“Yes.” It was more of a sob than a word.
He eased his finger in all the way. The smooth muscle clenched at his finger, making penetration difficult.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”
She was tight, very tight. Sweat dripped off her belly onto his hand.
“Have you been using your plugs, Jessie?”
“I did.”
He pulled his finger out, letting it hover against her anus as he asked. “Did?”
“I stopped—” She moaned when he slid his finger back in, bearing down. She gathered her breath while every muscle stretched and searched for a deeper invasion. “I stopped when you didn’t come,” she confessed.
“Why?”
The word hung between them—he didn’t know if she was gong to answer. Didn’t know if he wanted to hear the answer, but knowing he needed to. “Why Jessie?”
He slid his finger back out, and then in again. She worked her hips on him, her movements frantic. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her biting back her answer, her teeth white against the red of her lip. He slid his other hand around until he could center his thumb on her clit, rubbing it in time with his fucking of her ass, and repeated himself, raising his voice to be heard above the whimpering screams. “Why?
“Because it was too damned pathetic.” More sweat dripped on his arm. Her shirt was drenched and still she wouldn’t let herself come.
He fucked her faster with his fingers, driving her toward the edge, watching her expression. “What was?”
She sucked more of her lip into her mouth and bit hard enough to leave dents as he added a second finger to the one seducing her ass, but she was still pushing back, begging for more.
She turned her head to look at him, the anger in her expression doing nothing to hide the agony in her eyes, the vulnerability. “A twenty-nine-year-old, screwed-up, near virgin fucking her own ass with a plug in the hope that a guy who’s probably already moved on might think she’s worth coming back for.”
He froze, taken off guard, shocked that she could see herself that way. He certainly wasn’t prepared for what she did next. She yanked free of his hands, yelping when his fingers pulled at her ass. Crossing her arms across her chest, she backed away, her green eyes moist.
“Not that I can blame you. Christ!” She bent down and grabbed her thong and pants, the tears she wouldn’t let fall dripped in her voice. “I can’t even orgasm normally.”
She stood in front of him, her clothes clutched to her chest and had the gall to apologize to him.
“I’m sorry. I know you want me to, but I can’t.”
He’d never been more pissed in his life.
“Come here.”
She took a step toward the door. “I’m—”
“Goddamn it, Jessie. If you apologize to me one more time I’m going to beat your ass black and blue and it won’t be the sexy kind of beating you enjoy.”
Chapter Sixteen
Jessie stared at him. Who did he think he was kidding? There’s no way Mac would ever harm a hair on her head. Still, she’d never seen Mac like this. Wild. Primitive. Like he meant exactly what he said. It was scary, and it was thrilling if the way her womb clenched was to be believed.
“I said come here.”
She did, albeit reluctantly.
“Put the clothes down.”
Again she did, goose bumps chasing over her skin at the tightness of his expression.
His hand cupped her cheek, the tenderness in the gesture at odds with the harsh scrape of his drawl. “Take off your shirt.”
She reached for the hem, but then paused, part of her afraid to break eye contact with him, not sure what he intended. He grabbed the bottom of the shirt and ripped it over her head. The shirt fell to the floor. He levered her chin up with his thumb. With the other hand, he lifted his ring from where it dangled between her breasts. When she had the guts to meet his gaze, it was hard and unyielding. “You’re mine.”
The mewling whimper that slipped past her control was pathetic. So was the way her juices spilled onto her thighs at the order, the scent of her arousal once more heavy around them. Heat crept into her cheeks, but it didn’t matter if it wasn’t right or if this was the new millennium. She loved him like this. Her body loved him like this.
The tips of his fingers grazed the side of her neck as he unfastened the necklace. The ring fell into his palm. She looked at it sparkling there, and then up into his hard expression. He took her left hand in his.
“You’re mine,” he repeated. He slid the warm metal over her finger. “Always have been, and always will be.”
She stopped him before he could push the small circle over her knuckle. This was so not going to be a one-way relationship. “And you’re mine.”
The smile started in his eyes. “Always have been. Always will be.”
The ring slid home, and the stubborn knot of cold uncertainty deep in her abdomen began to dissolve.
A tug on her hand and she tumbled onto the bed beside him. He leaned over, one hand stroking over her buttocks and down her thighs, easing them toward the floor, his hard chest pressing against her shoulder as he whispered in her ear, “Show me.”
“Oh God.” Lust spiraled up and out from her pussy, all the arousal of before coming back tenfold as she got her feet under her and braced her upper body on her forearms.
“Good.”
The mattress shifted as he stood.
“Spread your legs.”
She did, moving them a little further when he touched the inside of her left foot with his boot. He didn’t do anything more. She could feel him behind her. Hear his even breathing, so different from her own choppy breath. He was waiting. For a desperate moment she couldn’t think why. Then she remembered. Feeling awkward, embarrassed and somewhat silly, she reached behind with both hands and spread her cheeks.
His finger slid into the opening. There was a soft double thud. She looked over her shoulder. He was kneeling behind her, his face just inches from her ass. She buried her face in the comforter. She was so never going to be used to this. He stroked her ass soothingly. “Easy, Jessie. I just need to see if you hurt yourself.”
“Couldn’t you just ask?”
He laughed, his breath brushing across her sensitive flesh, causing the muscles to clench in delight. “It wouldn’t be as much fun, and I can’t chance you lying.”
She rubbed her head back and forth, knowing she was going to regret asking. “Why not?”
His fingers probed gently. “Because I have plans for this sweet ass tonight. Big plans.”
She dug her fingers into her cheeks. “Oh God, you’re not going to torture me again, are you?” She couldn’t take it if he did.
His fingers covered hers. “Gentle.” She relaxed her grip. “Hold still now.”
She did, not knowing what to expect. But even if she had known, nothing could have prepared her for the sensation of his lips on her ass or the charge that shot through her as he kissed her anus, his tongue coming out on the end of the caress to rim her sensitive rosette in long leisurely swirls.
“Oh God, you are.”
She felt his smile spread across her crack. “Just a little here and there.”
“Damn it, Mac!”
“Wider, baby.”
“What?”
“Spread your cheeks wider.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re mad and this is punishment and I’m so damned hungry for you I want to die.”
He took her hands and slid them up her sides, his body following so he covered her like a blanket, his jeans rough against the backs of her thighs as he kissed his way up to her ear. “I would never touch you in anger.” He placed her right hand by her head. “I was only mad because you don’t know how precious you are to me.” He placed her left hand on the other side of her head, “and the whole point of tonight is so that you never, ever, doubt it again.”
The words wafted
against her ear and shivered down her spine. Still she wanted one thing clear. “If convincing me means you tease my ass but never deliver, I’m not interested.”
He set his teeth to the curve of her neck. She shivered helplessly, arching back into him as he snuggled the bulge of his cock into her buttocks. “You’ll be interested in whatever I dish out.”
“Said the big he-man.”
“Said the man who loves you and knows what you want.”
“And what’s that?” she challenged, wiggling despite herself to seat him more firmly.
“My tongue in your ass.”
Oh God! Did he ever know what she wanted. It was decadent and wicked and she was whimpering before he’d halfway reached his goal.
“Oh, I like that little sound. Let’s see if I can make you give it to me again.”
He did. Easily. All it took was his rough hands on her soft flesh, parting her, exposing her for the lash of his tongue. And she was whimpering, bucking, relaxing when he told her to, pushing back as he ordered her to, taking everything he gave her, helpless to do anything but seek the hot, decadent pleasure he offered so generously. Mercilessly. When she was sobbing into the comforter, he pulled back far enough to ask, “What do you need, honey girl?”
The need was relentless. Demanding. Consuming. She needed him. His scent. His taste. “Your cock. I need your cock.”
He stood. The air was cool on her saliva-slick flesh. She shuddered. He reached into the drawer. A hand in the middle of her shoulders kept her still when she would have looked. Then he was beside the bed, his huge cock in his hand, the fat crown just inches from her cheek.
His hand slid up her spine, riding the bumps until he got to her nape. With gentle pressure he turned her head so her cheek rested on the comforter. He held her there while he brought his cock closer. She could smell his seed, earthy and sweet, see it glistening on the tip.
His fingers brushed a strand of hair off her face. “Take what you need, honey girl. Open your mouth. Let me see that little tongue that’s going to make us both feel so good.”
She did. When his cock rested on the hot wet cushion of her tongue, they both groaned.
“Suck my cock, Jessie. Any way you want. Any way you need.”
His fingers on the back of her neck pulled her closer. She opened her mouth wide, working him past her teeth. His flavor melted through her mouth, salty and male. Uniquely Mac, reaching beyond the small space to the empty parts of her that had hungered for him for so long.
She moaned. He shuddered. She suckled him gently, content for the moment just to have him again.
“Damn, that’s good,” he sighed, reaching over her.
Yes. It was. She loved pleasuring him like this. Feeling him shake from the stroke of her tongue. Feeling the tension in his muscles, the fine tremors he couldn’t stop. Tremors that she controlled. His pleasure hers to give or withhold. She could come from that alone.
He shifted his stance. His cock slid deeper. She sucked harder, lashing the tip with the whip of her tongue. A heavy weight settled on her back just above her waist. His hand, dry and warm, slightly rough. She paused.
“Ease up, honey girl,” he ordered. “Keep me hard, but don’t make me come. Not yet.”
She arched her brow at him. After six weeks and the last half hour, she was more than ready to come. And for that she needed his cooperation. She cupped his balls in her palm. They were hard, drawn tight against his body. He was as eager as she was to come. If she could have smiled, she would have. Instead, she pulled her lips back from her teeth and raked him delicately in time with the squeeze of her hand.
His reaction was not what she expected. Instead of fucking her mouth hard in a prelude to coming, the hand on her back pulled her onto his cock. His thick shaft forced her jaws wider as he surged to her throat. She gagged. He pulled back. Just slightly, but he stayed deep enough that she couldn’t do anything but hold him.
When she met his gaze, his was tolerantly amused. “I told younot to make me come.”
Something thumped on the bed and then his hand came down on her ass in a sharp stinging blow that had her whimpering in pleasure. He added another to the first, and then a third, pacing the blows so she knew when to expect each one, letting her adjust to the sting, giving her time to feel the warmth spread out from her ass. The fourth blow had her whimpering again as it sent vibrations of heat ricocheting through her pussy that reached all the way to her womb. The fifth caught her by surprise, coming out of rhythm as it did, adding a driving edge to her desire that had her shifting in his grip.
Oh God! She wanted more. She tried to pull off his cock to tell him, but the hand on her back kept her firmly gagged. She could only communicate with the arch of her back, the twist of her spine, the presentation of her buttocks. It was enough.
He spanked her faster, then slower. Hard and then soft. Never predictably. Never exactly how she wanted, missing her clues so frequently he had to be doing it on purpose. The uncertainty only made her focus harder, experience each tantalizing connection deeper, until she was almost crazy with desire. Her pussy ached and cramped with emptiness, craving his touch, his cock. She needed to move. To be filled. To be fucked. She needed to participate. She needed him. Needed him.
She reached back, grabbed his wrist and tugged. He laughed at her ineffectual effort, a low seductive sound that became just one more aspect of the assault on her senses. She tried a different angle, working forward, taking his cock deeper, struggling with the urge to gag in an effort to drive him past his control to what she wanted. He laughed again, his swat on her ass too hard to be pleasurable. A warning.
She froze as the truth washed over her in a rolling wave of lust unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She had no control here. Would not have any control here. She was totally and completely at his mercy. Exactly the way she’d always fantasized. As much as she’d fantasized, though, nothing could have prepared her for how intense the experience would be. How arousing.
She subsided back onto the burgundy comforter with a smothered sob, understanding what he’d known all along. Breathing carefully though her nose, acknowledging with her body’s relaxation what she’d just accepted with her mind. She was his to do with as he saw fit.
Mac watched as Jessie relaxed, no longer fighting him for control. He gently stroked her hair as he eased her onto her side. He was going to make this so good for her. Better than what she’d sketched in her to-do list.
He pulled back until just the crown of his cock was in her mouth and repeated, “Keep me hard, honey girl, but don’t make me come.”
She did, sucking softly, working him with her tongue, her mouth gentle and accepting, but her body quivered with the feelings racing through her. Feelings he intended to take to the max. His hand shook as he held her head against him, battling his own need to fuck her mouth hard, to dominate. Her tongue toyed with the slit in the mushroom head. A light flick followed by a deep probe. He sucked in a hard breath. A bolt of desire tore up from his cock. Come leaked past his control. She eagerly sucked it down, and then, with a knowing glance at him, opened her mouth, letting him watch as her pink tongue swiped over the huge head of his cock. Jesus, she was always challenging him.
He grabbed up the inflatable butt plug and lube he’d tossed on the bed. In an efficient move he had it greased, and at the entrance to her rectum. Her eyes flew wide and locked with his.
He pressed. She jumped and then wiggled back, her soft moan of appreciation vibrating straight down his shaft to his balls. “I’m going to put this in your ass now, honey girl. Slow and steady.”
Her eyes closed in satisfaction. He smiled. “There’s just one catch…”
Her eyes opened. “I’m going to pump it up as it goes in, and I’m going to keep pumping until you suck the last drop of come from my cock.”
Her expression was a combination of excitement and intrigue. He’d had a feeling she’d like this game. He nudged the tip in, watching her expression disso
lve into bliss as her body stretched that first tiny bit. “Which of course means, how big this gets before it gets inside is totally up to you.”
Her eyes flew wide as he gave the first pump. Her lips clamped down on him, her hands reached for his shaft. He shook his head. “I’m afraid not. You’ll have to get me off with just your mouth. I need those hands back here, holding your cheeks clear.”
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