by Angel Payne
“Actually, it’s mine. I just let you borrow it on occasion.” But I still obeyed, for two great reasons. One, I always came out on top when he got bossy. And two, I knew my cheeky attitude spurred his desire.
“Is that right?” He tilted his head to one side with a sexy smirk. “I see it quite differently.”
“And why am I not surprised?” I purred it while reaching between my legs and then sliding my middle finger slowly through my feminine folds. “And what do you see?” Holy shit. I was already so damn wet for him. No way could I could deny it or hide it with sassy remarks. This man lit my fuse like no other had before. The combination of his commanding ways, his demanding sexual hunger, and his open adoration of me set my system ablaze every time we were together.
“Already wet for me?”
Unbelievably, I screwed up the nerve to shrug. “Eh. It could be for anyone, really. It’s a normal female reaction. You should know that, Doc.”
“You like teasing me, don’t you?”
I just slowly nodded—already seeing that my tender admission stoked his inferno even more.
“Come back over here,” I pleaded. “And taste me.”
“In time,” Mac assured. “First, I want to watch you touch yourself. Show me how you get yourself off when I’m not there to do it for you.”
Oh yes, Doctor!
But I kept the outburst to myself. I had to get busy here.
While spreading my legs wider, I settled back on the pillow. I loved watching Mac’s features go taut, including the sexy-as-hell tic that vibrated in his bold jaw. His arousal ramped my own. Exponentially. My pulse throbbed in my clit as the blood rushed to supply the tissue.
Mac gulped. Hard.
And guess what happened to my clit in direct proportion?
I kept going. A little faster but not harder. With my index finger, I swirled around the bud, barely giving myself enough pressure to get off. I wanted this to last. I wanted to see how dark, dangerous, and hard-up I could get my beautiful, erect boyfriend.
“Don’t hold back!” he snarled out. “You like it harder than that, girl. Give yourself what you need. You’re going to come for me, and you’re going to do it hard. You’re going to be so wet and creamy, and then I’m going to bury my face in that gorgeous cunt and lick every sweet drop from you.”
I moaned—but swiftly pitched it into a whine. “But you’re so much better at it than I am.”
“I doubt that. Who knows your body better than you?” He leaned in for a better view.
“I think you might.” Oh, hell. I probably should never have admitted that. It just powered his ego more. But right now, I was baring more than just my flesh to him. I knew it, and he definitely knew it. I watched the comprehension in his eyes. The gratitude he gave me for exposing as much as I could to him. More than I had to any other lover—any other person—in my life.
I was terrified.
But I’d never been so damn turned on.
“Slide your fingers up inside,” Mac grated. “Feel how warm you are inside there. Fuck.” He swallowed hard again and fisted his erection. He only pumped once, but it was enough to bring a magnificent milky drop to the top of his beautiful crown. “My cock is so ready to feel you.”
I shifted my weight and slid my heels up to my ass. I dropped my knees wide and moaned as pleasure seeped through me, brought on by my thrusting fingers. “Mac, please. Just…just put your mouth on me. Eat me until I scream. I’ll get off in seconds, and then you will have what you want.”
His gaze turned to emerald fire. His jaw clenched harder. “Close your eyes.” As soon as I complied, acting all too eagerly because of the thick lust in his voice, he dictated, “You’ll keep them shut, no matter what. Is that clear? Tell me, Taylor,” he bit out when all I did was nod. “In words. Tell me now.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Th-That’s clear.”
“Good. Now use this.” He yanked my hand away from my pussy, only to wrap my fingers around a heavy, rubbery object. I ran my touch along the thing, quickly deducing it was a firm rubber dildo, similar in size to his cock.
“What the— Did you just find this lying around?”
“I brought it with me in my luggage,” he explained. “Now no more talking. Fuck yourself with it, Taylor. Let me watch it move in and out of your body.”
“Aahhh, the kinky clown is in the big top this morning, I see.”
“Do it.”
I was not going to argue the point. With my heartbeat doubling and my pussy tingling, I slid the thick toy through my folds, running its tip across my clit to get that part lubricated for penetration. When I pressed the dildo to my opening, it slid right in.
“Ohhhh.” A huff of air escaped my throat. It felt so good to be so full, even if it wasn’t Mac inside me.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yeeesssss.” I moaned from low in my throat.
“You look so sexy. All pink and juicy, full of that cock in your hand. Press it in farther. Fuck, yesssss.”
His hiss had my eyes popping back open. I watched as he took his cock back in hand, stroking himself with intent purpose. “Can’t you just do it?” I whined. “It would feel so much better.”
His resolve must’ve finally caved, because quicker than I could track, he was between my legs and taking over the handling of the dildo.
“Will you let me put this in your ass?” His sexy growl had gone to schoolboy hopefulness.
“Will you let me put it in yours?” We hadn’t explored much regarding the end zone up to that point.
“Probably not. Although we could discuss some other options. Your tongue? Yes. Finger? Maybe. If the moment was right.” He said it all very matter-of-factly.
“So, you should be able to stick something the size of a cucumber in my rear, but I can’t do it to you? How is that fair?” I continued toying with my clit while we bargained nonchalantly. This was so surreal. I’d never done this kind of shit with any man before—nor had I ever felt this carefree and comfortable. I could talk about anything with this gorgeous, outrageous genius. The only man on the planet—in history—who could handle all my crazy quirks, bold humor, and voracious erotic needs.
“Well, life isn’t fair, my love. And your body was meant to take things into it.” He put his face between my legs and licked the inside of my thigh while continuing to shuttle the rubber cock in and out of my clenching tunnel. Soon, he was making a path of small bites toward my clit. I hated when he bit me there, but I loved it even more. That anticipation built as he made a lazy circuit around my pussy.
“Mac. Please. Just—”
“Patience, my sassy girl. I know what you need,” he lectured between nibbles.
Tremors surged through my legs, so I tightened my thighs against Mac’s shoulders to try to disguise the way he was unraveling me. But his soft chuckle against my skin told me he knew just what effect he was having on my will to stay calm. He pressed his tongue firmly against my clit and swiped up, over and over again, until I clawed desperately at his scalp. A low keening noise escaped from my pressed lips, and it only seemed to add to his enthusiasm.
“Let it out, baby. Your beautiful cries. Your perfect passion. Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart, Taylor. I’m right here. Always right here.” He pulled the dildo out, and the quick loss of fullness was my undoing. Arching my back off the bed, I pressed my pussy into his mouth as hard as I possibly could. As I came with the most powerful climax of my life, the man lapped and sucked my clit, slurping and licking the juice that ran freely from my body for him.
Because of him.
The white sheets stuck to my damp skin when I sat up, my bedhead hair in a wild tangle from thrashing about in coital bliss. And I do mean bliss. Mac’s green eyes glowed with satisfaction, even though his erection still swelled between his thighs, his balls drawn tightly to his body. The usual tame style of his hair had been traded for a wild shock of every-which-way-ness, making him look just a tad unhinged. And ohhhh yes, e
ven sexier than before.
“Whatever shall we do with you now, Miss Mathews?” The sex appeal of the man multiplied every time we touched.
“Me?” I mouthed the word with feigned innocence, watching Mac stand up and prowl around the bed toward me.
“Hmm. This week is going to be quite the challenge.” He sat down right beside me, crowding his large frame into my personal space. I couldn’t take my eyes off his erection for more than a few seconds at a time, as if I’d never seen it before—or any other erect penis, for that matter. It just looked so virile, proud, capable.
So…beautiful.
I licked my lips and shot my eyes back to his when I realized he was waiting for me to answer a question. A query I hadn’t heard.
“Hmm? What?” My voice broke with embarrassment.
“What has gotten into you, girl?” His chuckle was more admiration than jest.
“I… It’s just… I… Well, never mind.” Regardless, I felt awkward about my feelings in front of anyone.
“No, tell me.” His deep resonance shot straight to my pussy, flooding more moisture to the already swollen tissue.
“It’s silly.” I looked down at the bedding surrounding us. What was I going to tell him?
“Tell me, Taylor. No more Ice Age, woman.” He was definitely going to make sure I stuck to that promise.
“It’s just—you’re so beautiful. So, just so…such a…man. See? That sounds dumb when I say it. It was better in here.” I tapped on my temple. “Sometimes you should just let me keep some things to myself.”
“I like to know what’s going on in there.” He settled a whisper-soft kiss on my temple. “You are amazing, and brilliant and beautiful. Thank you for sharing that. But now”—he waggled his eyebrows in a silly way but immediately grew serious before issuing his instructions—“lie on your back with your head right here, hanging over the edge of the bed.”
Ohhhh, my.
Unbelievably, my sex already thrummed with more anticipation as I hurried to arrange myself the way he directed. I scooted down and then flattened out, lying across the bed sideways with my neck extending over the edge. My head was supported enough so I could gaze up at the fan making a lazy circle overhead—
Until Mac leaned over, his carved nudity invading my field of view.
“Perfect, baby. Are you comfortable?” he asked, looming over me.
I nodded yes, only to meet his disapproval. “I thought we’d been over this already today, Taylor. You know the rules in my bed.”
“Yes, I’m comfortable, Clown, Sir,” I answered out loud, resisting the bratty urge to mock his tone of voice.
He tried to look stern, but I didn’t miss the twinkle in his eye. “Tilt your chin up to the ceiling…and then open your mouth.” He pressed two fingers under my chin to illustrate the position he was looking for.
I kept my eyes fixed on his, maintaining the position he asked. Slowly I opened my mouth, and he stepped closer to the bed, gripping his cock like he was holding back a Doberman on a choke chain.
Oh, shit.
This was going to be good.
Really. Damn. Good.
I licked my lips, already anticipating his swollen flesh meeting my lips. We locked eyes, holding each other’s stare. His greens turned damn near black as he dipped in and pressed the tip of his cock to my anxious mouth. I parted for him eagerly, licking the salty tip before sucking the head wholly inside. As he hissed, I eagerly did it again. Then again. With every new pull, I watched Mac’s eyes slide closed with abject pleasure, and I inwardly preened. It felt so damn good to give this to him. To indulge him this exquisite pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” he snarled out. “For the love of fuck, don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop.
I teased the underside of the crown with the tip of my tongue a few times before opening again to let Mac invade me deeper. I flattened my tongue to let his cock glide to the back of my throat, anticipating the gag and calming myself by swallowing against it. In the process, I took him even deeper.
“Fucking God, woman. So good. You’re so…fucking…good.”
He threaded his fingers into my hair just past my ear, cradling my head at the base of my skull in his large hand. I moaned around his dick, coating him in my saliva. It all started running down my cheeks, since I was basically hanging upside down, making everything slick and slippery for his movement.
“Relax, baby. I need to move. Let me fuck you like this. Put that sassy mouth to good use.” His rough voice and rude words made my pussy vibrate even harder.
“Mmmmmm.” It was all I could respond with, but I rubbed my legs together before letting them fall wide open, imagining Mac was between them instead of halfway down my throat.
He pulled back from me, but only by a fraction, before sliding back in. He did it over and over, sometimes going a bit deeper, gagging me and making the pathway slicker with my saliva. My eyes watered, the tears running back into my hairline. As soon as Mac looked on, his erection throbbed even harder.
“That’s right, my beautiful. Cry for me, baby.” He started thumbing the drops away, alternately feeding them to me along with his cock or sucking them off his own thumb. “More. Deeper. More.”
Dear freaking God. I was so turned on, I wanted to explode. Craved it. Needed it. I was writhing around, trying to find some sort of relief, something to gain friction from, but Mac held the better part of my body in place with the grip on my head and cock down my throat.
Abruptly he withdrew from my face and flipped me onto my stomach. Because the man was so much bigger than me, he could literally toss me around without much effort. I scurried onto my hands and knees and did a quick 180-degree turn, offering my aching pussy for his use. And dear fuck, how I needed to be used. To be screwed until I forgot all the chaos in my head and all the worries of my world. Filled with him until every feeling and every sensation was nothing but him. To be nothing but his perfect, wet little toy.
He rolled his hips, notching his cockhead to my heat. But he paused, growling through a second that felt like a decade, before ordering, “Tell me.” Another hitch of his hips, taunting my weeping entrance with his huge, velvety heat. “Beg me.”
“Yes,” I answered at once. “Take me. Fuck me. Please.”
I was drenched, and he was ready. Mac slammed into me, pushing my face down into the bedding as he hauled my hips back up in the air against his. It was feral. It was harsh. It was perfect.
“Okay, baby?” he asked roughly.
“Yes. Just fuck me!” Madness had set into my system. My skin crawled with need. My pussy clamored with desire. My spirit eagerly wrapped around the sound of his primal growl…
As he unleashed himself completely.
He pounded into me without stopping. Without tenderness. Without mercy. We traveled halfway across the bed before we burst into tandem orgasms that had us panting and collapsing, one on top of the other, in breathless wonder.
“Jesus fucking Christ, woman.” He panted. “Fuck.” Mac slung his arm over his face and sprawled across the bed.
I just grinned. Goofy and high on endorphins, I really didn’t have much to add. I just snuggled into his overheated side, rubbing my nose against his skin and feeling like all was right in the world.
We lay there for a little while until finally one of our bellies announced, without grace, just how long it had been since we’d had a decent meal.
“Didn’t they say something about a breakfast buffet when we checked in?” I asked but made no motion toward getting up.
“Yes, and if we hurry, we can still get in on that.” But of course the man in the room was a burst of motion at the mention of food. “We better shower again, though. I’m pretty sure we both smell like sex.”
I followed his example and rolled off the side of the bed and walked toward the bathroom. Food was definitely sounding like a good idea. “Agreed. I’ll hop in really fast.”
“Excuse me?” He put his impossibly long arm
out, blocking my path. “We’ll do it together. That way you can wash my hard-to-reach spots, and I can do yours.”
His grin was irresistible. Nevertheless, I protested, “Do you ever want to get out of this room?”
“No. I mean yes. Are there other choices for answers, professor?”
I smacked at the meat of his shoulder. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re gorgeous after I’ve invaded you for an hour. But right now, I’m serious. Shower first and then food. That’s it. No more dick for you until later. You’re killing me. Fiend!”
“Me?” I stood and stared at him in mock disbelief.
“Come on.” He pulled on my arm. “Let’s go or there won’t be any good stuff left.”
We showered together and, wonder of all wonders, did not have sex. After we washed, rinsed, and toweled off, I put some product in my hair and decided to go for a messy beachy look. Since I’d only packed casual sundresses and shorts, I randomly grabbed something from the closet, and off we went.
“So, what do you want to do today?” Mac asked, covering his eggs in hot sauce—though he suspiciously eyed the activities list I’d made on the plane while he’d slept. “What’s that?”
“I made a list.” I beamed, mighty proud of my preparedness. When he only grinned, looking ten years younger than his ordinary surgeon self, I giggled. “What? No remark about over-planning? About how you prefer to live life ‘on the edge’?”
“Nope.” He smiled again, totally oblivious to the gaggle of females eyeing him from two tables over. I felt petty but vindicated as he scooped up my hand and nuzzled the inside of my wrist. “I like your list making. You’re adorable when you’re in get-the-most-out-of-every-experience mode.”
I still looked at him skeptically but decided to press on with my list. I’d put serious thought into making it, after all. “Well, according to the resort’s website, we can do all kinds of things right here on the property, or we can take an excursion into town just a few miles away. They will even take us in their vehicle,” I said authoritatively.
“Okay, what kind of things can we do here? I think for the first day, staying here sounds better. I’m still a little beat from the trip.”
