinful place inside of herself
that wanted this abandonment, the enjoyment of such a wicked deed.

Taking
a breath she pulled away a little, not enough to dislodge him but enough to give
her some space to wiggle back onto him and return him to the same spot.

He
slackened his grip on her cheeks and exhaled loudly.

Unlike
she, who’d had two orgasms already that night, he had none and she knew from
her oral performance he was held by a tenuous rope. She didn’t have long and
she wanted this to be good for both of them.

Keeping
her gaze fused with his, she rotated her hips and pushed him further and bumped
his head against the second and final band. Not moving him deeper yet, she
worked her ass up and down his hardness until her walls became accustomed to
his thick invasion and relaxed more. Trembling, she felt her desire heighten as
it had done in the playroom. Heat curled up along her spine, propelling her to
seek more burning pleasure.

With
a solid push, aided by her own cream covering his cock and the oily substance
of the earlier lube, she yielded to the demands of her body. She accepted him
until he was buried in her ass beyond the point the plug had reached.

She
cried out.

He
groaned. “Yes, Song Sparrow, you feel so tight around me. Amazing.”

His
face was taut and red with desire. Her body was humming with the same passion.

Squeezing
her anal walls around him, she felt the shudder that raced through him. “Fuck
me, Sir. Take your pleasure.”

Staring
down at her, concern clouding his eyes, he asked, “You sure?”

Moving
her hips back and forth, she showed him she was availing herself to him. “Yes,
Sir.”

He
pulled back, but entered her slowly several times as he worked himself inside
of her as if ensuring himself she was ready and could take his force.

She
sighed, loving the slick feel of him along her sensitive walls but needing a
firmer pounding. Like him, she was on the edge of an orgasm, but the slow
cadence would get her there.

“Sir,
I need you to—”

His
movement ceased and she whimpered. She was so close.

“I’ve
never allowed a sub to top from the bottom, Song Sparrow, and I won’t start
with you.”

Quivering
with unquenched desire, she met his gaze and understood his command. She was to
let him fuck her in his pace and timing, and she would take it when and how he
gave it to her. Duly chastised, she mumbled, “Yes, Sir.

Pressing
deep into her, he swiveled his hips, caressing her aching walls.

She
choked on the intense pleasure of his action.

Before
she could fully revel in the satisfaction, he pulled out and thrust into her with
such force she moved up the bed an inch.

Grabbing
her hips, he began hammering into her throbbing ass.