Pole Position (Country Roads 2)

She rolled her tongue over her lips and said, “I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me after you visit there.”

He chuckled. “Oh, is that what you call an untouched woman’s pussy nowadays?”

She shrugged. “Guess it depends on the man who visits there…and how well he uses his hands when he has all the right parts in front of him. A friend of mine hops in bed with a different guy in every city, and she swears having sex is better than crossing the finish line.”

“Well in that case, you’d better hurry up because I for one can’t wait to see you enter victory lane!”

Chapter Sixteen

Brant was a hardened man, but Princess had seen his gentler side when she was a child. His cold eyes once scared her. Now they only enticed her.

He watched her body move, and his gaze alone inspired her. Stepping toward the bed, she awaited the Dom, the man she knew would emerge before the night was through, and she craved him.

She’d spoken to Colt on the phone and was able to push aside the initial guilt. They were sharing her. He’d reassured her. And now, she was confident that the night ahead would be a monumental occurrence.

Colt was miles away. Brant was right here. And he was looking at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, as if he understood her desires and her needs. What woman turned away a man like this?

“Come here,” he crooned, reaching for her.

Twirling around the bedpost, she landed on the mattress beside him, her knees pressing against his thigh.

“On the floor, sub,” he said sternly, as if he’d suddenly changed his mind.

Princess’s nipples hardened when she heard the order, the strength and power in his tone. She knelt on the carpet, parting her thighs naturally before placing her palms face up. She bowed her head but lifted her gaze, awaiting other instructions.

Brant stood. His cock was magnificently hard, and Princess’s mouth watered when a small bead of pre-cum slivered across the crest.

Using his own hand, Brant pumped his cock, working his dick in and out of his fist with a painstakingly slow maneuver. “I want you to bring me pleasure, sub.”

Princess’s gaze met his. She watched as he inched toward her, the umbrella shape of his cock taunting her, tantalizing her with the purplish shade as he strained to remain in control. She’d seen this kind of harnessed control in other Doms—the ones she’d watched in videos—but she couldn’t recall a time when she’d needed to please a man more than right then.

Princess’s tongue flicked over the head and Brant moaned, inching between her lips. She drew the head under her tongue and sucked, bobbing over him as she savored the taste of a new lover.

Whipping her tongue around his shape, she sucked him to her throat. Brant’s hand fell to the back of her head. “That’s it, sub. Suck my cock, lover.”

Oh God, she thought, squeezing her knees together. He was a talker, and Princess quickly discovered she liked her men chanting while she pleased them.

Princess licked all around his penis before tightening her lips around his pulsing flesh, deliberately doing her best to make him slippery and juicy. She slurped his dick, drawing his hard length between her cheeks.

Brant moaned as she consumed him, changing his stance whenever she sucked faster. Using both hands, she massaged his cock as he slid across her tongue. In a matter of minutes, he was thumping against her throat.

Dying to taste his pleasure, Princess pressed her tongue against the small opening at the top, tantalizing him as much as possible while cupping his sac. She rose over him then, licking her way up and down before she released his dick and sucked his balls between her wet lips.

“Oh dear God!” he screamed, grabbing a handful of her hair and knotting the locks at her nape.

Princess studied his expression as she gently suckled his firm scrotum. He looked like a man ready to claim a woman. His eyes grew heavy and he yanked her forward, bracketing his arms around her waist.

With her body spread naturally over his, his cock was positioned at her folds, not even an inch away from penetration. “Are you on the pill?”

And that was the question that changed their destiny.

* * * *

Brant wanted to take those words back the second he said them, but it was too late. He saw the hurt, the inflicted pain and it was too late to do anything about it. “Princess, I’m…”

“You’re what?” she asked, apparently stunned. She rolled away from him and covered her breasts with overlapping arms. “Am I on the pill? Di

d you seriously just ask me that question?”