Cured by Pleasure (7 page)

“Deja?” Asher’s fingers stroked over her cheek, pulling her back to him, the bed, and the pleasure she’d found in it.

“I’m wondering how many times I can talk the three of you into a repeat performance,” she purred, choosing to take a lighter approach.

For a moment, she thought she saw disappointment in his eyes, as if her response wasn’t the one he was hoping for. But it was there and gone too quickly for her to be sure it wasn’t just a reflection of her own disappointment in herself. She wanted so much more than another memory.

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” he whispered again, placing another kiss on her head while one hand continued to rub up and down her back. “That and more.”

She caught his gaze again and wondered if he was commenting on her spoken desire for more or if her eyes were spilling the secrets her mouth was smart enough to lock inside. She flattened her palms and let her cheek rest against his chest, taking comfort in the feel of his heartbeat in her ear. His cock was soft inside her, and it wouldn’t take more than a wiggle of her hips or his to dislodge him. She needed to move if for no other reason to make sure the condom didn’t shift and spill or worse come off inside her.

But she didn’t want him to leave her, and she was suddenly sure it had little to do with the great sex.

Chapter Six

Deja felt the caress along her side and slowly blinked her eyes open. She must have fallen asleep on Asher’s chest, but now her cheek was pillowed on the soft sheet. She blinked again, and Beck came into focus. She felt a warm body shift beside her and turned her head to see Spencer sprawled there.

“What time is it?” she softly voiced the question. It still looked dark outside.

“Just after two,” Beck whispered back. “Come with me?” He offered his hand out to her.

She took it and eased gently from Spencer’s warmth. She was almost embarrassed to be naked when Beck was wearing a soft looking pair of lounge pants. But the desire in his eyes wouldn’t allow for it.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“My bed,” Beck offered with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Spencer’s had you to himself long enough.”

She snorted softly and let him tug her across the long expanse of the loft and through a door to what was obviously his bedroom.

“I didn’t realize lofts had doors,” she admitted. “I thought the whole point was just having a big wide open space.”

“We added them when we bought the building,” Beck told her as he pulled her toward the bed. “Hungry?” He pointed to the bowl of popcorn that smelled hot and fresh.

Her tummy growled making her blush and him grin.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, handing her the bowl as she sat on the bed. “Anyway, Asher and I both took the rooms we walled in with open doors. They’re smaller, but sufficient. Spencer keeps the larger bedroom and bed on the other side of the loft behind the screens.”

“How did you guys decide that?” She pulled a few popped kernels to her lips and almost moaned as the flavor of salt and fresh butter exploded across her taste buds.

“I like a lot of salt and butter,” he stated, looking a little embarrassed.

“Me, too,” she confessed with a little giggle.

He joined her on the bed, reaching for the bowl as he did and scooping a handful of popcorn out and popping it in his mouth. “Sex makes me hungry,” he talked around the munch as he ate, making her laugh again.

“Eat with your mouth closed!” she offered with a snicker.

He let his eyes drop to her lap under the bowl. “Sometimes it’s more fun with my mouth open, my tongue flicking around everywhere for a taste.”

She could feel her nipples tightening, her pussy growing wet with the memory of just how well he’d pleasured her with his mouth.

“How hungry are you?” she whispered the question as he gently moved the bowl from her suddenly limp hands.

“Starving,” he assured her, as he leaned in until his breath fanned her cheek. “Famished even.” His lips pressed just under her ear as they slowly reclined until her back hit the mattress. “I want to taste every inch of you, Deja,” he swore. “I want to make love to you with my mouth, then do the same with my cock.” He pressed against her, letting her feel just how hard he was. “My cock aches to feel the clasp of your pussy.”

“Yes,” she nodded her agreement. She’d tasted him on her tongue, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to know what it was like to have him thrust deep and hard, filling her again and again as they both came.

His lips rubbed softly over hers, his teeth gently nipping her bottom lip until she parted them and his tongue could slip between. He tapped it against her teeth before sliding deeper still and twining it with hers. It was a soft caress that had her aching for him, as if they hadn’t just shared the best night of sex in her life a few hours before.

He eased back, running his lips and tongue over her jaw and down the column of her neck. She leaned her head back, giving him better access as he touched, tasted, and taunted her with the desire for more. She felt the slide of his hand down over her stomach, his fingers slipping over the damp curls to find the swollen bud of her clit.

His head slid lower, until she felt the heated expulsion of his breath against her needy nipple. She wanted his touch, his mouth suckling her as his finger tapped and rubbed. She wanted the thrust of him inside her. She just wanted.

“Please, Beck,” she moaned, undulating with the force of her desire.

He groaned as he leaned just a tiny bit closer and closed her nipple in the heated suction of his lips. She felt the scrape of his teeth on the underside before he sucked harder, pulling her deeper and tonguing the nipple trapped inside his mouth.

Her hands reached up to wrap around his head as her legs spread wider, offering him everything. He didn’t disappoint. His fingers slid over her clit, through the dewed lips of her cunt to the opening of her pussy. His thumb tapped her clit as he thrust two fingers shallowly inside her. Just enough to tease, to incite, to fan the flames.

His mouth popped off her breast, only to move over to the other and treat that nipple to the same torturous pleasure. She was lifting her hips, trying to fuck herself on his fingers.

“Beck,” she moaned his name again. “Fuck me,” she begged.

“Soon,” he crooned against her wet flesh as he released her swollen nipple. “I just want a taste first, Deja. Just another taste of that sweet pussy.” His lips trailed down her stomach, leaving a path of feather soft kisses that shouldn’t cause her to burn with need, but did.

“I was dreaming about your pussy.” He purred the words against her skin as he moved closer and closer to her sex. “It’s what woke me up.” He licked along the crease of her hip and teased along the side of her cunt. “I swore I could still taste you on my tongue. I was so hungry. I wanted something salty and buttery, something hot and filling. But only you can satisfy my hunger.” He glanced up her body and met her gaze, as his tongue flicked out and over where his thumb rubbed over her clit. “Only this,” he vowed, as he turned his full attention to her pussy.

She swore he might make her come with just the look on his face. No man had ever looked at her that way. Most men in her experience saw performing oral sex as a means to get what he wanted. Just do it long enough to ensure she’s ready and then get to the good stuff. But Beck… God, he made her feel like a seven course meal. Like eating her pussy brought him more pleasure than her.

She reached down to clutch his thick brown hair, while she played with her nipple with her other hand. His tongue should be registered as a sex toy. Whoever invented it would make a fortune when women discovered the pleasure it could give. Two fingers speared inside her as his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked gently on it.

There was no way this was better for him than it was for her. Not even possible. He licked and sucked, nipped softly with his teeth, while fucking her soft and slow on his fingers. He used his other hand to press against her lower stomach, his thumb and forefinger keeping her sex spread wide for his viewing.

Every time he glanced up at her, she could see the hooded lust, the flush of pleasure on his face, and knew he was loving every lick, every taste. She felt like his favorite treat, his favorite late night snack, or make it early morning, instead.

“Beck.” She tugged at his hair until he lifted his head to glance up at her. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock.”

“Soon,” he promised as his eyes fell back to her pussy. He licked over her again as if he just couldn’t rein the desire in. “I want to taste your orgasm on my tongue first.” His glance locked with hers once more, and his fingers quickened, fucking her a little harder and faster. “Will you come for me, Deja? Let me taste your release?”

She could do nothing but nod as she moaned. She was close, so close, and he knew it. He moved his mouth on her clit and sucked hungrily at it, as he fucked her even harder. His fingers speared, swirled, and pulled almost free before thrusting deep again.

“Beck,” she moaned his name as she rode his face and fingers. She tried to keep the fingers of the hand she had clenched in his hair from tugging and pulling, but knew she was failing miserably. She slid her other hand down to wrap in his tresses as well, and she pulled her knees back, spreading herself wider as she rode him.

“Oh, God!” she groaned. “Oh, Beck. Oh, God. Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Beck, yesss!” An orgasm ripped through her, and she prayed she hadn’t scalped him as he jerked his head from her grasp to bury his tongue in her clenching channel. She could feel him licking and sucking as he worked his tongue in and out, somehow widening his tongue while it was inside her and rubbing along her trembling walls.

“Beck,” she panted her plea out again. “Fuck me, Beck. Please. I need your cock.”

He moved up and over her so quickly it surprised her. She felt his cock head lodge against her opening before he stilled. She glanced up and swore she saw him fighting for control to stop when all she wanted was for him to thrust inside. “Beck?” she questioned.

“Condom,” he grunted his reply. “Don’t move,” he ordered when her body twitched beneath his and his cock wedged just a little firmer against her opening.

“I’m on the pill.” The words tumbled from her lips. “I’m clean.”

He met her gaze and held it. “I’ve never taken a woman without a condom in my life.”

“At this point, does it even matter?” she asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“Your tongue was just buried inside me while I came,” she reminded him softly. “And I’ve already swallowed everything you had to give. How will this change anything?”

She saw the moment he agreed with her, but she wasn’t prepared for the hard thrust of his hips into hers. Her breath caught as he moved over her, in her, taking her like a man possessed, one hand braced beside her shoulder, holding his weight slightly up and off her while the other buried in her hair and held her in a tight grip.

His lips took hers, and she tasted her own essence on his tongue. She sucked at it and swore it made him wilder. She nipped his lip with her teeth as he pulled back and his fingers tightened in her hair, triggering a slight painful pleasure. She liked it, making her just as wild. Her legs jerked up, gripping the outside of his hips and giving her the momentum to slam up into every thrust.

“That’s it,” she crooned to him. “Fuck me so good. Fuck me hard.”

He jerked out of her and had her halfway flipped to her stomach before she realized his intention and helped him by coming up on her knees and arching her back to expose the wet folds of her cunt fully to him.

His palm slapped against the lower curve of her ass before he moved in behind her, and she felt the slow glide of his cock between her lips.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Deja,” he promised.

“Then do it.” She barely got the challenge out when she felt his hand leave a fiery spank along the top edge of her other ass cheek. Her cry was absorbed by the pillow she buried her head in, as he continued to rain short, firm spanks on her ass, always in what felt like a new spot. Nerves awakened and heat soaked into her skin and sunk lower to her cunt and womb. She was pressing back into the blows, anticipating and craving them, and she wondered if he was as surprised by her acceptance of this bit of love play as she was. Who knew how sexy a spanking could be? She hadn’t, but felt she’d crave it from now on.

“Beck.” Her voice was no more than a broken whisper, a plea for him to take her, to fuck her as they both wanted.

With another groan, he positioned his cock and buried himself with one hard thrust. Her cries were swallowed once more by the pillow as he rode her hard and fast. The erotic slap of skin on skin took things to a different level, probably for both of them. It’d been too long since she’d trusted a man to have sex without a condom. And taking Beck this way made her want to do the same with Asher, with Spencer. Right now.

Beck’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady for the rapid thrusting of his hips. She swore his embrace was all that kept her from surging forward into the headboard.

“I’m going to come.” He panted the words out. “Come with me, Deja. Come with me.”

She released her death grip on the pillow and slid one hand down under her belly to where they were joined. She let her fingers brush over where he was surging inside her before pulling back to the spot she needed attention most to follow his bidding.

Her fingers rubbed over her clit, and she knew it wouldn’t take much longer before she was flying.

“Deja,” Beck moaned her name. “I’m going to come, honey,” he crooned. “Tell me now if you want me to pull out.”

He’d asked her the same thing when he was fucking her mouth. She’d give him the same answer she had then. She buried her scream of pleasure in the pillow as she came, her sex rippling and clamping down on his cock, letting him know without words where she wanted him to come.

He slammed deep, and she felt the first heated splash inside her. He pulled back and slammed in again, giving her another splash. He pressed even deeper as she felt another heated jet of semen leave him to fill her.