Supernova

by Kate Stacy

  “Fuck!” I scream, body writhing as he devours me.

  He’s never gone down on me from behind before. The sensations overwhelm me as he licks, sucks, and nibbles my pussy.

  It doesn’t take long for my body to begin to tremble. My muscles tighten, my breath quickens…

  “Oh God, right there!”

  His tongue flattens on my clit with just the right pressure to make me see stars. My vision goes white as he sucks my clit into his mouth and hums, sending vibrations through me. I scream as my release washes over me like a tidal wave.

  I’m still shaking and panting as he stands, unzipping his pants. I’ve barely heard the zipper when he thrusts into me without warning. His bruising grip on my hips holds me steady as he penetrates deep.

  “Fuck, Madalyn!” He shouts, thrusting harder, penetrating deeper.

  So fucking good.

  My whimpers and moans are muffled by the blankets in my white-knuckled grip.

  I jolt when he slaps my ass again. “Let me fucking hear you. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

  His hand runs the length of my spine until he grips the back of my neck, pinning me down. I turn my face to the side, allowing me to look up at him as he towers over me.

  “That’s right, wife. Watch me while I fuck you.”

  His eyes are glazed over and there’s a flicker of something that I’ve never seen before, but he blinks and it’s gone.

  “Keep your eyes on me. Watch me fill this cunt. It belongs to me, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

  “Y-y-yes!” The words come out on a stutter as he picks up his pace.

  “Fucking right it does. No one gets to fuck this sweet, tight cunt but me.”

  His movements become more erratic.

  His possessive words continue between thrusts. “You...are...fucking...mine!”

  He throws his head back, a loud, guttural moan escaping him as he releases inside of me.

  Pulling me up to stand, he supports my weight by wrapping his arms around my trembling, sated body. He grasps my chin, turning my face to his and lowering his mouth to mine.

  This kiss is so gentle, so sweet compared to the way he ravished me. The stark difference leaves me light-headed and a bit confused.

  “I love you, Madalyn.” He whispers, looking into my eyes.

  I give him a sweet smile. “I love you too, David.”

  Our mouths meet again for a long, passionate kiss.

  In the bathroom, I stand in front of the mirror to let my hair down. His eyes follow my every movement as he finally undresses before standing behind me. He eyes me with a curiosity that I don’t really understand. Turning, I glide my hands up his hard body, taking pleasure in the way his smooth skin feels under my palms.

  We’re both silent as I continue to explore him. Moments later, he pulls away and heads for the shower. We take turns washing each other. Touching and teasing. As I wash my hair, I groan at the sight of his hand wrapped around his thick, hard cock. He strokes himself, silently watching me.

  I rinse my hair and kneel at his feet. My tongue darts out, wetting my lips as I track the movements of his hand. My mouth chases his hand on the next downstroke, engulfing the head of his dick. He growls, moving his hand to my head, wrapping my hair tightly around his fist as I take him deeper into my mouth.

  Spreading my knees, I slide my hand to my center, moving my fingers rapidly over my clit. Watching the way he touched himself got me so worked up, it won’t take long to make myself come. My eyes close as the pleasure washes over me.

  I take him in as deep as I can, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, gagging me. Before I can pull back, he brings his other hand to my head, holding me still as he begins to fuck my throat.

  My eyes shoot open. He revels in my shock, eyes gleaming as a husky laugh leaves his lips.

  “You like me fucking that pretty little mouth.”

  It’s not a question. His lips tip to a smirk when I moan in response.

  He’s full of surprises tonight. I may be the one on my knees, but usually from this position I hold all the power. Not tonight. He’s an entirely different creature. Rough, demanding, possessive. It reminds me of...no. I stop my thoughts from going to him. I shouldn’t be thinking of him now. I shouldn’t be thinking of him at all. He has no place here.

  I close my eyes again, pushing those thoughts away. Moving my fingers through my wetness, I slip one inside. I whimper around his length, so close to going over the edge.

  “Don’t you dare come.”

  My hand stills, a reflexive response to the demand in his tone.

  I look up at him as he pulls his cock from my mouth.

  “Your orgasms are mine. You come only when I want you to come.”

  I swallow back the sassy words I want to speak and allow him to help me up from the shower floor. He turns off the water, drying me with a towel before instructing me to go wait for him on the bed.

  I lie face up on the bed, my body burning with need as I wait. He comes to me moments later, his body moving to hover over mine. His mouth meets mine in a searing kiss before he flips me over to my stomach.

  He drips warm oil on my back and begins to massage me, starting at my shoulders, working his way down. I moan quietly, his firm touch makes me tremble, amping up my need. When his hands leave me, I wait in anticipation for whatever he has planned. I gasp when warm oil drips on my ass.

  His hands glide easily over my slick skin as he begins kneading my flesh. My body reacts instinctively to his touch. A shiver when he leans over me, kissing the tender spot behind my ear. Squirming when his finger traces the crease of my ass. A jolt when his fingertip circles the part of me that no one has ever had before.

  His breath fans my ear with his raspy whisper, “I’m going to take you here, Madalyn.”

  My body stills. I’m not sure I want this, but I make no move to stop him.

  There’s slight pressure and discomfort as he slowly sinks his finger inside, but it quickly turns to pleasure. One finger becomes two and he twists them, stretching me, the discomfort turning to pleasure until he removes them. I whimper in protest, arching my hips off the bed.

  He chuckles, squeezing both cheeks roughly. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”

  He drips more oil onto me and I can hear the movements of his hands as he lubricates himself. I tense when I feel his head against my back entrance.

  “Relax. Let me in.”

  I do as he says and relax my body, whining a bit as he begins to push inside. The feelings from his fingers were nothing compared to what I feel now. A slight burning pain joining the discomfort. It hurts, but in a really good way. His cock pushes past the tight ring of muscle, sinking deep, and I moan.

  “Oh my Godddddd.”

  David growls through clenched teeth. “Fuck, baby. Your ass is so goddamn tight.”

  He pulls out, thrusting back in slowly. He leans forward, using the weight of his body on top of mine to pin me to the bed. Teeth sink into my shoulder as he starts fucking me harder.

  His body leaves mine, his arm reaching underneath my hips to pull my ass up off the bed. He grips my hip tightly, sliding his other hand to my clit, fingers matching the pace of his strokes. The mixture of pleasure and pain is so intense, I’m almost sobbing. I never thought this would feel so incredible.

  “That’s right, sweetheart, you’re gonna come for me. You’re gonna come with my cock deep in your ass, knowing that I own every inch of you now.”

  His pace slows, but he fucks me harder, his hips slapping against my ass with the force of his thrusts.

  “How does it feel knowing that I’ve had all of you tonight? Your cunt. Your mouth. Your ass. How does it feel knowing that no man will ever touch this body again?”

  I can’t speak. Only whimpers, whines, and moans leave my lips. He lifts his hand from my pussy, bringing it back down with a quick smack. The sharp sting of pain makes my muscles clench around his cock.

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p; A long groan leaves him and he slaps it again.

  “Come for me.”

  I scream as I fall over the edge of ecstasy. I lose my breath, my body shaking, tightening, and pulsing as I come.

  “Fuuuuuuucccckkkkk!” He roars, moaning harshly as my ass clenches down on his cock again.

  He sinks deep, spilling inside me before he pulls out and finishes on my ass. His hot, sticky release coats my flesh. Marking me as his.

  We collapse to the bed, chests heaving as we try to catch our breaths. Lying there, tangled in each other, I start to drift off to sleep. David kisses me before standing up and pulling me with him. We shower again quickly before getting back in bed, both of us easily giving in to sleep.

  Hours later, I wake from a dream with a deep feeling of unease. I reach over for David, but the bed is cold where his body should be. Wondering where he went, I sit up to look around the room and I gasp when I see him sitting in a chair in the corner. He’s covered in shadow, motionless as he watches me. There’s a hint of something wild in his eyes, something feral.

  The intensity of his stare causes a shiver of dread to creep through me. I watch him, his eyes fixed on me as he tilts his head slightly, seemingly contemplating something.

  “Is something wrong?” I ask, breaking the silence.

  His head shakes, but he doesn’t utter a sound.

  I don’t know what to make of his behavior, so I ignore my unease and pat the bed beside me.

  “Come back to bed.”

  He rises slowly from the chair, stalking across the room like a predator and climbs into bed. Hovering over me, he kisses me, biting my lower lip before pulling away and lying beside me. I snuggle close to him, his arms wrapping around me. I’m exhausted, so I close my eyes, slowly drifting back to sleep.

  I almost don’t hear his whispered words.

  “I’m never, ever letting you go.”

  I wander aimlessly through town for a while after having my heart ripped from my chest.

  I have no desire to go home to an empty house, so eventually, I find myself at my bar. Blackwood Brewhouse is packed, something I’d be proud of any other day. Today, I simply don’t give a fuck. Nothing seems to matter right now.

  The future I thought I would have is gone.

  I don’t know what I’m going to do now but drowning myself in the bottom of a bottle sounds like a damn good place to start.

  I order a drink at the bar, thinking about how I spent the last two years busting my ass to get this bar up and running, turning it into what it is today. Successful. So many long days and lonely nights. Grueling, back-breaking work. I gave it my all. Blood, sweat, and tears. Started turning a profit after the first six months, which is almost unheard of for a new business in a small town like this one. It was all worth it until Madalyn strolled back into town with a diamond ring on her finger and a prick on her arm.

  When she walked into my bar, I could tell I was the last person she expected to see. The look in her eyes when she saw me...fuck, just put a knife through my heart. It would hurt less. She looked at me like a stranger. Like we didn’t used to mean everything to each other. Her eyes were empty and cold.

  Noah interrupts my thoughts, asking if I want another drink.

  I look down at my empty glass, not realizing I’d drained it.

  I nod. “Keep ‘em coming, man.”

  He knows my story. My demons. The whole town knows my story and before long, I’m sure they’ll know his. Noah came back to town with demons of his own. Left town right after high school, leaving his girl behind. He came back a couple of months ago, but no one knows why. It’s his story to tell when he’s ready. When that happens, everyone will know. That’s the thing about small towns—nothing stays a secret for long. Gossip and rumors spread like wildfire.

  I wait for my whiskey, which doesn’t take long. Perks of owning the bar, I guess. I thank him and let him know I’ll be at the private table we keep reserved for family and friends.

  I make my way through the crowd and seat myself in the back booth, against the wall, where I have a clear view of the entire bar. Leaning back, I raise the glass to my lips and take a sip, ice clinking against the glass. The voices, laughter, and music fade to white noise as I watch the happy, carefree people.

  The Brewhouse has become a regular hangout for the locals, not to mention the business we get from surrounding towns and travelers. Drink specials, parties, and special events are only a few of the things that draw in a crowd. We’re constantly making changes to keep up with the interests and demands of our patrons. One of the things people frequently comment on is the variety of music we play. I like to think that there’s a little something for everyone.

  I’m usually working, so the music is just background noise, but I sure as hell hear it when the current song switches over to By the Way by Theory of a Deadman. The lyrics set me on edge, bringing back memories of the day that Madalyn disappeared from my life.

  Fuck that. I refuse to let myself fall down that rabbit hole. I’ve suffered enough torture for the day.

  I motion for the waitress when my glass is empty again. Not recognizing the cute little blonde that struts over, I immediately come to the conclusion that Holden must have hired her recently. I’ve been in a fog since Mads came back. We could have a whole new staff and I probably wouldn’t notice.

  She obviously doesn’t know who I am because she gives me that look. You know, the one that says she’s down to fuck. Ignoring her flirtations, I ask for a refill and request the bottle.

  She puts some extra sway into those hips as she leaves the table. I chuckle and shake my head. Won’t do her a damn bit of good. She won’t get what she’s after. The only thing she’ll be getting from me is a nice tip, but she doesn’t have to be extra for that. I know how to treat my employees, which is why a tip is all she’ll be getting. I don’t need a sexual harassment lawsuit.

  I didn’t come here tonight looking for company, not that there’s anything stopping me. I’m free agent since the love of my life now has another man’s last name. Fuck, I haven’t touched a woman in two years. Madalyn is the only woman I’ve ever touched. She was my first. My only. I really thought she’d be my last.

  Bouncy blonde reappears with a fresh glass and a bottle of my favorite. I notice the extra pep in her step is missing, so I assume Noah told her who I am. I thank her, politely sending her on her way.

  I wanted an escape tonight, but it seems escaping my own thoughts is impossible. Sitting here, drowning in a bottle, I wonder what the fuck is wrong with me. I’ve spent the last two years on my own, waiting for Madalyn to come back to me. Believing down to my soul that she would. We always said that we belonged together. Were made for each other. Yet...she left me. She skipped town without a word, no fucking explanation. The most fucked up part is that I wouldn’t have even known about our baby if Holden hadn’t gone behind her back to tell me. Guilt ate away at me for the longest time. I blamed myself for the loss. For her leaving. I stopped letting the guilt devour me a while ago. I did nothing wrong. Nothing to deserve her walking away without a goodbye.

  Now, I’m sitting here in a bar like a sad, pathetic fuck. Still pining over her while she’s having the time of her life at her wedding reception. Shit, I don’t even know what time it is. Maybe by now she’s laid up in a hotel room somewhere letting that douchebag put his hands all over her. No. Fuck thinking about that.

  Fuck thinking about her at all. I’m done.

  It’s beyond time to move the fuck on. She has.

  She dropped me like I was nothing.

  I drown the thoughts of her with another taste of whiskey.

  This shit ends tonight.

  Too bad the flirty blonde works for me.

  My eyes wander around the space. This is new to me. I’ve never had to peruse the selection of women in a bar to decide which one has the most promise. There’s a first time for everything.

  The crowd has thinned out a bit in the time I’ve been here, and t
here are more guys than girls, but I don’t let that deter me. I won’t lie, I have no idea what I’m looking for, but something tells me I’ll know it when I see it. On my second pass around the room, I notice a pretty redhead eyeing me from the bar. Bingo.

  I watch her, eyes roaming her body from head to toe. She’s tall, too thin, and dressed like she should be at a club, not a bar. Fake. Everything about her screams fake. Her face is caked with far too much makeup and I’d bet money the drapes don’t match the carpets. Those damn sure aren’t her real tits. She notices me checking her out and her lips tip to a smirk. I raise a brow and smile. Hook.

  I catch the waitress’ attention again, making a very specific request when she appears. Moments later, she’s talking to Noah behind the bar to fulfill my request. Noah’s eyes open in surprise and dart to mine, eyebrows raised. I simply nod, then watch as he mixes a Sex on the Beach before delivering it to the pretty redhead. He speaks to her briefly, tipping his head in my direction. Line.

  I’m drunk. My favorite amber liquid is making decisions for me tonight, but I don’t care. In the back of my mind, I know I wouldn’t be doing this if I were sober. I might even regret it in the morning, but after two years of fucking nothing but my fist—I’m not thinking of anything except getting off.

  There’s no better time than the present and the pretty ginger looks like a sure thing. I’ll make sure she enjoys herself tonight, but it ends there. I have nothing to offer her but a good time. One night is all she’ll get. Fuck relationships. Fuck love.

  Love burned me once and it’s not worth this kind of pain. I won’t let it happen again. Does that make me an asshole? Probably. Being the nice guy got me jack shit.

  She finally approaches the table, but I don’t stand. I let my eyes roam her body again. Seeing her up close, I confirm that I was right on the money with my first assessment. I’m not sure there’s a single genuine thing about this girl. She’s the opposite of everything that would usually catch my attention. Perfect. Bonus, she’s not a local, so chances are...I’ll never see her again.