Nauti Intentions

His tongue licked through the cleft, a quick, hard stroke that had her gasping and lifting to get closer to him.



She felt his fingers, easing below, spreading her juices from her cleft to the tiny opening of her rear.



He didn’t push inside her, just teased her. Pressed and made her want more. She had never imagined wanting this, until now. Until Alex—as fantasies drifted through her mind during the day, wondering just how much of his sexuality her lover was holding back.



“The taste of your pussy makes me insane.” The rough vibration of his voice against her clit had her jerking, gasping.



She rolled her nipples, her back arched, her head lolled against the pillow. The pleasure. Sweet, sweet heaven, so much pleasure.



“I’m going to fuck your ass until you’re screaming for me, Janey,” he warned her.



“Alex.” She was ready to scream already, as two fingers pressed inside her vagina, working in, screwing against the sensitive muscles and stroking them erotically.



She could come now. Just a little bit more. Just the right stroke.



“Oh, that’s not a scream, baby.” The primal sound of his voice was a caress by itself. “But you’re going to scream.”



His fingers pulled back, coaxing her juices from her, letting them ease along her flesh to her rear. Lifting one leg, he pressed her foot to his shoulder, and the fingers of his other hand were pressing against the other entrance.



He was playing with her. Playing her body. His lips were on her clit, licking around it, providing just enough pressure to make her completely insane, as two fingers thrust inside her sex again. They worked inside her, twisted, stroked a spot inside her so ultrasensitive that she lost her breath.



As she gasped, she felt a slick, cool finger slide inside her rear. Just that easy. It pushed against the tiny opening as heat burned through her nerve endings.



“Oh God! Alex. Alex.” She was chanting his name as the finger pulled free of her.



“Sweet and hot. Your ass is so tight, Janey. When I take it, it’s going to feel as though every part of you is filled with me.”



When his fingers returned, they were slicker, cooler. The heavy lubrication was eased just inside her.



Then his lips pursed over her clit, and two fingers from the other hand pushed inside her pussy again.



Deep.



She inhaled roughly and the finger at her rear slid inside again. He repeated it. Moving back, lubricating his fingers, sliding one inside her as he pushed two deep into her vagina and he tormented her clit with his lips, his tongue.



Janey could feel perspiration building on her skin now. The flames burning inside her were racing, licking over her body as he continued to push her higher, stroking her deeper.



The next time he penetrated her rear, there were two fingers. The burn grew, the pleasure became mindless. When he eased three fingers inside her ass, she was bucking against him, her head thrashing, her fingers digging into the blankets rather than playing with her nipples.



His tongue was a demon of pleasure as it licked around and over her clit. The fingers in her pussy were torturous, ecstatic. She was lost in so many sensations—pleasure, pain—feeling them burn inside her until she was begging for more.



“There, baby.” There was something in his voice as he eased from her then. “Come here. Turn over for me, love.”



Love. He called her love. He didn’t love her, but he called her love.



Excitement, pleasure, and need a vicious heat searing her, Janey let him guide her. She rolled to her stomach, coming to her knees for him, feeling his hands easing over the cheeks of her rear.



“Almost ready, sweet love,” he crooned, his fingers pressing against her opening again, lubricating her more. “Ah, Janey, you’re going to kill me. I want you so fucking bad. Right here.”



She stilled. She could feel her juices easing from her vagina, and the thick, swollen cock head Alex thrust against her back opened her.



“Slow and easy, darlin’,” he whispered, pressing the cheeks of her ass apart. “We go slow and easy.



Breathe in for me. Deep, Janey.”



She breathed in and nearly shattered. She felt him pushing inside her, stretching her, hot and throbbing as unbreached tissue began to burn, nerve endings rioting with sensation.



Janey could feel the scream building in her lungs.



“Inhale, baby.” His hand smoothed down her back as he stilled behind her. “Slow and deep. Now.



Janey.”



She inhaled, then a wail tore from her as she felt the heavy, tight muscles stretching open for him.



He stopped. She could feel him behind her, breathing hard. Deep. She could feel his muscles straining, the edge of his control disintegrating.



“Ah God, you’re so fucking tight,” he breathed out roughly. “Milking my dick like the hottest fist in the world.”



“Alex. Alex, what do I do?” She cried out at the wild, unrelieved hunger clawing at her now. “I can’t stand it. Please.”



His hand landed on the side of her ass. A brief, light little slap that felt too good. Too hot.



“Breathe in. Deep. Every time you breathe in, I can go deeper.” He panted. “Breathe. God, Janey, I have to fuck you. Breathe, damn you.”



She breathed in, inhaling when she wanted to exhale on a scream as the head of his cock popped past the tight ring of muscles that would have held him back.



Then she screamed. Or she tried to scream. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. He was working inside her in slow, easy thrusts that pushed him deeper, deeper inside her, until she felt the slap of his balls against her pussy.



“Son of a bitch,” he cursed behind her.



She felt moisture drip to her back, knew he was sweating. She was moist with perspiration. Dying for more.



“Touch your pussy,” he ordered roughly, his hands clamping on her hips. “Fuck yourself with your fingers now, Janey. Let me feel you riding your fingers, because I’ll be damned if I’m going to last long.”



She was crying, begging. She pushed a hand between her legs and buried two fingers inside her sex, immediately clenching, tightening on them as he jerked behind her and pushed in deeper.



“Fuck. Fuck.” His voice was harsh. “Ah hell. Janey.”



She felt his control snap. She felt it in the hard grip on her hips, in the jerking motion of his hips. Then he was fucking her. Taking her ass with deep, powerful strokes as her fingers filled her pussy.



She could feel him. Every throbbing, heavy vein, every powerful inch of flesh stroking inside her. She felt it in the burning stretch, the driving thrusts. His control was gone, and her sense of reality exploded as her clit rubbed against her palm and her fingers stroked her pussy to orgasm.



She was screaming for him, feeling the orgasm that tore through her, quaking through her nerve endings, harder, deeper. Her release was so powerful, so vibrant, that she felt every hot spurt of his seed filling her rear. Each drop of his cum pumping inside her as she wailed out her pleasure.



She was crying, limp and trembling, shuddering with the after-math of a release so intense, so deep, she couldn’t seem to gather her shattered senses in order.



Alex still covered her, still filled her. His heavy, warm body was like a blanket over her, like a shield between her and the world, holding the pleasure inside her, keeping the warmth around her.



And she couldn’t stop shaking. She couldn’t stop tightening around him. Exhaustion seeped inside her, and yet she could feel adrenaline racing through her.



“Ah, baby. My Janey.” His voice was a low, sated rumble at her ear as he kissed her neck, the cheek turned to him. “My sweet love. So sweet. So fucking good.”



She gasped as he pulled back, easing from her.



“Come here, love.” He pulled her against him, his hands stroking down her back, over her arms as he held her against his chest. “There, darlin’. Just lay here.”



Alex couldn’t hold her tight enough, couldn’t get her close enough to his chest. His heart was beating in slow, heavy thumps, the release that had powered into her body having shaken him. The strength of it, feeling as though it jerked more than just his seed from him, had nearly destroyed him.



He needed to get up. He needed to clean her, clean himself, but he couldn’t let her go. He wrapped himself around her. He had to shelter her as close inside himself as he could get her.



And yet he could feel the need for more. It wasn’t sexual. It wasn’t physical. It didn’t make sense. But he knew he needed more.



SEVENTEEN



The cell phone ringing brought Natches awake. He stared blearily at the clock by the bed, then at the window. Hell, it wasn’t even fucking dawn yet.



Pulling the device off the nightstand, he checked the caller ID first. Unknown name and unknown number? That wasn’t possible. This was a DHS-equipped phone. It showed everything but what the caller ate last.



He flipped it open. “Yeah?”



He was already moving from the bed when the voice came over the connection.



“You have e-mail.” It was distorted. He knew the sound of electronic voice distortion. He pulled his jeans over his legs, zipped them, delaying as long as possible.



“Did you hear me?” Anger snapped across the line.



“Who is this?” He let his voice sound drowsy, sleepy.



“A friend,” the voice announced. “Check your e-mail. It’s important.” The voice cracked. “I wanted to be nice about this, but you have to see what she’s done to him.” There was a hint of tears in the voice.



Natches headed to his computer, feeling the hairs at the back of his neck lifting as Chaya moved from the bed.



“What are you talking about?” he asked the caller.



There was a tearful sniff. “Do you see?”



“Takes my computer a minute to boot up,” he stated.



That was a lie. The computer was on; a flick of the mouse and e-mail was up, complete with the attachment.



He opened it and felt his head explode. Behind him, Chaya gasped in shock and he couldn’t blame her.



There was more than one picture, but the first was enough. Natches couldn’t stand to look further. He couldn’t do it. The first one showed a curved feminine rear spread apart, pink and pretty, and filled with a thick, engorged cock.



He turned away, swallowing against the bile in his throat. Fuck, he knew who it was and he could feel an almost killing rage building inside him. That was Alex and Janey. Fuck. Fuck. That was his sister’s butt.



He was going to be sick. He was going to kill Alex.



He turned to Chaya and mouthed, Call Alex. Cameras in bedroom.



She nodded quickly and rushed to the phone by the bed.



“What kind of e-mail?” He closed his eyes and fought to sound sleepy, not quite aware of what was going on.



“You have a lousy computer,” the voice sneered. “Are you playing me, Natches?” There was an edge of hurt. “Don’t play me.”



“I’m not playing you.” He closed his eyes and fought to breathe. “E-mail.” He paused. “Shit. What is this?”



“Look what she did to him!” the voice was furious now, filled with pain. “Look what he’s doing, Natches. She’s making him like Johnny was. She’s taking away his manhood by making him do that to her. Do you see it? Do you see what she begged for? How she’s corrupting him?”



“How did you get these pictures?” He flipped through just enough to identify Alex and Janey’s faces, nothing else. That camera was in their bedroom. Right across from the bed, in the vent in the wall. Son of a bitch, how had that bastard gotten in the apartment?



“He’s gone now,” the voice whispered. “I saw him leave the bedroom.”



Natches turned to Chaya, fear beginning to rise inside him.



“Now, let’s settle down. Let’s talk a minute.”



“I gave you the chance to take care of this,” the caller screamed. “I sent you the picture. I showed you how she was making him act. She’s a slut. A whore. Her father taught her how to be a whore and she’s corrupting Alex. I told you.”