THE first several minutes of “talking” involved incoherent rambling as everything poured out of Tess in a flood of pent-up angst. Her hands worked overtime, gesturing when she struggled to explain herself properly.
Mac listened to her anxious outpour without saying a word. At one point, he rolled onto his side and slid his arm over her midriff. The contact broke her tirade, especially when his fingers stroked over her skin rhythmically.
“Are you done?” he asked when Tess finished and drew in a long breath.
She managed a shaky laugh. “I think I’ve covered everything.”
“There are quite a few points to cover there. First of all, your scars are part of who you are. They don’t define you, but how you got them played a part in shaping who you are now. You’re beautiful, and only a fucking idiot would focus entirely on scars when there’s the rest of you to enjoy.” Mac’s gaze bore into hers. “Secondly, suffering from panic attacks doesn’t make you, nor should it make you feel like, you’re inferior to anyone else. It’s an issue, but you can overcome it.”
“It’s embarrassing,” she muttered and dropped her gaze.
“No, it’s understandable, given your past. If my body on top of yours makes you claustrophobic, we’ll work around that and then work through it.” His mouth pressed to her arm just above the elbow, kissed gently up the muscles to her shoulder. “You need to let me know when you’re worried or you don’t like what I’m doing.”
As his lips followed the line of her collarbone, she moaned and shifted a little. “I don’t know what to do.”
He rolled away from her, and she reached a hand out for him. He grinned, held it, and pressed a wet kiss to her open palm, sending delicious tingles racing down her arm. “Wait here for me. I’ll only be a minute.”
He was gone, and Tess spent several long moments giving herself a very stern pep talk on how this replay was going to go, and what her mind was not going to coerce her body into doing. Namely, instigating a full-blown panic attack.
Mac came back into the room, a glass in one hand, his body a work of art. She had to admit the size of his prominent erection concerned her, and adhering to the promise of honesty, voiced her worries.
The glass was pressed into her hand, an inch of deep amber liquid in the bottom. “Don’t sniff it, just down it. You won’t drink it if you smell it. It’s strong stuff.”
She swirled the liquid around and eyed it with trepidation. She’d never been a big drinker. Her system became too giddy after half a glass of wine. Then, she thought, What the hell? and tossed it back.
She choked. The whiskey hit the back of her throat and she swallowed reflexively, but the liquor burned a line of Holy Fire down her gullet and erupted like a fireball in her belly. Heat exploded outward, warming her down to her toes and to the roots of her hair.
Her breath wheezed in and gasped out as she retched once.
“Good girl,” Mac said as he took the glass from her. The pride and pleasure in his voice made her want to preen, to do it again just to hear that caress in his voice. “Give it a couple minutes for it to relax your system.”
“Oh,” she said slowly, her tongue just a little numb. “I think I’m relaxed.”
He smiled and settled back into the bed, easing her to him so her petite shoulders snuggled up against his broad chest. “Tell me what you know about sex.”
“Not a lot,” she admitted.
“All right, tell me what little you know.” He nuzzled gently into the curve of her neck and shoulder, nibbling as she arched and purred in delight.
Tess giggled. “I know where…things are supposed to go.”
“That’s a start. You said that the size of my cock worries you. Why?”
“Wouldn’t it worry you?” Brazen now, the alcohol boosting her boldness, she reached her hand back and wrapped her fingers around the steel length of him, struggling to circle the velvety girth.
“You’ll love it once it’s inside you. The first time will be the roughest in terms of being uncomfortable, because you’ve never done anything like this before and your body is unaccustomed to intimacy.”
Despite the pleasant buzz thrumming through her blood, Tess shuddered. His hands were on her skin, stroking away the unease before it had chance to set in again. “Have you ever been anyone’s first before?”
“No. But I know how to be gentle, and how to help you enjoy it, if you trust me enough to let me.”
She began to feel floaty, some inner well of peace overflowing and silencing the disquiet. Her body felt lax and free. “I don’t know you.”
Mac chuckled. “You knew enough to come here, Tess. You’ll know more and end up back here. You trust me, even if you haven’t realized it yet.”
She released his cock, unnerved by the subtle flexing rippling down it as though it was a separate entity. Something alive with a mind of its own. “You want to come inside me?”
He groaned, and his cock jumped at the question. “Yes.”
“Are you…clean?” That was the correct term, wasn’t it?
“I get tested on a regular basis, Tess. I’ve never had an STI or STD. I always practice safe sex, but with you…I want to feel you, skin to skin.” He smiled at her. “And it depends on if you’re on birth control.”
She swallowed hard. “And if I say no, you can’t? I’m on the Pill.”
“I’d be disappointed, I have to admit, and try to convince you to let me come in you further down the line but, for tonight, there are condoms in the drawer if you want them.”
He drew circles across her flat stomach, and the muscles snapped taut beneath his touch. His fingertips ran lightly over her neatly trimmed pubic area. “Lift your leg, baby, and hitch it back over my hip.”
Tess obeyed with some hesitation. What if she didn’t assume the position he wanted correctly? Would he make her feel stupid for not knowing what he wanted? Her mind ticked along sluggishly, more than willing to surrender to the alcohol, and her body was Mac’s to do what he wanted with. His hand grasped her thigh and helped adjust her to how he wanted her.
“Is that comfortable?” he murmured in her ear.
She nodded, and his hand returned to her navel and worked its way down to the place between her legs that caused her such anxiety. Her skin vibrated, akin to the soft hum of harp strings being plucked.
A single fingertip ran along the line of her sex, ever so gently teasing the folds and sensitive bundle of nerves. She began to shift restlessly and forced herself to take a deep, calming breath.
“This will feel weird,” Mac warned her quietly. His mouth roamed the nape of her neck, the curve of her shoulders. “If it gets too much, tell me. We can go as slow as you need to, Tess.”
She watched, detached from the situation a little. She was definitely tipsy now, the full influence of the alcohol taking effect. Underneath the calm, someone was screaming at her.
It’s not safe. Stop this before it’s too late.
Mac grunted softly against her back as one finger eased inside her. She was tight, she was aware of that, and not wet. The burn started as that finger poked her, drilling deeper inside. She cried out, her hands moving down to cover his.
“It’s okay, baby. Just relax.” He withdrew slowly, slipped back inside as she whimpered. Her body responded quickly, releasing moisture so his finger slid back inside easier than the first time. “Turn your head off, let the whiskey soothe your nerves, and just give your body free reign. It knows what to do, even if your head doesn’t.”
She was surrounded by scents and sounds and feelings. The smell of fresh bedding, his body, and the scent of heated arousal roused something in her. Mac’s breathing became harder and faster the more she responded to him. Her own heavy breathing and whimpers matched his.
His body enveloped her, a wall of solid muscle at her back, radiating heat and confidence. One arm lay beneath her shoulder. His hand cupped her breast and teased the nipple with little pinches and tugs. The other palmed her pubic bone as his finger plunged into her sex with shallow thrusts.
“You are so tight, Tess. It’s driving me crazy, needing to be in you. Tight and wet and hot.” His exploring finger eased deeper and he stopped, his body tense. “There it is. A fragile little thing, virginity. Just a tiny piece of skin, so easily broken.” He withdrew and used an additional finger to thrust back inside her.
Tess tried to wiggle free, the sensation of being stretched almost too much to take. His erection throbbed in the valley between her buttocks. And the steel bands began to tighten around her chest, the back of her neck, her forehead. “Mac, please.”
Everything shifted suddenly. One minute they were spooned on their sides, the next she was flat on her back, his body not quite covering hers. His mouth sealed over hers, their first kiss, and tongues went to war.
It seemed to go on forever, that first kiss, as his tongue mimicked the act they were to perform. Her hand slid up his chest, the smoothness and toned ridges, until her arm hooked around his neck and kept him close.
If she could concentrate on his mouth, she wouldn’t have to worry about what came next. What came next was new and frightening and exciting. She threw herself into the intimacy of the kiss, becoming aggressive in order to hold some control.
“You should be wet enough,” Mac said against her lips. “Normally, I’d make you suck my cock for extra lubrication, but I’m not going to push you.” He leaned over to the drawers beside the bed, opened one, and lifted out a bottle. He gave it to her and then held out a cupped hand. “Pour some into my palm.”
She was a complete bundle of terrified nerves as she fought the top off the bottle. It reflected in the vicious tremors jolting her hands and scurrying over her skin like tiny mice. She managed to pour a huge pool of lube into his hand and watched as he massaged it over his cock from root to tip, prompting his arousal to swell further.
“More,” he requested and proceeded to rub the next palm full into her sex. The coolness was a direct contrast to the liquid heat gathering between her thighs. She set the bottle aside and wished desperately for another drink to kill the edge of dread.
“Mac, I’m scared,” she pleadingly whimpered.
“Baby, you don’t need to be scared. I’ve got you. The worst part will be over and done before you know it.” His mouth trailed down to her breasts—licked and kissed, nipped here and there. “As soon as I’m inside you, I’ll change positions. Just relax, trust me, and it will be quick.”
Her breath panted out. She screwed her eyes closed and let him part her legs wide. She nearly shoved him away when his weight settled carefully, not fully, over her. She sensed the heat of his erection against her sex, the soft bulbous head pressed against the slick opening.
“Open your eyes, Tess. Look at me, baby,” he coaxed.
The steel bands tightened rapidly as she squinted them open. The sense of claustrophobia was strong and grew worse as all she could feel around her was Mac, all she could see and smell and taste was him.
“Keep your eyes on mine,” he said and kissed her deeply. As she relaxed a little, responding to the kiss and stared into the sexy green of his eyes, she felt his body tense and thought, Oh shit.
The panic attack struck again as he drove inside her in one insanely powerful thrust, rammed through untested tissues, and stripped her virginity before he reached the end of her. She screamed, the sound muffled by his kiss.
There was no air. Her body bucked frantically and forced him deeper as he held still. She bit his lip as he slipped a hand between them, sought out the sensitive bundle of nerves so close to where they were joined. A second later the world around her exploded in a rush of sensation and sound.
Her nails gouged into the flesh of his shoulders. Crazy sounds vibrated in her throat, desperate sounds of divine pleasure and savage panic.
When the pleasure and panic ebbed, she simply went limp beneath Mac’s tense body, every muscle exhausted. Even as she laid there, chest heaving, mind and body sated, the presence of his body so deep in hers pulsed like a heartbeat.
“Are you all right?” Mac’s voice broke through her delirium, hoarse and strained. Sweat pearled on his skin from the effort of holding himself so restrained inside her.
Tess made an mmmmn noise and sighed.
“Do you need me to change positions?”
“No, I-I think I’ll be okay.” She lifted her legs over his hips and locked them around him. The movement drew him deeper fractionally, and she moaned at the teasing hint of pain.
His hips began to rock, slowly, gently, little twitches moving him inside her heat, back and forth, a fraction at a time. Her hands ran down his sides, rested on his taut backside, and rose and fell with the rhythm of his body in hers.
Her body responded, hips lifting slightly to meet his downward thrusts so the harsh sound of flesh slapping against flesh seemed to echo. Her pulse hammered under his mouth as he sucked gently on the curve of her neck and shoulder.
Mac’s breath grunted softly with every squeeze of her untried inner muscles. The tempo increased, his withdrawal growing longer, his return becoming a little harder with every buck of his hips. And he touched something inside her, something that quivered to life as the head of his cock brushed over it, again and again.
Tess mewled, anticipation building, transforming, encouraging her to achieve that moment of climax. Tears slipped down her face, soaking into the hair at her temples to mix with sweat. She felt wonderfully alive, and still a little embarrassed. She couldn’t turn her damn brain off.
His hands gripped her hips, anchored her while he grew rougher as his own orgasm threatened to break free. His mouth met hers, claimed hers, the kiss as rough as the sex, and he groaned like he was in pain. “Come for me, Tess. Come now.”
Something in her prevented that desired release. She groped for it blindly, trying to force the climax past the barrier in her head, but found she couldn’t reach the pleasure.
“I can’t,” she sobbed and arched her pelvis to his when he hammered into her. Pressure slammed onto her swollen clitoris, again and again, sending shock waves through her body and still the bloody orgasm wouldn’t come.
“If you don’t come for me, right now, Tess,” Mac roughly growled in her ear, punctuated by harsh breaths, “I’m going to turn you onto your hands and knees and spank the hell out of you until your ass is red.”
That imagery flicked a switch and she moaned, the climax starting a slow slide into existence. She didn’t know what it was, but she reached for it with both hands.
“Oh, she likes that,” he said and bit her earlobe. “When your ass is red and sore, I’m going to lather you in baby oil and we’re going to work down your chosen list, baby. Starting with my big, hard cock taking your other virginity.”
Now he was just being naughty and a little crude. But he extracted another moan, and his body urged hers along on the orgasm ride.
“You’re going to scream my name every time I come in you. When I’m so deep in you, when we can’t tell where I begin and you end, you’ll scream for me, Tess, and no one will ever get as deep as I can.” As if to prove his point, his hands circled her hips, yanked her down hard on his erection, and held her there, helpless, as he came with a bellow of what might have been triumph. “Come for me!”
The flood of heat inside her, the stuffed sensation, vibrations of his body over hers, and the tone of his voice as he came all gathered into a savage ball of energy that had her body tumbling gratefully into release.
And she screamed for him, so blissfully high on the aftermath of the orgasm that time stopped in its tracks. Finally, she’d found a place where she felt she belonged, and a man she could trust.
*
Mac rolled their joined bodies over so his weight wasn’t the first thing to freak her out. The fact they were still joined at a very private place gave her a moment of unease and mortification. He could feel both emotions radiating from her.
He could almost read her thoughts as she sprawled limply over his chest: Wasn’t the withdrawal part of sex supposed to happen when your brain was still up in the clouds? Surely coming apart from each other when your subconscious was back in order and aware only highlighted the intimacy of the moment?
Out of sheer curiosity, he dragged his hands down her slim back, feeling soft skin and the aftershocks of Tess’ orgasm beneath his palms. She twitched, moaned, and snuggled closer to his warmth. He found he liked the idea of snuggling with a cuddler.
“Someone’s awake,” he said and stroked her again from shoulders to buttocks. He managed to hitch her tighter against him, her legs straddling his hips, her sex swollen as he pushed his half-erection a little deeper.
“Not that awake!” Tess protested on a squeak.
As he nuzzled her throat, Mac laughed and nipped at her throbbing pulse. His touch enraged every point in her body that had the capability to feel. Reading her body was akin to reading a book. “Hmm. Yes, you are. You’re so soft and wet. I could stay inside you forever. But you need a bath first.”
“A bath?” He watched her gaze take quick inventory of her body, saw the wince and the gorgeous rosy blush of embarrassment rise into her face.
More nuzzling, a low keening moan from Tess, and a thoroughly aroused groan from Mac had his cock jittering to life from half-mast. “I could swing round two now if you want me to. I know I want me to.”
He more than wanted to. It was almost a compulsion. If she’d been even a fraction more experienced, he would have ravaged her sexy little body for a second time. Instead, he kissed her, slow and sweet.
Tess’ gaze wouldn’t meet Mac’s. That beautiful rose-toned blush now stained her cheeks. “I need a little time to recover. I’m very…” Her eyes slid down meaningfully to where they connected, and she gave an uncomfortable little shrug.
It took him about thirty seconds of puzzled frowning before it clicked. “Ah, you’re sore. Of course. I’ll go run a bath for you. Why don’t you stay here, have a rummage in the closet for a bath robe or some jogging clothes? Something simple, mind you. You’ll be out of it shortly anyway.”
“I will?”
“Yes, you will,” he confirmed. His hands were gentle as they cupped her hips, rolled them along his erection until she whimpered, and then withdrew carefully. She cried out at the sudden emptiness, and the quick gush of semen that followed. Mac’s erection had obviously posed quite well as a plug.
Mac had not been taken by surprise as she had. As soon as his erection was free, he clamped a wad of tissues against her sex and held it there. “That was close,” he said and, kneeling naked beside her, leaned over and kissed her.
Greedily, he attacked her mouth, sliding his tongue over her soft lips, absorbing the flavor of her, nibbling at the corners of her mouth and at her tongue when she opened up and sucked him inside.
“Keep going,” he murmured into her mouth. “In thirty seconds, whether you’re willing or not, we’re going for round two.”
Tess squeaked out an, “Oh no!” but it soon faded into an, “Mmmn,” of pleasure. With his lips making love to hers, he found pleasure in giving her joy, of watching the uncertainty of the situation slide away, leaving her mind open and blank to everything but them.
“Roll over,” he ordered roughly, and turned her by the hips so she lay face down on the spacious bed, her nose pressed deeply into the pillows, and her bottom divinely displayed for his admiration. “Such a lovely backside, Tess. So many wicked and wonderful things to do to it.”
Shamelessly, she thrust it back toward him. He listened to her whimper, to the unspoken demands. He laughed softly at her eagerness, and soothed her with a caress of his hand over her bottom. A strangled cry escaped her when his fingers drove hard into her sex, aided by the slickness of their previous interaction.
When they slid up, trailing silky wetness between her cheeks and pressing tauntingly there, he felt her stiffen. He knew she didn’t know much about anal sex. Perhaps the concept simply…appealed to her basic curiosity, which was why she had included it on The List of Maybes.
Anal sex could be very painful, especially when it was the first time. Internal damage, tears, and rips could happen if the partner penetrating the accepting participant wasn’t careful, was too rough or inexperienced. They also happened by accident.
On the flip side, it could be an enjoyable experience, one many females on one particular survey had declared better than vaginal sex due to the tightness, the overall taboo aspect of the act, and the depth of penetration.
There were many things that could be done anally, without causing permanent or fatal damage. If done incorrectly, there was the possibility of infection, lasting internal damage, even death.
Mac had every intention of preparing her ass thoroughly before venturing down that road. But for now, there was no harm in teasing her.
One fingertip attempted to breach the barrier, and Tess hunched her pelvis down, snapping her buttocks together. Mac chuckled and wiggled his finger suggestively. He heard her curse when she realized in trying to keep him out, she had essentially caged him in.
“This is an interesting conundrum,” Mac said and stroked his free hand down her spine. “As soon as you relax, my finger is going to enter your ass, baby. Slow and gentle, but it’s going in. So, the question is, how long can you keep me out?”
He could feel her internal struggle. He wanted to tell her there was no fighting the inevitable, but he figured she already suspected that. No matter what he did, Tess’ body was adamant: No entry allowed! Her face pressed harder into the pillow as she let out a frustrated moan.
“Are you afraid, Tess?”
“No.”
“That’s a nice improvement,” he said approvingly. He pressed again, a little more pressure. “Are you going to give in?”
She hissed out a low breath. “No.”
“What if I say ‘please’?”
Laughter bubbled in her throat, but was hastily swallowed. “No. Don’t make me laugh, Mac, it isn’t fair. I can’t keep you out if you make me laugh.”
“Hmm.” It was a low, considering hum. Mac lifted his hand and imagined the quick, cool draft across her bare bottom. Even as he anticipated it, his hand met flesh with a sharp, distinct crack and flash of burning heat across his palm as he brought it down on her ass. “I was going to save the spanking for later, but perhaps it will serve as an added incentive…”
She sucked in a breath, lost it again on the next soft whack. His palm landed in a different place, a bit lighter than the first one. Beneath his touch, she clenched her buttocks tighter, obviously determined to suffer out this torment, and Mac chuckled in delight.
“Are you aroused, Tess? If I touch your pussy, will my fingers slide inside you? Ask me to make you come, baby. Beg me to make you come with just my hands.”
He knew just how aroused she was, just how close the words were to falling from her lips. With every spank of hand on flesh, her arousal seemed to peak higher and higher. Between her legs, each frantic wiggling move rubbed the swollen, velvet-wet lips of her sex together in a way that drove Mac mad. He wanted to feel that liquid heat surround him.
She whined in token protest.
Mac leaned over her, his mouth at her ear. “How bad could it be, one finger in an orifice? You’ve never experienced anything like my cock before, and yet you’re still in excellent working order.”
Her bottom glowed pink, the flesh warm. She panted like a dog and moaned his name reverently when he asked her again if she was ready to surrender. His only response was a shake of her head.
That fingertip wiggled against her rosebud, teasing the muscles into relaxing. She shuddered, clenched harder, but he knew the harder she clenched the harder it would be to hold the muscles in control.
Mac used it to his advantage.
The hand he’d used to spank her slipped underneath her, between her spread thighs, and ran lightly over her sex. He could feel the warm, silky moisture of her arousal as he played with her, his breathing changing rhythm.
“If you play nice, baby, and let me in, I’ll make you come.” His fingernail scraped over her clitoris gently. She yelped, her hips jumping and nearly dislodging his hand.
“I’m not ready to try that!”
“A finger, Tess. I’m not going to force you. You have to make the choice yourself. But I promise you, I’ll use nothing but my fingers.” He told himself he would not push her farther if she said no. She was a virgin in his world, even if she no longer was in body. She was being smart and covering her naked ass. “Make the choice, baby.”
*
Exhausted, her ass complaining bitterly about clenching so damned hard, she dropped her head to the pillow and gripped the soft material with both hands. He was patient enough to outwait her. Her stamina was limited and no match for Mac. “You’ll be gentle?”
His lips touched her buttocks, first one cheek, and then the other. Slowly, he made his way up her spine, lavishing kisses all the way to the nape of her neck, sending delicious little electric shocks fluttering along her skin. “Always, baby.”
“Do I need a safe word?”
Mac’s mouth paused against her nape, and then he gave her a sharp nip with his teeth. “I don’t know, Tess. Do I worry you so much that you feel you need one?”
She could hear an inkling of hurt in his voice, although he seemed to be trying to keep his tone pleasant and inquisitive. “No. I just…I thought alternative relationships had safe words…in case.”
“Another point we’ll have to sit down and discuss later,” he murmured and slid his lips around to nibble on her earlobe. “For now, let’s just say that you don’t need a safe word with me unless you want one or we try something completely out of the realm. For this, if you want me to stop, just tell me stop or no.”
“Okay.” Nervous as hell, she drew a shallow breath in, blew it out. Repeated it until she felt ready to take the next step forward.
It took her several long moments to convince stubborn muscles to relax and release Mac’s hand. Almost immediately he slid his fingers down into her aroused sex, thrust them into her twice, three times, and then slipped them back to that private area.
“When you’re ready, baby, bear down as though you need the bathroom. I’ll do the rest. You just relax and enjoy the ride.”
After one final argument with herself, Tess surrendered. White flag held aloft with trembling hands, she sucked in one deep bracing breath, held it, and then allowed Mac full and unrestricted access to her body.
To be honest, it was his anyway.
One single digit slipped past muscles begging her to reject him, and the sudden overwhelming feeling of being possessed, stuffed to overflowing in a very taboo way, had her breath wheezing out on a low, incredibly carnal moan.
“Fuck, Tess.” Mac’s groan mirrored hers as he delved deeper. Her hips flexed, torn between escaping the burning discomfort and hunting down the beginnings of pleasure. “You are so tight, and so damn hot. I want my cock to slide right in here, as deep as I can get, and stay inside you forever.”
That image brought a sheen of sweat to her skin. “What would you feel like there? You felt immense when I gave you my virginity. How could I take all of you there?”
To have him, all of him there, might be more than she could stand. The presence of one finger drove her insane—the faint threat of pain, the naughtiness of allowing him to do this forbidden thing, the tangible bite of building climax as his finger thrust in, pulled out.
“More,” she sobbed, wanting the orgasm as much as Mac needed to give it to her, as much as she needed Mac inside her, any way she could get him.
His voice was a low growl, oddly soothing despite the violent undertones of lust. His hands never stopped, playing her body like a piano, hitting all the right notes for the perfect tune. “Not yet.”
“Now!” she demanded.
“Bossy little madam,” he muttered. His finger withdrew and she almost beat the hell out of the pillow in frustration. The smooth head of his cock nudged her wet sex, and with a savage grunt, he drove into her with one fierce drive of his body.
She screamed, her hands fisting around whatever they could grab. Swollen tissues parted under the invading pressure, the broad head pinged against every sensitive nerve. By the time he was in her to the hilt, her climax triggered and sent her system shuddering into fits of ecstasy.
His body draped over her back. His face pressed into the curve of her shoulder. The pain of his teeth biting into the delicate flesh made her yelp and tighten around his cock. “You’re mine. I’ve marked my territory, Tess. No one else is going to have this body without my permission.”
“I don’t want anyone but you,” she cried out.
“You will. You want to experiment, and we will. But no one will have you like I have you, and this is a permission-only party.” Pain and pleasure twined together in a savage knot as he battered into her, and she was ready to agree to anything he damn well wanted.
“Mac, please!”
His hand braced on her back, his fingers spread out over the crease between her buttocks. A second later, his thumb stroked between the cheeks of her ass, applied insistent pressure against the tender orifice. His cock slowed and rocked gently as his thumb slipped slowly inside her, and she was filled completely by him and only him.
Some sort of incoherent, garbled, grunting noise bubbled in her throat. She gasped for air, the shock of the double penetration stealing her breath. Her hips were traitorous, bucking and jerking of their own accord against the invaders—whether to get the most enjoyment out of being penetrated vaginally or anally, she didn’t know.
“Having fun?” he whispered in her ear.
“Am I a freak for enjoying this?” Then all she was capable of was a keening moan in response to the reviving pace of his erection rooting to the very quick of her, stroking every blessed nerve ending along the way. Flesh slapped against flesh, a primitive music accented by pants and moans, sobbing breath and guttural grunts.
Sweat trailed in rivulets everywhere. She didn’t think she’d ever sweated this much in her lifetime. But Mac’s body was a powerhouse—full of stamina, producing radiating heat, and built for efficiency.
His thrusts became shorter, but fiercer. Hammer blows against her pleasure points. Her back arched like the bow of a bridge. Mac’s hand gripped her hip and rolled her back roughly onto every thrust. Inside her, the scrape of his thumbnail over tender tissues sent her body into overdrive.
“Do you want me to make you come, baby? You’re not a freak. Believe me, you’re exploring your sexuality. Now, do you want me to make you come?”
She couldn’t say whether it was the tone of his voice, something in the air around their two exhausted bodies, or whether there was something inside her breaking open to his ministrations. “Yes, Sir!”
“Yes, Sir?” There was curiosity in his voice.
“Yes please, Sir?”
Satisfaction echoed in his words. “Beautiful. Tell me, are you mine, Tess?”
Oh, God! Oh, God! The impeding orgasm was going to blow her mind. She was hungry for it and just as hungry to feel the hard jerks of his cock at the deepest point of her, spilling his reward into her. “Yes, Sir!”
“Really? Mine to do what I want to and with. Will you let me lead you into dark places, Tess, and perform the darkest of sexual acts with you?”
“Please, Sir! Yes, Sir!”
“For how long, Tess? How long will you be mine, in every way?” Strain of control changed his breathing, his tone, into a voice of danger and darkness, seductive with a razor-sharp edge of dominance.
“F-forever, Sir!” She laid her head on the pillow, ass in the air, and cried.
“Excellent, Tess. Just excellent.” His fingers kneaded her hip reassuringly. “I have so many things I want to do with you. You have no idea.” She grunted when her inner muscles clamped down viciously on his cock at the pinnacle of his thrust, clutching him deep.
Her orgasm danced around her like a tribal warrior around a fire—rhythmic, seductive, a vision of colors and shades, all within her grasp.
Mac’s weight came down on her back and pushed her hips flat to the bed, sending a flare of panic shooting through her. She yelped, struggled futilely, and could only surrender with pained whimpers when his free arm slipped under her and kept her flush to his body.
“Don’t be scared, baby. You’ll like this. Just relax and trust me. Come with me.” And with his voice in her ear, their bodies plastered together with sweat and joined in the most intimate way, he began to fuck her with short, sharp jabs of his erection.
“Jesus…Jesus, Tess, I can feel you…pulling me in…tightening around me…” Tremors wracked his body as he slammed into her, his grunts of pleasure turning almost feral as his orgasm built.
Inside her, his cock thickened considerably, seemed to grow hotter and longer. The little jumps and jerks signaled imminent release, and her body wrestled with the claustrophobic fear to spark her own climax.
“Tess!” One final savage thrust worked its magic. He all but howled her name as, with their bodies melded together at that crucial point, as tightly wedged in any narrow fit, his cock erupted against her cervix.
The first hot splash of semen tumbled her off the edge with him, a scream of release rising to a keening wail. Light and sound overrode everything but the thrill of the orgasm cruising like gold through her veins.
The raging beat of her heart was the last thing she remembered before passing clean out, still locked with the hard male body that continued to come.