by Trina Lane
“What? I hate the things. They make me feel like my cock is being strangled. I never wear anything under jeans. The only concession I make is when I wear a suit. I usually have boxer briefs on then.”
She groaned. Now that she knew what he wore under those stunning suits at the office, she was never going to get any work done. Reaching inside, she freed his heavy cock from the tight confines of his pants. He lifted his hips so she could pull the jeans down underneath his balls so his entire package was on brilliant display. Last night, she’d thought she’d gotten a good sense of Mark’s size, but seeing the thick, dark-red stalk jutting up into the afternoon light was a sight to behold. It was thick enough that her fingers couldn’t touch as she grasped him and so long that there was still inches to wrap her lips around despite holding the burning hot column in both hands. Thick veins pulsed with blood. The flared head glistened with pre-cum, eager for attention. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth wide and pushed the tip past her lips, onto her tongue and towards the back of her throat.
“Oh Erica…that’s so good. Heaven can’t be any better than your sweet, hot mouth swallowing me whole.”
She caressed his length with her tongue, wriggling it against the ultra-sensitive flesh just beneath the head. His thighs tightened beneath her hands, his abdomen flexing with a convulsive shudder.
“Suck me deeper, baby. Just a little harder.”
She moved her head back and forth, pulling him deep and massaging the head with the back of her throat. His fingers threaded through her hair and held her head as she bobbed. His length filled her mouth, and his hips shifted trying to push deeper into her throat.
“Baby, you’re making me lose my mind. I’m going to come. I’ve been craving you all day. I can’t wait much longer.”
His hips moved faster, fucking past her lips to sink into her mouth. Erica tightened on him, suckling harder, drawing him deeper while using her hands to stroke the portion not in her mouth. A second later, deep, hard jets of semen pulsed from the head of his cock.
“Oh God! So good. So perfect.”
Erica continued to pump the base of his hard flesh, drawing out his pleasure as she swallowed every drop of the earthy fluid. When his tremors subsided, she pulled away. While Mark adjusted his pants, she looked up to find that the storm had passed.
“I have no idea what I did to deserve that, but thank you,” he said.
“You’re not the only one who’s stored up fantasies this past year. I thought it only fair to live out one of my simpler ones.”
“If that was a simple one, I’d love to see what else you’ve come up with.”
“Are you sure? I may not have led a very active sex life, but there is nothing wrong with my imagination, and I’ve gotten plenty of ideas from the books I read.”
“What kind of books, sweetheart? Do you like to read romance novels? The ones my sister-in-law reads have never seemed too risqué.”
“I started out with the basics when I was about fifteen, but by the time I was in college, I’d moved on steamier novels. In the last five years, I started reading erotica.”
He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling very thick. He’d thought his actions the previous night could have potentially scared her off, but the thought that she would be open to the possibility of experiencing the darker side of sex sent a pulse of pleasure through his body.
“You read erotica?”
“Yes. Does that bother you?”
“God, no. Would it bother you to know that I do the same?”
“Really? You’re the first man I’ve ever heard admit that out loud.”
Mark shrugged “It’s moderately acceptable for guys to read Playboy or Penthouse, why not erotic novels? Billions of dollars a year are spent on materials and items to enhance the sex lives of adults worldwide. I like reading because I can use my imagination. You can take what the author writes and place yourself in the story or use the framework to make your own fantasy.”
Erica was impressed by Mark’s candour. “What authors do you like? Maybe we can compare titles.”
Mark was about to answer her when another car pulled into the parking lot. “Hold that thought. I’m getting us out of here and back to the house as quickly as possible before you make me lose my mind again.”
Chapter Six
The front door had barely closed when Mark swung Erica up into his arms and swept her up the stairs in a very Rhett Butler fashion.
“What are you doing?” she laughed.
He headed for the bathroom in the master suite. “I warned you what would happen when we got home. You had your fun in the parking lot, and now, it’s my turn.” He placed her on the ledge of the bathtub.
“Well, my oh my, Mr. Shield. Whatever will you do to me?”
He laughed at her dramatic southern accent.
“First, I’m planning on getting you properly steamed up in the shower, then I’m going to lick and finger that hot little pussy of yours before I fuck you up against the wall. Afterwards, I figured we’d eat some lunch, maybe watch a movie, then make out on the sofa. This evening’s entertainment will consist of dinner, maybe a board game and finally we can retire to the bedroom to see just how many times I can make you come before we both pass out.”
“Holy shit!”
He stood still as a statue. While he’d been adjusting the temperature and angle of the multi-jet shower, she had stripped naked and was standing with her hands propped on her hips. She sauntered into the large shower, and he stood mesmerised as she arched her head back under the spray and let the water wash over her curves.
“Are you coming?” she called from within the enclosure.
He moved at warp speed, stripping out of his clothes and yanking open the door. He pulled her into his arms. Placing his back against the tiled wall, he kissed her. He slanted his lips across hers, smoothly thrusting his tongue as he demanded ownership of her mouth. This time there would be no seduction, only a claiming of what was his.
Erica loved feeling Mark’s power wash over her, heightening her own arousal. His wet skin sliding against hers and the heat radiating off his body made her breath escape in an excited rush. Every fibre of her body tightened in anticipation. A slow burning ache started at her centre and fanned throughout her body. Her fingertips were so sensitive that every touch of his skin made her tingle.
His arms slipped around her waist and brought her tight into him. His powerful chest mashed her breasts, his arms iron bands around her. His fully aroused cock pressed against her belly. His tongue thrust deep and danced along hers. She shivered as his hands slipped down to cup her butt, and he rocked his hips into hers. He cupped her breast, his fingers rolling her tight nipple. A gush of moisture, not from the shower, spilled from her already slick folds. He broke the kiss and buried his lips in her neck then nibbled on her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin.
“I can’t begin to explain the things you do to me. I want to touch and taste you everywhere at once. I want to fuck you so hard and so deep that you’ll always have the feel of my cock inside you,” he growled hoarsely.
His fingers slipped through her slick labia. Coaxing the folds apart, he rubbed against her clit. His lips took possession of her breast as two fingers thrust high inside her. In and out he moved, massaging the nerves at the top.
She wanted to come right then but knew he’d push her and make her beg for her release. She rode his hand, shifting her hips and forcing his fingers to take her higher. She knew she must be flooding his hand, hot, syrupy liquid pouring from her like water from the showerhead. His thumb stroked her clit back and forth like a pendulum, his nail delicately scraping over the bundle of nerves and making her cry out at the sharp sensation. Her womb tightened, and fire raced through her body. His lips continued to nip at one breast then the other. He tugged with just enough pressure that it blurred the line between pleasure and pain. Her climax swept over her, making her scream out and shudder against him.
Quickly, he drop
ped to his knees in front of her and separated her pussy wide. He licked the syrup flooding her lips and buried his nose in the sopping folds.
“I want to watch. Let me watch your cunt when you come.”
He used his thumbs to hold her open as another orgasm overtook her.
“My God, that’s gorgeous. I can see the cream flooding out of your body, your tight little opening flushed red, pulsing and trying to suck me back inside.”
He pushed his tongue up the opening and groaned out, “There you go, baby. Pull me in. Let me feel you vibrate around my tongue.”
Knowing his eyes were on her very centre as she came only increased the intensity of her release. As swiftly as he’d knelt, he stood. Switching their positions so she was braced against the wall, he cupped her bottom and lifted her up.
“Put your legs around me. I can’t wait any longer. I have to be inside you.”
Erica wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. With one incredibly hard thrust, he was seated to the hilt inside her still quivering pussy. The force of the thrust made her cry out. He was relentless with his possession. No soft gentle glides. This was all about hunger and the intensity that bound them together. Erica felt every thick inch of his cock as he withdrew almost all the way out before driving forward again. The pace was fast but smooth.
“You’re burning me alive, sweetheart. My God, I’ve never felt anything like your hot wet cunt wrapped around my dick. The way you take me is exquisite torture.”
His hips moved with the powerful flex of his muscles as he fucked her. “Can you feel how my cock is stretching you? Do you want more? Do you want to feel it burn?”
She screamed out, “Yes! More! Oh God, don’t stop.”
He continued to thrust into her, hard, fast. She felt the heavy veins rasp over her sensitive nerve endings and cried out at the intense sensations screaming through her body.
“More, harder,” she gasped as he surged inside her again.
“You want more? I’ll give you more.” His voice was harsh as he slammed inside her again.
Pleasure and pain blended in a force that sent tension exploding through her body. She screamed his name as another forceful orgasm ripped through her. Seconds later, Mark’s body tensed, a blistering oath escaped his lips as blasts of semen shot into her heaving depths.
They stood still, Mark still bracing her against the wall. Their breathing slowly came back to normal. Slowly, he lowered her to her feet. She wobbled and almost collapsed to the floor, but he caught her and angled them so he sat on the built-in bench with her cradled in his lap. The shower still ran, and steam filled up the enclosure. Tucking her close into his chest, he slowly rocked her.
That had been the most intense sex of his life. Even after the roughest scene he’d been involved in, he’d never felt this emotionally raw and vulnerable. Then again, during a scene he was the Dom. His job was to maintain control. There is no room for vulnerability. He’d always thought in order to completely enjoy sex that control was necessary, but maybe he’d just needed the right person. There was no denying he still wanted to dominate Erica, but maybe it wasn’t vital to the success of their relationship.
He could only imagine how she must have been feeling. Soothing her in his arms seemed like the right thing to do. Leaning over, he gave her the most tender of kisses and tried to convey the emotions he was too scared to voice. He grabbed the shampoo bottle on the shelf next to them and slowly started massaging the lather into her hair. As he tilted her head to rinse out the soap, he thought he saw tears tracking down her cheeks. Sudden panic tightened his chest.
“What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?”
He worried that he’d finally pushed his luck too far. Had he forced her beyond her endurance? He didn’t notice the noise of the water from the shower. It seemed like a cone of silence surrounded them. He looked for more signs of distress, but no shudders racked her body.
“Sweetheart? Talk to me. Please.”
She buried her face in his shoulder. He rubbed her back in soothing motions, holding her head tight into his neck.
“Oh God, honey, you’re killing me here. Please say something. Curse me out. Hit me. Anything but these silent tears”
Erica finally raised her head and peered into his tormented eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall apart. I just felt so intense and out of control.”
He looked like she had just told him someone had died.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I won’t be so rough ever again.”
“Oh no. It’s not a bad thing. I just felt a little overwhelmed for a minute.”
He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss on each eyelid. “I know what you mean. I’m still trying to recover myself.”
She slid off his lap and reached for the conditioner as Mark soaped her body using the lightly scented shower gel. They rinsed her off then Erica took her turn shampooing his hair and soaping him down. Just as he was rinsing off, the water turned ice cold. They both yelped and jumped out of the shower, laughing.
“Well, I guess we know how long the hot water lasts.” She shivered before he wrapped a heated towel around her. His bright green eyes sparkled.
“Really? I don’t remember how long we were in there. Whenever I’m with you, time ceases to exist. I guess we’ll just have to do this again and bring a timer.”
She nodded. “We definitely want to be accurate. Besides my science teachers always told me to measure twice.”
They dressed in comfy lounging clothes, both choosing to go barefoot. Lunch was simple and consisted of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. He let her pick the movie, and she chose a classic comedy. His large body relaxed against the armrest of the sofa, and she climbed between his legs to recline against his chest. The fire crackled and the air was comfortably warm. They both fell asleep in the same position halfway through the movie.
* * * *
Mark opened his eyes and looked out the large expanse of windows to find that the sun setting. Erica was no longer in his arms, but he still felt the lingering warmth of her body where it had relaxed against him. She couldn’t have been gone long. Sitting up, he scrubbed his hands over his eyes and through his hair. He had loved the feel of her cuddled up against his chest. The relaxing atmosphere and exertions from earlier must have caught up to both of them as they’d slipped into contented sleep.
He smelled fresh coffee brewing but didn’t hear any sound of Erica moving around the house. She was obviously not on the first floor, and running upstairs, he checked the bedroom and bathroom.
Where was she?
Just then, her blood-curdling scream shot through him like a bolt of lightning. Although it was safe enough here, they were essentially in the wilderness and always needed to take general precautions. Animal attacks and accidents were known to happen from time to time. Running back downstairs, he tore out the back door onto the deck and saw Erica racing across the meadow towards the house as if the hounds of hell were chasing her. She waved her hands at him, but he barely heard her voice on the wind.
“Go, go, get back inside!”
To hell with that, he was going to find out what the hell was going on. He jumped over the railing of deck and sprinted towards her. Catching up to her in a matter of seconds, he did a quick check to make sure she wasn’t hurt anywhere then pulled her into his arms.
“What the hell is going on?” He scanned the area for any sign of what had terrified her. “Talk to me! What scared you?”
“I was just taking a walk, and as I reached the tree line over there, this ridiculously large man in full camo regalia with a very large weapon just appeared out of nowhere. He grabbed my arm and started yelling, asking me who I was and what I was doing here.”
Mark had a pretty good idea of who she was talking about. He cursed as he led her back towards the house.
“You know who that is, don’t you?”
“I do. I’m impressed you got away. What did you do?”
; She crossed her arms over her chest. “I kicked him in the balls then punched him in the nose as he went down, then started running. Who is he, and why did he approach me that way?”
“His name is Winston. He owns the property adjacent to us and is a Desert Storm veteran. I think he was in some kind of Special Forces unit. Occasionally, he still gets geared up and goes out on what he calls patrols. He’s a nice enough guy but can be intimidating if you’re not expecting him. I’m sorry he scared you, honey. It certainly doesn’t excuse his behaviour, but he probably wasn’t expecting anyone to be around. He usually checks on the place for us when we’re not here. I’ll go have a talk with him. Do you want to come with me or do you want to go back inside?”
Now that she knew they weren’t about to be invaded by some rebel army, her fear subsided and anger infused her body. “No, I’m going with you to give him a piece of my mind. What the hell gives him the right to scare the living crap out of innocent people on a peaceful mountainside? How are we going to find him? I swear when I looked back to see if he was following me, it was like he had disappeared.”
“We don’t need to find him. He’ll find us. Come on. We’ll take a little walk to the tree line.”
As they walked through the meadow, he reached over and took her hand. About halfway to their destination, he stopped and, pulling her close, gave her a gentle, reassuring kiss. He let his lips linger against hers until he felt the air around them change. As he lifted he head, he looked over her shoulder.
“Hello, Winston. I’d like you to meet Erica Cross. She’s a close friend and will be a frequent guest at our cabin.”
Winston nodded. “Shield. I apologise, Miss, for scaring you. That wasn’t my intention. I didn’t recognise you from around these parts and wanted to make sure you weren’t a lost hiker or something.”
Erica looked on at the behemoth standing before her but held her ground. “I appreciate the sentiment if not the execution. Mark didn’t let me know about other cabins in the area and I apologise if I was trespassing. I also apologise for attacking you, however I felt within my rights at the time.”