Lips On My Heart

by M J Marino

  We’re at the perfect height for each other in this position. His tall frame rests his iron pipe up perfectly against my sex. He swipes the head of his engorged penis over my pussy, collecting my overflowing juices before running it over his very long shaft. My insides quiver with anticipation.

  “Hurry, Maceo. I need you inside of me,” I moan.

  He nips at my shoulder. “Wait for me, baby.”

  In one swift thrust, he’s sheathed all the way inside me, nearly making me come on contact. He starts a slow rhythm, pushing in and pulling out. When fully seated, he rotates his hips in the most delicious of ways, his frenum barbell hitting my G-spot, intensifying the sensation in this new position. I haven’t climaxed yet, but my pussy is already clamping down on his cock to pull him deeper.

  “Fuck, you feel amazing. Your tight little pussy was meant to take my thick dick. Like it’s the snuggest glove ever,” he says in low, strained voice.

  I try to respond in agreement, but only an incoherent garble comes out as I take the pleasure he’s giving me.

  My God, this man is going to ruin me!

  Maceo grabs my hips and starts to slam harder, hitting my cervix, and making me moan and cry out in ecstasy. With one hand he snakes around to my clit and catches it between his thumb and forefinger, working it as fast as he’s working me from behind.

  Usually, I can feel my orgasm come on before it happens, but this one catches me by surprise. My pussy clamps down vigorously on his cock, making my vision go white. I squeal deafeningly as my climax goes on, with him relentlessly pounding away behind me, showing no signs of letting up.

  His fingers release my clit before grabbing my hips with both hands again. “Shit, baby. You squeeze me so fucking tight. You’re making it tough for me to keep this up,” he says breathlessly.

  His hips pick up the pace, slapping loudly against the back of my thighs. “Wring me dry, Pixie.”

  Within seconds I’m climaxing again, my pussy trying desperately to milk him. “Maceo!”

  “Take it. Take it all,” he growls, his balls slapping into my clit from behind. God, it feels good. I can already feel myself building up a third time.

  His fingers go to my anus where I can feel him circle it before applying pressure. I feel a digit, his thumb maybe, pinch and push past the rigid muscle barrier. I feel incredibly full this way and I never knew it could be this pleasurable.

  “I’m going to fuck this ass one day. I’m going to fill all your holes up with me and every other dickhead out there will smell me saturated on you. They’ll know you’ve been thoroughly fucked and belong to me,” he growls, pumping faster and harder.

  Sweet Jesus! His dirty mouth is enough to make me orgasm. I’m beyond worked up and my arms begin to shake from trying to hold myself up. I fall forward on my face with only my ass sticking up in the air. Somehow this angle allows him to go deeper and I’m screaming with pleasure.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!” I yell as I have the most powerful orgasm yet.

  Maceo pumps twice more with enough force to dent the wall before I feel the warmth of his come shooting into me. If I didn’t have this IUD, I would swear I’d get pregnant.

  “Fuck, Jo. Fuck!” he roars through his own powerful release, pumping me full of his hot seed.

  Spent and overloaded with sensual feelings, I don’t notice he’s pulled out and is spooning me on the bed until several minutes have passed. I feel his seed slowly seeping out of me and down my thighs. I should get up and wipe myself off to avoid getting the bed wet, but I’m too far gone to care. I’ll strip the bedspread later. I burrow deeper into his embrace. “I love you, Maceo.”

  Maceo rumbles his approval before kissing the back of my head. “I’ll never grow tired of hearing you say those words. I love you, too, Josephine, so fucking much.”

  Needing to see his handsome face, I spin in his arms. “Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”

  His dark eyes hold mine and he smiles crookedly. “Oh, I’m still mad as hell, but I guess it’s what I get for being overbearing and overprotective. My concern is focused of this panty-snatcher issue. I’m not going to lie. I don’t feel comfortable if you’re not included with the rest of us being tracked.”

  “You’re trying to protect me,” I state. It’s not a question, I know the answer already.

  He nods. “I know it’s unconventional, but baby, I’m going to freak out if I try to call or text you and you don’t respond. And I’m well aware I can’t expect you to respond immediately when you’re working or with a client. Tracking your location, like my brothers and I do for each other, would put my mind at ease. I realize this is one-sided, and I’m willing to allow you to be able to track me as well.”

  Whoa! Does he mean…? “I’ll know where you are when you’re on a mission?”

  He nods.

  Jackpot! No more wondering where he is on assignment may be the ultimate compromise. He’s laying out what he needs from me in our relationship and giving me something huge in return.

  “I have nothing to hide. I’ll allow it, but only tracking. Everything else is a hard limit. You can’t overstep these boundaries again.”

  Maceo looks relieved. “I’ll make sure Chase removes everything from our system—aside from location monitoring, and we’ll have him install the software in your phone for tracking me. I’m going to respect all of your boundaries.”

  “Punk said not to send you nudes because it could come across Chase’s screen,” I say sourly. It annoys me how Chase sees and hears everything that’s private between us. I may only have location monitoring, but everything of Maceo’s is accessible.

  Maceo stiffens. “I should probably tell you we came across a lingerie pic you sent loafer-dick of yourself.”

  “Of course, you did,” I grumble.

  “I had Chase delete the image from the fucker’s phone and his cloud. He will never be able to see you posing seductively again.”

  “And now neither will you. I can’t send you shit without having a third party involved,” I say snidely.

  Maceo’s face light up like a kid on Christmas day. “You’ll send me nudes?”

  I sigh. “Correction. I would have sent you nudes, especially if you were gone on a mission. I almost did when you were gone because I was desperate to get a response out of you.”

  Maceo drums his fingers over my thigh, gears turning in his head with all the sexting that could have been. “I’ll have Chase block himself from seeing any digital images you send me. There’s got to be a way he can do it.”

  I laugh. His enthusiasm is over the top. “Well, don’t get your hopes too high, dirty boy. I guess if it doesn’t work out, I can get used to the fact Chase will be the only one who sees me naked outside of the two of us,” I tease, knowing full well I will never send a nude that will be looked at by anyone other than Maceo.

  Maceo’s nostrils flare and his dark eyes turn ebony. “The hell you will. I threw a beer bottle at Chase’s head when he saw the one picture of you. I don’t want to think of what I would do to him if he actually saw you naked.”

  “I was joking, Maceo!”

  “You better be,” he grumbles, rolling me on top, and making me straddle him. “You and this sweet little body of yours are all mine. I’m not fucking sharing any of it with anyone else, regardless if it’s only a fucking picture. For my eyes only.”

  I lean forward and kiss his lips and then his chest where his heart beats. “Yes, dear.”

  He chuckles before sighing. “I need another thing from you, Pixie. I need you to block the asshat on your phone. I don’t want you calling or texting him, or vice versa. I want him gone and out of our lives. I realize we’ve both had past sexual partners, but the fact I had to be face to face with another man who’s had you fucking infuriates me. The way he was eye-fucking you, and how he put his pretty boy lips on your cheek, it makes me want to hunt him down.”

  Okay, I get the jealousy. I felt the same this morning with two girls wal
king naked around him. I climb off him and walk to the living room where I dropped my purse. I fish out my phone and block Jacob. Maceo follows me out of the bedroom and watches carefully.

  “Done.” No more chance of Jacob reaching out to me by phone.

  Maceo looks pleased and juts out his chin at me. “Come here.”

  Obediently, I saunter right up to him and let him wrap his hands under my ass before he hoists me up to straddle his waist. I don’t need to wrap my legs around him. He holds up my weight like its nothing.

  Maceo’s lips find mine and he kisses me feverishly, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He swipes his tongue against my own, his piercing teasing my senses.

  Without a word, he walks us into the bathroom before setting my ass down on the cool marble countertop. A shiver rolls up my spine, and I’m not sure if it’s from the cold surface or the excitement I’m feeling. He yanks my blouse over my head and undoes my bra, springing my breasts free. He quickly sucks one of my nipples deep into his mouth before releasing it with a wet smack.

  “You’ve got perfect fucking teardrop tits.” His eyes rake over me before his mouth is on mine again. “I’m going to fuck you from behind one of these days facing this bathroom mirror,” he says between rough kisses.

  Holy moly, am I worked up! “Why wait? Let’s do it now.”

  He sniggers against my lips. “Because right now I want romance with you, and the tub looks big enough to fit me and have you rest between my legs.”

  I hum my approval. A bath with him would be magical. He turns around to crank the hot water and I pull out orange-ginger bath bubbles.

  Once the tub is full and brimming with bubbles, Maceo steps into it and sinks down. He moans and holds his hand out for me. I let him help me step into the tub before I seat myself in front of him and lie back across his muscled chest.

  Maceo’s fingers entwine with mine. Content, I let my eye lids drift closed. I’ve never taken a bath with a guy before, and I’m happy to discover it’s much better than taking a bath alone.

  Today was a day of many firsts. Should I say anything to Maceo about it? Would he care?

  “Damn, woman your thoughts are loud. Tell me what you’re thinking, Pixie.” He lifts our hands to study them laced together.

  “I’m thinking of all the things I’ve done with you which I’ve never done before,” I admit, feeling very inexperienced in comparison to him. As a grown woman, it’s embarrassing to admit this.

  “Oh!” Maceo clucks with interest before becoming demanding. “Tell me.”

  I should have known better than to question whether he wanted to know or not. Any little intimate detail about me, he wants to know, especially if it’s sexual.

  “You have given me a lot of firsts,” I say. “I’ve never had sex anywhere but in a bed. Never outside in the open, like a fucking exhibitionist and not caring if anyone watched. Never felt a tongue piercing on my clit before. Never fucked someone with a dick piercing either. I’ve never been eaten out from behind. Hell, I can count on one hand the amount of times I’ve been eaten out and I begged for it. I’ve never had someone finger my ass before, let alone rim it. Never fucked while being held upright. I’ve never been thoroughly fucked from behind to the point I lost my balance and face planted on the bed.

  “I’ve never soaked through a pair of panties until I dripped down my legs or soaked through my outer clothes ‘till meeting you. I’ve never had more than one orgasm during sex before you. And I sure as hell never saw the white light behind my lids while having the most intense orgasm of my life—until you made it happen.”

  Maceo groans and I can feel he’s fully erect again. “Jesus, baby. Look what you do to me.”

  I bite my lower lip, both excited for what’s to come and nervous about what he thinks of everything I revealed.

  Maceo flips us around ‘till I’m on my knees, gripping the edge of the tub with him seated behind me. He runs his fingers through my folds till he’s toying with my clit and my eyes roll back into my head.

  “How many, baby? How many men have been inside your sweetness?” he asks in a low, edgy voice.

  I’m thoroughly super charged for him. I sigh, “Only one before you.”

  “Jesus!” Maceo groans above me. “I can’t believe the prick never tried to claim all of you. Should I be fucking thanking him for leaving it all for me? Did he know how to love you properly?”

  All I can do is shake my head no. I’m mewling and gasping too much for my words to be coherent.

  Maceo inserts two fingers into my dripping pussy. “Have you been finger fucked from behind?” he asks, his lips at my neck and his fingers working me from behind.

  His dirty words undo me and I come hard around his fingers. “NO!” I moan loudly in admission.

  Maceo is practically growling as he pulls out and sucks me off his fingers. “Damn, you taste delicious.” He grabs my hips and drives into me with his thick shaft. “Tell me more, baby.”

  My pussy clenches down on his member. “Before you I never fucked without a condom,” I scream around his thrusts, water splashing over the tub and onto the floor.

  “I’ve never fucked bareback before you, either,” Maceo snarls as he continues his assault.

  “I’ve never been spanked before,” I whimper, my legs start to shake.

  Maceo slaps my wet ass cheek, as if to remind me of how much I liked his open palm on my bottom. He twists my hair in his hand and yanks me up into a kneeling position, and his hard cock continues to pummel me. He lets go of my hair as both his big hands cup my breasts.

  I don’t have big boobs, not by any stretch of the imagination, but I have enough to fill up his palms, or to give him more than a mouthful if he desires. He traps my nipples between his fingers as he squeezes them, pounding into me from behind. His frenum piercing is more intense from this angle, hitting deep against my hidden ball of nerves.

  “I will give you all the firsts you deserve, and I’ll be the last,” he says, biting down on my neck. He licks the mark with his sensual tongue. “Now come, Pixie.”

  And I do. Again and again, ‘till I’m practically a rag doll he’s fucking.

  “Pixie!” He grunts raggedly, shooting his load into me in one hard final thrust.

  We sink to the tub and groan in unison. He pulls me into his arms, and we sit in sated silence for a long time.

  Maceo breaks the stillness. “I’m the first one to really have you. You’re all mine!”

  Yes, I most certainly am.

  Two weeks go by in a blur of maddening bliss and controlled chaos.

  Maceo didn’t just stay the weekend with me. He still hasn’t left, which I kind of suspected. He’s been slowly moving things over here, into my dresser and closet. He thinks he’s being sly, bringing his items over when I’m at work, but I notice everything, regardless if it’s the slightest move. What I’m not doing is complaining about it, because I’m ecstatic he’s meshing our lives together. I’ll never call him out for moving in without asking me.

  In some ways, we’re like an old couple where we have a routine and hardly deviate from it—we get up early, usually with his head between my legs, run with Hades, fuck, shower, and get ready for the day. Breakfast at the MC’s diner with the rest of the crew, he drops me off at work, goes and does his recon job, and we have lunch together if our schedules allow, maybe squeeze a quickie in. We go back to our jobs and work late, he picks me up and takes me to dinner, or I cook for him, we take a long walk with Hades, make love, shower, and maybe make love again before falling asleep in each other’s arms. It’s comfortable and lovely.

  In other ways, we’re like two naughty teenagers who are fucking like rabbits—on the couch, a lot on the couch, the kitchen island, my car, the floor, on the washer, in the shower, on the trail, over his bike, the build site, once in the public library—literally everywhere. If it’s a clean surface, we’ll probably fuck on it if we haven’t already.

  Maceo keeps pushing the boundaries of wh
at we do together to see how far I’m willing to go. I worried my lack of experience would turn him off, but it seems to have the opposite effect. He wants to be the one to introduce me to everything sexual, to be the teacher and I his pupil.

  In the short period of time I’ve been with Maceo, I’ve had more orgasms than I had in eight years with Jacob. We fuck multiple times a day with multiple orgasms each time. Every single day.

  One day we had sex five times. FIVE TIMES! And I came more than once each time. I could barely walk around the build site the next day, and I’m sure all of my crew members knew why, but I didn’t care. To hell with what others may think. I’m deeply in love with Maceo, and nothing could make me stop feeling this feverish for him.

  One thing I was not expecting in our relationship was to be spoiled by Maceo. It was definitely a pleasant surprise. Not only did he shower me with love, affection, and backrubs, but gifts—particularly lingerie.

  Boxes and boxes were delivered each day from Victoria’s Secret. I think Maceo was trying to replace my stolen panties. I told him he was sweet for thinking of me, but he didn’t need to. He was pretty insistent on pampering me—honestly, I got the impression he just liked me modeling skimpy, sexy underwear for him—so I let it be.

  There’s a certain level of security you need to have in order to be completely honest, and I’m thrilled we have it together. I can tell him how I feel when I’m feeling it, without worrying about repercussions, and vice versa. We can get mad and it’s okay because we know the other is going to hear us out. He’s still a little hesitant to talk about his parents’ murder, but I can’t blame him. I’m not pushing for it either. He will tell me when he’s ready.

  But as great as our sex life and relationship are going, there have been some unsettling occurrences. Going back to the construction site after someone broke into my condo has posed some challenges. As soon as the police questioned Jared and my other crew members, I was bombarded with questions.

  Are you okay? When did this happen? Is it a past client? Is it your ex? Do you feel safe where you are? Why are there a shit ton more bikers here watching us? Does this have anything to do with Atlas? You don’t think it was one of us, do you?