“I’d like to take a shower.” She needed to shave. Everywhere.
“I could join you?”
She shook her head. “No…I need to actually wash and stuff.”
“I could help with that.”
“I’ll manage.”
“Suit yourself. One or two things, though.” He walked over to the trunk, rummaging inside it. He finally pulled out a royal blue, silk negligée. “I want you to wear this.”
She looked down at the garment in his hands, and then he handed it to her. At least it wasn’t sheer. There were plenty of numbers in that trunk that were. It was thin and cut to about mid-thigh. There was no built-in support either. “I’d like a bra and panties as well please.” She’d feel practically naked in this.
“Why?” Sand frowned deeply. “Did you miss the part where we’re going to fuck?”
“I have big breasts,” she blurted.
“I had noticed. Your breasts are great. I want access to them.” He got a desperate look in his eyes that made her feel like maybe this wasn’t quite as one-sided as she had initially assumed.
“They’ll bounce,” she added, her mind reeling. He thought her boobs were great.
“Um…about us fucking. Breasts are supposed to bounce during sex. At least they will when I fuck you, and you’ll love every minute that I’m inside you. You won’t even notice what your breasts are doing, but I most certainly will, and I’ll love it. Now humor me and put that on. Don’t shave your pussy hair off. That was the other thing I wanted to say. You can trim if you have to, but don’t take it all off.” He winked. “Humans have this terrible habit of taking most, or all of their hair off. Non-humans enjoy fur. I thought I’d let you know.”
“Oh…I see,” she squeaked. No shaving then.
“You sure I can’t…help out? We can skip the negligée entirely.” He smiled.
“Um…I’m just going to…” She pointed to the bathroom. “I won’t be long.”
“Oh, and, Macy…”
“Yes?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear any more. Partly because he was a bit of an asshole but mostly because she loved it. Loved! What did that make her? An idiot, for sure.
“Don’t touch yourself in there. You’re saving all of that pent-up frustration for me. We clear?”
Macy frowned. No way. No freaking way he could know.
He nodded. “Yes, I know when you touch yourself.” He answered her question so perfectly that for a second she wondered if she had actually asked it. “You masturbated three days ago and once during your heat.”
She gasped.
“I wasn’t trying to be a stalking, peeping tom. I swear. I can’t help it. It’s just really difficult for me not to hear and scent and,” he shrugged, “I could tell. That’s all. Don’t do it again.”
“You’ve become really bossy all of a sudden and I’m not sure I like it. Maybe we should add that onto the list of rules or something. We’re fucking…or about to fuck, but that doesn’t mean you own me. I don’t own you either. There is no owning going on here.”
Sand licked his lips. It was maddeningly sensual but at the same time, it was hugely masculine. He was so irritating. “I’m going to have to disagree on that one.”
“What?” she snorted. “You can’t disagree.”
“Oh, but I can. I will own your body while we are fucking. I do have a say. Ultimately, you will always have the final say, of course, but…if I want hair on your pussy or,” he shrugged, “if I want you in that shirt of yours and nothing else, or the lacy number…I do get a say. Just as you have a say as well. Do you want me naked? In jeans, maybe? You can tell me how hard you want me to fuck you. Where I should touch you. Name it. Demand it. Fucking own it. My dick is yours for the foreseeable future. You can’t have anything else from me just as I don’t want anything else but sex from you, but let’s not take things off the table that need to be there for this to work.”
Shit! He had a point. “Fine. I want you in the black silk boxers. I don’t want us to have sex in the bed for the first time either. Too boring.” If he was going to make demands, then so was she. She’d made up the one about the bed. Quite frankly she didn’t care where they did the deed, but if he thought he was going to be the only one issuing orders, he was mistaken. “Lastly, let’s try one of those other positions you mentioned.” She turned and headed for the bathroom, trying not to run. There was nowhere for her to run. They were stuck in a cage. Even if she could run, Macy didn’t think she would. Not now.
Chapter 14
What a huge surprise. The human wasn’t as timid as he had believed. If he was honest, he had been trying to scare her off, and it hadn’t worked. Apparently, she didn’t scare easily.
He wore the black boxers. He was pacing. He was…nervous.
Macy expected him to last all of ten seconds and after being trapped inside this small space with her for going on two weeks, it might just play out that way. After all the big talk, he’d embarrass the fuck out of himself. He considered using one of the toys in the trunk to get her good and ready but decided against it. Sand had never needed help before, he was fucked if he was going to start now. Not that they couldn’t use the toys, at a later stage. Maybe.
She showered for what felt like forever. Sand kept on pacing. The water finally stopped. It took another fifteen minutes before she finally stepped out of the bathroom. Sand turned towards the door and stopped in his tracks.
Fuck!
“Wow!” he ground out. “You look great in that negligée.”
“It’s a bit…small.” She tugged on the hem and clasped a hand around her breasts, before letting her arms fall back to her sides. Her cheeks were a bright red. Her hair was still damp.
The silk clung to her curves, accentuating them. The deep blue brought out her eyes. The length was perfect, giving him a fantastic view of her lush thighs. “The table.”
“Table?” Her eyes widened. “Are we eating?”
I sure fucking am! “Yes. I want you on it.”
She giggled, sounding nervous. “I can’t get on the table.”
“Why the hell not?”
“It’ll break.”
It was his turn to laugh. “You’re a tiny human. Now if we were both to get on that table, I’d have to agree but since we’re not, it’ll be fine. Just you are. I’m having you for dessert.”
“I’m not tiny.” She shook her head. “My mom took me to a dietician last year. I finally agreed to go, just to get her off my back, and my BMI is twenty-eight. It might have risen since then. The bakery down the road started making these—”
“What’s a BMI? What does it have to do with anything?”
“BMI. Have you never heard of it? It’s an acronym for Body Mass Index. I mean, look at you. You must know all about it. You’re a gym fanatic. It’s a tool to measure if a person is over- or underweight. It takes your sex, age, height and weight, and then spits out a number on the other side. An ideal BMI is between,” she lifted her eyes in thought, “I think eighteen, could be nineteen and twenty-five. I hover at around twenty-eight…maybe even thirty.” She mumbled the last, like she didn’t want him to know. “Let’s call it twenty-nine. I was probably being a little ambitious earlier. So yeah, I think we should steer clear of the table.”
“That’s the biggest bunch of bullshit I’ve ever heard.” He closed the distance between them. Sand clasped her hips and picked her up. “You weigh nothing.”
She gasped, looking down at the ground and then back up at him.
“Put your legs around my waist.”
“I’m not wearing underwear,” she squeaked. “I don’t think I should do that. In fact, my negligée is riding up. You—”
“We’re about to have sex, so I’m glad you’re not wearing underwear. In fact, I’m about to stick my tongue into your pussy, so underwear would get in the way.”
She made a strangled noise and put her legs around his waist, her eyes were wide. “When you put it like that…”
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sp; He smiled at her. “Let’s see if that table can hold up, shall we?”
She got this panicked look that he found utterly adorable. “Maybe that’s not such a g-good…” she stammered as Sand walked over to the table in question.
“I’m teasing you.” He pushed some of the chairs aside, putting her ass on the wood. “For your first orgasm, would you prefer my hands, my mouth or my cock?”
He watched her throat work. Sand could scent her arousal. “Um, I…I don’t mind. I’ll leave that up to you to decide. You don’t have to go down on me, though. I mean, that’s pretty intimate, isn’t it? Maybe we should add that to the list.”
“No fucking way.” Sand shook his head. “Shifters love oral sex.”
“You do?”
He nodded. “I would understand if you weren’t game when it comes to returning the favor. We could put that on the list if you like but I want to eat you out…often. Right now, in fact.”
She sucked in a breath. “Now?”
“Yeah, now.”
She swallowed thickly. “This is weird. It feels awkward. Are you sure we can’t kiss to get us in the mood? I feel nervous. I’m not ready to just dive in.”
“We can kiss. Of course, we can.”
Macy seemed to relax a little. Sand moved in, like he was going to kiss her but turned his head at the last second. “Just not on the mouth,” he whispered into the shell of her ear before sucking on her earlobe.
Macy made a little noise. Her breathing became elevated in that instant. He moved down to her neck, planting kisses there. Down…down…down…kissing all the while. Sand nipped the base of her throat.
Fuck! Her nipples were plump and pushing against the silk. Trying to bore holes through the fabric, which strained. “You can touch me back, Macy.”
“Oh. Okay.” She put her hands on his shoulders. His shoulders, dammit. He bit back a smile. This female was sweet.
He closed his mouth over one of her nipples, through the fabric.
She moaned with both shock and frustration. He nipped softly before suckling her again. This time the moan held pleasure. She leaned back a little, placing one hand on the table.
Better. He sucked on her other nipple. Alternating between nipping and sucking. Sand pulled back. The fabric on both nubs was wet. He took one of the thin straps in his hand as he leaned forward, nipping at her tight nub. She moaned, louder this time. Her legs had parted slightly. The negligée was riding up on her thighs. He gently slid the strap down, giving her plenty of time to protest. Macy didn’t. Thank fuck. He knew her breasts were full, but fuck. The sight that greeted him had his balls pulling up. Right up. Her tits were seriously fucking plump. Her nipples were a deep pink that had him salivating. He sucked on the tip, swirling his tongue around the tight nub until she moaned in earnest.
Sand kept working on her breasts. Macy was into it. By now she was arching her back and digging her fingers into his shoulders. He took her legs and wrapped them around his hips, opening her up to him. The scent of her pussy hit him full on in the snout and a low growl vibrated inside his chest.
He rubbed a hand on her thigh. Up and down, going a little higher each time. Making sure his thumb trailed on the inside. Up and down and up and down, all the while still working on her tits. She yelled when his thumb finally brushed over her slit. All out yelled. Sand couldn’t help but smile. “I hope that was a good shout and not a bad one.”
She was panting. He glanced up. Her eyes were very wide. Her cheeks flushed. She had a look of shock on her face. He was going to love every fucking minute of this.
She licked her lips and nodded. “Good,” she pushed the word out. “I’m sorry I yelled, I…”
“Good to hear and don’t you dare apologize. I want to hear it. All of it.”
She nodded.
* * *
Holy crap!
Holy freaking crap balls.
He’d barely touched her, and she was ready to go off like a rocket. She was vocal during sex but normally only towards the end. During the end of the main event. He’d caught her unawares with that brush against her…down there. It had been a shock. It felt that good.
He nipped her nipple before sucking on it. It stung but she also felt it between her legs. A sharp, pulling zing on her clit. It was weird, like the two parts of her body were connected.
This time when his thumb rubbed against her, it was there. Right there, against her clit. She groaned…loudly. Whatever he was doing to her nipples was making her more sensitive down below. Way more sensitive. It was like every nerve-ending was on high alert.
He kept his thumb pressed against her clit. Sand squeezed her breast with the other hand, he suckled hard on her nub. She ground out this bizarre, animalistic noise as her pussy clenched. It clenched hard.
He stepped back a little and she almost fell off the damned table.
“Easy.” Sand gave a pinched smile. He had one hand on her hip and the other was still on her clit. His eyes also seemed lighter and brighter. They were definitely hooded. “You like my version of kissing?”
“Yes.” A breathless whisper.
“You’re about to like it a whole lot more.” He turned serious. “Put your feet up on the edge of the table and lean back on your hands.” He pressed his thumb a little more firmly against her clit and circled once.
Macy bit down on her lip to stop the moan that built in her throat. She lifted her legs, planting her heels on the edge of the table, scooting back just a little.
“Wider.” He used a commanding tone, still rubbing on her clit. Softly, ever so softly. “I want a good look at that pretty, little pussy of yours.”
Macy whimpered. Loudly. He was so vulgar. Disgusting really. All she wanted was more.
More.
More.
Please.
Macy widened her stance. She quite literally could not wait to come. It wasn’t going to take much. Sand chuckled, the sound husky. “Let go of my shoulder, sweetheart, and lean back.”
She realized she was clutching him there, hard. Her fingers digging into his solid muscles. “Oh.” It came out sounding like more of a moan, especially considering he was still toying with her clit. His finger barely moving, but it was enough to have her arching her back and making needy noises.
She put both hands behind her, although she was breathing fast, she struggled to get enough air into her lungs. Sand had his eyes on hers. A smile toyed with the edges of his mouth. His thumb was still on her clit, rubbing softly, when he pushed a finger into her. She yelled. Again. What was wrong with her? She needed to stop doing that. Only, he seemed to like it. His eyes became more hooded and his jaw tightened.
“That’s it.” Sand’s eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. “Let it all out. Don’t hold back with me.” His eyes stayed on hers as his finger began to pump. In and out. Not fast but also not slow. He did this thing with the tip of his finger that had her feeling things. Good lord, what was he doing to her?
He bit down on his lower lip, that finger pushing in and out. His thumb stayed on her clit but otherwise, it didn’t move it. Not once.
She moaned, closing her eyes. It was too much. She was going to come soon. She couldn’t take how he was looking at her. Like he was taking notes or something. He pulled back, and then his mouth was hot on her pussy. It was so sudden that she yelled, much louder than the previous two times. This time, she didn’t care. She was beyond giving a shit at this point. His hands had been amazing, his mouth was pure heaven.
He moaned against her flesh. “Delicious,” he mumbled. At least, that was what she was sure she heard him say, but it couldn’t be. He stuck his tongue into her a couple of times, the air catching in her lungs. Then he sucked on her clit.
She groaned deep, again the sound so primal she wondered if it had even come from her. Sand stood up. She was shocked at how angry he looked. His eyes narrow, his jaw tight. His muscles were bunched. “Let’s get this off.” He tugged on her negligée.
“I’d pref
er it on.” She sounded desperate. “If that’s okay?” She didn’t want to have to suck in her belly during sex. She liked that she wasn’t completely exposed. She normally preferred sex with the light off.
“Fine, but we compromise,” he growled. She wasn’t sure what he meant.
Sand leaned forward, his eyes on her chest. He yanked at the garment and it slipped down, exposing her breasts. She realized that he’d broken one of the straps.
Sand growled low as he leaned forward and sucked on her newly exposed nipple. Her clit went nuts. Even more so than before. He slipped a finger inside her…make that two…and began to pump slowly. Just like that, she was back on edge, moaning with every slide of his fingers, which were doing that thing again. She normally hated being fingered. Jim had hurt her a couple of times. She’d eventually told him not to do it again. Sand was an expert. He probably had diplomas on how to do this. He’d probably attended a graduation ceremony and everything.
She moaned in frustration when he stopped, mainly because she was there…right there. Her stomach was coiled tight. Her whole body felt tight. Her skin as well. Tight. The air too thin.
“Lie back,” he commanded. “Put your feet over my shoulders.” He yanked at the boxers, his beautiful cock springing free.
“Your shoulders,” she panted the words out. “I can’t—”
“Now, Macy. This is one of those other positions I told you about. You’re going to love it. It’s designed for deep penetration and hitting the g-spot every time.” He palmed his cock, her eyes tracing the movement. He was so sexy. Sand knew what he was doing.
“Oh…okay.” She put her feet over his shoulders and yelped when he lifted her ass off the table. “I’m not so sure about this.”
“Good thing I’m sure enough for the both of us. Hold onto my wrists or put your hands back and clutch the edge of the table. Don’t you dare hold back, Mace. Don’t you fucking dare.”
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