Standing in the Shadows m&f-2

by Shannon McKenna

  She felt his smile against her neck as he nuzzled her. "The little death. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

  The sweet, rippling shivers slowly gave way to a relaxed glow. She wanted to croon and purr, but when she cuddled closer, she felt the unyielding heat of his erection against her belly, and remembered that there was more to this. "Connor? What about you?" she asked.

  His eyebrow quirked. "What about me? I'm in heaven." She reached down, and stroked the long, thick bulge in his jeans. He let out a sharp gasp, and placed his hand over hers. "Not yet."

  "Not yet?" She was baffled. "Then when?" He hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her panties, tugged them down, and then slid down the bed. He dragged her along with him, until her legs dangled off the foot of the bed in a tangle of bed coverings. "Connor? What are you—"

  "One orgasm is good," he said. "Two are better."

  She pushed herself up until she was perched on the edge of the bed, legs clamped together in a paroxysm of shyness. He knelt in front of her, a faint smile touching his lips. "Open up for me." He covered her knees with beseeching kisses, his mouth hot and deliciously ticklish. She giggled and pushed his face away. "Please," he pleaded. "Let me in."

  His smile and his sweet, silly kisses made her heart go soft. She dashed the tears away with a murmur of embarrassment. It took some concentration, but slowly the muscles in her thighs loosened. He pushed them wide, his face fascinated. He drew his fingertip down the folds of her labia, parting them, and thrust his finger deep inside her.

  She gasped, and she was outside herself, observing her own behavior with a cold, horrified eye. Legs spread, completely at his mercy. Crazy and wanton. That shrill, lecturing voice echoed through her mind, reminding her of betrayal, Dad and Novak, Georg and Crystal Mountain, all the reasons why she shouldn't—"Don't," he said.

  She met his sharp gaze, startled. "Don't what?"

  "Wherever you were going in your head, don't go there. It's a wrong turn."

  The sharpness of his perceptions made her feel transparent. "You can't tell me what thoughts to think," she said.

  He slid his finger out of her and licked it, sighing with pleasure. "I can try, can't I?" he asked. "Jesus, you're delicious. All I want you to think about is how it feels when I go down on you. That's it, Erin. No other thoughts are invited. This is a private party."

  He swayed forward and put his mouth to her before she could think of a reply, and all thoughts fled. All that remained was the liquid, swirling sensations of his lips and his strong, eager tongue, lapping and laving her, flicking expertly across her most sensitive flesh. She gripped damp, silky handfuls of his hair and pushed herself against his mouth. His growl of satisfaction reverberated through her body.

  He shoved her down onto her back and folded her legs up high. She writhed, struggling in his strong grip, but she was struggling toward something, not away. He drove her onward, toward a tantalizing promise that blazed on the horizon of her mind like the fiery glow of sunrise.

  That huge, inevitable wave of pleasure that had so terrified her before gathered again. This time she didn't resist it. The explosion throbbed through her entire body, an endless eternity of rippling pleasure. It took a long time to float back. "I'm melting," she whispered.

  "Yeah. Like homemade vanilla ice cream scooped over hot Dutch apple pie. Yum." His smile was so sweet, it made her heart hurt. "You want some more? I could do that to you all night long. Easily."

  She struggled up onto her knees. "It's your turn, Connor," she said shyly. "Do you want me to, um… go down on you?"

  He jerked up onto his elbows, opened his mouth to speak, and closed it, looking shy. "Uh… that's one of those do-bears-shit-in-the-woods and is-the-Pope-Catholic type questions, Erin."

  "I take it that's a yes," she said primly.

  He flopped down onto his back and put his hand over his face. "You don't have to if you're not comfortable with it," he mumbled.

  She leaned over him. "Connor? Are you blushing?"

  "No," he snapped. "I just turned red because I'm excited. So shoot me. God, this is embarrassing."

  "Don't be embarrassed. I love it. How sweet."

  "Sweet," he muttered. "Huh. Great. I'm glad it works for you."

  She put her hands on his chest, and petted the flat, silky golden hair. "So tell me what you want me to—"

  "No way." He flung his arms wide. "I am at your mercy. Do with me as you will. If you want to go down on me, fine. I'm all for it."

  She unbuttoned his jeans. He wore nothing beneath them. His penis sprang out eagerly into her hands. Long and thick, flushed.

  "No underwear?" She covered her nervousness with laughter.

  "Hate 'em. Never bothered with them when I was a kid. Never got into the habit as an adult, either. They make my dick feel strangled."

  His skin was so much softer than she had expected. Living velvet sliding over the thick stalk as she clasped him, squeezed him. The blunt, heart-shaped tip was as large and swollen as a red plum. It wept one gleaming drop of fluid. She touched it with her fingertip, swirling it around his hot, smooth flesh. He cried out, arching off the bed.

  She froze, alarmed. "Please tell me if I do anything wrong."

  He clutched handfuls of sheet with white-knuckled fists. "Anything, everything, whatever. It's all good. Don't stop."

  His low, shaky tone emboldened her, and she dragged his jeans down over his hips. She pulled them off and got her first look at the surgical scars that furrowed his thigh. Long and jagged and puckered.

  She ran her hand over his ravaged flesh. An ache swelled inside her for his suffering, bound together with tenderness, and anger, and the urge to give him more pleasure than he had ever dreamed possible.

  She clambered over him, letting her hair trail over his chest until she was straddling him. He held up his face to a soft rain of kisses like a man dying of thirst. His body trembled with the effort of staying still. "Oh, God, this is so sweet," he murmured.

  She played with him, discovering his body with her hands and her lips. He squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered violently when she took him into her mouth.

  She could barely manage it, there was so much of him. He was so big and thick. She loved his warm, salty, sexual taste, his musky male smell. His heartbeat pulsed between her hands, against her caressing tongue. His scarred, beautiful body was a heart-wrenching contradiction of power and vulnerability, of strength and yearning.

  He gripped fistfuls of her hair. His tone grew more pleading as she experimented with her tongue, with her hands. The bolder she was, the harder he thrashed. She pulled him deeper, swallowing him whole, suckling him hard, swirling her tongue, milking him with her hands.

  His hands tightened in her hair. "It's coming down on me. Oh, God." He convulsed, and exploded.

  Pulsing jets of hot liquid spurted into her mouth, and she shuddered at the energy that burst against her face. She braced herself, and rode out the long storm. It faded into stillness.

  She swallowed, raised her head, wiped her mouth. She kissed his thigh, the dark blond hair at his groin, the sensitive tip of his penis.

  His fingers tightened in her hair. "Oh, Erin."

  His voice was rough and shaky. He hid his eyes behind his trembling hand. She pressed her cheek against the hard muscles of his belly, and nuzzled him tenderly. "Are you OK?" she asked him.

  He opened his eyes, and laughed "I just had a religious experience."

  She pulled herself up onto her knees. "Me, too."

  He grinned as he studied her face. "Really? You liked doing that?"

  She nodded. His penis was still half-hard, curved across his thigh against its nest of hair. She ran her fingertip slowly along its length, from root to the gleaming tip. He hardened and thickened instantly.

  "I loved it," she said. "It made me crazy. Just look at me, Connor. Look at what you've done."

  He propped himself up onto his elbows and stared at her. Her fingers curled around his penis and squeeze
d him. "Whoa," he whispered. "Check you out. You're on fire."

  She let her head fall back and trailed her fingertips over her hot face, her lips, her throat. She caressed her breasts, her belly, and slid her hand between her legs, seeking relief from the shimmering tension. "I feel so much, it hurts," she said. "Inside, outside, everywhere. Did you put a spell on me? Did you slip something into my pie when I wasn't looking?"

  "Oh, no, sweetheart." He rose up to his knees. "It was all inside you to begin with. The red-hot love goddess. It's what you always were. You shine, Erin. You almost hurt my eyes." He pulled her hard against him, arranging her thighs so that they straddled his. "Oh yeah. Give me some more of that. Right now."

  He slanted his mouth over hers in a fierce, devouring kiss. No tenderness or gentleness, just raw, possessive male triumph. She gave herself up to it, quivering with helpless excitement. He thrust his fingers deeply into her slick heat. "Is this what you want?"

  But she couldn't reply, she was wailing, convulsing around his hand, and riding a long shuddering wave of ecstacy.

  He held her afterwards, murmuring sweet words and rocking her like a child. Her head rested limply on his shoulder. When she could move again, she flung herself backwards, pulling him down on top of her. "Please, Connor," she said. "Make love to me now."

  His face was a taut mask of self-control. "Damn, Erin. Have mercy on me. We shouldn't do this, not without latex—"

  She pulled him down and clasped her legs around him. "I am a grown-up. I take full responsibility. I promise."

  He wrenched her arms from around his neck and pinned them above her head. "Fuck responsibility," he snarled. "It's not that simple, and you know it!"

  "Please." She pulled him closer with her thighs, pressing her moist labia against his belly like a hot, pleading kiss. "I need you."

  He closed his eyes, panting. "I can't say no to you," he said. "You drive me completely nuts. I'm helpless before you."

  "Good," she said. "That's excellent. Helpless works for me."

  "I don't know if I can do it without coming inside you, though," he warned. "I've never done it with a red-hot love goddess before."

  She rubbed her breasts against his chest. "Then it's time for a challenge. Come on, Connor. Be all that you can be."

  He dissolved into silent laughter. "Jesus, that's harsh." He shifted her legs, bending her knees so she was wide open to him.

  She struggled up onto her elbows and grabbed for the pillows. "I want to see it," she told him. "I don't want to miss a single thing."

  "OK." He tucked the pillows behind her, and poised his body over hers. "I'm so out of my mind, I think I've, uh, forgotten how to do it."

  She smiled up at him through her eyelashes. "It'll come back to you," she said. "You certainly had no problem with foreplay."

  "You're pretty terrifying in the foreplay department yourself. You practically drove me insane with your hair goop. OK, here goes."

  He took himself in hand and pressed the blunt tip of his penis against her. He stroked her, moistening himself. The gentle contact was as sweet as a kiss. His fragrant hair tumbled around her face, and she ran her fingers through it. "Oh, your hair," she whispered.

  "What about it? Is it tickling you? Want me to pull it back?"

  "No, no," she said. "It's almost dry. It looks beautiful."

  He nudged inside, and pressed against her body's resistance. "Oh, God, Erin," he groaned. "You're so tight. You're driving me nuts. This is so dangerous, baby. I'm right on the edge."

  "Please, Connor." She would not permit him to leave her with this ache unsatisfied. She grasped his waist, pulled him deeper inside herself, but he was so big and hard and unyielding. "Don't leave me."

  "Calm down," he soothed her. "I'm not going anywhere. I just don't want to hurt you. Just a little bit at a time… like this. Arch your back. Oh, God, yes. You squeeze me so tight."

  He pushed relentlessly deeper. She was afraid to move, scarcely breathing. Connor arched over her, his thick shaft thrust halfway into her. He worked himself deeper with each short, sliding thrust. "Are you all right?" he asked anxiously. "We can still stop if you—"

  "Shut up." She smiled to soften the sharp words.

  "Move against me," he commanded her. "That'll make it easier."

  She moved her hips, and it all slipped into focus. The gliding movement, the angle, the delicious, throbbing fullness of his thick shaft inside her. The wonderful, marvelous point of it all. He pushed deeper.

  She gasped, Connor gazed searchingly into her face. "More?"

  She reached up, embracing him. "All."

  Chapter Nine

  He took her at her word, and drove inside her.

  They both cried out. It was like falling off a cliff, the moment of shocked inevitability when he knew that this was too good, he was too turned on. He was going to completely lose control.

  He slid his arm beneath the arch of her back, pulling her tighter. Shocked gasps jerked out of her with each heavy thrust. He was riding her too hard; she was too small and tight for this, but he couldn't slow down, couldn't ease off. He was locked into this hard rhythm. She had teased and tempted him into this, and now he was all thundering blood and pumping muscles, no judgment, no wits. He had prided himself on his self-control, and she had blasted it to hell and it was gone.

  Erin's face was cherry red. Her mouth was open, her bosom heaving, and her soft thighs clenched around his, and oh, dear God, there she went again. Crying out, arched like a bow, her tight cunt clenching around his cock in yet another shaking-apart, violent orgasm. The woman was un-fucking-believable, white-hot. Burning him alive. No way could he make this last, not at this level of intensity. The big drum roll was getting louder, his orgasm crashing down on him.

  He barely managed to wrench himself out in time. He spent himself across her belly in long, scalding spurts.

  He collapsed on top of her with a breathless sob. He'd wanted to fuck this girl for years, but he had no idea that it would feel like this.

  She murmured, squashed beneath his body. He lifted himself up. They were practically glued together with his come. He wondered if that would disgust her. Then she put her hand to the sticky mess pooled in the soft indentation of her navel. She swirled her fingertips around, until her belly gleamed.

  That answered that.

  Unbelievably, his cock jerked up to attention, like a helpless marionette. "Don't, for God's sake," he pleaded. "Give me a break. Let me get myself together. I'm destroyed."

  She shook her head. Her eyes were solemn and perilously beautiful. She brought her wet, gleaming finger to her mouth and suckled the pearly liquid off of mem, one after the other. Her pink tongue swirled tenderly around each fingertip. She was going to drive him straight out of his fucking mind.

  He flung himself facedown and hid his face in the crumpled sheets. "You want me to beg for mercy? I'm begging. Ease off."

  "Beg in vain." Her voice was cool. "No mercy for you."

  He convulsed in silent laughter, pressing his face harder against the sheets. "You heartless, insatiable bitch."

  "Oh, I've only just begun. You have no idea what you're in for, Connor McCloud."

  He rolled away and sat on the bed with his back to her, covering his face with his hands. "OK. Do whatever you want, but give me a time-out. Just a few minutes to get myself in hand."

  Sheets rustled, the bed shifted. She pressed her hot, silky body against his back, and wrapped her arms around him. She seized his cock with both small hands. "I've already got you in hand, Connor."

  He squeezed his eyes shut in another spasm of silent laughter, or maybe he was weeping dry tears. They felt pretty much the same to him. "Hell and damn. I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

  "You walked right into this whole thing." Her voice was clear and quiet. "I didn't ask you to follow me. I didn't ask to be guarded. Don't blame me if you got more than you bargained for."

  His laughter died away. He stared down at her small, grac
eful hands, wet with his come. Stroking his stone-hard, aching cock as if he hadn't just had two explosive orgasms in the past twenty minutes. Three in the past hour, if he counted that violent but relatively superficial release he'd given himself in the shower after dinner.

  His last, futile effort at self-control.

  Erin's fist curled around the head of his cock in a tight, swirling caress. "Jesus, woman. You are something else."

  She nuzzled her face against his neck, nibbling his throat. If she kept this up he was going to come again. He blocked her hands with his own. "Erin. For God's sake. What do you want from me?"

  She kissed up and down the taut tendons that stood out at his throat. "I want to know you," she said softly. "In the Biblical sense. Everything you are. Good, bad, everything. And I want you to know me the same way. I want it so bad, Connor. I'm tired of feeling so cold."

  "You're not cold," he said. "You're burning me to a crisp."

  She waited silently. A warm, soft weight against his back.

  He picked through her words, feeling around for the snare that had to be there. "You want that? You think you want to know me?"

  "I know that I do," she said. "I've always wanted it."

  He twisted to look into her eyes. The sensual glow in their honey-brown depths fuddled him, made him forget what he had meant to say. He groped for his train of thought, furious at the casual power she wielded over him. So easy. Like it was nothing to her.

  "It's dangerous to really know somebody," he told her. "It's dangerous to rip the masks away. How do you know if you'll like what's underneath? We don't even really know what's underneath our own."

  She had the regal, intergalactic princess look on her face again. "I'll risk it," she said quietly.

  He seized her arm, yanking her around so that her face was inches from his. "I'm trying to do the right thing, and you pull the rug out from under my feet every way I turn. Maybe ripping my masks off isn't such a bright idea, Erin. You keep this up, and maybe you're going to find yourself fucking some guy you don't even recognize."