by Claire Kent
There was a buzzing in her ears, in her head, in her heart. It was heartbreaking—that her dear, tender Mike had only been that way because she’d pressured him into it. “Didn’t you want to do all of that?”
“Yes, I did. But I didn’t want it to be all you found in me. Don’t you see what you’ve been doing? You won’t let me be…be whole.”
“I do! I will. I love you, Mike. I never wanted to suppress you—any part of you. You know I think you’re sexy and exciting and…and strong.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. You’re just different than Drayton. I never thought—”
“That I would want to be selfish,” Mike interrupted, his voice low, textured, and oddly threatening. He stepped forward, almost on top of her, forcing her to take a step back. “That I occasionally might want to just take what I want. That I might have to constantly fight the urge to be every bit as demanding as Drayton is.”
With each word, he took another step forwarded, until Julia was backed up to the wall of the cabin.
She was still upset over Mike’s accusation—which had revealed to her something she’d never realized. But, despite that, Mike’s rough, aggressive attitude, so different from what she’d always expected from him, was oddly exciting.
She had no idea why her heart was starting to race and breathing quicken. Her reaction was as surprising as it was visceral.
Mike planted his hands on the wall on either side of her, trapping her between them. “That I might get to the point that I snap. That I might finally shake some sense into you for trusting Drayton, when he’s nothing but a danger to you.”
This distracted her from her growing exhilaration. “He’s not dangerous,” she objected. “Why do you keep saying that? He’s still Drayton.”
“You never knew Drayton.” When she started to argue, he cut her off. “You didn’t. You saw him just as you saw me—only one side of him. He’s not just some sophisticated sex-god. He’s a man. And right now he’s scared.”
Julia’s mouth dropped open. “What are you talking about?”
“How can you not see it? Beneath his normal behavior, he’s scared. He’s trapped. He’s terrified.”
“Of what?”
“I don’t know. But he keeps getting more and more scared. I’ve seen it growing for weeks. And when men like him get scared, they get dangerous.”
“He loves me. He loves us. He won’t want to hurt us.”
“I know that. But it doesn’t mean he won’t. Love doesn’t make you good. It only makes you more desperate. And desperation brings out all that is worst in a man. Believe me, I know.”
Julia made a choked sound and might have crumpled had she not still been trapped between the wall and Mike’s big, hard body. “I don’t know what you want from me, Mike.”
He pressed in even more closely, his eyes almost predatory in their strength and insistence. “Yes,” he said, a delicious heat of texture in his voice. “You do.”
She just stared up at him, speechless. That excitement rose up in her again.
“I want you to love me.”
“I do.”
“The real me. The whole me. I’m not the spineless teddy-bear you take me for.”
“I never thought that.”
Mike pushed against her with the length of his body. “I can be exciting.”
“I know.” She clung to his shirt and felt her body react irrationally, instinctively, to his strength and dominance.
He pushed into her again, this time from the hips. The move was almost like a thrust. “And willful.”
She gasped in response but couldn’t form any words.
Another thrust. “And demanding.”
Her pussy clenched this time in response.
“And possessive.” His thrust pushed her back against the wall. “And strong.”
Arousal hit her so hard and so suddenly it was almost painful. “I know,” she whispered, wondering if this was really Mike.
“I don’t think you do.”
The few times she’d seen him looking so intense and fiery in the past had been in moments before he’d kissed her. So she expected him to kiss her now. She wanted him to. Her cheeks had flushed and her lips parted in preparation. But he didn’t kiss her.
Instead, he cupped her bottom with his big hands and lifted her up, using the wall to brace her body as he held her.
Clinging to him in surprise, she wrapped her legs around him. “Mike.” She spoke the word on a taken breath, and she wasn’t sure if it was a question or an exclamation.
She felt helpless and tiny, being held by Mike like this, but it was as exciting and arousing as anything she could remember.
She still wore her jeans, and the denim felt tight and restrictive as it stretched across her groin. Her pussy ached and, despite the fact that she’d had sex with Drayton a few hours ago, she was dying for Mike to fuck her.
He pushed his pelvis into hers with another thrust, this one deliciously effective because of the alignment of their groins.
She cried out softly, instinctively trying to arch her back and grind her pussy against him. He was aroused too—she could feel the hard bulge beneath his pants.
The bristles on his cheeks scratched hers with a friction that was half uncomfortable and half incredibly sensual. She squeezed him between her legs and tried to rock against him eagerly, needing to ease the aching pressure at her center.
He kept thrusting into her, pushing her hard against the wall and holding onto her with a grip like iron. She hadn’t known he was so strong. Or, she might have known it, but she’d never felt it like this before.
She couldn’t believe this was Mike. She wondered how he’d turned into this rough, urgent, passionate, dominant stranger.
Wondered why he turned her on so much.
She was already—shamelessly—close to coming, just from the pressure of his arousal against hers. She gasped and grunted and squirmed between his body and the wall until the stimulation on her clit pushed her into orgasm.
She banged her head hard as her mouth opened in a silent exclamation of pleasure.
“God, Mike,” she panted, holding onto him with her arms and her legs. “I don’t—I can’t—” She gave up trying to articulate her confusion over the strange surge of need and desire that had overtaken her. Instead, she just said, “God, Mike, please fuck me now.”
He made a guttural sound—one that aroused her even more—and adjusted her weight until it was entirely resting on him. Then he carried her over to the rustic bed and let her go—not particularly gently.
She didn’t want him to be gentle. She wanted him fast and hard. Kicking off her shoes, she shrugged off her hoodie and yanked her t-shirt off over her head.
Mike didn’t waste any time either. He pulled off her jeans with an aggression that made her mew as a jolt of erotic pleasure shot down to her pussy.
Her legs were hanging over the side of the bed, but he didn’t let her get more stable before he lowered himself over her, parting her legs as he pushed his weight against her.
“Yes, Mike. Please!” She raked at his shoulders in a haze of desire and vaguely realized that he still had clothes on. She clawed at his back until she got handfuls of his t-shirt and yanked at it.
His arms, braced on either side of her head, prevented her from pulling it off. But she kept pulling at it insistently, whimpering in frustration.
Her arousal pulsed so deeply it hurt, and her whole body felt overly sensitized and blazing with heat. It wasn’t anything like the limp, glazed desire she’d felt earlier with Drayton. The sensations possessing her now were alive, pounding, driving her into action.
When he leaned up briefly to pull his shirt off over his head with one hand, she grabbed for his jeans and fumbled at unfastening them.
She’d just gotten them open and pushed down his boxers when he leaned down over her once more. With an almost animalistic heat in his eyes, he stared down at her mostly naked body, sprawled wantonly bene
ath him, halfway off the bed. Then he reached down and took her panties in both hands.
Her mouth fell open and her pussy grew wetter even before he ripped her panties at the seam. When he ripped the second seam and pulled the remnants of satin away from her skin, she grabbed greedily for his cock, unable to stop herself from snatching what she wanted.
He took her arms before they’d reached their target and stretched them on the bed above her head. Then, holding her in place with one hand braced on her wrists, he used his other hand to push her legs apart and fully free his cock.
She lay splayed beneath him, trapped completely by his strength and more aroused because of it. Her pussy was so wet it was almost embarrassing, and the cool air of the cabin only fueled her need and the excitement of exposure.
After just a moment of raking his eyes over her face and body, Mike lined his cock up at her entrance and, without warning or preparation, thrust inside her hard.
She cried out, the move feeding the deepest of her needs. She struggled against his grip on her wrists, instinctively wanting to hold onto him, to pull him more deeply inside her. But he held her pinned firmly, rearing back before he stroked forward again, the force of his thrust shaking her body and hitting the bed against the wall.
He built up a hard, fast rhythm, taking her with a force and passion she’d never felt from him before. His cock drove into her deeply, hitting just the right spot, and the jiggling of her breasts and thighs and the shameless banging of the bed only intensified her developing orgasm.
Her legs bent up of their own accord, and she braced her heels on his ass to give her precarious position better stability.
Mike never looked away from her—his primal gaze shifting from her red face to her bouncing breasts and back with an instinctive possession she could hardly fail to recognize.
She squirmed and rocked, still helplessly trying to free herself although no part of herself really wanted to be freed. And she started to grunt out in time with his rhythm silly noises.
“Are you going to come, baby?” Mike rasped, looking for all the world like a caveman—primitive, rugged, and unkempt.
“Yeah. She fought to speed up his rhythm as the coiled pressure at her pussy tightened even further. “Yeah. Make me come.”
He made a noise in his throat—that sound that was almost a growl—and gritted out, “Come, baby. Come now.”
Either the delicious force of his rhythmic thrusts or the erotic sound of his voice did it. The pressure shattered and she bit off a scream as she convulsed beneath him.
He kept pushing through the contractions of her orgasm, sustaining the duration of her pleasure. Until he suddenly pulled out of her completely, her clinging pussy resisting the move.
She whimpered and tried to pull him back, but he had already adjusted above her.
Instead of getting up, as she’d expected, he’d slid down her body until he was kneeling on the floor.
“Mike?” She started to sit up but he pushed her back down. Then he grabbed her thighs in both hands and pushed her back toward the wall, so her bottom was more securely on the bed.
She tried to lean up once more, but he stopped her again, this time by prying her legs apart, exposing her wet, sensitive pussy to his view.
His eyes scanning her so intimately was so incredibly hot that she felt herself grow wetter as he stared. Then he leaned forward unexpectedly, closing his lips around her swollen clit and starting to suck.
The move was so startling and the stimulation so intense she came again, almost immediately, crying out as the spasms of pleasure surged through her.
He kept sucking, holding her thighs wide apart, until she came yet again, clawing at the thin bedding beneath her as she writhed.
She was almost sobbing when he rose up again and thrust back into her pussy, his cock penetrating her deeply, deliciously.
“Mike!” Her head flailed as she tried to process all the sensations—half physical and half emotional. “Oh Mike!”
His thrusts were faster and shorter this time. He didn’t pull out very far, just pushed against her body roughly and passionately.
He was panting so loudly she could hear it, despite her own whimpers and the loud sounds of the shaking bed. He adjusted his position then, bending his arms and propping his weight up on his forearms.
The move brought his chest down to hers, and her breasts rubbed against his, the hair on his chest ticking lusciously against her nipples. His face was closer now too, and she couldn’t look away from his intense, hungry gaze.
She’d never seen him—never seen anyone—look like him before.
His thrusts were still hard, and he grunted on each stroke. But they weren’t as rhythmic now, as his motion grew more urgent, more clumsy.
The loss of his control turned her on as much as his dominance had earlier. She tried to bite back her loud sounds of pleasure and abandon, but she couldn’t possibly stifle them.
Mike’s face was as flushed and damp as hers was, and his hair was sticking up on end, the way it always did after he made love. Since her hands were free now, she wrapped them around his neck and held onto him as tightly as she could.
“Mike,” she choked, “Mike, I love you. I love you.”
He made another guttural sound—this one less like a growl—and something transformed on his face. He didn’t stop fucking her, probably couldn’t stop at this point, but he leaned down and kissed her for the first time that day.
His kiss was hungry, open-mouthed, and clumsy, and she returned it with equal ardor. And they held the kiss as she came once more, the flood of feeling in her heart pushing her body into release.
She moaned into his mouth and clawed lines down the back of his neck as her pussy clenched around his cock. This time, he didn’t resist the pull of her orgasm. With a rough groan in the back of his throat, he let himself go, jerking a few times against her before she felt the spasms of his climax.
He came inside her—and for some reason she loved the feeling. Like she’d been claimed in a way she hadn’t been before.
His mouth was still moving against hers, his tongue stroking against hers slowly, when his body finally started to relax. He was softer now—blazingly hot and heavy on top of her—but softer. More familiar.
Still the Mike she knew.
She hugged him to her, not letting him pull away, and she stroked his back and hair with her hands.
They stayed that way for a few minutes, until Mike’s cock had fully softened inside her and she could feel the gush of their mingled fluids between her legs.
He was getting really heavy now, and she wasn’t in a terribly comfortable position.
She shifted a little and was relieved when he immediately rolled over, lying on his back beside her.
Julia closed her legs and rubbed her thighs together, her pussy feeling sore and overly sensitive—on top of being wet and rather sloppy.
She wasn’t sure quite what to say now. Wasn’t sure quite what everything meant.
Then she noticed Mike darting her little questioning glances as well, as if he felt the same way.
“Well,” she said, her voice a little hoarse, “That was interesting.”
He smiled. “That’s one way to put it.”
Feeling chilled now that the heat of arousal was fading, she reached for her t-shirt to pull it back on. “What was that? What just happened?”
“I think I, uh…might have snapped.”
She actually chuckled at his wry tone. “It certainly appeared so.”
Mike groaned and covered his face with his hands for a moment. “God, what an idiot.”
That worried her a little. What had just happened was important to her, and she didn’t want him to have any regrets. “I didn’t think you were an idiot. I kind of liked it.”
He turned over onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “Did you? I prefer not to cater to my barbarian side, and I wouldn’t want you to think I was pressuring you into—”
“Did it seem like I was pressured?”
His mouth quirked. “Good point.”
Unable to resist touching him, she reached over to caress his bristly face and messy brown hair. “You were quite the barbarian.”
They shared a smile, and it melted the knot of lingering fear in her heart. What had happened this morning hadn’t ruined everything. They still had some stuff to work out, but she wasn’t going to lose him.
She couldn’t lose him.
“Seriously, baby,” Mike said, his face sobering. “I meant what I said. But I don’t want you to think I was giving you an ultimatum. I know it’s not fair to expect you to suddenly make a one-eighty after being a part of a threesome with me. I understand why you still care about Drayton and why it’s so hard to cut him loose. It was really hard for me too—and I’ve been working through it for months now. And you have the biggest heart I’ve ever known. But I’d like for you to have all the facts before you move on.”
“Is that what you were showing me just now? The facts?”
“Yeah.” His smile matched the fond look in his eyes. “Just a few facts I thought you might have overlooked in the last year.”
She hadn’t had much time to think in the last hour, but she’d been able to process a few things at least. “For what it’s worth,” she admitted, “I think you might have been right—about my overlooking a few things.”
He nodded but didn’t press the issue. “Anyway, just so it’s clear, it wasn’t an ultimatum. I’m not going to go away, no matter what you decide.” He cleared his throat. “Unless you want me to.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him again.
She felt so tender and melty she didn’t know what might have happened next, what she might have ended up saying. But, as it happened, she wasn’t given the chance.
A crack of sound slammed into the quiet cabin. Julia screamed in startled fear as a man appeared in the doorway, having just kicked the door open.
Mike was an eminently capable man. No weakling and with quick instincts. He leapt to his feet, instinctively moving into fight mode. But he was utterly unprepared, half-dressed and still overcome with post-coital softness.