Once Is Never Enough: Delta Heat, Book 5 (6 page)

“Relax. I’ll put it inside and then I’ll see to your next orgasm.”

“You haven’t had your first,” she said in a rush as the slender plug was pushed deeper.

“Not your worry. This is pleasurable for me.”

“How?” Irritation mixed with anxiety freed her tongue. “It’s not like it’s your…dick…inside me.”

“I enjoy your gasps. Your quivers. They excite me because I know you’re growing excited by this.”

“Probably not the same kind of excitement,” she said, hissing the last word as the plug widened, stretching her past comfort.

At last, the plug narrowed and she breathed a sigh of relief. But it was snugly lodged where things weren’t supposed to be lodged. And he was no doubt looking right at it.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Sunny groaned and dropped her head to the bedding.

Chuckles sounded, but her embarrassment was forgotten when he slid his cock into her pussy again. Now stretched in two places, there was a definite burning sensation there between her legs. Not completely unpleasant, but she knew she’d be sore the next day.

Slow, deep glides followed. He squeezed her hips, guiding her forward and back. The motions not the least like a boat on a placid lake, because now she knew a storm was approaching.

On his next inward plunge, her pussy constricted around him. Inside her, rippling convulsions began, tightening her engorged walls around him and making her excruciatingly aware of the thickness lodged in her rear hole.

Her ass burned. Her inner channel was hot with friction despite the fresh wash of her arousal coating it and him. The sounds he made, entering her, drawing away, were lusciously wet. His strokes gained strength and speed, rocking her body, and her nipples scraped on the sheets as he shoved her forward and back.

Slowly, her mind was consumed with the sensations, layers of texture, of heat. The thick cock burrowing inside her was so pleasurable, so firm and strong, she wished the motions would never stop.

And then he shoved deeper and ground against her. He slid a hand around her belly and dove between her legs. Wet fingers circled her clit and plucked at it. He squeezed his fingers around the bud and then shifted his grip to the base. Her erect little clit throbbed, grew impossibly engorged, and suddenly, her arousal wound like a spring inside her, tighter and tighter.

“Mondo, God,” she gasped.

“Not yet,
chica
. Wait.”

He continued to manipulate her clit, the press of his fingers rhythmic, as though he was milking it, while he continued to rock shallowly, tunneling into her cunt.

“God, fuck, I can’t,” she said, rolling her cheeks on the cool bedding. “I can’t, oh please.” She mewled and groaned, jammed her hips backward against his. “Please, please, please.”

He released her clit and slid soaked fingers over the swollen nubbin, circling, circling. “Now,
querida
. Now.

He pulled his fingers away, withdrew his cock and then slammed back into her, the force causing her breath to gust. Again and again, he gave her those strong, targeted thrusts, and at last she sailed right over the edge.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she chanted, gripping the sheet. The pressure inside her exploded and goose bumps prickled her skin as a wash of release swept over her, stiffening her from her pussy outward, making her legs and torso shiver.

One long, keening moan leaked slowly from her throat as the orgasm spasmed inside her, robbing her of her mind.

How long they rocked together, she didn’t know. She hadn’t heard his shout, but rather felt it. Still erect, his cock continued to rock inside her, but he was slowing, the motions comforting now.

When he ground to a halt and pulled away, his cock fell from inside her. Immediately, she missed the fullness, even though her tender tissues inside were rubbed raw. Settling against the pillow beneath her hips, her thighs still splayed, she didn’t care how she looked. She was boneless. Replete.

The bed shifted. He padded away. The sound of water running came from across the room, but she couldn’t muster the curiosity to see what he was up to.

When he touched her with a wet terry cloth between her legs, she was too enervated to be embarrassed about the fact he was cleaning her up.

Not until she felt the tug on the anal plug did she stir. It hurt coming out. She hissed a breath.

A moment later, a warm cloth cleansed her, and Sunny groaned. Tears pricked her eyes because the extreme intimacy had been bearable while she’d been aroused, but not now. Now, she needed privacy. To be away from his charismatic aura. He made nasty, pervasive things seem so normal, but she feared once she was home and had time to think about everything that had happened, she’d burn with humiliation. No matter how tender he was with her now.

Had her loneliness pushed her to this extreme? She was no longer sure she wanted this.

Mondo finished with the cloth and rubbed a cool ointment against her tender orifice.

Again, she hissed, but the ointment soothed and numbed.

“I’ll give you this tube to take home,” he said. And then he let out a sigh. His hands left her. “You’re so quiet. Are you feeling regret?”

Sunny blew a breath between her lips and blinked away the moisture from her eyes. Then she slowly turned, pulling at the sheet to cover herself as she sat. “I think I’m just tired,” she said, thinking it was a lie to put off admitting how accurately he’d guessed but realizing it was true. She was bone-weary.

Slowly, she raised her face to look at his. His expression was carefully neutral. His eyes shuttered. He gave her a small nod. “I’ll leave you to get dressed and then I’ll take you home.”

She shook her head. “I drove here in my own car. No need.”

His jaw firmed. “You’re not driving. I’ll have Pansy take you.”

Because she hadn’t the energy to argue, she nodded.

Mondo straightened his shoulders. He gave her a crooked smile. “We’ll talk another time.”

He gathered clothing from a cupboard and left. She pushed back the sheet and lowered her feet to the carpet, wincing when she stood. Every muscle in her body felt strained. She’d never been fucked so thoroughly. Internally, she still burned and her clit and labia were swollen. Just the action of walking made her hyper-aware of the swelling between her legs.

She relieved herself in a toilet behind a moveable blind and then dressed. As she pulled on her black blouse, the door opened behind her. She glanced back to find Pansy there, fully dressed and with a soft smile on her face. She held up a set of car keys and a purse—Sunny’s. Although how she’d retrieved them from the locker where Sunny had secured them, she didn’t want to know.

Although curiosity gleamed in the other woman’s eyes, Sunny ignored the urge to confide. Instead, she held out her hand for her purse, removed a tube of lip gloss and applied it to her ravaged mouth.

“Mondo’s concerned about you,” Pansy said, her tone tentative.

Sunny drew a breath and met her gaze. “I need a little alone time.”

Pansy nodded. “It’s a lot to take in. The club. Mondo. He’s an intense kind of guy. A little overwhelming.”

Sunny gave a soft snort. “I asked for everything he gave me, but I don’t know how I’ll face him again. I’ve never…” She shook her head, feeling tears well again. “I don’t know why I feel this way.”

“What way is that?”

“I’m not sure. He…I…I let go. Gave myself over to him. And now, I feel…different, somehow. But it’s not real, is it? I shouldn’t read too much into what he did or said, should I? It’s just a role he plays.”

Pansy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Mondo likes you. The fact he took you here when you haven’t any training whatsoever shocked the crap out of most of the people out there who know how he operates. And by the look of him just now…” Pansy bit her lip. “I shouldn’t tell you. Feels like I’m invading his privacy and he’s a friend. A good friend. But he looked…shattered.”

Sunny swayed on her feet. The word described exactly how she felt. “Well, I have to go home.”

“Sure.” Pansy’s easy smile returned. “Would you like to avoid the salon? I’ll take you out the back.”

Grateful her new friend seemed to understand her need for privacy, Sunny gave her an answering smile. “Please. And Pansy?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Thank you for…this.”

Pansy grunted. “Tell me that tomorrow. Over coffee. After you’ve slept and don’t feel quite so weepy. I’ll believe you then.”

Chapter Six

On Saturday, Mondo sat on the bench beside the playing field, watching the weekly friendly scrimmage between the local firehouse and his friends. He’d come to play, but Craig, who was today’s team captain, had sat him on the bench after he’d missed yet another throw. Mondo’s heart just wasn’t in the game.

He sat in his sweats, his T-shirt soaked through, sucking on a Gatorade and wishing he was a million miles away. Since Thursday night, he’d been out of sorts. Restless. Ornery. His mood had been noted at work where his latest assignment, shaking down corner drug deals, hadn’t netted a single bust or decent lead. And even though it had only been one lousy day, his lieutenant had even called him in to find out if anything was wrong. Something that had never happened before.

“What gives? You sick or something? You’re on autopilot, Acevedo. Need some time off? Because you sure as shit aren’t any good to me here.”

He’d ended up sending Mondo home for the weekend, telling him to do whatever it took to get his head back into the game. Mondo realized now just how long it had been since he’d taken any time for himself. He liked his work, but that nagging emptiness he’d been feeling for months had only been aggravated, like lemon juice on an open cut, by his encounter with Sunny at the club.

He’d hated letting her leave like that. Had wanted to drop by and see how she was. He wanted to ask her on a date, but that set him back on his heels, because he hadn’t been on a normal vanilla date in years. His dealings with the opposite sex had been confined to Dom/sub play for so long, he felt uneasy about approaching her again.

Mondo set down his bottle and let his head sink between his shoulders. He’d seen the moisture in her eyes when she’d asked for privacy. And the memory was killing him. He’d pushed too hard. Hadn’t read her level of comfort with the things he’d done. Hadn’t shown her a shred of mercy.

Sure, she’d been eager and so endearing in her stubborn assurances that she was ready to experiment. But his judgment had been impaired by his own heightened arousal. He’d failed to get himself under firm control before he’d begun. He’d probably scared the hell out of her.

“Hey there.” Jenn settled down beside him, giving him a blinding smile. “Craig was a little harsh. I’ll have Aiden have a talk with him.”

Mondo snorted. “He was right. My head wasn’t in the game.”

“But it also wasn’t up your ass. He had no right to be so rude.”

Mondo gave her a narrowed look.

“Hey, these days I have to look for good reasons for punishment.” She waggled her eyebrows.

Mondo gave her a grin and turned his attention back to the action on the field. The ball had changed hands and the firefighters were steadily forging their way toward the goal line. Looked like he and his friends would be buying the beer.

“So you comin’ over to Pansy’s later? We’re setting up the nursery. We need all those superior male minds to construct the crib.”

“Anyone can read an instruction diagram.”

“Odd thing is, you guys never do. There’s always some spare part left at the end.”

“I think I’ll pass,” Mondo said, offering her an apologetic smile.

Jenn gave him a steady glare. “Because you’re busy or because you’re avoiding Pansy’s next-door neighbor?”

Mondo grimaced. “Will she be there?”

“No clue. I know Pansy asked her over. She didn’t give her an answer yet.”

Mondo glanced away. “Maybe she decided we were a bit too much.”

“You mean, you’re scared she thinks you’re too much?”

Mondo drew in a swift breath and speared her with a glare.

Jenn snorted. “Honey, you didn’t give her anything she didn’t absolutely love.”

“And you know this how?” he asked, although he’d already suspected from the way all the guys pussyfooted around him that he knew exactly how they knew.

Jenn wrinkled her nose. “We’re all friends. Best buds. Do you think we wouldn’t watch you and Sunny to see how things went?”

“What, so you could critique my performance?”

Her lips twitched. “It was a definite A plus. But, no, that wasn’t the only reason. The girls wanted to watch in case something happened you might not understand.”

“I’m not an inexperienced man, Jenn. I don’t need your advice.”

“You’re an experienced Dom, but you’ve never fallen in love before. Not really.”

Mondo lowered his eyebrows. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Jenn inched closer on the seat, into his space, uninvited.

His chest billowed, his chin shot up.

So did hers. Very un-sublike behavior for her. With him, anyway. Jenn usually only challenged when she was looking for punishment from her Dom, Aiden.

She tapped the end of one polished nail to his chest, right over his heart. “Don’t blow this. We’ll all be mad at you.”

“All?”

“All the girls. We like Sunny. We think she’d be a perfect fit. And Marti’s dying to…well, you know.”

Mondo sat rigid. The women wanted him to fall in love with Sunny because Marti couldn’t wait for a new playmate. Just peachy. And all the talk about love… He shrugged. The women were reading more into what had only been one encounter. They had their happy relationships. They simply wanted to
fix
him and bring him into their mated fold.

Jenn’s eyebrows straightened. Her expression eased. “We’re here for you, you know that, right? If you need anyone to talk to—”

Mondo twisted his lips. “Butt out. That’s what you can do.”

“Sure.” She patted his knee. “But you’re still coming to help with the nursery.” She got up before he had a chance to reply, gave him a swift kiss on his cheek and sauntered away. As she approached the women seated in a row beside the field in their lawn chairs, they all sat forward, waiting for the gossip.

Mondo gave them all narrow stares, but they simply gave him blinding smiles and waves. They were impossible. The whole group was too incestuous. No one understood the concept of privacy anymore. Their closeness was something he’d treasured, but it was beginning to feel restrictive, like a noose tightening around his throat.

He’d give the party a skip. They’d get the message then.

Sunny probably wouldn’t even show. His shoulders slumped. He’d wanted to see her again. But on his terms. In an environment he could control. In his mind, he’d run through several scenarios, all of them with him instructing—no more deviating from his usual methods. No tender moments, except when she needed reassurance, but nothing that would draw them closer. He’d pushed too hard. Forgotten himself. So why was he disappointed?

Shouts sounded on the field. Craig accepted the snap, threw the ball high over the heads of the firemen, straight into Gus’s waiting hands. Gus, although large, was swift-footed. By the time the firemen changed direction and raced to halt his momentum, he dragged two of them, clinging to his middle and his legs, across the goal line.

Mondo shot up from his seat, whistling and clapping. Better to pretend everything was right in his world or he’d never get the guys off his back.

Sunny was dressed in jeans and an altered gray tee, the neck ripped out and curled, the opening large enough it draped to expose one shoulder and the black strap of her bra. She wore plain leather sandals. She’d even dusted her face lightly with powder and a light bronzer, a swipe of clear gloss on her mouth. She’d gone for casual—so casual that no one who rapped on her door would know she’d been waiting for someone to arrive and invite her to join the party next door.

She didn’t want to seem overanxious or even that interested. But she was. Her plainly varnished nails were nipped to the quick.

Despite the lectures she’d given herself since her encounter with Mondo on Thursday night, despite the sudden panic that had sent her fleeing the club, once again, her stomach was assaulted by the flutter of a thousand nervous butterflies.

Her sleep had been restless, filled with dreams of Mondo standing over her, dressed in black leather and wielding a whip. Of her naked and tied spread-eagle while he lashed her tender skin, lifting welts.

And she woke every time drenched between her legs. Aching for release she refused to give herself—because he hadn’t given her permission. Because he said that waiting made the orgasm so much more intense. And she wanted that intensity. Wanted his focused attention, his harsh paddles, his tender caresses.

He’d awoken something inside her. Shown her what she’d been missing in her life, and now she was greedy for more. But she didn’t know how to approach him, or whether he was done with her after the way she’d flown out of the playroom too overwhelmed to process the emotions that had roiled inside her.

So she watched through her slatted blinds as darkness fell and cars arrived. Laughter filled the air, coming through the windows. Quiet murmurs. Smacking kisses. Sure, the affection they shared as a group had been shocking, but it had also been a revelation. She craved another of Pansy’s soft girl kisses. What did that say about her? Everything she’d thought she knew about her sexuality had been challenged by her introduction to the friends. She was confused. But so much more than curious. She felt on the cusp of a journey, which made no sense at all. All she really knew was that she couldn’t turn back.

Just when she’d finally worked up the courage to march out the door and across her yard to Pansy’s, the doorbell rang.

Panic gripped her for a second, followed quickly by a deep sigh that calmed her heart. She strode toward the door and opened it, hugging the edge with one hand while she stared straight into a pair of sparkling blue eyes. “Hi, Marti,” she said, eyeing the woman’s casual tee with its asymmetrical hem.

“We’ve all been waiting,” Marti said and then waggled her eyebrows. “The guys are working on the crib. We’ve been making mojitos and one’s got your name on it.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Sunny’s lips. She let it go, feeling warmth suffuse her cheeks. Pansy’s warnings about Marti’s girlie interests flashed through her mind. And oddly, her pussy clenched. Sunny twisted the lock on the door handle and stepped outside. “You said the guys…”

“Mondo’s not here yet,” Marti said, grabbing her hand and threading her fingers through Sunny’s. “But he will be. He’ll want to make an entrance, and make us sweat a bit. The man likes to be in charge and Jenn all but ordered him to come.”

“Oh.” Disappointment so acute it killed her smile swept through her.

Marti leaned close, so close her breasts pressed against Sunny’s, and she gave her a one-armed hug. “Mondo is very proud and independent,” she said, her face so close Sunny could see little sparkles on her cheeks. “And while he knows a thousand ways to make a woman scream, he doesn’t know his own heart. Have patience. You’re his other half. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Sunny barely breathed. But her nipples tingled, tightening into sharp beads. Afraid the other woman would notice, she nodded, hoping she’d draw away.

But Marti narrowed her eyes and one side of her mouth curved up. Slowly, she reached up and skimmed her hand beneath Sunny’s hair, forcing her head to tilt toward hers.

The kiss was soft, just a sweet press of pillowy lips. Sunny drew in a breath, but couldn’t resist the other woman’s magnetic pull. She touched her tongue to Marti’s bottom lip and gave it a swipe. Strawberry flavor exploded on her tongue and she gave another less-timid stroke.

Marti murmured and pressed closer, slipping a hand between their bodies, cupping Sunny’s breast. She pinched the nipple, and Sunny gasped, clenching her thighs against instant arousal. Good Lord, who was this slut? She barely recognized herself.

“Marti…?” came a low growl from beside the women.

Both drew apart. Sunny pulled up her neckline to cover her shoulder, feeling exposed. She’d just kissed a woman in broad daylight on her front porch. Her gaze flew to Jackson, Marti’s husband, who glowered at his woman.

Marti laughed, the sound like tinkling bells, and cupped Jackson’s cheek. “It’s not cheating if I know you’re watching, lover.”

Sunny’s cheeks burned, but Marti still had hold of her hand. She hadn’t even realized he’d been hovering in the darkness.

With a flip of her hair, Marti pulled her closer. “We’re all gonna be besties, whatever that stubborn Latin decides. But he better make up his mind quick, because I think I’d like a threesome.”

Sunny choked.

Jackson shook his head, his mouth a thin straight line, but heat simmered in his eyes. “Not gonna happen.”

Marti sighed. “I know, but you are gonna have to paddle me for making that suggestion.”

Jackson looked past Marti to Sunny. “Stay away from this one. She’ll lead you into sin.”

God, she really hoped so. Sunny only pretended to drag her footsteps as the couple led her across to the other house. Maybe she was building up her expectations. Maybe the party really was just a regular old party with the girls getting tipsy while the guys turned screwdrivers and argued over specs. The fact they talked about their sexuality so openly added its own layer of excitement.

But who was she kidding? If Mondo didn’t show, or worse, if he came and then ignored her, she’d be devastated. The only way to know where she stood with the enigmatic man was to put herself out there. Join the happy group. Perhaps Marti had only been partially joking about welcoming her in even without Mondo as a partner. But if she became close to the group, she’d have many more opportunities to get to know the man who excited her more than anyone she’d ever met.

After days of miserable introspection, she’d decided she was in this for the long run. Although fast would definitely be better.

Inside the house, Jackson peeled away, heading up the stairs after smacking Marti’s ass and telling her to behave.

Marti led her to the living room where the women were seated with overstuffed chairs pulled close to the couch for cozy conversation.

Jenn waved, giving her a friendly smile. She looked cute as hell, dressed in shorts and a silky halter top, her long hair held back in a tight ponytail.

Pansy wore a lemon-colored smock over jeggings. “Yes, I blend right into the walls.” She patted the cushion beside her. “Have a seat. Marti’ll get you a drink.
Your’s
won’t be virgin. You have some catchin’ up to do.”