Her Alpha Avengers [The Hot Millionaires #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

“Wait!” he said curtly.

“Sorry.” She dropped her gaze and remained passively on his knee.

“Pearson would know you were over here looking for him.” One hand slid beneath her dress, the lower half of which was still in place, and worked its way up her thigh. Her legs fell apart, making his task easier. “You didn’t exactly make a secret of it.”

She tangled the fingers of one hand with the hairs on his chest and tugged hard. “I frightened him, you mean?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Otto’s fingers worked their way higher up her inner thigh, stopping tantalizingly short of her pussy. “You must have been getting close,” he said, raising his head again.

“So all Al Cavendish had to do…oh, God, do that again.”

She squirmed on his lap, inflicting severe damage on his erection. Otto was crazy for her but was determined to stretch it out. Having this conversation with her whilst systematically working up to fucking her was the biggest turn-on he could remember in a long and illustrious career as a womanizer. The problem was that it was getting to the stage where he was as desperate for it as she was. Otto prided himself on his staying power and couldn’t remember the last time a woman had gotten him quite as wound up as this. Fin had said there was something special about her, and already Otto had to agree with that.

He lifted her up and pulled her dress away, leaving her in a skimpy pair of panties that matched her bra. He unfastened his jeans and let his cock spring free, sighing with relief as he did so. She glanced down at its head, shiny with a spot of pre-cum, and licked her lips. His shaft jutted thick and proud from his pubic hair, a blue vein prominent down its length. She gently traced it with her forefinger, as though wanting to satisfy herself about the goods on offer. His cock jerked in response to the contact, which made her smile.

“My, my, you are pleased to see me, aren’t you,” she said in a terrible Mae West accent that made them both laugh.

“You think you can accommodate me?”

“I managed to take Fin,” she said proudly. “He didn’t have any complaints.”

“So I hear, but I’m bigger than him.”

“What is it with you men, always comparing the size of your equipment?”

“It’s just a boy thing,” he said, tweaking her nose.

“Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t think you’re any bigger than Fin.” She tilted her head, continuing to focus her gaze on his cock as though it was the most compelling comparison she’d ever had to make. “Perhaps a bit thicker.” She grinned. “And I’m not talking about your brainpower.”

“Witch!”

Otto kissed her again, pleased that she seemed to find the idea of fucking right where they were whilst discussing his discoveries as tempting as he did. She moved so that she was kneeling on either side of him in his large swivel chair. Her tits bounced in front of his mouth and it would have taken a great deal more self-control than he would ever possess not to suck one into his mouth. He did so, using the fingers of his other hand to probe beneath those panties. She was dripping wet and, he suspected, would come the moment he touched her. His fingers hovered over her clit, but he didn’t actually make contact with it.

“So near, yet so far,” she murmured, trying to angle her body so that his fingers finished up where she most wanted them to be.

Since she was leaning slightly forward, it gave Otto perfect access to her ass, which was raised slightly in the air. He brought his hand down hard on it, taking her by surprise. Her body jerked, but she flashed a radiant smile, clearly up for more of the same.

“So Pearson whetted my appetite by pretending to be Spencer.”
Whack.
“All Cavendish had to do was find Spencer, tell him to dress as a ranger, and meet me at the dog park.”
Whack.
“Wouldn’t he want to know why?”

Otto’s forefinger circled Sabine’s anus. He’d have really liked to delve in, but he was also hot to fuck her here in his office, and he didn’t have what he needed to make her comfortable. All their toys and lubes were upstairs in their playroom. Sabine didn’t even know the room existed yet, but if Otto had his way, she wouldn’t be much older before the three of them introduced her to its delights.

“Nope.”

He finally touched her clit and was rewarded with a cry of pleasure. “Please, Otto!”

Otto slid a couple of fingers inside her sopping cunt and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She shuddered and closed her eyes as she rode his fingers, thrashing her head from side to side with needy urgency.

“Spencer would know better than to ask questions.” He added an additional finger and increased the pressure on her clit. “I suspect he was fed a line about having to collect a package from you.” A fourth finger easily slid into her slick vagina, and Sabine closed about all four, manically holding on as though she suspected that he might withdraw them at any moment. “Spencer would have thought it was illegal contraband of some kind, that’s all.”

“So he was a…oh, geez, I’m gonna come.” She threw her head backward and groaned. “Just keep doing that, Otto. Don’t you dare stop!”

Otto sensed the volcanic eruption building deep inside her and continued to give her what she craved. There would be plenty of opportunities to punish her for begging. Right now he was more interested in watching her shed her inhibitions. She was an appealing mixture of ideology and passion, with a good dollop of uptight Brit thrown into the equation—not something a guy got to experience every day.

Otto felt more than an urgent desire to fuck her silly, which ought to have scared him shitless. Strangely, it didn’t, perhaps because it felt so right. Or maybe because he was inexorably drawn toward her on a level he had no control over. Something told him that Fin and Gabe were similarly minded. Sabine was living in their house, and they didn’t feel threatened by her presence there.

For his part, Otto wanted to get to know her much better, and not just in the sack. She both fascinated and compelled him, as well as arousing feelings in him he had never expected to experience again.

“Take it and fly, babe,” he said, thrusting his long fingers as far into her as they’d go, whilst working her clit like he bore it a grudge.

Sabine didn’t need telling twice. Her entire body appeared to tremble and then fragment as brutal passion claimed her and her orgasm hit. Her enthusiasm tugged at Otto on a level he couldn’t seem to control. A feeling he’d never experienced before washed through his body as he watched her face, eyes screwed tightly closed, lips parted as she panted and cried her way to release.

“Better?” he asked, removing his hand when she finally stopped thrashing about.

“Yes. Thank you.” She leaned forward and kissed him almost chastely. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me since I arrived here with you guys.”

“Seems to me you’ve been thinking about everything recently except your body’s needs.”

She moistened her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. “What about your body’s needs?”

He chuckled. “We’ll get to that.”

“When?”

His chuckle turned into a belly laugh. “Anyone ever told you that you’re a greedy little sorceress?”

“I think Fin might have mentioned something along those lines.” She brushed her tongue across his lips. “I wasn’t really listening. Beside, like you yourself just said, I’ve neglected my needs.”

She slithered to the floor in front of him, knelt between his splayed legs, and took his cock into her mouth. Geez, he hadn’t expected that and shouldn’t have let her take matters into her own…well, mouth. He was powerless to exert his authority, though, and let her get on with it. Damn, she knew what she was doing, too. She grasped his cock, exerting just the right amount of pressure as she pumped it up and down, her other hand tantalizing his aching balls. But it was her mouth that did the most damage. She ran her tongue along the slit in his cock so seductively that he almost couldn’t stand it. Then she sucked him all the way to the back of her throat, only to release him again and repeat the process.

She was killing him!

If he didn’t stop this right now he’d come in her mouth, which definitely wasn’t on his agenda. He gently eased himself free, stood up, and finally shed his jeans. Then he sat right back down again.

“Now, where were we?” he asked, patting the sides of the chair so that she resumed her position above him.

He yanked her next-to-useless panties down, and she kicked them free of her legs. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against his chest, the nipples so hard that he wondered if they actually hurt her. Probably, but then she’d enjoy that, given the way she’d taken the spanking he’d given her with such unbridled enthusiasm.

“What happens now? About Cavendish, I mean.”

He guided her onto his cock, leaning so far back in the chair as he did so that the springs voiced a loud protest.

“I hack into his e-mail.”

She lowered herself onto him with pinpoint accuracy, and he inched into her tight channel.

“Why?”

The chair rocked back and forth as Otto thrust upward and drove himself all the way home with one powerful movement of his hips.

“Ahh!” they said in unison.

“To see if I can trace Pearson that way.”

They moved together, slowly at first. Sabine was so damned tight as she closed around him that Otto had trouble remaining focused. He absolutely couldn’t afford to think about the way her sweet pussy swallowed his cock so greedily, or he’d lose it then and there. He crushed her lush mouth in a searing kiss as they picked up the rhythm, and the limits of his expensive chair were put to the type of test the manufacturers probably hadn’t envisaged. Kissing her was okay, he decided. He could deal with that without disgracing himself. The hardness of his body was a thrilling contrast to the softness of her breasts as they crashed against his chest. He could deal with that as well—just about.

The incandescent desire building inside him, the almost overwhelming need to explode when she gave herself to him with such lack of reservation, was another matter. He needed to pick this up, or it would all be over in a flash. He reached behind himself and grabbed a ruler from his desk. On the next thrust he brought it down over her ass. She screamed.

“Do it again,” she said, panting. “I love the way it makes me tingle all over.”

Otto obliged. “Next time I fuck you,” he said, “it won’t be your cunt that gets the attention.”

“I love anal sex,” she said, riding him harder and faster.

“You want my cock up your backside, is that it?”

“Yes. I want you to…oh, God, I’m gonna come, Otto.”

“Let it go, Sabine. Take what you need from me, honey. Milk my cock. It’s all yours.”

“You’re so damned big, it feels like heaven. Fuck me harder, I can feel it building.”

“What do you feel?” Sweat bathed them both as they put their all into riding one another to exhaustion. “Tell me.”

“It’s like pleasure and pain rioting inside me.” Her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps. “It’s like the heat of a naked flame starting in my gut and spreading outward.” She let out an elongated moan and rode him faster than even Otto would have thought possible. “That’s it, Otto. Hit my ass again. That’ll do it. Here it comes.” She threw her head backward and yelled loud enough to wake the dead. “Keep fucking me hard. I’m coming.”

He watched her face as her orgasm hit. The combination of desperate passion and inexorable need that he saw there made him forget he was teetering on the brink himself. He drove into her as hard and fast as he could, still slapping her butt with the ruler, until she finally slowed her movements and flashed a radiant smile.

Finally, Otto got to have his turn. He swept his hand along one side of his three-sided desk and sent all the papers on it flying to the floor. He half wondered what the guys would make of that if they’d seen it. Otto was super picky about the order of his desk, and anyone who messed with it got their ass chewed. He lifted Sabine from his lap and settled her butt on its edge.

“Flip your legs round my neck,” he said gruffly, standing in front of her.

As soon as she did so, he slid back into her, harder, more desperate than he’d ever been before. He met Sabine’s gaze, and something unfamiliar tugged at his heartstrings, overwhelming his reason, stoking his already overloaded passion.

“Hold tight,” he said, “I need to go deep.”

“The deeper the better,” she said breathlessly.

She held on to the edge of the desk for balance, but Otto thrust into her so hard that he could see her struggling to hold her position. She resolved the problem by flinging her arms round his neck, joining her legs that were already there. She clung to him like an athletic monkey, but inventive though the position was, it wouldn’t work. He’d probably put both their backs out if he tried it.

Otto lowered her back onto the desk, and with all her limbs still twined round his neck, he leaned over her and pummelled her cunt with every ounce of strength that remained to him.

“I can’t last, babe. Just stay with me.”

“I am. Let yourself go, Otto. My cunt’s yours.”

The word, spoken in her crisp English accent, caused the remaining few fragments of his self-control to shatter. He hammered himself deep into the walls of her pussy, delirious with pleasure as his head roared with the rushing excitement of a climax to end all climaxes.