Hot and Bothered

by Elle Kennedy

  “Are you going to be a good girl while I take what I want?” he asked roughly.

  She managed a nod.

  “Is that a yes?”

  “Yes,” she choked out.

  “Good.”

  She trembled when his finger slid down the crease of her ass toward her wet slit. He toyed with her opening, dipping his finger into the moisture pooled there. She thrust her butt out, desperate to feel those long, talented fingers inside her, but he ignored the silent request and moved his hand away. His index finger danced north again, this time rubbing her ass, teasing the puckered hole. At the first feel of the erotic invasion, she clamped her teeth down on her bottom lip to stifle a cry of pleasure.

  His soft chuckle broke through the silence. “You like it, don’t you, baby? My finger inside your tight ass?”

  She shuddered. Anticipation so great, so intense, slammed into her and had her sagging against the mattress. “Will,” she started, but he silenced her with another gentle slap.

  He pushed the tip of his finger into her ass. When a moan escaped her lips, he spanked her again.

  Oh God. She wasn’t sure she could take any more of this. Her entire body reacted to him. Muscles taut, legs quivering, nipples as hard as icicles.

  The hiss of a zipper being tugged down filled the air. Will’s finger left her. She heard him slide out of his jeans, the denim making a soft thud as it hit the hardwood floor. She heard the sound of plastic ripping as he rolled on a condom. Lightning flashed against the windowpane. A crash of thunder followed. She held her breath. She waited. And still he made no move to touch her again.

  Eagerness coiled in her belly. Her skin was tight, muscles tense, and she knew, any second now, she’d explode. The ripples of her impending orgasm rose to the surface, danced just out of reach.

  It seemed like hours before he spoke again.

  “You’ve got such a sweet pussy,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

  She whimpered, wanting to beg him to do it, to slide his cock deep inside her, but she stayed quiet like he’d ordered.

  He moved closer, the tip of his dick brushing over her ass cheeks.

  Long fingers gripping her ass, digging into her flesh…

  She climaxed before he even entered her.

  The orgasm sizzled down her spine, bringing with it streaks of lightning and a crash of thunder that had nothing to do with the storm wreaking havoc outside the farmhouse. Dear God. She gasped for air, coming hard and fast, her soft cries and uncontrollable moans filling the bedroom.

  She sank forward on her hands, unable to hold herself up, but Will grabbed her hips and forced her to stay in position. He plunged his cock into her, the force of the thrust causing her to gasp again.

  “Take it in,” he muttered, his fingers clutching her ass. “All of it, Mackenzie.”

  She inhaled deeply, forcing her muscles to relax. He was big, his cock long and thick as it filled her pussy. With past lovers, she’d only taken in what she wanted, didn’t allow them to push the boundaries, but Will didn’t give her a choice. He slammed into her roughly.

  He gripped her hips tightly and drove into her with a pace that was feverish and wild. Her inner muscles clasped over him. “You’re so tight, Mac,” he ground out.

  Rotating his hips, he slowed the pace, his hand reaching down to find her swollen clit. He rolled the nub between his fingers, massaging it gently.

  Arousal spun through her like a tornado, blowing across her flushed skin until she could barely breathe from the heat consuming her body. Will grabbed her hand and brought it up to her clit, forced her to rub the slick flesh. Mackenzie stroked herself, feeling another orgasm swell inside her. His breath was hot on the back of her neck as he pushed his cock into her again, slowly this time. Both arms wrapped around her from behind, and his hands found her breasts. He palmed each one and teased her nipples with his thumbs.

  “Yes,” she begged. “Like that, touch me just like that.” The orgasm fluttered closer, closer, closer…

  He pinched her nipples. Hard.

  Pain. Pleasure.

  She cried out his name as she came again, clawing at the sheets. He thrust into her, out and in and in and out until she had no clue where one orgasm began and another ended. Sweat coated her forehead, her legs felt numb, and her body was on fire.

  Will’s fingers curled over her hips as he fucked her. She wanted to turn her head and see his expression. Wanted to know if he was as needy and hot and overwhelmed as she was. But when she tried to tilt her head, he tangled his fingers in her hair and forced her to stay put.

  A moment later he let out a hoarse cry and shuddered with release. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before finally withdrawing. Her body instantly felt the loss. She whimpered in disappointment and fell onto the mattress, her breasts aching against the material of her nightie.

  Rolling onto her back, she looked up at Will, her best friend, the man who’d just rocked her entire world. He still wore his black long-sleeved T-shirt, but sweat coated the front, causing the material to cling to his rippled chest. She lowered her gaze and feasted on his lower body, the firm muscular thighs, the hard cock that had just brought her to a level of pleasure she’d never known.

  Swallowing, she locked her gaze with his, floored by the stark desire she saw in his stormy dark eyes.

  She managed a hesitant smile, suddenly feeling far too exposed as she lay on the bed in front of him, naked from the waist down. “Well,” she started, then cringed at the ridiculous conversation opener. “That was…” she struggled for words, “…nice.”

  Nice? Yeah right. The word didn’t come close to doing justice to what had happened between them.

  Will’s expression flickered with both approval and amusement. With a crooked grin, he grabbed his collar and peeled the shirt off his spectacular chest.

  Moving closer, he swept his tongue over his lower lip and said, “We’re just getting started, Mackenzie.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Will tossed his shirt aside and headed for the bed. He’d never seen anything sexier than the sight of Mackenzie lying there, her silky black hair fanned across the pillow underneath her head, her legs spread open wide.

  He’d wanted this woman from the second he’d met her in sophomore year. She was fucking gorgeous, with her tousled, raven-colored hair, eyes as blue as a glacier lake, a sexy, leggy body. After she’d promptly relegated him to friend territory, he’d learned to appreciate her other attributes. The sharp wit, the contagious laughter, even the damn visions. Oh, he knew all about the visions, and he was well aware that they were the reason she was determined to fight the attraction between them. She thought her gift scared men away. Maybe it did. But he wasn’t some men. He was the man.

  And tonight he intended to show Mackenzie exactly what he had to offer.

  Never taking his eyes off her, he lowered his body onto the mattress and pressed it to hers. When he noticed she still wore her thin gray nightshirt, he grabbed the hem and pulled the garment off her. His mouth watered at the sight of her tits. Full, perky, with small rosy nipples that stood to attention the moment his gaze dropped to them.

  Mackenzie shivered.

  He smiled faintly and reached out to stroke the swell of one breast. “What did you see tonight?” he asked roughly.

  She blinked, surprised by the question. “What?”

  He massaged one tantalizing breast, enjoying the way her skin flushed under his gentle caress. “The vision in the living room. What did you see?”

  “Nothing. There was no vision.”

  She was lying. He always knew when she was being dishonest, saw it in the way her forehead creased, the way she averted her eyes.

  “Tell me what you saw.”

  “No.”

  He removed his hand from her breast. Obvious disappointment shone in her eyes. She tried to guide his hand back to her tits, but he set his mouth in a firm line. “Tell me.”

  A long silence stretched between them. Th
e sound of rain hitting the windowpane filled the dark bedroom, a rhythmic pounding that matched the thudding of his pulse. Mac shifted her head, and her hair tickled the bottom of his chin. He inhaled the scent of lilac and vanilla. The flowery aroma mingled with the sweet scent of sex lingering between them, flooding his senses and making his cock twitch. He wanted to fuck her again, but quickly reined in the urge. Not yet. Not until she told him what she’d seen, what had freaked her out so badly in the living room.

  “I saw…” She sucked in a breath, then released it slowly, the warm stream of air heating his collarbone. “I saw you.”

  He raised one brow. “Me.”

  “Yes.”

  “What else?”

  “This.”

  “Be more specific.”

  She let out a strangled groan. “I saw you fucking me, okay? I felt your cock inside me, your tongue all over my skin, your fingers dragging over every inch of my body. Satisfied?”

  “Oh yeah.” He touched her chin and forced her to look at him. “Did it scare you?”

  “What do you think?”

  She sounded so forlorn that he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Are you scared now?”

  “No.”

  “Good,” he said with a nod. Shifting over, he propped himself up on one elbow and eyed her curiously. “I want to know more.”

  “I already told you everything. I had a vision of the two of us having sex. What more could you want?”

  “I want you to tell me exactly what you saw.” He cupped one breast again and squeezed. “And while you tell me, I’m going to make every last detail come true.” He saw her hesitation and frowned. “Too late to back out, remember? So start talking, Mac.”

  Her delicate throat bobbed as she swallowed. “In the vision your mouth was on my breasts.”

  He moved over so that he was straddling her smooth, firm thighs. His cock nestled against her slick pussy, but he resisted the urge to slide inside that tight paradise. His mouth hovered over her tits as he murmured, “What was I doing?”

  “Kissing. Licking.”

  He dipped his head and trailed open-mouth kisses along her skin. Fuck, he loved the taste of this woman. Sweet, spicy, feminine. His tongue darted out and traced the swell of one breast, then the other. “What else?”

  “You were sucking my nipples.”

  “Hard? Gentle?”

  “Hard,” she wheezed out. “It…hurt. In a good way. I almost came from the feel of your teeth biting into me.”

  He ignored the ever-growing hardness between his legs and brought the vision to life. He licked each nipple, flicked his tongue over them, and then drew one deep into his mouth. He sucked, captured the tight bud between his teeth and bit it lightly.

  “Like that?”

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  He circled her areola with his tongue, squeezing her other breast with his hand and feeling her heart pounding against his palm. His cock was so stiff he could barely move. He brushed his tongue over her flushed skin, then cupped her breasts and pushed them together so he could feast on both nipples. He was rougher than usual, sucking so hard he thought he might hurt her. But she didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she moaned softly, tangled her fingers in his hair, and held onto his head to keep it on her tits.

  With a ragged breath, he pulled back. “What else happened in the vision?”

  “You kissed your way down my body.”

  With a satisfied nod, he moved his mouth south. He didn’t leave one inch of her smooth, creamy skin unkissed. He circled her belly button with his tongue, rubbed his lips over her hipbones, her flat stomach, all the way down to her bare pussy.

  She moaned and arched her hips, thrusting into his waiting mouth.

  “Did I lick you in the vision?” he muttered.

  She responded with a sigh, which he took as a yes.

  Parting her thighs with his palms, he pressed his lips to her and gave her one lazy lick. She tasted so damn sweet he couldn’t help but lap up her juices before pushing his tongue inside her wet hole.

  “What else?” he demanded, lifting his mouth a fraction of an inch. “What else did I do?”

  “You…sucked on my clit.”

  From the way she choked out the words, he could tell she was having trouble speaking. Good. He wanted her mindless with lust, wanted her to realize the pleasure he could bring her, the pleasure only he could bring her.

  His pulse drummed in his ears, making it hard to think, breathe, act. But this wasn’t about him. This was about Mackenzie. He lowered his lips again and flicked his tongue over her swollen clit. When she bucked her hips, he reached for her legs and lifted each one over his shoulders. He tongued her for a few delicious moments, groaning when she wrapped her legs tighter around his shoulders and locked her ankles together.

  Fuck, he didn’t know how long he could hold out. His cock was harder than ever, soaked with pre-come and pleading to be inside Mac’s tightness again.

  With a strangled breath, he raised his head and met her glazed eyes. “Did I make you come in the vision?”

  She nodded, her expression tortured and aroused, her cheeks red with desire. “Twice.”

  He arched a brow. “That’s a tall order.”

  A tiny grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I think you can handle it.”

  “I can handle anything you throw my way, baby.”

  Will grinned back and dipped his head between her legs before she had a chance to respond.

  Latching his lips over her clit, he sucked the tight bud in his mouth. Mac cried out, the cry transforming into a sexy moan when he shoved one finger deep inside her. He added a second finger, then a third. Fingered her hard while he tongued her sweet spot until a low groan slipped from her throat and she came.

  “Oh God…Will!”

  Satisfaction like he’d never experienced hit him, and his name on her lips made his cock twitch uncontrollably. He nearly blew his load right then and there from the feel of her clit pulsating against his tongue and her inner muscles clamping down on his fingers. She writhed on the bed, saying his name over and over again, and just when he felt her orgasm subside, he moved his other hand to her ass and shoved a finger inside it. Another groan, wild with desire, slipped from her lips and she came a second time.

  “Is that what you saw?” he murmured after she’d stopped shuddering.

  She replied with a breathy moan.

  Smiling, he slid up her body and covered her mouth with his. She kissed him back, her tongue eager and greedy as it explored every crevice of his mouth. He could still taste her on his lips, and knowing she could taste it too quickened his pulse and drove him fucking wild.

  “I saw a lot more,” she whispered against his lips.

  “Yeah? Tell me.”

  “No. I’d rather show you.”

  With the hint of a smile, she slid her hand between their slick, naked bodies and curled her fingers over his rock-hard shaft. White-hot pleasure sliced through him at the exact moment a streak of lightning lit up the bedroom. The light washed over Mac’s face, and the raw lust he saw flashing across it made his cock jerk in her hand.

  She crawled down his body and took his dick into her mouth. His balls tightened at the sight of her rosy lips wrapped around him. His mind swam in a sea of excitement as her warm tongue devoured his cock, licking him from base to tip, grazing the sensitive underside and swirling over his balls. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d fantasized about this.

  “Do you like what I’m doing?” Her voice came out throaty, making her sound like the seductress she was.

  “Oh yeah.”

  She licked the drop of moisture that squeezed out of his tip and he shuddered. He was dangerously close to coming, so close that he yanked her up by the hair and forced her greedy mouth away from his cock.

  Gripping her waist, he ground his cock against her pussy and kissed her roughly. Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck. “I want you inside me again,” she said softly.
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  “No.”

  Annoyance clouded her face. “Why the hell not?”

  “Because we need to get a couple things straight first.”

  “I already don’t like the sound of this.”

  “Too fucking bad.” He locked his gaze with hers. “This isn’t going to be one night, Mackenzie.”

  “Will—”

  “You’re not going to shove me back in the friend zone when we wake up tomorrow.”

  From the flicker of guilt in her eyes, he realized that’s exactly what she’d planned to do. Chalk this up to a one-night-stand, or maybe a fluke, and try to make things go back to normal. He knew her too damn well, knew how her mind worked, and right now, her mind continued to hold on to the fear that he’d leave her.

  The unfounded fear. Because he would never leave her. He didn’t care about her visions, and he certainly didn’t agree with her ridiculous notion that if she let him in, she’d lose him.

  Steel lacing his tone, he added, “We belong together.”

  Her features creased with pain. “You’re my best friend.”

  Frustration coiled inside of him. He was so fucking sick of hearing those words. “So what?” he shot back. “I can be your lover, too.” When she tried to edge away, he held on tight. “You won’t lose me, damn it. Your visions don’t scare me, Mac. I won’t walk away from you the next time you see the damn future.”

  “You don’t get it. I can’t control what I see, or when I see it.” She sounded frazzled.

  “I don’t expect you to ignore what you see.”

  “I’m hard to live with.”

  “You’re harder to live without.”

  “It’s hard for me to let go of control in the bedroom.”

  “You let go tonight.”

  “Stop being so fucking logical.”

  He grinned. “I can’t help it. We make sense together. You know it’s true.”

  She looked like she was about to argue, so he silenced her with a kiss. While his tongue tangled with hers, he stroked her breasts with one hand, while moving the other between her legs. She moaned the second his fingers brushed over her clit, and he decided maybe it was time to show her again. Show her how well they fit together, how fiercely he could turn her on, how much she needed him by her side.