by Angel Payne
“What is it, mouse?”
He stepped over, seeing nothing but her now. Forgettin’ even the throb in his tadger because the exquisite dawn of her arousal was too fuckin’ good to miss. He raked his stare across the gorgeous dew across her skin, shimmering even brighter between her slightly parted thighs…and then up to the sweet concave from her ribcage, especially because she was breathin’ like she’d just climbed Ben Nevis itself…and then admiring the pert peaks of her erect nipples and the dazzling gems of her eyes. Damnation, her eyes. They shined like peridots had collided with emeralds beneath the brilliance of a thousand candles.
“What is it?” He spoke it as a command this time. “If this is really goin’ to work for us, leannan, then you must answer a question when I issue it—especially if it’s about your health or well-bein’.”
“Of course. I mean, yes, Sir.” She nodded so fervently, it instantly pulled at his chest. And a lot of other parts that fed his Dominant’s desire. “I just…” She stopped to lick her lips but ended the move with a saucy smile, easing his worry by surprising degrees. Mostly because he had no idea he was that worried… “It’s just that…holy shit…”
“It’s all right, Jenny.” He leaned over, brushing a thick strand of her auburn waves off her face. No way in fuck was he goin’ to miss a moment of how this experience affected her…of how his authority took her mind and body to its greatest, grandest heights. “Take your time. Tell me what you’re feelin’.”
“My heartbeat’s turning my chest into a rave party.”
He lifted his brows and quirked half a smirk. “Sounds like fun.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Oh, I thoroughly intend to.” He said it while returning to a full stand, confirming she watched him through every inch of the movement—including the tiny tug he gave his pants zipper. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Her moan was guttural and delectable. “Oh, yes please.”
“You first.” He jabbed his chin her way. “Take ’em off, sweet Jenny. Bare your juicy beauty to me.”
More of that aroused moan, making the column of her neck all taut and gleaming, as she hooked her thumbs around the lace covering her core. With a slide of motion that maddened him—faster; fuck, faster!—but delighted him—that’s it, my sweet mouse; just like that—she got the garment down to her knees before Sam declared his composure a total loss, and he sank a knee to the bed, taking over for her.
As soon as he freed her of the lace, he wadded the panties up and lifted them to his nostrils. The nectar of her, tangy honey and delicious musk, took over his senses. He sucked in two more lungsful of her sweet scent before growling, “Oh, my gorgeous girl. You’re wet. Very wet.”
Jen’s pulse still visibly thudded at the base of her throat. “Is…is that good?”
“That’s very, very good.”
She attempted a smile, but besides bein’ soaked for him, she was also still nervous as a kitten in a rocker factory. And completely clueless about how stunning she was, propped against the mound of pillows, every lush line of her flawless nudity on display for him. Offering herself to him like one of those thousand-dollar fruits they sold over in Asia. Only difference was, she was a million times more beautiful than a bunch of golf ball-sized grapes or a rare apple embedded with diamonds. And he already knew—knew—she’d be a million times more succulent.
“Holy fuck.”
But clearly, his snarl did nothing to assuage her jumpy nerves. While it did have a gorgeous effect on her puckered nipples, she still started turnin’ her bottom lip into hamburger while twistin’ wrinkles into the pristine white coverlet. But that was just the beginnin’ of her beauty. With a short tilt of his head, Sam gave himself a perfect peek at what her trepidation did for other parts of her exposed body. Her pussy…fuck. Just this glimpse of those dark-pink lips, drenched in her shimmering, thick arousal, and he had to twist his balls through his pants, terrified he’d blow in them like a goddamned teenager.
“I—I know I’m not exactly the definition of ‘stacked and sleek,’ but—”
“Jenny.”
“I try to take care of myself, at least, and—”
“Jenny.”
“What?”
“You’re perfect, a leanbh.”
She answered his rough confession with an elegant blush that suffused her from head to toe. With equal charm, she murmured, “Thank you, Sir.”
“Now lie back,” he told her then. “All the way, with your legs open and your arms up over your head. I need to see you. All of you.”
His emphasis on the final three words brought on another gorgeous flush—though remarkably, her agitation mellowed a little as Sam leaned over and secured her wrists into the leather cuffs that were revealed in a sliding compartment built into the headboard.
“Well.” She smiled as he slid a finger between her right wrist and its cuff, double-checking he’d left enough room for her proper circulation. “Isn’t that convenient?”
He dipped a soft kiss onto her lips, using the excuse to admire her beneath him already. With her arms stretched, her breasts were high and taut and exposed, the bold red tips jutting from perfectly round areolas. “The whole place is booby-trapped,” he teased, waggling his brows. “Won’t it be a bit of fun to take a roam about?”
He expected her to pull a case of sassy mouse and glare at him. Instead, her face lit up and her eyes gleamed like a pair of jaunty high-step dancers. “Booby-trapped? You mean better than in the elevators?”
Sam almost laughed—and likely would have, if a resounding realization didn’t hit him so hard that very moment. And expose his every nerve. And make him giddily aware of every fuckin’ breath he took…and sensation he felt…and tremor he endured…
“Jennifer Josephine Thorne,” he murmured, dragging a knuckle down her sternum and savoring the soft keen she let out as he trailed lower and lower and lower.
“Yes, Captain Samuel Mackenna?”
“Where the fuck have you been my entire life?”
She curled an impish grin. “Is this a multiple choice or fill-in-the-blank answer?”
“Why do I think you’d prefer the fillin’-in kind better, mo luaidh?”
She answered with nothin’ but a louder purr as he descended his hand, turning it over to hold her abdomen down with the flat of his palm. “Oh,” she finally blurted. “Ohhhh, my goodness…”
“Easy, lass,” he directed. “Easy, now. I need you to stay right here for me, aye? I want to explore this sweet cunt before I fill every inch of it.”
His tease had her shudderin’ beneath him and then around him as he dipped his other hand between her thighs, breachin’ her swollen folds with a questing finger. Jesus God, she was so slick and soaked and ready—and from the second he slid inside, he was a hundred times harder and hotter.
At once, he added a second finger. The second her clenching channel welcomed him, he gritted and slurred the filthiest Gaelic oaths he could remember. Didn’t do the trick. He switched to English. “Fucking hell, you gorgeous woman. I’m lettin’ out precome like a geyser. What you do to me, sweet Jenny. What your beautiful, tight gash does to me…”
“Oh!” Her outcry was a damn aphrodisiac, as she flushed and flailed and began bucking her hips, all but begging him to plunge his digits deeper and faster. “Oh, shit! So good, Sam!”
He shifted his free hand down. Used those fingers to rub her labia, working those inflamed lips so they indirectly stimulated her clit.
“Want more, little mouse?”
“Y-Yes, please…”
“Another finger inside you?”
“God, yes!”
“Then ask for it nicely.” Though in truth, he was ready to bury his whole fuckin’ fist inside her if that’s what she needed.
“Please. Oh, p-p-please, give me another finger…Sir.”
As soon as he did, the extra pressure in her tunnel broke her clit free from its hood, and Sam watched the erotic nub get
bigger with every invasion of his fingers. Jen groaned and gasped in time to his lunges, filling the air with a sharp but slippery rhythm, her voice pitching higher as her clit turned redder and he pumped away with more ruthless abandon.
Stretching her.
Testing her.
Celebrating her.
Spreading her.
Still, Sam dictated, “Farther. Open wider, sweet Jenny. Show me exactly what my cock is goin’ to conquer.”
“L-Like this?”
He lifted his stare. Captured her gaze with the undaunted intent of his. “Do you really think you’re getting a grade here, little leannan?” He extended his strokes, turning them into more contemplative caresses. “Listen to me. You don’t worry about any of that, Jenny. Not here. Never with me. There’s no right or wrong, or good or bad, or black and white when you’re with me.” When she suddenly looked like an inquisitive kitten, baffled but curious, some dark barrier inside him melted—perhaps forever. Not all the barriers, but it was a damn fine start. Oh aye, a very good one.
He leaned forward, taking her perfectly parted lips beneath his. “You are perfection, sweet beauty—so all you worry about is rejoicin’ in every sparklin’ drop of that.” He captured the gasp she gave as response with adorin’ brushes of his lips—while commencin’ the deep drive of his fingers inside her body once more. “Christ, my little one. Look at how you glisten for me. And feel how you tremble for me. Now I can smell how hot you are for me too. So soft and luscious…”
She looked up at him through her dark sable lashes. There was nothing coy about it. Desire was already a thick, potent force in her lush green eyes. “All of it’s for you. All of me is for you.”
The words spilled from her without hesitation, workin’ heady magic inside him in return. She gave every damn syllable to him without reserve, without hesitation, without expectation—and, most importantly, as her complete truth in the reality they forged with each other right now. A door they’d chosen to walk through together, without cares or concerns about the next portal to come—or even if there’d be another door. The next door didn’t matter. Tomorrow didn’t matter. The explosion of this and only this was the key to her freedom—and now, the heights to which he looked for his own desire.
“Those are wonderful words to hear, lass.” He tilted his head, fixated with the sight of his fingers driving into her…absorbed and consumed by her soft, glistening sex. “Since that’s exactly what I plan on taking.”
Jen bit her bottom lip as she bore down on him. Sam cocked a wicked grin, savoring the feel of her tangy juices gushing all over his fingers. So naturally, he plunged in harder. She jerked and trembled, releasing another long, worshipful moan—and spearing him with a bright, pleading stare.
“Then do it.” She squirmed and writhed and dug her heels into the bed, seeking traction to arch her core up at him. “Take it.” A new roll of her hips, a fresh gush of arousal from the center of her desire. “Take it now, Sam. I—I can’t hold on for much—ahhhh!”
The scream escaped her as he withdrew his fingers, though the erotic sluice on the air was hacked short by a sharp smack and her startled yelp—as he used his soaked fingers to land a couple of expert spanks across the top of her mound. Though Jen’s gaze burst into a stunned glare, Sam purposely ignored her look. He knew where he’d aimed his fingers and had purposely spared the slit where her sensitive nub still thrummed in swollen desperation.
“You’ll be holdin’ on as long as I tell you to.” As he anticipated, the undaunted order made her jaw drop—and her nipples as hard as arrowheads. “Is that clear?”
“Are you freaking kidding—” She yelped as he spanked her once more. Then quivered harder than before. “Okay, okay. We’re clear!”
He sent her a choir-boy smile. She shot him an angel’s avenging stare. And damn if that wasn’t the best comparison of this whole week, with the last of the day’s light spilling in across her perfect seraph’s body, makin’ her look just like one of heaven’s own creations, dropped here just to show him a new definition of paradise…
Especially as he rose up, unzipped his slacks, and freed his aching erection.
And her sigh washed over him like the most quality choir of angels in the most quality firmament in the universe.
“Sam.”
“Aye, darlin’ Jenny?”
“You’re…magnificent.”
He let a slow smile spread across his lips in correlation to how his shaft grew against his palm as he stroked the hardness to greater life. “Not half as magnificent as you, my bonnie mouse.”
No words were truer. He had to fight not to sink himself into her right away, with how she looked like an angel, whispered like an enchantress, and mesmerized him like a goddamned goddess. But after the speech he got from the check-in manager to the enforcements on the key packet and bed stand note, the Nyte was all about people doin’ lots of safe sinkin’—so he opened the nightstand drawer, found a packet emblazoned with the telltale Trojan’s head along with the Nyte’s starry logo, and efficiently tore it open with his teeth.
After he slid the latex from inside it, he quickly gloved up the shaft that had become practically a flagpole between their bodies. A groan took over as he got the condom to the end and had to squeeze his balls again. Another moan swept in as he pushed her knees out with his own, fitting his body into the apex of hers. But even as he nudged her entrance with the hard purple bulb of his sex, he paused for one more moment. Probably the most important one.
“S-Sam?”
Her query was guttural and rough. So was the long breath he pulled in.
“If we’re going to stop, you must tell me now.” He inhaled again, raking a hand up until his fingers bracketed the chain connecting her cuffs. “The torture’s been cruel enough, stayin’ away from you for ten damn days.”
He watched a maelstrom of emotions flow across her face, through her eyes. Deep furrows across her forehead gave way to a half smile of wonderment. Then a more sober look again before she lifted her face up toward him with conviction that came from clear, determined desire.
“I don’t want to stop, Sam.”
His answering growl was long and fierce. “Thank God.”
Without saying anything else, he entered her.
And reveled in her sharp, shivering outcry. “Hell! Ohhh, hell!”
“Fuck,” Sam grunted, lost to an instant dilemma. He was stretching her, probably more than she ever had been before, but the reason he knew it so clearly was because she squeezed him so tightly. Her pussy was unlike any heaven he’d known. Unlike any sheath he’d ever filled. Beyond any warmth that had ever welcomed his cock. But he wasn’t even all the way inside her yet. Would that even be possible?
It had to be.
It would be.
“Fuck,” he repeated, withdrawing far enough to give him some leverage for the next thrust. As he clenched his buttocks and rolled his hips forward, Jen shuddered and mewled beneath him. “Easy, little mouse,” he urged. “Easy. We’ll get there. You’re just so perfect. So fuckin’ tight… Easy…”
So much simpler said than done.
But she guided him there. Inch by fierce, blissful inch. He watched her every second, taking cues on how to move from the slightest twist of her lips, glints in her eyes, tension in her body. Her breaths were his brightest guides. In their squeaking sighs, he knew her arousal. In their sudden hitches, he felt her pain. Slowly, she got used to him. At last, she harbored all of him. By the time his balls knocked against her skin, he was panting in a combination of triumph and torment. Never had he had to be more attuned to a lover like this. But never had one made him feel more alive in the process.
“Fuck!” It wasn’t his most original word by this point—but God’s bloody tits, did it handle the job well—until he lost the ability to speak, only capable of a primal yell that blended flawlessly with Jen’s lusty scream. He reared up high enough to watch her for a moment, rejoicin’ in the gorgeous lights of her eyes and the h
ungry part of her lips, silently beggin’ him to copy the fusion of their bodies by fuckin’ her mouth with his tongue.
He was all too happy to oblige.
Fully. Ferociously. Damn near fanatically. Jenny returned all his passion ten, twenty, a hundredfold, blowing apart his senses with her open, unbridled heat. There was a not-so-latent beast inside him—he’d known that for too damn long now—but he’d never anticipated that his demure bookworm of a mouse was the disguise for an equally wild creature inside her. His gentle angel Jenny was actually a hot, heathen fire fairy…
His mouse was really a she-beast.
They sucked at each other’s mouths the same way they fucked each other. With hungry abandon, starving satiation, unhindered desire. But there was more to this than a physical coupling. Sam knew it in the depths of his spirit and the fiber of his being, while he saw its plain proof in the symbolism of the cuffs he’d placed on her. His she-beast wanted to be caught. Needed to be conquered. Craved to be opened for his evisceration and splayed for his desecration…
And he adored her for it.
Yearned to worship her all night because of it.
And fucked her harder in thanks for it.
As he kept pumpin’ in and out, he laved her breasts and nipples with new licks and bites. Explored her flesh with eager hands, strokin’ every perfect curve and crevice of her. And finally, oh God finally, he inserted a hand between her legs, seeking the bundle of nerves that pulsed strongest for him. Needing her to follow him. Coaxing her right over the precipice with him, into the blinding void they both stretched and gasped and yearned for…
“Sam!” She shuddered as he flicked her flesh, over and over and over.
“Yes, mo luaidh?”
“Oh…shit…that’s—that’s—”
“Just the kind of commentary I like.” He smiled against her lips and then her neck, his blood rocketin’ with arousal as she dropped her head back, her eyes closin’ and her breasts thrust up toward him.
“It’s—oh God.” She gasped. “It’s…oh, I can’t…”