The Domville 3 (The Domville #3) Read online

  Damn it, I was so close to coming, not that it mattered if I did. I could feast on her until I was good to go again. That thought had my balls react instantly, my stomach tightening and stars filling my eyes as I completely spaced out while I filled the back of her throat, again and again. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I let out a string of expletives. She grabbed my hips to steady me as I swayed on my feet, losing all ability to focus on anything but the feeling of my come shooting up my shaft and hearing her swallowing every single drop of it. There was nothing less sexy than watching a women leg it to the bathroom with a hand over her mouth, gagging after I’d emptied my load on her tongue. It wasn’t like I could do the same if they were over aroused, why the hell should they get away with it?

  ‘Ok, my turn now,’ came her voice as I finally opened my eyes, to find her already lying on her back on the bed, her head propped up by two pillows, her legs parted inviting me in. I grinned as I saw the seriously damp patch on the purple lace hiding her sweet centre. No, her sexual need for me wasn’t in question. I just had no idea if she even liked me. I shoved that thought to the back of my mind as I toed off my shoes, bent down to remove my socks and stepped out of my discarded trousers and boxers. I was hungry and I planned on eating her for as long as I could. I crawled up the bed with my eyes fixed firmly on the prize.

  Mandy

  I watched in awe as he came back down from his high, my eyes roving over his buffed to perfection body. Not one tattoo to mar his perfect skin or take away from any of those hard angled planes of muscle. It was hard to know what to focus on. His gorgeous face, broad chest and biteable nipples, that washboard stomach or his deliciously large and tasty cock. Some guys spunk tasted well funky, not Roger’s. No, Mr. Bloody Perfect even managed to get that right. I wondered if he drank lots of pineapple juice, with the specific aim of making it sweeter? No, no way he could. I was allergic to pineapple. It made my tongue numb and swollen. I stuck it out, trying to see the tip just in case, but ended up cross eyed, so I gently bit it and nearly cursed. Shit, that hurt. No, pineapple wasn’t the cause for sure. Unless it didn’t actually come out with his sperm. I frowned as I tried to remember my biology classes, but when I saw him coming out of his daze, all was forgotten.

  ‘Ok, my turn now,’ I called, beyond impatient to come. Christ, sitting on his lap in the lounge, trying not to show I was interested, as I tried to work out if he was, had been torture. If he’d just breathed on that spot on my neck, the one that had me reduced to a puddle on the floor if a guy was lucky enough to find it, I’d have come on the spot. Why was I so attracted to a guy who pissed me off and wound me up so much? His eyes glittered with evil intent and, aptly, rampant lust. Hmmm, rampant by name, rampant by nature, Roger, I thought. He crawled up the bed, his gorgeous thick cock hanging heavy as he made his way up between my legs, then made me shiver as he ran the tip of his tongue up the inside of my thigh. I moaned with delight as he rubbed his nose up and down my soaked knickers and inhaled sharply. God he was so damn dirty. I loved it!

  ‘Fuck,’ he growled, then made me scream as seconds later my knickers were in his hands completely shredded.

  ‘Oi, arsehole,’ I snapped. ‘Do you have any idea how much those cost me?’

  ‘Nothing compared to what I’m about to give you in return,’ he grinned. ‘And calling me arsehole has me revising my intention to eat out this sopping wet cunt of yours. Roll onto your stomach,’ he ordered, his face suddenly turning serious.

  ‘Why?’ I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

  ‘Do as you’re told,’ he warned, ‘and I’ll reward you.’ He hammered home his point by dipping his head and trailing his tongue through my swollen wet lips and lightly brushing my clit. I cried out and reached down to grab his head and drag him in closer. I wanted to throw him on his back, straddle and then ride his face. No one gave oral like him. Sadly, I’d not encountered anyone who did anything sexual like him. ‘Stomach now,’ he bit, slapping my hands away. I gave him my best scowl as I quickly did as I was told. This was humiliating, having him order me around, expecting my compliance, like some bloody Roger groupie. Which I totally was, but I didn’t want Mr. Detached to know that.

  ‘God,’ I cried, my eyes widening and fingers gripping the soft gold threaded comforter below me, as he lifted and parted the cheeks of my bottom and started licking my suddenly clenched rear entrance.

  ‘Relax, it’s not like I’m going to ram my cock up there without warning. Though I would like to fuck this tight backside of yours at some stage tonight.’

  ‘Like hell you will,’ I uttered with another scowl over my shoulder. His cock, up there? I’d never even done a poo that size and something coming out was totally natural. Going up? I may be adventurous, but I was a secret anal virgin.

  ‘Well who knew,’ he murmured as his tongue continued to circle and probe, making my eyes roll as I hissed in delight. Christ, it was sensitive back there, I had no idea. ‘Know it all Mandy’s scared of a bit of cock up her arse.’

  ‘So not,’ I bit back, lying through my back teeth, suddenly wondering where that expression came from.

  ‘So are,’ he retorted, making me tense again as I felt the tip of his finger against it.

  ‘Fine, I’ll let you fuck mine, if I can fuck yours,’ I retorted, gleefully. Ha, argue with that rationale Cockburn!

  ‘Fine,’ he replied calmly. ‘I’m all for anal play. Tongue, finger, butt plug, strap on. What would you like to use on me first, babe?’ he asked. I quickly flipped over onto my back to look at him stunned. His voice and face said that he was serious. A strap on?

  ‘You’re … you’re a bi-sexual?’ I uttered, completely shocked.

  ‘No!’ He let out a deep belly laugh that had the whole bed shaking. ‘I’ve never been interested in cock, but I appreciate the pleasure that having my arse fucked by a woman, by any of the methods mentioned, can bring. Fucking her, with a vibrating butt plug in each of us, is fucking incredible.’

  ‘Jesus,’ I whispered. ‘I thought I’d done it all.’

  ‘So you are an anal virgin,’ he nodded, with a surprisingly gentle smile at me. I cursed myself as I felt my cheeks betraying me. ‘So, let an experienced guy break you in, with just a tongue and finger first. I promise once you relax and give in to it, you’ll be wondering why you’ve never had a cock up there before.’

  ‘You hurt me and I’ll kill you,’ I warned.

  ‘I’ve no intention of ever hurting you, Mandy Roberts,’ he said quietly and sincerely. I held his gaze for a moment, wondering what he meant by that. For a moment it seemed like he was talking about something other than sex, as well as signalling it with his eyes. Just as I thought that, his face disappeared again and I cried his name out as his finger gently probed, while his tongue dipped lower inside me as another finger skilfully rubbed my clit. I buried my face in the side of the feather down pillow I was lying on, trying to muffle my sobs of unexpected pleasure. I bucked wildly as my first orgasm hit, barely having time to recover before he thrust two fingers inside me, then went to work on my clit with his teeth, lips and tongue. This time he didn’t object when my fingers reached down and pulled at the soft strands of his hair. Wow, where Chopin had a certain finesse in the art of finger fucking, Roger was aggressively raw, pumping hard, scooping out my juices and lapping at them like a man who’d been wandering in the desert for days. Tears poured down my cheeks as I tightened my thighs around his ears and thrashed my head in delight.

  ‘Yes, yes, O God, like that. Just like that. Don’t stop,’ I moaned, beyond happy that for once he didn’t respond vocally to my demands, but did as he was told. A wave of bliss crashed over me as I shuddered my way to another amazing climax, squeals of happiness, peppered with foul language, escaping my lips as he sat back on his haunches to smile down at me proudly. ‘Don’t … look … so … damn … smug,’ I moaned between pants for breath. ‘I made … you look like that … too.’

  ‘You did. You give great head.’
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  ‘You too,’ I mumbled, reluctant to repay the compliment and make his head swell any bigger.

  ‘A compliment from caustic Mandy, be still my beating heart,’ he mocked, holding his hands to his chest.

  ‘Are we going to fuck or are we going for one of our usual marathon bitching sessions?’ I enquired, trying to regulate my breathing.

  ‘We can’t do both? You know arguing with me and me insulting you gets you extra hot for me’ he retorted, jumping off the bed and disappearing to the en-suite. I grabbed one of the spare pillows and flung it after him. He turned around as it bounced off his pert un-virgin arse and gave me a seriously hot scowl. ‘Consequences to actions, Mandy Roberts,’ he stated before disappearing.

  ‘What the hell’s that supposed to mean?’ I yelled. One thing about a night with Roger, you could never anticipate what was coming. Other than the two of us, of course. I heard him meticulously washing his hands. Christ, the way he was going at it, he obviously watched too much Grey’s Anatomy and fancied himself as a surgeon scrubbing in. I wanted him going at me. I needed his cock inside me desperately. I grabbed another pillow and covered my face with it muffling a scream, letting out another as a pair of strong hands suddenly grabbed mine, forcing them together. I struggled as I felt something soft tighten around them, blinking against the light as the pillow was removed from my face and the softened night-time mood lighting hit my pupils. When I looked down he’d only tied my bloody wrists together with the dressing gown belt. ‘Great, you going to go all Christian on my arse now are you?’

  ‘All what?’ he asked, a puzzled frown on his face.

  ‘Where have you been living? Read a book sometime, why don’t you. Why the hell are my hands tied?’

  ‘Consequences. I remember how much you loved grabbing at my body and backside last time we fucked, so this is punishment for flinging an object at me.’

  ‘I only grabbed your flabby arse as you were moving at a geriatric pace on your bloody zimmer frame. I virtually had to fuck myself by hauling you in.’

  ‘I’ll show you geriatric pace, you’re going to feel sore for days by the time I’ve fucked you in all the positions I have in mind for tonight.’

  ‘I need my hands then, to help your old arthritic limbs manoeuvre you into any position other than being bloody lazy and lying on your back while I do all the work, again,’ I retorted.

  ‘I need that spare dressing gown belt to fucking gag you,’ he bit back. ‘Are you going to insult me all night or can we actually fuck?’

  ‘Hello, Mandy Roberts here. So not the kind of girl who wants to be asked if it’s ok to fuck. I prefer a man who just …’ I was halted in my tracks as his hands clasped my face and he shoved his skilled tongue in my mouth, making me moan with delight. He didn’t kiss gently, he was aggressive and demanding and my body reacted instantly. My back arched as some of his fingers found their way down to my clit again, pinching and rolling it as I did my best to kiss him back with as much vigour, without the aid of my hands to pull his mouth down onto mine. His free hand cupped the back of my head as he lay next to me, grinding his erection into my hip. God I wanted to touch him, to feel those abs and trace a line from one hip to another through that V of his, with my fingers and my tongue. His lips broke away from mine and moved to my neck. Damn him, he’d found the spot. I writhed on the bed as I moaned softly, never knowing what was coming next as he suckled, bit and licked, then kissed gently, then forcefully. He slid down the bed, applying those lips of wonder to my aching nipples. ‘Sweet Jesus,’ I moaned, lifting my cuffed wrists to slip over his head.

  ‘No.’ His words came harshly as he slipped his hand from under my head, grabbed my wrists and slammed them up above my head onto the pillow. I closed my eyes and groaned inwardly. This was hot. Restrained by a sexy alpha male, who seemed intent on making me come as many times as possible. Why couldn’t all men be like this? Without the arsey, arrogant, obnoxious and crude side, that was?

  ‘Yes,’ I breathed as he bit my nipple, sucking it so forcefully I worried it would bruise, but the sense of pleasure it saturated my body with was worth it. I felt myself tense as another orgasm started to build inside me as he worked my clit and nipple over simultaneously. I was in Heaven. ‘O, O, Ooooo,’ I whined, my fingers finding his and squeezing them tightly as I came again.

  ‘Christ you’re so wet again,’ he mused, licking his way back up to my throat and taking it in his teeth and gently squeezing. ‘You taste better than my whisky, I could get drunk on you. You have no idea how fucking hot it is, that I made you as wet as this.’

  ‘Don’t flatter yourself, I can look at a cucumber and create a tidal wave down there I’m that horny all the time.’

  ‘Hmmm, cucumber. I like that idea,’ he murmured against my lips as our mouths smashed together again. What was he saying about cucumbers? He wanted some kind of Pimms cocktail? I felt his body move to smother mine, his knees shoving mine apart.

  ‘Condom,’ I managed to mumble, between tangles of our tongues.

  ‘Fuck they’re in my suite,’ he groaned.

  ‘Jesus,’ I muttered. No way was I waiting for him to get dressed and disappear, by the time he got back the moment would be lost. If he came back at all. ‘I’m clean, are you?’

  ‘Yes,’ he replied, pulling back to look at me curiously.

  ‘Then don’t fuck about, fuck me bareback.’

  ‘What about …’

  ‘Implant, you’re safe,’ I interrupted, knowing what he was about to ask. He didn’t need any more encouragement and I screamed as he dove balls deep inside me, in one hard, sharp, penetrating thrust. He stilled for a moment, his breathing against my lips harsh, hot and heavy. I whimpered and shifted positions to accommodate him. Even with all the lubrication he’d thoughtfully encouraged, this was bordering on painful.

  But so damn good.

  ‘Fuck me, hard,’ I ordered, nodding my consent. I cried out again, shunted up the bed each time he slammed his pelvis against mine. I had stars and zigzags of colours in my eyes as I lost myself in a totally impeccable fuck by Mr. Rampant himself. It had been a long time since I’d had anyone bare inside me. It felt so good.

  ‘Jesus, you feel incredible,’ he gasped, reiterating my own thoughts. I nodded and lifted my head, pursing my lips as I kissed him again, biting and sucking on his lower lip. Why couldn’t all sex be this good I wondered, as the two of us eventually exploded in a perfectly timed, sweaty bodied, mutual orgasm and his heavy form collapsed on top of mine as he panted in my ear. ‘I could fuck you all night, Mandy Roberts,’ he sighed.

  ‘Do it then,’ I replied, feeling brave and seizing the moment.

  ‘Don’t tempt me.’

  ‘I’m not tempting, I’m offering. Stay, fuck me until I pass out. If Brady rings it doesn’t matter where you are.’

  ‘I guess not,’ he confirmed, kissing that spot on my neck again, before levering himself off me. ‘Hungry?’

  ‘I could eat something,’ I nodded. ‘Assuming these have been untied,’ I reminded him, holding my wrists in the air. He just chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me as he picked up the tablet, tapping on it a few times as I scanned his powerful shoulder muscles. He really had the body and stamina worthy of an Olympian athlete. Seeing him naked, you’d never picture he was an architect.

  ‘Miss Roberts,’ came Gaston’s voice. ‘How may I assist you this evening?’

  ‘Actually it’s … Miss Roberts’ companion. Is it too late to order room service?’

  ‘Certainly not, Sir. For guests in the Signature suite you have the additional luxury of ordering off menu.’

  ‘So I can order anything and you’ll have it delivered?’ Roger asked.

  ‘Anything, Sir, food or otherwise.’

  I listened as he placed two orders for my favourite deluxe cheeseburgers and curly fries. I took in a surprised breath, amazed he remembered what I liked, then frowned when he ordered a bowl of vanilla ice cream. I hated the stuff.
I shoved his shoulder, interrupting his request for some water with lemon slices. He looked back at me over his shoulder with a rakishly sexy raised eyebrow.

  ‘I hate vanilla ice cream.’

  ‘Who said you were going to eat any?’ he asked, his eyes slowly scanning my naked body, glowing from our session minutes ago.

  ‘Oooo,’ I grinned with a nod as I got his intentions. ‘Order plenty then.’

  ‘Make that a tub of ice cream please,’ Roger asked with a wink at me, making me giggle.

  ‘Is there anything else I can get you, Sir?’ Gaston asked.

  ‘Yes please, I’d like a whole slender cucumber and a bottle of anal lubricant please,’ he asked, without a waver in his voice. My mouth dropped open as I was momentarily shocked into silence. Had he really just said that out loud? To old Gaston.

  ‘Certainly, Sir. Any preference on length of the cucumber? And would you like that peeled or au naturale?’

  ‘A good nine inches and most definitely au naturale,’ Roger replied, as I cringed and closed my eyes, embarrassment wrapping around me and squeezing me in a vice like grip.