CarnalTakeover (7 page)

She groaned brazenly around his tongue. He deepened the kiss
and stroked her nub slowly and delicately, then fast, rough, catching Alexandra
off guard. The mother of all climaxes crashed through her, an eruption of heat,
tingling and something indescribable, an itch she was unable to scratch. She
tried to breathe. Couldn’t.

Daniel didn’t stop. With his free hand on the back of her
head, he kept her mouth to his, denying separation, his tongue tunneling even
deeper. He drove two fingers into her cunt and rubbed the pad of his thumb over
her clit.

She stiffened, then wiggled, her clit too sensitive to
withstand his intimate touch. The plate fell from her lap, clattering on the
floor. Alexandra hadn’t a clue where the pizza had gone. She kicked her leg and
hit something.

Junior yelped.

Daniel stroked and rubbed until she couldn’t fight him any
longer. Sweaty and shuddering, she sagged against him, accepting whatever he
willed.

He toyed with her for minutes, deliberately delaying the
newest pleasure, stoking her arousal, driving away everything else. His touch
became her world. Alexandra didn’t want to recall how empty her life had been
before she’d known the thrill of his solid body and exquisite heat. For the
rest of her life, she’d remember these moments in his arms.

He’d asked if she felt safe.

Unbelievably so. And so fucking turned-on, she came again,
harder than before, soaring, tumbling, then floating on a haze of delight she
didn’t want to end.

It lasted mere seconds. Moments later, Daniel finished their
kiss.

Dismayed and bereft, Alexandra snuggled against him, too
tired to move, not caring how exposed she was to the other guys.

Junior rubbed his shin where she’d kicked him. Red and Nat
sipped their Coors.

Daniel peeled the forgotten pizza from her belly. She
whispered, “You want more?”

He shook his head and regarded her for a long moment,
clearly turning something over in his mind.

Alexandra’s fatigue and satisfaction fell away, replaced by
anticipation, renewed anxiety. “What?”

His face changed, denying her a window into what he wanted
or felt. “Time for you to eat.”

She wasn’t hungry. Food didn’t hold the same attraction for
her that every part of him did.

He shifted his weight. “Get up.”

“Why?” She looked at the pizza he held. “I can eat here just
as well.”

“No you can’t.” He tossed the slice on the plate she’d
knocked to the floor, guided Alexandra to her feet, then exchanged a look with
the guys. A moment later, Daniel nodded.

To what, Alexandra didn’t know.

Nat and Red finished their beers quickly. With their empty
cans on the cocktail table, they unbuttoned their jeans. Junior was already
ahead of them, unzipping his fly.

Daniel figured he didn’t have to explain what he’d meant by
her eating.

Alexandra’s arched eyebrows said she’d already guessed. She
turned to him and appeared even more surprised that he wasn’t taking off his
clothes.

Junior’s jeans fell to his ankles with a brief whack. Nat’s
followed.

Ignoring the noise, she frowned at Daniel. “Why aren’t you
getting undressed?”

He pushed out of the chair. “You’re going to do that for
me.”

Red’s jeans hit the floor.

If Alexandra was curious about his or the others’ state of
undress, she didn’t bother to check it out. Her attention remained on Daniel.
Just as he craved.

She released the top button on his shirt.

“My jeans first,” he ordered.

Her hands wavered in the air for a moment, then dropped to
his belt. He was the only one who’d worn one tonight. Given how she stroked the
leather and her deep blush, Daniel could guess what she was thinking. Her ass
exposed to him, lifted in supplication, ready for punishment.

Not now. Later.

He cupped her breast and drew his thumb over her nipple. Her
skin was so fucking soft, he had to lock his knees to keep his balance. Didn’t
do shit for his dizziness. Touching her was pure euphoria, the same as feeling
the weight of her on his lap, and seeing her as she was now. Nude, her hair
hanging free, a rosy tint heightening the beauty of her creamy skin. Damn.
Daniel hadn’t experienced delight like this since he was a kid when he’d
discovered something new and wonderful.

Somehow, Alexandra kept doing that to him. Her tats and
smooth cunt continued to stun. He couldn’t get enough of them.

On a breathy sigh, she tilted her face to his. Plainly
expecting a kiss. He didn’t grant it, opting for restraint. What had never
failed him in the past. “On your knees.”

Surprise, then a hint of rebellion chased away her previous
yearning.

He touched the tip of his nose to hers. “Now. Don’t make me
tell you again.”

Her jaw tightened, as though she was finally ready to fight.
What he’d hoped for earlier before he got too involved in the wonder of this.
Now he wanted her compliance. Hell, he demanded it.

To that end, he didn’t budge. Drawing this out. Seeing how
it would end.

Alexandra breathed hard for a moment, then sank to the
floor, holding onto him as she did so, her hands sliding from his torso to his
waist to his ass. Leaving a path of heat that burned through him. With her face
on a level with his cock, she couldn’t help but notice how hard he was. A
matter Daniel couldn’t control. Hell, he didn’t want to.

She cupped his ass. It flexed beneath her fingers.

Alexandra squeezed his right cheek once more, then looked
over at Nat pulling her hair off her shoulders, again exposing her breasts. Her
attention zipped up and down Nat’s big, black body and equally dark shaft. Only
the plump head was a slightly lighter shade than the rest of him.

Red joined them, the hair on his groin more brick-colored
than ginger, his rod almost as long as Nat’s, though a shade wider.

Junior padded closer, his erect dong not nearly as big as
what he’d bragged about, but definitely on a par with the other two. Of them,
only he had chest hair. He puffed up like a damn cock of the roost, as though
his furred pecs and shaved head made him more macho. Superior.

Daniel frowned.

Like a good boy, Junior deflated immediately and went to one
knee on Alexandra’s left. Red remained on her right. Nat settled in back,
between her legs, brushing her hair aside, kissing her spine.

Her lids fluttered.

After a hesitant pause, Junior suckled her shoulder. Red
fondled her ass. A soft, feminine sound rushed past Alexandra’s lips. She
rested her forehead against Daniel’s belly, her quick breaths glancing over his
shirt, warming him even more. He didn’t move, waiting to see what she’d do.
Give into pleasure the other guys would gladly deliver, or tend to him.

A test he needed her to pass without knowing why.

She rolled her forehead over his stomach, clearly distracted
but also determined. On the second try, she undid his belt and released his
jeans’ button, then eased down his fly.

The rasp of his zipper sounded louder than it should have
and held more promise than Daniel had anticipated. He wanted her mouth on him,
her tongue worshipping his cock and nuts.

Junior nuzzled her neck. Red the side of her breast. Nat had
moved on to her ass. From Daniel’s vantage point, he saw his friend separating
Alexandra’s cheeks, exploring her furrow with his forefinger. Touching a
particularly intimate part of her.

She whimpered. Nat smiled.

Daniel frowned, quick irritation flaring within him. He
tamped it down and leaned toward her.

Blinking wildly, she struggled to focus but finally managed
to do so. On an impatient grunt, she pulled Daniel’s jeans and thermal
underwear to his knees. His cock sprang out, hard as stone, needy as hell.
Alexandra made another sound, more feline than human, and buried her face in
him, her nose to his thick pubic hair, one hand on his rod, the other cupping
his balls.

A growl tore from the base of his throat. He cupped
Alexandra’s head to keep her near, serving him. Only him.

She no longer seemed to notice Nat’s exploration of her
body, Red licking the swell of her breast, Junior tonguing her ear. She gave
her full consideration to her Master’s cock.

Just as it should be and what Daniel wanted.

Lightly, Alexandra swept her tongue around his crown, the
licks wonderfully wet and hot, making his scalp tingle. She ran her nails over
his sac.

Holy motherfuck.
Daniel pushed to his toes in
surprise and shuddered in pleasure on his way back down. How could he have ever
considered she might be untried at this? Alexandra was…

Daniel couldn’t find the correct word. Hell, he couldn’t
think at all.

She’d taken his shaft all the way into her mouth, her nose
touching his tangle of curls. Letting go of her head, he tugged his hair, not
caring if he pulled it out. Her mouth’s incredible heat, the way she swirled
her tongue over his length was more than any sane man could bear.

He wanted more and again pushed his body closer.

Winding her arm around him, she caressed his ass. Her
fingers explored his anus.

Aw god.
Every fucking part of him registered her
gentle probing and the way she fondled his balls while she also worked his cock
in and out of her mouth. The same as he would when he’d buried it in her pussy.

It couldn’t be soon enough for Daniel even though he didn’t
want this to end.

He clenched his fists, determined to fight climax.

Alexandra seemed just as resolved to bring him to his knees,
figuratively and literally, licking the uneven skin on the back of his crown.
Those nerve endings fired wildly. A cascade of ecstasy followed, battling
Daniel’s best intentions to hold off.

Shit.

He did mathematical equations in his head. He focused on a
particularly thorny engineering problem that had bugged him for days.

His thoughts continued to waver with each new burst of
pleasure. Every lick of Alexandra’s precious tongue. Her damn insistence in
conquering him.

Somehow, he managed to last for several minutes, though no
more than that. With his teeth clenched and his shoulders bunched, Daniel
groaned loudly and surrendered. His cum spurted into Alexandra’s mouth.

She drank it more greedily than he would have guessed,
licking him clean, then eased his left ball onto her tongue.

He gasped and tried to back away. His clothes and her hands
stopped him. She gripped his ass and ran her finger around his anus, trapping
him now as he’d done with her earlier.

His strength meant nothing when matched against the damp
heat of her mouth. She suckled his left ball until Daniel thought he’d die of
pleasure. Before he could, she worked on the right one, weakening him further.
His head hung between his shoulders, hair falling into his eyes, his body
sluggish and weightless at the same time.

At last, Alexandra finished with him. She inched up his
shirt and thermal tee, then kissed his belly.

The endearment caught Daniel unaware, touching something
soul-deep, chasing away his comforting fatigue. Suddenly, he felt agitated,
closed in, wanting to escape. Damn, it was hot in here. Why had she turned the
heat up so high when she had a fucking fire blazing? Sweat trickled down his
chest and the back of his neck. He tried to quiet his breathing, but couldn’t.

Nat, Red and Junior continued to stroke and kiss her back,
neck, shoulders. Despite that, Alexandra waited for Daniel’s acknowledgment.

For some reason, he was afraid to look at her. He tore off
his shirt and tee, using it to mop up the perspiration on his chest, cursing
himself for wearing so many clothes. He threw them aside and pushed his jeans
and underwear to his feet.

Alexandra scooted out of his way. So did the guys.

Daniel pulled everything off, including his socks, and
dropped them where he stood, even as a part of him said he should get dressed
and leave. He’d done enough already. Too much. All of them had.

“Our turn,” Junior said, clearly not agreeing.

Daniel’s patience took another nosedive, racing precariously
close to anger.

Something passed over Alexandra’s features. Desire?
Ambivalence? Fuck, Daniel couldn’t read her. She kept looking to him for
direction, because he was the man. He’d told her that. This was his show.
Problem was, Daniel didn’t know what to tell her…what he wanted. Too many
conflicting emotions snarled his thoughts.

“I’ll go first,” Junior pressed.

Daniel curled his fingers into fists, then loosened them as
quickly, committed to maintaining control. Alexandra had gotten under his skin
far too easily, more than any woman he’d known. Nat kept noticing, mistaking
Daniel’s feelings for jealousy rather than him wanting to save her from
herself.

She didn’t seem to want that. She’d proven it tonight. In
fucking spades. Might as well have the same fun she would.

He padded to her underwear, taking the bra, then he grabbed
one of the cloth napkins she’d put out.

“Turn around,” he ordered. “Hands behind your back, stay on
your knees.”

Her bra and the napkin swung provocatively, somewhat
menacingly from Daniel’s hand.

Alexandra regarded both items as though they had nothing to
do with her, then drank in his beautiful form once more.

Slabs of hard muscle defined his smooth pecs and abs, flat
belly and sinewy thighs. Dark hair dusted his legs, with it thickening on his
groin. His cock hung pendulously from a nest of curls, the shaft long with ropy
veins winding up it.

Awed, Alexandra leaned closer, hungering to see more.

His crown was almost as plump as before his orgasm. Then it
had been a fleshy mouthful, satiny and warm. Now it called to her again. So did
his balls. They dangled free, damp from her mouth.

The same as the other guys’ would soon be.

Nat, Red and Junior faced her, all of them erect, each
magnificent in his own way. Nat’s complexion was deliciously dusky, his cock
the only uncircumcised one in the bunch, the lighter head ringed by his
foreskin. A sprinkling of freckles decorated Red’s chest and belly. His balls
and shaft were much darker than Alexandra would’ve expected given his fair
skin. Junior’s body hair made him seem older than he was, potently male.

Daniel stepped closer, prepared to make use of the bra and
napkin. One to bind her hands, keeping her from movement. The other to cover
her eyes, make certain she couldn’t know what happened next.

Alexandra wondered why Daniel didn’t want her to see or
touch the other guys, as she’d done with him. Unless he thought restraining and
blindfolding her would heighten the pleasure. Eager to find out, she turned on
her knees and put her hands behind her back, one wrist over the other.

He secured them with her bra, tying the ends tightly to keep
her from pulling free, though not enough to hurt her skin. On one knee, he
gathered her hair, twisting it into a loose ponytail.

She looked over.

Daniel ignored her quiet scrutiny, busying himself with the
napkin. Once he’d folded it into an acceptable shape, he slipped it around her
head and covered her eyes.

The effect startled her. Darkness and her bound wrists
enhanced how powerless she was, how naked and available for use.

Leaning into her, their cheeks touching, Daniel whispered,
“Can you see anything?”

She pressed against him and inhaled deeply. God, he smelled
fantastic, his natural musk enhanced by his orgasm. Sex and power radiated from
him. “No.”

“Don’t lie. I’ll know it.”

Then he’d punish her. Surely, that was coming. Her belly
fluttered. “I can’t see at all.”

“Good.” He kissed her neck.

Her lips parted at his bristly cheeks scouring her skin, his
tongue sweeping, mouth suckling. Too many sensations, all of them astonishing.
Weakened, she swayed slightly.

Daniel went behind her, straddling her legs.

“You first,” he said to one of the guys.

Immediately, feet slapped closer.

Lifting her chin, Alexandra tried to see beneath the napkin.

“Stop that.” Daniel wound his arm around her waist and pulled
her into him, his strength curbed but unyielding. The same as his stiffening
cock, her bound hands resting on it.

She softened in his embrace, submitting completely.

“Lick him,” Daniel murmured. “Take him in your mouth.”

At his coarse suggestion, a pulse beat deep within her
pussy.

Someone’s hand caressed the side of her face, delivering a
clean fragrance with a hint of lime. Alexandra tried to recall which one of
them had that particular scent but couldn’t.

Whoever it was brought his cock closer to her face. She
smelled his musk, earthy and sensual, which sharpened her senses even more.
Though only for the coming sex. All other distractions melted away.

Gently, he brushed the tip of his crown against her lips. A
bead of pre-cum dampened them.

Alexandra trembled and made a whorish noise that betrayed
her excitement.

Daniel gripped her more tightly. With his chin on her
shoulder, he slid one hand over her boobs, the other to her cunt, cupping her
mound, his fingers brushing her clit.

Her mouth sagged open.

A cock slipped inside. Rigid. Demanding.

Nat’s. Her tongue traced the contours of his foreskin. She
opened her throat as she’d done with Daniel and coaxed Nat’s length deeper
inside. Inch by inch he slid within, his shaft penetrating her, reinforcing the
utter enslavement of Alexandra’s position. She was his to do with as he willed.

The thought enthralled her even more.

His scent grew stronger. The tip of her nose touched his
woolly pubic hair. Air hissed through his teeth.

Daniel fondled her breasts rougher than he had earlier.
Again, he drove two fingers into her sheath and thumbed her nub, demanding her
attention.

Powerless to resist, Alexandra neglected Nat, focused on her
own release.

Nat wasn’t having it. Cupping her head, he worked his rod in
and out of her mouth, while Daniel used her body. Both of them insistent.
Relentless. Taking what they wanted.

Alexandra’s thoughts seesawed between them. She twisted in
Daniel’s arms, wanting relief. However, she also needed to bring Nat pleasure.
He was a good guy. Honest. Hard-working. Sharp. Alexandra had liked him before
tonight.

She pursed her lips around his cock, increasing the
friction, tonguing him.

Daniel suckled her throat.

Alexandra gasped at the billowing pleasure that filled her.
Intoxicating and new. She sagged against him. Nat followed and again fought for
his due, to have his cock fully in her mouth.

Somehow, she gave them what they both desired, bringing Nat
to climax even as Daniel teased her clit and pushed her past the point of
resistance. Nat bellowed. She swallowed his cum and gasped her release. They
gulped air in concert, the plunge from their respective peaks punctuated with
coughs, swallows, a few words. Mumbled. Incoherent.

Within moments, they fell silent except for their faint
panting. Nat patted her cheek sluggishly. Alexandra sensed it was his way of
thanking her.

She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm.

Daniel eased her away from Nat and into himself, then spoke
over her shoulder. “You’re next.”

No one had to tell Alexandra he’d said that to Red. Daniel
was taking them in order of their positions on the project. Junior would be
last. He muttered something.

Daniel wiggled his tongue in her ear, another attempt to
pull her attention back to him.

Red sought the same. He smelled of pine with a trace of
musk. Outdoorsy and appealing. With more care than Alexandra had expected, he
slipped his cock into her mouth and sought full penetration exactly as Daniel
and Nat had, not stopping until he’d achieved it. His hairy groin tickled her
nose, his weighty balls pressed into her chin.

He rasped, “Okay?”

She suckled him in answer, the only response allowed a
slave. Blindfolded. Bound. Filled. Again used by two men.

Daniel explored the seam between her buttocks, further
invading her. He stroked her anus, then worked the tip of his finger into it.

Alexandra tensed at his wicked probing but didn’t deny him.
She couldn’t. With no other release for her churning emotions, she sucked Red
vigorously.

He made a strangled sound, then pleaded, “Not so fast.
I’m—shit.”

A slew of curses followed. He cupped her face and went stone
still. “Don’t move,” he whispered. “Please.”

Daniel rubbed her clit.

Alexandra nearly jumped out of her skin at her nub’s
sensitivity and sucked Red again.

“Slower,” he pleaded.

She forced herself to stop and take a deep breath. Daniel
played with her clit and anus.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.
With her shoulders to her ears,
Alexandra fought her depraved desires and concentrated on Red. Wasn’t easy. Her
efforts were sloppy and uneven. That seemed to work for him. While she battled
yet another orgasm, he lasted nearly as long as Nat had and yelled heartily as
he came. Seconds after her.

His semen poured into her mouth. It tasted similar to Nat
and Daniel’s though still unique to Red.

He pulled out of her and backed away, his feet slapping the
wood. Two sharp cracks and a moan followed. Alexandra could only guess he’d
dropped down too fast and smacked his knees into the floor.

“You now,” Daniel said.

Junior was in front of Alexandra in a moment, his skin
bearing a spicy, masculine fragrance. He ran the tip of his crown over her lips
as Nat had.

She filled her lungs, fighting fatigue.

“Okay?” he asked.

Alexandra was about to say she was fine but didn’t.

The tenor of his question told her he wasn’t inquiring into
her well-being. He’d merely repeated the same thing Red had. Seconds before
that, he’d mimicked Nat’s movements. Suddenly, Alexandra realized Junior didn’t
know how to behave unless he aped the others. She’d mistaken his previous bravado
for confidence.

A wave of sympathy and tenderness filled her.

“Yeah,” she assured him, then paused to haul in more air.
“It’s okay.”

He sighed in what sounded like relief, then mirrored Nat and
Red’s movements when they’d been with her.

Daniel fondled her nipples gently this time, no longer
trying to distract, as though he finally understood how insecure Junior was.
Alexandra thanked Daniel in the only way she could, running her fingers down
his rigid cock. He kissed the back of her neck.

She swirled her tongue over Junior’s length and gradually
took him in her mouth, then eased him out until only his beefy crown remained
inside. Three times, she repeated the action. On the fourth, he stiffened. Not
understanding, Alexandra stopped.

He groaned and swore. His cum shot into her mouth.

Someone snickered. Had to be Red. Nat wouldn’t be that
thoughtless. The chuckles died immediately. Alexandra figured Daniel or Nat had
thrown Red a warning look.

Junior remained in her long after he should have, covering for
his lightning fast response. He pumped his hips several times, then finally
faked a groan of intense delight and staggered back.

His shaft slipped from her mouth.

Alexandra played along with his performance, figuring
nothing she said would be right. It’d be like one of them wanting to discuss
her too big ass or thighs.

“Hey, that was great,” Junior panted, upbeat as hell. “Best
ever. For you too, I bet.”

Her heart hurt for him. She nodded.

He yawned louder than he had to and dropped to the floor,
his knees cracking against it as Red’s had. Junior’s muttered oath and heavy
breathing followed, along with the noise of snapping flames and the
ever-present wind tearing past the cabin.

Daniel stroked her hair. The napkin shifted, allowing
Alexandra a sliver of sight in her right eye. She pulled her chin up and saw
the soles of Nat’s feet, then Red’s, and Junior’s.

“Didn’t I tell you not to do that,” Daniel said.

She turned her face to him, seeing only his hairy thigh. “I
thought you were going to take off the blindfold.”

He untied her wrists, then adjusted the napkin, casting her
back into darkness. The unknown.

Of the three, only Nat had recovered fully from Alexandra’s
bewitching mouth and tongue, her servile attention to their needs. He regarded
her with male approval but not possession.

Good move. No way would Daniel have tolerated Nat coveting
her for himself. This was only a carnal game. For all of them. No complications
or strings, just as she’d said.

Nat seemed to understand and accept the conditions. He took
in her long throat, fully exposed as Alexandra kept trying to see past the
bottom of her blindfold.

“Stop that,” Daniel warned and swatted her ass.

She lowered her head immediately, her quickened breaths
jiggling her breasts. Her nipples seemed darker to Daniel, no doubt due to his
rough treatment that she seemed to like. Moisture shone on her slit from the
numerous orgasms he’d delivered. And, he sensed, from her building excitement
as to what would happen next.

He pushed to his feet. “On your hands and knees.”

Alexandra turned, again trying to see beneath the blindfold.
Unable to, she pressed her lips together. A clear act of defiance.

“Now,” he ordered.

Patches of color stained her cheeks and forehead. He
suspected she was picturing him punishing her, then mounting her from behind.

Those thoughts had never left Daniel’s thoughts.

She assumed the position. He rested his hand on the back of
her head. “Follow me. In a straight line.”

Alexandra blurted, “You expect me to crawl?”

“Follow me,” he repeated, firmer than before.

She hesitated then did. He directed her toward Nat,
gesturing his friend to the wall. Nat sat against it for support and parted his
legs. Daniel led Alexandra to him. Her hand bumped Nat’s thigh. She stopped.

“Turn around and lean into him,” Daniel ordered. To Nat, he
said, “Hold her…spread her.”

Alexandra’s chest pumped harder with her attempt to pull in
enough air. Nat had already captured her wrists and lifted her arms, holding
them behind his head. Her soft globes and tight nipples were displayed for
anyone’s use.

Daniel longed to taste them again. His cock thickened.

Red rolled to his knees. Junior was about to do so when
Daniel pushed out his hand, demanding they stay to the side. For this, they’d
watch. No more than that.

Neither of them argued with him.

Nat folded his legs over Alexandra’s, hooked his feet
beneath her calves, and opened her, just as Daniel had commanded. Given the
slant of Nat’s torso, how he’d positioned her, there wasn’t a part of
Alexandra’s body hidden from Daniel now. Not even her anus.

Her tight ring glistened with the moisture that had trickled
from her cunt, her body’s response to and preparation for a man.