Lost & Found (Possessed 3)

“I was. I was wondering why your first reaction was to hide. What the wild look in your eye meant.” He refused to lie to her.

“I was having a nightmare,” she explained.

Leaning towards her, his forearms resting on the island counter top. “About what?”

Pepper’s eyes shyly met his as she answered. “The first time he hit me. I hid in the bathroom. He pounded on the door for so long, I thought it would break down.” The kettle whistled, and while she finished telling them her story, he poured the water. “When you guys knocked the table over, he was pounding in my nightmare.”

He knew the effect nightmares could have on a person, so he understood how she must have felt being trapped in one. He would still worry about PTSD, though.

“Why did you knock over the table?” she asked them.

“Nick was up in arms about you not being in bed this morning. Went a little nuts, stopped too fast, and I collided with his back. The table is a casualty.” Ace tried to joke with her, getting the smallest smile as she listened.

“Oh. Sorry about that. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I left the bed. Then

I got this stupid idea of going back to the cave– “

“Tell me you didn’t,” Nick barked at her, his voice sharper than he intended.

Her eyes narrowed as she answered him. “I did. Roxie was with me, and I had the switchblade Jake gave me. It was something I had to do alone, Nick.”

“I don’t doubt that, but you should have waited ‘til daylight,” he snapped back, angry as hell she’d risked her life like that.

“If you would shut up and listen to me, you’d know I would have said I should have waited.” Her cheeks flushed, and her chest rose and fell with each inhale of breath as she spoke. He was oddly turned on as fire shot from her eyes.

“You don’t know what’s out there,” his voice was low, husky. He was having a hard time controlling his enraged lust.

“I know that, Nick.” She spat out his name, standing as she spoke.

“So, why’d you do it?” Ace asked from behind her. Her fire turned him on every bit as much as Nick.

“Because I wanted it to be over. I wanted the guilt gone. I wanted to move on. And I can’t do that with his death hanging over my head.” Her words grew more hushed as she explained.

Nick’s anger vanished a little more with each word she spoke until she was standing right in front of him, her hands on his bare chest. Her eyes glazed over with her need.

“You once promised to make me feel nothing but good. Make me feel, Nick.” He closed his eyes to try and control himself. “Make me yours, Ace.” Her husky demand was their undoing.

Pepper’s words sparked an intensity in them both she’d never seen before. Nick’s hands went to her hips as his mouth crashed down onto hers. His kiss was electric, fiery. Branding. Her spine tingled with his possession.

She felt Ace’s hands band around her waist, holding her to him like he loved to do. In his arms, she knew nothing bad would touch her. His body always folded around her, protecting without needing to. When he pulled her shirt up, the blast of cold air had her already sensitive nipples hard as ice.

The warmth from his hands as he cupped her breasts was exhilarating. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as he played with the dusky buds while Nick continued to plunder her mouth. She was taken for a ride of longing and titillation.

Before long, both men were naked standing before her, proudly stroking their cocks. So hard and aching, she watched with fascination as their long rods disappeared into their masculine hands.

Seeing a pearly liquid on the tip of Ace’s cock, she had the sudden urge to taste him. To know how he felt on her tongue. Acting without thinking, she dropped to her knees before him, wrapping her own small fist around his. Stopping his upward stroke, she smiled up at him before licking the tip and taking the liquid into her mouth, savoring the salty flavour of his essence on her tongue. Her eyes had closed as soon as she did so, and she couldn’t help the moan of pleasure as it purred through her body.

She wanted more. She wanted all of him.

Opening her mouth, she slowly moved further down his shaft as his hand melted away to dive lovingly into her hair. Gripping the back of her head, she felt the strain he controlled not to take over. To let her set the pace as she learnt every curve of him.

Unable to take all of him into her mouth, her hand remained at the bottom of his shaft against his pelvis. Lightly stroking, she moved up and down on him. Sucking as she pulled off, she nipped the very tip of him gently before taking him into the back of her throat. Nearly gagging at the sheer size of his girth, she swallowed around him. The vein on the underside pulsed with every heavy beat of his heart, his own secret desire making itself known. He wanted to come inside her mouth. She felt it in the way his balls drew up, and he tensed against her hand.

Continuing her assault, she licked, sucked, and swallowed every inch of him until his grip in her hair controlled her movements. When he tried to pull her off of him, she shook her head just as he came in long spurts. His body shuddered with every stream of cum that splashed in her mouth. Swallowing as much as she could, she felt some slip past her lips and slowly slide down her chin.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he panted. His voice sounded like he’d run a marathon. “What was that?”

“I wanted to taste you,” she cooed shyly, sitting back on her heels. His hand came forward, admiration in his hot gaze, swiping his thumb across her chin to wipe away what little had leaked free. She licked it into her mouth.