Abduction (55 page)

Conrad stepped to the foot of the bed and, with a look, prompted Vaughn, who obediently tightened the circle of his arms, belting Devan's arms underneath. What a pretty pair those two made. Vaughn leveling that futile look of warning as he waited to see just what Conrad would do; Devan already pale with fear, her eyes already promising tears, no doubt wondering over a hundred possible reasons why Vaughn wasn't tied, was holding her that way.

All that, and Conrad hadn't even begun to undress. Now, as he grinned down at Devan and began to slip out of his clothes his pulse sped and his cock twitched as she went a paler shade of terrified. What must it be like, Conrad wondered, really trying to put himself in Devan's place, to be held down by one hard, naked man, waiting for the second? Not knowing what they'd do? He could see she was scared, and knew he'd find her wet. Her arousal fed so sweetly on her fear. Always.

Naked, Conrad crawled up from the foot of the bed. Felt his way along the possibilities. Ran the pad of his index finger up the pretty curves of Devan's heel, ankle, and calf, along the crease behind her knee, then lifted and draped her legs over Vaughn's, spreading her nicely. Forcing her to feel more of Vaughn's body.

Devan was almost hyperventilating now as Conrad slid his knees under Vaughn's legs and let his erection press against her naked sex as he bent over her, looking coolly into her frightened eyes. When he kissed her, quite tenderly at first, just feeling the 500

sweet softness of her lips with his, she shuddered under his body and her panting breaths turned to gasps, and when he opened her mouth with his and brushed his tongue over hers there was a little, muffled whimper that made his cock lurch between them. Sweet girl. The fuck in the forest had been easy for her, yesterday, but now, with Vaughn cradling her, his face and hers pressed cheek to cheek, even this kiss was almost too much for her. He went deeper.

When he broke the kiss and lifted himself from her, she looked more lost and sad than scared. It was just temporary, Conrad assured himself. Just a little longer. Certain reassurances would have to wait until the fear had served its purpose. And in just a few seconds, other feelings would overwhelm that lost uncertainty drowning her now.

She waited. Thinking, no doubt, he was about to fuck her. Probably that both of them were about to fuck her. Maybe at the same time. The thought drove a hot little tremor through Conrad's body, into his hard prick, rising and swaying between them.

With a little grin, though, he slipped down and settled himself between her legs.

Fuck, he loved Devan's cunt. The look, the smell, the feel of it. The sight of it, just inches from his face, filled him with sudden, hot want. He wanted to taste what he smelled. Feel the smooth and soft and wet of her with his mouth. Feel her flesh parting and swelling under his tongue.

He pressed his mouth to the pale, tender flesh of her inner thigh, nipped, then sucked hard enough to leave a mark, feeling her flex against the shock and pain.

Conrad lifted his head and gave Vaughn a look, and he obediently cinched his arms tighter about her waist. Conrad descended on Devan's other thigh, raking his teeth over the smooth skin, then biting, listening to the change in her breathing, feeling her strain 501

to be still. When he ran the tip of his tongue along the crease between thigh and pelvis she sucked in her breath, and the pale little hillock of her belly quivered between her hip bones.

Before opening her with his tongue he let her feel his hot breath on her moist pink flesh where it peeked out between her pale, smooth lips, and touched the very tip of his tongue just lightly to her clit, let her feel the hint of his wet warmth meeting hers.

Her breath was already shallow, erratic as he drew away and came back to her, lower down, and ran his tongue over the length of her moist folds, her piquant taste driving a vicious thrill through him.

He took his time, licking her subtly, slowly, with shallow little caresses of his tongue for long minutes, listening happily to the sucked-in gasps of restrained pleasure, feeling how she trembled to stay still, her thighs quivering. Looking up, Conrad saw they were both watching him, and the way Devan's torso was faintly rising and falling, knew Vaughn was breathing hard. When he went deeper, she whimpered out loud and Conrad's cock, trapped between his body and the mattress, futilely tried to jump.

Each time her quivering and flexing and especially her breathing told him she was about to come, he altered his caress, keeping her waiting and wanting. Now, when he looked up, Vaughn was nuzzling into her hair. Conrad even thought he heard him sigh faintly by her ear. All the fear, and even that lost look were gone from Devan's features. Now she was all bewildered need.

Then, looking up at her, watching her face closely for every little change of expression, Conrad brought his hand up, between her legs, and ran a single fingertip along the crease between her cheeks, gradually pressing, sinking between, into the 502

cleavage, wet and slick because all his licking had her so, so wet her moisture had gradually slinked down, down. Still watching her he brought his finger against that tiny opening, just kept a little pressure there, reading her realization, her submission, her fear, her want. He rubbed that little star shimmering with a million nerves, just gently, watching her blush and pant. He went on, subtly massaging that tender little pucker, and brought his mouth back to her, running the breadth of his tongue over her wet folds, open to him now like a flower after sunrise, seeking his light. When he brought his lips and tongue to her clit, gently nursing, still rubbing her with his finger, her hips convulsed and he heard a sweet, unrestrained whine descend from above, and he pushed the tip of his finger against the center of that tender pucker, coaxing it to open, to accept him, and sunk a little in, that whine rose and wavered and went on until it faded away with her exhausted breath and she had to gasp in a fresh lungful of air.

At just a shallow depth he moved inside her, wiggling, making her wiggle and quiver deliciously around his finger, under his mouth, and when he looked up her mouth was open to pant and sigh and Vaughn had brought one hand up, had his palm pressed to her damp forehead, was pressing his lips to her temple, was holding her arms and her body down with his other arm. When he noticed Conrad looking up at him, a tremor of fear rippled over his face, but Conrad didn't reprimand or punish. Everything pleased him.

He licked her again, circling and gently manipulating her swollen clit, protruding provocatively now from between her flushed lips, and drove his finger deeper, feeling how her body gripped and clung, as if it would keep him out, but then, when he drew 503

back, as if it would keep him in. She groaned and tried to buck, but Vaughn had her pinned, and Conrad began to fuck her as he licked and sucked.

On and on, for ten minutes, for half an hour, Conrad kept her at the brink, kissing her sex and fingering her ass, giving her the hint of an idea of what it would feel like when he finally did that thing she'd feared. He'd take his finger from her, then open her anew, go into her again, pump and wiggle his finger inside of her until her thighs quivered and her ass flexed and her hips lurched against Vaughn's restraining hold.

Then he took his finger from her, took his mouth from her. Left her empty and open and wet and swollen.

He looked up, waited for her. She lifted her heavy lids, gazed at him through a fog of pleasure and want.

"Well, my darling. Do you want to finish?"

"Yes," she sighed.

"Do you want my mouth?"

"Yes."

"And my finger?"

"Yes."

Yes. Yes. Yes. First he went into her, watched her eyes close and her mouth open. Then, as he slowly fucked her, he gave her his mouth again, lapping among her juicy creases, gently sucking at her swollen pink bud, tasting and feeling her, breathing in the scent of her pleasure and want, letting her rise to him, pressing herself to his mouth as she quietly moaned her need until she finally shuddered and let out an almost 504

surprised-sounding groan, and all the muscles under his mouth and gripping his fingers spasmed and throbbed, and she collapsed, soft and quivery.

And when Conrad looked up, there was Vaughn, still cradling, nuzzling, kissing, and she was all bliss, melted by his own kisses and touches, but wrapped now in Vaughn's tenderness and warmth. Like twins in the womb, their bodies curved together.

Conrad was pleased to see them so soft and sweet, now. It would just be that much more fun, later, splitting them apart, making them hard, making them really fight each other. He knew now that he could do it. Without realizing it, the little darlings had dropped the means right in his lap.

Five or six hours later hot soft flesh mooshed flat against the smooth hard cold of vanished wood as Conrad gripped Devan's neck, pressing her cheek down on Vaughn's dining table. She gripped the edges of the tabletop tight in fear, trying hard to be still and quiet, to make it easier on Vaughn. Conrad had lulled her, earlier, with all that tenderness, all that pleasure, just so she'd be terrified now, the horror of what was happening amplified by its contrast to his gentleness before. The thing that almost had her crying, even more than her fear, was the thought, as Conrad forced her feet apart with his, as he tugged her panties down with one hand, as she heard him dragging his zipper open, as he prodded, then entered her, suddenly, brutally, was the conscious thought that just a few hours earlier he'd touched her so carefully, kissed her so sweetly, and smiled up with what had seemed to her then to be tender feeling as she'd trembled while Vaughn cradled her in his warmth, stroking and kissing and sighing along with her.

That she'd felt safe with them. Cared for.

Now Conrad had her bent over and pinned down, and his cock was pumping in and out with revolting indifference. No words. No touch but the pinning hand at the back of her neck and the stabbing of his dick into her body, hard, deep, over and over. When he grasped one ass cheek and she felt as if he was spreading her, and he hammered into her harder, almost violently, a little whimper rattled out of her.

"Sshhh, Devan. I'll be done with you in just a minute. I promise."

The way they made her feel like a thing being used, his words were almost as bad as how he was fucking her. Her stomach turned. But even so, she was comforted.

He was fucking to come. It wouldn't take long.

"And then," he added, pausing for a grunt and a breath, "I'll let Vaughn have a turn."

There was no thought. She broke apart, somehow keeping her sobs silent, before she knew why. Everything had changed. She was alone.

Conrad pumped into her, frenzied, grunting, for a few more seconds, then groaned and mashed his hips against her ass and inside her she felt the pulsing spasms of his climax. With a mixture of nausea and relief she felt his cock slip out of her, and then his hand was off her neck and she pushed herself up to standing, lamely trying to furtively wipe the tears from her face before she'd have to turn and let Vaughn see her. She'd been embarrassed before, but now she felt humiliated. Dirty. But she didn't have to let him see her hurt.

It took all the self-control she had not to start crying again as Conrad said flatly,

"Now, darling, get Vaughn's cock out, and get on it."

Her body seemed to be sagging. Collapsing. Like her skeleton was gone. She felt so weak. So soft.

"Why aren't you doing as I've asked, Devan? Do you suppose I can't think of something nastier?" He came close, then, and ignoring how she flinched to feel his body brush against hers, he put his lips to her ear and asked, "Know what a cream pie is, Devan?"

Sticky wetness was sliding down her thighs. Her gut heaved.

Fight. Flight. All body. No thought. Gone. Into the cold and wet, running.

As her bare feet splashed through puddles and squelched into the mud beneath, as the falling rain plastered the silk to her skin, she knew it wouldn't matter. Conrad would catch her. They always caught her, sooner or later.

But she tried. She ran. Propelling her body toward the woods.

She heard him behind her. Panting breath. Splatting, slogging footfalls. Closer.

Closer. Two strong hands circling desperately around her arms, sliding down her rain-slicked skin. Tightening. Halting. Turning her.

Vaughn.

They stood, staring at one another, pale and surreal as ghosts in the moon's light.

He let go. She stayed. He touched her jaw. She let him. He curved his hands gently at the back of her neck. She waited. He came close. Bent down. Brought his lips to hers.

She couldn't. Not now. Not like this.

She pushed him away. Stepped back. Back.

He didn't look sad or scared, or mean, or angry. He just looked sure. He stepped toward her. She stepped back. He stepped toward her. She shook her head. No.

Conrad would have grinned, to taunt her. To provoke her fear. But Vaughn just came on, steady and determined.

"Vaughn," she warned, she pleaded with no word but his name.

He caught her arms. She could feel his hands slipping on her wet skin, but his grip held, and he pushed back, and she stepped back, but her leg caught—he'd stepped his foot behind hers—and now she was sinking, down, down, her feet plowing slippery through the mud, skidding out from under her, only his firm grip keeping her from slamming to the wet ground. He set her down gently, then pinned her as she writhed, trying to sit, to get her legs under her, to turn over, to get away. She fought harder as he let go with one hand to undo his fly, but still his legs and feet and one huge arm worked against her, kept her down. It was happening. She couldn't stop it.

He kept going. Worked his jeans down, off his hips and with both hands and both knees, pried her legs open and forced his hips between her thighs and drove his cock into her.

She kept struggling, trying to scootch back, out from under him, trying to push him off. He caught her wrists and forced them down, pinning her arms back by her head.