After You by Ophelia Bell Page B

feels like to sink your hard cock into my ass and fuck me?”
    He growled and sat up, squeezing her tighter. His arms flexed with the effort of lifting her slight weight and slamming it down again on his cock. She only grinned in response to his violent treatment, wrapping herself tighter around him.
    “Tell me how you’d do it,” she murmured into his ear.
    “I could show you right now.”
    “Tell me.” She leaned in and nibbled on his lower lip.
    “I’d get you good and wet first. Then coat my finger with that juice and slide it into your tight little asshole.” He slipped a hand further back and found his target, still slippery from his earlier attention, and pressed against it.
    “Not so quick.” She grabbed his hand and pulled it away.
    “Fuck, woman, just give me a little taste. Compromise.”
    “I’ll compromise.” Her pussy clenched around him. “If you want that little taste, you have to go first.”
    “What, like pegging?” He tried to picture her with a strap-on but the image didn’t hold.
    “No. Let me watch you get fucked. By him.”
    He grunted in incomprehension, groaning when she slowed, then stopped moving. He buried his face against her neck. “Explain it to me. I guess I’m a little slow.”
    Her lips tickled his ear and she moved again, bracing her hands on his shoulders and fucking so slowly he thought he might go mad.
    “I’ve seen how Maddox looks at you. I think you secretly enjoy it, too. I get wet thinking about watching him fuck you. Let me have that and you can do whatever you want to me. Anything.”
    He chuckled in disbelief. “I don’t think he’s gay.”
    “He isn’t. He looks at me the same way.”
    Frustrated by her erratic fucking he flipped her over and sank his cock deeper into her. His previous anger returned and he took it out on her in the only way he was able to focus on at the moment: by fucking her harder.
    Amid grunts of pleasure he asked, “So you want him to fuck us both? You’re one demented woman, you know that?”
    “All I know is I want it. I’m pretty sure he wants it. And I’d like you to want it, too.”
    “Hell no.” His asshole squeezed tighter at the idea until her slender fingertip slipped between his cheeks and probed.
    “You want it,” she insisted, breathless.
    He could tell she was so close to orgasm again by the tightening of her muscles around him. She cried out, grinding hard against him. On cue, his ass relaxed and her finger slipped inside, the familiar penetration so acutely focused it was like she’d flipped a ‘come now’ switch. A loud yell escaped his throat as he thrust hard once more, the hot stream of his come pulsing into her.
    With a sigh, he collapsed beside her, drifting off and hoping she would drop the subject.
    “You want it and you know it,” she whispered. “I just don’t know what you want more, to have his cock buried in your ass or to have yours in mine.”
    “Crazy talk.” He dismissed her suggestion as he drifted off. But in his dreams he found himself in the embrace of the only man he considered his equal, and his dream self wanted it so much he woke up hard again.

Chapter Two
    Frontiers
    The seedy underbelly of the Los Angeles crime world was home for Lazaro, the men money-hungry killers and the women beautiful liars to the core. Celeste had always been above it, so far beyond his reach any effort to grasp her would have been be futile. The daughter of the one of the city’s most prominent drug lords wasn’t someone a man should be overt about pursuing. Besides, he may as well have tried to pull down the moon and fuck it for all the attention she’d ever given him at first. Then the moon had come to him one heavenly night. She’d shown up at his door with a split lip and a torn dress, the angriest he’d ever seen her. He hadn’t thought twice about agreeing to kill the man who had done it to her, and would’ve done it again even if she hadn’t offered herself to him afterward.
    Now