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Natalie froze, a thrill of sheer happiness racing through her, followed just as quickly by anger. Pop, pop, pop, like popcorn in a microwave. Her up-and-down reactions were over the top considering she’d just met the guy. And the vibes of intense interest between them had only been imagined on her part. But what the hell? She could feel what she wanted to feel. He’d never know how fascinated she’d been, how ready to fall.
Nat continued to move, putting a little extra shake and shimmy into it. Because he could look, but after ignoring her all evening, he sure as heck wasn’t touching.
“Nothin’ to say, Natalie?” he asked, his voice closer, and warm with amusement.
“Yeah. Bite me.” She ignored her shiver of awareness at his nearness and took another drink.
He laughed, a low, infectious sound. “Baby, I thought you’d never ask.”
His bare arms brushed hers, his skin warm and smooth as he planted his hands on either side of her on the railing and leaned over her. “Don’t stop dancin’ on my account.”
“Wasn’t going to,” she retorted, still moving as if her ass wasn’t rubbing against his jean-clad groin and thighs, hard and warm. But it was, and oh dear God, was that—?
Yup, it was. Mase was hard as a pole. The stiff shape in his pants generated heat she could feel through layers of clothing. He had a woody—for her.
Guess she’d get to tease him a little. Payback was suh-weet.
“Keep on moving. That’s good.” His voice echoed her thoughts as he leaned even closer. A thrill of sheer lust shot through her as his warm lips and sexy ‘stache brushed the shell of her ear. Thank God she’d tucked her hair back. Wait, no. That was bad. She was teasing him, not the other way around. Only he didn’t seem to get that.
“I loved watchin’ your sweet ass in motion,” he went on, in that lazy drawl. “It feels even better than it looks.”
It took her a moment to answer coherently. Mostly because he was now tracing the shape of her ear with his lips. The soft, moist caress turned her spine and her resolve into hot liquid, like warm jello pouring into shot glasses.
“You c-can’t see anything out here,” she managed. “Certainly not my ass.”
Not when he was so close behind her, and she was arching into him, pressing her jello in his mold. Every time she moved, that long hard shape pressed into the crevice of her ass. So close, so very close to where she wanted it—inside her.
“Wrong. I’ve been watching you move all night.” He nipped her ear lobe, just behind her dangle earring. “If you fuck anything like you dance, a man could die happy.”
She should be indignant that he was speaking to her this way, not smiling to herself. But somehow his words, delivered with rough honesty, were even headier than the alcohol swimming in her system. He found her attractive—very attractive.
“You have a dirty mouth,” she accused.
He flexed his hips, pressing his erection more firmly into the furrow of her ass. Natalie slipped one hand down between her legs to placate the growing ache there. A tiny, sober part of her stood off to one side, eyes wide, shaking her head. Nat ignored the prude. Lot of good behaving had gotten her. Two years without real sex, that was all.
Mm-mm, oh, right there. Her finger found her clit, already swollen as if it had just been waiting for Mase to show up.
“I do, baby,” he agreed, his mouth moving down to nibble on the hinge of her jaw and the side of her throat. “I have a filthy mouth. And it wants to be right ... here.”
He cupped his hand over hers.
Oops, caught. She waited for Mase to make some smart ass remark, but instead he pressed both their fingers into the sensitive flesh between her thighs. Through the flimsy fabric of her panties, his broad fingertips probed and caressed, finding exactly the right place and inciting pleasure she hadn’t felt for a long, long time.
“And my cock wants deep inside here,” he went on, his husky voice relentless as he found her clitoris and set up a fast, knowing rhythm. “I wanna flip your little skirt right up over your back, rip your panties off and fuck you over this railing. Fuck you hard, until you scream for me.”
As her pussy tightened under his hand into a hard, needy ache, Natalie made a sound that she had never heard come out of her own throat. A soft whimper of sheer need. No, no. There was something wrong with his claim ... oh, yeah, it was bogus.
“Could’ve fooled me,” she managed. “Earlier, you couldn’t get away from me fast enough. And you’ve ignored me all evening.”
His powerful body quivered against her. He was laughing, or groaning. “Baby, that was self-preservation. I knew if I got too close, I’d fall right in.”
Fall in where? Like she was some kind of siren, beckoning him into her pool. Yeah, a pool of warm, sweet jello laced with pheromones. She felt herself sinking as he slid his calloused fingers down to rim her sensitive opening and then sank his teeth gently into the side of her throat. Tasting her, seeing if he wanted to eat her up.
“You want me, pretty woman?” he asked, his mouth at her ear again, his finger teasing her clit. “Or d’you want me to walk away, leave you to dance alone in the dark?”
When his words, his kiss, his embrace were making her feel wet, swollen and empty? Oh, hell no. She wanted what his expert touch promised—a hard, fast, mind-blowing orgasm.
“No. I mean, yes.” She turned her face into his. “I want you to stay.”
He kissed her, his lips plush and warm, his ‘stache and goatee tickling her tender skin, his tongue dancing into her mouth to meet hers and taste her. He tasted like beer and healthy, hungry male, enticing her to meet his tongue with hers and explore more deeply.
His hand continued to play her below, while the other slid up over her abdomen and ribs to cup her left breast with slow relish, his thumb finding her nipple through her bra. He scraped the hardened tip with his thumbnail, sending sensation zinging through her.
“Christ, I want to see these,” he groaned. “Taste them. Do these hard little berries taste like strawberries, the way your mouth does?”
He was certainly a talker. Not that she wanted him to stop. His words were as exciting as his touch and the hard strength of his arms around her.
“Not unless you wanna pour a strawberry margarita on them,” she said. Or jello shots. They could suck them off of each other.
He groaned. “Fuck, you have a dirty mouth too, Natalie. Makes me want inside you even more. Right here, right now.”
“Yes,” she moaned, pressing back into his groin. Oh, God yes. “Mase, please.”
Uh-oh, now she’d admitted how much she wanted him. Hell, she’d practically begged him to do her. Would he take off again, and leave her like this?
“Oh, you got me,” he promised, as if he’d heard her silent question. “I’m clean, but I’m gonna suit up.”
“Um ... me too,” she fumbled. “I’m clean, I mean.” That was for sure. After finding out Tony had been cheating on her serially, one of her most humiliating tasks had been to go to a clinic and be tested for STIs. And that had pretty much cured her of wanting to be with another man for a while. By now, it felt like a lifetime of need bottled up inside her.
Enough that she was willing to do this right here and now, on a back porch at a rowdy party, where at any moment someone could find them. Or maybe that just added to the thrill.
It did. She was so twisted.
She didn’t care. All she knew was that she craved his long, thick cock more than her next breath, and if she didn’t get it in the next minute, she was going to scream. What the heck, she was probably going to scream when she finally got it.
“Pull up your skirt,” he instructed, pulling away far enough to work his jeans open. She immediately obeyed.
His hands bumped against the lower curves of her bottom, and she heard a wrapper tear. He paused to stroke her, his hand cupping her ass cheek. “Fuck, your ass is sweet. You like these little panties? You wanna keep ‘em?”
“No, whatever,” she said breathlessly, her fingers busy between her legs again. Her panties were soaked anyway, with her own arousal. She just wanted them gone.
“Good,” he approved. “’Cause then I can do this.”
The flimsy fabric tugged against the crease of her hips, just as another song started up inside, so she felt rather than heard the rip. Then his hands were on her ass, stroking and squeezing as a new country singer implored her to give in and get it.
“Are you touching yourself again?” he asked in her ear.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Hurry up, or I’m gonna come without you.”
“No, you’re not.” He pulled her hand away and his other hand smacked sharply on her bare ass. “You come with me inside you, Natalie. And you come when I tell you, not before.”
Another smack, this one on her other ass cheek. Natalie gasped, shocked. She hadn’t been spanked since she was a little girl, caught sneaking out to play in the busy street.
And she’d certainly never been spoken to this way by a man. Strangely, each sharp slap, each command only made her pussy throb harder, feel emptier. And made her want to do exactly as he said, pull her hand away from her own flesh and wait for him to tell her what to do next. She was not only letting a stranger touch her, she was letting him take charge, order her around as if he’d paid for her or something. And it was exciting as hell.
“Stick that pretty ass out at me, Natalie,” he ordered, his hands on her bare hips. “And spread your legs. Wider, yeah, like that. That’s right, baby.”
His booted feet spread hers so that she leaned over the railing, her legs wide and her bottom sticking back at him. And he took full advantage, sliding one hand between her legs from behind. His fingers caressed her all the way down to her wet, swollen labia.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet for me,” he approved. “Perfect, baby. I’m gonna fill you right here, where anyone could walk out the back door and find us”
“Yes. Oh, my God, Mase.” A thrill of excitement pulsed down through her, and she shuddered, on the knife edge between need and orgasm. Then she felt his cock between her legs—finally. He prodded into her labia and she arched back farther, pushing onto his thick, hot shaft, begging him to fill her.
He made a deep sound in his chest as her movement pressed him into her. Oh God, he was big, stretching her to the point of pain. “Topping from the bottom now?” he asked. “Who’s in charge here, Natalie?”
Then he spanked her again, this time on her mons, a sharp little tap that sent pleasure and shock rocketing through her. She gasped, the need to move suddenly superseded by the urge to please him. An urge so strong there was no part of her left to wonder where this had come from. She’d certainly never played this game with any other man.
She clutched the stair railing, hanging on for dear life, holding herself still even as she trembled with need.
“You are,” she moaned. “You’re in charge. Oh, please, Mase. It’s just been so long.”
“I can tell,” he said, his fingers stroking her clitoris again. “You’re so fuckin’ tight. Make you a deal, Natalie. I’ll give you what you want, a fast, hard fuck right here. But then ... you take your punishment like a good girl.”
She stiffened. “Punishment? No, I...”
Except that his spanking was strangely exciting and so was the idea of more, of agreeing to be disciplined for being naughty. She was definitely twisted, and so was he. In complementary ways, it seemed. She’d read about games like this in delicious romance novels, but playing them in real life was outside her experience. But oh, how she wanted to play them! She’d been dealing with other people’s messes for so long. Right now she just wanted someone else—this man—to take over.
“Do we have a deal, Natalie?” He pressed into her a little farther.
“Deal,” she managed, shaking with the need to move. “Oh, God, Mase. Please—fuck me now.”
“Oh, I will, baby,” he promised fervently and thrust forward, upward. She whimpered as she took him, letting him impale her on his hot, hard, thick cock. It felt better than anything had for a long, long time, even as his girth stretched flesh too long unused. Her vibrator was a lot smaller than him.
He played her clitoris with his fingertips as he drove into her from behind, his groin slapping her ass with each thrust, his other hand on the small of her back, holding her there as he fucked her with long, swift strokes, taking her hard to the rhythm of a rollicking country song with a bass beat. Two strangers on a back porch at a wild party.
Although it felt more like they were on an express train headed up a long grade and at the top lay ecstasy, release ... freedom.
“Come for me now, baby,” he rasped. “Now, Natalie.”
She did, helplessly, her pussy spasming around his shaft in secret pleasure that flooded outward, suffusing her entire body as he owned her core, her body. She heard a high, thin cry and realized it came from her own throat.
Mase stiffened behind her and rode her through it, chanting filthy, hot words under his breath, and holding her there on the peak, sending more waves of pleasure through her with each stroke as he carried her over the brink and sent her hurtling down the other side.
He slowed, and so did the waves of pleasure.
Finally, Mase semi-collapsed over her, one arm still holding her, the other braced beside hers, his head tipped down on her back. His breath was hot and damp through her sweater
Natalie hung onto the railing so she didn’t dribble into a pool on the porch floor. His cock still pulsed inside her, and when she squeezed her inner muscles, little aftershocks of orgasm shimmered through her. She moaned happily.
He grunted. “Sweet, greedy little pussy. Wants more of that.”
The note of pleased amusement in his voice brought her out of her torpor with a jerk. With a blink, Nat came back to herself. Hells bells, what was she doing?
Okay, that had been awesome and even beyond awesome, but now it was time to move, before other partiers decided to duck out here.
She shifted, shoving with her elbow at the heavy, hot man draped over her back. “Can you get off me?”
“Yeah, whoa, just give me a sec.”
He was just pulling out of her when the back door opened.
With a swift, powerful motion Mase slid free of her body, clamped his arm around her waist and hauled her into the blackness around the corner of the porch from the door.
Her heart pounding, Nat stood frozen in his embrace as two of the firefighters crossed the porch and stepped down into the yard, their backs to Mase and Natalie.
“Man, thought I was gonna float away,” one of them grumbled. “Wait for a bathroom at a party, you can wait all night.”
Nat heard liquid splattering on dirt below the porch.
The other man laughed. “Chicks have to use the head, we can pee anywhere.”
“Least out here no one’s whining ‘Jay, you left the seat up again’.”
A snicker bubbled up inside her. So this was what men talked about while they peed. Not much different than women fixing their makeup before bathroom mirrors in a bar or restaurant. Nat leaned against Mase, her head on his shoulder, her body quaking in secret aftershocks of pleasure and guilty laughter. They’d almost been caught, all because Dave’s bathrooms were occupied.
Mase’s hand moved, smoothing her skirt down over her bare ass. She smiled into his tee, and inhaled his scent. Mm-hmm, he smelled so good, warm clean man, that woodsy shampoo or cologne and the faint scent of laundry detergent, with just enough fresh sweat to bring it all out. She wanted to lay him down on a big bed and sniff him all over, and use her hands and mouth to explore him too.
He was her first stranger. She snickered again at the absurdity of the situation, which she smothered as best she could. He gave her a warning squeeze as the two men turned and stomped back up onto the porch, one still fastening his jeans.
The one in front paused, one hand on the door as he peered into the shadows. “Ah, shit, sorry. Didn’t see you there, folks.”
“Ho, romance interrupted,” the other one said, a grin in his voice. “Carry on, we’re already gone.”
“No worries,” Mase assured them, still holding her close, his voice rumbling under her ear. “Just a little time out.”
When the door slammed behind them, Natalie lifted her head to peer up at Mase, although he was only a shadow in the dark. An exciting one, and still mysterious in spite of what they’d just done.
“We almost got caught,” she breathed.
“Yeah. But we didn’t,” he said. “So you still owe me. How about we go back to your place and you pay up?”
At the sensual threat implicit in his query, her heart thumped again. “What does this, um, paying up involve?”
His arms tightened. “Nothing you don’t want to happen, baby.”
That left plenty of room for innovation. She had to squeeze her thighs together to quell the renewed throbbing there.
“Also,” he added, moving one hand up to cup her breast. “I really wanna get my mouth on these. I’ve been told my ‘stache feels real good.”
“Oh, my God,” she breathed, imagining it.
He chuckled and thumbed her nipple. It felt even better than the last time he’d done it, because now she was imagining his mouth there, craving it.
“Unless,” he added, leaning close so his mouth brushed hers. “You’d rather provide a real show this time ... maybe in there on the dance floor.”
“No!” She shoved at him, laughing.
He laughed with her. “You don’t wanna show off?
“Not tonight,” she said. “Let’s go to my place—or Teri’s, I mean. I’m staying with her until I get a place of my own.”
Mase was a stranger, but he was also a cop, and Teri’s boyfriend knew him well. So Nat wasn’t worried he was some kind of freak who would hurt her when he got her alone. And if this was her chance at forgetting the problems facing her for one night, she was grabbing on and making it last as long as she could.