Wrath's Storm: A Masters' Admiralty Novel Mari Carr (great books of all time .txt) 📖

her panties between her pussy lips. Then rub her clit, just a little bit. I want to see her trying to fuck your hand. I want to see her twitching and writhing while we play with her. By the time we put her on the bed, she’s going to be so hot, so wet, that she’s going to beg us to fuck her.”

Annalise was ready to come just from listening to Jakob’s description of what he wanted Walt to do to her, with her.

Actually having it happen…

Walt unbuttoned her slacks, then leaned in to lick the skin he’d just exposed, right above the band of her panties. These slacks looked good, cupped her ass enough to show a panty line, which was why she wore a black G-string with them. That was only going to make what Walt was about to do to her more interesting.

Jakob distracted her when he released her aching nipples and cupped her breasts, kneading them with his strong fingers. Then there were more fingers, between her legs, her pants pulled tight around her ass and hips, thanks to the insertion of Walt’s big hand.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” Walt murmured.

“Good,” Jakob said when she did. “Liebling, you’re going to keep those legs spread for me, for us, aren’t you?”

Oh God. Was she his sweetheart? She wanted to be that. So badly.

“Yes. Yes, Jakob. Why didn’t you touch me before th…” Her words trailed off into a moan as Walt ran his finger up and down the seam of her pussy lips, pressing the fabric in a little bit deeper with each pass. She wiggled her hips and managed to angle them so that his finger stroked her clit with his next pass.

Annalise nearly came from just that. She was so primed and ready that it wasn’t going to take much more. Jakob’s fingers pinched her nipples again, and the next time Walt’s finger passed over her clit, she gritted her teeth. She needed her hands on them, so she reached down, sliding one hand over Walt’s tightly clipped curls, which were long enough for her to grab, and with the other, she reached back to grab Jakob. It was an awkward angle, but she managed to lay her hand along his head, thumb on his ear. She ran her finger over the whorls there and felt him shudder against her.

“Naked,” she demanded. “I want to be naked. I want you naked.”

“Naked so we can fuck you,” Jakob murmured, his words so low, she wasn’t sure Walt could hear them. “Liebling, how do you want to be fucked? Do you want me to fuck your pussy while you have Walt’s cock in your mouth? Or maybe you’ll be on your hands and knees on the floor, Walt behind you, fucking you, while I slide my cock into your mouth. I want you to look at me when you suck my dick. I want to see your ass—”

A sound pierced the air, and for a moment Annalise thought she’d come—the combination of the slight touches on her clit, muted by her now sopping-wet G-string, the pinching of her nipples, and Jakob’s words must have pushed her to orgasm. An orgasm so intense that her body registered it as a blaring alarm.

Then the light above the door flashed blinding white, and the alarm blared again.

That wasn’t orgasm-induced.

“Fire alarm.” Walt slid his hand from her open pants.

Annalise grabbed his wrist, tugging it back toward her. “Ignore it. Don’t stop.”

Walt chuckled and let her hold his wrist, but Jakob released her breasts.

Annalise groaned.

“I’ll check.” Jakob’s voice was rougher than usual, and he walked a little funny, but the brevity was more like normal Jakob.

She liked dirty talking Jakob much better.

Walt rose to his feet as Jakob opened the door and stuck his head out.

Annalise felt slightly stupid standing there with her clothing all bunched up, but she didn’t try to adjust it. She hoped they could continue.

With the door open, she could hear someone shouting and the sounds of hurried steps. Jakob closed the door and looked back at them. “We’re leaving.”

Annalise made an aggravated noise while Walt helpfully tugged her bra and shirt down.

She fastened her pants, irritation fueled by frustration, making her movements hard and fast. “This place had better be burning to the ground right now. Otherwise…”

“This is fun,” Walt said. “I like turned-on Annalise and horny Jakob. They’re demanding and talk dirty.”

Jakob smiled, though it was brief, and then hustled them out into the hall. Just as he closed the door behind them, he leaned down, his lips against her ear so she could hear him over the fire alarm. “This isn’t over yet, Liebling.”

Annalise turned to look at him, so close, they were almost kissing.

And she froze. Experiencing that same feeling that had kept her from kissing him earlier.

Walt reached out and grabbed both their hands. “Can we go?” He had to yell to be heard. “I promise I’ll make you kiss later.”

That comment—which happened to coincide with the auditory lull between the alarm blares—earned a startled look from a passing woman who, apparently, understood English.

Jakob smiled, and this time, it lingered. Then he took the lead, guiding both her and Walt down the hall to the stairs. Leaving the room and the lovely bed she’d hoped to occupy with them, behind.

Chapter Ten

Jakob tensed as they continued down the stairs, looking back at Walt and, with a jerk of his head, indicating…something.

Walt had been a doctor in the military but hadn’t seen even a moment of combat, so he widened his eyes at the other man in his best “I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me” expression.

Jakob grunted and pushed Annalise so she was walking directly behind him. Jakob pointed, and the light went on as Walt figured it out, falling into step behind her so they were protecting her front and back.

It seemed a little ridiculous, especially when Walt almost stepped on Annalise’s heels, but the second he tried to