Sweet Temptation (Sweet #4)(61)

But Cole’s attention was solely focused on her. His teeth grazed her neck, her shoulder and then he turned her face back to him so he could kiss the corner of her mouth.

After the initial thrust in which he asserted his control and his demand for her acquiescence, his thrusts gentled. He stood with her back nestled into his body, his arms wrapped protectively around her. His c**k slid in and out of her body.

Slow. Tender. It was odd to her that they made love this way. Anal was supposed to be kinky, bold, somehow forbidden, and yet Cole made it seem so normal, a demonstration of his caring and regard for her.

She shook her head, confused by the sensations coursing through her body.

With one arm still propping her leg at an angle, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and slid his fingers down to her pu**y.

As soon as he touched her clit, she sucked in her breath and tensed as sharp bursts of pleasure streaked through her belly.

Even then, he didn’t hurry. He stroked in and out of her body with infinite patience, his every movement so gentle that her sromach clenched and her breath caught in her throat.

She quivered against him, her orgasm stoking and building, like breeze to flames.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “I want you to come for me, Angelina.”

His finger rolled around her clit, pressing and rotating in just the right mixture to drive her crazy. She wanted him to come too. It was suddenly important that she please him in the same way he pleased her.

She twisted restlessly, her ni**les beading and puckering. She went up on her toes, her feet flexing as her arms strained and pulled above her.

Then he began thrusting harder. Slow, but firmer, with more force, as if he knew she needed more to put her over.

His fingers slid lower, circling and rimming her entrance. He plunged a finger inside and then withdrew it, spreading her wetness over her folds and back up to her clit.

“Let me hear you,” he whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

She let out a soft cry that elongated and became louder as his finger picked up speed. Pressure. So much tension. Her entire body was bowed, so tight she thought she might break.

He was pounding against her now, harder and faster, his balls slapping against her ass. And then he slid farther inside, deep, so deep. She gasped and fell apart, and he held himself there as he shook against her. He strained forward, pushing himself tight against her willing flesh.

Her sob echoed over the room and she fought for breath as pleasure overtook her, robbing her of sight, of her sense of time and place.

Her back throbbed. Her ass ached. And still he worked in and out, not yet soft after his release.

“You’re beautiful,” Cole said as he kissed her shoulder. “I’ve seen so many beautiful women come into The House. You’re the first I’ve been with.”

With that statement, he withdrew and moved away from her. Her knees buckled, but again Micah was there to catch her. The ropes descended from the ceiling, and the ache in her arms increased as she was able to lower them.

He gathered her in his arms and picked her up. When he walked past the couches, she looked inquisitively up at him.

He smiled and kissed her forehead. “We’re going upstairs. I don’t think anyone has any interest in the game anymore.”

CHAPTER 29

Cole walked ahead of Angelina and Micah into the common room and flipped on the lights. Micah carried her over to one of the couches and set her down. He touched her cheek and said, “Cole and I have some setting up to do. You can entertain Chris and Rick until we’re done.”

Rick stood to the side and stripped out of his clothing as soon as Micah moved away. When he finished, he sat down on the end of the couch and reached for Angelina’s hand. With his other hand, he stroked his c**k to hardness then pulled her toward his lap. When she was close, he reached up and tangled his hand in her hair. He pulled her head down to his lap.

“Get her on her knees,” Chris said. “I want to f**k her again while she gives you a blow job.”

“You heard him,” Rick said roughly. “Up on your knees. Stick that pretty ass in the air.”

She complied with his order and then lowered her head. Rick gripped the base of his c**k low, his fingers wrapped around his balls. He pushed her down with his other hand while he fed his erection into her mouth.

The couch dipped as Chris got on his knees behind her.

“Did Cole stretch your ass out enough for me?” Chris taunted softly.

Despite the crudity of his words, he carefully prepped her, sliding lubricant over her opening. He worked patiently, easing one finger inside and then two. While she sucked Rick’s cock, Chris gently f**ked her ass with his fingers, adding more lubricant as he stretched her opening more.

“I won’t lie to you, sweetheart. This is going to feel like your first time all over again. It’ll hurt like hell when I first get in. I’m going to take it easy, but don’t fight me. It’ll go a lot better for you if you don’t.”

Rick stroked his hand through her hair, holding it back so he could watch his c**k disappear into her mouth.

“Don’t fight him,” Rick advised with a grin. “He’ll just enjoy it more, and he’ll get rougher.”

She nodded her acceptance just as Chris butted his c**k head to her opening. She swallowed nervously, and Rick groaned.

“Ah, shit, that feels good.”