He urged her to leave the plates on the table and led her to the living room. Like the rest of the house, it was elegant but not opulent and gave off a sense of warmth. A huge, L-shaped leather couch sat in the center of the room, facing a gorgeous marble fireplace with a giant flat-screen TV mounted above it.
“Did you do the decorating?” she asked, taking in the strategic pops of bamboo-greens and burnt-oranges that kept the rich, chocolate-brown of the room from feeling too masculine.
“Actually, I did. It’s not so different from architecture in the sense that you want a building or room to evoke a certain feeling when you’re in it. Color, texture and shape all come together to create that illusion.”
She shook her head in amazement. “I don’t want to pump up your ego too much, but you seriously have such a good eye for this kind of thing.”
“Thanks. And don’t worry, my mother tells me daily what a waste of time my job is. No chance of me getting a swollen head over it when she’s right there to let the air out.” His tone was a lot less bitter than it could have been.
“Doesn’t that make you feel like crap?”
“It used to,” he said with a shrug. “But I realized a long time ago that she’s not going to change. If I let it get to me, it’s only going to make me unhappy. I can only please one of us, so I’ve decided it’s going to be me. Life’s too short. We do okay. She loves me the only way she knows how, and I throw her a bone every so often and do what she asks because it makes things run more smoothly. The big stuff like my job, or…” he sent a pointed glance her way, “…my love life? Off limits.”
“Probably doesn’t stop her from trying though, huh?”
“Sure doesn’t,” he admitted with a rueful smile. “Come and have a seat.”
She followed his lead, taking one side of the couch.
“What do you say we turn the lights off and watch a movie for a while?”
She stiffened. “Uh, you mean a…” she glanced around the room and dropped her voice to a whisper, “…porno?”
He threw his head back and laughed, the sound sending a warm tingle through her.
“Nope. I’m not going to lie, though, it did occur to me. But then I would’ve had to find one I thought you’d like. The pressure was too much for me. No, the plan is to watch a regular old movie to help us unwind from the day, relax a little.”
She bobbed her head, mostly relieved but a tiny bit disappointed at the same time. He fussed with the remote and then dimmed the lights. When he returned, he sat in the middle of the couch and patted the space next to him. Her heart pounded as she shimmied closer. He slipped an arm around her shoulders and tugged her until she was nestled against his chest. The scent of warm man and some sort of almond soap enveloped her.
“You smell good,” she murmured.
“Thanks. You too.”
So far, his plan was totally backfiring. Being this close to him felt like walking a tightrope. Exhilarating, terrifying, but definitely not relaxing. His body was tense beside hers, muscles taut, and she resisted the urge to touch. Their breathing seemed to fill the silent room until, thankfully, the opening credits and soundtrack began.
The movie was an edge-of-your-seat action flick, her favorite, and despite her proximity to Mac, soon enough she was sucked in. In the midst of a suspenseful car chase scene she found herself squeezing his thigh. The second she realized it, she snatched her hand away, only to have him take it and return it to his leg. She let it remain and soon was tracing patterns on the fabric of his worn jeans, exploring the play of muscles beneath her fingertips.
Despite the gripping plot, the movie became background noise as she slid her palm up and down his thigh, moving closer to the juncture between with each pass.
Wouldn’t he be shocked if she cupped his cock right now? That would be weird, and totally inappropriate. Sitting, chilling, watching a movie and she, being the freak that she was, all of a sudden would reach out and grab his dick out of the blue. That was probably a story a guy would share with friends on the basketball court.
She started to take her hand away from his leg, but Mac covered it with his own.
“No, leave it there.”
His gaze never left the screen as he spread his legs and drew her hand higher until it was wrapped around a thick ridge of jeans-clad cock. She wet her lips then gave a tentative squeeze. His hum of satisfaction vibrated against her ear and sent a blast of need roaring through her.
He was big, hard, and she was desperate to see him. To touch his bare skin. He released her hand, and for a moment she considered moving hers too. But damn it, that’s not what she wanted. This night was about exploring her fantasies. She wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. With her pulse pounding, she massaged him, working her palm over the outline of his cock. Up and down, over and over, until his breath grew harsh.
He nudged her head from his chest and slipped his arm from her shoulders to drop it between them. She risked a glance at him in the dim light, but he kept his eyes on the screen, which made her feel free to continue. Right when she resumed her caress, he covered her thigh with his hand. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth as she realized what he was about.
Quid pro quo.
He was going to touch her the way she was touching him. The thought made her squirm in her seat. She was soaked already. Would he feel the steamy heat between her thighs through her overalls?
He stroked her knee absently, nothing in his face giving away the extent of his arousal.
She kept her gaze on him, giving his length a firm squeeze. This time he couldn’t hide his reaction as he sucked in his breath and his nostrils flared. Emboldened, she repeated the movement, working up the shaft to the tip, lightly pinching the head. His eyes snapped shut and his jaw tensed.
He was as affected by their play as she was. A wave of need pulsed low in her belly. She wanted to climb onto his lap and slide that huge cock into her. Ride him until they were both out of their minds with desire.
His thoughts must have been on the same dirty track as hers because the hand on her thigh clenched then released. Her own mission was forgotten as tantalizing fingers inched their way upward, teasing, taunting, until he paused a hairsbreadth from her pussy. A strangled moan came from deep in her throat as he shifted to palm her overheated core.
“Oh my God.”
He still didn’t look her way, which sent an illicit thrill through her. Could she break him, or would he maintain the façade? If she unzipped his pants, would he let her stroke him to completion?
The anticipation was almost too keen, the want too sharp. The hand on her pussy pressed harder, and moisture flooded her entrance.
The slam of a door onscreen echoed through the room, and Mac twisted toward her. Without a word he took hold of her jaw, guiding her to face the images on the TV. She didn’t know when he let go of her chin because the scene unfolding before her eyes caught and held her attention. The man onscreen strode up to his wife and yanked her into his arms for a soul-stirring kiss. It was frantic. One second a kiss, the next clothes tearing, gnashing teeth and tongues. The woman gasped as her husband flipped her around, arousing her breasts in a brutal caress. He ground against her ass, and she seemed to come undone, crying out, begging for more.
Mac increased the pressure between her legs, smashing the heel of his hand against her clit while his clever fingers rode her slit. She moaned and helplessly followed his lead, working his cock through his pants to match the rhythm he’d set.
Her mouth parted, breath coming in short pants as she tried to gain some control, stop the avalanche of need threatening to suck her under.
A sharp rip rent the air as the leading man tore away his wife’s skirt, leaving her bare but for her high-heeled shoes. He pressed her forward by the neck, and she braced herself against the wall with her hands. Mac’s seductive massage was relentless now as they watched the man on the screen enter her.
“Do you want to come like this?” Mac rasped.
“D-Do you?” She pulsed her hips, increasing the pressure.
“This is about you. Talk to me, honey. Tell me what you need.”
His need was so evident, so raw, that paired with his deft touch it drove every rational thought from her brain. The onscreen cries grew louder, the slapping of bodies faster as the couple’s movements became frantic.
“Yes. I want to come so bad,” she managed, the admission freeing her.
“Take it then. That’s it, rock against my hand,” Mac growled, and she bucked against him, out of control.
Her body tensed as his fingers rubbed deeper still, working her pussy hard. It was happening, coming on like a freight train. She bowed her back as it crashed into her. Tiny pinpricks of light exploded behind her eyelids. She turned, pressing her face into his shoulder to muffle her hoarse cry as she came apart.
As the waves receded, she became dimly aware of Mac’s labored breathing and his cock bucking beneath his jeans. She pulled away to see his face, which was stark with tension. He met her gaze, and his eyes were so intense she shivered.
She gasped and pulled away. “Sorry.”
“Shh. Stop. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Please don’t ruin it.”
She smiled self-consciously. “So it wasn’t weird?”
“Honey, if that’s weird, you’re going to think I’m an out-and-out freak when I get you into the bedroom. That said, if you want to make it there, you’d best unhand my johnson.”
Embarrassment began to creep in. “I’m sorry, you didn’t—”
“No more apologies,” he demanded as he rose to his feet. “Now, if you’re nice and relaxed, what do you say we go upstairs? As sexy as you look in those overalls, I can’t wait to get you out of them.”
He took her by the wrist and pulled her into his arms. She tipped her head back, stretching up to press a kiss to his jaw.
“Thank you,” she whispered, blinking back the tears that suddenly pricked her eyelids. They hadn’t taken off a stitch of clothing, and already Mac had obliterated most of the sexual fears that had held her captive all these years.
He didn’t respond with words. Instead he scooped her up as if she were his bride and strode down the hallway.
Mac set Frankie on her feet and stepped back to look his fill. She’d been so nervous earlier, he’d wanted nothing more than to put her at ease. Drooling over her wouldn’t have helped matters. Now that they’d broken the ice, he devoured her with his eyes.
Her full breasts strained the stretchy fabric, hard nipples spiking the black material. “No bra,” he murmured, tracing one peak with his fingertip.
She moaned as she swayed toward him. The silver of her zipper glinted in the moonlight, and he fingered it lightly before tugging it down an inch…then two. He’d pictured this more times than he could count, but it hadn’t prepared him for the reality of Frankie in the flesh. She was everywhere, surrounding him, filling his senses to overload. Her scent, her taste, the sound of her pleasure still ringing in his ears.
He dragged the zipper lower, exposing more and more of her silky skin. The shadowed crevice between her breasts called to him. He bent to her, feathering soft kisses over her collarbone and lower, until he nuzzled her cleavage. Her whispered moans lured him downward as he chased the ever-expanding V of flesh. He hooked his thumbs beneath the fabric at her collarbones and gingerly peeled it away, over her shoulders, down the lean curve of her upper arms. It was like Christmas only better as her tits spilled forward, freed of their confines.
His cock pulsed and twitched as he took in the glorious sight. Dusky, tight nipples stood out in stark relief against the pale gold of her full breasts. He closed his eyes, grappling for some semblance of control.
“Touch me, Mac,” she said, taking his hand in hers and laying it on her heart.
He opened his eyes as she guided him lower until he cupped one perfect mound. Her nipple tightened even further against his palm. Sweat broke out on his forehead as the effort of holding back took its toll, his balls pulling tight against his ass as pre-come leaked from the head of his aching cock. He released her and bent low to take her swollen nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, without preamble, and she cried out, spearing her hands into his hair, holding him close. He clutched her overalls and yanked them down over her hips, past her thighs, until they lay pooled at her feet.
He released her nipple with a pop and dropped to his knees in front of her, taking in the view on the way down. Her flat stomach, the indent of her navel.
Then the breath left his lungs in a whoosh. Her pussy was shaved bare, the smooth, pouty lips glossy with moisture a few scant inches from his face. He resisted the urge to dive in, plunder her until she broke apart for him. Instead he took his time, dipping a gentle finger into her entrance. She stiffened and let out a squeak.
“Oh my God,” she muttered as he tucked his finger into her tight channel.
He leaned forward, covering her pussy with his mouth, lapping at her with slow, even strokes. She gasped, arching into the caress. Listening to her body’s cues, he quickened the pace, flicking her clit faster. Fast enough to make her thighs quake with need. The bud between his lips swelled, and he rubbed it with the flat of his tongue as he plunged his finger deep.
“Come for me, baby. I want to taste—” Her inner muscles contracting drew his attention. “Fuck yeah, there’s the honey. That’s—”
He didn’t finish, but she did as he dove in to feast. Warm, wet and delicious, the sweet taste pushed him nearly beyond endurance.
“Mac? Oh!”
When she began to quiet and the tremors ebbed, he pulled away and launched forward, sending them crashing onto the bed. His apology was derailed as, instead of complaining, she pushed him back just as forcefully and tore at his jeans. Frantic and desperate like that couple had been on TV.
“I’ve never…” She stared down at him and swallowed hard. “I want to suck your cock.”
Those words slid through him like a hot knife through butter. He lifted his hips and growled as cool air brushed over his boiling flesh when his jeans came down.
“God, I’ve wanted this part of you inside me for so long. Mmm…”
Holy fuck. She was rubbing her cheek on his thigh, turning so her lips pressed against his throbbing cock, opening them to draw another drop of fluid out of him.
His head fell back, and he clenched his jaw hard. He grabbed hold of her hair, ready to pull her up, knowing he’d never be able to withstand the onslaught. But the draw of her mouth was too much. Instead he pushed down, flexing as her mouth opened wide and she swallowed him whole. Searing, living velvet surrounded him in a tight grip that pumped and begged, pushing him to the edge of his sanity. He wrapped a hand in the curtain of her hair, at first guiding, and then restraining her. She fought him, but he was firm. He wanted more. All of her.
“Stop,” he groaned, his muscles trembling with the Herculean effort of holding back. “I need to be inside you.” He pulled her up to straddle him and looked deep into her eyes. “How do you want me?”
She met his gaze boldly. “Behind me. With your hand wrapped in my hair.”
Her quiet declaration sent a lightning strike of adrenaline down his spine and made him want to roar with satisfaction.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded, rolling her away from him, all semblance of control evaporating under the weight of his need.
She climbed onto all fours before dropping to her elbows, arching her back. “Like this?” She shot him a look over her shoulder.
The picture she made with her wide, curious eyes, the mass of silky hair hanging over one shoulder and her incredible body displayed for him was one that would remain forever in his mind.
How would he ever go back to life before this?
The silence stretched between them like warm taffy, and she resisted the urge to fill it with nervous chatter. She could see the heat in his gaze, could hear his quickening breath, and resolved to stay still.
Her patience was rewarded.
“Fucking perfect. You are so beautiful.” The normally husky voice had gone guttural, and a thrill sizzled through her.
The bed dipped as he knelt behind her. Big, warm hands closed over her ass cheeks to massage and knead her. Thumbs traced lower to caress her inner thighs as fingers drifted closer to her center. He bent low, pressing a sucking kiss to her spine, and she moaned. His mouth was pure magic.
“Please, Mac.”
With a muttered curse, he parted her, probing with the broad head of his cock, testing her readiness. The time for teasing was over. She slammed back against him, trying to take the entire length of him at once. There was no pain, despite his size. Just an almost unbearable fullness that had her immediately tipping her hips forward. The slow drag of her slick inner walls over his steely hardness was sheer ecstasy and had her sliding back to engulf him again.
“Slow down,” he growled.
Mindless now, she barely heard him as she rocked backward, taking him as deep as he would allow.
“You want it all? I’m not going to fight you.” His fingers caged her hips in a punishing grip as he ground against her, burying his cock until he could go no farther. He was right. It was too much, too hot, too fast. The intensity of it terrified her, but there was no going back. He began to thrust, pulling back in a controlled slide then pounding forward until his hips smacked her ass. His pelvis flexed in a mind-melting rhythm, the tip of his cock nudging something hidden inside her with every pass, sending dizzying waves of desire coursing through her.
Again. Again. Faster. The restrained power becoming less restrained as he jack-hammered into her. A strangled wail built in her throat, and he moved quicker still.
“That’s it, honey. Don’t fucking stop. Let it happen, let me feel it.”
His words sent her flying. The orgasm crept up, rolling over her in ever- increasing waves until she shattered, convulsing around him. Her whole body quaked as she worked her clenching pussy over his cock. Mac’s grunt turned into a shout and he pounded deep, her name on his lips as his body exploded into hers.
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