Megan slammed her hips back into him, trying to find the angle she needed to put her over the edge. The slap of skin on skin, the sight of her slender neck, bared by the angry toss of her head as he thrust in and out, triggered something primitive in him. Feeling the intensity already, the sight of her bare vulnerable neck seemed to call for another kind of possession. Already pinned under his weight, held in position by his hands and cock, Steve didn’t question the need that rose in him to secure her further. To mark her. Taking aim on the graceful transition of neck to shoulder, he reached down and bit her neck. Gripped gently, but firmly, and held on.
Her sweet moans and little grunts morphed into one long wail of need. Longing and lust melded into one. Steve couldn’t hold back any longer. Megan needed what only he could give her as much as he needed to give it to her.
Her body shook as he slammed into her, their skin slick from oil and sweat. The feel of her slender hips as his cock drove deep taunted him. He wanted it all and part of it remained elusively out of reach. Megan pushed back on him with his every thrust, her hands clenched tightly in the coverlet. Steve was lost in the wonder of their two merged bodies and the urgency that drove him. The overpowering need to be as close as humanly possible. No, closer than that, even. Inside her. Surrounding her. Part of her.
Jesus God, but he needed her. Wanted her. Loved her.
Teetering on the jagged edge of his own release, Steve took Megan’s hand in his again and guided it back to her clit. “Now. Come on.” He wanted to be the one to give her everything, including her orgasm, but instinct was in control. He dropped his hands and focused on rocking her world. “Give it up. Come on.”
“Oh. You bastard. Fuck me. Harder. Fuck me. Now!”
She was yelling now and they were both out of control, bodies colliding. Two elemental creatures, wild things, stripped bare by instinct and passion. “Oh. OhmyGod!” Her cries were the only warning he had before the ecstatic ripples of her cunt gripped him and dragged him with her headlong into oblivion.
The time on the clock read five-thirteen, its red digital display subtly anachronistic in the otherwise charmingly decorated old hotel room. Where the furnishings weren’t authentic reproductions of the art deco that had been the probable choice of the original management, they were at least old looking. So the glowing red numbers of the clock on the nightstand were disturbing, jarring to Megan’s already restless frame of mind. She stretched in the dark, her foot brushing a hairy, masculine leg.
The room’s curtains, typical hotel issue, completely blocked all light. At this time of the morning Megan knew the lights of Union Square would be winking off, one by one, as the man-made glamour of San Francisco after dark gave way to the soft grays and blues of the morning. Her body was exhausted but, perversely, Megan was unable to turn off the thoughts running through her head. Like random particles bouncing around in a super-collider, they could still all fit under the Jeopardy! heading ‘What to do next?’ She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to keep him. Any way she could, whatever it took.
After the mind-blowingly hot turnabout of the evening’s first encounter when Steve had so effectively turned the tables on her, they had made love twice more.
Her desire for a shower hadn’t worked out when the stall shower had proved to be prohibitively narrow. Not that it absolutely couldn’t have been done, but Megan had been feeling mellow and replete and totally unwilling to leave Steve, even long enough to shower. The bathtub, though, with its deep draw and wide old fashioned sides had fit the bill. The tub had been filled and the lights turned out, leaving the room lit only by lamplight from the adjoining room. It had been heaven to lie in each others’ arms, alternately soaping and rinsing one another.
Megan had to admit that sex in the bathtub had definitely been her fault.
Running her hands down his neck and shoulders, she hadn’t been able resist planting a kiss on Steve’s chiseled jaw. Just one kiss couldn’t hurt. But one kiss had led to another, the next on his strong neck. Which then called for a small bite. Her fingers had found his nipples, given them a pinch and it had snowballed from there.
Although the water was deep, she hadn’t needed her eyes to guide her. Every feminine instinct she possessed told her his cock would be rising and they hadn’t failed her. One hand stroked his awakening flesh while the other played with his balls. Steve had remained still, letting her arouse him, slowly teasing him to the breaking point. Until finally, his eyes asking and her eyes answering, he had lifted her onto his erect cock. Only to halt, his hands frozen as they had been about to lower her body, his lips stopping in mid-kiss.
“Shit.”
“What?” Megan closed the distance for him and completed the kiss. He tasted delicious, his skin slightly raspy beneath her tongue.
Water rippled as Steve pulled back, banging his head lightly against the wall. “I forgot the condom. I didn’t use one the last time, either.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She linked her fingers with his and let her friend gravity force his lovely fat cock fill her up. Closing her eyes, Megan held onto Steve’s hands for balance and slowly rotated her hips, savoring the sensation.
Lost in her own pleasure, she was startled when he effectively stopped her movement by grasping her around the waist. “Do you want to get pregnant?”
She stopped and blinked at him. “No. I only meant I use the patch. Birth control. It’s okay.” Megan began to move again, still a little spooked by what she’d read on Steve’s face and in his eyes. She didn’t take believe in taking chances with anything that might require a college fund some day. But she would swear that had been a hopeful spark she’d seen light his eyes, if only for a moment. If she was going to be honest with herself she would have to ask herself why that thought thrilled her so.
After falling asleep still damp from the bath wrapped in each others’ arms, Megan had awakened to the sensation of her legs being parted and a hard penis nudging persistently at her opening. Steve must have been stroking her as she slept, because she had already been wet and ready for him. Their loving that time had been slow and tender, filled with long pauses for nothing but kisses and gentle caresses.
Megan stared hard into the darkness, straining to pick out the smallest hint of Steve’s elegant profile. She scooted closer and wrapped herself around his back, slipping an arm around his waist to hug him close. She knew what was keeping her awake.
Somewhere along the way she had fallen in love.
Probably early on, maybe even that very first night when he had presented himself at her table in Goldie’s. But what about him? What did he feel? She knew he liked what she could do for him. To him. He was infatuated with the buzz he got when she controlled the moves and made him serve her. But was that enough? Was she enough? Or would he need more?
Leaning in close to breathe in his clean manly smell, Megan held him a little tighter and pressed a kiss to his muscular back. “I love you.” She was a coward and only whispered the words softly. So softly that, even were he awake, he wouldn’t be able to hear. The power of the words terrified her, but she wanted to speak them so that maybe, on some level, his subconscious would get the message.
A long arm reached around behind him and gripped her ass, Steve’s big hand able to palm it neatly, and pulled her closer. “Me too, babe. Just don’t expect me to do anything about it until I’ve gotten some sleep, though.”
Two weeks later
“What is it?”
“It’s a present, genius. Open it.”
Steve looked at the box, a little bigger than a deck of cards, that Megan had left on the now-made bed. It was Sunday afternoon and they were expected at his parents’ house for dinner where they were meeting Megan for the first time. Having spent most of the day apart, when they had come back together at her place they had left a trail of clothes that led from the front door to the bedroom. “If I have to share you with my family, I’ll need a little something to get me through until tonight. A fond memory
to tide me over,” he had told her. The afternoon’s lesson in obedience had wrecked the bed, but left a smile on his face.
And now this.
“What’s in it?” He was pretty sure he recognized it. It looked suspiciously like the same box he’d last seen disappearing into the purple bag with gold lettering that was Sullie’s trademark.
The box for Megan’s hope chest. What had she said? Something about hoping to see him in it? Which made it sound like apparel. It was an awfully tiny box for something a man his size would wear.
Her voice was low and silky when she told him, “Something I plan on seeing you wearing in approximately two minutes. Open it.”
Still a little reluctant, Steve picked up the box. He held it to his ear and shook it. The rattling noise told him it was small. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to unwrap itself. But there was no arguing and very little negotiating when Megan wore what he’d come to think of as ‘the face.’ He checked. Yup. Very definitely had ‘the face’ on. Steve ripped the paper off and pulled off the lid.
Sitting on a bed of white cotton was a … he didn’t know what it was. Black leather straps attached to a stainless steel ring and … a lock? What the—?
Genuinely puzzled, he had to ask. “I’m challenged. How am I supposed to wear—Oh, no. In your dreams, doll. In your dreams.”
How the hell had she gotten from naked to that so fast? Dressed all in gray, Megan looked like a candidate for the young Republicans club. She wore tailored pants and a sweater set in a lighter shade, topped off with a pearl necklace that would have done the First Lady proud. And she was bearing down on him with what could only be a cock harness in her petite hands.
“No fucking way.” He felt the need for additional emphasis.
“Oh yeah, way.” She had it unlocked and unsnapped now, but there was no adjusting the stainless steel ring that was held by two straps of riveted black leather. And the strap that joined at a ninety-degree angle could only be meant to torture his poor balls. “You are going to look so freaking hot in this. Do you have any idea what it will do to me, to know you’re wearing this while we’re having dinner with your folks?” Her half smile was truly wicked and her eyes were slitted in what looked very much like ecstatic pleasure. “I don’t know how I’ll stand it all night.”
All night?
His cock, which had been milked dry just minutes before, showed traitorous signs of going along with the perverted plan. Steve was appalled at the tingle of interest that shot through him at the thought. Disgusted though he was with himself, the devil on his shoulder was whispering, “Yeah. Hell, yeah. You know you want it, you sick fuck.”
Where was the wall when you needed to bang your head against it? He sighed. “Okay. So, how did you say this thing goes on?”
About the Author
Stephanie Vaughan is a multi-published author of erotic romance in eBook and print format. Cruel to Be Kind is her first title with Phaze, to be followed by Dead Man’s Party. Readers interested in her works may learn more at her website at www.stephanievaughan.com.
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