Behind Closed Doors m&f-1

by Shannon McKenna

  He rose to his feet, his breath sawing heavily in and out of his lungs. “You're going to leave your bra on?” he demanded to know.

  The pink in Raine's cheeks deepened as she reached behind herself to unhook it. She froze in place, staring at him and holding the plain white garment over her breasts.

  He was impatient with the teasing game. Her mouth opened in a silent “Oh” as he wrenched the bra off of her and flung it away. She crossed her arms swiftly across her chest.

  This was very different from his fantasies. He had imagined her eyes glowing with sultry invitation as she got right down to business, sinking gracefully to her knees in front of him; drawing his stiff, aching shaft into her mouth with practiced skill. Or there were a number of other scenarios, any one of which would have done nicely.

  She did none of these things. She just stood there, breath jerky and shallow, her face flushed bright pink. Most of the lipstick was gone from her trembling mourn. Her mascara was smudged under her wide, dazzled eyes. One slender arm was locked across her chest and her breasts bulged over the top of it. The other hand shielded her crotch. Her body shook, a fine, rapid tremor, and she stared at his body as if she had never seen a man naked before.

  Whatever. It worked for him. Having a gorgeous woman stare at his cock as if it were one of the seven wonders of the world did great things for his ego. A man's cock could never get enough female appreciation.

  Seth pried her arm away from the plump, pink-tipped perfection of her tits with some difficulty. Her hand was cold and trembling, and he knew exactly how to warm it. He wrapped her slender fingers around his thick shaft. The coolness of her hand was delicious against his burning flesh, and he groaned with pleasure.

  His hand tightened around hers as he showed her how he liked his cock to be stroked; long, firm pulls milking him all the way to the tip. He slid her palm around the head, moistening it with pearly drops of pre-come so that her hand could slide up and down the length of him, slick and silky. Her other hand was hovering over him as if she wanted to use it too, but was afraid to make a mistake. She let out a terrified little squeak as he grabbed her hand and brought it up to her face. “Lick your palm,” he ordered.

  She blinked, and her wet tongue flicked out, licking her palm delicately. He took a deep breath, jolted by pure lust, and hung on to his control. “Again,” he said roughly. “Make it really wet.”

  Her head bowed and she obediently licked her hand, then gasped when he pulled it down and wrapped it around his cock. He moved both of her hands with rough eagerness. 'Touch me harder,” he urged. “Don't worry, you won't hurt me.”

  Raine made a soft, wondering sound, and hid her hot face against his chest. Her fragrant hair tickled his nose, and her hands grew more confident in their grip, dragging a groan of pleasure out of him. His hands wandered over her eagerly, skimming her soft swells and dips and curves. Her breath hitched in her chest as he cupped her soft, full breasts, rolling the stiff little nipples between his fingertips.

  Her hands were growing bolder, pulling him dangerously close to the brink. He had miscalculated, in his zeal to get her going. He was too turned on for this kind of play, if he didn't want to explode right now.

  He reached down and trapped her hands in his. She rubbed her rosy, humid cheek against his chest, and gently kissed his flat brown nipple. Her tongue flicked out, licking his chest as her soft hands tightened around his cock. She peeked up at him shyly, gauging his reaction. “You're salty” she said, sounding fascinated. “You taste good.”

  That was it. He couldn't wait any longer.

  Seth shoved her back against the low dresser and lifted her up onto the smooth surface, wedging his thighs between hers. She was so beautiful he didn't know where to begin. Her hair rippled down over her taut, flushed breasts, her slim waist. He ran his hands greedily over her ribs, the deep indentation of her waist, and shoved her soft, rounded white thighs wider, until he could see the glistening pink folds of her cunt inside the damp ringlets.

  She clutched his shoulders for balance, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. Her hands were warm now, but still shaking, and she moaned, almost inaudibly, as he trailed his fingers across her moist, sultry flesh. She was drenched and silky soft. More than ready. Her hot, womanly smell waited up, making him salivate. Later, he was going to wallow in the luscious tenderness of her cunt, bury his face in it and lap it up like a starving man. But not yet His cock wanted what it wanted, and he didn't feel like fighting it anymore.

  Her gaze locked with his as he slid a finger inside her sheath, testing her. It was going to be a tight fit, but she was slick and soft, and clenching eagerly around his finger. She was dying for it.

  He withdrew his finger slowly and circled it around her rosy, swollen clit “You like that?”

  Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her hips jerking against his hand. “Yes,” she gasped out

  “You liked touching my cock?” he persisted.

  Raine closed her eyes tightly and nodded.

  He watched her carefully. “You're ready to take me inside of you?”

  Her hips pulsed eagerly as he slid his slick, gleaming finger in and out of her. Another mute nod, and he was satisfied.

  He grabbed one of the condoms he had scattered across the dresser and ripped it open. He rolled it swiftly onto himself, lifting her legs and draping them over his elbows. The low dresser was the perfect height for him to spread her out and take the plunge.

  She leaned back on her elbows, her eyes glowing with tremulous hope, her soft white thighs spread out in trusting surrender. Wide open, defenseless. The look on her face made him want to cradle the delicate curve of her cheek in his hand, to touch her tenderly, reverently.

  Not good. This was not what he had signed up for. It was wacked, it was crazy, and it was making his gut ache with something that felt remarkably similar to fear.

  Seth pushed the feeling savagely aside, concentrating on the lust that clawed and maddened him. He positioned the blunt tip of his cock inside her, nudging it into the tender folds until it was firmly lodged. He pushed, expecting to glide into her with one slick, seamless thrust.

  It didn't happen. She was incredibly tight, the tiny muscles tense and rigid, resisting him. He pushed harder, sweat dropping into his eyes, and she made a sharp, choked sound, gripping his shoulders.

  None of this was going as he had anticipated. He should have been already caught up in a storm of sexual oblivion, slamming himself into the slick, eager depths of this beautiful woman, lost in the driving rhythms of wild, untrammeled, mindless sex.

  Instead, he was standing stock still, teeth clenched, in an agony of reluctance to hurt her.

  She sensed his frustration, and tugged at his shoulders with a tiny wince, enveloping a little more of him. The clinging caress of her body threatened his control, and he grabbed her hips and held them still. A shaky, uncertain smile curved her mouth, sending a surge of unwelcome, unwanted emotion rocketing through him.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I need a little more time before we, um ... do that.”

  He withdrew and took himself in hand, gently caressing up and down the length of her cleft with the tip of his cock, long, soft, licking strokes that made her shudder and gasp. “You're very tense,” he said.

  A ripple of nervous laughter vibrated through her. “Maybe it’s you who’s very big.”

  He grunted derisively. For God's sake, he wasn't that big. His cock was good-sized, yes; certainly nothing to complain about, but it was not immense. He pulled her off the dresser and onto her feet. She stumbled, steadying herself against his chest, and looked at him with huge, questioning eyes.

  “Go lie down,” he snapped.

  She hesitated, looking nervous and uncertain. He gestured impatiently towards the bed.

  She started to say something, but the look on his face evidently changed her mind. She bit her lip and silently did as she was told.

  He stared at the tangled blond h
air rippling down her back, the swell of her perfect ass as she bent to pull down the coverlet. She was so docile, so unsure of herself. So different than what he had expected. It was making him angry, restless and disoriented. This was supposed to be all about sex. Pure, naked, steaming sex.

  She gave him a timid, questioning look.

  “Lie down,” he repeated, wondering if she was ever going to take the initiative. She acted like she had no idea what to do with him.

  Raine reclined on the bed and lay there like a sacrificial offering, her eyes wide and apprehensive.

  Whatever. Fine. He liked being on top. It was his nature to run things, in bed and out. Probably she sensed this and behaved accordingly, like a good little courtesan. He shoved away the stab of anger that went with that fleeting thought, just in time.

  Live the fantasy, he reminded himself. Keep it together.

  She lifted her hair behind herself, spreading it out in a bright, glinting fan across the pillow, and then held out her arms to him with a shy smile.

  His whole body reacted, and he didn't even remember moving. He just found himself straddling her, his heart thudding, staring down into that sweet, radiant smile, feeling famished and desperate.

  Seth shoved her legs apart, trapping her beneath him instinctively, as if afraid she would try to escape. But she didn't struggle, just sighed and wiggled softly beneath him, wrapping her slender arms around his shoulders with a murmur of pleasure, as if seeking his warmth.

  He pressed the burning length of his cock against her soft belly, buried his fingers in her satiny gold hair and kissed her, a starving, ravenous kiss. He wanted to devour that bright, welcoming sweetness. He wanted it all for himself. He wanted to claim it, to own it.

  She twined her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his back. Her mouth was sweet and yielding beneath his. Her eager tongue ventured shyly into his mouth, her hands tangled in his hair and her slim, petal-soft body arched beneath him, silently begging him to finish what he had started. But she had already miscalculated once, and he knew himself well enough to know that once he was inside of her, he wasn't going to be able to stop, no matter what she said or did.

  It was better to be sure, even if it killed him.

  Raine clutched his hair and moaned as he slid down the length of her satiny body. He folded her legs up and rubbed his rough cheek against the incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs, savoring the hot smell of her sex. He loved the shocked cry of pleasure she made as he drew the swollen bud of her clit into his mouth.

  Her taste drove him out of his head, the rich, earthy sweetness of her juices, the silken perfection of her secret flesh. She writhed under the slow, loving lash of his skillful tongue, her hips bucking in his grip. He held her ruthlessly still, licking and lapping at her, following the flow of energy that rose in her trembling body, pushing and coaxing. Slow and patient and relentless.

  He nudged her over the top and sent her flying. He drank in her pleasure, the wailing cry, the convulsions that pulsed, wet and hot and uncontrollable, rippling through her slender body. He felt exultant, triumphant He lifted his head, wiped his mouth and studied her. Eyes closed, panting, her body wild-rose pink and damp with sweat, still trembling from the aftermath. She was as relaxed as she would ever be.

  His turn.

  Seth could barely control his own trembling eagerness as he mounted her, nudging himself into her soft, drenched body. Her eyes flew open at the blunt intrusion, but she opened up, embracing him.

  She gasped as he shoved himself halfway in. “Wait a second,” she begged “Let me get used to it.”

  He cupped her face and kissed her with pleading tenderness, making tiny rocking movements with his hips. “Relax. Let me in.” His voice was rough with desperation.

  She clasped her legs around his hips. “I swear, I'm trying.”

  He stared into her face. Her dilated eyes were gazing at him, her lower lip swollen from his rough kisses, trembling again with emotion. She reached up and touched his damp cheek, smoothing it.

  She was wide open to him, utterly unmasked. Whipped cream and butter and silk, just as he had fantasized, just what he had wanted her to be. It was eerie. If it was an act, it was an unbelievably good one.

  “Are you always like this?” he demanded, in spite of himself.

  Her eyes opened, dazed. “Always like what?”

  “Nothing “ He shoved away the stab of incoherent anger, flexed his hips and drove himself inside her, all the way.

  The tight, slick heat of her hugging the entire length of his cock swept away the last vestiges of his self-control. He plunged in again, hearing her sharp, breathless cries as if from a long distance. He couldn’t tell if they were cries of pleasure or protest, nor could he have changed anything if he had known. He was lost, thrusting fast and furious. Locked into his own body's savage need; no hope of slowing, no chance of stopping. His orgasm bore down on him like a runaway freight train, and the explosion wrenched through him with brutal force.

  Then he came back to himself, sprawled heavily on top of her. The silence in the room was deafening.

  He lifted his weight up off of her. There was no sound but for their ragged breathing. Her face was turned away, only the delicate curve of her flushed cheekbone was visible. He felt irrationally afraid, as if he had ruined something as it was trying to bloom. Something as soft and fragile as a butter-fly.

  He rolled off her, and she drew in a great, shuddering breath of air, her breath hitching in her lungs as if she were crying. He searched for something soothing or gentle to say, but his mind was blank, wiped clean by that mind-shattering orgasm.

  She rolled away from him and got up off the bed. Her trembling legs buckled beneath her. She steadied herself against the wall and hurried to the bathroom.

  The door lock clicked, loud and harsh.

  He hissed softly through his teeth and sat up, burying his face in his hands. When a woman locked herself in the bathroom without a word after sex, it was not a good sign.

  The rationalizations started immediately—hey, she'd been willing, every step of the way. It had just gotten out of control at the very end.

  When it counted the most. Damn.

  The silence was driving him nuts. He pulled off the condom and disposed of it, then lay back down on the bed, arms behind his head. He prepared to wait, for as long as it took. No way was he going to let their tryst end on this note.

  It was a matter of pride.

  Chapter 6

  Raine crouched in the bathtub, shaking so hard that she could barely keep her balance. She lunged up for the shower nozzle, missed it and slid back, falling with a painful thud against the cold porcelain.

  Shaken to bits.

  This had been nothing like her fantasies. Nothing like the rude reality she had lived with Frederick. But the Frederick episode had been stupid and embarrassing, an error to forget and move beyond. Not like this. Not earth-shattering.

  Her fantasies of how sex would be with a talented lover had been soft-focus and candlelit, glittering with tints of rose and gold like love scenes in the movies. Seth had turned on all the lights and left them burning: No soft, romantic dimness for him. Every detail of him was harsh and blunt and clear, his heavy, steel-hard body, his immense strength. His big penis, probing and penetrating her. His rough commands, his restless, ravenous masculine energy.

  She felt ravished, plundered. She'd had no way of knowing that it could be like this to give herself to a man. No notion of how vulnerable her helpless, writhing response to him would make her feel. And now she couldn't stop shaking, couldn't calm down. She couldn't fall in love with a man just because she went to bed with him. She barely knew him. She wasn't even sure yet if she liked him. For God's sake, she was twenty-eight years old. She knew better.

  And he was waiting out there on the bed, as lean and hungry as a panther. God only knew what he was thinking. She had to go out and face him. She clutched the sides of the tub with white-knuckled hands, shak
ing in silent convulsions; she couldn't tell if they were laughter or tears. Both, maybe. She had never felt so intensely alive. Seth had ripped a veil off from the world as she knew it, and every detail glittered with unnatural brilliance. The bathroom light blinded her, the white porcelain of the toilet and sink glowed as if lit from within, the plain metal faucets blazed like sunlit platinum.

  She was coming unglued.

  She finally managed to snag the shower nozzle, and bit her lip as she rinsed gently between her legs, wondering if it were always going to hurt that much. She had thought that Frederick had relieved her at least of the technical unpleasantness of losing her virginity, but she was not to be so lucky. Maybe there was something anatomically wrong with her. She wouldn't be at all surprised.

  Granted, Seth was much more generously endowed than Frederick. But she'd been so excited. She was still shivering with unrelieved tension, despite the stinging between her thighs. The man was addictive. Even if it hurt again, she wanted more of him.

  If he was still there. It was completely quiet in the room outside.

  The thought slipped into her mind with the sneakiness of a cold knife between the ribs. Maybe history would repeat itself, and she would come out of the bathroom to find the room empty.

  She turned off the water, held very still, and listened.

  Nothing. She finished washing up with mechanical motions. Whether he was or whether he wasn't, she would know as soon as she opened the door. There was no point in working herself into a state.

  Time enough for that later, her sarcastic inner voice commented.

  She flung her hair back over her shoulders, unlocked the door, and marched out into the room.

  He was there. Oh, God, was he ever. The whole lean, dark, muscular length of him, lounging on the bed, and managing somehow to look both relaxed and dangerous. A smile of pure joy and relief took control of her face. His heavily muscled arms were folded back behind his head, showing off thick, silky tufts of dark armpit hair. His big, thick penis was flushed and erect against his flat belly, swelling and stiffening before her eyes.