It just couldn’t even get any better than this so he released a rumbling moan to let her know that yeah—he was fucking good.
She put the fingers of one hand into his hair, spearing it back from his face while the other hand trailed steady fingers down the center of his chest from his Adam’s apple straight to his navel. He felt his skin quiver from the caress.
With her hands locked on his head, she held him the same way he did when he used her hair as leverage. It was sexy as fuck, not so much what she was doing as just the fact that she was. Doing it, that was. Every time she tried out a new way to control him, he had to smile. She was fucking adorable for thinking she’d ever win that game.
And it was a game—they both knew it. Yeah, he got to play master but only because she let him. Her willing compliance was so freely given that the exchange of power that resulted was in perfect harmony with who they were and what drove their passions.
He felt her fingers tighten against his scalp as she leaned in again. “I’m going to straighten those hips out now so you have to lie still. Understand?” He smiled. The question was actually a command.
“Let me know if it gets to be too much,” she purred as her nose made tiny figure eights against his cheek. The hand pressing on his navel eased up and she released his hair. He heard her breathe deeply a few times, heard the cap on the oil bottle open then felt warm hands spread the velvet liquid in several slow arcs from hip to hip. Both hands joined below his navel then swept out to his sides—once, twice, three times. The last time, she pressed her palms against his hipbones and applied even pressure. He felt his muscles tense then give up the battle and melt into relaxation as his hips unlocked. Heat rushed into his center and radiated into his legs.
Alex sighed and let the energies swirl freely. His cock felt heavy and swollen. He wanted her to touch him but knew better than to suggest such a thing. No. He’d wait her out and see where she was taking them. The anticipation increased his arousal.
She’d been kneading and pressing along his waist and hips for a while when she suddenly moved to his feet. She grasped his ankles and started moving the bottoms of his feet together, knees out as she pushed his soles high as they would go. It was an unusual position—his hips open and fluid, knees pressed out. It felt odd, vulnerable, and he heard his breathing getting spotty.
His eyes opened. What in the hell was she up to? He was a big fucking guy and lying on his back with his soles together and knees spread had to be quite a sight, he was sure of that. Especially when the position made his dick stand up like the fucking Leaning Tower of Pisa. Slightly askew but big, long, and thick as fuck.
A soft breeze rustled the curtains and washed over his heated body. She was watching him intently as her hands rubbed the soft flesh on the inside of his thighs. Her tits pressed against the corset, providing his gaze with one hell of a stimulating view along with the sight of the auburn curls at the juncture of her thighs.
She grabbed for the oil, and he moaned quietly. Not only did the stuff smell good, but the way it helped her hands glide across his body and how it felt on his skin was nothing short of heavenly. This time, though, instead of pouring the oil into her hands, she dribbled it over his groin then anointed his pulsing dick with an ample squirt.
Feeling the sexy liquid roll down his length and drip onto his balls made Alex grunt and gasp. Aw, fuck. His cock was actually twitching and probably looked like it was dancing under the ribbons of oil raining down on it.
She fixed him with a ferocious look, her eyes bright, cheeks a pinkish, blushing rose color. “Do not move. I don’t care what you do with your hands, but your feet and legs stay as they are.” She didn’t bother to ask him if he understood. Didn’t need to cause, oh hell yeah, he understood. Her tone and the wicked gleam in her eyes made it perfectly fucking clear. Holy shit.
Standing to the side with his open thigh resting against her hip, she leered at him with obvious delight as she studied his cock. When she licked her lips, he was damn sure the thing really did look like it was auditioning for Battle of the Dancing Dicks.
Alex’s mind was working in slow motion, his eyelids half-closed and heavy with arousal. He loved her hands. They were feminine but strong—just like the lady. In the waning light, he noticed her nails were the same color as the corset a split second before he gasped when she gently reached to cup his balls with one hand while wrapping her fingers in a firm grip around the thick base of his cock. The oil, the way her fingers massaged and kneaded, her womanly scent hanging in the air—it all combined into one swirling, escalating firestorm of need.
Her hand started stroking. Slowly and firmly, at first. What her fingers were doing to his balls was making him crazy, and he briefly wondered if she’d been researching techniques. It wouldn’t surprise him. She Googled everything.
The oil made the stroking sound rather lewd and naughty. So did her mumbled, “Mmmmms,” and occasional groans. When she repositioned her hand so the tips of her fingers could stroke the underside of his cock, his legs twitched. Oh, my fucking God. Uh, Uh. Fuck. He couldn’t think anymore. Her fingers were that good.
Her hand left his balls as she grabbed for the oil bottle and dribbled some more of the liquid velvet onto the fingers stroking his turgid staff. Oh, my fuck. He was having a hard time breathing and keeping still. She’d said he could do whatever he wanted with his hands so he seized her around the waist and pushed his fingers into the sheer silk, grabbing a handful of her glorious ass.
“Meghan,” he groaned. “Let me see your tits.” Tracing two fingers over the plumped up mounds trying to burst free from the corset, he had to dial back his desire to rip her clothes off. If only because he really enjoyed the simple pink corset and didn’t want to see it in tatters on the floor.
“Mmmmm,” she answered with a sly smile. “You’ll have to undress the girls, baby. My hands are too oily. Besides, I’m busy trying to work this knot out. You really are awfully tense.” Knot, my ass, he thought. That knot was pure aroused male.
Her stroking fingers got tighter, moving faster. When her hand did a little twist and bump over the fat, swollen head of his cock, he gritted his teeth. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He never should have showed her that stroke, but she’d begged him to demonstrate how he got himself off and next thing he knew, Alex was presenting a master class in tactile pleasure. Always ready and eager to expand her knowledge base, the teacher in Meghan studied hard, took notes, and apparently—if what she was doing to him at the moment was any indication—intended to ace the final in Hand Job 101.
His fingers were trembling as he struggled with the ties on the corset, but with a helpful shimmy or two from Meghan, the damn thing finally fell to the floor. Now her bountiful breasts were right there in front of his face—hard, pink nipples taunting him with need. He squeezed one of the perfect mounds and kneaded the soft flesh, groaning all the while.
She had about two seconds to decide where she wanted this interlude to go before he took the reins.
Rubbing the oil into the skin on his balls, underneath them and into the crack of his ass, Meghan also massaged the insanely sensitive spots on each of his legs where his thigh joined his torso. He was unable to stop the continuous low moans rumbling out of his chest. What in the hell was she trying to do to him?
Pretty soon, both of her hands were needed to tame his throbbing beast of a cock. As she pumped his hard flesh with random strokes and sent him flying with the occasional twist and bump at the end of each caress, he tugged on her panties—essentially shredding them in the process—and reached between her ass cheeks until his fingers found the hot creamy proof of her arousal. As her handling of his cock got firmer, he delved deeper until he had two hefty fingers buried in her dripping pussy.
Shit. He wanted to fuck her. Wanted to bury his desperate cock and hammer into her until both of them broke.
“Alex,” she groaned. “I. Love. Your. Beautiful. Cock.”
“Oh Jesus, Meghan,” he growled.
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sp; “I love watching you touch yourself,” she added on a sigh.
He got serious about fingering her sweet hole. She loved his cock and liked watching him jerk off? Hearing her say those things was a serious turn on.
Her hands had his cock in a chokehold. A big glob of fluid leaked from the end of his dick. Her thumb immediately started swirling it around the bulbous head that looked like it was close to bursting.
“Shit, baby. That’s so fucking sexy. Can you do that again?” she begged. Could he? Fuck, man, he didn’t know. What in the hell was his name? His brain was so clogged with lust he couldn’t think straight. And what she was doing? Oh, fuck. Her hands.
“Ordinarily, I’m feeling rather greedy and want you to come inside me but this time—this time I want to see it. Watch your beautiful cock explode.”
She was stroking him with increasing fervor. His fingers fucked her wet pussy while she rocked her hips. Leaning forward, she rubbed his cock against her nipples transferring some of the fragrant oil to her tits. When she leaned, her ass canted slightly giving him fuller access. With no real thought about what he has doing, Alex pressed his thumb against her ass. She was so wet; there was ample lubrication, which he rubbed into the sensitive, tight spot.
Shit was spiraling out of control. His cock was enormous, fully engorged, overly sensitive, and feeling like it was going to burst. His fingers in her pussy were pushing her toward an orgasm while his thumb teased her ass.
A hand scooped his balls into a firm grip as they grew tight and readied for his climax. Each time her hand on his cock twisted and slid over the crown, he jerked. His eyes rolled closed briefly. When he heard her tortured groan, “Oh, fuck,” and felt her inner muscles tighten around the fingers buried in her pussy, he started to soar higher than he ever had.
Pushing his thumb inside her ass, she gasped and shook as she climaxed on his hand at the same moment that his cock began twitching and heat shot along his nerve endings.
When he came, Meghan was pumping his cock better than his own hand ever had as streams of hot fluid shot from the tip. As her pussy quivered and flooded, he stretched her ass with his invading thumb and cried out as his orgasm overtook him with a thundering release.
Holy fuck. His cock was still releasing when she slumped over him, her legs shaking and unsteady. There was come everywhere. On his chest. On her tits, his arms, her arms. Nothing had ever looked so sexy.
Eventually, she eased up on her grip but kept softly stroking his happy cock with one hand. She grinned at him like the wicked fuck goddess he knew her to be and rubbed the come she’d gotten from his body into his skin and hers too.
After a minute of that, she giggled and drawled mockingly, “You can take your finger out of my ass now if you don’t mind.”
“Oh shit, Meghan,” he chuckled. “Sorry. I don’t even know where that came from.”
“Mmmm hmmmm,” she murmured huskily. Then she sighed and said, “Um, baby? Thumb? Ass?”
“Aw. Come on!” he laughed. “Let me enjoy the moment why don’t you? Ass play—especially when it’s with a booty as drool-worthy as yours—has some bragging rights, don’t you think?”
She leaned in and kissed him sweetly, one of her hands still possessively fondling his dick.
When she pulled back, he snickered at her. “I thought you weren’t all that interested, but baby, your ass didn’t exactly put up any objections.”
“Oh, fuck you!” she chuckled. “Unfair advantage. Four yard penalty.” Her shoulders rolled and she smirked. “Besides, it wasn’t quite the ewww I imagined.”
“For real?” he asked with a shit-eating grin.
She moved and helped him to straighten his legs. He put both hands on her waist and pulled her till she was half-reclining on his chest. Putting his fingers under her chin, he brought her gaze to his. The love in her eyes wrapped around his heart. He was already hers, but when she looked at him like that, he couldn’t help but surrender everything to her.
Then her lashes lowered and he saw a blush move up her neck. She was so fucking easy to read.
“Out with it, fiancée. All dirty thoughts get shared. I say so,” he mocked with a crooked grin.
Her finger started working at the hair on his chest like she was embarrassed so he hugged her tight and gave her ass a good swat.
“C’mon, fuck goddess. What’s on your mind? Making me come like a volcano wasn’t enough, you naughty wench? Imagine what that would have felt like inside you.”
“You’re a bad man,” she teased.
“Share, Meghan,” he grunted.
She looked him straight in the eye and said, “I Googled butt plugs.”
He hissed. “Uh, excuse me?”
She tried to act all nonchalant, but his head was practically exploding. She’d researched butt plugs. Holy fuck ballz.
“Yeah. Did you know that Amazon has them? And not just those ugly rubber-looking things either.”
Aw, Christ. This was getting good. Trying not to crack up laughing, lest she gets the wrong idea about what was so damn funny, he grew serious and asked, “Did you find one that you liked?” He’d asked her a lot of questions and pushed her limits more times than he could remember. But this—well, this was a very big deal.
“Um, well…yes. I guess you could say that. There are these shiny metal ones with a pretty-colored crystal on the end. They call them princess plugs, apparently. Oh, and they come in sizes, too.” She shuddered and just like that, he decided a small, elegant jeweled device was going to find its way into their possession.
He smirked so fast there was no way to wipe the expression off his face. “Oh, and you can tell Mr. Thunder Cock to settle down,” she drawled with a low growl. “He’s a bit too, uh…scary to be in the running. “
He roared with laughter and hugged her tight. They stayed like that for a few minutes then he slowly sat up and rolled the kinks out of his back and shoulders.
“There’s oil everywhere,” he chuckled.
“Yeah? Well, it was worth it for a chance to top you, Mr. Thunder, sir. Looks like I won this time.” She stuck her tongue at him playfully while he smiled broadly.
“This is true,” he said thoughtfully. “But let’s face it. My finger was in your ass so who do you think actually won, hmmm?”
Their laughter echoed through the room. For the moment, at least, all was well in their world.
IT HAD ENDED UP BEING a pleasant evening all around at the St. John home, Stephanie thought. Tori was simply overjoyed to have her around and after their private conversation, Draegyn seemed to visibly relax. They had a happy dinnertime full of jokes and stories on everyone’s part that gave her a front row seat into the sweet way the expectant parents felt about each other.
She was glad to see firsthand how very much her son-in-law doted on her daughter and the unabashed love he focused on his pregnant wife. It became crystal clear to her that whatever qualms Tori had about her husband was the result of the unusual situation in which they found themselves. And clearly, the pregnancy hormones were also presently spurring some mood swings. It couldn’t be easy to be so passionately in love while pregnant at such an early stage of their relationship.
Rising with the dawn, she’d enjoyed the quiet charm of her private balcony while catching up on some time-sensitive emails from her assistant as she guzzled several cups of her favorite tea. It had been a pleasant way to start the day, which could only have been made better by someone to share it with.
Damn. There was that thought again. Something she’d been having with surprising frequency lately. Used to being alone, she was feeling bothered that her mind was turning in such an unfamiliar and unwelcome direction so frequently of late.
She’d had her love story, and it had been so close to perfect as to reach legendary status in her heart and mind. Daniel had been her soul mate, and when life had cruelly taken him from her, she’d simply shut down that aspect of her emotional life. He was just too hard an act to follow, so she’d neve
r allowed anyone else to get that close ever again. It wouldn’t have been fair to the men who had tried unsuccessfully to catch her eye over the years. Since there was absolutely no way anyone could ever compete, what was the point?
The thing was, though that somewhere along the journey she started feeling the need to connect with someone on a deeper level. That need had become stronger once Victoria married. It was as if now that her daughter’s husband was looking after Tori, suddenly she had some extra space in her heart to fill.
Dressed in casual workout clothes, she was heading out for a good long run—trying to burn off the excess energy before she did something crazy like start organizing Tori’s closet. It was an old habit—whenever her mind wouldn’t settle, she corralled her wayward thoughts by focusing on random tasks. If that wasn’t possible, physical exercise usually did the trick. Not to mention the fact that she enjoyed her daily runs. She found the rhythm Zen-like and comforting. She and Daniel had run together and she supposed that keeping the habit alive was another way to feel closer to something that lived only in her memory.
Making her way quietly from her suite, she ran into Draegyn, who was carrying a large breakfast tray from the kitchen. He didn’t look quite as stressed as he did yesterday, which was a relief. He was also dressed in a baggy pair of sweats that were slung way too low on his hips, which was not a relief. Running into one’s half-dressed son-in-law was certainly an unexpected and odd position to be in.
Her horrified look was probably what gave her away. “Oh, shit, sorry,” he mumbled with a grimace. “My bad.”
When he started to back away like she’d just caught him sneaking out of his bedroom buck naked, she had to laugh.
“Relax, Draegyn. You’re dressed, after a fashion, but I’m pretty sure Tori wouldn’t like it if I went blind from all that St. John masculinity staring me in the face.”
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