Chapter 10

Stay like that? Was he kidding?

Anya closed her eyes and leaned into the wall, still shaking, and in a moment she felt Gus' strong hands rubbing lather into her neck and back muscles. She shivered as his fingers massaged and rubbed and worked out kinks she didn't even know she had. Then his hands moved to her ankles, rubbing and massaging, sweeping the length of her legs up and down, fingers just brushing at the slit beneath her curls.

Gus put his lips close to her ear. "Take a deep breath, darlin'. I promise you this is going to feel real good."

His large hands palmed her buttocks, rubbing and kneading, before moving to rub the lather into the cleft between the cheeks. His fingers moved up and down, rubbing the length of the narrow valley, each time passing over the tight muscle of her anus. And each time she shivered, the pulse in her cunt beating heavily, an icy heat racing though her.

Do it!

She wanted to shout the words. Wanted to feel at least his fingers inside her. To embrace the darkly erotic feeling she knew was waiting for her just out of reach.

And then he did it, pushing one finger past that clasping muscle, sliding the slick-coated digit into her rectum in a slow, steady glide. She sucked in her breath and tightened around him.

"Easy," he crooned. "Breathe easy, darlin'. This will make you feel really, really good."

Anya sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly, and as she did Gus slipped another finger in beside the first. He moved them, scissoring them, stretching the very tight tissues, the movement of those fingers sending shards of fiery heat directly to her cunt. She pressed her face into the water-slicked wall, her breasts heaving against the tiles as Gus probed deeper and harder.

One of his hands snaked around to her front and spread lather in circles over her breasts, down her stomach, into her curls and finally between the lips of her pussy. And all the time his clever fingers moved in and out of her rectum with a steady stroke.

This time she didn't feel the climax building. It hit her with no warning, shaking her like a leaf in a fall breeze, her legs trembling, every muscle in her body clenching. Gus finger-fucked her ass and her cunt with coordinated movements, drawing out her pleasure, carrying her higher and higher until she was sure there was no place else to go.

While she was still shaking and spasming Gus withdrew both hands and spun her around.

"Noooo," she wailed, hands flailing at him.

"It's all right." His voiced was thick and husky. "Hold on."

Her eyes were closed but she heard the tearing of foil, the snap of latex and then Gus was lifting her and impaling her on his rock-hard cock.

"Wrap your legs around me," he urged.

She locked her ankles at the small of his back and her arms around his neck. His mouth took hers while his tongue thrust inside. And then he began to move, rocking his hips, tongue moving in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm his shaft moved in and out of her body. The orgasm that hadn't quite finished devouring her roared back to life stronger than ever. Gus' body stiffened, his hands tightened on her and he smashed his mouth against hers again as his own release consumed him. She was tossed into a maelstrom, spinning out of control. Every part of her body quaking and straining, Gus pounding into her again and again. She could do nothing but hang on for the ride.

Only the water turning cool shocked her into an awareness of where she was and what was happening. There wasn't a muscle in her body that didn't feel as if it had been stretched out and softened like tempered steel. She was sure if she tried to stand on her own she fall on her face.

Gus buried his face in her shoulder for a long time. At last he used what was left of the hot water to shampoo her hair, fingertips massaging her scalp as they'd done with her body. When they were both rinsed off and goose bumps were finally popping out on her skin, Gus turned the water off, lifted her out of the shower and wrapped her in a big bath towel. He tried himself off quickly before turning his attention to her.

His hands were gentle as he dried her, blotting the water from her hair and her skin. He even pulled a hair dryer and a brush out of the vanity cupboard and took the time to blow-dry her hair, all the time murmuring soothing words to her. When he carried her into the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed, she was sure a bowl of gelatin had more substance than she did.

Gus climbed in behind her and pulled her tight against him, his arm around her waist and his hand palming her breast. Anya sighed contentedly, almost—but not quite—feeling safe and secure. Gus' gun on the night on the nightstand, however, reminded her that the nightmare was far from over.