“I’m not. It’s just that …” She moaned when he slipped a hand into her suit pants, rubbing her through her underwear. It was like he could sense her nervousness.
“Relax,” he murmured. Tide brushed his lips over hers. Then brushed a kiss on her jawline, moving to her earlobe. All the while, he rubbed right over her clit with his finger. Really softly and yet firm enough to have her squirming. Enough to make her want to shove her pants right down and hook a leg around him.
More.
More.
More.
She moaned when he sucked on her earlobe. Then he was pushing her panties to the side and the very tip of his finger connected with her clit. Thank god! Skin to skin. She both sighed and mewled as her hips shot forward.
More.
It felt so darned good as the pad of his thumb slid over the very sensitive bundle of nerves. She was horrified to find that she was rocking against his hand. The word ‘more’ still on the tip of her tongue. It reverberated around her brain like an overzealous ping pong ball.
By now her hips were rocking like mad, and she was making silly little noises. "Sorry," she whispered, all breathless. "It's been a while." She choked out a sob. "A long while." Her words were strained.
“Don’t apologize.” His voice sounded even deeper than before. All the huskier. “Make as much noise as you want. In fact, I insist.” He slid a finger inside her, curling the tip so that … Meghan cried out. “That’s it,” his voice gravelly. So sexy.
Tide fingered her again and again, it felt amazing. It was like he knew exactly where to touch her for the most impact. The pad of his thumb was firmly on her clit. While his finger … make that fingers ‒ plural … did amazing things to her. Deep inside her. Meghan was panting at this point, her eyes were wide open. She continued to rock her hips. Continued to mewl and groan, or to all-out yell, with every slip and slide of his finger. Right now, she didn't care about anything but the pleasure he was bringing her. She gripped his biceps all the tighter, feeling the build in the pit of her stomach. A coiling that seemed to take hold of her entire body. Her skin felt tight. She felt hot all over.
"Oh, my … oh …" she groaned, gritting her teeth. If she came now, it would be too soon. She'd come across as needy and desperate. Had to try and hold on. Hold. On.
“Come for me,” he whispered, his words tickled her ear. “Let go.” His chest rumbled. “You’re so damned wet, so tight …” His dirty words sent her tumbling over the edge with a loud yell that seemed to echo around the otherwise quiet room.
Her hips jerked as pleasure rushed through her. He kept fingering, kept rubbing while she fell apart. The yell turned into a deep moan. Tide knew precisely when to ease off. Slower, softer, even slower until he was barely moving.
She had buried her head against her chest. Was struggling to catch her breath. He stopped and pulled her underwear back into place. Thankfully, he had an arm hooked around her waist, or she might have crumpled into a heap on the floor.
“Are you okay?” he asked. His voice still impossibly deep.
“Yeah,” she managed to push out. Shit! Her suit pants were around her ankles. When did that happen? That meant that she was just in her undies. They were the full set of cotton briefs. Not very flattering.
“Let’s get you out of these.” He lifted her, stepping on the pants so that they stayed behind, a pool of black material on the floor. “Put your legs around me.”
“I’m too heavy, I—”
“Do it now!” he growled. The sound sending shivers racing up and down her spine. She did as he said.
“Oh shit.” Her voice was a bit croaky after all that moaning. “I don’t have any condoms in the house.” It wasn’t like she had a boyfriend. She didn’t normally do things like this either so …
Tide chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a couple in my wallet.”
A couple.
More than one.
"That's good news." What a lame thing to say. She was feeling relieved though. Big time. The thought of not getting to have sex with this beautiful man … shifter, didn't sit right with her. This wasn't her typical MO, but she was damned if she was missing out on a night like this.
Tide walked straight to her bedroom, which was weird since she lived in a four-bedroom house and her room wasn’t the first one down the hall. “How did you know this one was mine?” she asked as he turned on the light with the sweep of the hand.
"Shifters have a great sense of smell." He nuzzled her neck and sniffed her. Kind of like a dog, only for some strange reason it was a turn on. He kept walking towards her bed.
Then she remembered that she’d last showered this morning. That she was covered in grease and grime. He sniffed her again, his nose against her skin. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’m in desperate need of a—”
“You smell delicious. I might just eat you all up.”
Then she was weightless for a few moments before landing on the soft mattress. She bounced once or twice. Meghan watched as Tide toed off his boots, one and then the other. He bent down and removed his socks. His jeans stayed on though. She could see a large, make that ‒ she swallowed thickly ‒ enormous, bulge in his pants.
Flip!
The bed dipped as he put a knee down, his gaze firmly fixed on her. He was taking her in, his intense blue stare raked over her. Slightly embarrassed, she glanced down. Her shirt gaped open … oh gosh … boobs were still spilling out over the cups of her bra. Then there were those god-awful panties. Full briefs. To make matters worse, they were off-white from all the washing. Arghhh! It wasn’t like she could have guessed this would happen to her. Not in a million years.
Meghan looked back up at him. His chest was amazing, so smooth and masculine even although there was not a single hair to speak of. Not to mention his abs, ripped to perfection. She wanted to run her tongue across them and suck on his pecks. In short, he was spectacular.
Tide licked his lips. “I think I’ll start with your pussy.”
“W-what?” She sounded like a blithering idiot. Just because you died and went to hunk heaven does not mean you get to lose your faculties, Meghan.
He cocked his head, his gaze turning feral. "I said, I'm going to eat you up, and I think I'll start with that piece of heaven nestled between your legs."
Meghan bit down on her lower lip to keep from groaning. His words were so filthy. She loved it.
“Take off the panties,” he ordered.
“Um … okay …” She felt her cheeks heat as she hooked her fingers in the elastic band. It was a mess down there. An utter war-zone. “I must warn you—”
Tide shook his head. He looked angry. “Don’t say it,” he rasped. “The only words I want to hear coming out of those lips are ‘fuck me’ and ‘harder.' I might accept ‘deeper,' and you're more than welcome to scream my name, but that's it. Are we clear?" As he spoke, he lifted her legs ‒ which were still closed ‒ over one shoulder and gently peeled her panties off. Slipping them up her thighs and over her feet.
He ran his hands up and down her legs. Try as she might, her knees stayed locked together. She felt mortified about what he would think when he got a proper look down there. It didn’t deter him however. Tide leaned down and licked her slit. Her legs were together, straight up in the air. His tongue was long and very warm. He licked her again and again. Meghan moaned and moaned some more. Good. So good. Oh so very good. Especially considering she had just come.
Somehow or other ‒ she wasn't sure when or how ‒ her legs ended up over his shoulders and spread so wide that the insides of her thighs burned. She didn't care though because she was well on her way to another orgasm. Tide was suckling on her clit. It was a sensation she'd never experienced before. It was mind-blowing. His hot mouth was closed over her flesh, and every so often his tongue would flick across her clit, mid-suck. She made a weird noise, sounding a little like a dying animal, but she didn't give a rat's ass. Meghan was so far beyond giving a damn that it was obscene. It had
never felt this good before. His tongue, his mouth, his hands, him.
Oh.
Oh.
Yes.
Both of her hands were buried deep in his hair, which she was pulling. Meghan couldn’t make herself stop. She was thrusting her hips. Pretty much fucking the poor guy’s face. She couldn’t stop that either. Nearly, so very nearly …
Tide pulled away. She may have removed a chunk of his hair trying to stop him. “No! More …” She was panting hard.
“‘Fuck me,' ‘harder,' ‘deeper’ or my name," Tide growled, but she wasn't sure what he was on about. Her brain was a fog of need. "But I'll accept ‘more.'" He pulled down his zipper and the biggest cock she had ever seen before jutted forward. It was thick as well as long. The head was shiny; it leaked pre-come.
Her mouth fell open. “Crikey,” she whispered.
Tide moaned. “Don’t look at me like that … like you want to eat me all up.”
“I do,” she blurted. She’d never been so brazen before. It felt good.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. He stroked himself once and shook his head, his eyes were on her mouth. “Don’t tempt me, female.” He stood and pulled his jeans all the way off, stepping out of them one leg at a time. His sacs were heavy between his legs. His thighs thick with muscle and his hips narrow. He even had that whole V-thing going on.
Good lord!
“Take those off.” He gestured with his eyes to her top and bra. “I want you naked.”
His eyes were feral and hungry ‒ for her. It looked like he really wanted her. She nodded and with fumbling hands somehow managed to pull the blouse from her shoulders. Next, she reached back and unhooked her bra, pulling that from her shoulders as well.
Tide tore a condom foil with his teeth but stopped mid-motion. “You’re gorgeous.” His gaze moved from between her legs, which were still wide open, to her boobs and then to her face. “Very sexy,” he added. He finished tearing open the condom. “It’s been a while for me too.” His eyes were bright, almost as if they were glowing.
A zing of need coursed through Meghan as he fisted his cock, running it down his length as he sheathed his member. Then he was back between her legs, his mouth suckling on her clit, his fingers deep inside her. It didn’t take more than what felt like a few seconds to have her moaning again. Just as she was getting close ‒ her skin tightening, her yells becoming louder ‒ Tide flipped her over onto all fours. He gripped her hips, pulling her ass into the air. “I’m going to take you now.” His voice was a deep rasp. One hand slid around her belly, his deft fingers finding her clit. “I’ll go easy but I can’t be gentle.”
Rub, rub, rub. His ministrations were turning her mind to mush. At this point, she was desperate for release. So close but not there yet. She was panting like a wild thing. The sound of her breathing filled the room.
He put his tip at her opening. There was pressure but not enough to breach. All the while, he kept up that rub on her clit. Soft and easy. Enough to destroy every brain cell but not enough to tip her over the edge. She felt something drip down her leg.
Oh god! She was just that wet. She’d never been this turned on, this desperate. “Please!” It came out as a half moan, half plea.
Tide chuckled, it sounded strained. “That’s not one of the magic words.”
“What magic words?” she moaned as he circled her clit with his finger. Round and around now instead of side to side.
“Oh god!”
“That’s not my name.” He circled the other way. Lazy and slow. His cock right there. So hard.
She tried to push back with her ass.
“Ah … no,” he tutted. “Tell me what you want?” The pressure increased and eased and increased and eased. His finger danced around her clit, barely touching her. She glanced back. Oh good god! Tide was making small thrusting motions with his hips even though he hadn’t breached her yet. His eyes were glowing, his jaw tight. So darned sexy that it almost had her coming.
He stopped moving his finger. Meghan was going to die if he didn’t take her now. She tried to recall the words he’d told her to use. “Fuck me,” she sobbed, feeling so darned naughty. She’d never said anything like it before. Not ever. It was empowering. Especially when his eyes darkened up, when his jaw tightened. She could see how turned on he was.
“It would be my pleasure.” Tide thrust into her. It hurt but at the same time it felt amazing.
Meghan cried out, her fingers gripping the comforter so hard that she was sure she broke a nail. Her back bowed as his dick slid all the way in. As his hips hit her ass. As he bottomed out inside her.
“Fucking tight,” he growled, sounding more animal than man.
He pulled out and then thrust back into her with a hard grunt. “Amazing,” he muttered. His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust again and again. Her boobs were mashed against the bed. The light stinging feeling slowly subsided, making way for even more pleasure.
Her eyes rolled back in her skull, she ground her teeth, groaning deeply with every hard, even thrust. This was precisely what she needed. The bed shook harder as he picked up the pace, grunting with every stroke. She could hear the sucking noises her body was making. Could hear the slap of his balls against her ass. Meghan had never been taken like this before. The men in her past had always been so gentle and considerate. This was animalistic. It was … incredible.
“Oh god!” she yelled, as the coiling sensation took hold. As her belly tightened up all over again. As her skin tightened.
Meghan felt a sharp sting on her ass. “It’s Tide,” he growled.
"W-what?" she managed to sob. Her ass felt warm where he had slapped her. More wetness dripped between her legs. She'd actually liked that he had smacked her. What was wrong with her? Ordinary people didn't enjoy being spanked … or did they?
He rubbed a hand over the stinging flesh of her ass and she groaned. Apparently, they did enjoy it. She did, at any rate.
The bed shook and rocked so hard that she thought it might break. “My name,” he grunted. “It’s Tide.” His voice was so deep. He continued to grunt. Not letting up an inch.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Oooooooh …” Everything was tightening. She couldn’t catch her breath and didn’t want to.
Tide reached around her, caging her with his massive body. His hard chest against her back. She couldn’t move. Good thing Meghan was right where she wanted to be.
Rub.
Rub.
More frantic this time. The tip of Tide’s finger slid over her clit. She clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut. Then everything let go. Meghan screamed his name as her orgasm belted through her.
Tide groaned and tightened his grip on her. His hips jerked, his thrusts became deeper and more insistent. Her fingers dug into the comforter. Her whole body was being pinned down by him. Her orgasm continued to rush through her with each hard drive. Tide kept pushing into her, slower this time. Her jaw turned slack, her deep groan turning into a softer moan.
Then he was undulating his hips in what felt like little circles, drawing the last bit of pleasure out of her. Tide finally slumped over her. She could feel his chest expand and contract rapidly, could hear his heavy breathing. He wasn’t crushing her, so he must be taking some of the weight on himself. “You feel amazing,” Tide finally whispered. “So damned good … I might never want to leave.” He gave a tiny thrust.
Meghan whimpered. She was still shaking. Still struggling to breathe after that life-changing orgasm. How did she go back to getting herself off? What would be the point?
“Are you okay?” He pulled out and she actually felt empty. It was, of course, because he was just so darned big. That was all. It had nothing to do with this talk of him not wanting to leave.
Meghan realized, in that moment, that she was lonely. She really did need to work on getting a life. Outside of work anyway. Tide lay down next to her and gently tugged her so that she was facing him. He cupped her chin. “Are you alright?”
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��I’m good.” She smiled. “Better than good. Thank you for that. I appreciate it. You don’t have to stay, by the way,” she blurted. “I’m not sure how one-night stands work, but …”
“We’re not done.” Tide narrowed his eyes. “Not nearly. I’m just giving you a break before round two.”
“Round two?” She could feel herself frown. Could feel how her cheeks heated. Make that, how her whole body heated. She felt his words between her legs. Meghan was appalled to find that she wanted more. Much more. She frowned, not sure if she was happy with this newly awakened sex kitten side of her. She had always enjoyed sex but she’d never craved it before.
Chapter 3
Tide watched Meghan frown. She looked like she was deep in thought. Looked like she didn’t like the idea of a second round of rutting.
What the hell?
Females begged him to stay and not the other way around.
“I’m just going to take care of this.” He gestured to the filled condom on his cock and slid from the bed. His mind racing. Surely she’d enjoyed the sex. By the way she had squeezed the hell out of him, and the scent of her, she’d come. Twice ‒ and both times had been hard. By the noises she had made, she’d loved every minute of it and yet she wanted him gone.
Why?
“Unless you would prefer it if I left,” he asked as he returned to the room after disposing of the rubber.
“No!” Her voice was high-pitched. “You’re welcome to stay. I just … wasn’t sure what to expect.”
“I like you and I enjoyed being inside you. I want to make you come again. At least once or twice more, if that’s okay?”
Meghan widened her eyes in what looked like shock and then smiled. “Are shifters always this forward?”
Tide nodded. “Yes, it’s better to be forward and direct about what you want. Did you enjoy that?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, very much.”
“Do you want more?”
She nodded, her eyes glinted. “Yes, I do. Just give me a minute to catch my breath.”
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