“Funny, but I thought you reacting so strongly had something to do with the fact that you maybe cared just a little bit about me and my safety, not some blind need to serve everyone in the population of D.C.” Did I really just admit that? Shit, but he was hell on my ability to keep my mouth shut too.
“Damn it, Megan!” He uncharacteristically exploded. He was always so even keeled that I was completely taken aback by this show of emotion. “I’ve had my dick in you. That means something to me.”
“I’m sorry.” I immediately retreated and lowered my head. I didn’t want him upset. I just wanted him to care.
“Look…” His fingers under my chin brought my face up, and he looked deep into my eyes when he admitted, “It freaked me out knowing that something could have happened to you; knowing that there could be a chance I’d never see you again—living and breathing and just plain being beautiful. The thought that my last words to you were so derogatory only made it worse. I honestly don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”
My heart soared at his words. I bit my lip to hide the smile that threatened. It was everything I wanted to hear right then. I brought my hand up to rest on his cheek and probably imagined his head leaning into my touch, but I chose to believe that my touch soothed him like his did me.
“Thank you for caring and for wanting to protect me. About the last time we saw each other… You have to know that I didn’t sleep with Dean once you and I started seeing each other. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
We stared into each other’s eyes for several moments before his head dipped down, and his mouth claimed mine in a possessive kiss. The longer it went on, the more inappropriate it became for a Wednesday night in a Mexican restaurant filled with patrons. I didn’t care though. Something about Mack and how I felt with him made me forget everything.
“Let’s get you home,” he whispered against my wet, kiss swollen lips. The loss of contact with him when he pulled back almost had me whimpering.
Remembering that it was best that we forgot each other and moved on was near impossible whenever he looked at me or touched me. I didn’t know if that was more dangerous than my old life of random hook ups with complete strangers. I guessed only time would tell.
As of right now, it would seem my on again, off again relationship with Mack was back on, and I couldn’t be more thrilled about it.
* * *
I walked out of the master bath into my room wearing nothing but the submissive thong Mack had given me. My head dipped causing my hair to brush my already sensitive nipples, making them tighten even further. I folded my hands in front of my body—a perfect submissive for my dominant. Or at least I hoped I was.
The thong was the most risqué and titillating thing I had ever worn. The silk front was a peek-a-boo style, trimmed with rhinestone, fishnet elastic. The back had a metal handcuff charm that attached to black leather cuffs. Once they were in place, my arms would be pinned behind my back, rendering me defenseless.
Mack’s naked feet showed up in my line of sight, making my heart skip a beat with anticipation. His index finger ran lightly up the center of my body, starting just above the thong and stopping at my chin. He put pressure there, forcing my eyes up to meet his.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathed against my lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please,” I corrected myself.
“Good girl. Now turn around.” I did as I was told and immediately felt soft leather enclosing first one then the other wrist. The snip of the metal handcuffs to the leather cuffs made my heart rate spike.
It was always like this with him. We had been back together for a few weeks now and instead of getting used to how he made me feel, I was still experiencing so many different emotions at his hands—most especially eagerness, feverishness and an urge to please him in every way.
Using my hair, Mack forced my head back and ran his tongue up my neck, stopping to nip my earlobe with his teeth. As always, it was just the right amount of pressure to make me moan. His hands cupped my breasts from behind, weighing them in his palms before pinching and teasing my nipples into rigid points. My head fell back onto his shoulder as a current of electricity shot through my body.
Completely pliant, I let him caress and tease me any which way he wanted. Each touch of his hand or stroke of his tongue brought me closer and closer to the feeling that I craved. I couldn’t fathom how he knew exactly what my body needed and when.
“I can do anything I want to your body right now and you can’t stop me. Does that excite you?” He whispered in my ear.
“Yes.”
“Me too.” His fingers went into the opening in the front of the thong and slowly stroked the exact spot that was sure to make me go off. “Drenched. I love how excited you get by submitting to me. Makes me want to fuck you so damn hard. Do you see what you do to me?”
I looked down at his straining erection in his jeans. Right then, I needed it. “Can I suck you?”
He groaned and shoved two fingers inside me. I cried out at the sudden invasion. They retreated only to slam back into my channel over and over again.
“Ahhh,” I panted as I felt my climax building.
The sound of a belt clinking had me opening my eyes that until that moment had been shut tightly as I reveled in the pleasure he was giving my body. The fingers of his one hand deftly unbuttoned his jeans. The tip of his cock peeked out, beckoning me to touch it. My arms pulled at my binds, blindly trying to do just that.
“Shane,” I moaned when he hit just the right spot with his thumb. “Please. I want your cock in my mouth.”
Quick as lightning I found his fingers gone from my body and his jeans were being kicked across the floor. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and set it on the floor in front of him. His hands gently guided me down to my knees.
Holding his cock in his hand, he traced my lips with the tip. My tongue darted out and licked the fluid leaking from it. Far too slowly, he then slid his cock past my parted lips until he was well down my throat, and I was fighting off my gag reflex.
“Such a good girl. Swallow around me.” I did as he asked, and it sent a shudder through his body.
Gripping my hair, he began to fuck my mouth—slowly at first and then faster and more uninhibited as we went on. My tongue swirled, and my mouth sucked. The closer he got to orgasm, the faster and harsher his movements were. What would have turned most people off as being too rough, only served to add fuel to the fire raging in my body. I sucked harder wanting him to come down my throat so badly. He cursed and then pulled me off him. His fingers circled the base of his cock like a makeshift cock ring, and I watched him visibly struggle not to come.
I stuck my lower lip out in a pout. “I wanted that.”
“I don’t want to come yet, Megan,” he informed me.
“If you come now, you can recover while you return the favor,” I suggested.
He shook his head, but there was a new gleam in his eyes. A sexy one at that. “You topping from the bottom, Ms. Huntley?”
“It’s Dr. Huntley,” I corrected him.
“Mmmm… that it is. I’ve got a real problem here, doc. Think you can help me with it?” His fist wrapped around his erection, and he started stroking.
“I can,” I breathed. “I know just what will help.”
“Oh yeah?” He took a step closer so it was almost touching my lips, but not quite. Such a tease.
“Yes.” My tongue darted out and swiped the head. “I need a closer inspection to be sure though.”
He moved forward slightly, but not enough for my liking. I grazed him lightly with my teeth, making him groan and plunge into my mouth. I gagged around his length, which only served to make him lose more control.
I loved every second of him taking what he needed from me. Within minutes, he grew harder and was pulsing down the back of my throat. I worked hard to swallow it all
, and as he slipped past my lips, I couldn’t help but smile that I had won that round.
“So cheeky,” he admonished. “Let’s not get too used that. I’m the one who controls things, remember?”
“Yes. I remember.” I couldn’t quite pull off the contrite persona I was going for. He helped me to my feet and only let go when I wasn’t so shaky.
“What are you going to do to me now?” I asked.
“Funny you should ask.” He walked over to his coat and retrieved a small bag. He pulled out a small, black butt plug from it. With a flick of a switch it began vibrating. My belly tightened in response.
Standing in front of me, he ran the vibrating probe around each nipple, watching with rapt attention as they tightened and pebbled. His mouth replaced the vibrator and sucked each one in turn, making me moan loudly.
He guided me over towards the bed. Pressing on my back he forced me to bend over the turned down bed. The silk of the sheets on my nipples caused goose bumps to break out across my skin. I imagined it was the silky smoothness of his tongue still.
His hand ran down my spine and through the crack of my ass, where he teasingly probed both my openings. Each calculated move made me squirm with need.
Warm oil poured down my crack and I held my breath waiting for what came next. I didn’t have to wait long before his finger pushed into my ass, stretching the tight ring of muscles there. After he had me prepared for more, his finger was replaced with the cool plug. Once in place, Mack’s hands ran down my thighs, massaging the leftover oil into my skin.
When he dropped to his knees, and his tongue followed the same path his hands had made, I knew I was in for a long ride. He had no intention of letting me come anytime soon. Under normal circumstances, I would be prone to complain, but I was enjoying the way he was building my pleasure. I welcomed the heady orgasm that was sure to follow.
His hands widened my stance, and his tongue began probing my folds through the thong opening. Too focused on the motions of his tongue on my clit, I was startled when the plug began vibrating. Within no time, I was moaning and attempting to circle my hips. His fingers dug into my left thigh while his right hand smacked my ass hard. I cried out ready to shoot off like a rocket.
Shane pulled back and warned, “Don’t fucking move.”
Panting like I had just run a marathon, I calmed myself as best as I could and didn’t move an inch. I was rewarded for my efforts when he went back to licking and fucking me with his fingers while my ass vibrated. I was cresting again when he pulled on the plug and then shoved it back in. Now both of his hands were in motion fucking me, and his tongue was circling. That was when it happened. Complete and utter nirvana took over my body as every single muscle I had seized and convulsed. I had no control over my body. I just let it wash over me as I came harder than I ever had before, which was saying something since Mack wrung the best orgasms from me.
Before I could come down, he was slamming into my pussy from behind; his momentum forcing the plug deeper into my ass. A second wave quickly followed the first, and I screamed out—my voice hoarse and my throat dry. He slammed into me viciously over and over again and holy shit, I could feel another climax building. I didn’t think it was possible for me to come so much in such a short period of time.
I felt his motions become less smooth and controlled right before his hand tightened around my wrists, pulling me back against him and driving deeper still into my pussy. I had no idea where I ended, and he began in that moment.
“Fuck,” he roared and stilled as he spilled into me. Each grunt and spasm from him echoed through me, making my next orgasm come quickly as a pulsating rush.
He slumped down over me; his forehead resting on my spine, and I could feel the sweat dripping from him. I had never felt so connected to anyone before. I know many would think I was crazy for saying that seeing as how we just fucked good and dirty, but it was so much more than if he had slowly made love to me.
“Shane?” I called out not wanting to break the moment, but I had no choice.
“Give me a minute, buttercup.”
I really wanted to do that, but I couldn’t. “Can you at least turn the vibrator off?” I begged, knowing that if he didn’t I would embarrass myself and probably come again.
“Shit,” he mumbled and then reached down to pull the plug out, turning it off. He gave a little chuckle. “I thought the buzzing was in my head. Sorry.”
I laughed at that too, and my insides warmed knowing he was as affected by what just happened as I was.
Sadly, he pulled out after that and went to clean up. I watched over my shoulder as he returned with a warm cloth to clean the evidence of our interlude from me. Once the cuffs were off, he pulled the panties down my legs and threw them to the side. His strong hands helped me off the bed and turned me into his embrace.
His kiss was soft and sweet, making my toes curl and my heart want things I wasn’t sure he knew he was capable of giving me.
Deciding to go for the gusto, I asked a question that I had wanted to ask numerous times in the last few weeks but was afraid to. “Will you stay tonight? I don’t want you to leave.”
I could see a play of emotions cross his face—from fear to guilt to longing—as he fought with himself to answer. Finally, he nodded, so I led him to the bed. He settled on his back. His body strung tight. I curled into his side with my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around his waist. Slowly, his body relaxed and his hand started running through my hair.
Normally, I would have felt triumphant and hopeful that he was here with me when he wasn’t protecting me or having sex with me. What I wanted to do right then was cry, because even though he was lying next to me, he couldn’t have been any further from me. I had him in body, but not mind. She still had that, which meant she still had his heart too.
Chapter Thirteen
“I want to go see the movie with Henry Cavill in it,” I noted over Mack’s shoulder as he scrolled through the movie listings on his phone.
“Sorry, buttercup. I don’t do man candy. We’ll go see the new Transformers movie.”
“How about the Nicholas Sparks’ movie?” I hedged. A mostly naked Zac Efron? Yes, please. I could perv on that all day.
“Or the movie with zombies taking over the world.” Smooth Mack. I almost applauded how easily he deflected my choice in movie. It was as if I hadn’t spoken.
“I think it’s safe to say we aren’t going to agree.” I climbed over the back of the couch and curled up on his lap. “Maybe we should just stay in. I know for a fact that we always agree on what to do in our spare time when we’re playing here.”
“Tempting.” His hand ran up my leg and squeezed my ass. “Have you ever made out in a dark theater?”
He began nuzzling my neck, his lips dancing lightly across the skin there making shivers move across my body.
“Not since I was like sixteen years old.” I wasn’t about to add in the fact that by the time I discovered sex the night before my seventeenth birthday that was all I was worried about. Back then it made more sense to make out in the back of a car parked in the woods than it did in a semi-crowded theater.
“Well then, I think it’s important I give you that extremely important experience now that you’re an adult. It’s a ride you won’t soon forget.”
“Will it be the X rated version?”
“It will be somewhere between NC-17 and X. I can promise you that.”
“Okay. You sold me on the idea.” My smile was huge at the thought. I made to pull out of his arms, but he tightened his hold on me right before he rolled me to my back. He hovered over me. His blue eyes dancing with mischief.
“We didn’t pick a movie.”
“If you’re going to be feeling me up during it, I don’t care what’s playing on the screen,” I truthfully told him.
“Okay. How about this? If you don’t come within five minutes of me going down on you, you can pick the movie. But if I can make you come in that time frame the
n we see what I want.”
“How is this fair? I win either way.”
“No. If you don’t come within five minutes, you aren’t coming at all. Not until later when I decide you can. You’ll be hot, wet and achy when we go to the movies.”
Looked like I was going to make a show of coming, and coming quickly to boot.
“You’re on, hoss.” My hands went between us to undo my pants.
“Hoss?” He asked as he helped me wriggle them down my legs. Next came my panties.
“Yeah. Hoss.”
“Okay? I’m not sure how I feel about that.” He looked bemused, which made me laugh.
“It’s a compliment really. You’ve never heard the term used before? It means that you’re like… a boss. You make the rules and do whatever you want. You know? Kind of like ‘you’re the man.’”
He mulled that over for a moment, before giving me his playful smirk. “Okay, I’ll go with it.” And then he was between my legs seeing who could win the movie bet. By the three minute mark, I could feel it coming. Oh yes, even though he was going to pick the movie, I was not a loser in this particular game. At all.
Once I came back down, he raised himself up over me and fused his mouth with mine. I loved how his kisses tasted like me. It was naughty and dirty—just the way I liked it.
“You think we could go for round two?” I asked coquettishly.
“Greedy,” he murmured right before he licked a path from the top of my cleavage bearing shirt to my ear. “What am I going to do with you?” He whispered.
“I can think of a few things.” My head tilted to the side to give him better access.
“Like this?” He bit down on my earlobe.
I shook my head.
“What about this?” He sucked gently on the sensitive spot where my shoulder and neck met. Goose bumps rose along my skin, and a moan left my mouth.
“No,” I breathed. My hips rose to signal what I wanted.
“Or this?” His hands skated along my body until his fingers were stroking me, softly and tenderly. Then he pinched my clit hard, and I felt a spasm deep inside.
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