Luscious

by Lexi Blake

  She needed time with him, needed for him to become so comfortable with her, he wouldn’t walk away. She only needed a few weeks. A month, perhaps. Maybe after she married him.

  God, she was in love with Macon Miles and she wanted to marry him.

  He settled her on top of the covers. Like everything she’d been given since she’d met this man, the bed was lush and comfortable. Her life had become easy in a way it never had been before. Even with her mom and Ronnie, she’d had the judgment of the rest of her town. The legacy of her father’s violence had been a cloud that clung to her. But here in Dallas, there was only sunshine and friendship and him.

  She let him move her arms over her head.

  “I want you to hold them there until I tell you it’s all right to move,” he commanded, his voice turning deep.

  She relaxed, luxuriating in the feel of softness at her back. Her skin was sensitized, as though her pores had opened up to soak in the feeling.

  “I think you’re beautiful, Ally. I especially think you’re gorgeous like this. The longer I’m with you, the less I think I can be happy being vanilla. I don’t need it all the time, but I want nights where I’m in control, where you trust me enough to give over to me.”

  “I want that, too, Macon. But for now, I want you to touch me again.”

  “There you go giving orders.” His hand covered her breast and she arched into his touch. He closed his fingers around one nipple, rolling it deliciously. “I’ll teach you not to do that in here. In here, I’m the top.”

  He pinched down and Ally squealed, the pain so unexpected.

  “Give it a second.” His hand was on her belly, holding her in place. “Tell me you didn’t feel that in your pussy, baby.”

  The pain had bitten into her, but he was right. It had morphed somewhere from her nipple to her pussy and now she had a melting sensation between her thighs. “That hurt.”

  “But you’re not moving.” His fingers slid over the crotch of her underwear. “And these seem curiously wet.”

  She was wet, wetter than she’d ever been before. It was disconcerting to realize how far gone she was. She kind of wanted him to pinch her other nipple, to see if the sensation worked the same way. It had to have been a mistake. She couldn’t have liked it.

  “Stop thinking about it.” His fingers slid over her clit and she couldn’t help but squirm. “Just let it be. Let me play with you. Anything you really can’t handle, tell me and I’ll stop, but give it a second. You can’t know if you like it. Not until you’ve tried it. But I think you do. Your breathing changed. You panted for a minute and then relaxed. Like this.”

  He twisted the other nipple, a sharp edge of pain that became warmth and a druggy sense of satisfaction.

  “Tell me, did that hurt enough to never have the sensation again?”

  She could hear him moving, something rustling. Not being able to see was keeping her on edge, her body active and awake in a way it had never been before. “No. It hurt, but then it felt good.”

  There was a little sound, almost like a soft pop. “That was me taking off the leg. It’s easier to be in bed without it. For all its high tech, it doesn’t move like a normal leg here. Don’t be afraid.”

  She snorted. “I’m not afraid of your leg, Miles, and get over the whole I’m not pretty thing. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, leg or no leg. That stump of yours is probably hot, too.”

  Was that why he really blindfolded her? Because he was insecure about the leg? She was fairly certain it was why he didn’t play with the guys. He never wore shorts either.

  The bed dipped and she was careful to keep her hands above her head. Her lover, it seemed, liked to be obeyed, and he got off track when he wasn’t. When she really thought about it, this was about him. He got very distracted by disobedience. She would have to watch for that. She would also have to find a way to let him know how sexy he was, exactly the way he was.

  “Do you know that I’ve really never been with anyone like you?” He eased on top of her and she was pinned to the bed. She loved the feel of his body on top of hers. “My ex-wife was excruciatingly polite. Even when she divorced me, she would never have said a thing about my stump.”

  Embarrassment flashed through her. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be rude. I didn’t come from the same kind of high society you did. I’m so sorry.”

  His body moved against hers, his mouth descended, and she felt his tongue on her nipple. “Baby, I didn’t really come from that place, either. I was raised by elite military schools, and they weren’t the kindest of parents. I did my duty, but with the singular exception of my brother Adam, I didn’t find a true friend until I actually got out into the Army. I liked the men and women in my unit. They were real and they spoke their minds and I didn’t have to worry about what was going on under their words. By then I’d already married Elise and I knew it was a mistake. I was more attracted to outspoken women, but I couldn’t call it quits. I love your nipples. I love how tight they get for me.”

  He sucked one inside and she got the suspicion that this “playing” he wanted to do was akin to torture. She was wet and ready and it seemed so different this time. She was already feeling some pleasure and he wasn’t even touching her down there.

  “I don’t know how to do anything other than speak my mind.” What was he doing? Where was his hand going? Why did her whole body feel like a taut bow waiting to go off?

  Something hard slid against her pelvis and even without the aid of her eyes, she nearly saw stars.

  “Did you like that?” Macon asked.

  “God, yes.”

  “I like it, too, but if I rub against you too much, I’ll go off and I want to make this last.”

  Oh, god. That had been his cock. He’d slid his hard erection up against her and it had felt like heaven. “We could do it twice. I have complete faith in your ability to do it twice in one night.”

  That earned her a sharp nip from his teeth. She whimpered but couldn’t move due to the massive hunk of man on top of her.

  “I think I’ll manage twice, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to get what you want when you want it.” He slid down again, his mouth on her belly, tracing a slow line downward. “You’ll get what you want. You’ll get what you don’t even know you want, but it’s going to be on my time, baby.”

  His tongue dipped into her navel. She’d never considered her belly button to be an erotic zone, but warmth pooled there and she was restless. Anxiety made her try to squirm but it wasn’t because she was afraid. Had any other man taken away her sight and pinned her down, she likely would have tried to fight her way out, but she understood why Macon was doing it. He’d forced her to focus solely on him. All other thoughts had been banished. She wasn’t thinking about how long this would take or whether she’d properly shaved everything she needed to. There was no place for self-consciousness. There was only Macon’s touch, his voice, his will.

  “Do you want to keep these on, sweetness? I can make you come without penetration if you’re not ready for that, but I don’t know that once I get these off you I’ll be able to hold back. Maybe we should leave them on as a barrier.”

  She didn’t want any barriers between them. Her thinking was frenzied. He was so close and she really thought he was planning on spending time down there and not only with his cock. If Miles ate pussy the way he cooked—slowly, thoughtfully and with great attention to detail—she didn’t want to miss it. She didn’t want to play coy and hope he got the point. He’d pushed her here. He got to deal with it. “Please take them off. Please touch me there. God, I swear if you don’t put your mouth on me, I’ll die.”

  The bed moved again, but instead of pulling them off her, he ripped them. The sound of fabric tearing made her breath catch.

  “You don’t need those. I don’t want you to wear them around me. I want you to walk around Top in your black skirt and know that I can have you at any moment. Every other man in the place will be looking, but I
’m the only one who knows that I can flip your skirt up and be inside you in a second.” Heat hovered over her pussy and she could feel his whiskers against the soft flesh of her thighs. He didn’t have a full beard. He always shaved in the morning, but by evening his masculine face was covered in a sexy five-o’clock shadow. He pressed her thighs apart, exposing her. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel the way he moved, making a place for himself between her legs.

  She wanted it. She wanted his mouth on her so badly, but she was determined to play this his way. She knew what it meant to have no control. Macon was asking for it. Macon wanted to mean something, and she needed him to understand that he was rapidly becoming everything to her. “Yes. I’ll do it. I’ll walk around knowing I’m yours and you can have me any time you want.”

  “Oh, baby, you won’t regret that because any time I have you, it’s going to be so good for you. That’s my goal. I want to make you feel good. I want you to know you can rely on me for anything you need. And I think you need this.”

  Warmth suffused her as his tongue dragged over her pussy.

  “Oh my god.” The words exploded from her mouth. Nothing had ever felt so good as his mouth on her, slowly moving over her sensitive flesh.

  “Macon. Say my name. Who’s eating your pussy? Who thinks this is the sweetest fucking treat he’s ever had in his life?” He drew one side of her labia into his mouth, sucking gently before giving the other half the same treatment.

  “Macon.” She said his name like a prayer, a plea for continued possession.

  He pressed her thighs apart and she wished she could see him, see his dark head bent over her, working her flesh like a starving man. His tongue pierced her, diving deep inside, and it took everything she had not to press against him, to take more. She wanted everything he could give her, but it went beyond that. He groaned against her skin, the sensation shooting through her. He needed this. She was giving him something he needed, something that made him happy.

  For the first time in her life, she understood the real difference between having sex and making love. Sex was a function and there wasn’t anything wrong with it, but this was so much more. This was truly creating something that didn’t exist before. It was a bond and a promise between them.

  She felt something hard move to the edge of her channel. His finger. He slowly started to push inside her while his tongue found the button of her clitoris and started working it. Her whole body went taut, right on the edge of something she’d never experienced before. She’d had mild orgasms, thought that was all there was. This was a bomb going off, detonating in her body. When she felt the barest edge of his teeth on her clit as he sucked at her, she went off like a rocket. She couldn’t control it any more. Her body bucked. She shouted out his name and couldn’t help but push herself at him, desperate for more of the sensation.

  She felt something wet on her cheeks and then the bed buckled, Macon’s body covering hers. The blindfold was off and she had to blink in the bright light.

  Macon’s gorgeous face was staring down at her. One big hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears she shed. “Are you all right?”

  He had to stop treating her like she was made of glass and would break at any moment. “That depends. Can I move my arms? And when are you going to get inside me?”

  The sweetest smile covered his face. “Yes and as soon as I can get a condom on.”

  But she’d heard her yes and that was all she needed. She brought her hands up and smoothed them over the muscles of his shoulders and down to his chiseled chest and the dusting of masculine hair she found there. Many men waxed or shaved, but Macon had just enough hair to be manly. She let her hands roam as her body was processing the delicious sensation of having exploded. She could sense how wet and messy she’d gotten, but she had the feeling Macon loved that so she wasn’t about to protest. His hips were moving, cock nestled against her clit, and every time he slid it over her she shivered with the promise.

  She let her hands slide down to cup his backside. God, he was muscled everywhere.

  With a deep groan, he pushed himself off her and she noticed he’d placed a small stack of condoms on the bed next to them. He grinned. “Kai slipped me some as we walked out the door.”

  She watched him rip one open, but then her eyes slid to the most gorgeous sight she’d ever seen. He was up on one knee, his abs tight, holding the balance. He stopped in the middle of pulling the condom out and his eyes turned wary.

  “Don’t you fucking dare, Miles.” She wasn’t having a second of that. “I’m the first woman who’s seen you naked since the accident, right?”

  He nodded.

  “Okay, then I’m the expert. Get over it. You’re gorgeous and if you knew the things I was thinking about doing with that stump right now, you would blush and think I was the worst kind of pervert in the world. I’m crazy about every inch of you.”

  “I think I like you perverted, Allyson.” He fished the condom out and started to roll it over his enormous erection.

  He moved again, angling his body down, and she was made aware of the strength it took for him to get through a day. He’d been forced to relearn everything about the way he moved.

  “I think I could love you, Miles.” The minute the words were out of her mouth, she wanted to call them back. She’d never said those words to any man. Not one. She hadn’t even said them to Ronnie and he’d been her brother. What was she thinking?

  He settled on top of her. “I’m glad because I know I could love you, Jones. Give us some time, baby. We’re going to be so good together.”

  His face went tight as he pushed against her, slowly inching his way in. Despite the fact that she was wetter than she’d been her whole life, she could feel him stretching her. He was so big, so gloriously male, and for the first time she could see the beauty in that. She’d lived in fear much of her life, but Macon’s strength wouldn’t be used against her. He would protect her, guard and cherish her. Even now, when he’d given her more pleasure than she’d known was possible, he was taking his time so he didn’t hurt her.

  She could have told him that he could do his worst. Her whole body felt languid and relaxed and she wanted to give back to him.

  She could have told him that, but then he flexed inside her and the tension started to build again. He pressed in, filling her up, and she gasped at the sensation. Surely she couldn’t do that again. Except it really looked like she could.

  “What? Did you think I would let you get away with just one?” Macon asked in a sexy growl. He flexed again, pushing his cock deep inside her. “I want it all, Ally. I want everything you can give me and you can definitely give me one more orgasm before I come.”

  He ground against her and set a hard rhythm. She angled up, trying to take him even deeper. This was what she’d been missing her whole life, this connection, this intimacy. She’d never felt as close to another human being as she did with Macon inside her, working over her, giving her everything he could. She wrapped her legs around him, circled him with her arms and sighed when he leaned down to kiss her. His mouth took hers even as he thrust in and pulled back out with his dick. His tongue found the rhythm, too.

  Over and over he thrust inside until she was crying and begging for him to send her over the edge. She loved the arrogant grin he got on his face as he gave her what she wanted and she went flying all over again.

  He seemed to finally lose his control as she tightened around him. When she dug her nails in, he groaned and pounded into her. Every stroke of his cock took her higher and higher until she screamed out his name and gave him everything he’d asked for.

  His whole body stiffened and he held himself hard against her core.

  He finally dropped down, his body sagging against hers. His head found the curve of her neck and he rested there.

  She stroked his back and for once the world seemed like a peaceful place.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Macon smiled as his brother walked in aft
er a brief knock on the front door. He’d left it open to get some fresh air and sunshine. He was a fresh air and sunshine kind of guy today. He was also a breakfast kind of guy. Hungry. Lots and lots of sex had made him hungry. He continued to whip the batter he was making to get it fluffy and light. “Good morning. You want a waffle? It’s a waffle kind of day.”

  Adam was still wearing pajama pants at ten in the morning. His brother was barefoot, his dark hair wet as though he’d gotten out of the shower, dressed, and walked over. “I’m glad to hear it. I take it things went well with Ally after last night?”

  Something was up, but Macon couldn’t quite bring himself to get worried. His body was still humming from sex the night before…and then again this morning…and in the shower a few minutes before. Ally had finally shooed him away claiming she wouldn’t be able to walk if he didn’t stop.

  He felt like an unruly teenager. His cock wouldn’t stop. She was everything he wanted. Affectionate, giving, submissive in bed. He didn’t want her submissive out of it. He liked the fact that she had her own opinions and didn’t mind giving them to him. He even liked her a little bossy. He was man enough to admit that he needed it from time to time. Like her yelling at him for getting insecure about his damn leg. She liked his leg the way it was and she’d proved it by riding the damn thing to orgasm while he sucked and played with her nipples—two of the many things he found endlessly fascinating about her.

  His leg was practically a sex toy. How could he hate that?

  “Things are going great.” Finally. It had only taken him thirty years, but his life finally felt right. He loved his job, loved living close to his brother, and now he had Ally. Whatever had brought his brother across the lawn, he was going to handle. “What’s going on? You didn’t walk over here to ask about my love life.”

  Adam leaned on the bar. “No, although Serena was planning on it. You’re lucky I caught her. She was trying to sneak over before nine this morning with a plate full of muffins.”

  “Did she make them herself?” He loved his sister-in-law, but she wasn’t the world’s greatest cook. She tended to burn things or leave out key ingredients like sugar or flour. She got distracted by what she called “plot bunnies.”