101 Nights Box Set: Volume Two Page 17

  I start to laugh at the exaggeration and then realize he’s serious.

  “Probably not in a good way,” he adds, his gaze too intent for what we’ve just done.

  Dare I read anything into his words? The minute we get out of bed, he’s going to flip on me.

  “Command me.” His intensity slides away. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you next.” He moves in and out of me, demonstrating he’s already hard again.

  I shudder. “God I love how you feel,” I say and rock my hips in rhythm with his teasing thrusts. “This may … surprise you … but I don’t know many positions.”

  “Consider me your mentor.” He offers a more genuine smile. “Crazy one or traditional one?”

  “Crazy!” I reply instantly.

  “We’ll need a table, pillow and something to hang onto.”

  I laugh loudly.

  “The Kama sutra is no joke.” He’s dead serious, though his eyes are glowing with amusement and hunger. “May I make a request first?”

  “I’ll humor it.”

  He buries himself into me and I gasp. “I’ve been fantasizing about sliding my dick into your ass for weeks. Let me fuck you from behind before we start playing, please.” His whisper is fierce, raw.

  “Request … granted.” I manage.

  “Command me.”

  “Fuck me from behind, George.”

  “Who comes first?”

  “I do.”

  “Say it, Alisha.”

  “Doggy style and make me come!” I order him.

  He withdraws from my pussy and slides back, rolling me over and tugging my hips up so that I’m doggy style. His dick penetrates my pussy hard and fast enough that I gasp. George’s hands grip my hips, and he pulls himself as deep as he can go before resting his hands on my ass.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he whispers. One finger circles my anus. “Your ass is the thing of dreams, Alisha.”

  I don’t know what to say. The sensations are different from this angle, exquisite and intense. His finger slides into my ass and out, and he groans and begins to move in and out of me.

  Leaning over me, he wraps an arm around my chest and pulls me into more of a sit. He thrusts deep and quick while his other hand travels down my belly to the clit that’s barely recovered from my last orgasm.

  “George,” I murmur as he circles the wet, hard nub. My head drops back against his shoulder and I spread my legs to give him better access.

  “I love the way you say my name, Alisha.” His hot breath stirs the hair on my neck. His finger slides around my clit and begins teasing, hard flicks mixed with soft brushes. “Say it again.”

  “Oh, god, George!” I writhe against him as he goes too soft on my clit, struggling for contact with the tormenting finger. “Harder! Give it to me harder!”

  He slams into me while his finger makes maddening circles around my clit.

  “Again,” he orders.

  “George!”

  Seconds later, I shatter. He drives me farther into pleasure, his fingers flicking and twirling. I buck against him, out of control, this time screaming his name.

  “Good,” he hisses and slams into me one more time and stays.

  Panting too hard to speak, I can’t move if I wanted to. I’m putty, molded around his dick and arms. He lowers me gently to the bed and lies on top of me without leaving my pussy.

  “You are so tight, Alisha. So perfect and wet. There’s nothing sexier than watching you cum all over my dick.” He thrusts again. “That ass … when you’re ready, command me to fuck you in the ass. The things I want to do to you …”

  I never thought those words could fill me with this kind of emotion: exhilaration. Power. I like commanding him and the results it brings. I want to push George in a way I’m afraid to outside of bed: over the line of control he’s so careful not to cross.

  “Are you ready to play?” I whisper evilly.

  “Absolutely. I’ll get a chair if you pile up the pillows.”

  I laugh again, unable to imagine what it is he has planned but certain it’ll end with both of us climaxing. He withdraws from my pussy and goes to the corner to grab a chair. His dick is hard again already, still wet from my cunt, and I admire it. I never expected that a man’s cock could provide so much pleasure.

  Take that, Tony. With some regret and a great deal of anticipation, I push the bastard from my mind to focus on George.

  George pulls the chair up to the bed and sits down, his dick jutting out, waiting for me. “You ready for something crazy?” he asks, a wicked smile pulling up one side of his lips.

  “Definitely!” I sit up.

  The George I know doesn’t seem like someone who can lower his guard long enough to play.

  By the end of the night, I know how wrong I am about him. I also begin to realize the inevitable: that George is going to break my heart before this is over, and I’m going to be too distracted by the way he fucks me to prevent being crushed.

  Chapter Four: George

  Last night was a mistake.

  Except it shouldn’t have been. I’m used to one-night stands. It’s normally all it takes to get a sexy woman out of my mind.

  I wake up before dawn, my arms and legs wrapped possessively around the sleeping woman I spent hours fucking. I haven’t had a fuck-a-thon like that in years, since before Tracy. As much as I loved her, we rarely had more than enough time for a quickie, sometimes just oral play. We went back and forth on missions with the brief sexual encounters sustaining us.

  Have I ever had a night like last night? My abs are sore from fucking but also from laughing. We did some silly shit last night, and I smile thinking about it. Alisha is the opposite of me: adventurous, daring and hasn’t met a sex position she wouldn’t try, once she spread those shapely legs and let me sink my dick into her. I’m normally far less cautious in bed than in real life, but I have the feeling she’ll make a damned good domme in no time. We even did some role playing, which is where most of my laughter came from watching her try to play a sexy Shakespearean hacker or whatever the fuck it was.

  And I get off on her telling me how to fuck her. We switched roles once, with me taking on the dom lead. She did okay, but there’s an expression she displays when she’s thinking about him. So we didn’t do it for more than one round of fucking.

  One day, though, she’ll trust me enough, and I’ll show her how to take her pleasure to the next level. I’m itching for that chance where I can command her, and she submits without question or fear. I want her looking up at me with my dick in her mouth a moment before she spreads her thighs and shows me the plump, pink, dripping pussy waiting for me.

  One day. I can’t believe I’m thinking about her like there’s an us. There’s not even a tomorrow in my plan. My goal was to wear out my dick in that slick, tight cunt of hers as many times as it took last night and then to walk away.

  I want more, though. I want all of Alisha, her trust, her body, her absolute surrender. I want the first and last words she says every day to be my name after I’ve fucked her into coming so hard, she smiles the rest of the day and dreams of unicorns hacking rainbows or some shit. I want to possess her, to protect her, to make sure she never deals with another Tony ever again. I want her scent on my fingers when I leave for the day and to drink her juices each time after she comes.

  There’s only one woman in my very lengthy history of women who I was never able to get enough of.

  She died. Because I wasn’t strong enough to protect her.

  It can’t … won’t happen again. Already, I’m too weak to resist her, though, and I don’t have a fucking clue where that leaves me.

  Raw, I leave Alisha’s warmth and fling off the covers, perching on the edge of the bed.

  “Come back,” she whispers drowsily. “Cold.”

  I don’t move.

  “I command you!”

  I should make up some excuse and leave. One look at the naked body waiting for me, and I slide back into bed, my hard
dick making my decision for me.

  “Not dawn,” she murmurs. Her eyelids flutter open, and she peers up at me with a sleepy smile. “You said all night.”

  “I did, didn’t I.” I let my hand graze her breasts and push the covers away to reveal her perfect shape. My fingers travel down her belly and pause at the mound of her pussy. “Command me, Alisha.”

  “Finger fuck me,” she whispers. Her knees fall to the sides, and I glimpse the pussy I can’t get enough of.

  She’s turned on, like I am. She’s dripping for me already. My fingers slide into her, and she closes her eyes. She’s hot and tight enough that it’s hard for me to let her be in control sometimes. I tickle her g-spot then trace her nether lips to her clit. She groans as I circle the sensitive spot, her hips thrusting up and exposing the juicy lips of her cunt. I continue the tease, watching her with fascination. Her nipples grow hard, and she wriggles, her breathing becoming uneven. She holds nothing back, not one wriggle, sigh or moan of pleasure.

  She has no idea how much of a fucking turn on it is to finger fuck her and watch the way she flushes and moves, vulnerable, exposed, with no restraint. It’s a private show I want to be the only man permitted to see. My fingers continue teasing her clit and penetrating her pussy.

  She grabs my hand. Her body is taut, a sign she’ll climax soon. “Wait. Sixty nine. I love how you use your mouth.”

  I stretch out beside her. She climbs on top of me and presses that juicy pussy onto my mouth. I lick up the drops so they don’t dribble down my face before my tongue explores the hot depths of her cunt and swirls around her clit.

  She takes my dick in her mouth, the hot, velvety heat of her tongue running the length of my shaft then whirling around the tip.

  It won’t take much for me to come after watching the uninhibited pleasure she experienced when I fingered her. She plunges my cock into her mouth over and over, sometimes with bare teeth that graze my sensitive head and sometimes covering her teeth with her lips. The pressure, movement, and stimulation are exquisite and unpredictable.

  I flicker my tongue in and out of her pussy rapidly and then suck hard enough on her clit for her to gasp before fluttering my tongue against it. I’m getting close, the tension of my climax growing stronger.

  She comes suddenly and hard. The pussy in my face clenches and releases over and over as she shudders. She starts to lift away from me. I wrap an arm around her and press her down onto my mouth once more, holding her shaking body in place.

  I stoke the fire with my tongue and continue to torment her clit, satisfied when she shivers with each light touch and her gasps turn to moans. Only when I’m satisfied with her pleasure do I release her.

  She sags against me for a moment, recovering. “My god … I love how you use … your mouth,” she whispers.

  I circle her clit gently in response and lick the juices of her cunt once more. “I love how wet you get when you come,” I say. “You taste like heaven. I can’t get enough.” To emphasize my point, I bury my tongue inside her then lap up the juices trying to escape me.

  When she’s ready, she continues licking, nibbling and deep throating my dick. Heat shoots through me. I breathe in the scent of her arousal and almost groan when more of her juices slide down my face.

  “Good,” I whisper. “Harder.”

  She complies and runs her hand up and down my shaft. She squeezes.

  “Yes,” I hiss. “Make me come, Alisha.”

  With her hand and mouth working in tandem and her pussy dripping into my mouth, I don’t last much longer. The orgasm is intense and breathtaking. She pushes her mouth over it as I cum, sucking down every last drop then gently moving down my sensitive shaft while I shiver and shake beneath her.

  “Good,” I whisper again, this time sated and spent from the experience. I give her clit another suck, and she giggles.

  I want more. I don’t think it’s possible to get enough of her. She’s playing with my dick, and I press a finger into her drenched pussy then insert it slowly into her equally wet ass. Licking up and down her sweet cunt and clit, I gently move my finger in and out of her ass, giving her a taste of what it feels like.

  Her scent is driving me crazy, a combination of arousal and cum and woman.

  Removing my finger, I take her hips and push her onto her back once more. She’s smiling, her lips rough and red from sucking my dick. Her knees fall apart as I move on top of her, and I settle between her legs.

  And then I say something I know deep down is a mistake. “You survived one night,” I say and capture her lips for a kiss. She tastes salty after swallowing me. I lift my head. “Can you make it two?”

  “Yeah,” she replies with no hesitation. “We can try you being dom again.”

  “Only what you’re comfortable with,” I reply. “You don’t want to know what I’d do to you if you were my sub. I’m dark, Alisha.”

  She laughs. I can tell she doesn’t yet comprehend what that means. I’d love to see her tied up, twisted and begging with one hand around her throat and the other fisted in her pussy before I push my cock into that sweet ass of hers.

  “Command me,” I whisper, turned on by the image in my head. “One last time before I have to go.”

  She pretends to think, the light of hunger in her dark gaze.

  This is a mistake. I don’t walk away like I should. It’s been too long since I really connected with a woman in bed, since the satisfaction of fucking was more than a stress release.

  “Reverse cowgirl,” she says with a grin.

  “Ah. Love that one,” I say. “I get a view of your gorgeous ass. Speaking of which, why don’t you make another attempt to seduce me with a stripper tease.”

  She flushes, this time out of embarrassment and laughs loudly. I smile at the thought of another of her role playing attempts from last night that ended in fits of laughter, followed by some of the most enthusiastic fucking I’ve ever experienced. Something about a woman grabbing her ankles and thrusting her pussy in my face drives me over the edge, more so when she’s got an ass I’m itching to fuck the way I want to Alisha’s.

  I stay for another two hours of pure physical satiety and then bathe quickly and leave. I feel better physically than I have in a very long time. The only thing bothering me: knowing how I’m supposed to walk away from Alisha when this is over.

  Chapter Five: Alisha

  The ping of my computer wrenches me out of my slumber. George wore me out with his relentless lust and stamina. Instead of getting up like I should have earlier, I stayed in bed to catch a couple hours of deep, restful sleep.

  But the ping … ah, the ping! It’s what I’ve been waiting to hear for two weeks! I all but dive across the bed and scramble the rest of the way to my laptop. My legs are shaky, my muscles sore in places I didn’t know existed.

  I click on the alert and suck in a breath as it pops up. Scanning the nonsensical code only people like George and me can read, I almost scream in excitement. “Natalie!”

  She remembered!

  It’s an old trick, an emergency phone number I made her memorize once upon a long time ago. All she has to do is dial it from any device she gets her hands on, and I can find her using the local cell towers to triangulate her position. I pull on shoes and pick up the laptop again.

  “I bet you’re not laughing at my zombie apocalypse preparations now, are you?” I whisper fiercely to no one in particular. A lifetime of being ridiculed for my mild paranoid has just been vindicated and justified a million times over.

  Tears fill my eyes, and I click the button to narrow down where the ping came from. While waiting for the map to pop up on the slow ass palace wifi, I hurry to the closet, where my clothing is neatly folded. I should take a shower but …

  I like the way my skin smells. I take a deep whiff. It’s George and me, and it makes my whole world brighter to smell him.

  Pulling on an outfit that most closely resembles the way the women here dress, I snatch a mismatching scarf for my h
air and return to the laptop, brimming with excitement.

  “Oh, yuck.” There must be interference where she is or not enough cell towers to bounce the signal around. I can’t get any closer than a three-by-three block range.

  But a few blocks are better than anything I had before. It’s the wharf district, a one-mile square area of warehouses at the main port in Nijala.

  Nothing is going to stand in my way now. Not the men George has guarding his room, not Hasan and his jackass minions. If I have to search every damn warehouse in that area, I will.

  Buzzing on adrenaline, I put my laptop into its case and sling it across my chest. It’s almost time to go for my local stash of money. Having a local friend definitely helped in that regard, and a pile of money is sitting in a Western Union waiting for me, thanks to Miriam’s help. I get one shot at grabbing it and running before someone – namely George – figures it out. My plan is to have Natalie with me when I do. Now that I know about where she is, I’m one step closer to ditching George forever.

  But do I want to? I stop in my tracks in front of the closed bedroom door. I’m fevered, the sense of giddiness racing through me only partially fueled by my discovery this morning.

  George. George. George. As passionate and intense in bed as he is cool outside. I never thought I’d see an ever softer side of him, one that comforted me the two times I got scared last night and held me until I was ready for another round of mind blowing sex. He let me be in control without questioning anything I told him to do, even if it ended with both of us collapsing into laughter that lasted ten minutes and led to even hotter, more intimate and satisfying lovemaking.

  I’m smiling. I don’t want to feel this warm, bubbling emotion, the sense that he pierced much more than my pussy last night. I knew I’d be hurt when this is over but had no idea that one night with George was enough to show me a world I didn’t know exists, one where I was protected, worshipped, no longer afraid. My life has always been a series of events spinning out of control, but for one night, that all ended.