by Roz Lee
He’s joking. He’d never change the name or the brand, but he wants me to ask, so I do. “To what?”
“We could put a handprint in the center of the O.”
Caught off-guard, the next four rapid-fire blows make me see stars. I manage to rein in the curse words threatening to fly, whimpering instead. I have no idea why I thought this would be erotic. My ass is on fire. My shoulders, and most everything on me, hurts from the awkward position I’m in.
“Halfway there,” he reports, doing that massage thing again. “Christ, April, I’m going to fuck you so hard when we’re done. Gonna take you from behind so I can see your rosy ass while I’m driving into you.”
Now I remember why I thought this would be erotic. Because it is. He’s promising more than an eight-second ride, even though I doubt I’ll last much longer once he’s inside me.
“Hang on, babe. Gonna give it to ya fast and hard, same way I’m gonna fuck ya.”
Fire rains down on my ass. Six strikes light me up inside and out.
He handles me like a rag doll, turning me and wedging my upper body over the console between the front seats so my ass is in his lap. Cursing, he jostles me, raising his hips enough to slide his zipper down without damaging the goods. He grabs my hips, drags me backward.
There’s nothing gentle about the way he thumbs my folds apart and impales me. This is hard, raw, dirty sex, and I don’t give a shit. I want it. I want him. Claiming me with every upward thrust into my wet channel.
We’ve had intense sex before, but nothing like this. We’re fully dressed, only my ass and his dick exposed, and that’s mostly buried up inside me. Draped over the console, my hands still tied behind my back, my choices are limited to fight or accept that I’m completely his.
It’s no contest. I’m his. I always have been. I always will be.
Every time he sinks into me, his balls slap against my clit. Eight seconds on a bucking bull. I’ll never make it. Tension coils tight. I don’t even try to postpone the inevitable.
“Fuck, you feel good.” His voice is as raw as my ass. Knowing he’s as far gone as I am triggers something inside me.
My ride is over. I’m flying. Tears of joy—relief—spill from my eyes into the cup holder. My pussy convulses around the turgid shaft stretching it to the limit. The need to rock into the orgasm overwhelms me, but I’m trapped, able only to accept, powerless to control what is happening to my body.
“Bren. Oh, God, Bren.” The words are in my brain. No idea if they make it past my lips as I fly through time and space, my body a helpless partner, prisoner to its own pleasure.
I hear the rasp of denim on denim and wet, sucking sounds as my pussy gobbles up his cock over and over again. Above it all, he’s breathing hard, riding this out until the bell sounds.
Past my own crisis, I’m able to enjoy his ride. Extra sensitive, every stroke is a gift, every withdrawal a promise. He fills my heart, my body. I’m almost sad when he digs his fingers into my hips, holding me down on his shaft.
One heartbeat. Two. I close my eyes, see in my mind the tight lines on his face, the hard lines of his jaw as the pleasure steals his senses. He grinds into me, his cock pulsing, his hot seed bathing my inner walls, marking me as his, even as my body stakes its own claim.
This is the passion I need.
He draws me up and back against his still-heaving chest. I pray he needs this passion as much as I do.
Naked in a Crowded Room
Brendan unties me. Grasping my wrists, he folds me into his arms. His fingers keep up a slow, gentle massage along my forearms, up to my shoulders. I don’t recall noticing the engine running before, but in the silent aftermath, it sounds like a power mower idling next to a bedroom window.
I’m not sure what happened here tonight, but it’s something significant. So significant I don’t care that I’m sitting in Brendan’s lap, my naked ass pressed against his open fly. I don’t care that we’ve fogged up the windows and everyone who walks by will know what’s been going on inside the rig from the Rockin’ O.
Brendan started this, so I figure it’s up to him to initiate the conversation. He’ll have to because I don’t have a clue where to begin. As the silence stretches out, I’m afraid he doesn’t either, and that hurts. I’ve always thought communication as one of the things we do well. I guess tonight has proven me wrong.
“I love you.” His baritone vibrates through his chest into mine, wrapping my heart up in assurances. He does know what to say. Those three words encompass everything important between us.
“I love you, too.” I’ve never meant the words as much as I mean them at this moment.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. Not at all.”
He lets go of my right wrist, slides his hand between us to cup my ass. “Not even when I spanked you?”
“Yeah, that hurt,” I concede before leaping off the cliff. “But I liked it.”
“You did?” He sounds both relieved and excited.
“I did.” I wiggle around so I’m sitting crosswise and wrap my arms around his neck. “I never thought I would like something like what we did, but I did. The role playing…you know, you dragging me out of The Lone Star, acting all alpha caveman, dragging me into your cave.” His mouth is open, so I trace his lower lip with my fingertip. “The way you yanked my jeans down…?”
“Yeah?” His breath fans across my finger.
I lean in, whisper into his open mouth. “That was hot.”
His lips claim mine, showing me what hot really is. The man has magic lips, and he knows how to use them. He’s got me squirming on his lap, reaching for his dick. He clamps his fingers around my arm and breaks the kiss, leaving us both miles short of satisfied. “I liked everything we did, babe. That moment when you surrendered to me…you know, when you relaxed, gave yourself to me?”
I nod, remembering the exact moment when I gave him all my trust.
“There was no turning back for me from that point on. I would have stopped if you’d asked me to, but I knew then I needed you that way. Maybe not all the time, but sometimes.”
“I learned something tonight, too.” I want to hide my face, but I force myself to meet his gaze. This is too important for misunderstandings. “I need to be that woman, and I need you to be that man. Maybe not all the time, but sometimes. Our sex life is great, but there’s been something missing.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“I only noticed it recently. A sort of restlessness? Not dissatisfaction—never that. Oh! I don’t know what I’m trying to say!” I duck my head and close my eyes.
“April.” He tips my chin up. “Look at me.”
I force my eyes open. He’s the most patient man I know, and it shows in his gaze. “I noticed it, too.”
“You did?”
“Yes. I was afraid to say anything. If plain vanilla is what you want, I’m okay with that, but there are other flavors out there. Maybe we should sample a few? See if there’s anything we like?”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Have you been talking to Beth?”
“No. Why?”
“Because she said the same thing to me, sort of. She suggested we visit Colton’s club, you know, to look around, see what’s in the display case. If you know what I mean.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I don’t think I gave her an answer. She did make me promise to tell you how I was feeling.”
“And how are you feeling?” The hand resting on my hip is suddenly between my legs, exploring.
“Loved. Cherished.” Two fingers enter me. The air fills with our mingled scents. “Safe.”
“You’re always safe with me, babe.” For a big man, he moves fast. He has me flat on my back before I can protest our location. “Touch yourself while I get you out of these jeans,” he says, tugging the denim lower on my legs.
I’ve never touched myself with him watching. I hesitate. The man has seen every inch of me, up close and personal. But
masturbating is intimate. He stops, locks his steely gaze on me. “Do it now, April, or I’m going to turn you over my knee again.”
Fuck. My pussy creams, and I’m tempted to flip over and stick my ass in the air.
“What’s it going to be, babe? Touch yourself or a spanking?” He settles back against the far door, his gaze never leaving mine. “Just so you know, either way, you’re going to touch yourself. It’s just a matter of getting a spanking before you do it or not. Up to you.”
I’m clothed except for a strip of skin from the top of my mound to just above my knees, but I feel like I’m standing naked in a crowded room. What will he think of me if I tell him what I really want? The promise I made to Beth, and to myself, comes back to me. “Can I touch myself while you spank me? Sir?”
Brendan fixes me with a look that is pure lust and all caveman. His fingers white-knuckle the passenger side headrest and the backseat. His cock, never completely sated, stands at attention from his still-open fly. For one long drawn-out second, he stares at me like a predator debating whether to eat all of me or save some for later. Decision made, he sweeps my legs up and scoots beneath them, flipping me over in the process. My knees end up on the floorboard, my ass between his spread legs, my torso draped over his thigh.
“Is ten too many?”
“No. I can take it.”
“If you don’t come before I’m through, I’ll make you come myself. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. I think I can manage, though.”
“It won’t be any hardship,” he assures with a grin. He’s a master at making me come with his fingers. He jerks my hand nearest him to the small of my back, anchors it there with one of his. The dominate move shifts my heart and pussy into overdrive. “Can you reach your cunt?”
I test the positioning, parting my folds easily enough. I hold up my wet fingers. “Yes, sir.”
I don’t know if it’s seeing the evidence or the calling him sir, but he hisses at me. “Christ almighty, April.” The need in his voice strokes my ego. I love making this man weak.
“Ready when you are, sir.” I find my clit, flick it the same instant his palm smacks against my ass. Groaning, I seek out my aching channel and thrust my first two fingers in, keeping my thumb on my button.
“Jesus, I can see you fucking yourself.” He pries my cheeks open for a better look. I oblige him, withdrawing my digits before plunging them back in hard. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
I let him watch for a while before I wiggle my ass to remind him of his end of the bargain. Letting my cheek go, he delivers a series of firm whacks to my ass.
Between blows, wet, sucking sounds fill the silent cab. I’m so wet, and my pussy eagerly eats my fingers up, reluctantly letting go before opening for them again and again.
My ass is on fire. Each time his palm makes contact with my skin, it conveys his need, his arousal, and that makes me hotter than hell. I close my eyes, imagining it’s his cock plunging into me. It’s him riding me hard. It’s him stirring these feelings inside me.
It’s always him. Has always been him. Will always be him.
I’m almost there. Sweet tension grips my pussy in a tight fist. I’ve lost count of the spankings. I want to come for him but fear I’m not going to make it.
“Ten.” I whimper and tears leak from my eyes. I wanted so much to come for him, and I’ve failed. His hand is tender on my flaming skin. Blunt fingers open me to his gaze. “Let me help you, babe.”
“Please.” The word is nothing more than a whisper on my lips. I need his touch so bad I think I might die from wanting him. He releases his hold on my wrist. One big hand holds me open, the fingers of the other join mine, stretching me wide. They dip inside then retreat to spread pussy juice on my backdoor. My insides tremble. No one has ever been through that door, but God, I want Brendan to be the one to do it, and I want it now.
Another digit joins mine, wiggling around, dueling with my fingers for a few seconds then it’s gone.
“Let’s finish this, babe.” He curves his hand over mine, cradles my fingers in his, plunging the mass into me. Jesus. I barely have time to register how wide I’m spread when he presses his thumb against my forbidden hole. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
The breach is swift and thorough, setting off a chain reaction in my body. I come so hard I can’t catch my breath. My whole body convulses, sucking at the fingers buried inside me, forcing air from my lungs.
“Fuckin’ beautiful. Ride it out, baby. That’s it.”
The slap to my backside surprises me. I suck in a breath, letting it out on a keening wail when the orgasm peaks again, rolling through me in waves so intense I almost black out. Another slap jerks me back to reality, pleasure, less intense, but no less enjoyable, washes over me.
Weak, my fingers slip from my pussy, thudding against the raised center section of the floorboard. Brendan finger fucks me a few more times until there is nothing left but the tiniest of ripples coursing through me. With his thumb still up my ass, he cups me, holding me tenderly in his palm.
I drift in and out of wakefulness, content to lay there, possessed, cherished, and loved. Safe. Eventually, Brendan releases me, and I crawl up into his lap.
I don’t want to leave, but we’ll have to soon. The parking lot is clearing out around us. A moment ago, Scooter rocked the truck and yelled at us to get a room. Tomorrow, I’ll be mortified that everyone who can read the Rockin’ O brand on the side of the truck knows we couldn’t wait to get home. But right now, I don’t care. Brendan’s denim-clad thighs against my tender ass are a constant reminder of what we’ve done, and I love it. I want to do it again, but I’m afraid to bring the subject up. Afraid to shatter the perfect peace I feel cradled in his arms.
What if he doesn’t want to spank me again? What if this was a crazy idea he regrets? Worst of all, I worry he’ll think less of me for liking what we did.
“You okay?” He rubs his chin across the top of my head.
I make an affirmative sound and tip my face up to kiss his jaw. He’s so freakin’ sexy, I want to eat him up. I nip at him, drawing a sharp hiss of arousal from him. His cock twitches against my hip.
“Simmer down, kitten. We’ve got to get out of here before they have us towed.”
“Is it that late?” The Lone Star has a strict no-overnight-parking rule. The last thing I want to do is drive myself home, but I need my car in the morning. Bailing it out of impound before work isn’t an option.
“’Fraid so.” He helps me scoot off his lap. “You aren’t too sore?” he asks as we right our clothes.
“I’ll be all right.”
“Sit here. I’ll drive you over to your car.” With a quick kiss, he exits the backseat, popping into the driver’s seat and fastening his seat belt. A minute later, we’re idling driver’s side to driver’s side. Opening my door, I slide feet first to the ground. Before I can grab my purse from the floorboard, Brendan is there, pressing his lean, muscular body against me. His hot breath feathers across the shell of my ear. “Don’t want you to forget.”
One hand at my nape, he presses my forehead to the seat. He swats my ass so hard my knees threaten to give out. By the fourth one, I’m hanging onto the seat belt to keep from collapsing on the gravel lot. Blissfully sated a few minutes ago, my pussy creams. There’s no mistaking the scent of my arousal filling the air.
Brendan engulfs me. One strong arm wrapped around my middle, he uses the other to brace himself against the door frame. Dwarfed by the big man covering me, his warmth chases away the chill trying to take over my body. The gentleness of his caress is in stark contrast to the way he just spanked me, and I can’t help but love both sides of this man. I just never thought….
“God, woman. I have to let you go, or I’m going to fuck you right here in the parking lot.”
I should pretend outrage like a good southern-bred woman, but I have to be realistic. If he made a move to do it, I wouldn’t stop him. “Your place in five.”
&nbs
p; Love Taps
Brendan was dead on his feet when we got to my apartment last night. As much as I wanted to jump his bones, he’d given me all he had earlier. I’m not complaining. I got more than I’d bargained for, and that’s the truth.
He’s usually an early riser, but for once, I’m up before him. While I stir up a batch of his favorite blueberry muffins, my mind drifts to the night before. My ass tingles at the memory of Brendan spanking me. It wasn’t just the spanking, though. It was the whole scene that turned me on. It was silly role playing—he isn’t the caveman type, and I’m not his meek little woman—but last night…? It worked for me. Cranked my horny knob big-time.
The first thing I did when I crawled out of bed this morning was check my ass to see if it was still red. My butt cheeks aren’t even a little pink. I don’t know why I expected they would be, but seeing my unmarred skin was like waking on Easter morning to find the Easter Bunny hadn’t left any eggs.
I slide the muffin tin into the oven and turn to see Brendan standing in the doorway. His hair is a spiked mess on one side, flat on the other. Sleepy-eyed, he’s almost little boy adorable except for the masculine scruff on his jaw, the matt of dark hair across his chest arrowing down. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock, engorged and pointing at me. I’m instantly reminded we never got around to easing his need last night. I’m surprised he slept at all.
“How long till the muffins are ready?”
“Twenty minutes. Want some coffee?”
He shakes his head. “I want you.”
His eyes have gone from slumberous to hungry. I want nothing more than to be devoured by him.
“Okay.” I reach behind me to untie the bib apron I put on out of habit. A little muffin batter couldn’t possibly hurt Brendan’s ancient T-shirt I claimed long ago as mine. At the time, it still carried his scent, but that faded over time. It’s still my favorite thing to wear when I’m not planning on going out.
“Don’t. Leave it on.”
Alpha male…meet quivering woman.