The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 3: Her Double Delite Warriors (12 page)

He increased his speed and lifted up, pulling her thighs higher against his waist. He was rocking into her, and her breasts bounced with every stroke.

“Alexa. Damn, Alexa, you feel so good.” He touched her everywhere. His hands ran over her thighs, up her belly to her breasts. He squeezed and pulled then ran his large hand over her throat. She jerked from his hold, and he immediately moved his hand over her shoulder then pressed into her faster and harder. She was totally aroused and ready to combust when he used his other hand to pinch her nipple and pull it hard.

“Michael!” she shouted then exploded while trying to catch her breath. Michael said her name then followed as he exploded inside of her. He thrust his hips two more times then leaned down and kissed her shoulder then her cheeks and across her lips.

“You okay, baby? I didn’t hurt you?” he asked and she could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“It was incredible, Michael. I’m so glad I waited.”

He kissed her again then placed his forehead against hers and they both smiled.

* * * *

Michael leaned on his side next to Alexa as he pulled from her body.

She turned toward Chad, and he smiled as he reached for her to caress her breast.

“My turn, baby,” he whispered, and she seemed a little concerned.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. I was just wondering if you’re okay?” she asked him.

“Of course I am. You’re here with Michael and I. It’s what we’ve been waiting for.”

She turned toward him, and he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body against his as he shifted to his side, too.

“I mean that Michael took my virginity.” She seemed concerned that he may feel left out.

He cupped her chin and stared down into her eyes.

“Baby, we’re in this together. There’s no jealousy. We both want you and we’ll both have you.”

Michael leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “It will take time, but you’ll get used to it. We’ll take care of you.”

“And one more thing, baby,” Chad stated as he thrust his cock against her belly while he used the palm of his hand to squeeze her ass.

“Michael got your virgin pussy, but I get your virgin ass.” He pressed his finger to her puckered hole, and she turned a bright shade of red as she pressed her face to his chest. Both Michael and Chad chuckled.

“Lift up, baby, and come kiss me. I want to make love to my woman.”

She lifted up and slowly moved to kiss his lips when he lifted her up so that she straddled his waist.

“I get your first time on top. Then there will be the first time with you bent over the table,” Chad stated.

“The first time in the shower,” Michael chimed in.

“The first time against the wall in the bedroom,” Chad added, and she covered his mouth and kissed him. He used his hands to lift her hips, and she got the hint as she lowered her pussy over his cock and eased her pussy down until he was fully inside of her. He thought he would die from the amazing sensation and tightness of her pussy. His emotions were so strong at this very moment. He felt possessive, hungry, and relieved. Her vaginal muscles clung tightly to his cock. She released his lips and panted.

“You feel so big. I can’t move.”

He reached up and placed his hand on her shoulder and under her hair.

“Yes you can, baby. Find your rhythm. Make love to me, Alexa. I need you.” Her eyes shined, and a look of determination and lust covered her face. She slowly lifted up then lowered down. Before long she was thrusting on top of him, arousing his senses as he held on to the sensations and tried to not come so quickly. He stared at her taut belly muscles as she thrust up and down harder, faster as she tried to satisfy her own desires. He watched her nipples harden and her breasts move up and down, and he licked his lips in anticipation of tasting them.

The battle was lost when she threw her hair back from her shoulder and face. Her breasts were pointed forward, and her pussy devoured his cock with a hard thrust.

He gripped her hips and thrust fast upward, unable to hold off. She screamed his name and he screamed hers as they both came together as one.

Santa Catalina, Columbia

Solandro Cruz stood near the window overlooking the beach. Francisco Santos was coughing behind him as he continued to smoke his cigar in between choppy breaths. The man would die soon, and Solandro would be taking over. He wanted his new start to begin with perfection.

“So things seem to be right on schedule. Are you adjusting to your new estate on the island?” Francisco asked.

He turned toward the older man. He didn’t look well at all.

“It is secluded the way I like it. It is beautiful with great views surrounding it.”

“Plus the private yacht that is always at your call. The soldiers I have assigned to provide protection are my favorites.”

“I understand, Francisco. Truly, I appreciate all you have done to make me feel comfortable and protected. I, however, have my own group of soldiers, and the faster it is understood that they are in charge, the smoother the transition will continue.”

Francisco looked a bit taken aback, but then he waved his hand and coughed again. It appeared to Solandro that Francisco was choosing his battles wisely these days. He was sick, dying of lung cancer that spread throughout his body. He wanted to spend the months or weeks he had left enjoying the benefits of his hard work with the drug cartel.

“I will leave it up to you then. It will all be yours. Well, it is all yours now. I am certain you will take good care of me as I await death.”

Solandro slowly walked toward Francisco. He had been like a father to him. Solandro had grown up with nothing, and Francisco had taken him under his wing and taught him the trade as if he were his son. Now, at age twenty-nine, Solandro was the king of the Columbian drug cartel that Francisco had created over thirty years ago.

“I heard from my friend Juan Scollo, in the States. He said that the CIA received the package you sent them yesterday. I still do not know why you did this. It seems like you’re antagonizing them and lately our connections have been diminishing. There soon will be no one to pay off to help us out.”

“I am not worried. I have my people now as well. My number-one concern is that group of secret agents that infiltrated your home and have been watching your business transactions for months. They were waiting to strike. Luckily, my men that I brought with me discovered them.”

“But you only got one, and from my understanding, he gave up no information.” Francisco began another coughing spurt and Solandro waited.

“He sent something out to Texas before he was captured. Your men were unable to locate and stop the delivery. I fear that pictures and recordings of our conversations about our business were compromised.”

“What?” Francisco asked.

“I am taking care of it now. The first part being delivering that piece of shit soldier back to his friends and family in the States. That will send a message. I am also building up security around my estate, around here, and across our distribution centers.”

“How are you going to get to the other soldiers that were involved with the agent you killed?”

“Not a problem. I have men on their way there now. I will know the names of all involved shortly.”

“Is it worth it? Are you risking too much?” Francisco began to cough again. This time, surprisingly, it sounded even worse.

“I will do what is needed to maintain all you have worked for and that is mine now. These men will die.”

* * * *

Alexa relaxed between Michael and Chad. They lay together naked, both men facing her as they caressed her skin and ran their fingertips along her body. They would alternate fingers then lips.

“Keep your hands above your head,” Michael told her as he placed one arm up and Chad placed her other arm up. The move sent her breasts upward and out. Their mouths lingered near the flesh.

She felt their warm breath against her skin and her pussy felt swollen and needy in this position. She was learning very quickly that Chad was calmer and a little less demanding than Michael. Michael appeared like the boss, the one who had the final say. He had made love to her the second time with such intensity it made her breathless. He was possessive and expected her to submit to his demands, and damn it she loved that about him. She understood the difference between being bossy and abusive as opposed to being sexually aggressive and erotic in his techniques while making love to her. Chad was patient and took his time making love to her. The second time he made love to her, he held her gaze with every thrust, their fingers entwined and their chests locked together. It was filled with emotion, and she knew that this thing between the three of them was special.

She closed her eyes and couldn’t stifle the yawn that overtook her. Both men took that moment to lick across her nipples then suck on her breasts.

She jerked as she moaned and moved her hands.

Michael pulled his mouth from her breast. “Leave them up there. We’re not finished yet.”

She was tired. It had to be at least three or four o’clock in the morning.

She felt their hands glide down between her thighs, and she stirred with anticipation. They parted her thighs and she shook, feeling instantly aroused. Their fingers brushed along her pussy and she sighed.

“You like that, Alexa?”

“Mmmm.”

“This pretty little pussy is all ours, right, Alexa?” Chad whispered then gave a little nip to her breast.

“Oh. Yes.”

“Good girl, Alexa.” Michael pressed a digit inside of her pussy. She tilted her hips upward, and he continued to stroke her. It was outrageous how aroused and needy they made her. Before long he added a second digit and pressed deeper. Michael’s mouth was against her chin as he whispered and pumped his fingers inside of her.

“I love hearing you moan from our touch. It turns me on, baby.”

“I want to touch you.” She panted as she tried her hardest not to move her hands down from above her head. She gripped the pillows tight.

“Not yet, baby doll. We like you spread out like this for us. These beautiful, silky thighs.” Chad caressed her inner thigh.

“These large, needy breasts,” he continued as he cupped one and Michael licked across the other.

“Don’t forget this wet, delicious pussy.” Michael pulled his fingers from her pussy.

“I want to see more of this delectable body,” Chad stated, and a moment later they turned her onto her belly. She felt their big, rough hands move up and down her ass cheeks then over her back and to her shoulders. “This is a great ass you have, Alexa. This is ours, too,” Michael whispered then caressed each globe. He pulled her hips up as she panted for air. Their words, their touch were making her wild with need, but she panicked and worried that they planned on trying anal sex right now. She was frightened of this position. As she closed her eyes, fear gripped her insides. She remembered the night her uncles’ men came after her and Sally outside of the house. They had been drinking and one of the men, Alex, pinned her against the wall and tried to touch her. Susanna had saved them both.

Michael’s hands continued to roam over her body. She tried to focus on the fact that it was him touching her, but for some crazy reason she couldn’t block the memories from her head. She felt the anxiety hit her. Her mind was overtaking her ability to focus on the reality that it was Michael behind her. She felt his body push against her and she freaked. In a flash she rolled away from both of them and nearly tumbled to the rug.

“I’m sorry. I need a minute.” She practically ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

* * * *

“What the hell was that all about?” Michael asked as he quickly got off the bed.

“I don’t know. I felt her tense up and then she bolted.”

Both of them headed toward the bathroom door.

Michael knocked first.

“Alexa, are you okay?”

There was no response.

Chad placed his ear next to the door.

“Baby doll, answer us. We’re worried.”

Michael looked at Chad.

“If she’s scared or if we did something wrong, then she needs to talk with us.”

Michael opened the door, and when they saw Alexa, she had a towel around her and she was leaning against the bathroom counter. She quickly wiped her eyes and turned away, trying to hide the fact that she had been crying.

“Baby, why are you crying?” Chad asked as he walked over to her and pulled her into his arms.

“I’m sorry that I’m ruining this. I just panicked. That’s all.”

“Panicked over what?” Michael asked.

She was silent a moment until Chad pulled back, placed his fingers under her chin, and stared down at her. “Tell us now.”

She swallowed hard and shook her head.

“Why not?” Michael asked.

“I don’t want to. It’s in the past. It doesn’t have anything to do with either of you.”