by Nikki Winter
Her breaths were shorter now as she mutely nodded.
“Then do as I asked.” Leaning forward, he nipped where his hands had previously been and listened to the sharp intake of air that followed. “And do it quickly, darlin’.”
He watched with satisfaction as Mackenzie’s legs lowered and they parted, revealing a scrap of material that shouldn’t rightfully be called underwear. It was the seat that happened to be the most telling. The royal blue fabric was damp. Ashleigh’s lids dipped as the scent of specially blended moisturizer fought and lost against the distinct smell of her arousal. His fingers danced across her knees before he shoved them further apart and stared at her fully.
“Give them to me,” he said in a rasp.
Her hands lifted and the light caught on something that made him pause, something that had no business being where it was when he was touching her. “Stop.”
Her hands froze.
“Take off the ring.”
All at once, awareness seemed to snap her spine straight, making her unnaturally still. “Ashleigh—”
“That wasn’t a request, Mackenzie. Take off the ring. Take it off now.”
She tried to stand and he placed a hand to her belly, nudging her back. “Did I say you could stand?”
Defiance made her quiet.
“Did I?” he prodded.
Her head slowly swayed.
“So then why did you?” Ashleigh tilted his head. “Are we angling for punishment?” A shudder moved through her that made him want to pant. “Answer the question, plums.”
“No, sir,” she retorted quietly.
He ignored the burst of delight that detonated in his chest at the way she fell into step. “Sure? Because you seem to be. I think you crave it. To be bent over my lap, your panties around your ankles and your shirt flipped upward.”
Silence.
Biting down on the inside of his cheek, he told her, “I’m not going to say it again—take off the ring.”
Her hands moved, her right covering the left as she focused on twisting off the offending thing circling her finger. He held open his palm and she placed it there. “I have half a mind to drop it down the garbage disposal, but I’d rather see Frost’s face when you give it back to him. And you will be giving it back. Make no mistake about that, plums.”
Again there was no response, objection or otherwise.
Ashleigh sat the inadequate—by his estimation—piece of jewelry on the coffee table and nodded between her thighs. “Back to what you were doing.”
Her thumbs hooked into the sides of the lace and her hips lifted as she rolled them down, placing one foot against his shoulder while doing so. The glimpse of raspberry pink flesh he received made his mouth water in anticipation.
He took the panties also, stretched them between his hands. “No reaction?” Ashleigh peered at her, watching the way her nostrils flared. “These are soaked, Mac. For me.”
Mackenzie’s jaw worked.
“Say it.”
Her chest heaved.
“Say they’re soaked for me and I’ll give you what I promised the other night. I’ll leave you trembling.”
A war took place, one that he witnessed clearly when she caught the bottom rim of her mouth and cinched down, closing her eyes.
Ashleigh slapped the couch and her gaze refocused on him. “Say it.”
Her throat worked and he waited, barely able to draw in a normal breath. Finally, the words came through strong and without hesitation when she announced, “My panties are soaked for you. My nipples are hard for you. And no matter how stupid of a decision it may be, I want you to fuck me. At the moment I can’t think of anything else.” She angled and held his gaze unflinchingly. “I want the barbarian.”
Twelve
There was something severely wrong with her. Whether or not there was a medical term for her condition, Mackenzie wasn’t sure. All she could be certain of was that at some point—in the very near future—she was going to bang her head repeatedly into a wall for her current choices. Because…dumb. What she was currently doing was so dumb, and yet she couldn’t halt the slide of her palms against Ashleigh’s spine when he flattened her to the couch. His mouth came down, and his tongue took all reason she may have had. Thinking became a chore, and suddenly she couldn’t remember why she’d given this up, why she’d walked away. Common sense pushed against lust, arguing that she’d done it because outside of sex, she and Ashleigh had lost their way. She told common sense to shut the fuck up and take a seat until she was ready to deal with it again.
Ashleigh nipped the corner of her mouth and her hands balled against the muscles bunching in his shoulders as he rose over her. Her thighs came apart with the insistent nudge of his knee and he settled between them. The roll of his hip and the scrape of denim covering the sizeable length of him made a moan thunder up from her belly. Mackenzie lifted to catch the sensation again and he growled. The hard press of his chest against her own allowed her to feel the sound. Her nipples became tighter, achy. His palm rasped beneath her shirt and skirted up her belly, the roughness abrading one tip, rotating in a touch that almost made her draw blood when she bit her lip. The other played between her thighs, his middle finger gliding into the wetness he’d caused, only to come up and encircle her clit. She felt his cock jump and her gut clenched.
She released a soft, “Please” into his mouth, watching as his eyes slammed shut.
His jaw worked and he backed off of her to say, “I wanted to go slower with you.”
“Fast,” she panted, moving to the button on his shorts and grasping his zipper. “Slow later. Fast now.”
Mackenzie had his zipper down and the flaps parted, her hands searching for what was inside. He caught the one tugging at the band on his boxer briefs. “Wait.”
A whimper of frustration sounded off and she realized it had come from her. “Yes?”
“Birth control?”
She knew her face showed her confusion.
“Are you still on birth control?” Ashleigh asked a little more specifically.
“Oh…yes. Never stopped. After Arista…”
He nodded sharply. “The world needs time to prepare proper military force before she gets a minion to direct.”
Mackenzie felt her mouth twitch and was compelled to ask a question that she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer to. “What about you?”
Ashleigh looked to be debating whether he should give a response and it made her withdraw. It was subtle, but he noticed. Pinning her thigh to the couch, he told her as plainly as humanly possible, “I haven’t had sex with another person since you told me you were…” He stopped, sucked in a breath and began again. “Your flag is still here.” His fingers cinched down on her skin in a gentle squeeze. “It was never moved. After the engagement, I discovered that I just…couldn’t. Naturally I thought it was medical so I took a visit to my physician who was entirely too happy to inform me—after testing—that it was psychosomatic.”
Wait… “Are you telling me that you couldn’t get an erection?”
Face reddening, he slowly nodded and gritted out, “Yes.”
“Because you wanted me?”
The embarrassment faded and his eyes blazed down at her. “Always have. Always will.”
The yearning there, it pulled at her, unleashing something brutal. Something possessive and fierce. Mackenzie curved a hand around his nape and yanked his head down, crushing her mouth to his.
His groans made her kiss all the more insistent as she pushed her tongue between his lips, licking at him. Her pussy clamped down in search of what his hands promised. Ashleigh took hold of her legs beneath her knees and spread them wide, settling against her again. He tore at her shirt, flipping it up and out of the way as he released her mouth to attack a nipple. Heat pooled in her belly at the tug of his lips.
This man, this silly incredible man, had gone almost eight full months without sex because he hadn’t wanted anyone else but her. Mackenzie was in awe.
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“Your flag is still here.”
She swallowed the ridiculous lump in her throat and worked on getting his shorts and underwear down. He helped, slipping them over tree trunk thighs packed with sinew. She just needed them far enough to retrieve her prize. Thick, long, curved and hard, the moment it appeared, craving rode her.
His tongue swirled and she almost lost focus. His hands moved, shifting down her torso again. She opened to him and felt the slide of his digits over the plump, aroused lips of her sex. The rising gasp in her mouth sharpened when he dipped into her pussy and pulled back.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured against her chest, peering up at her. A boyish smile curled his lips and she could remember moments like this in the bed of his pick up. The nights when they’d find themselves groping and reaching, never going too far because she had been determined that their first time would be some place better than the back of his Ford. It never stopped the skill of his hands though, his mouth. It never stopped the satisfied pulse in her core afterwards.
His hand turned and suddenly two fingers tunneled into Mackenzie, curving with the dexterity of experience. She arched with a hiss and her mouth dropped open. “Ash…”
“The first time is just for you, plums,” Ashleigh whispered, fucking her with his hand. “I want to watch you come.” His thumb flicked at the tight nub of her clit while his middle and fore fingers made a come hither motion inside her pussy, brushing across a spot that made stars burst in her eyes. She cried out and his stare darkened, his mouth twisting into a snarl. “That’s right. All over my hand. And then all over my dick.”
She couldn’t breathe. The heat spread, catching the speed of a bullet before ramming into her. Mackenzie’s back bowed, her lashes fluttered and the orgasm arced up, leaving her unable to do anything aside from let it take over. Ashleigh stayed with her, his hand never stopping as he sent her higher. The moment she crashed, he withdrew, tossed her left leg across his forearm and drove into her with one deep thrust.
Mackenzie wailed before abruptly shutting off the noise and closing her mouth.
He shuddered and shook his head. “Open your mouth, Mackenzie.”
The lash of his command made her immediately do as she was told. Her lips parted and sounds, that would have embarrassed her with anyone else, poured out with each savage ram of his cock. The friction alone from him stretching her was enough to send her spiraling into oblivion. Her nails scored his shoulders, coming to rest above the flexing muscles of his ass. She immediately wished that they were in front of a mirror so she could watch the play of strength as he powered into her. His clothing was barely pushed off, her thigh-highs still on and her t-shirt was simply shoved out of his way so he could watch her tits bounce, something he’d always loved.
She lowered her eyes to where their bodies were joined, watching his member withdraw as he glided into her, glistening with her juices. A curse pushed its way out. He bent her knee back towards her chest, going impossibly deeper and her eyes rolled.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ashleigh growled hoarsely. “Missed this. Missed this so much. You feel so goddamn good, plums.”
A shameful little blubber was all that she could offer. The graze of his shorts, the rub of his thumb against the pit of her knee, his open mouth kiss to her chin and the determined tap of his sex all served to make her toes curl inside of her socks. She leaned up to cinch her teeth down on one of the tendons of his shoulders and listened to his grunt. He returned the bite and sucked. Another curse shot out of her and then she was coming again, clawing at the dip in his back where a light sheen of sweat had gathered.
Ashleigh made a low grumbling sound as she milked him. He pushed her into another climax, his face set hard. When she released a shout that bounced off the walls of her family room, he finally stiffened and followed her over, groaning her name the entire way.
“Next time,” he huffed. “Slower.”
She waved a hand, heaving, “Yeah. Slower. Definitely slower.”
***
Mackenzie fell forward into the sheets of her bed, turning her face so that she had a reasonable crook to breathe from while Ashleigh hoisted her ass up in the air. Huge hands molded to the generous halves of her backside, spreading them while he fucked her from behind at a pace that was inhuman.
She released a sob when his strokes changed from long and demanding to shorter jabs that drove her further up the mattress. Her hands fisted the comforter and she begged, “Harder.”
“Harder?” he repeated, growling.
Nodding, she dipped her spine low and commanded again, “Harder.”
Ashleigh cursed and tangled his fingers in her locs, yanking her head back for a bruising kiss. It left her screaming into his mouth as he did what she’d requested.
The punishing strokes turned her simple clench of fabric into a clawing that would have shredded the sheets if she were any stronger. When he flattened her completely to the mattress and crushed her back to his chest, the rhythmic drumming of his cock changed angles, deepening until he brushed the place that kept him separated from her actual womb. A hiccup came this time, one that she couldn’t stop at the grinding motion he implemented, his hand snaking past her belly and down to her pussy. His middle and forefingers captured her clit and twisted.
Mackenzie bit his forearm, almost bucking him off as a climax catapulted up and launched full force.
“Mine,” Ashleigh rumbled, catching the lobe of her left ear between his teeth. “Fucking. Mine.”
She may have foolishly agreed had she been able to form a coherent sentence, but her tongue suddenly felt as though it were numb. Grateful that she hadn’t swallowed it, she bit down harder and took the slap to her ass without flinching as she gave herself over to the orgasm, gasping around the muscle captured by her mouth.
His sex swelled within her and she purposely tightened down, greedily taking everything he had when he came.
Ashleigh nuzzled her nape after a stretch of silence and said, “Slower—“
“—Next time,” Mackenzie finished, wheezing slightly. “We’ll totally go slower.”
***
Ashleigh kept his shoulders pressed to the headboard, gritting his teeth against the too feminine sound that had almost shot out of his throat. He grappled with not knowing where he wanted to put his hands; Mackenzie’s currently eye level bouncing breasts, her gyrating waist, or the globes of her perfect ass. Small hands were on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him. Her head was tossed back, eyes closed and lips parted, begging for his tongue. Her locs spilled over her shoulders, some brushing his raised knees the further her neck curved.
He looked down to catch the erotic show of his cock disappearing between the dark, cream coated lips of her sex. His balls drew up, ordering a release. He needed to come and he needed to come now. But that would interfere with the view, wouldn’t it? The gasping breathes. The whimpers. The pleas.
Mackenzie’s pussy snapped down and he closed his eyes, fighting that sound again while he finally decided to settle one hand on her hip and the other on her ass. Holding her still above him, he gained more leverage by planting his feet against the bed fully and thrusting upwards. She went from holding his shoulders to clutching the bedframe, her cinnamon eyes wide, mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ that he intended to use lewdly later tonight.
“Fuck,” she swore, further heightening the tightness in his member. “Right there. Right. There.” She shook her head in what seemed to be a mindless gesture. “Coming, Ash. Can’t stop it.”
“Then come. Who’s stopping you from coming, plums? Hmm?” He was shoving her down on his dick now. His movements were jerky and agitated as he watched the way her face changed. When her lashes fanned, he pinched a nipple and tugged with the hand that had been on her shoulder. A noise trapped between a keen and a moan left her and then she was milking him, her internal muscles feathering over his cock in a clutch so intense that he finally lost the battle with that too feminine soun
d. It poured out of him and he gave Mackenzie every drop of come he had to offer.
She kissed him. A roll of tongues and lips that mimicked the hard paced joining so well his chest felt as though it would simply collapse inward at any moment. When it stopped, they were a tangle of limbs pressed together, Mackenzie’s temple resting on his shoulder.
“Next time,” he began, only to have her place a palm to his mouth, covering it.
“Shush, shush, shush,” she silenced. “Quiet now. Just…quiet.”
Ashleigh didn’t argue.
***
Sluggish. That was the best way to describe her currently—sluggish and satisfied. So very thoroughly satisfied. Mackenzie’s thoughts were few and she was content with the steady thrum of Ashleigh’s heartbeat thumping beneath her ear, as she lay comfortably curled into his hard, warm form. The sparse hair on his chest tickled her cheek and she grinned, enjoying the sensation of his fingers dancing down the dip in her back.
This was…nice. It was nice and normal and decadent; a few things that she hadn’t had the pleasure of in…well, she didn’t really want to estimate the amount of time. There was a niggling little voice trying to increase its own volume to call her all kinds of derogatory names for the ridiculous and foolish decision she’d made to hump Ashleigh on almost every available surface of her home. Much in the same way that she’d told common sense to shut the entire fuck up, she told the niggling. It could all go to shit later, much later. She just needed to enjoy the indulgence of his hands, his skin, and his well-learned knowledge of what she needed to come. That was really all she wanted at the moment.
Ashleigh’s chin moved when he yawned, nudging the top of her head. “Is it wrong that I don’t really feel like unloading all my things from the guest room to drag it down here?”
Frowning, Mackenzie opened her eyes a fraction. “Why would you need to move your things?”