by Elle Rease
“I have to take my piercing out if your answer’s yes, lass.”
She’s never considered anal before—unsurprising, since Harold had been about as adventurous as a hundred-year-old man with a heart condition—and this session with Brennan definitely wasn’t planned. “Will it hurt?”
“Not if you’re relaxed.” He plunged into her again: deeper with his dick and adding a second finger to her back entrance, stretching the tight muscle. All she felt was pleasure and lust, in huge doses. She pushed her hips back, hoping for more. “If you keep doing that, I’ll take it as a yes.”
“Okay.” She whimpered in protest when he exited both orifices. “Brennan, don’t stop!”
“Shh, lass.” He shifted on the bed and she heard him pull a night stand’s drawer open. “Put two pillows under your hips.”
Trembling with need, she did as he asked. This tilted her ass in the air for whatever he had planned, no doubt his intention. Her inner muscles contracted, wanting to be filled as quickly as possible. “Bren, please.” There was a soft clink—his piercing dropping on the night stand—and then a steady buzzing. Her nipples tightened and she looked over her shoulder. “What’re you doing?”
“Making this good for you,” he responded, drizzling even more oil on her crack. His knee shoved hers apart to reveal her sopping core. “So fucking wet for me. I love having you spread out like this, ready for the taking.”
“Brennan, stop talking and fuck me,” she begged.
“Patience, lass.” He pushed the bullet vibrator into her, until it rested on her G-spot. She squirmed, feeling like she was right on the edge of an orgasm. He chuckled and gave her ass a slap. “We haven’t even started yet. Don’t cum.”
“Then lower the setting,” she growled. She nearly bawled when he complied. “No, wait, Bren—”
“Almost ready, Cin,” he hushed her. She heard the rip of a condom wrapper. “I’m going to own this ass.”
“Just… do something!”
Brennan slid two of his fingers into her lubricated back door, tenderly thrusting in and out. “How does this feel?”
Coupled with the vibrations in her greedy channel, she was about ready to blow. She moved her hips, rubbing her clit on the pillow. “Brennan, please,” she cried. “Please fuck me in the ass!”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He withdrew his fingers, only to nudge the head of his cock against the tight ring of her ass. “Breathe, Cin. Relax.”
How was she supposed to do that when she was so frustrated? She just wanted to have him inside her already!
Brennan spanked her, hard. “Breathe.”
She inhaled deeply and, upon exhale, he pushed his tip into her ass. Panting at this new sensation, she braced herself for what was to come. She wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about this foreign invasion, only that she didn’t want him to stop.
“Breathe,” he instructed, waiting for her to obey before easing in another inch. “Fuck, lass, you’re so tight!”
“You’re so big,” she moaned. She shut her eyes and clenched her jaw. She wanted it all, but he was controlling their pace. She couldn’t do anything to help. “Brennan…”
“I know, lass,” he soothed when she trailed off. “Breathe.”
Allowing him to guide the experience, she managed to take another inch. She was so full, aching with the need to be at his mercy, to feel him losing control. Her back arched as he used the wireless remote to increase the intensity of the vibrator.
“This is how far I can go,” he informed her. “Ready, lass?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
Brennan clutched her hips, reared back and thrust inside.
“Ah!” She gulped, shocked that she was enjoying this. “Brennan, more!”
Fingers digging into her flesh, he assented. He built up a leisurely rhythm to help her get used to it and, once she began burning for more, he slipped further inside. She squealed happily, loving the way every part of her anatomy was being stimulated. Not only was the sheet scraping her erect nipples, but the pillow was rubbing her clit while her G-spot was being fired with vibrations. And his cock, so huge and hard, invaded her ass.
Owned it.
“Cin,” he groaned, “you’re driving me crazy.”
She wasn’t able to make any intelligible sounds. She was a mewling mess. She didn’t even care that her face was being forced into the mattress with every plunge. Brennan switched the vibrator to its most intense setting and she came undone with a breathy wail.
Her clit pulsed, her core clenched and her ass gripped Brennan’s cock in tandem with her heartbeat. Cinnia collapsed on the pillows, heaving.
“Christ!” He braced himself over her, letting her bask in her release. He stroked her lower back and his heavy breathing tickled her skin. He stopped the vibrator, reminding her that he always thought of everything. “Are you okay?”
“Are you kidding me?” She laughed. “Jesus, Bren. That was amazing.”
“Good.” He playfully swatted her butt cheek and gently began pulling out. “I love fucking your ass.”
“But wait, you didn’t cum,” she complained as he exited her body.
“I will, don’t worry. Turn around.”
Lazily, she appeased him, careful to shove the pillows out of her way. She watched him remove the condom and chuck it aside, and then he tenderly tugged the bullet out of her. She flinched. Until now, she hadn’t realized how strongly she’d been gripping that device.
“Fuck, I want to eat your pussy,” he said reverently, dipping his fingers between her soaked nether lips.
“Next time.” She reached for him. “Please, Brennan. I want to make you cum.”
“You always do, lass.” He leaned over to the night stand to retrieve his piercing, giving her a cocky smile. “Do you want to do the honors?”
Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “Are you kidding? You’re still hard! What if I hurt you?”
“Then you’ll just have to make me feel better,” he replied, glancing meaningfully at her core.
“You should rather do it. And hurry up.” She bit her bottom lip cheekily and gripped her breasts. “I’m still hungry.”
All of his concentration was momentarily on his cock, ensuring that he got the piercing in correctly. He straightened once he was done, which flexed the muscles of his stomach, and shifted on top of her, pressing the head of his dick to the opening that was actually meant for sex.
“I missed kissing you,” he murmured on her mouth.
She clutched his hair and sighed happily, nipping at his pierced bottom lip. “Me too.”
The veins in his neck bulged as he pushed into her. “Jesus, how can your pussy be tighter than your ass?” he growled. “You’ve gotta relax, Cin.”
“And you’ve got to fuck me already.” She braced her heels on his behind and tilted her hips up, screaming when he finally filled her, relishing in his grunt of approval. Her nails dug into his back and she bit the corner of his mouth. “That’s much better. Now, move.”
He did. He coaxed them into a tempo that had the bed bouncing. She clung to him like a lifeline, purposefully clamping around his cock with her inner muscles.
“Just like that,” he murmured, biting her neck. He slammed into her, predatory and possessive. “Scratch me all you want, lass.”
She hadn’t realized that she was being so violent. She slowly became aware of his impending release and, excited to get him there, rolled her hips along with his. She pushed her breasts to his chest, loving the feel of his pubic bone brushing her clit.
“Brennan,” she gasped, back arching off the bed as another orgasm crashed through her.
“That’s it.” He shuddered in her arms and went limp. “Christ, I love you, Cin.”
“I love you, too.” She didn’t slacken her embrace. She adored feeling his squirts as his seed coated her, especially since it was in time with her clit’s throbs. “Jeez, I can’t believe I let you fuck me in the ass.”
“
You loved every second.”
“That’s another thing I can’t believe, yeah.”
He lifted his head to look at her. “Nothing’s taboo with us, Cin. I hope you realize that.”
“I do.” She kissed him softly. “I love it.”
“Christ, now I’m tired.” He rolled off her and sighed, before blowing the candles out. “I hope this made up for your lashing earlier.”
She burst out laughing. “God, I forgot all about that. Can’t believe that was earlier today.”
“Long day.”
“Yeah.”
“We should get cleaned up.”
She yawned and cuddled into his side. “Yeah.”
“I’ll follow you,” he mumbled, already half asleep.
“Yeah.”
“Before we…” He trailed off, unconscious.
She had a smug smile on her face as she joined him in oblivion.
Chapter Ten
Cinnia was already busy making breakfast by the time Brennan emerged from the bedroom. The look of exhaustion on his face made her feel like a cat that got all the cream: she was the one who’d worn him out like that.
“Morning,” he mumbled, pulling his damp hair into a ponytail. “How long have you been awake?”
“About an hour.”
He embraced her from behind and dropped a soft kiss on the hickey on her neck. “How’s your ass feeling?”
“A bit sore, but it’s okay.” She turned her head to capture his mouth, her tongue dueling his. She couldn’t help rubbing her butt against his erection, either. He’d awakened a part of her last night that she hadn’t known existed, and now she was even more insatiable than usual.
“Lass,” he growled. He swung her around and lifted her up to the edge of the counter. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Just waking you up,” she retorted.
He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on the plump flesh. “We don’t have much time.”
“I’m hearing ‘no’, when I know you mean ‘yes’.”
Chuckling, he reached beneath her leather skirt and ripped her flimsy panties off. “Am I still saying ‘no’?” he asked, unfastening his pants to free his cock.
She creamed herself at his tone. This was going to be fast and hard, exactly what her inner whore wanted. She grabbed the end of his ponytail and yanked, exposing his neck for her to suck on. “Do it,” she ordered, sensing the tension in his body from holding back.
Brennan plunged into her and she locked her ankles behind his back, preventing him from changing his mind. He groaned as she added teeth to her exploration of his neck and gripped her ass hard. He shoved her onto his cock, seemingly uncaring if she could accept so much of him already or not.
“Ah!” she cried out, the pleasure/pain threshold blurring. She’d asked for him to be rough, so she wasn’t going to complain now that he was giving her what she needed.
“Take it all,” he said roughly, slamming into her.
Her core clenched in response, which wasn’t really helping her adjust to his size.
He pushed her torso down on the counter and hooked her calves over his shoulders, giving her a devilish grin when she whimpered at the new angle. “You wanted rough, huh?” His voice was gruff with lust. He pulled out entirely, before thrusting back inside. “You wanted me to ravage your pussy?”
“Yes!” she gasped, clutching the edge of the counter and wishing she could move, but Brennan had her at his advantage. Her release was building faster than ever before and her body was way too sensitized. How was she going to survive this?
“I’m coming,” he warned her. He threw his head back and shuddered, his fingers digging into her hips as he increased his punishing pace. “Fuck, I’m coming!”
Hearing how tortured he was made Cinnia’s head spin. She came harshly, clamping around his release in painful pulses. “Oh my God!” she panted. Even though he’s spanked her often in their relationship—both with his hands and, most recently, his belt—she hadn’t been aware that she would enjoy this element of agony in their lovemaking. It’s almost as if it was giving her more than the regular kind.
Sheesh, she was really turning into a masochistic submissive, wasn’t she? It would be worrying, if it wasn’t consensual.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured, withdrawing and reaching for a paper towel to clean his cock. He pulled his leather pants up and gave her a wicked look. “Is that what you wanted, Cin?”
“Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes in bliss.
“You’re such a naughty lass.” He stroked her thighs. “Stay like this.”
She arched her back once she felt his mouth on her tender core. “Brennan!”
“How else do you expect to get clean?” he chuckled, lapping up the evidence of both their orgasms. He moaned. “Fuck, I love the way your taste mixes with mine.”
“If you keep doing that, I’ll cum again.”
“Cin, we don’t have time.” He finished up and rose to his feet, a satisfied look on his face. “I have to get to work early today.”
Sighing, she allowed him to help her to her feet. “Fine,” she grumbled. “But you owe me.”
“Believe me, lass, I’ll give you all the head you want tonight.” He kissed her deeply, giving her a taste of them. Then he let her go, smacking her ass. “Go get into new underwear while I finish up here.”
She glanced at the ripped panties on the floor and bent to pick it up. “I don’t know why I even bother,” she teased, stuffing it in his back pocket and rushing upstairs to slide into a lacy set. When she got back to the kitchen, Brennan had already dished for them. “You know, I’m starting to think I’m only good for one thing.”
He had a faux quizzical look on his face. “When did I ever make you feel like you’re good for anything else?”
She chucked her napkin at him and giggled. “You know what I mean. You’re always doing all the work, sexually, and now you’re taking away my breakfast duties, too.”
“You made dinner last night,” he reminded her, shrugging. He began slicing up his bacon. “And I like being in control, sexually.”
“So, you won’t let me have my way with you for once?”
He winced. “As appealing as that sounds… I probably won’t be able to let go. Does that disappoint you?”
“Only because I want you at my mercy.”
Those ice blue eyes gazed at her for a moment. “Maybe one day, lass. I’ll never say never.”
“Fine, I’ll accept that.” She shifted on the chair, biting her bottom lip. Given their frequent bedroom antics, she was surprised she was still able to get sore. Shouldn’t she be building up a new kind of resistance to physical exhaustion?
“I don’t like that look on your face,” he joked, smiling broadly. “I hope you’re not planning on telling me you need a break.”
“I know it won’t work.” She winked cheekily. “I’ll give in first.”
He finished his meal and took her hand in his. “Seriously, though,” he said, kissing her knuckles, “if you need a few days to cool off, let me know. I don’t want you to dread the next time I’m inside you.”
“I don’t think I ever will.” An idea formed in her mind and she grinned. “But hey, it might be fun to see how long we can hold out and who’ll budge first.”
Brennan raised his dark eyebrows. “You’re not kidding.”
“Nope.”
“I have news for you, lass.” He got to his feet, taking his dishes to the sink and coming back for a long, thorough kiss that left her wanting more. He laughed at her dazed facial expression when he pulled away. “If you want to make a bet with me, you better have the stamina to back it up, ‘cause I never lose.”
“Well, I think you’ve met your match.”
“Do you really want to do this?”
“I’ll let you know by tonight.”
“Frankly, after years of not being able to fuck you, I think I’ve done my time,” he muttered. “But if you want to do
this, I’ll be happy to play along.”
“That’s good to know.” She followed him upstairs to brush her teeth. “And it’s not my fault you waited to fuck me.”
He rolled his eyes and picked his toothbrush up. “We’ve been over that.”
She silently cleaned her mouth and spit the foam out. “Do you think you would’ve enjoyed having sex with me while I was so skinny and young?” she asked, rinsing her mouth.
“I think I’ll always enjoy sex with you, regardless of your age or appearance.” He kissed her softly. “We’re made for each other, lass.”
“You know, for a mean, scary, biker guy, you’re really such a softie,” she pouted.
His gaze went heavenward once more. “Tell that to your ravaged ass.” He spanked her and turned on his heel. “I’ll see you later, Cin.”
“Have a good day!” she called after him, smiling once he grunted a reply. She fixed her makeup, since early-morning sex usually went hand-in-hand with unwanted sweat, and skipped downstairs. She had no idea why she was so energetic.
She decided to take the SUV to work. There were a few ominous clouds that made her wonder whether rain was imminent, which wouldn’t bode well if she took the Harley. Besides, she wanted to listen to the radio while maneuvering through traffic. She grabbed a jacket on the way out, locked the house and got in the car.
She was singing at the top of her lungs as she pulled into the parking lot at work, adding to her exceptionally good mood. She greeted the guys on the floor and sauntered down the hallway to Reade’s office, knocking on his door.
“Good mornin’, lass.” His eyebrows just about disappeared into his hairline. “What’s got ye so chirpy?”
“You don’t want to know,” she laughed. “I just wanted to say hi. Oh, and you remember about tonight, right?”
He grinned. “Would nae miss it for the world.”
Something in his tone set her inner alarm bells off. “Okay, what’s going on?”
“Ah have no idea what ye mean, lass,” he replied innocently. “Now, don’t ye have work tae do?”
“Yes,” she said slowly, “but I’m on to you, Reade. Just so you know.”
“Ah’m shakin’ in ma boots,” he chuckled.
