Awakening Veronica (19 page)

She giggled and said, “You know that’s not much of a threat, right?”

He winked and said, “Last night was only a warm-up, a little taste to see how you handled it.”

“I loved it.”

Without looking, he pulled the chair close and sat in it, putting him right in position to eat her pussy. He glanced up and said, “You seem concerned with protocols. I like listening to you when you’re being pleasured so feel free to make as much noise as you want. I’m not into making you control your orgasms, either. When I want control of your orgasms, I’ll take it.”

Her head thumped on the table as he laid his warm lips on her pussy and licked her from her opening to her clit. Her back bowed and a moan burst from her as he wrapped his arms around her outer thighs, holding them at an angle, and pinned her hips with his forearms, immobilizing her lower half. The effect was explosively erotic. She reached out and gripped the edges of the table, her fantasy running wild. Closing her eyes, she reveled in the sensations as he growled softly against her clit. He licked her with slow broad strokes of his tongue interspersed with quick flicks of the tip, all designed to drive her to the edge and keep her there.

Whenever the vibrations in her core reached near the breaking point, he backed off, giving her time to come down just enough to continue teasing her.

He played with her nipples, tweaking them while using his body to keep her pinned to the table. She peeked at him from under her lashes and saw it when he smiled while looking at the most intimate part of her. There was no pretending on his part. His gaze flicked up to hers and she went limp beneath him, willing him to do whatever he wanted to do to her, knowing what he wanted from her. Maybe it was the lust in his gaze. Maybe it was the uniform. Or the way he stretched the encounter out until she pulsed with the desperate need to come. Still gripping the edge of the table tightly, she whispered, “Please, Hank. Please?”

A sexy smile quirked his lips as his eyes wandered over her body and some secret knowledge entered his eyes. She sensed his pleasure as he growled again, vibrating her clit and then gently sucking it and the sensitive flesh around it into his mouth. He released it as he once again wrapped his arm around her thigh and pinned her firmly to the table. He stood halfway, lifting her legs and pressing them to her torso so she couldn’t arch her back. That glorious feeling of helplessness increased. She was at his mercy, and he had none. He tortured her clit until her orgasm burst like a fireball inside her and she rode each glorious wave until she went limp again. The sound of both of them catching their breath filled the room.

He wiped his chin and smiled at her as he licked her juices from his fingers and then he helped her into a sitting position where she slumped against him, her body tingling and her mind dazed.

Made bold by the barrage to her senses, she whispered, “I did as you asked when I texted early this morning to tell you good-night. I told Travis what you told me to tell him. I followed his instructions.”

“Good girl. Did you come hard?”

“I did. Travis said he did, too. Did you?”

“Yes, Nika. I imagined what would happen and got hard.”

“Like you are now?” she asked, sitting brazenly in front of him with her legs still spread and her feet resting on the seat of the chair. She pressed her palm against his cock and hissed at the heat and solidity she found there and slid her hand up and down his impressive length. The uniform, the badge, the heavy work belt all added to her vulnerability. He could do whatever he wanted to her. That knowledge coursed in her blood like molten lava.

“Nika, you’re being very wicked.”

“I’ll need a spanking later, no doubt.” Her inner angel wore a shocked face.

He growled in response and helped her down from the table and led her to the couch. He pointed at the floor in front of him and laid a pillow between his spread cowboy boots and began unbuckling that impressive tooled leather belt.

Her hands shook as she stroked his balls through the fabric of his pants and her heart pounded as he drilled her with those bedroom eyes and said, “If Travis was here right now, we’d be all over you, Nika. Suck my cock right now, and know that the next time the three of us are together, we’re fucking you.”

Her cunt clenched, and hot, slick wetness dripped down her thighs as she imagined them doing exactly that. She moaned when she finally got her first look at his immense shaft as he tugged down the waistband of his underwear and held the thick base for her.

“Suck it, Nika. You can barely get your mouth around it, can you? Imagine my cock sliding into your tight little pussy tonight.
Mmmm
.” He groaned as she eagerly licked the head and rose up on her knees to take him into her mouth. He was so thick she could barely wrap her hand all the way around him. The growling sounds of pleasure he made were gratifying as she stroked the length of him that wouldn’t fit into her mouth. He was thick and seemed to grow harder with each thrust.

She squeezed her pussy muscles as she stroked him, imagining him thrusting that monster inside her cunt. She soon lost herself in the rhythm and sensuality of the act, enjoying his masculine groans and panting as he neared the edge. Her cunt grew more swollen and tight with each downward motion and sucking backstroke, clenching and unclenching until it was no longer her in control of her body but some force inside her, demanding relief until she was moaning along with him, her hips undulating with each stroke.

The muscles in his thigh became granite hard under her palm. “Get ready, Nika. Swallow for me.”

“Mmmhmmm,” she moaned as she kept sucking, the pulses between her legs billowing into hot, convulsive waves of pleasure. She climaxed along with him, something unheard of for her, as the first stream of his cum bathed the back of her throat. Jet after jet entered her mouth as he threw his head back and groaned loudly, his hand joining hers, stroking the base of his cock as she swallowed every drop of his salty, tangy cum. She’d never done that before either and found the taste more palatable than she’d imagined. She licked him as he softened until he gasped and moaned, a peaceful smile on his face.

Watching him as he recovered, his abdomen rippling in the afternoon light, she naughtily kissed his balls and stole another gasp from him before he looked down at her and laughed. He put a hand over his eyes. “Damn that was good, woman. You came, too, didn’t you?”

She giggled and said, “I did. I’m not being a good sub, taking so many liberties, am I?”

He lifted his hand and stroked her chin. “A good sub seeks to please her Dom. How we do it may be different from other Doms and subs, but how we do it pleases me very much. Travis is going to regret not coming over when I invited him.”

“You did? He didn’t want to?”

“I don’t think it was a question of wanting to or not wanting to. He wanted you to have a little one-on-one time with me.”

“Why? Is it because he may be leaving Divine again?”

Hank caressed her other cheek and shook his head. “I’m not sure. Maybe he’s planning to come see you on his own tomorrow. In a ménage, the parties involved need time alone with each other. He’s been talking to some of the guys who are in ménages. Maybe they suggested it. I know one thing, it’s not because he didn’t want to come. I could hear that much in his voice.”

She couldn’t help but worry, despite his reassurance, that maybe like her, Travis was trying to protect his heart if he was considering leaving Divine again.

“Don’t overthink it, Nika.”

She looked up at him and saw the understanding and warmth there and halted him when he started to put his clothing back together. She maintained eye contact as she leaned forward and licked his cock clean. After she was done, she replaced the waistband of his black, knit underwear, zipped his pants back up, and worked at his belt until he took over for her. When she glanced up at him, the intensity in his gaze made her go weak all over. She was held in thrall as he sat up and held out his arms.

She went to him and he wrapped her in his strong embrace and lifted her onto his lap, holding her as if she was a treasure. The stinging returned to the backs of her eyes and she blinked to stop the tears from forming. Her heart throbbed and she realized it was too late to build walls with him. It took her one day to fall for Hank. She wondered if he felt the same.

Chapter Eight

Kate Benedict stood with Grace on her front porch, waving good-bye as their friend turned onto the gravel driveway and headed toward the state highway. Seth Carter had just arrived on an impressive example of Harley Davidson artistry. He also waved to the driver of the Camaro as she paused and shared a few laughing words with her before she continued on. Grace chuckled when a booming, thumping sound started and Kate cocked an ear to listen.

“What’s all that racket?” Kate asked as the horses pranced nervously before settling down to graze again as the vehicle moved down the driveway.

Grace giggled and said, “I think it’s Metallica.” Looping her arm through Kate’s, Grace led her down the porch to where Seth waited. “Do you think you’ll be warm enough?”

Seth smiled as he held out his hand to assist her down the steps. “No worries, Grace. Jayne sent her leather riding jacket with me when she found out I was taking Kate for a ride. We’ll be back in plenty of time for supper. Jayne can’t wait to see you later this afternoon, ma’am.”

Kate patted his hand and said, “This motorcycle looks brand spanking new, Seth.”

“It is. I traded my Softail for a touring motorcycle when Jayne made it clear she really enjoys riding. I wanted to get something that would be more comfortable for her. She loves the backseat and hopes you will, too.”

Kate noticed that Grace still looked a little concerned as Seth helped her into the black, fringed, leather jacket and then took the helmet Seth handed to her. She turned to Grace and hugged her. “Don’t worry, dearest. It’s been a few years, but this isn’t my first time on a Harley.”

Seth smiled reassuringly at Grace and then turned to her. “Now, Kate, you and I know you’re no one’s little old lady but I’m not comfortable with you climbing up onto the seat. You could slip. Do you mind if I lift you into it?”

“Oh, pfft! I can handle that little climb.”

Seth cocked his head and looked at her with those hypnotic pale blue eyes, not budging a bit, and a girlish giggle bubbled up inside her.

“All right, but only because it’ll ease your worry. I never took you for a bossy sort of man, Seth Carter. My illusions are dissipating rapidly.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Seth said with a slight smile as he gently lifted Kate into the seat, which was several inches above his and would provide her with an excellent view as they toured the hill country around Divine. The prospect was positively exhilarating.

Seth fixed the chin strap on her helmet for her, affording her the chance to more closely examine this young man’s demeanor. He looked exactly the same as he had the last time she’d seen him but Kate could sense a change. Seth was a quiet man. When she’d met him the year before, he’d just experienced a great upheaval when his soon-to-be wife, Jayne and son, Toby had been abducted and taken to Lusty. Jayne had been injured but they’d all been reunited safely. Back then, the tension had seemed to emanate from him. A year later, Kate felt peace like a deep, deep river rolling through him. Here was a happy, contented man.

They waved to Grace, and Kate watched as she slowly walked back to the front door, and she said a prayer for her friend. Something was off with Grace and she hadn’t put her finger on it quite yet.

Seth climbed on the bike, and into the wireless microphone in his helmet, he said, “Tell me if you need to stop to take a break. Enjoy the ride and I’ll be your tour guide.”

Kate patted his beefy shoulder as the bike started with a nice, throaty roar, and said, “Thank you, Seth. I’m so excited about our ride today. Since we have these nice helmets, I want you to tell me all about the goings-on with Jayne and Toby.”

On the ride out to Bowie Lake, Seth filled her in and Kate felt a special kind of blessing. She knew from past experience that he didn’t normally talk as much as he did on that hour-long drive. Maybe it was the miles spread out before them, maybe it was the lack of eye-to-eye contact that made it easier for him to open up, but she felt special as they made their way back from the lake and headed toward Divine.

“Feel like a cup of coffee and a cupcake, Grandma Kate?”

“Are you treating?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

They rode around town, and Seth pointed out shops she might enjoy visiting with the girls. She had Christmas shopping that needed to get done whether she was home in Lusty or there in Divine. Might as well help out the economy.

“Anywhere else you’d like to go?” Seth asked as they turned on to Main Street.

She patted Seth’s shoulder and said, “How about that cupcake, cupcake? I could use that cup of coffee, too.”

Seth snorted and in a rugged, soft-spoken tone said, “Now don’t tell Jayne you called me cupcake. She’ll tell Grace and they’ll all start getting ideas.”

“It’s our secret.”

A few blocks down, he parked outside a cute little coffee shop called Divine Drip. The limestone face of the building was typical of a lot of the structures in the Texas Hill Country. It gave off a homey feel that reminded her of Lusty Appetites.