Page 46 of Deep Within Me
Ernez gave up the man’s name immediately.
Carreon cupped Trinidad’s ass, enjoying how plush and incredibly soft it was. He pulled her closer. She didn’t resist. He hadn’t expected her to. “Where is he now?” Carreon asked Ernez.
“At this hour, probably still at home, having breakfast.”
“Call him. Tell him we need to get into Neekoma’s systems.”
Those in Zeke’s clan weren’t the only ones who could hack into someone’s computer. However, Carreon didn’t want anydata wiped out as Zeke’s people had done with the GPS. He was fairly certain Zeke’s men would stop that kind of cyber-attack before it could happen—if it were even possible to do something like that, given the technology the Others must have provided Neekoma’s clan. What else could explain their ability to hide so well in the desert…to have access to an underground tunnel system they’d used to escape?
Unfortunately, the Unknowns had left Carreon’s people with little in the way of otherworldly gifts. Only a few in their clan had the ability to heal, to reanimate. That wasn’t right or fair. More so than ever, Carreon demanded everything, especially Zeke’s stronghold and his power to see the future. “We need to send him a message. I want that to happen within the hour.”
Ernez went to the phone.
Carreon ran his free hand down Trinidad’s silky arm and pressed his face to her hair. Despite the smoke, she still smelled of honeysuckle and musk, steamy nights and reckless sex. Before he was through with her, she’d please him greatly. He trailed his fingers to her hand and took her cigarette.
She stiffened a bit in protest. Carreon knew it wasn’t fear. She seemed to have none. Unless that was an act. If she displeased him in the least, he’d have to find out sooner rather than later.
Easing back, he gave her a gentle smile then leaned over—taking her with him—as he stubbed out the smoke. He used the empty plate Ernez had previously offered her, which he’d eventually put on the coffee table.
“I wasn’t finished,” she said.
“Neither am I.”
With his arm around her waist, he directed her to the credenza. A Cuisinart coffee maker and a stack of Styrofoam cups were to one side, a tray of pastries and bagels to the other.
“You’re hungry?” she murmured.
He ran his fingers over her nipple. At last, her areola tightened, which seemed to lengthen the tip. Gently, he twisted it between his thumb and forefinger. “Very.”
Without further direction, she faced the credenza, bent at the waist. and lifted her ass. Her high-heeled boots, along with her parted legs gave Carreon an excellent view of her cunt and anus.
She folded her arms on the furniture then glanced over and regarded him through a veil of blue-black hair. “Enjoy.”
Was there any doubt?
In no hurry for this to end, Carreon ran his fingers over her smooth cunt, exploring her sex, locating her clit. Despite Trinidad’s nonchalance, her cleft had grown slick with new moisture, lubricated in readiness for a man’s shaft, the nub erect. Testing her reaction, he stroked it.
She wiggled nicely as though unable to help herself. Pleased with her response, Carreon next concentrated on her anus. The ring of flesh was hot, and tight as could be, hugging his little finger as he worked it inside. With that part of her filled, he drove three fingers into her cunt and thumbed her clit.
A gasp escaped her. She actually moaned.
His cock thickened with the sound, the power he had over her. Proving it, Carreon rubbed her clit, noting the increased moisture that generated within her slit. He thought the same thing now as he had earlier. No woman could fake that intimate lubrication. He relished her whimpers, her struggle for air.
Ernez spoke to the man he’d called, telling him what they needed.
Trinidad’s sheath tightened around Carreon’s fingers. She was nearing climax, all because of what he was doing to her.
He stopped immediately and pulled both hands away, giving her no time to question his action or to protest. Already he’d lowered his fly and released his stiffened cock, thick witharousal, so sensitive he had to grit his teeth to keep from making any sound.
Unceremoniously, he buried his shaft in her cunt until she’d taken him to its root. The snug fit, her wet heat made Carreon forget everything except his own pleasure. Drowning in her warmth, he thrust into her again and again, taking what he wanted.
Ernez finished his call. He waited patiently to the side to provide his report.
Carreon didn’t acknowledge him. Trinidad, on the other hand, turned her face to the man, giving him her attention.
Fuck that. Carreon slipped his hand between her legs and stroked her clit. Her back arched in response to what he knew were the powerful sensations rolling through her. However, she didn’t turn away from Ernez.
For that, Carreon knew he’d punish her. Later. Now, he rubbed harder, faster, as he continued to drive his cock into her, demanding she focus on what he was doing to the exclusion of all else, wanting her to climax.