Maya Banks - Sweet Addiction

Mike’s blows were methodical, well placed and he acted like a man who was well disciplined when it came to punishment. Or pleasure. Because this sure as hell wasn’t punishment. Ren liked to think it was her reward for winning because she couldn’t think of a better one.

Her ass was on fire. There wasn’t an inch of her skin that was untouched. It was so hypersensitive that if he so much as breathed on her burning flesh, she whimpered. And that only caused Cole to fuck her face even harder.

“Fuck her, Mike. Fuck her. She wants it. Look at her. She’s got a mouthful of my cock and she wants more. She’s all but shaking that pretty red ass at you. If you want her, take her, but take her hard.”

Cole thrust into her mouth and ground his pelvis against her chin until his balls were resting just below her lips. And he stayed that way. She sucked desperately for air through her nose and tried to settle so she didn’t fight. If she fought him right now, he’d probably turn her over and face fuck her just like he’d fuck her pussy. It wouldn’t be easy. It wouldn’t be for her pleasure.

Rough hands gripped her ass. Tears burned her eyelids as she fought the urge to push at Cole. Then suddenly he withdrew and as she gasped for air, Mike rammed into her, opening her in one swift thrust.

Cole gripped her head and pushed back inside her mouth and both men began fucking her so ruthlessly that she felt utterly powerless between them. She gloried in that feeling. Embraced it and held tight to it.

She lost all awareness of where she was, only that she was being fucked by two powerful men in an animalistic fashion that should have appalled her. Maybe it did. But it thrilled her in equal parts. She only wished she could see it. But she could damn sure feel it.

After a while her pussy burned, as did her throat from the rough thrusts.

“She’s getting dry,” Mike said as he pulled out.

She winced at the sheer size ravaging its way out of her pussy. Cole abruptly pulled away from her mouth and walked around to the back of her. Mike withdrew completely and suddenly Cole was inside her, thrusting hard.

“Take off your condom and fuck her face for a while,” Cole said. “I’ll come inside her and you’ll have plenty of lubricant to fuck her some more.”

Oh hell, it was all she could take. She was bombarded by the words, the images and the reality of these two men having their way with her on every possible level.

Cole’s possession hurt. He was big, bigger than Mike, and she fought his invasion with every thrust. And he loved it. It made him even more forceful and she moaned just as Mike gripped her hair and forced his way into her mouth.

“Just a moment longer and you can have her back,” Cole panted.

Mike didn’t seem to be worried. He sank into her mouth and moaned softly as she swallowed him deep. Her entire body shook with the force of Cole’s thrusts and then suddenly her pussy was bathed in sticky, liquid warmth.

He coated her passageway with cum and continued thrusting until she felt warmth travel down the inside of her leg.

Then he pulled out and slapped her on the ass. “Oh hell yeah. I’m going to stay back here a moment while I watch Mike fuck a pussy that’s full of my cum. Mine, Ren. That pussy is mine. I’m letting him borrow it, but it’s all mine.”

Mike dutifully pulled out. She heard him tear another condom wrapper and then his big hands were gripping her waist again and he slid in to the hilt.

He pumped rapidly and then to her surprise, he pulled out and positioned himself at her anus. What was Cole telling him to do? Or was he taking the initiative himself?

Oh God.

The moment he breached her ass and pushed the blunt head in past her resisting opening, she started coming. She tried to cry out but Cole was stuffing his semen-covered cock back into her mouth with harsh orders to suck it all.

Mike fucked her ass while cum leaked out of her pussy. It was on his cock and inside her ass as well. Cole’s release.

And Cole was still leaking into her mouth, still spurting light streams against the back of her throat. She could no longer keep herself up and sagged onto the cushion.

Cole slid from her mouth, but Mike followed her down, relentlessly pushing his cock into her ass, even when she was forced by his weight to lie flat on the cushion.

He rode her hard and long until she was delirious. Then and only then did he shudder against her and force himself deep while he came. He rocked over her, pulling at her hair as if tugging on reins.

Then he stopped, still buried deep in her ass, astride her like he owned her.

Cole chuckled above her.

“I wish you could see this, Ren. Your ass all wide open and his cock stuffed inside. If I hadn’t already come, I’d make him pull out and I’d come inside your sweet little hole as it gaped open.”

Then Mike lifted himself off her and pulled his cock out, making her moan as she lay there, belly down, exhausted.

Cole knelt behind her, slid his fingers into her pussy to scoop out some of the semen. Then he slid his fingers into her ass, depositing the cum there.

Slapping her on the ass once more, he got back up and made a sound of satisfaction.

“Now that is a damn gorgeous sight, Ren. My woman, my possession all sprawled on the ground with my cum leaking out of both holes. You look well used. Get up and thank me and Mike for fucking you.”

She pushed herself up and stood on unsteady feet. Mike was still standing there, his cock erect and bare of the condom he’d worn just a moment ago. Cole stood beside him, stroking himself back to erection.

Knowing what was expected, she dropped to her knees in front of them both and circled both their cocks with her fingers.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she closed her mouth around Cole’s erection.

She sucked a moment and then pulled away to slide her lips over Mike’s dick. “Thank you,” she said to him as she sucked greedily at his thickness.

“Oh hell yeah,” Mike muttered. “I love the way you thank a man, sweetheart.”

Cole smiled. “Isn’t she pretty? Now make us come, Ren. I don’t care how long it takes. I want you to have a mouthful of our cum and I want you to swallow every drop.”

It was raining when they landed in Houston. A cold drizzle had set in and showed no signs of letting up any time soon. Cole hurried Ren into a car where the heat was already running and he began the drive back to his house.

She curled up in the front seat and turned to face him, watching him as he drove. It was a bit of a shock to be back in the real world as she called it. The last days had been surreal. Like they’d taken place in an alternate reality. Paradise. Fantasy land.

Her body was deliciously sore from being used so hard and she’d never felt better. She wanted to stretch like a cat and purr.

Cole turned to her as he maneuvered through traffic. “Enjoy yourself?”

She smiled and nodded. Then she cocked her head to the side. “Why did you do it?”

He lifted one eyebrow in question.

“I mean, why did you let Mike do what he did? I would have thought you would never let another man take what you consider yours. You’ve said many times you don’t like to share.”

“I knew it was what you wanted,” he said simply.

Her eyes widened. “You let him fuck me because it was what I wanted?”

“Can you think of a better reason? I knew it turned you on. I can read your body language. As soon as he touched you, your pulse went up, your breathing sped up and you were instantly aroused. You wanted it and so I gave it to you.”

She touched his cheek, stroking the strong line and exploring the light rasp of stubble. “Thank you. For everything. Not just Mike and C.J. and all the pampering. But thank you for those memories. It was a wonderful few days.”

He captured her hand and kissed the inside of her palm before letting it go once more. “You’re quite welcome.”

They arrived home a few minutes later and Cole ordered her to bed. He did it laughingly because he could see she was falling over with fatigue. She gratefully crawled between the covers and melted into the pillows. She didn’t even remember him coming to bed. She slept long and hard but when she awoke the next morning, he was wrapped around her, a reminder that she belonged to him.

She smiled and then kissed his neck. Then she began extricating herself from his hold.

“Where you going?” he mumbled sleepily.

“Work,” she answered softly. “I want to work for a while. I haven’t written in days. I want to finish.”

He kissed her forehead. “Okay. I’ll check on you later.”

And he did. But she was so immersed in her writing and her drawings that she waved him away, her lips pursed in absolute concentration. She was compelled to finish the story and the drawings. They were so clear in her head that she feared if she took even a break that everything would disappear before she could get it down.

She worked through the day and into the night. Cole brought her a tray of food and left it on the desk beside her but crept quietly away, not disturbing her or insisting she stop.

After over twenty-four hours of work, she sat back in her chair and rotated her stiff neck. Her back was killing her. Her muscles were stiff and sore and her eyes felt like sandpaper every time she blinked.

But she was finished.

She closed the journal where she always completed the preliminary draft and caressed the aged, soft leather. Then she secured the ties around the floppy manuscript and held it to her chest.

Already she knew what she would do with it. She had a hard copy on her computer. She’d scanned in her drawings and compiled everything into one file to send to her publisher. But this copy would go to Cole. She could hardly wait to show it to him. Would he recognize the story? Would he see himself and Ren in the pages?

Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she clutched the journal to her chest and hurried off to find Cole. He wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen so the next logical place to find him would be his office.

She stopped outside his door when she heard his voice through the cracked door. He was on the phone.

She pushed open the door to peer inside and her gaze connected with Cole’s. He motioned her inside and held up one finger to signal he’d only be a minute.

She wandered in and took the seat in front of him. She settled back and let her gaze drift over him and his surroundings. She’d seen his office but she’d never really spent any time in it. Certainly not when he was conducting business.

He was even dressed for the office. Sort of. Or at least he had been. At one time he’d been wearing a tie, a long-sleeved white shirt and slacks. At the moment his sleeves were rolled halfway up his arm and his tie was loosened so it hung halfway down his chest.

Or maybe he’d even gone to a meeting while she’d been closeted in her office.

He rang off then put his phone down, turning his gaze on her. “Hey. You okay? You look tired.”

She pulled the journal away from her chest and placed it on the desk. “I finished.”

She pushed it toward him, suddenly nervous. What if he hated it? What if he didn’t see the parallels between the story played out in the pages of a children’s book and their own?

“You want me to read it?” he asked hesitantly.

She nodded. “It’s for you. I mean, this is. I always do my rough draft in a journal such as this and I keep them but I want you to have this one.”

“Is it okay if I read it now? I’ll call down for breakfast. You can go down and eat or I can have it brought up here. Entirely up to you.”

She nodded. “I’ll eat up here with you if that’s okay.”

He smiled. “I’d like that. Make yourself comfortable.”

Taking him at his word, she found the couch, but more than the comfort it offered, she wanted away from him where she couldn’t see his facial expressions as he read her story.

He leaned back in his chair and carefully opened the journal. She watched from the corner of her eye as he turned each page, his forehead creased in concentration.

A moment later, a knock sounded and the woman Cole employed to run his kitchen came in bearing a tray of breakfast for Ren. She set it on the coffee table in front of the couch where Ren sat and then backed away, disappearing as quickly as she’d come.