Barrett, Julia Rachel - Pushing Her Boundaries (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Julia Rachel Barrett

  Her breathing quickened and she pressed her wayward body against his mouth, her hands buried in his hair, moving his head, positioning him exactly where she wanted him. Turned on as hell, Mace allowed it. He pressed inward and upward with his finger, hearing her sob, feeling the tiny muscles contract, hard, as her climax began. The thought occurred to him that if he stopped right now, it would be torture for her and he almost did stop, just for the fun of it, but fuck, it would take Superman to pull his mouth away from Maggie’s warm, wet, willing pussy.

  She screamed as she came, knees buckling. Mace caught her with one arm, careful to cushion her fall. He lowered her to the floor and reluctantly pulled his finger from her backside. He moved between her legs, forcing her thighs apart with his own. Mace had too many fucking clothes on, but he didn’t care. He had to get inside her. He unzipped his jeans and, shoving down his boxers, freed himself. Maggie reached for him, but he pushed her hand aside. Propping himself up on one arm, he used his own fist to guide the head of his swollen penis back and forth through her wetness. He positioned himself at the opening to her body and shoved. Her tissues were so swollen that he met with resistance and she jerked beneath him.

  “Fuck, Maggie, let me in. Let me in now.”

  “Too big,” she gasped. “You’re too big.”

  “The hell I am. You can take me.”

  “No.” She shook her head and he saw the tension in her face.

  Be cool. You’re hard as a fucking club. Help her, help her relax.

  Mace gritted his teeth and changed his tactics. “Shhhhhh. It’s okay, Maggie. It’s okay.” Keeping his movements slow and easy, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to muscle his way past her defenses and bury himself, he moved just the tip of his cock in and out of her. “That’s right. Just like that, baby, just like that. Everything will be all right.”

  At his words, Maggie arched her back, thrusting her nipples toward his mouth. Mace realized he hadn’t tasted them yet. How had he been so remiss? He leaned down and licked the breast closest to his mouth. Her nipple beaded against his tongue, hard and swollen and sensitive as all hell, if the moan he heard her make in response was any indication. He wound his tongue around the soft pink areola and then sucked the hard little bead into his mouth. Feeling her inner muscles begin to relax, he drove deeper into her with each stroke. At last, seated in her to the very root of his erect cock, he lifted his head, tugging on her nipple as he did so, releasing it with a pop. Holding perfectly still, encased in Maggie’s heat, Mace closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. When he opened his eyes, he found Maggie staring at his mouth. She looked hungry.

  She can’t be any hungrier than I am.

  Mace wanted to be gentle, but he knew gentle was not what she wanted. He allowed his lips to find hers, and he kissed her so hard their teeth clacked together. He bit her lower lip and reveled in her response. She tangled her tongue with his, sucking at him, even nipping him. Maggie thrust her hips against him now, meeting him as he pounded into her.

  Fuck, I want to come. He ripped himself out of her and leaned back, putting a halt to the inevitable.

  “No,” Maggie cried, and she made her disappointment known, rising to her knees, following him. She wrapped both of her hands around his erection and stroked him up and down.

  “Stop,” Mace groaned. “Stop.”

  Maggie kept her hands in place. “Why?”

  “Because I’m not ready to come yet.”

  “Good.” She removed her hands from him and knelt, her eyes locked on his cock. As he watched, she stuck out her tongue and licked him. Before he could stop her, she was on her hands and knees, lowering her mouth around the swollen head. He ran a hand over her nicely muscled back, watching the movement of her head, up and down, up and down, her mouth working him, sucking him, nibbling on the hard ridge. She slid a hand beneath his balls and squeezed gently, moving her palm farther back, circling his asshole with a finger. She slipped her fingertip inside and he jerked.

  Maggie lifted her head. “Turnabout is fair play.”

  “I don’t play fair,” Mace growled.

  Placing both hands on her rib cage, he pulled her upright, bringing one of her nipples to his mouth, and he bit her. She shrieked and he bit her again, then turned his attention to the other peak and sucked it hard, scraping the edges of the swollen tissue with his teeth.

  She clutched at his shoulders. “Yes, Mace, yes.”

  Giving her nipple a last tug, he lifted his head. “I want your ass, Maggie.”

  She sucked in a breath. “You want…you want to fuck me in the ass?”

  Mace shook his head. “I want to step between your long legs and hold your sweet ass in my hands while I fuck you from behind. I want to watch my dick vanish into your body and reappear all wet and shiny…with you.”

  He watched as she closed her eyes at his words. She sagged in his arms. One of her hands traveled to her chest, a finger caressing the nipple he’d just bitten. Her other hand slid between her legs and she rubbed her clit. “Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard.”

  Mace sat her down on the floor. She dropped her hands and looked up at him. “Don’t stop, woman. Keep doing what you’re doing while I get my clothes off.”

  Maggie smiled then and closed her eyes. As he pulled off his boots, she lay on the floor, stretching out her long legs with those stilettos still strapped in place, placing one on each side of him. Undressing, breathing hard, Mace watched as her left hand toyed with one nipple and then the other, while the right hand circled her clit. She slid a finger lower, and he watched her circle her wet, swollen vagina. Jesus, this woman is going to kill me. He reached a hand over to her and slid his finger inside along with hers. Maggie arched her back, her muscles contracting around his finger.

  “Come, Maggie. Make yourself come.”

  “Is that an order?” Her voice was little more than a purr.

  “Yes, it’s an order. Make yourself come while I watch.”

  She panted. “You help me.”

  “No.” He withdrew his finger. “All by yourself.”

  Mace was naked now. He was already hard as a fucking rock, but watching Maggie touch herself made him even harder. Eyes narrowed, he rose up on his knees, stroking himself as she writhed before him. He spread her legs even further, watching her fingers work over her clit and slide in and out of her own body. Two fingers of her other hand tugged at one of her nipples and he was tempted to suck the other into his mouth, but then he’d miss the show. Suddenly her back arched and she flattened her palm against her pussy. She groaned, tossing her head back and forth.

  Mace couldn’t help it. He pulled her hand away and replaced it with his cock, thrusting into her, relishing her scream of pleasure, riding her through her orgasm. When at last she lay limp and spent beneath him, Mace withdrew from her. He groped to his knees, bringing Maggie with him. Rising to his feet, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the couch. Squeezing behind it, he shoved it away from the wall with his hip and slid Maggie down the front of his body until her high-heeled feet reached the floor. With an arm around her waist to keep her upright, Mace shoved the couch farther, until he had all the room he needed to fuck her the way he wanted to fuck her…her ass up in the air, her legs spread, her pussy all his.

  Maggie looked up at him, her face flushed, eyes half closed. She seemed to be studying him, and Mace wondered for just a moment what she really thought of all this, but then he turned her away from him. Placing a gentle hand between her shoulder blades, he bent her over the back of the couch. When he heard a moan and saw her arch her lower back, raising her ass even higher, he decided he didn’t really care what she thought. She offered. He wanted.

  Mace stepped between her spread legs, staring down. He teased her, spreading her farther apart, slipping a finger into her tight ass. Her gasp pleased him. She gave a little wiggle and took his finger higher. Damn, he was tempted to follow his finger with his cock, but she was so tight and he was so big, he feared
he’d hurt her. He could tell she’d never been fucked that way. He might get around to it sometime tonight, but he’d have to be careful with her. It wasn’t something he made a habit of doing, but hell, he wanted her every which way.

  Mace slid a finger through her folds, finding her clit. He spread her labia so that with every thrust, her clit would rub on the back edge of the couch.

  The couch will be perfumed with her pussy. Maybe I’ll buy it from Lynn. He chuckled at the thought.

  “What?” Maggie sounded out of breath.

  “Shhhhhhh. My turn, Maggie. It’s my turn now.” He guided the head of his penis to her opening and with a single thrust, seated himself deep inside her. “Fuck.” His head fell forward and he closed his eyes. She gripped him like a tight, hot, wet fist. Taking a breath, Mace removed his finger from her ass. With a hand on each of her hips to hold her steady, Mace began to pump into her.

  Jesus. Her ass up in the air, her legs stretched out on either side of his, up on her toes in those high heels, her slender back arched, hands gripping the couch cushions, her head down, hair flipped forward…his erection appearing and disappearing into her pretty pink pussy…

  A tornado could bring the building down around our ears and I don’t think I’d give a fuck.

  “Maggie.” Mace groaned. He knew he was close. He wanted her to come with him, but in another moment, he didn’t really care. He had to come. Tightening his grip on her hips, he held her still and pounded into her. “Fuck… Fuck…”

  With a deep groan, he buried himself in her body and exploded. Maggie must have come too because it felt like her muscles held him and milked him dry, but Mace was too far gone to be sure. Bracing himself on his arms, he bent over her, panting. After a few moments, despite her moan of protest, he slid out of her. He lifted Maggie up and drew her back against his chest. Resting his face against the side of her neck, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

  * * * *

  Oh. My. God. What just happened? Maggie felt like a limp noodle in Mace’s arms. Did I know he would be so…? She sucked in a deep breath and blew it out. She felt Mace tighten his hold on her and she closed her eyes. I must have known…I must have. Behind her, the man held so still that if it wasn’t for the occasional tweak of his thumb against her nipple, she’d think he was dozing. She felt her own eyes grow heavy, but after the offer she’d made, she doubted Mace would let her get much sleep. Her heart began to speed up at the thought of what else they might do—what else she might let him do.

  Maggie’s eyes flew open. What if he thinks I’m a slut? Crap. It’s a little late to worry about that, don’t ya think?

  Mace lifted his head from her shoulder. “Stop it.”

  “Stop what?”

  “Second-guessing yourself.”

  Despite the close quarters, Maggie wiggled around until she faced him. She looked up into his eyes. “What are you, a mind reader?”

  Mace smiled at her and tugged on a lock of her short hair. “Hardly. You tensed up. It doesn’t take a mind reader to figure out that you’re wondering what the hell just happened. And you’re wondering what I think of you.”

  Chewing on her lower lip, Maggie decided to go ahead and ask. “Yeah, I want to know. What do you think of me?”

  “I think…” Mace slid a finger beneath her chin and lowered his lips to hers. “I think,” he said, their lips barely touching, “that you are a remarkable woman.” He kissed her. “And yes, I still respect you. If anything,” he paused to grin at her, showing those very white teeth, “my respect for you has increased by leaps and bounds. C’mere.”

  Mace knelt down and removed her shoes. Grabbing a throw from the couch, he wrapped her in it and lifted her into his arms.

  “You keep carrying me around like I’m helpless.”

  “Bothers you, doesn’t it, to know that I’m stronger than you.” Mace cleared his throat. His voice was very low in her ear. “It bothers you that I can have my way with you.”

  “You can only have as much as I allow.”

  “My point exactly.” He laughed. “Let’s take a little nap because I need to build up my strength, Miss Multi-orgasmic.” He kicked open the door to the bedroom and tossed Maggie onto the bed. Unwrapping her, he snuggled against her and pulled the blanket back over the two of them.

  Maggie began to giggle.

  “What?”

  “The couch.”

  “What about the couch?”

  “Um…me? The couch?”

  “Oh.” Mace chuckled. “You mean the couch is going to smell like you. Is that what you mean?”

  Maggie nodded against his chest.

  “Yeah, I already thought of that. I’m gonna buy it from your sister. It’ll be like a scented thank-you card from you.”

  Maggie elbowed him in the ribs.

  “Hey, I’m serious. You smell so fucking sweet I may sell tickets. I might even invent some sort of Maggie spray and market it. I could make a fortune.” Mace wriggled his way beneath the blanket and buried his face in her pussy. She heard him mumble something and she felt the vibrations from his throat against her clit. Her breath quickening, she dug her nails into his shoulders. Mace climbed back up her body, stopping to give equal time to her nipples.

  When he reappeared, smelling so enticingly of sex, Maggie asked him, “What did you say?”

  “When?”

  “When you were down there.”

  “Oh, when I was down there sampling your goodies?”

  Maggie smiled at him. “Yes.”

  Mace wrapped an arm around her and pulled her head onto his shoulder. “Nothing, Maggie, just talking to myself. Try to get a little sleep. We have the whole night ahead of us.”

  With a sigh, Maggie complied. She molded her naked body against his hard one and relaxed, drifting, half-asleep, waiting until he was ready for more.

  Chapter Four

  An arm beneath his head, Mace stared at the ceiling, thinking. Maggie dozed, curled up on her side like a warm little kitten, her breathing soft and even, her hair a tousled mess. He loved it, loved the tangled curls, loved the soft skin, the perfect way she nestled against him, the perfect way she fit him. Or he fit into her, Mace wasn’t sure which. She was prickly, skittish. She might be generous with her body, but she was stingy with her heart. He wondered who had hurt her.

  Must have been in the past year or so, that’s the only reason for a woman to be so wary of men.

  He tried to remember what Jeff had said about her, about Lynn’s family.

  I wish I’d paid more attention. Jeff said something about divorced parents, an alcoholic mother…I don’t remember much. Maybe it was something like “Lynn has a sister who always hooks up with losers. I hope she doesn’t bring one to the wedding.”

  Why would a woman like Maggie hook up with losers? She was obviously intelligent, discerning, compassionate…she was a hospice nurse, for Christ’s sake. She had a good sense of humor, and she was cool as a cucumber in a crisis. She had impeccable taste in food and wine, and a body that was right up his alley, long and lean, with skin like satin. There was nothing he found more appealing in a woman than soft skin. Mace leaned over and inhaled. God, Maggie smelled good, no perfumes, no lotions, just the scent of a healthy woman. So why would she hook up with losers? The thought infuriated him. Men could be such asses. He could be an ass.

  Yes, but I’m entitled. I’m good at what I do…in my practice and in my bed. I don’t cheat and I don’t lie. I treat women with respect. Maggie can trust me, but she’s determined not to.

  She asked me what I said. She’s the kind of woman I’ve been looking for, that’s what I said, but I won’t tell her. If she heard me say that, she’d jump out of this bed in a heartbeat. She’d flee the apartment, probably grab a cab to the airport, and I’d never see her again, other than at the wedding. Maybe she’d give me a dance, but only for the sake of politeness.

  Maggie mumbled something and her hand slid across his abdomen and along his rib ca
ge. Mace felt a certain part of his anatomy stir at the warmth of her touch. Never had he wanted a woman the way he wanted her. His hand found her breast and he flipped her onto her back.

  Leaning over her, Mace asked, “How much foreplay do you want, Maggie?”

  “This time?” She smiled, stroking his swelling cock. “None. Just fuck me, Mace, please.” Her voice was low, smoky, and Mace felt a shiver run up his spine. What man didn’t dream of hearing the words Just fuck me, please?

  Mace lay back and pulled Maggie on top of him. She bent her head as she climbed onto him, taking his nipple into her mouth, giving him a playful nip before he tugged her up higher and then slid her down over his erection. She was still slick and slippery from their previous lovemaking, and he thrust into her heat in one smooth move. Suspending her above him, withdrawing his cock until just the tip remained inside, he dangled her pert little breasts over his face.

  “Perfect,” Mace murmured, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth, listening to Maggie’s appreciative moans. He tugged the nipple free to lower her over his cock for a few strokes, and then lifted her once more to his mouth, attending to her other breast.

  Maggie wiggled against him, trying to take him deeper, but Mace held back. His mouth still around her nipple, he laughed. With a last suck, he shoved up and pushed her down, burying himself inside her. “Better?”

  “Much better,” Maggie purred. She placed her hands on his chest and lifted herself, maneuvering her hips to ride up and down his length like a woman on the back of a galloping horse.

  Mace stretched his body, raising his hands behind his head and pressing them against the headboard. He held still and let her have her way with him. He watched Maggie close her eyes.