Deep 6 (Multiple Love)

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you,” he says, resting the belt over the chair and then returning. His finger slides up the inside of my thigh and ghosts over the spread hole of my entrance. He rubs his fingers together, savoring my wetness, and my pussy squeezes again.

I’m ready. Readier than I ever would have thought possible for a man I barely know. Readier than I could have imagined if you’d told me how this would have been. I didn’t know I’d get turned on by a man’s orders or his cold appraisal. These things are new and strange to discover about myself.

The unsnap of Greg’s buttons down the front of his jeans seems to take forever. Beneath, I get a glimpse of tight gray underwear that does nothing to conceal his cock, which is hard and straining within the fabric. It’s not concealed for long.

Greg removes everything in one rough flourish, and when his clothes hang tidily, he crawls up the bed between my legs like a bear on the prowl. The wait for him has gotten me antsy. Every nerve under my skin primes for his touch, and I guess that was the whole point.

Mind games are sexy as fuck, and a man who knows how much sex is in a woman’s mind will be a master of her body.

His arms come down either side of me, and he braces himself above me, his bottom lips drawing in for a long moment and reappearing moist. I don’t know where to look. His eyes are like shadows that can see into my soul. His broad shoulders and chest scream power and a past bleaker than anything I can imagine. Lower, his abs are like a ladder to the underworld of his cock. Hades hangs there, between his legs, the dark god waiting to drag me under. A shiver runs through my whole body, peaking my nipple and flooding my skin with prickling goose flesh.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispers. “Even when it hurts, it feels good.”

His lips find mine, but he doesn’t close his eyes. He watches my reaction, the jittery blink of my eyes, the widening of my pupils as his formidable beauty comes close enough to touch me.

If the devil had a human form, he would choose Greg’s. Of that, I’m certain.

Then he licks a long stripe along my jaw, and for a moment, I slip beneath the surface of reality. “I can see why Tyler hasn’t been able to forget you,” Greg whispers close to my ear. “I can see why he can’t let you go.”

I whimper as his lips close around my nipple and then his teeth, biting hard enough for tears to spring to my eyes. “I can see why he’d do anything to keep you, including giving you to me. But he didn’t really, did he, Sandy? He just gave me permission. You handed yourself over for this. You gave me this body to play with, this heart to know.” The flat of his broad palm rests over where my heart is pounding with a mixture of trepidation and arousal.

I nod because he’s right. Tyler may have given the green light, but I was the one with my foot on the accelerator. I didn’t just drive; I floored it into Greg’s arms like a woman on the run from the cops and into the arms of a gangster.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, his mouth hovering over the curve of my belly, so close to where I need him.

“Your mouth,” I say.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.” It’s not until the words have left my lips and I see an even darker glint in Greg’s eyes that I realize my mistake. In a flash, he has me rolled onto my front, grabbing my hands and holding them over my head. His whole body rests against mine; 220lb of caged animal, and I’m powerless.

“Keep your hands there,” he says.

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.” One hand releases and begins a long, languid stroke from my fingertips, down the soft underside of my arm, along my ribs, and across my waist, then lower. His hips buck just once, pressing the huge bar of his cock against the seam of my ass. Then he’s pushing himself up and grabbing a pillow.

The loss of his weight and warmth leaves me adrift until he hoists my hips upward and plants the pillow beneath me like I weigh nothing more than a rag doll. But whatever he’s trying to do, it isn’t enough for him. Another pillow is added, leaving my ass in the air.

Everywhere.

The word echoes in the recesses of my mind as his rough palm, crafted from years of hard work, strokes the soft cheek of my ass. I hold my breath, bracing for what comes next, not knowing what it might even be.