Page 20 of Desperate Measures
“As long as the involved parties are for it, yes.” His eyes glinted over his merry smile. “As well as bondage, dominance, erotic spankings…and other things.”
Toni swallowed, but she’d been told Kalquorian sex was adventurous. Her stomach twisted in nervousness, but she noted it wasn’t an unpleasant anxiety.
Cool your jets. Don’t you think sex with three men is enough excitement for now?
“Let’s not get too crazy, okay? I’m the prude who’s had only four lovers, all human, remember?”
“I get the feeling you aren’t a prude in the least. You just haven’t had the opportunity or the right people to explore. But yes, we’ll keep it simple tonight.” Feru glanced pointedly at his clanmates.
“Of course. But if you should feel the urge to broaden your horizons…” Imon allowed the offer to hang.
“I’ll let you know.”
“Then let’s see how simple you like it.”
Imon gathered her in his arms. She had a moment to think how big those arms were, how easily he could crush her, then he kissed her.
There was nothing tentative about it. Toni had been kissed her share, and the first was always a gentle exploration…usually a shy introduction, as a matter of fact. As if her new romantic partner was asking permission to do so, no matter how obvious her signals had been it was to be a passionate encounter.
Imon’s kiss had no coy inhibition. His lips were firm, hungry, moving on hers in demand she accept his lust. It surprised her into a gasp, and he took advantage of her parted lips. His tongue, pleasantly rough, swept in to claim hers, to taste her.
Toni shot from slightly nervous anticipation to raw yearning in an instant. She was abruptly aware of her breasts against his hard chest, of how his grip molded her waist to his iron torso, of rigidness pressing her lower stomach that his uniform’s armored crotch couldn’t quite mask. He wanted her and made no attempt to hide it. His palm smoothed down her spine to her ass and pressed her closer to his desire.
His blatant lust left her dizzy. Her strength melted in a violent rush of yearning. She’d never known such a desire to yield to any man, but the longing to do so to this Kalquorian swamped her senses. She clung to him, her arms slung around his thick neck in a desperate grip. Everything but Imon disappeared from her consciousness.
He wasn’t rough, but there was no mistaking the demand she surrender as he continued to plunder her mouth and pull her into himself. Surrender, she did. She had no choice.
He broke the kiss and swept her up in his arms. Toni was conscious they traded the night on the balcony for the deeper black of her bedroom. She was also aware of her tingling lips, the ghost of his kiss imprinted on them.
Then she was lying on her back, his deep, hulking shadow looming above her. He’d laid her on her bed, crossways so her legs draped over the side. He descended on her, a mythological god claiming a trembling mortal he’d sighted from Mount Olympus and lusted for.
Who the hell needs to roleplay when you have a man like this? He’s fantasy incarnate. It was her sole lucid thought before he kissed her anew.
It wasn’t merely the taste of his tongue as he devoured her. His weight pressed on her, an erotic pressure asserting his power. He shifted against her, the friction igniting her senses. Her arms and legs, of their own volition, circled him so she could writhe in response.
He kissed the entirety of her face, not merely pecking but truly kissing. She felt the warm darts of his tongue as he sampled the skin of her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her chin. Then came the hardness of his teeth as nipped…not painfully, but most definitely excitingly…along her jawline to her earlobe.
Then he nuzzled the side of her neck. He lifted from her, allowing space for his hands to run along her collarbone, her breasts, her torso. They climbed up again, once more far from gentle but firm in demand. Toni gasped to be touched as if he had the authority to command her.
Is this what I want? To be taken as if he has every right to do so? The wet warmth escaping her pussy insisted she did. Imon made her previous lovers seem weak, and he’d barely started. Her mind reeled at the realization.
Cool air chased after where his mouth wandered. As he tasted her collarbone, then nuzzled between her breasts, she realized he was easing her blouse open along the front. He didn’t attempt to remove her bra; he merely shoved it up to get at the bared mounds.
His fingers plucked already taut nipples, and she cried out at the jolt of sheer delight arrowing straight to her clit. Her pleasure rang loud a second time when his hot mouth descended, sucking the peak in deep.
A second mouth claimed hers before she’d finished voicing her enjoyment. Her senses scrambled, confused ecstasy reigning for a few seconds. She finally remembered Feru and Wovir’s presences. Which man kissed her at the moment, she couldn’t have said. All she knew was clamoring arousal weakened her more to their hungers.
Some part of the edge of her mind, somehow retaining cognizance of her situation, whispered even if she wanted to say the Kalquorian word Imon had given her, the word she couldn’t quite remember now, she wouldn’t be able to speak.
Again, no pain…but she felt mauled as the pair enjoying her devoured her mouth and breasts. Her pussy clamored for its share of attention, soaking the crotch of her panties so she was certain her pants must be wet as well. Her senses riveted where the men kissed and sucked and where she wanted them most, as if she were a collection of sensual bits and pieces. In those small parts where she existed, she’d never been so alive. So awake. So there.
Then Imon traveled down, licking and nipping a path. Toni became aware her fingers had buried in his thick hair, no longer pinned under his weight as he shifted. Such luxurious silkiness, so different from her own cotton candy curls that fluffed around her head.
Thoughts of hair fled as the man who’d been kissing her…instinct claimed it was Feru, though the room’s dimness and his position made it too hard to see…moved down to claim the breasts Imon had given up. The Dramok was now nuzzling her navel, so close to where she ached to have him.
Another pair of firm lips pressed hers. Teeth closed on her lower lip and tugged, prompting her to open for the third man’s dizzying kiss as rough hands framed her face and held her prisoner. Had the other two kissed her with such devastating thoroughness? She was no longer sure as Wovir plundered voracious and insistent.
Feru was no slouch as he devoted himself to her breasts. His kisses rained on them steadily, then his tongue flicked the rigid tips until she attempted to squirm…an impossibility under the men’s combined weight, though they were careful to keep from squashing her. The Imdiko gave himself over to sucking, the soft sounds loud between her helpless moans.
