Warrior's Wife (9 page)

He groaned at the satin smoothness under his rough pads.

“You make the sexiest sounds,” she murmured.

“I have dreamed of loving you for months.”

Her lips curved. “You didn’t even know me.”

He swallowed an involved explanation. “I still dreamed.”

Her head angled to meet his gaze. Beautiful hazel eyes looked at him with soft desire and he was lost. His lips fused with hers and he still was not close enough. She parted for him and his tongue danced with hers.

The kiss incinerated his restraint and fanned his burning hunger. He palmed a lush breast and teased the tightened nipple. When the kiss ended, he captured the other pouting tip between his teeth, tenderly nibbling the peak.

With no memory of lifting her, he knelt in front of his wife—his Tori. She sat on the wide lip of the tub. He curled an arm protectively around her exquisitely flared hips. “I am starving for your taste.”

Her heart raced and her thighs quivered as she eased them apart.

“There?” Her voice dropped to a breathy whisper.

“Oh God, yes.” At last, he parted her plump outer lips, exposing her inner beauty and buried his face between her plush thighs, inhaling the sweet perfume of her passion and tasting heaven. He let his tongue rasp over the wet perfection, lapping each furl and fold—worshipping her perfection. Warm cream flowed from her entrance and he lapped up the treasure of her sweet nectar. High from her flavor, his pulse sped as he trolled up her channel to circle the extended pearl of her clit.

She whimpered with want and her hips rolled, bringing her even closer.

His cock leaked pre-cum and he groaned with hunger for her release. He flicked across the top of the tiny hood, lashing the sensitive nub.

Her hips bucked against his mouth. She moaned, “Right there.”

He inserted a thick finger into her tight sheath. Her inner walls shivered, causing him to groan with need. He slowly pumped in and out—finger-fucking her. Gradually he increased the tempo until matching the rhythm of his mouth, working his lips and teeth on her stiffened bud.

He nibbled her pulsing clit.

Tori’s satin sheath clamped around his digit, then spasmed wildly as she whimpered. “Yes, please, Horace.”

His cock strained inside his uniform and his balls grew heavy with the rush of bringing her satisfaction. He ignored his erection, lapping up a final taste of honey. Then he cuddled her close while their pulses slowed to normal.

“Will you do something more for me?” Her words were an erotic purr that swelled his ego and his cock.

“Of course,” he rasped, letting his hand span the tender skin between her hipbones.

She caught his wayward fingers and tugged him away when he was millimeters from heaven. “I want to taste you.”

His mouth dropped open, but nothing came out. Quite possibly he misunderstood her meaning. As if she sensed his uncertainty and wanted to make herself clearer, she wrapped soft fingers around his erection.

“Where do you want me?” He instantly regretted the too-eager, too-rough response. He’d practiced, damn it, he needed to be smoother.

Tori’s beautiful mouth arced into a dazzling smile and she patted the wide edge of the sunken tub.

He heaved his bulk onto the ledge and prayed it would take his weight.

She regarded him with ego-puffing wonder. “You’re so big I don’t know if I can take all of you in my mouth, but I want to try.”

“Please, baby.”

Her silken lips closed over his cock head and accomplished a miracle. She blanked his well-ordered mind. Seduction plans and rational thought vanished under her clever tongue and talented throat. Small hums of pleasure vibrated around his shaft while she teased the sensitive vein on the underside of his erection. Then she swallowed almost his entire length. Only the root remained wrapped in her soft hand.

She used her free hand to lightly score his balls and tease his anus, driving him closer to implosion.

Instinctively he pushed against the soft digit probing his portal. Tori’s finger dipped inside, lighting up a new erogenous zone.

“Baby, argh.” He tried to warn her he was going to spurt. Erotic compulsion seized his control and hot cum pumped against the back of her throat. She swallowed everything he gave her then licked him clean.

He groaned with satisfaction. “Ah, fuck me.”

Still hard, he was determined to repay her in equal pleasure. He sank back into the bath and pulled her close.

A small needy sound left her lips and her lower belly bumped his, pressing closer. She leaned against his shoulder. He teased the seam of her outer labia with his little finger, finding her pubic hair neatly groomed. The bots must have been busy. He slid one broad finger into a hot, wet, velvet glove.

Tori shuddered and made more of those small sexy noises that tightened his balls. He longed to see what he was touching, to smell her excitement and to taste her cream. All of that would happen, but not until he’d brought her to climax. He placed his mouth next to her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

Her inner walls clasped at the fingertip circling her entrance. “More.”

“More what, baby?” He tried to keep his tone teasing, but raw need defeated him and the words poured out in a guttural demand. He shoved deeper inside her tight sheath, letting her heat squeeze his thick digit and flicking her distended clit with his thumb. He wanted, no needed, her as crazy and desperate as he was.

Before she’d answered, he rasped, “Do you want me pinching your swollen clit? Do you want more of my fingers stretching your soaked pussy? Do you want my mouth working your slit? Or do you want my cock slamming into your hot, wet cunt?”

She ground her silky sex against him. “Make me come, please.”

Satisfied by her raspy plea, he removed his hand and guided her forward until her ass tilted at the right angle. He checked that she was braced by the bathtub’s rim before he notched into her sex and grasped her hips. Slowly he sank into her molten heat.

Water sloshed as he pulled out then thrust back in until his balls bounced again her ass and his cock head bumped her cervix. “Touch your clit for me, baby.”

Another needy mewl must’ve been agreement because her small hand disappeared between them. Instead of obeying his order, she traced where they joined. “Fuck me.”

Her words unraveled the last of his control. The release he’d been fighting since he first saw her rolled up his erection—ready to blast. He held off his climax, fucking harder into her silky cunt and working her clit with light then firm circles. His hips bucked and semen erupted, bathing her walls in cum.

He groaned and lightly pinched the rigid bundle of nerves.

She screamed while her pussy creamed and rippled, milking another release from his cock.

Chapter Five

The world snapped back into focus when Gideon crashed through the bathroom door, cradling Rufus and yelling. It took a few seconds for Tori to realize he was chewing out Horace. By then Gideon had already snatched her out of the bath and swaddled her in a huge towel. She held his outraged face with both hands and tugged him toward her. The noise level dropped to a peaceful gurgle from the draining tub. “Horace did not hurt me.”

“You screamed, cupcake.” Gideon’s hoarse tone straddled the line between accusation and reasonable concern.

Amazing how a woman with two lovers, wanting a third, could still blush, but the heat racing up her neck to burn her cheeks was unmistakable. “Uh, yeah, but it was a good kind of scream. May I hold Rufus?”

“Later, you’re shaking.” He angled his stone face to speak to Horace. “Put Rufus in the bedroom then get a mineral water from the kitchen. In fact, make a tray with some of the crisps in the canister, a wedge of brie, a pear and a few chocolate truffles.”

Horace frowned. “Soft cheese is quite perishable. Are you sure the food will be safe for Tori to eat?”

“Perfectly, the perishables were safely refrigerated until an hour ago. I checked the quality carefully.”

“Okay then.” Horace backed out the room.

All right, Gideon seemed a bit highhanded, but she was thirsty, hungry and had never refused chocolate in her life. She called after Horace’s impressive backside, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank him. He should’ve been taking care of you. Did he even remember the salve Marcus told him to apply?” Gideon’s manner was all flattering, growly concern.

She shook her head and bit the inside of her cheek to keep a straight face while the enormous sensual potential of balm application flitted through her mind’s eye. Her cheeks grew warmer. She’d never been the hot chick. Now, with these guys, she was insatiable and every situation held erotic opportunities.

Gideon patted her bottom dry and sat her on the vanity. “Spread your legs.”

She obeyed, excitement, boldness and the vulnerability of being so intimately exposed darkened her cheeks and puckered her nipples even tighter.

His eyelids grew heavier and his mouth softened as he dabbed the ointment on her sex. “Maybe I was too hard on Horace.”

“Just a bit,” she agreed, still aware of her exposure but loving the sexy growl in his voice. She lightly traced the outer shell of his ear.

“No touching without permission.”

She snatched her wandering hand back and tucked it under her thigh.

He cared for her overstimulated pussy with such amazing tenderness her breasts grew riper, heavier, her nipples ached for attention and her channel dampened with fresh honey.

She tried to close her legs. Since he stood between them all she accomplished was to squeeze his hard hips. She should be spent. But she hungered for more drugging kisses, more erotic caresses and more of exquisite releases. These men held the key to her sensuality. Possessed by a craving she didn’t understand, she pulled up his t-shirt, exposing his rippled midsection. Frustrated with her own wanton behavior, she bit her lip to keep from begging him to fuck her.

He continued to stroke on the balm, coating every furl and fold, working the salve over her engorged clit and around and around the entrance to her cunt. Soon he had two blunt digits deep inside her channel, teasing her sweet spot.

The towel covering her slipped. She made no effort to keep it in place. Instead she clutched his thick biceps and begged, “Please make me come.”

“Hold your breasts for me.”

She obeyed eagerly.

“Pinch the tips.”

She dropped the heavy mounds to squeeze her sensitized nipples.

“Nice bounce, cupcake. Let me see that again.”

Panting for air, she cupped her breasts then let go to pinch the tight tips.

“Very sexy.” His free hand tweaked one tortured nipple while he pumped in and out of her slit, rubbing her sweet spot with every pass. She tried to ride his rough fingers, but he forced her thighs wider, keeping her immobile. Removing his hand from her pussy, he clamped a deliciously meaty palm around her hip. “You belong to me for the next hour, including your cunt. You come when I say and not before, understand?”

Wow. I’m in so much trouble. I damn near came just from your speech.
“Yes sir.”

He crossed his arms and lowered his brows. “You should’ve made Horace stop.”

Tori swallowed her urge to argue extenuating circumstances. She’d spent enough time in the army to recognize a command when she heard one. Another time she would love to find out what kind of punishment Gideon delivered, but she instinctively knew it wouldn’t involve coming. She shivered at the pleasurable possibilities.

What was it about these guys? Each of them turned the key to a different sexual fantasy that made her wild and desperate for release. Marcus made her sex-with-a-stranger dream come true. Horace drove her to abandon with dirty talk. Now Gideon zeroed in on her yearning for a dominant lover.

“Yes sir.” She lowered her gaze, coveting the massive bulge stretching the front of his pants. At least he wanted her too.

A rap on the door startled her.

“Don’t move or there will be consequences,” Gideon ordered her sternly before he turned away. “Come in.”

An instant flush raced from her bare breasts, heating her neck and burning her cheeks. She darted a glance through her lashes, relieved to see Horace. She chided herself for being so jumpy.

He handed Gideon the tray and gave her a wide grin. “You got nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.”

“You do,” Gideon said coldly.

Horace ducked his head. “You’re right. I should’ve stopped sooner.”

“Next time, watch your time more carefully. Tori is ours to protect and serve first and always.”

“You’re right. It won’t happen again.”

“It better not. Your turns are suspended for twenty-four hours. Use your time to develop a comm chip to replace the mind link. That’s all.”

Horace’s head jerked back as if he’d been slapped hard. He spun on his heel and left. Gideon waited until the bedroom door snicked shut then turned to her. “Follow.”

Tori couldn’t have resisted obeying him if she’d tried. Her nipples hardened into points of need and hot cream moistened her inner thighs as she trailed after him. She was still tender and swollen from sex with two other men. She should be too ashamed of herself to be aroused, yet she burned for Gideon’s possession.

He gestured for her to sit on the high bed. He reached for a chilled bottle of water, twisted off the cap and handed it to her. “Small sips.”

Soothed by her compliance, his mood lightened. He prepared a crisp with a piece of brie, carved a slice of pear and added the fruit to the small plate. She gazed longingly at the chocolate, but continued to take modest drinks as instructed. The next time she lowered the bottle, he exchanged the snack for her mineral water.

She took a bite, chewed and swallowed. “I’m eating, you don’t have to watch.”

“Don’t stop. You need the calories and I like the view.” A small understatement, her dusky-pink pussy and gorgeous breasts made fucking fantastic scenery. They almost distracted him from her too-bright eyes, bruised-looking shadows and the fine lines bracketing her mouth.

Her chin rose a notch. “Suit yourself.”

He handed her a refill on the cheese and fruit when she finished the first plate.

“I plan to.” His words came out harsher than intended.

He would’ve sworn her eyes widened for a second. She lowered her lashes so fast he might’ve imagined the flash of fear. Before he had a chance to kick his own ass for scaring her, the same hazel eyes opened again, shooting him with a clear and steady glare. “Thanks anyway, I’ve had enough fun to last me a while.”

Her peaked nipples and soaked slit made her a liar, but he didn’t call her on it. He shrugged. “I didn’t mention doing anything except looking, cupcake.”

Temper streaked up from her perfect breasts deepening the rose in her cheeks. Making her mad was more fun than he’d imagined. He didn’t need a mind link to enjoy her growing excitement every time he baited her.

“What happened to your promise that the three of you were all about my happiness? I remember you saying something about however you want us, whenever you want us.”

He flicked a thumb over a taut nipple begging for a good sucking and arched a brow at her. “This is how you want me. You love being bossed around and you love being punished when you’re out of line, cupcake.”

She opened her mouth, probably to argue. He ended any chance for her to protest with a kiss claiming her sweetness. “Pout if you want to, but don’t even think about lying to me.” He gave her back the water. “Small sips.”

The instruction earned him another glower, but she obeyed.

If he pushed her into blatant rudeness or actual disobedience he’d have the pleasure of administering some discipline. Another treat he planned to thoroughly enjoy. If she behaved, he’d reward her by letting her bring him to climax. Given her response to his orders, Tori would cream herself long before he released. He might forbid her orgasm, allowing her another way to please him.

Gideon took back the bottled water and picked up a handmade truffle. A nibble assured him the quality hadn’t been diminished by the week-long wait in the refrigeration unit. He held the treat close enough for her to catch a whiff of the rum, espresso and gingersnap crumbs he’d combined with the bittersweet chocolate. “Take one small bite. Let it melt on your tongue.”

She obeyed, closing her eyes as the piece of truffle hit her taste buds. Her expression made every hazard involved in arranging the confection worthwhile.

“Oh my God, that’s amazing. May I have more, sir?”

“One more bite,” he gruffly allowed. His ego swelled and his voice lowered, growing thicker and darker than the chocolate candy.

Tori nipped off a dainty bite and he popped the rest of the treat into his mouth.

Only a few minutes alone with her and his hard cock had developed its own heartbeat. He had genuine empathy for Marcus and Horace. The woman was incredibly responsive and she didn’t say no. He needed to control himself to avoid abusing her.

The seduction technique he’d practiced worked too well. Mechs didn’t quit and they sure as hell didn’t fail. But he’d never faced this kind of test.

Her sweet mouth parted, waiting for more bits of chocolate from his hand. His gaze lowered to her full breasts with their dark-coral tips. Then he dipped lower to stare at the gateway to paradise. His discipline was already smoldering around the edges. The woman spread in front of him was liquid fire, his balls felt like explosive charges waiting to blow and his cock a sizzling fuse.

A few steps back, to Alaska or better Siberia, would be the smart move. He ignored his own advice and leaned in to lick a fleck of cocoa powder from the corner of her distracting lips. Vague plans to keep his perspective vanished in the heat arcing between them. He licked into her mouth, savoring what belonged to him. She tasted like dark chocolate, hot woman and her own special sweetness.

Soft hands slid inside his one piece, gentle tugs followed then the faint
scritch
as the uniform opened, making more room for his hard-on.

Thoughts of stopping her drifted through his consciousness, but he needed to subdue her provocative tongue first. He deepened the kiss.

Tori’s hands stilled and she pressed closer, molding her curves to shelter his hardness. The musky notes of arousal, his and hers, thickened the air. Her rigid nipples scraped against his, sending an electric thrill straight to his cock. Then her busy fingers brushed the sensitive slit of his cock head, spreading the pre-cum over his crown and down his shaft.

Only the tenderness of her pussy kept him from tipping her back on the bed and plunging into the silken clasp of her cunt. Even knowing she needed more time to heal, it took everything he had to break the kiss. He sucked in a deep breath and stilled her clever fingers by capturing both her wrists and holding them over her head with one hand. “You don’t touch without permission.”

“May I touch you, sir?” She gave him a sultry glance.

He took a much-needed step back. “On your knees in front of me, hands locked behind your head.”

Tori scrambled off the mattress, folded her legs and wove her fingers together.

“Legs spread.”

She complied.

He inspected her position and grunted approval. He idly picked up a second truffle, bit off half and rolled the rich chocolate around his mouth. A few seconds later, the confection was a memory, he held out his hand. “Use your tongue to clean my fingers.”

She licked, nibbled and sucked until his fingers tingled, his heart raced and his heavy balls tightened.

His fingers were very clean. His imagination had her lush mouth around his erection, swallowing as he blasted a mighty release deep in her throat. By will alone he repositioned his cock inside the uniform and refastened the one piece. Before he weakened further and changed his mind, he gave her new instructions. “Put the tray on the dresser and wait for me.”