Playing House

by Willsin Rowe

“It’s really very simple, Luce.” As he sat up and leaned toward me, he tossed his book to the floor.

  “Hey, be careful, Mark. Don’t you know what kind of damage that—”

  The rest of my scolding was lost in the heat of his embrace. He speared his fingers into my hair and pressed his mouth to mine in a kiss that felt certain to melt my nightie straight off me. His tongue caressed mine, and the vibrations shimmied all the way down to my toes, and shot up to my scalp like lightning bolts. The wonderful mix of scents I’d noticed before became so much stronger with his mouth pressed to mine, and the way he provoked all my senses was ridiculous. With nothing more than a kiss he had turned my spine to honey and I cascaded against the hardness of his body as if it was the only place in the world left to go.

  When he eased his mouth from mine I felt lost for a second. At least until he took the tender skin of my neck between his teeth. His breath coursed over my highly-charged skin and every hair on my body stood as if he was playing their national anthem.

  He ran the soft heat of his tongue down my throat and drew a long moan from within me, as if luring it out of the darkness. The man had my sanity in his pocket. The mad heat of him radiated against my hands as I held onto his lovely hard body.

  “God, you smell great, Luce…” His voice was a deep rasp against my flesh and the sound of his need dragged invisible fingers down the length of my back. He pulled at the hem of my nightie with a fierceness as potent as it was unexpected.

  “Rip it off me.” My voice was nothing but a whisper, filled with ancient need.

  “No, I couldn’t do—”

  “If you rip it, you don’t need to stop kissing… uh… my neck. And I don’t have to stop doing this…”

  The moment I finished speaking I drove my hand down inside his boxers and seized the length of his hard cock.

  “Ohh… fuck…” Mark leaned harder against me for a second, his forehead pressing into my shoulder. As I squeezed his cock he sucked in a breath, then released it as a fast, low growl. He pushed me back just enough that he could hook his fingers into the top of my nightie, then with a burst of strength he shredded it, stripping me naked in under a second.

  I felt my skin bead up into gooseflesh, and the hunger in Mark’s eyes turned dark and angry. It was a struggle to even draw breath as he stood, all lithe hunter and hungry predator. I released my grip on him as he dragged his boxers off, and with that wonderful man-strength, lifted my legs onto the bed. For a moment he simply stood, staring into my soul as he held me like a child. Without any strain, and without any reservation. Simply held my body to his.

  Without a word he tumbled me onto his bed, and landed on his hands and knees above me. The heat of his body bathed me, as if I was in the sun. For a short moment which felt like a month, he caressed my mouth with his, and it was both bliss and a tease, far too much but nowhere near enough. I’d be happy if he never took his mouth from my skin, and thankfully he seemed to feel the same way, licking a meandering path down my neck, and on to my nipple. As he drew my stiffened bud into his mouth I fisted his hair and arched my body, pressing myself to him, soundlessly begging him to take all of me, all at once. I had no words bouncing around in my head, and maybe never would again, so I had to rely on signals alone. My voice returned, as moans and whimpers, as he brought his knee between my thighs and pressed it firmly into my pussy.

  His body weight against me was sweet, scary perfection. A barely-disguised wolf, taking from me everything he needed. My mind played games with the moment and sent signals to my mouth, demanding I fight back, like a downed deer in the jaws of a cougar. I needed something—anything—in my mouth. I needed to bite back, to suck hard, to fight tooth and nail, even if it was only in play.

  As he pressed my breasts together I seized his hand and pulled it up to my face, sucking two fingers into my mouth and gnawing at them. Mark groaned against my skin and I curled my leg around his, pushing his knee harder against me as I pumped my hips up and down. I was so wet there was barely any friction down there now, but it was still the most intense sensation.

  Slowly, he kissed his way down past my breasts, resting his mouth on the roundness of my belly for a moment. My first instinct was to apologize, or make some kind of excuse. I work out well enough, but I’m a big-boned girl. It happens.

  Before I could even speak, though, Mark sank his teeth into my skin and growled. I put my hand to the back of his head and made a fist, just to keep myself moored to the real world. To stop myself evaporating.

  “God, you have the most amazing body, Luce.”

  I was thankful for my mouthful of hand at that point. The words formed inside me. Words of denial, of disbelief. I’d had enough backhanded compliments throughout my adult life I’d absorbed them as if they were truth. The absolute truth. Only with Mark had I suddenly learned how relative that term can be. When he said I was beautiful, it wasn’t a line. It was the truth as he saw it. And that filled my heart like nothing else had.

  He slipped his hand free from my mouth. “Sorry, gorgeous. I’m definitely going to need that.”

  Oh, the pictures he’d already painted inside my mind were so dirty and so beautiful. The reality was going to strip my soul bare.

  Mark kissed my belly in a serpentine pattern, coming out to reach my hip and suckle on the skin there as if he could reach bone. Gradually he glided inward and with every passing second, the wet heat of his mouth drew closer to the wetter heat of my wanton pussy. When his chin brushed through the tips of my bush, it sent a wild throbbing through my body, causing me to gulp in breath after breath without releasing. When I finally found the control to breathe out again, it rolled from me like a shallow stream over rocks, pulling a little bit of my voice out with it.

  A frozen moment later, his hot breath gushed across the face of my pussy and my knees grew minds of their own, sailing apart without the slightest prompting from my mind. It was as if my body knew its own needs better than my head did. Given my track record for overthinking, how could I say it was wrong?

  Mark pulled in a long, slow breath as he hovered above me. Damn him and his self-control. Couldn’t he see how much I needed him? Or was that trembling that ran through every pore of my body invisible to the outside world?

  “Luce…” His voice was so deep and so dark it was almost a force of nature. “You are fucking perfect.”

  There was no time for me to form any kind of response. He’d barely finished speaking when he dashed his fierce mouth against the aching need of my slit, and my mind and body disappeared in an explosion of fireworks. Lights, colors, bolts of pleasure and even shocks of pain fired through me with every touch of Mark’s tongue against the rippled folds of my pussy. And when he clamped his mouth around my clit and sucked, I disappeared from the world. It was only my fingernails digging into the skin of his arm that kept me from turning to mist.

  For what felt like hours, or microseconds, my mouth wouldn’t work properly. Nor would the rest of my face. Mark’s tongue, lips, and teeth had magical properties that quelled all thought and all actions. I was nothing but a big ball of reaction, from my scalp to my toes. He set up a gnawing rhythm of licking and sucking, of moaning and biting. It was a heaven that wore down my humanity until I was, in my own mind, that stricken deer, succumbing to the ultimate will of the predator. And holy hell, it was sheer bliss.

  He slid those big hands of his from my knees, all the way up my inner thighs. Through delicious smacking sounds he muttered beautiful dirty words to me, driving my need higher than ever.

  Your skin is so fucking soft…

  Fuck, you taste so good…

  Mmm…

  When he had his palms at the absolute top of my thighs, I drove my hands into his hair and held on. A moment passed with only his hot breath filling my pussy, and then the roughness of his thumbs joined in, gliding up the length of my wet lips and meeting at my clit.

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nbsp; With a deftness of touch even I didn’t possess, he pulled my lips apart, creating just enough stretch and burn to amplify the gentle caress of his tongue, and to mollify the ferocious pressure of his teeth. The relish with which he devoured me was almost orgasmic on its own, let alone the actual sensations he conjured. I could seriously soak up attention like that for months at a time.

  Or so I thought.

  From everywhere and nowhere, a tight pressure grew in my belly as my limbs began to shudder. With nothing else to chew on, I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, only to release it again as Mark brought me hissing and moaning to a beautiful, gushing orgasm.

  His voice against me was the perfect finish. It was as if he was matching the vibrations already running through me, or singing a harmony to them. I could barely tell, as my head was full of cotton wool and climax. Still he wouldn’t relent, planting small pecking kisses against my lips and bush, and hooking his hands around the tops of my thighs.

  Gradually he moved his mouth in wider circles, as if searching for a single place he hadn’t already kissed me. My skin tingled everywhere he touched me, and ached wherever he didn’t. Dropping a trail of small bites, like breadcrumbs to follow, he moved down to my knee. While he suckled on the tender skin there he pressed his hand to my pussy and made precise circles with his palm.

  “Luce, you are a damn feast.”

  With a hunger that, again, seemed more animal than human, he licked his way right up the length of my thigh and recaptured my pussy. Delving and diving with such abandon that I almost lost myself in it. I was a seal in the ocean, riding the waves, and he was the orca, devouring me without any conscience. Every sound I made belonged in prehistory.

  He apprehended my clit between savage teeth and drove two fingers inside me, twisting and pumping, grinding against that high sweet spot as he pushed me toward euphoria. There were no words, no meanings to anything at all in the world. There was no world. There was just Mark’s mouth and my pussy, and everything else ceased to exist.

  With my hands clamped around his head, and my fingers entwined in his thick hair, I held on for dear life. The weight of a second, much bigger, climax circled my belly. It was an off-center sensation, throwing me around like an unbalanced washing machine, making me sway bodily on the bed. Then, only a moment later it found its way home, and it shot through my body like a fireball, turning my moan ragged in my throat as I ran out of air.

  Mark held his mouth against me as my body quivered into complete submission. There was no way I could look at him for the moment. I turned all my attention to the ceiling instead, waiting for my heart and body to drift back down from the stars. Gently now, Mark eased his hot mouth off me, with a skin-tingling sticky sound. While I studied the ceiling, almost in prayer, he painted little abstract pictures on my thigh with his tongue.

  “Luce, I think I could do that forever.”

  “I thought you just did.”

  “It felt like only a second.”

  The ceiling wasn’t changing, wasn’t giving me any answers. Any questions I might ask it were only half-formed, in any case. “I w–was so determined not to let that happen again. Not to succumb to you.”

  He clamped his eyes shut and frowned. “Please, Luce. Don’t even say that. I can’t believe you could even think it.”

  “What?”

  “You give me these little tastes of yourself—mind as well as body—and then you pull back. Like I’ve burned you, or at least you think I might.”

  My fingers in his hair were all softness, now. Calm and gentle. “I know, and I don’t mean to. Well, I suppose I do, but it’s much more about my issue than anything you might do.”

  “Does there really need to be an issue? We’re good together. Fuck, I’d say we’re perfect—”

  “Don’t. Please don’t jinx it. Mark, we’re housemates. And all of this is so sudden. Nothing like this was ever supposed to happen at all. And it was definitely not supposed to happen twice in one day.”

  He turned and kissed me on the wrist. A soft touch, almost like a push. “But now it has. And, as you say, twice in one day.” When he pressed his mouth back to my skin, it was with more force. More intent. “You know what, though? I’m sorry, but that’s still not enough for me.”

  The speed he moved at was kind of scary. But his natural grace made him a thing of beauty as he reached over me to his bedside cabinet. With a speed that told of desperation he wrenched at the top drawer, pulling it completely out of the frame in his haste.

  “Dammit.”

  He inched forward and leaned over me, digging in the pile of spilled underwear as the thick heat of his cock pressed into my thigh. I’d barely begun to soak up what it all meant. The fact I was able to get this man so worked up without really doing anything but kissing him—and being naked—was an unfamiliar thrill. A moment later he came back up with a square package. In seconds he’d torn it open and rolled the condom down his thick shaft.

  He settled his weight between my widespread thighs and gazed at me, his expression almost dazed. With a small frown he glided forward and down, kissing my belly again as if he’d never get enough of it. The heat of his mouth infused my skin and sent little buzzing signals up to my head, warning me that a whole lot of sensation was on its way. As if following those tiny sparks, Mark ran his open mouth up my body, swooping around my breasts until he came to rest right in that tender spot where my neck blended into my shoulder.

  I couldn’t breathe without whimpering. The two parts were one within me. Mark nipped at my neck, easing upward until he had my earlobe in his clutches.

  “You are quite simply the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, Luce.”

  His voice was a ragged growl by that point, and the sound of it, and the heat of his breath, stole every waking thought from my head. All I had was my body and soul. My mind was gone. I clawed my hands into Mark’s neck and arm, holding onto him as if to make sure the moment was real. That he wasn’t a dream. That I wasn’t, either.

  Mark hissed against me, and I realized just how hard I’d scratched at him. He rose above me and stared into my eyes with a dark desire I was no match for. The way his broad body towered over me was even more exciting than the way he’d devoured my pussy only moments ago. He was my shelter and my storm.

  “I’m crazy about you, Lucy Featherstone.”

  There was no time to reply, even if I’d had anything to say. The moment he’d spoken he dived forward and pulled my mouth into his, suckling on my tongue, drawing hard on me at the exact same moment he drove his length deep inside my pussy.

  No matter he’d warmed me up with fingers and mouth. The stretch and burn of his cock slotting home within me was the universe. It was pins and needles and cotton candy and fresh new books. It was chaos triumphing where only order should be, and it was sweet, taboo freedom.

  My yell of pleasure was beautifully muffled by the softness of Mark’s mouth. I curled my back and snaked my arms and legs around his strength, desperately striving to touch every inch of him with every part of me. All at once. There was no sense to it, no reason at all. Mark was the Anti-Order, and I would worship at his chaotic heart if he so willed it. He filled me so beautifully, so perfectly, as if his body was designed exactly to my needs, and his soul was the blanket to keep mine warm.

  He drove his serpentine hips forward, gliding his cock into me and out, small movements that somehow had the punch of much larger ones. His pelvic bone kissed mine deeply, as if neither of us had any flesh between. The slow strokes of his body ground him against my clit with a precision that usually only came from tongue or fingers. Somehow he could do it with his entire pelvis.

  Mark raised himself off me, taking the heaven of his mouth with him, and I slid my hands down to his hips. Just to keep contact with the heat of his skin. The cocksure smile that seemed automatic to him had evaporated, his whole expression radiating need as his brow dark
ened with determination.

  The more he pistoned at me, the deeper I sank my fingers into the smooth hardness of his back, until it was certain I was marking his skin, maybe even permanently.

  I slid my knees up until they were right under his arms, opening myself completely to let as much of his beautiful body into mine as I could. It became almost impossible to breathe, or to think. My mouth felt empty with him all the way up there, so I raised my face to his chest and licked at his cute brown nipple. He grunted and shuddered, which was all the signal I needed. With hunger pouring through me I dug my teeth in to his flesh, moaning and sucking, chewing on him, trying desperately to satisfy all my hungers at once. The man was utterly destroying my foundation, mentally and physically. There was nothing even close to neatness or order in what we were doing. It was all animal, all nature. And it was wonderful.

  The harder he drove against me, the more it seemed to weaken his will, and he drifted lower and lower, bringing his throat within reach of me. I licked at his hot, salty skin and whimpered like a puppy as the taste of him blended with his scent, and with mine. It all rolled around inside me, latching onto the powerful bursts of pleasure his hips were sending through me and spinning into a tornado of need.

  With a fresh burst of strength and desperation I arched my back, pulling myself up so I could plant a deep, open-mouth kiss on his lips. The moment seemed to crackle as he slammed his hips into mine and stilled for a split second. His deep voice rolled in his throat, morphing from moan to growl in an instant. He filled my mouth with his lovely tongue and pistoned his hips into mine. It was unmistakably the last throes of passion and the power of his body rippled through mine, awakening a marrow-deep climax within me. The entire house seemed to shake as I came. A moment later Mark drove deeply into me and curled his back upward, his roar surging from his throat as he released his own orgasm.

  I was covered in sweat—mine and his—and it was the most erotic feeling I could remember. It was chaotic and beastly, and so, so beautiful.