and try to shove up off the bed.
In other words, helpless, because there was no budging him.
The feel of both her jeans and underwear being dragged down her legs had her gasping for air, her heart racing. Holy crap, it was truly scary how easy this was for him—and madly exciting, in a sick, twisted way that made her nipples prickle and tighten in her bra. The cute little zippered boots she was wearing made her jeans bunch around her ankles, stymying her attempts to kick him, especially when he put a foot down on the floor between her knees and leaned against the bed.
“There’s that pretty little ass,” he crooned, running his calloused palm over her cheeks and making AJ rear instinctively against the hand holding her down. When he slid his fingers down between her legs, she gasped and tried to press them together but his leg was in the way. There was no hiding the evidence of her arousal—from either him or Mandy. His fingers made all kinds of wet sounds as they probed her sensitive folds.
When he grazed over her swollen clit, she couldn’t hold back a gasp, and then a groan as he did it again. And then again and again—just light passes that tightened her nipples along with everything in her abdomen. The torturous teasing made her pant and arch her hips, straining for firmer contact.
“Oh God, please,” she cried into the quilt, breathing in the scent of the JC Penney store where she’d bought it as she twisted handfuls of the fabric in her fists.
“You have no idea how tempting you are right now, Ariel,” Hake growled. “I could be inside you in less than a second and coming in less than a minute, that’s how fucking hot you are.”
AJ whimpered. By tacit agreement, they’d always stayed away from intercourse, both vaginal and anal, and she’d always been kind of relieved because she didn’t do that kind of intimacy casually. But right now all she wanted to do was throw caution to the wind and scream at him to just do it—
But not without Brent and Joe. Dammit.
“You want to come, Ariel?”
“Yes!”
He didn’t even say anything, just pressed harder as he repeatedly rounded her clit with his fingertips, and suddenly she was there, the knot of tension in her stomach exploding into waves of sensation that made scream into the quilt as they rolled over her.
She was still twitching when he slid his fingers deep into her pussy. Shocked at the sudden invasion, she tried to twist out of his hold, but he pushed her into the mattress and fucked her gently but with relentless purpose, jacking the tension in her belly back up to impossible levels within seconds. “Come again for me, Ariel,” he ordered.
He dragged his thumb over her clit until she bucked and screamed again, wracked with the spasms of a harder orgasm. And he kept pumping right through them. “Again, Ariel. I want you all swollen and dripping when I get my dick into you for the first time.”
“Oh God,” she whimpered, her body on fire—clit, nipples, palms, face…
His fingers curved harder against her pubic bone, his thumb making constant firm contact with her clit, and she screeched and sobbed, trying to get away even as orgasm gripped her again.
“There we go.” He shoved his fingers deep and held them there until the contractions had waned to twitches again, then withdrew. AJ was nothing but a puddle when he rolled her onto her back, and when she pried open her eyelids enough to smile up at him, she was thrilled to see his face was hard and flushed with arousal.
The smile he gave her in return was wicked. “And now I might need a little help from my henchmen.”
Her eyes were suddenly wide open. “Henchmen?”
Chapter Four
Brent’s boner was going to kill him before this scene was over. Ariel was cute as fuck, looking around for henchmen in her post-orgasmic stupor. Apparently she hadn’t noticed when he and Joe came in.
Hake nodded at them. “Strip her and hold her down, boys.”
Ariel tipped