Poker Posse 1: Looking at Rose (12 page)

Every word sent heat into Rose’s cheeks as she relived the taste of him in her mouth earlier. The heat, the smell, the way his girth stretched her lips as she employed every bit of information she’d read over the years about fellatio spurred her arousal higher even as Ibraham increased the speed of his fingers inside her. She turned her head, arching up against him, needing more even as the silk around her wrists kept her from touching him. The sight of his body dwarfing hers was reflected in the mirrored wall between the tall windows that overlooked the front of the shops.

“Please. Oh God please, Ibraham.” Her voice was hoarse with need, desperate for something she knew he refused her.

“What, Rose?”

With a turn of her head, Rose looked down her body at him, wanting more. “Please fuck me.”

Ibraham surged upward, his gaze locked with hers, his mouth hovering above her mouth, the fingers inside her still. “You pleased me, Rose. And this is your reward for swallowing without my asking you to, but I’ll not fuck you. Not yet.”

His mouth covered hers, and the digits inside her picked up the pace, thrusting deep and hard, scraping over nerves and hot spots that made Rose squirm and cry out. Then it happened. The tightness winding through her belly and loins snapped, releasing waves of pleasure along every limb, through every bone and muscle until nothing mattered but the next crest, the next breath, and the taste of herself on Ibraham’s tongue in her mouth.

Long minutes later, Rose shivered and slowly returned to her body, her arms and legs aching, but in a pleasantly satisfied way. She blinked open her eyes to find Ibraham lying beside her in the bed, his hand covering her sex, his attention on the mirror over them. Her own fascination with their reflection couldn’t be ignored. His skin was dark against hers as if he spent hours nude in the sun.

The binding on her wrists had been removed, and she tentatively reached out her left hand to explore the hair-covered expanse of his muscular chest and firm abdomen with her fingers.

“What is Jake Boudreaux to you?”

That surprised her. “You know Jake?”

Ibraham rolled onto his side and propped himself on an elbow to grin down at her. “He paid me a visit before going to your shop this morning.” He eased his fingers back, then forward. “He’s not a lover, so why would he take the time to warn me off?”

Rose wriggled against the sheets, her body stirring to life, tingling for him to move faster, harder, at the same time her mind spun with the implications of Jake talking to Ibraham. “He’s a friend. Almost a brother.” She rocked her hips upward, trying to impale herself on his digits, needing more.

“Did he always try to run off your boyfriends?” Ibraham lowered his head and nuzzled her ear. He shifted his weight, pinning her to the mattress so she couldn’t move.

“I didn’t have boyfriends for him or the others to run off. Not when they were around or after they left.” Remembering how Jake and Nick and Harlen had left her behind cooled the arousal within her.

“They?”

This was the third time the guys had been mentioned to her in as many days. She wondered if Fate was trying to tell her something. “Nick Lipton and Harlen Krikkel. Norah’s and Ellie’s brothers. They hung out with Jake, and I tagged along after them.”

“Why them and not their sisters?”

Her body tensed, then relaxed into the bed. “Because they liked fishing and mud forts and working on cars. They didn’t expect me to play with Barbies and tea sets.”

He seemed to think about it. “Your father was a mechanic, wasn’t he?”

Rose nodded. “JR Automotive. He let me help out in the shop as soon as I could tell the difference between a torque wrench and socket wrench. When Jake bought a broken-down Harley, Daddy, the guys, and I spent six months stripping it down to the frame and rebuilding it.”

“And you never fantasized about them? Wondered what they would be like as lovers?”

She couldn’t contain the giggle that bubbled up. “If you’re asking if I thought they were hot, the answer is yes. I’m not blind. And I had plenty of girls trying to be nice to me to get closer to them, but the guys were just my friends. They never harassed me about what I wore and didn’t mind that by the time I was fourteen and they’d joined the marines, I stood almost as tall as them.”

“And none of them ever—”

She groaned. “No. Why would they?”

The grin lifting Ibraham’s lips was wickedly carnal. The flare of heat in his gaze and the motions of his fingers between her thighs inched her inner mercury higher. “Oh, I can imagine the way you’d look bent over a car engine.” He slipped one hand under her bottom and squeezed an ample cheek. “This sweet, round ass barely covered by cutoffs, a tight tank top showing off your hard nipples. Your daddy in the office working on the books while you and the boys are getting sweaty just feet away.”

The words built images in her mind. Thoughts she’d never entertained when she was younger. She shook her head, but he kept talking.

“Mmm hmm, can you feel them as they strip off your clothes? One of them on each arm, supporting your bent-over position, their hands playing with your breasts, pinching your nipples.”

A low, throaty moan slipped from her lips as she closed her eyes, sinking into the fantasy of his words. She could feel the oil-and-grease-scented air like a moist blanket against her skin, a firm hand on one breast, the nip and suction of a mouth on the other.

The fingers inside her increased their pace, thrusting in and out in rhythm with the weight of his hard cock against her belly. “Behind you, you can feel him, your friend. His prick is hard, ready for you right before he pushes in. Filling that tight little socket of yours with the perfect plug.”

Body quivering on the edge of climax, Rose gasped as calloused fingers covered her mouth. Her eyes flew open, but the sight of the man over her barely registered.

“Shh. You can’t let your father hear. Not before they all have their turn.”

Pleasure and heat bathed her insides as passion uncoiled in steady pulsing waves. She was there, in the fantasy he’d concocted. With Ibraham. The metal of the car’s grill digging into her thighs; the gritty smell of grease and engine parts; the faint whiff of gasoline, and the heady musk of hot, sweaty sex. She could see exactly what he was saying. But it wasn’t her friends in the dimly lit garage. It was only Ibraham and her.

Above her, she felt him tense. His eyes squeezed shut, and the warm splash of his cum bathed her belly and the undersides of her breasts. A low purr rumbled in his chest as his body slowly relaxed. He eased off her and onto his back beside her, then met her gaze in the mirror over them.

“You would look good at the club.”

A shiver went through Rose. Ibraham rolled onto his side and rose on an elbow to gaze down at her. He tugged the edge of the sheet up and carefully wiped the semen off her body. The intensity of his look froze her in place. Any inclination to push for more from him tonight was immediately quelled. Her mind spun, her focus on a single image and the heat within her reignited. “In your cage?”

He nodded. “Yes. I want to play with you in my cage for all the world to see. Jake and his friends, perhaps even your mother if she were to walk into the club.”

Despite the scene he’d described, the thought of baring herself to Jake, Nick, and Harlen didn’t disturb her, but Rose’s mind cringed at the thought of her mother seeing her bound inside the black wrought iron bars. Nude. “I-I’m not sure…”

A gentle smile lifted his lips, and he pressed a kiss to her brow. “I know. That is why I want you to think about it. Talk to your friends, the ones who are familiar with the club and what goes on there.” He lowered his hand so it caressed the slope of her breast, nudging aside her arm until his fingers could tease her nipple back to life. “To take your time, Rose. I want you to be sure.”

Rose moaned; it was insane how easily he played her body. A simple touch had her senses stirring again, the heat pooling in her center and spreading out to simmer just under her skin. “I have. I will.”

He lifted his head, removing his lips from the delicate nibbling of her breasts to answer. “Mmm. Yes, you will.” A flash of emotion she couldn’t read entered his gaze, then was gone before he asked her, “Are you regretting it?”

Rose arched close, rubbing her pussy against the hair-roughened skin of his thigh, her thoughts slowly scattering as the sensations in her body took over. She shook her head. “No. But I wish you’d quit teasing and hurry up a bit.”

He settled his lips over hers and whispered, “No hurrying things, pet. I’m going to make you come on my fingers, then in my mouth before I decide if you’re ready to go further.”

“Can’t I just—”

“No, Rose. I’m the dominant here. Nothing more happens until I say it does. Am I clear?” His look and tone had no give.

Even as she resented his determination, a buzz of excitement made her skin tingle. She didn’t doubt what she wanted, but she could see the logic in thinking things over. She didn’t hide the pout from him when she nodded. “Yes, Ibraham.”

“Good. Now, spread those pretty thighs, my sweet, so I can get your pussy used to my attention.”

Rose complied, parting her thighs and arching into his touch as his fingers lowered to tangle in the curls covering her soft mound. His lips captured hers, drowning her in a whirlwind of taste and touch and smell that deepened her addiction to everything that was uniquely Ibraham.

It took more concentration than normal for Rose to focus on the miniature cupcakes. She couldn’t blame Ari’s presence for the distraction despite the way her friend squirmed and wriggled on the high stool, as if she couldn’t quite get comfortable. Nope, her inability to pay attention rested squarely on her own shoulders and the decision she’d been wrestling with for the last five days. Not to mention the private lessons Ibraham had given her.

Ari shifted on her seat again, a grimace twisting her lips for a moment before she grinned at the tiny yellow chick Rose was creating. “Are these for Mirrie’s baby shower?”

“Yes, Miss Ants-In-Her-Pants. What is the issue, Ari, you can’t stay still more than two seconds.”

A flush filled Ari’s cheeks, and she dropped her gaze to her lap.

Knowing there was definitely some juicy information her friend hadn’t shared, Rose pushed. “Did you hear something about Mirrie?”

Last Rose had heard, Riley and Mirabeth were secluded on the small farm he’d bought outside Magnolia. Mirabeth had called Rose and their friends and assured them she was fine. She’d also confirmed the baby shower was still a go, but that Riley would be there so they might need a few more treats since he had a wicked sweet tooth. Miss Mabel had been watching Mirrie’s shop.

“No, she hasn’t called since the morning after we all went to the Omen.”

“Then is it Norah? I know she and Miss Betty Jo aren’t seein’ eye to eye about Jake bein’ back.” After the sexy foursome scene Ibraham had whispered to her, Rose was kind of glad she hadn’t seen Jake in the last four days.

Ari shook her head. “No, it’s not Norah. And before you ask, it isn’t Ellie either.”

“Then why can’t you sit still for two seconds?”

Ari glared at her and hopped off the stool. “Because my butt hurts.”

Rose laughed. “You finally got your sexy dom to spank you?”

Ari blushed. “And more.”

Rose set the last of the cupcakes in the refrigerator. She wasn’t going to get any more finished now, not when there was information to pull out of Ari. While she cleaned up the decorating materials, she asked, “What more?”

A long, slow sigh issued from Ari’s lips, and a blissful expression suffused her face. “You know.” She eased back onto her stool with a wince that quickly smoothed out.

Rose couldn’t help it. She leaned forward and waggled her eyebrows. “You mean
it
?”

Ari laughed and nodded. “Oh yes. Lots and lots of
it
.”

Rose pulled up a stool. “No wonder you can’t sit down. How did he act when he found out?”

“Found out?”

It was clear to Rose that Ari knew what she meant, so she gave a hurry-up gesture with her hand. “That you’ve never…”

The blush on her friend’s cheeks deepened. “No comment.”

“Did you tell him before?”

Ari shook her head and grimaced, shifting on the stool with a groan. “I lied.”

The uncomfortable look on Ari’s face and the restless way she fidgeted on her seat made Rose wonder if the owner of the BDSM club used more than words to express his feelings about Ari withholding the truth of her virginity from him. “Do you regret not telling him?”

“No.” Ari’s answer was quick and resolute.

Rose motioned to the way she moved on her seat. “Are you sore because of the sex?” The fleeting thought that perhaps she should have done the same with Ibraham arose but was just as quickly squelched. The last few nights with Ibraham had taught her more about her body and how it could bring him pleasure than any book ever could. If she’d prevaricated about her experience, she’d have missed out on so much. Not that she didn’t ache to be with Ibraham, to have him make love to her completely.

The red in Ari’s cheeks grew brighter. “Yes and no.”

“Yes and no?”

Ari leaned close. “I went back that night.”

It took a moment for Rose to figure out Ari meant the night they’d all gone to the club together for the first time. “You went back to see Master Damian? When?”

Ari nodded. “As the club was closing.”

“Wasn’t that dangerous?”

The grimace on Ari’s face was more exasperation than disgust. “I didn’t think so, but Master Damian was not pleased.”

In addition to Ibraham’s instruction, Rose had gone through several books about the lifestyle in the last few days and read online about safety procedures that stressed letting someone know where and when a person was going to play with a new partner. It was easy to see why Ari seemed chagrined. “You didn’t tell anyone you were going back to the club, did you?”

“No.”

Not only had Rose been researching the lifestyle, but she’d done some online searches about several of the dominants at the Omen. She’d even found information about Jake and Ibraham. What she’d learned about Master Damian pointed toward his unwavering belief in always being safe. “Master Damian didn’t like that, did he?”