Safe in His Arms

by Billi Jean

  She leaned her head back until he popped free with a wet sound that brought an immediate husky sound from Mac. Looking up at his flushed face and wicked needy eyes, she placed her palm on the back of his thighs and nudged him forward until his hot flesh brushed her lips again. She wanted to swallow him whole but his size and thickness proved to be a challenge. She’d had five years to dream of this, though, and wasn’t going to give up until he lost control.

  He exhaled a long harsh breath and his muscled abs rippled. His legs were solid under her hands. She skimmed her fingers up to cup his ass and he flexed, brushing her mouth insistently with his cock, leaving no doubt what he wanted. She parted her lips for him and saw the heat flare in his hazel eyes. Realisation of what she wanted sprang up in his expression and as she watched, he grimaced, closed his eyes, and tipped his head back with a low cry of her name.

  Every rope of muscle grew tight, from his hips to his neck, while his erection bobbed heavily. She licked the velvety head and felt him inhale sharply.

  “Fuck,” Mac groaned. She wants me to fuck her mouth. “You’re going to kill me,” he managed, and reached down to cradle the back of her head, guiding her mouth back to his tortured cock.

  Just having her below him, her intent clear, had shot him to that pre-cum state in two seconds. Now he fought to hold onto his control as she opened and sucked around the head before letting him press more firmly past her lips.

  There wasn’t any experience here, he could tell. She was hesitant, unsure, but so eager he let out a muffled curse when her cheeks hollowed out. The feel of her, coupled with watching her, hit like a load of lust right to his balls. He had to grab her head and pull back out of that lush mouth or shoot off. He pressed forward in shallow, short jabs of his hips that seemed to encourage her to grow bolder. She dug her nails into his ass at the same time as she leaned into his next pass, opening wider to take more of him. It was like she knew exactly what he wanted. Delicious, hot, sucking pulls of her mouth had him so on fire he felt like he might pass out. Her lips thinned when he shoved in deeper and he had to lock his knees to keep from grinding his cock in harder past her eager mouth.

  Mac wanted to make this last and Mandy seemed set on the same course, varying her eagerness until he was unable to do more than enjoy the pure hot strokes driving him to the edge.

  She caressed her warm hands over his ass and the back of his thighs and wandered to his front, softly cupping his testicles, testing their weight, and rubbing her fingers on that spot between his rear and balls.

  “Ah,” he choked on how fucking good that felt, and thrust harder into her lush mouth without meaning to. She sucked strongly on him, while using her other hand to stroke his shaft with soft sounds that vibrated up and down his cock. The pleasure-filled moan was like gasoline on a blazing fire. He tightened his grip on her silky wet hair to hold her still. He had to have a minute, just a minute, or he was going to blow. Knowing she loved what she was doing drove a shot of lust right down his spine. He’d never—ah, fuck yeah, he had—dreamt of her being so turned on by blowing him.

  When he felt like he could move without coming, he bent down towards her and tipped her face up to watch her. Her eyes were bright, full of that sexy quality he wasn’t going to be able to live without. He let her suck down the thick length of his cock, and groaned when she twirled her pink tongue around the engorged head as he pulled from her to give her a break. She opened again immediately, clearly wanting to kill him with pleasure. Unable to stop her, he watched her try to swallow his dark flesh. The veins on his shaft stood out heavy and the stalk looked so damn hot disappearing past her pink lips, he tightened his hands in her hair to keep from coming.

  Mandy seemed unaware of how close he was. She took more of him, nearly blowing his control when she also rubbed tantalisingly close to the nerves running along his ass.

  “Fuck yeah, yeah, baby, you’re so hot, so beautiful. Drive me wild.”

  She moaned at the sound of his voice, clearly lost to the pleasure she was ripping from him.

  He nudged deeper on his next pass, and pressed his hips forward with an animal cry when she edged the tips of a tiny finger against his asshole. “Shit, yeah, you’re going to make me lose control, sugar.” He could feel the fire racing up his spine as she bobbed up and down his flesh.

  He pulled out and pressed back in, once, twice, a third time, consumed by the soft sounds of pleasure she was making. Her full, rounded breasts bounced under him and she tried to take more of him. Her grey eyes darkened when he gripped her wet hair tighter. Another low cry burst from his lips when she nudged him farther than before. With a gasp, he thought he felt the brush of the back of her throat. His balls drew up tight to his shaft, signalling that there wasn’t a chance he’d last much longer.

  “Gonna come, baby, gonna come,” he warned, pulling free. He’d crouched down to reach her mouth but that only gave her free reign to drive him insane with her exploring fingers. He swore and tightened every muscle in his body when she surged back down his cock, taking him so deep there was no question she’d pressed him to her throat. At the same time, her busy fingers hit a spot that made him shudder in pleasure and he called out to her as his cum filled his shaft. “There, oh, fuck yeah. Don’t stop, please, baby. Ah, God, sugar, do that with your sexy fingers and give me that hot mouth. Take it, take it all, Mandy.”

  Her eyes grew sexier and she whimpered around his thick flesh. But she fingered him perfectly. He swore and his eyes nearly crossed. Along his achingly full flesh, she started a hard snap of her fists. His lips pulled back as he held himself on the edge of coming hard. He couldn’t stop himself from tightening his hand around hers on his erection or from plunging deep inside her lush mouth. She tilted her head, trusting him completely as he pushed until he felt the brush of the back of her throat.

  “Ah, baby…there, there.”

  Her low moan tingled along his body.

  He was done. His seed erupted down his shaft, swelling his flesh with a painful burst of pleasure that hit right before hard pulses of release erupted from the tip. He held still, unable to move. Ecstasy shot through his entire body, holding him trapped as he watched her pause her strokes and swallow, moaning wildly, then she began eagerly bobbing up and down, swallowing each violent pulse.

  He nearly fell on top of her. He shuddered through the fiery spasms. With a heavy, tortured-sounding groan, the last shot of cum flooded her voracious mouth. Panting, and still on fire, he watched her slowly ease down the thick shaft once more and back up, breathless but still eagerly tonguing the sensitive head before sitting back against the shower wall, panting and flushed, still possessively stroking his shaft.

  “Mac.” She licked her lips. She looked wild. Her eyes glittered like broken sea glass in the light from the window above the shower and her hard, pink-tipped breasts rose and fell rapidly.

  “God damn, sugar. I’m going to need that daily.”

  She smiled up at him and his body pulsed, eager for more.

  “Oh, yeah? You liked?”

  The rough sound of her voice—from sucking him—did strange things to him. No one had ever had Mandy’s lips on them. He knew that with such certainty it did odd things to his chest.

  He bent and pulled her to her feet. She laughed and cupped his face, drawing his mouth to hers that easily. He was so on fire he couldn’t wait. She was just as hot. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, slipping and sliding her wet body along his, impatient and horny.

  He might go mad with desire if he didn’t get inside her. He hoisted her up, cupping that lush ass in his hands, and groaned when the head of his cock slipped along her pussy. She was so ready she bit down lightly on his shoulder before quickly moving her head to take his lips in a frantic kiss. He tasted himself and her all mixed into one potent punch of lust. She shivered in his arms and her tight nipples teased his chest. He was just as lost for her. He didn’t even have to release his hold on her to enter her, he merely angled his hips, and, hol
ding her tightly by her rounded ass, he pressed up while he brought her down.

  They broke the kiss with a breathless moan as he impaled her.

  “Oh, God, yes, Mac, yes.”

  “Feel that, baby, feel that?” he asked, nearly shoving in too fast at the first tight press of her wet flesh caressing his erection. He felt like he couldn’t breathe properly through the lust rushing him. He’d just had the best blow job of his life and still he felt the drive to take her, make her his.

  “Oh, Mac,” she moaned, turning her head to show him her bright, passion-filled eyes. He watched the flecks of brown bursting along her lighter irises as he fed her his cock. Her naked skin slid along his and her low cries filled the shower, making him insane to fuck her. She was so tight he had to pump into her slowly to gain every inch. Her lips caught his attention, snagging him until he had to shut his eyes as the image of her pink lush mouth opening around his dark flesh beat at him. He had to make this good for her, not come like some teenager on his first date.

  “Mac, oh, God, you’re so big,” she whispered into his throat, then started blindly kissing him, clearly as far gone as he was. She tried to force him to impale her deeper, using her legs to arch herself backward, and her hips forward.

  “Slow down, slow down for me,” he groaned, attempting to hold her still while she ignored him and tried to push herself down his shaft. Her eager thrusts nearly broke his control. He tightened his hands on her ass and pressed her gently to the wall, sliding out then slowly back in, watching her eyes flare with wild lust.

  “Look at me, Mandy, feel me.” He wanted her to love him, know him for the killer he was and still love him. She’d yelled at him earlier, yelled that no one would hurt anyone she loved, but he needed to hear her say it. Say she loved him. He needed to blow the lid on his past and have her see him for the killer he was and still love him.

  “I do, oh, God, I do, Mac.” She arched her neck and her breasts quivered against his face. He turned his head, keeping up the shallow, driving strokes, and sucked one hard nipple in his mouth, devouring the little bud with deep, long pulls of his mouth. He loved her breasts. Loved how responsive she was to his touching her. Loved how she looked in her damn bikini and felt like both plump breasts were his. He drew harder, jerking his hips to drill deeper into her soft tight body.

  She screamed his name, dug her sharp nails into his shoulder, and shivered under his mouth. His balls felt too tight already, his hardened flesh like a bar of steel, but he forced his body to slow down. He knew what he wanted. He wanted her to come. Not once, not a simple, fast orgasm that left her feeling like she was floating, but a dark, deep orgasm that ripped her inside out and reformed her with him as her centre. That’s what she’d done to him.

  She gasped when he released her berry-ripe nipple and took the other in his mouth, giving the quivering flesh the same treatment. He shafted her slowly, building up to deeper, stronger strokes.

  “Oh, God, Mac, please, oh, God, please, I can’t stand it. Harder, I want it, I want it.” She moaned into his ear, sounding desperate and so hot he pressed her back to the wall and bit down on the side of her lush curve of her bosom. “Oh, God, yes! Mac, again, again, more.”

  His tether broke. He rammed up into her, driving deep with her pressed between the hard shower wall and his body while he devoured her. She sobbed his name and twisted her head on the white tiles. He buried himself deeper, the steel-hard erection he had going on feeling like he was driving into a softly sucking paradise. He released her breast to tongue her ear and slid a hand along her back to her sweet little puckered opening just like she had him. She rewarded him with a flood of moisture along his shaft and gave a breathy gasp. Spreading the sweet juices from her pussy around and around that tiny hole, he began pressing lightly while her cries grew breathless and wild. Taking his time, he finally breached the tight muscle and she gasped in a breath, arching up in his arms.

  “Oh, Mac, I can’t take it, please, oh, Mac—” She broke off with a wild cry when he pressed up to the knuckle. She cried out in pleasure. His head nearly exploded. He started fucking her with deep, driving strokes, keeping that finger deep so she could feel him there, where he wanted to be. Not now, but hell, soon. Soon he’d claim every inch of her.

  “There, Mandy, I want all of you. Every hole, baby, I’m going to fill with me. You’re mine, Mandy,” he husked the last in her ear and listened to her cries grow louder, more out of control. He started pumping inside her ass, in and out, keeping the strokes careful.

  Within seconds, she clenched around his dick and sobbed his name, coming undone in his arms. He fought the need to follow her orgasm and instead pressed another finger in with the first and kept them there while she trembled in his arms.

  “Say it, sugar. Say it, tell me what I want to hear.” He eased his fingers in and out, sliding easier past the tight opening.

  “Oh, God, Mac, oh, God, I can’t take it, please, oh, Mac,” she breathed. She shuddered and her inner walls clamped down on his erection.

  “Say it, baby.” He froze deep inside her pussy and teased her with slow, steady strokes of his fingers in her ass. “Say you’re mine. Say you’re mine. All of you. Every hole, every part of you is mine.”

  Her brilliant grey eyes opened and he winced at the lost, sexy look. She was flushed, close to another orgasm. He knew where she was, he’d been there only moments before when she’d sucked him deep.

  “I’m yours, all yours, Mac, oh, God!” She broke off when he stole her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. Her pleasure was all the permission he needed. He matched the tempo of his hips with his possession of her ass. She wailed his name against his lips and went limp in his arms. She was so lost to the pleasure, he could feel the tight little clenches that shivered along his cock. He couldn’t hold back. His balls drew up hard and fire streaked down his back, circling his spine before shooting out in a powerful burst deep inside her body.

  “For you, Mandy, always for you. Give it to me, baby, take it, take it,” his rough groan sounded tortured, dark and still hungry for more. The heated warmth of his semen inside her shattered him in ways he couldn’t name, but he knew, deep in his soul, while he poured out his cum inside her tight body, that only she could make him whole.

  ”Only Mandy” he whispered the words into her hair.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “I think I like you and water, sugar,” Mac told her from where he was towelling dry his hair. He seemed lighter, younger in a way she couldn’t quite understand, but she liked it.

  “I think I like you in water, too, Mac,” she replied with a hint of double meaning in her words as she trailed her fingers over the front of the towel he had wrapped around his lean hips. Under her hand, his cock twitched.

  “Gonna get him up to attention, sugar. Then what?”

  She fell back on the clean sheets—yes, she had checked them—and smiled up at him. He was so sexy, so hot and hard, so male, so…strong. The man. Well, he’d fallen apart in her arms—or mouth. He hadn’t sounded so in control and powerful urging her, pleading with her in that dark whisper not to stop.

  “Mmm, I bet I can think of several things to keep your little soldier busy.”

  He laughed. A real, honest to God laugh. She’d heard him laugh like that before. She’d known him since she was ten, but he’d rarely laughed. One of those deep, belly laughs she’d not heard since… She stared up at him and tried to remember. Years. It had been years before he’d left her.

  He cocked an eyebrow at her and tossed the towel on the floor, kneeling on the bed and landing on his side next to her. The bed dipped and she laughed, finding herself turned and facing him before he’d even completely settled on his side, watching her.

  “What?”

  “You. That laugh. You need to do that more.”

  His hazel eyes darkened and he caressed her cheek with his knuckle. She loved his hands. They were so very male. He had square, but long, talented fingers. The rough calluses along his palm
s only added to the feel of him. He’d always had calluses. Even at fifteen, he’d had a man’s hands.

  “Maybe I have,” he offered.

  She tilted her head and watched the light from the window play with the strong features of his face. He had dark eyes sometimes, other times they were light, like sand. His dark blond hair was still too short, but at least it’d grown enough that she could curl her fingers in it.

  “No, I don’t think so.”

  He ran his fingers through her hair, his eyes flickering from her face to her curls, then back. She thought he stared at her lips a lot more now, and found herself smiling at the thought.

  “Mmm, what’s so funny?”

  “Nothing,” she said, too quickly because that hazel gaze landed on hers with a sceptical expression.

  “We need to talk, huh? Maybe be honest with each other,” he finally said. She watched him, amazed at his serious words and the tight expression on his face. He was going to bring up something painful. She just knew it.

  “About what?” she finally asked because he didn’t say a word.

  He exhaled heavily and looked away from her face to her hair again. “Tell me what happened at the house, Mandy. Let’s start there.”

  The oh shit moment lasted too long because he met her eyes again, this time with a dark demand on his expression.

  That night rose up, blocking the happiness of this stolen moment.

  “Baby, look at me,” he demanded.

  She did and swallowed past the pain she saw on his face. “There are things we need to talk about, lies between us we have to get out in the light. I’m not going to change how I feel about you if you tell me. Can you say the same when I tell you some of the darkest parts of my life?”

  She sat up and shrugged his hand off her arm. “It’s not the same, you are a soldier, and you’re a man. You’re worried about being a fighter when that’s what you’re trained to be.”