Complicate (Deliver 9)

She needed more. More of his hunger. More of his kisses. More of his hot, hard maleness sliding and flexing against her.

And he gave it to her, deeper, harder, fucking her mouth as passionately as he fucked between her legs. They were sweat and spit, feral lust and smacking flesh. Together, they were explosive. Unstoppable. Dangerous as hell.

He thrust again and again, the heat so fierce, the sensations so shockingly uninhibited, she burned. Melting from the inside out, she clutched at the rigid muscles of his arms and sank into his strokes.

His aggressive kisses held their mouths together. She opened to him, her lips and thighs, welcoming the invasion, inviting him to take and touch as he wished.

She wanted his hands on her, groping and bruising. She needed his arms around her, wrenching her closer. But he was still restrained. He couldn’t touch her, couldn’t hold her, and she resented that.

His teeth caught her lips, biting wildly, the kiss breaking and reconnecting with the frenzy of their hunger.

“I have a weakness,” he grunted against her mouth.

“Only one?”

“Right now, it’s the only one that matters.” His hands balled into fists above his head, his eyes locked on hers. “Give me your ass.”

“You want to fuck my ass?” Her breath fled. “That’s your weakness?”

“You have no idea.” A shudder ran through him. “You’re so goddamn hot, so unbelievably slick and greedy. The tight fist of your cunt…” He snapped his hips, hammering into her. “Fuck, you make me crazy. I can’t even imagine what your little asshole would do to me.”

A gaping, throbbing sensation ignited between her legs, dripping, swelling, aching to be punished.

“Jesus.” He gasped. “I can feel you clenching. You want it. Christ, I knew you wouldn’t pass up a dick in your ass.”

“You’re so fucking kinky.” She stretched over him, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, with her hands braced on his restrained arms. “I want your dick in my ass.”

“Then spread your cheeks, woman. Don’t make me wait.”

She was far from an inexperienced newcomer to anal. When she was younger, she had a regular lover who preferred her ass over all else.

Relaxation, arousal, and lube were crucial in making it enjoyable, and holy hell, she had all of that working for her right now. She’d never been so turned on, so utterly loose and ready for it. And wet. So goddamn wet her fluids were everywhere, leaking into her crack and running all over his thighs.

She rose on her knees, disconnecting them. He grunted at the abrupt loss of contact, his body stiff and waiting. The folds of her dress kept her covered as she reached behind her and angled his erection between her flexing cheeks.

The head of him sluiced through her slippery crevice until he notched against her back entrance, pushing against the tight outer ring. She breathed in, out, and slowly lowered, pushing down, down, all the way to the root.

So much pressure, the fullness, the overwhelming stimulation… Her body gushed in response, and his echoed her every spasm. He wasn’t breathing, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide and glazed.

Then she lifted, stretching around him and crying out before sinking again.

He choked on a groan and started pumping away, harder, faster. “I’m going to come.”

“Wait.” Her hand skidded down his abs to his hip, holding him fast, while she fumbled beneath the dress to rub her clit.

He didn’t wait. His muscles went taut. His spine arched, and he roared, thrusting feverishly, erratically, and jetting a torrent of hot liquid warmth into her ass.

He came.

At last, he fucking surrendered.

Despite not finding her own release, she couldn’t help but savor the victory.

“Wipe that look off your face.” His voice cut through her like a whip, shockingly cold and mean. “Get off me.”

She flinched, frozen, with him still buried in her rectum.

“Get up!” He punched his hips, dislodging her, his eyes blazing with fury. “Get the fuck away from me.”

Stunned and teetering, Lydia fell off Cole’s lap and landed on the floor beside him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She shoved to her feet, shaking with her fists at her sides.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been forcing yourself on me for days, and you have the nerve to ask what’s wrong with me?”

Footsteps pounded behind her, sounding Mike’s approach. When he reached her side, she shivered at anger rolling off him. But neither she nor Cole spared him a glance, their gazes locked.

“Orgasm denial doesn’t work on a man who doesn’t want to come.” Cole laughed cruelly. “He has to be interested.”

“You just came—”

“I literally fucked you in the ass, Lydia. With my hands tied. Let that sink in for a second.”

It sank, and it sank hard, caving in her chest and leaving a trail of ice.

After a long, heart-pounding pause, Cole went in for the kill. “The only pleasure I derived from that orgasm was knowing that while you’re coming to terms with how fantastically you’ve been manipulated, you get to feel my payback dribbling from your filthy asshole.”