Get Your Sexy On

by Kimberky Kaye Terry

  Áren·t you going to make love to me? What do you want from me, Mac?µ She turned her head to

  glance at him over her shoulder.

  Her breathing was labored, red lips lush and enticing.

  His nostrils flared with the scent of sex, heady and palpable in the room.

  Í want to fuck you senseless.µ

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  H is strokes were hard and strong, jostling her body with the force of his thrusts. Sienna whimpered and

  moaned, forced to lower her upper body, her elbows and forearms flush on the carpeted floor as she

  accepted his glorious fucking.

  As he plunged and retreated inside her drenched sex, his balls insistently tapping against her

  backside, she reared her ass back, grinding on his cock, twisting her body to better accommodate his thick

  girth. She mewled and cried with every corkscrew drive of his hips.

  When one of his big hands strongly smacked one of her ass cheeks, she yelped.

  He withdrew from her, easing himself out, and Sienna cried out, Ńo, please³µ

  He reached a hand down and she felt him replace his shaft with one of his fingers. He pushed into

  her vagina far enough to swirl a thick finger inside her creaming core, withdrawing some of her juices,

  before plunging his cock deep inside her once more.

  He covered her back with his chest, his breath ragged and hot against the back of her neck. He inserted his finger into her mouth.

  Sienna knew what to do.

  Úmmm,µ she moaned, and

  clamped her lips around his finger, suckling as he continued to move

  inside her. He kept his hand in her mouth and slammed his body in and out of hers, in an orchestrated

  dance.

  Some of his thrusts were short, tight, the others long, nearly easing himself out completely, his round

  knob resting at the mouth of her sex, before he·d ram back into her.

  The strokes were so deep, so powerful, they edged on painful.

  Sienna accepted each one, though,

  grinding herself on his shaft, welcoming the power and the pain/pleasure of his depth.

  Soon she felt the beginnings of an orgasm unfurl within her belly. Rolling her hips to capture every

  inch of his pounding cock, her breasts brushed against the carpet, her nipples overly sensitive, and she

  cried out.

  When he removed his finger from her mouth and captured her clit between two fingers, swirling the

  blood-filled tip, her orgasm broke.

  ´Yes, God, yes, just like that.

  Please, just like that, please, please don·t stop³µ Her keens reached a

  crescendo, and when she felt another stinging slap to her ass, she screamed loudly, the

  pleasure

  intensifying to nearly

  unbearable proportions.

  ´This is mine! Damn you for fucking that asshole Marks!

  Never again, do you hear me?µ

  Í didn·t! I was only³µ

  He slapped her ass again, harder, in rhythm with his jabbing cock and toying fingers on her clit, over

  and over, sending her cresting the top, her orgasm shattering her body into a million pieces.

  The power of her release shook her small body. Shaking and trembling, she was limp, unable to move

  as he rocked into her. Her pussy fastened down, milking him as ferociously as he was rocking into her.

  ´Yes, goddamn! Yes!µ He roared and held on tight, his fingers digging into her hips.

  He gave one final thrust before he shouted as his fingers gripped her hips even tighter, and he, too,

  released.

  When it was over, when he·d completed his orgasm and

  withdrew from her, his big body was draped

  on top of hers.

  As he lay on top of her back, pressing her into the carpet, the sweat from their combined bodies

  quickly cooled in the air-conditioned room.

  Sienna shivered from both the cool air and in reaction to the man who·d delivered on his promise³to

  fuck her senseless.

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  ´Y ou okay?µ Mac asked, easing away.

  He had to force his body away from the temptation of hers, afraid he·d hurt her during his rough

  lovemaking.

  Í·m fine. Why?µ she asked, her voice quiet yet strained-sounding to his ears.

  Mac glanced worriedly over at her as he yanked the condom off, tossing it in the small trash can.

  He pulled his slacks back up the length of his legs and shrugged his shirt up over his head.

  In his haste to get inside her, he had only shoved his slacks far enough to release his dick and get at

  her. Now, dressed, his pants fastened, he offered his hand to her.

  He saw the hesitancy in her expression before she placed hers inside of his, allowing him to help her

  stand.

  Í shouldn·t have been so rough with you,µ he muttered.

  She didn·t respond, simply gathered her torn clothes, and attempted to put them on.

  ´Here, let me help.µ

  Ńo. I·m fine,µ she replied in a soft yet clipped tone. She turned her body away from him to put on

  her clothes.

  Mac·s hand dropped at his side.

  He ran both hands through his hair in frustration, spiking it over his head. He felt like shit as he glumly watched her pull her torn blouse on, her averted face flushing when she pulled the ragged ends

  together, fisting the fabric, to keep it closed, because he·d ripped the buttons off in his haste to get at her.

  ´God, I·m so sor³µ

  Ĺook, you don·t owe me any apologies,µ she interrupted, cutting her eyes toward him before turning

  away. Í·m sure it was pretty obvious how much I wanted it, toward the end there. Actually, from the

  beginning. You turn me on, even when you·re calling me a

  whore.µ She laughed, without humor. ´You know

  the way out. Same way you came in.µ

  She brushed past him, walking down the hallway and out of sight.

  He waited, undecided.

  Turning, he walked toward her front door. He paused, with the door open, torn.

  After the way he·d just made love to her, he knew she

  probably wanted him to get the hell out of her

  house, and out of her life.

  A grim determination settled over him.

  There was no way in hell he was going to do that.

  She had gotten under his skin two years ago, and no matter how she denied it, no matter what she

  said to him, or herself, he knew he·d gotten under hers as well.

  No woman reacted the way she had, creamed all over a man·s dick, moaned and cried out as he

  fucked her, the way she did³if she didn·t have some type of feelings.

  Even if the feelings were all about the sex.

  He·d build on that.

  Mac·s mouth set, determined; he closed the door and set out after her, striding down the hallway, searching for her.

  He came to a stop in the

  entryway to her darkened living-room area. He saw her as she was walking

  into the kitchen after turning on a small light. Her steps were slow, careful, as though she held the weight

  of the world on her small shoulders.

  After Sienna turned on the light, she made her way to the oven.

  Closing her eyes, she braced her hands on the counter and

  inhaled a deep, shaky breath before

  opening them again.

  Glancing down at her blouse, with the ripped buttons, she felt a renewed sense of shame.

  She·d allowed him to take her like an animal.

  No, scratch that.

  She·d gloried in him taking her like an animal.

  The image of his hard back draping hers as he·d rocked into her had her squeezing
her thighs together³an exquisite memory of having housed him deep inside her body.

  Sienna shook her head, trying her damndest to chase the image out of her mind.

  She opened the door to one of the cabinets. Standing on tiptoes, she blindly tapped around the upper

  shelf, searching for her Baggie of specially blended tea to help her relax.

  She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed, curl her body around her favorite pillow, in the fetal

  position, and go to sleep.

  Óuch!µ she cried when she lost her balance and stumbled, hopping on one foot. She would have

  fallen, had not a strong pair of hands caught her around the waist, steadying her. His touch caused a

  current of electricity to pass from her to him, and she yelped.

  Spinning around in Mac·s loose embrace, her heart thudding loudly, Sienna glanced up at him,

  startled.

  She·d assumed he·d left when she heard her front door open and close.

  She licked dry lips and

  swallowed, their gazes locked.

  She coughed and tried to ease out of his

  embrace.

  When he tightened his arms around her waist, instead of releasing her, she waited patiently.

  She wasn·t going there with him again. No more angry, hair-pulling, dominating sex for her.

  She was

  still reeling from the last one.

  ´Thank you,µ she murmured when he released her.

  ´What were you trying to reach?

  I·ll get it for you.µ

  ´Thought I·d have some tea.

  There·s a small plastic bag of my favorite blend on the upper shelf. Don·t

  know why I had it so far back on the shelf, as short as I am,µ she said with a self-deprecating shrug.

  His gaze, hungry, roamed over her body, making her aware of her state of dress. Or undress.

  She clutched the ends of her blouse together.

  ´You·re perfect,µ he murmured in a low voice; then he turned away and searched for the tea.

  He

  found the bag and dropped it in her hand. ´Would you mind making me some of that?µ

  ´You drink tea?µ

  ´Yes. Why?µ

  She shrugged and maneuvered away from him, easing around his big body, careful not to actually

  touch him.

  Í don·t know. You don·t seem like the tea-drinking type, I guess.µ She shrugged.

  Sienna walked over to the sink and removed two clean mugs from the strainer and filled them with

  water before placing them in the microwave to heat.

  ´There·s a lot you don·t know about me, Sienna. Tea drinking is just one. I also like long walks in the

  rain, bubble baths, and watching old romantic movie classics late at night.µ

  She jerked her startled gaze to his. A small dimple appeared in his cheek. Ĺong walks in the rain,

  huh?µ She bit back an automatic answering smile.

  ´You didn·t mention the bubble baths.µ He leaned against the counter, his gaze unwavering, steady on

  her.

  ´Well, I don·t find that one too hard to believe.µ

  ´That·s one thing we haven·t done together«yet. One of the few things,µ he said in his deep, sensual

  voice.

  ´There·s a lot we haven·t ¶done·

  together, Mac. We don·t really know each other.µ

  ´Whose fault is that?µ

  She turned away from him, busying herself at the sink, wiping away the small

  splattering of water on

  the counter. She turned to face him.

  Ĺook, what happened between us was a long time ago. A chance encounter.µ

  ´You·ve made that clear.µ That small tic appeared in the corner of his mouth³the quirk she·d come to

  know meant he was angry.

  Í don·t know why you·re so mad at me. It was almost two years ago.µ The microwave dinged and she

  removed the steaming water, sinking small tea bags inside each cup.

  Í never forgot you, Sienna.µ

  ´Do you want sweetener?µ The mundane question seemed to throw him. He shook his head.

  Ńo.µ

  She handed him his mug and then opened a small jar and scooped out a healthy spoon of sugar and

  emptied it into her mug.

  Mac took a drink of the tea, watching her over the rim of the mug, before he set it down. ´Did you

  forget me?µ he asked quietly.

  Sienna sighed and walked to the other side of the counter. She placed her drink in front of her and

  settled into one of the high-backed bar stools before she faced him again.

  Ít was a long time ago, Mac. I was a different person³µ

  Í didn·t ask you that. Did you forget me?µ he interrupted her.

  His voice remained low, but she heard

  the anger, the hurt, in the casual query.

  How did she explain to him that her past, although she wasn·t ashamed of it, wasn·t something she

  wanted to revisit, even in her memories?

  Yet«she·d moved to the same small town where a man from her past lived.

  When she·d made her plans to leave DC, sent out her résumé to various schools on the East Coast,

  Mac had been at the forefront of her thoughts, no matter how she denied it.

  No. She·d never forgotten him, either.

  She remembered everything about him. Every word he·d shared about himself, his life, his family,

  she·d cataloged and stored in her mind.

  Before moving, she·d found a perfect community for her brother to live near her in the small town.

  Not only was it affordable on her teacher·s salary, but the staff was wonderful, provided

  excellent care, and

  seemed to genuinely care about the residents.

  She·d found an affordable house to buy and moved into it, feeling at home for the first time in her life.

  And in the back of her mind, she·d been waiting for the day she·d meet up again with Garrett McAllister.

  The wait hadn·t been long. She·d been as relieved as she was nervous, on pins and needles waiting.

  How did she explain something to him that she herself didn·t understand?

  Í·ve never forgotten you, either, Mac.µ Once the words were out, she searched his face, looking for

  clues that he would use her feelings against her.

  His eyes sparked before he closed down his expression.

  ´Take me to your bed?µ he asked, his hand out, waiting for her acceptance.

  He wanted her willing, she knew that. He wanted her to admit that she wanted him, as much as he

  wanted her. She needed to invite him to her bed.

  By doing so, she would be inviting him into her life.

  Sienna worried her bottom lip with her teeth.

  Her eyes roamed over his face, cataloging each feature,

  committing to memory what was already

  there.

  His face was nearly

  expressionless, but his eyes told a different story.

  In his eyes, she read fear. Fear that she·d reject him, as he thought she once had.

  He stood there, hand

  outstretched, waiting for her to reject him again.

  She placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her to him.

  Quietly she led him through the small house, up the short flight of stairs, which led to her bedroom.

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  M ac quickly shucked his

  clothes, withdrew a

  prophylactic, sheathed his erection. He laid her down on the mattress and settled his body over hers.

  Placing small kisses over her face, he lifted her by the knees, spreading her legs to

  accommodate his

  invasion, planting her feet on the mattress.

  Sienna gloried in the feel of his hard cock as it stretched her wide, impaling her. He
pushed deeper

  inside her, that final inch of dick pressed tight, nearly to her womb. His breath coming out in harsh gasps,

  he stayed that way, not moving.

  ´You don·t have to hide anything from me, Sienna. Trust me.µ

  With her hands tightly held within his, he rotated his hips, screwing them clockwise, his thrusts short

  yet deep.

  The look in his eyes was intense as he gazed into hers, his expression as intense as his lovemaking.

  Moans and sighs of gratification were the only sounds in the dark room. To Sienna the lovemaking was as simple as it was

  beautiful.

  He made sweet love to her, as he did the first time. Gentle, passionate, eyes locked

  together, as they

  held each other·s gaze. Mac grasped her hands within his, interlocking their fingers. Slowly he began a

  heated pull and drag«pushing deeply into her, cramming her body full. The hot feeling of being stretched

  by him was made more erotic with the intense way he stared deep into her eyes.

  Their release came quickly.

  Mutually they reached orgasm, this one much more subdued than their

  earlier coming together.

  When their breaths calmed and the sweat cooled from their bodies, Mac pulled her deeper against

  him, spooning his body tightly behind hers. No words were shared; their calming breaths were the only

  sounds in the dark room.

  ´You don·t have to hide anything from me, Sienna. Trust me.µ He repeated the same words he·d uttered to her before he·d made love to her.

  She pressed her back closer to his chest, her head pillowed on his outstretched arms.

  ´You know that, don·t you?µ

  ´Yes. I do.µ

  He waited for her to continue speaking, stroking his hand over her arm, down the length of her body,

  the indentation of her waist, over her hips and back to her waist.

  His hand crept to the front of her body and he feathered his hands over the springy curls covering her