Awakening Veronica (22 page)

“If we handle ourselves and our scenes properly, you shouldn’t need your safeword, ever. But don’t be afraid to use it if you need to. No matter how much in-depth research you’ve done, this is still all new to you,” Hank said as Travis released her to undress and Hank pulled her to him. His big body was completely bare and his cock was like a hot brand pressing against her belly as he squeezed her to him. He looked down at her and she lost herself in his shadowy gray eyes as he held her and she curled against his chest, feeling safe and cared for. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I love the way you smell, Nika.”

Travis laid his clothing aside and came up behind her. “Nika, do you fantasize?”

She chuckled and said, “I grew up being told that I lived in a fantasy world.”

Hank stroked her cheek as he said, “That makes sense, given that you’re a writer. You enjoyed being pinned down this afternoon, and I noticed that you kept your hands always at the edge of the table. Do you have fantasies about being tied up?” At her nod, he said, “Tell me about it.”

“I think that’s one of my earliest fantasies, even before I had any knowledge about sex or male-female relationships. One time, when we were little, my brothers and sister and I and some of the neighborhood kids were playing pilgrims and Indians. I was playing a pilgrim maid and the Indians tied me up and kidnapped me. I was supposed to struggle and holler for help until the pilgrims rescued me.”

Hank had a knowing smile on his face and he nodded. “And did they rescue you?”

“Yeah, and I was totally bummed when I got untied,” she said, biting her lip at the silly memory.

“So a capture fantasy in which you get more than you bargained for might be in order, huh? Are those strictly bedroom fantasies or would you be willing to try role-playing?”

“What do you mean? Now?”

“No. Springing one of your fantasies on you when you least expect it.”

“Oh…” She could practically feel the ropes wrapping around her and the sense of utter helplessness. The thought made her breathless and wet.

“I’ll take that reaction as a definite yes,” Hank said with an easy chuckle.

“Yes,” she murmured with a nod. “What now?”

“Come to bed, Nika.”

Hank and Travis led her to the bed and positioned her so she was reclining on the pillows. Hank took her hand in his and licked and kissed at her knuckles and her wrists. She’d never realized how sensitive her skin was there as she gave over to his gentle touch and her eyelids slid closed.

Travis stroked Veronica’s thighs as he kissed her and whispered, “You’re beautiful in the candlelight.” She floated on a blissful cloud as he kissed her and stroked her legs, drawing the anticipation out until she felt like a spring being turned and tightened. His callused hands ignited waves of heat under her skin as they swept over her, stroking her abdomen, cupping her breasts. His lips trailed down her throat to her collarbones as he tugged at her nipples and then soothed them with his hot mouth before sucking them, wringing a gasp from her.

The bed jostled and she moaned when Travis palmed one thigh to the side and knelt on one knee between hers. With warm hands, Hank stroked the muscles in her thigh and then down to her calf, warming and exciting her. Callused hands stroked her foot, rubbing her instep and her arch and gently tugging at her toes, drawing a response from every inch of her.

Travis laid warm kisses on her abdomen before working his way back up, nuzzling between her breasts. “You smell so sexy, Nika. You make me hard just with your scent.”

“True,” Hank murmured.

As they touched her, she relaxed, letting them do as they willed, until she was lying with arms and legs spread, willing to take whatever they offered. Her cunt throbbed with need as she hoped they’d touch her there. They came close too many times to count as they teased. The tension built in slow waves, flowing and ebbing as they aroused her to a point that she thought she was running a fever.

Hank must’ve moved around the bed because he was suddenly on her other side, paying the same attention to her hands and legs on that side. She arched her back and stretched and heard him growl softly. “Perfect.”

She smiled and opened her eyes. A tugging at her wrists drew her attention as he loomed over her, tying something off on her headboard. Both men smiled at her when she looked from side to side and saw that it wasn’t just a fantasy. She was tied down to the bed at both wrists.

Tugging with her legs, she realized Travis had been busily working at distracting her while Hank had restrained her legs, too. Her cunt pulsed and she gloried in the sensation as she tugged and couldn’t get free.

Hank laid his hand on her abdomen. “You’re ours to play with now, Nika.” Lust burned in his eyes. “We can do whatever we want to you.”

Intelligible speech fled as she embraced her predicament. She should probably play along and pretend to be concerned but all she could do was giggle as she arched her back, dying for whatever they chose to do next. “Do your worst.”

With an evil laugh, Travis leaned down until his mouth was inches from her cunt. “I’ve been looking forward to tasting your pussy ever since Hank told me about this afternoon.”

“Did he tell you all about it?” she asked as she lifted her hips.

“Yes, in great detail, little vixen.” He growled as he finally looked his fill. “So tempting and pink. And wet. You need me to touch you here?” he asked, lifting a fingertip and nearly touching her with it, until she panted and whimpered, tilting toward him. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching for a cock to fill her, a finger, anything.

She scooted closer to him until the silky bindings at her wrists halted her movements and all she could do was watch. Travis tilted his head and flicked his gaze to hers as he brushed his lower lip against her labia. Her body jerked as his hot breath streamed over her exposed clit and she wondered if she’d come just from his teasing and the way he looked at her.

She glanced up and saw Hank kneeling on the bed, watching the two of them, his enormous cock jutting up from the nest of black hair between his spread thighs. She wanted to reach out and touch him but couldn’t. Remembering their encounter earlier made her mouth water.

Hot breath at her cunt drew her attention and she looked back at Travis and he grinned at her. “You were about a split second away from getting your pussy slapped for not paying attention, Nika. Focus.” The thought of either of them doing that made her cunt clench tight as a vise and her juices dripped from her and slid between her ass cheeks.

Travis smiled as he saw her reaction and the knowledge in his eyes didn’t shame her. No, it turned her on even more. It made her bold. “You’d slap my poor little pussy?” She even managed to slide her lower lip out in a pout, a totally foreign motion.

He leaned closer, and she felt like she been touched with a hot poker as his hot breath streaked over her a second before his teeth slid smoothly on either side of her clit.

“Oh!” she screamed as her back bowed and the orgasm blindsided her. He sucked her clit, setting off a flurry of explosions that rocked her. His hot mouth lapping at her wouldn’t allow her to come down and the tension soared within her again. He seemed content to tease her, sucking at her clit and licking her opening until she was swollen and so aroused she wanted to scream for them to take her. She opened her eyes to find them both watching her and realized what they waited for.

“Fuck me, please! Please!” she begged.

Travis’s face broke into a smile and he said, “She’s a quick one.”

Hank chuckled in reply, and instead of being offended Veronica laughed, too, and yelled, “Shut up and
fuck me
!”

The room echoed with Hank’s laughter and the shock on Travis’s face lasted for a split second before the flat of his fingertips landed right over her clit. More shocking than painful, the tap drew a startled scream from her.

Travis gaped at Hank, a devilish gleam lighting his brown eyes. “Such sassiness from our sub! Did you hear her?”

“I did, Trav. She just earned herself a spanking.”

Travis grinned and soothed her pussy with broad strokes from his tongue until she pleaded, “Please fuck me, Travis? Pretty, pretty, please? With sugar on top?”

“What pretty begging,” Travis said as he sheathed his cock. Hank had a condom in his hand as well, and a hungry look in his eyes as he watched them.

I get two cocks. Holy Moses!

Feeling ravenous for them both, she squirmed and writhed as she watched Travis stroke his hand down his thick shaft.
I want that so much!

She realized she’d spoken out loud when Travis chuckled and said, “I’m about to give it to you, impatient Nika.”

He prowled up her torso, planting kisses and taking his time. As he positioned himself between her legs, his body heat sent ecstatic shivers over her whole body and she lifted toward him everywhere she could to feel more of him. She wanted desperately to wrap herself around him and the fact she couldn’t increased the need to do so tenfold.

He let out a happy groan as he settled against her and slid his forearms under her shoulders, bracing his elbows at her sides. Feeling him wrapped around her like that decreased the loss she felt at not being able to touch him and she tilted her head up to kiss his throat and whispered, “Yes, please,” as the hot head of his cock nudged at her cunt, slipping between her wet lips and tightly filling her swollen opening.

He flexed his hips in tiny increments, barely sliding in before pulling out, entering her over and over again until her heart thundered in her chest and another climax hovered barely out of reach.

His cock stretched her wide with each thrust and she was dimly aware of her soft cries in the quiet room and him whispering to her. “Shh, Nika. Wait for me. Hold it. Wait for me. You can do it, my good girl.” He kissed her deeply, stroking her tongue with his as his thrusts went deeper, filling her with his hot, thick shaft until he was all the way inside her. The only thing holding her orgasm back was his desire for her to wait as he began thrusting. A groan rumbled in his chest as his thrusts picked up speed. She tried unconsciously to wrap herself around him again and the reminder of the way she was tied down sent her arousal skyrocketing again.

“Travis!”

“Yes, angel,” he said as he lifted off of her and looked down at where they were joined. “Fuck me, that’s beautiful. Take my cock, Nika, take it all.” Each long thrust plunged him deeper and deeper inside her until his hips were pounding against her and he gritted his teeth and then muttered, “Let go for me, angel.”

The floodgates fell and her orgasm rushed upon her like a massive wave, stealing her breath and her power of speech. Travis closed his eyes and the expression on his handsome face and the sounds he made told her he’d found his release as well.

Deep voices echoed around her for a few seconds, or a few minutes, she wasn’t sure, and she smiled when she heard Hank say, “The way she sounds…it’s enough to make me come just listening to her.”

She nuzzled Travis back as he kissed her throat and rocked his pelvis against hers, his cock still fully embedded inside her. “Doing okay?”

“Mmmm,” was all she could manage as she lifted her hips to his and squeezed him inside of her. Her body tingled and she drew a deep breath as he slowly withdrew from her, sounding reluctant to leave the tight clasp of her body. He gazed at her for a moment and then kissed her, a tender touch between the two of them, and whispered, “That was better than any fantasy I’ve ever had about you, Nika.”

As she smiled, the tears crested and rolled onto her temples and she let her eyelids slide closed as she stole one more kiss from him before he made room for Hank to come close. Her heart ached as all her memories of Travis and her fantasies about him in the ensuing years were all redeemed and made better by reality.

The bed shifted near her head and she looked up into Hank’s gray eyes. He’d braced a hand near her head and he was looking closely at her in the candlelight. “Having a moment?”

She hiccupped and said, “Uh-huh. I’m okay.” A sob slipped from her as the barrage of images flashing through her mind. Travis smiling down at her with those warm brown eyes when she was eighteen. The way she’d soaked up his kindness toward her even when she’d been upset with him about the eagle. She’d developed more than just a crush on him. She’d fallen in love with him that day. And the way her brothers and their friends had cornered her and teased her about Travis—not once but many times—and how they’d succeeded in driving her even further into her shell. Until she’d completely disconnected from them. Until their presence made her feel nothing at all, not even hate. This beautiful closeness seemed to bring all the hurtful images, the things they’d said to her, bubbling to the surface where she couldn’t ignore them or the way they’d made her feel.

Making love with Travis had surpassed her fantasies but it’d also lanced an old wound. Her face grew hot and she tugged at the bindings, wanting to put her hands to her face to hide. Words failed her and all she could do was whimper.

She could hear the worry in his voice when Travis said, “Untie her. She may be having a panic attack.”

Through her tears, she looked up at Hank, helpless, and saw the concern in his eyes as he tugged at the bindings on her wrists, freeing her arms as the cool satin of the ties slid loose. Hank brushed at her tears as Travis swept her hair back from her face.