by Sara Spark
She glanced down at his cock that was standing upright, like it was a flag trying to get her attention. “Looks like you still are on a hair trigger.” She glanced up at him wide-eyed. “You sure recover fast!”
“Only for you.” Bain said gruffly.
She slowly reached out with her red tongue and swiped at a cut on his forefinger. Bain rumbled. She raised her eyes to look at him as she took the tip into her mouth to suckle again.
“Lia, Lia, stop.” She paused looking up at him. “I loved how we made love earlier. I loved the way you rode me. I won’t ever forget the sight of you spreading wide and swallowing my cock into that little wet pussy.” He pulled his finger out of her mouth with regret. “But I can’t do that again right now, mate. Later? Yes.”
Much later, his buffalo amended. Like in a few years! That was fucking torture! Watching her take hours to slide down on our cock?!?
It wasn’t hours! He shot back.
Felt like it, his buffalo grumbled.
She looked puzzled. “Huh? You liked it, but you don’t want to repeat it? I think your body is saying something different!” Her eyes flicked down to his cock.
“I’m too fucking horny, ok? I’m too hungry.”
She looked bewildered.
Bain growled. Springing to his feet. Rubbing the back of his neck. “I just can’t be that gentle, right now. You need sensitive, loving and gentle. Right now I am far from that!”
“Is there something you need that I haven’t given you?”
Bain groaned at her vulnerability, at the hurt beginning to creep into her voice.
He came to her, careful to approach her softly. He cupped her face and kissed her gently. Sucking tenderly on her bottom lip, melding his mouth to hers, putting his heart into the kiss. “That is what you need right now, mate.” He paused looking deep into her soft blue eyes.
“And this. This is the only thing I can give right now.” With that husky retort, he firmly gripped her hair, arching her head back, as he nipped sharply on her neck then licked his way up to her mouth, where he set about causing devastation. He dominated her mouth. He took command and she submitted. He sucked on her lips then gave a sharp nip to the bottom one. When she gasped, he pressed his advantage, thrusting his tongue inside and claiming hers. Claiming victory. He dug in, feeling like he could claim her mouth for hours…as long as he was fucking her hard as he did. Hard. Hard is not what she needs right now. With a snarl, he yanked his head back. Gazing at the tousled, curvy beauty in front of him, he growled with lust.
Abruptly he dropped down and started doing pushups. He better turn these into clap pushups since the scent of her arousal was swirling in the air all around him. Pushing down slowly, he forcefully exploded into the air clapping before he caught his weight to slowly lower down again. Lia said nothing, just watched in silence. Shit, do a quick 100 and then give the signal and get the fuck out of this elevator drenched in her scent. And his scent, too. The scent of them combined. Maybe Magnus felt like wrestling? He had to get this fire out.
A light sheen of sweat had coated his body by now, so that when her hand landed on his back it slid back and forth. He growled. His buffalo was close. He exploded from the floor again for a clap, but her hand just rode with him, and somehow ended up on his ass. He froze in his landing position. He didn’t turn his head. He was a little afraid of the temptation she offered in that big shirt of his.
“You’re pushing me, bunny!” He growled at her.
“Oh, don’t mind me. I was just checking your form. Making sure that you were doing it correctly.”
Bain gnashed his teeth as her teasing little hand followed the curve of his ass, squeezing at the bottom of the curve. Then, the naughty bunny had the audacity to wiggle her little fingers between the cheeks of his ass. He exploded off the floor again, but this time he landed on her, cupping her head and controlling her landing so she wouldn’t be injured.
“I need to fuck you, mate.”
“Who told you, you couldn’t?”
He snarled in her face. One hand gripping her head. “It’s gonna be wild. Can you handle wild?”
Her fathomless blue eyes looked at him, giving nothing away. “You won’t hurt me.”
“Not like that. Never. But what is between us is more than gentle. And you like a little taste of pain with your pleasure.” He nipped her ear hard, her nipples pinching hard in reaction as her nails dug into his back. His hand roughly grabbed her breast through the shirt squeezing then rubbing the nipple, with a pinch it was gone. Cries were bursting from her wherever his hand went. He was sucking hard on her neck. She was going to be marked for sure tomorrow!
“Part your legs.” Trembling, she parted them. Anticipation driving her higher up her orgasmic mountain. No prelude. He thrust two fingers into her, pumping fast.
“Bain!” She screeched. She grabbed onto him, needing an anchor in the storm.
“This is rough, bunny.” He snarled in her face. “Tell me now! Can you take rough?”
She gasped and shivered, clawing at his shoulders at the merciless pace he set. He was right. This fired up her blood. “Yes, yes, Bain!” Her nerve endings were playing havoc with her body. Pain, pleasure, hot, tight, rough. She didn’t know what was coming next.
Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out. She wailed in protest. “No!”
“Give yourself to me.”
“I am.” She gasped.
“No, give me everything. Trust me with everything. Your permission for anything.”
Her expression turned a little wary.
“Can you feel our connection?” She nodded at his question. “Can you feel my pleasure when I look at you?” He firmly spread her legs wide and gazed at her wet folds.
She was gasping, watching him, feeling the same intensity he was. “Yes!”
“Do you understand? I would be able to tell if you felt anything wrong or bad.”
He plunged his hand into her again. She screamed. Reflexively, she grabbed his arm. Panting trying to ride the wave that was tossing her high into the air so fast, it was kinda scary.
Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. “Bain, Bain,” she was rolling her head from side to side. “You are killing me.” Feeling stranded on that lofty orgasmic level, not high enough to tip over into an orgasm, but too high to quickly calm down. Her nipples were pinched into tight nubs, almost poking holes through the shirt.
“Yeah, you like that don’t you, bunny? Give me anything.” Could such a banal word as ‘like’ cover the drawn-out, burning, tormenting hunger she was feeling right now.
“Anything?” she squeaked. This was getting real in a hurry. Could she really do that?
“Anything.”
Lia looked at him, seeing the wildness inside him. Then she felt the connection between them. She felt him. Felt him deep inside.
“Yes.”
He snarled at her, the tension seemed to ratchet even higher in him. “Neptune.”
“Uhhh, Neptune?”
“If you get panicky, or something is too painful. Say the word Neptune and everything stops.” She breathed through the panicky feeling already. Would she really need a safe word? “But, Lia, I want you to try to not use it. Trust me.” She nodded briefly.
He looked down again. His hands moved faster than she could comprehend and the shirt she was wearing was pulled off and thrown behind him to land on the cart. He was rumbling almost constantly now. His head drew close as he growled in her ear and then slowly slid down her neck. His hot breath blasted across her skin. She moved her hands to his shoulders, but it’s not like her two hands would be able to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. Bain worked his way down her neck, biting and nipping. A sharp bite on the underside of her large boob pulled a squeal from her.
“Bain!” But he was already soothing it with his tongue and wet suckling kisses. She was moving in her need, pushing her breast to his mouth. Panting. Needing. All of a sudden he was back up at her neck, growling in her ear, “Love your tit
s! Gonna fuck them…later.” His growling voice was almost not even English. Not intelligible as a language. But she knew what he said from inside their connection, where it resonated.
His hands roved over her, and unlike earlier they weren’t softly caressing. They were rough, hungry and sent shockwaves of pleasure rebounding back and forth in her body. For a long moment he paused, his face hovering above her spread pussy, hard hands keeping her in position. His expression was so fierce, so primeval that he almost didn’t look human. Then with a swift strike he raised her bottom, and shoved his tongue deep.
“Ahhhhhhh!” She was gasping and panting. Her mind trying to keep up with the sensations tearing through her.
Bain was feverishly fucking her with his tongue, then pulling out to circle round and round her opening. Lia bucked her heels trying to gain purchase on anything, his shoulder, his back. Her hands clawed at his head, but he was shaved smooth so she couldn’t even use a hair grab to pull him away from her sensitive, needy pussy. Her hands clenched into the tablecloths underneath her. One of her heels with blind luck managed to lodge onto one of his bulky shoulders. She pushed trying to scramble back and away from him.
Oh My God, she wasn’t sure that she was gonna survive this! This was not easy. This was not soft. This was catastrophic. Climbing this high was starting to scare her. But Bain didn’t like her instinctive escape attempt and he scraped one of his teeth abrasively over her clit. She screamed bucking her hips, trying to get less of his touch and more at the same time.
Without warning, he was gone again, crouched over her panting just as she was. She was still short of her orgasmic mountain, and kinda getting pissed about it. Bain could have at least made her come while he was down there! She was gasping trying to get enough air in while dealing with her overwrought system.
“Gonna fuck you, mate.”
Something, she didn’t know what, had been bubbling up to the surface during all their carnal touches. Something that responded to everything about him, his touch, his scent, his huge muscular form and his wide thickness. That something took over. It had had enough.
“Then do it already! More fucking, less talking!” With her neck arching up to put her face in his face, she snarled at him.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
He’d spanked her pussy with a sharp, snap of his hand. “I am in charge!”
“Baiiiiiiin!” Gasping, she saw stars, the pleasure with a sharp dash of pain was intoxicating, addictive. Whimpers were escaping as she writhed and bucked underneath him pulling on his arms trying to tempt him to lower down to her.
She liked that! His buffalo said in awe.
A lot more than liked, he responded, eyeing her writhing form. He had to reach down and squeeze his cock just under his mushroomed head to prevent himself from spilling all over her.
Swiftly, he picked her up and flipped her. Placing her down on her hands and her knees. With a steady pressure on her neck, he pressed her face down, but kept her ass thrust up in the air. Deliberately, he approached her from behind, trailing his nose across the skin of her calves, then her thighs, randomly licking and biting hard. Lingering for a moment, Bain flattened his tongue to lick up all the pussy juices that had eased out of her and spilled over her thighs.
“Part yourself for me.” He growled. His need was riding him hard. That and his buffalo. His buffalo was only focused on claiming. Well, that and penetration. Claiming and fucking. Fucking and claiming.
“W-w-wha?” She gasped.
Pushing her down even more, Bain pried her hands out from under her, and had her grab her own ass. She didn’t part them. Bain gave her a minute. She was cloudy with lust and so was he. Words weren’t high on her priority list right now.
Smack! Smack!
He spanked her again catching her pussy, the sensitive backs of her thighs and a little bit of her ass. She wailed, teetering on the brink of her orgasm. More of her delectable pussy juice easing out. But she spread the round cheeks of her ass and arched her back a little, giving him everything he wanted to see.
“Good Bunny!”
Mater! The view of her sexy perfection took his breath. Wiggling his head into her entrance, he did a slight twist of his hips and then thrust into her solidly. He felt her pain fighting with pleasure like two different waves on the ocean that came together with a crash. He panted, crouched over her, reaching around her, and dragging his fingers through her wetness. He circled round and round her clit. Making sure that it was the pleasure wave that came out on top.
Lia thought Bain had broken her pussy at first when he thrust in. But her insane body had even morphed that stinging, burning pain into burning, fiery, delectable pleasure. Pounding once, twice, three times. She held herself open for him and wailed out her conflict. Tightness, burning, ecstasy, penetration, stretching, pleasure. She didn’t know what she was feeling exactly at any one moment. All of that and more. Bain crouched over her. His hips moving like a piston. Growls loud in her ears. With a snap of his teeth beside her ear, he pulled out.
She warbled a “Noooooo!”
Dragging his wet cock against her, he reared back to admire the view.
“I’m gonna fuck this sexy hole, mate.” He pressed his wet head against the rosebud of her ass. His hands clamped onto her hips as he trailed back and forth all along the crease between her cheeks. Quivering at her vulnerability, Lia, at that moment, decided she was all in. As crazy as it seemed, she put herself into his hands. She could have yelled ‘Neptune’ at the top of her voice and busted his eardrums with it. But she found she wanted to see where this led. He had asked her to try not to use it. She would trust him. She wrapped herself around the connection to him, vibrating with her vulnerability, but certain of her choice.
“That’s it mate. I feel you.” He pulled her hands away and positioned them back to bracing her. Then he thrust back into her pussy, once, twice, then pulled out to drag her wetness around her rosebud again. Over and over.
“Later. Will fuck there eventually, when you’re stretched, when you’re ready.” He gasped out, riding the same painful edge of orgasm as Lia. Pushing back into her pussy, he found he couldn’t pull out anymore. His control was gone.
Wrapping one hand ruthlessly in her hair, he arched her up and back towards him. Then he began a rugged pace. Using his cock thrusts to push her away as the hand buried in her hair and the hand on her hip brought her back to him. Back and forward he rode her mercilessly, hips churning and hammering at her.
Her cries had devolved to unintelligible wails and groans. But through their connection he kept her on this side of the pleasure/pain border. Using his free hand he took it off of her hip and stroked it down to her clit. Giving it a firm pinch launched Lia.
“Baiiiiin!” She screamed, orgasming hard. Breath stopped in her lungs. Her hips bucked to get every ounce of ecstasy that he offered. Her pussy clamping down on his cock in her pleasure. He thrust once more, losing his mind at the tight, wet pussy squeezing him. He tried to pry himself out for one more thrust, but only managed an inch before he gave in and hammered in deep, roaring and releasing deep inside that contracting pussy. He shot forward and bit hard into the sexy spot where her neck met her shoulder. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he felt another wave of contractions ripple around his dick that was releasing stream after stream deep in her pussy. Their connection deep inside him flared with a brilliant light. The pleasure filling him was echoed in the bond. Not like before the bite. Before he caught hints, pieces of her emotions. This bond was deep, intimate. He felt her on every level of his soul. He felt them entwined in ecstasy. Her pleasure amping up his. His pleasure ratcheting up hers. Back and forth ecstasy increasing. Blowing his mind.
Pater’s shaft! His mate was pure fucking sex! He was gonna fuck her for a month solid. He wasn’t gonna pull out. Just fuck her, have her sleep on top of him and when they woke up, fuck her again. They would stop to eat…now and again. Pleasurable visions of what that would look like filled his head as th
ey collapsed together.
Chapter 8
They must have both drifted off, because he woke much later. His internal clock telling him that a chunk of time had passed. He was stretched out on his back and he had her snuggled into his side. One of her little hands on his chest and a curvy thigh slung onto his hip. He managed to stretch, reach his bag and find a water bottle. Lia was groggy. He offered her the water, and reluctantly decided that their sexy interlude needed to end so that he could get his mate some real food and some rest. He had ridden her mercilessly. She was going to be sore unless he did something about it. He needed to heal her pussy with his tongue. Mentally, he rubbed his hands together at the thought of the necessary healing.
Bain rubbed Lia’s back and helped her slowly wake up. Stealing an opportunity, one big hand cupped her breast squeezing gently, loving the plush softness. Oh, yeah, he told her earlier he was gonna fuck these lush beauties.
In life, it’s very important to keep your promises, his buffalo intoned importantly.
Bain snorted.
With some nibbling kisses and deep massaging rubs, Bain got Lia moving. When he had gotten the water bottle, he had turned on a little transmitter that emitted a signal letting his Alpha and Beta know that they were ready to be “rescued.” They were busy putting everything back together. Bain had stripped off a piece of one of the tablecloths to make a tie for Lia’s ‘shirtdress’ that she was wearing.
“Mate,” he intoned sternly a few minutes later as they were straightening their gear, “that’s the second time that your neckline has shifted and your whole boob has almost popped out. I don’t want anyone seeing those perfect tits, besides me.”
She giggled. “Yes, Bain,” she said demurely. He frowned at her as he noticed one entire shoulder was bare. He got distracted when she asked, “so what’s with this ‘mate’ thing in the south? Is it like, hey babe? Or does it mean bae or girlfriend or something?”
He froze. Maybe he shoulda explained a few things before they were rescued?
The elevator dinged on the 22nd floor. They must have switched directions going up instead of down. And a whole welcoming crew was waiting for them. His Alpha, his Beta, his Prima and even head of security, Keegan was there.
