by Sara Spark
He broke apart, both of them gasping for air. “More!” He gritted out. “Tell me!”
“Bain, suck my –“ She didn’t get a chance to finish, she wasn’t even sure what she was going to say. Frankly, anywhere he wanted to suck right now sounded good to her. Her body was on fire.
His mouth enveloped her boob, as if he was trying to swallow her down. Tongue rubbing against her hard nipple. He pulled back and gave stinging little bites all around her nipple. She was going to have marks there later…she hoped!
He pulled back to survey the results of all his attentions. All the red splotches, hard erect nipple and full swollen breast. Superb!
But she didn’t like the pause, pulling him to the other breast. “Suck!”
He hid a smile as he obediently sucked, nipped and lavished long, wet strokes of his tongue on every inch of her breast. She was squirming in need.
“Do you want me to fingerfuck you?” He groaned in her ear. All that squirming of her wet pussy was making him come unglued, right now his buffalo was basking in the pleasure of touching his mate, but soon he was going to push to the forefront.
“Yes!!” She gasped.
“It’s right here for you, Lia.” He braced his hand against those abs that were gonna give her wet dreams for years to come. Two fingers were pointed up.
“Wha?”
“Fuck yourself down on my fingers, Lia.” Jerking up from contemplation of his fingers. Her eyes crashed into his. “They’re right here waiting for you, sexy bunny.”
“I—I” His other hand smoothed up her back, but made no attempt to pressure her or coerce her.
He sat silently watching her. His eyes hot.
She looked back down at his hand and bit her lip. Using her feet as leverage to raise up, Bain slid his fingers underneath her as soon as she was high enough. His other hand cupping her ass, he helped cradle her weight as with a wiggle of her hips, she started pushing down on his fingers.
“Oh, oh.” She slowed. His fingers were big and it had been a long while. A long while. His hand squeezed her ass, but didn’t hurry her.
“Look at that wet pussy swallowing my hand. Too fucking sexy, bunny.”
Her hands gripped his shoulders.
“Pull back, Lia, then come down again.” He whispered in her ear.
She levered up and then pushed down again and took his fingers to the base.
“Oooooooo.”
“That’s it. Does your wet pussy like this?” His other hand was cupping and squeezing her ass, but he didn’t move her hips, leaving that to her.
She wiggled around, enjoying the feel of his hard fingers. “Bain.” She gasped.
“Fuck yourself, bunny. Up and down on these fingers. They’re all yours.” And she needed no more encouragement. Pulling up, feeling the slide of his fingers out and then sliding back down to feel his fingers squeeze back in. Up and back. Up and back. He was rubbing on a spot inside her that felt so good. Every time he pressed it when she fucked deep, and she felt right on the precipice. This orgasm was like climbing up a mountain to sky dive off it. They were both panting and Lia’s hips were bouncing up and down with her enthusiasm. Bain leaned forward to kiss her, his tongue flickering over her lips until she let him in.
“Bain! Bain!” She was gasping with every down thrust, and then suddenly his hand was being ripped away. “Nooooo!“
“Can’t wait any longer.” Bain was muttering. There was a fine sheen of sweat on his chest. He was breathing hard as he shoved his underwear off. “Ready for the real thing?”
“Yes!!!”
Easily lifting her up with one hand, he positioned his cock under her. Staring into her eyes, he gritted out. “Fuck yourself on me. Take me deep.”
She gasped, so turned on, she could have rubbed her clit and in two swipes been flying over the edge into orgasm. So excited to finally get his cock under her—that is, until she really felt the breadth of him.
She made a funny noise in the back of her throat as she started stretching on his cock, and stretching, and stretching. She stopped, gasping. “You’re too big.”
“Shhhhh, we fit perfectly.” He rubbed his rough palm up her back, soothing her. It took every ounce of his control not to pound into her. He gave her nibbling kisses on her neck. She inched down a little more. Sweat was gathering on his forehead. The hand gripping her ass twitched, holding off the ingrained need to take his mate.
Pulling up again, which he almost yelled ‘No!!’ in her ear as she did, she tilted her hips and slid down a little more. “No rush.” He forced himself to choke out.
Yes, there is a fucking rush! Snarled his buffalo.
Shut it!
Finally, with a last wiggle of her hips, she was fully seated on top of him.
He closed his eyes and reveled for a second in the moment. Thank the Mater, he was finally inside his mate. Deep inside. Finally being able to claim her. And he was gonna claim her morning, noon and night for days on end. She was his!
“Mine!” He held her tight against his chest and fucked up into her. Once, twice, and then forced himself to let go. “I’m all yours, mate.” He couldn’t help the ‘mate’. It just slipped out. “Take me.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” With each yes, she pulled up to only then push down lustily and take him back inside. Her pussy juices were coating his dick and he had never seen anything as sexy as she was in that moment. Head thrown back, hips moving and churning, taking him, nails clamped into his shoulders.
“That’s it, Lia! Fuck me faster. I want you to come on my cock!” With a big thumb, he nudged between her nether lips and pressed firm circles on her erect little clit. Her hips sped up faster and faster. She was crying his name with every firm circle that he did. And then she was flying over the edge. Screaming his name. Drawing blood with the nails dug in deep on his shoulders.
With hard upward thrusts, Bain hammered once, twice, three times and then he was joining her. “Fuuuuuuuck!” Hot jets exploding out of him as her pussy flexed and clasped his cock, their wet juices sliding out of her and around him. His fingers dug in rigidly on her ass as he came hard and long, every muscle in his body contracting with the force of the pleasure. Never felt pleasure this good, this deep. He hadn’t bitten her. He could feel the connection to her in his core, but it wasn’t quite right, not strong enough. He would take care of that next time. This time had been for her. Well, definitely for him, too, but he wanted her to be in control for this. He wanted to prove something to her, that he could take her and not lose control. That she could trust him implicitly.
Chapter 7
A long while later, Lia pulled back away from his chest where she had collapsed with the pleasure. The tsunami-like force of her orgasm had knocked over every wall inside her. She felt torn open, vulnerable, sensitive. Oh, and every cell in her body was zinging with pleasure. Toe curling pleasure. There was that. Bain’s big hand threaded into her hair as he kissed her tenderly. No demand. Just closeness, gentleness, sweetness.
Rolling her over, Bain pulled slowly out. A small moan of protest escaped her lips. He kissed her lightly and then he was grabbing the water bottle and his cleaning rag. Matter of factly, he gently cleaned her. She lay there dazed and amazed at his attentions.
“You’re sticky again.”
She snorted in response. “Well, both times it was your fault!” She said tartly.
“True.” He gave her breast a soft kiss. He continued on. “Do you understand, now, Lia, that I would never ever hurt you?” He had stretched out beside her propped on his elbow.
She looked at him seriously. She raised her hand and cupped his cheek. She nodded.
He turned and kissed her hand. His hand gently cupped her breast, caressingly, not demandingly. Testing the softness and the perfect fit in his hand. And he had big hands. Lazily, his hand drifted over to explore her tummy and hip.
“Will you tell me now?” She looked at him inquiringly. “Will you tell me now why you were so afraid of me?”
She shrugged. “It wasn’t you. Just something that happened in my past. I try not to talk about it.” Her hand traced over his pecs. If he got to explore, so did she!
Suddenly his hand pinched her nipple, grabbing her attention. “Ouuu! What the?”
“Since I got the consequence of that event, I think I get to hear what it was about!”
Her eyes fell before his. She wasn’t going to mention that, yes, she had felt the zing of pain from his pinch, but she had also felt a zing of panty-wetting pleasure. That is if she had been wearing panties.
“Lia,” Bain took a deep breath, she knew cause she was watching that magnificent chest under her lashes. His hot breath nuzzled into her neck as his lips nibbled and bit their way up to her ear. “You liked that pinch, didn’t you?”
“Mmmmmhmmmm.” She was also enjoying his lips on her neck.
“Damn, you make me hard, mate.” He thrust his cock against her soft hips. “More on that, later.” He nipped harder and she moaned. He continued, not letting her distract him. “You were telling me?”
“Hmmmmm,” she opened her eyes out of the sexual daze that he so easily put her in, to come back to Earth with a thud. “Oh, that.”
“Yeah, tell me.”
“It’s long past. I have moved on.” She shrugged. Distracted by the jiggling of her boobs, Bain was a little slow in responding.
“It may be long past, but you have not moved on. Remember, I am the one that had to weather the storm to gain your trust?”
She twisted her mouth to the side, but didn’t deny it.
“Something happened in college, years ago.” Her voice died out. He just waited. She rolled over to snuggle into his chest. He got it. He might be new at this mate stuff, but he got it. He recognized an ‘I need a hug’ signal when he saw one. He wrapped his arms around her curves.
“Tell me.”
“Just one night, my boyfriend got rough with me.” She shivered. His big hands pressed her into his heat so that she knew she was safe now.
“What happened?”
“It was late on a Friday night and JT was in a fraternity. That was usually when they partied. He came to my apartment late and brought one of his Frat brothers, Evan.” Her voice had gotten small. He didn’t say anything. She was talking. He would let the story unfold in the way that was the most comfortable for her. At her pace. He just did slow circles on her back.
Her voice got stronger. Her little hands were petting his chest. Stay focused! “At first, I thought it was fine. We were talking. The TV was on. JT pulled me down beside him to cuddle on the couch.” She gave a derisive snort. “That should have been a red flag for me. JT was not a cuddler. Straight to sex or nothing. And by sex, I really mean, straight to penetration.” Bain’s hands stopped. Pushing up, Lia sat upright and pulled on his extra shirt. Bain didn’t say anything, knowing that she needed the protection. He picked her up slowly and set her in his lap, but didn’t surround her, didn’t smother her. She was looking down, picking at the hem of the shirt. “Then he told me that I was gonna fuck both of them. I said no. We fought. He won. Neighbors banged on the door and called the cops. The end.”
“What does we fought mean? He grabbed you?”
She gave a short nod. “He didn’t like me saying ‘no.’ He slapped me around a few times. I got away, but he caught me before I got to the door. He got me down on the ground and was kicking me in the stomach and in the kidneys. He knew where to punch so the bruises wouldn’t show.”
“Did he rape you?”
“No.” She looked him in the eyes. “No.”
“How did you get away?”
“The neighbors, they were two of my friends Clem and Millie. They heard my screams and Evan yelling at JT. They called the cops, but they didn’t wait for them. They grabbed wooden spoons and their baseball bat and started beating on my door.” She gave a little half smile at the thought.
She shrugged. “I probably would’ve been raped if they hadn’t acted so quickly. Anyways, the cops came and JT lied, said that I had been acting crazy lately and he had decided to break up with me. I went berserk, screaming and threatening to harm myself with a knife. He told them I did this to myself.” She waved her hand at the scar on her face. “So they gave me a warning about the noise, and a card for a suicide prevention hotline then left.”
Every muscle had contracted in his body with the need to go and eradicate a human from the planet. “He’s the one that gave you the scar?” He wanted to breath fire on the cowardly, despicable excuse of a life form and incinerate him on the spot. But this isn’t about me.
She nodded. Her fingers lightly followed the trail of the scar across her face.
“But you had witnesses, I don’t understand.”
“There was only Evan as a witness. And he confirmed JT’s story.”
“What?!?”
“I never really understood at the time. I mean Evan had been yelling at JT to stop.”
“So he tried to stop JT?”
“Well, yes, he was yelling at him to stop, but he didn’t get in between us or anything. No one wanted to get in front of JT’s fists. He was a big guy.”
“Big guy.” Bain repeated. “Big like me?”
She snorted. “Bain, nobody’s big like you. Well, at least before I came here I hadn’t seen anyone your kinda big. JT was 6’2”, football player—on the defensive line.”
“I don’t get it. Why would Evan back your attacker?—he couldn’t bring himself to say his name—why wouldn’t he tell the cops the truth?”
“Evan told a mutual friend a couple of years later that he didn’t want JT to get in trouble.” She stretched her neck a little trying to release the tension. “They were both on the football team and in the fraternity together. JT would have been kicked off the team, kicked out of the fraternity, lost his scholarship…He said it just wasn’t that big a deal for JT to have his future ruined. JT didn’t rape me, so no harm, no foul, he said.”
He’d scooched back to face her fully. “Except for attempted rape and assault in your own home.” His hand eased behind him. He had to release his anger somehow and he could hardly go punch some bags down in the gym right now. His hand found one of the wheels of the cart.
She nodded quietly. The cart rocked back and forth a little. “I’ve talked to counselors about it. For the most part, I got over it. I don’t think about it. I don’t dwell on it. In fact, it’s probably been over a year since I’ve thought about it.”
The cart banged into the wall. Bain gruffly said, “It was digging into my back.”
She took a deep breath, continuing. “I had stopped going to the counselor cause I was starting my company. I’ve been so busy, it never even crossed my mind. But then I came here and frankly, everyone here is big. Magnus is massive!”
Bain coughed to cover some of the shrieks of the metal bending. “So, I brought this all back up?” We’re doomed. His buffalo was being really helpful with his pep talk.
“You confused me.” She gave him a little half smile as her eyes moved over his face. “I haven’t dated a big guy ever since. But you….” The cart banged again. She looked curiously at it.
Hastily, he said, “But me—?“
Her eyes swiveled back to him. “I was really attracted to you,” She paused. Maybe we’re not doomed? “and I couldn’t figure out why. I don’t trust big men. It’s all too easy for them to maneuver events just from sheer force or intimidation.” We are doubly fucking doomed! “But you were different. I felt different with you, and that made me even more wary.”
He couldn’t resist cupping her cheek. His thumb swiped over her lips. “Lia, you know that I would never use my strength against you, right? My strength is here to protect you.”
Her blue eyes were glowing as she smiled gently at him as she rubbed her face into his hand. “Yes, I know that.” She smiled softly. “I can feel it deep inside of me.”
“You feel our connection.” Her skin was so soft and her smile was so tender
that she was making him fucking hard and it was just the wrong time. She was working through her past. She needs patience and tenderness. Simmer down, dick!
“Hmmmm. Yes, I do. I also feel something else.” Her brows scrunched together and he wanted to kiss every wrinkle away. I’m a goner. She cocked her head to the side. “Bain, where’s your other hand?”
He froze. She tried scrambling around him, but he moved to block her with his chest.
“Bain Bloque, you show me that hand right now!” That feistiness came out of nowhere! Crap that was like sticking a lightning rod on his dick in the middle of a storm. He felt the zap all the way to his toes. He was just as hard as he was when he first walked into the elevator. What the hell?
“Yes, mate.” He said meekly.
She sucked in a gasp. His palm was all shredded and there were nicks and scratches on the fingers and a deep gash on his thumb. “Bain!” The cart listed drunkenly in the corner the wheel and supporting posts, twisted and crushed.
“It’s ok, bunny. I’m a fast healer. I needed to get my rage out and I didn’t want to scare you.”
She leaned down, giving some soft kisses to a few scrapes. “You won’t scare me.” She gave him a little smile and took his finger to suck on a scrape on the first knuckle. Then she licked at the gouge on his thumb. Unconsciously, she was picking up on the signals from him on how to heal him.
“You’re killing me, mate. I am trying to be sensitive and a good listener, in and out of bed. You’re getting my dick all in a twist with those licks.”
She grinned fully at him. “Where did you read that?”
Dazzled by her smile, he replied absently, “’How to Keep Her Happy, Even When You’re Not in Bed.’ Magnus told me about the website.”
“You’ve been studying?”
“Hell, yes! You females are confusing!” Bain’s eyebrows jerked together. “I kept scenting your arousal, but you would back away whenever I was near. You were driving me outta my mind with those conflicting signals! I’ve been on a hair trigger since the moment we met!”