His mask of confusion slowly faded, but as quickly as that his jaw tightened and ticked in and out. The blue I loved so much in his eyes darkened.
“The only position I want to put you in, Samantha, is your feet in the air with your legs at 2 and 10.”
I gasped, unable to hold it in, but Jesus, I wanted him to rip my clothes off and take me right then. My entire body shuddered from head to toe.
“Do you want that guy, Sam?” His manner softened.
“No. But you had no right to do that, Mac.”
“In my book, I had every right.” The ocean swam again in his eyes, thank God.
“In your book? What is that? The Macbook?”
He nodded. “Call it what you want. But when I Macfuck you, we’re operating out of my rulebook.”
Moisture pooled between my damn legs at his crazy shit.
“You…” I panted. “You put the cuckoo back in the clock, Mac.”
I tried to pull away, to regain some composure, but he easily held me where he wanted me. For Christ’s sake I was a forty-year-old woman suddenly unable to function.
“Oh I put the cuckoo back in the clock? Need I remind you what was happening when we met? You were in the middle of a full-blown anxiety attack. Then the night you were outside my cabin, your fucking jugular was about to burst. Not to mention you shedding clothes like a dog sheds fur last night on the beach.”
I threw my arms up. “I know I have anxiety. Trust me I don’t need you to point out my flaws. And it was a dare!”
This time I broke free as tears seeped into my eyes, pissing me off even more. Why did I cry when I got mad?
I was a fool to think I could get away from him. His arms snaked around me pulling me back into his chest.
“Sam, I didn’t mean that like it sounded. Listen,” he groaned into my ear. “I just want you to think about the time we’ve been together. I don’t think your anxiety has attacked once. We had a blast and not one time did I see you anxious. Why do you think that is?”
I shook my head, furious that a tear broke its barrier and trickled down my cheek. Before I could wipe it away, he spun me to face him.
“Tell me,” he begged. When he saw the tear, a painful grimace shot across his face. “Sam,” he hissed crushing me to his broad chest. “I’m sorry! I swear to God on my soul, I’m sorry. Don’t cry.”
“Mac. I don’t want to have those issues.”
“I don’t care if you have them. I wanted to believe that it was because you were with me and I, for that day, made you feel safe. And made them disappear.”
“You make me feel…” I paused.
“Feel what?”
“Feel! Period. Just feel, Mac. It’s been so long. I feel! I mean I feel everything with regards to Jake. His joy. His sadness. But mine...my feelings.” I released a rush of air as that realization hit me. “They’ve been pushed aside. Pushed back. Avoided.”
He invaded my space with his massive body towering over me. The hunger in his eyes caused a tremor to quake through my abdomen down to my groin. My mouth fell open searching for breath.
“Sam. I’m going to fuck you now,” he said so matter of fact, raking his fingers through my hair. My mouth snapped shut, there was no way I was ruining this moment with words. “I’d like to start with my tongue, then my finger, then my cock. Is that ok with you?”
Oh dear God. I could feel the wetness lurking between my legs. This man was funny, sexy as hell and a dirty talking sexual god. How could two men be so different? Bryan would never have uttered those words! And to be honest, I never thought that I’d even like to be talked to like that. I couldn’t have been more wrong. All I could do is stare at his mouth waiting for more…I wanted more.
When his mouth covered mine, the kiss started out slow then suddenly his tongue dove into my mouth on a deliberate search for mine. As our tongues mingled, his tasting every inch of my mouth, I thought about feeling his tongue other places.
The breeze blew between my legs and was refreshing to the onslaught of heat. And if my head hadn’t been in so much of a lust fog, I would have noticed that Mac had hiked up the hem of my dress. Yet I had nothing…zero words to stop him. No resistance whatsoever. Even when his thumbs slid beneath the lace of my panties and he inched them down…I only panted into his mouth.
Admittedly, I wasn’t afraid of this man’s tongue…or his fingers, though they were King Kong fingers. Hell, I wasn’t even afraid of his dick. The only thing I was afraid of was not having him hold me. His kiss stopped, and my eyes opened. I thrived on predictability. My issues all stemmed from needing to be in control. My control in that moment was up for grabs.
“Look at me,” he said, and I did.
That’s when his finger slid slowly through my wetness, teasing my entrance and then gliding smoothly over my clit. I jumped and my head fell back hitting nothing but air. I jerked it back up. Suddenly, he lifted me and pushed me back against a steel wall. The coldness of the wall felt refreshing to my hot back. His finger immediately went back to work.
“Sweet Jesus, Sam.”
His lips smashed against mine, harder than before; he kissed along my collarbone before he fell to his knees. This was going to happen right here. Oh my God! My head rotated from side to side to see if we were alone. At this point, I wasn’t sure I’d stop him anyway.
When he lifted my leg up…embarrassment settled through me. There was no doubt he was seeing all of me. No man had seen me like this since Bryan, and that had been so long ago.
He flung my leg over his shoulder, brushing a kiss on my thigh. Both my hands lay flat against the steel wall behind me trying to brace myself.
“Ahh!” I cried out when his tongue gently licked me, the warmth spreading to every part of my body. His tongue instinctively found my clit, and my leg still supporting me nearly buckled. As if he knew, his hands cupped my ass holding me in place. Damn this guy was good.
“God, Mac,” I whispered.
Those two words seemed to unleash, an animal as his tongue swirled in circles…a long moan growled up his throat vibrating through me. I’d never come standing up. I’d never come by a man’s tongue. I couldn’t remember the last time I had come…period.
“Mmm…” I groaned. My hand abandoned the wall and fisted in his hair. The fuse was lit and as it sizzled closer to detonating the explosive I thought was a dud—wow…my entire body started to shudder. Mac released my ass with one hand, allowing me to rest against the wall.
He slowly slid a single finger inside me. The presence of his finger alone forced a moan to tear up my throat. The combination of his finger and tongue…discharged the dynamite.
“Mac,” I squeaked, when for the first time in a long time, my body shuddered out of control. His finger and tongue continued to draw the orgasm from me. Slowly. Beautifully. Perfectly. I couldn’t think…I couldn’t breathe…I wanted to drown in the moment. I wanted the waves of pleasure to continue, to take me under where it was all I knew. Where it was all that existed.
The soft kiss on my thigh, the absence of his finger, the pop of his knee…all signs that the tongue and finger fuck were over.
“Jesus, woman. What are you doing to me?” he asked, lifting my leg off his shoulder and resting my foot on the ground.
I’m not sure what that meant. I’d done nothing to him yet. And even still I had no words.
“You know, if this is what it took to shut you up, I’d have made you come the first day I met you.”
And if I could turn back time, I’d have let him. Hindsight.
There was no hesitation when he kissed me. Funny, because normally I would have shied away from a kiss from a guy with pussy residue on his lips. Even if it was mine. It was clear to me in that moment that I’d do anything with this guy.
“Sam. My cock is going to be inside you in exactly…three minutes…I mean two,” he corrected. “I’ll take you right here or…”
I grabbed his hands, chucked off my heels and started running to my cab
in.
“I changed my mind…60 seconds,” he threatened.
Desperation clung to every step as I jogged in my tight dress; smelling like sweaty, nasty funk when we got to my cabin wasn’t a great idea either.
“This ship is big, Mac,” My voice broke, frustrated that he might change his mind. His hands grabbed my cheeks and he kissed me so softly.
“Thirty seconds,” he whispered.
“We are never going to make it!” I shrieked, and he backed me into a corner.
With his hand, he took mine then pressed it up against his crotch. Holy hell, a freaking rock.
“Tell me one thing, Sam, do you want me…or this?” His brows scrunched together.
Both… was what I wanted to scream, but I didn’t know if it was a trick question. I nodded.
“Answer me. Out loud. I want to hear you say it,” he gritted.
“Yes,” I hissed. “I want…you…” Screw it, I said it.
The look in his eyes only darkened as his lids stood at half-mast. There was no way I would ever be able to walk away from this man. When he stretched out his hand to me with unnecessary questions in his eyes, I took it. Now, I was behind him as he strolled toward my cabin less frantic.
“You have thirty seconds left or I’m out,” I joked.
The look of crazy in his eyes when he turned them on me caused me to step back. My smile faded.
“I know a girl who’s gonna get burned playing with fire,” he said, lazily walking toward me.
Then in one foul swoop, he heaved me up over his shoulder and barreled down the corridor.
“Mac!” I yelled laughing, but he didn’t waiver in his mission.
The minute I squirmed, attempting to get down, he smacked my ass.
“OH. MY. GOD! I can not believe you just did that!”
SMACK
He did it again.
“It’s Thor, not God,” he chuckled, never deviating from his mission. “Where’s your key?”
A couple from the room across from me came out. I angled my neck back to see them.
“Hey,” I said as if I wasn’t hanging upside down on some hot guy’s shoulder.
I handed him my little handbag. He managed to handle me, the bag and the key. I heard the door open and the cool air from my room hit my ass.
“Jesus, woman. It’s like Antarctica in here.”
“I like to sleep cold. Would you mind putting me down now?”
As gently as one could, he plopped me onto the bed. While I stared up at him, he unknotted his tie, and though he was undressing, his eyes undressed every inch of me.
“Any reservations?” he asked, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
I shook my head. “How old are you?” I asked. We’d lost track of that conversation somewhere along the way.
He draped his shirt over a chair and pulled his t-shirt over his head. God, he was beautiful.
“I’m old enough to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”
Those words sucked every ounce of oxygen from my lungs.
He grabbed my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed and then unexpectedly, flipped me onto my stomach. Doggy style would not have been my choice…but whatever. I wanted to look into his eyes. Cheesy? Maybe.
Slowly, he unzipped my dress then flicked me back over. OK. He tugged on the sleeves of my dress. Thank God I was lying down because gravity was helping fat sink toward the bed.
“You’re beautiful, Sam.” His words came at the perfect time—just as he’d removed my dress completely and tossed it on the chair. I was naked except for my bra. My underwear were still in his possession from earlier.
His belt was next. Part of me wanted to do it…but watching him was something I knew I’d never get to see again.
“You’re…beautiful too if I may be redundant.”
“You may.”
When his trousers slid perfectly down his legs, he left them there, standing in front of me in his boxer briefs.
“Why is it this part is always the hardest?” I asked.
“It is certainly hard, baby.” He winked, easing my tensions.
Leaning up and sitting, I wanted to take off his undershorts. He beckoned me with his finger and I eagerly stood moving toward him. His presence demanded my submission without words. He rotated his finger in a circle wanting me to turn? I did. After whisking my hair to one shoulder, his lips kissed down my neck, over my shoulders to my bra where he unfastened it. My breasts though small, were still affected by gravity too. Damn it.
My back rested against his chest while his hands came around to my breasts, cupping them, massaging them, teasing my nipples until he drew a hoarse moan from me. Without thinking, I instinctively arched my back pressing my ass into his crotch. An exaggerated groan crept up his throat near my ear.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like…ok?” he asked, and I only nodded.
“I’ll only give you an hour to stop doing that,” I teased as his finger and thumb rolled my nipples.
“You like this? Tell me what you like, please.”
I nodded again. I think. “That. What you’re doing.”
“Mmm. I’ll do it as long as you need. But I’m going to switch to my mouth. I want to taste you.”
His body began moving forward, forcing me toward the bed. When my legs nudged the mattress, he turned me around and kissed me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
With one arm supporting my waist, he laid me down, resting next to me. His body was so massive, he easily cocooned me.
The warmth of his mouth when it covered my breast was intoxicating. I could feel myself getting wetter with every lap of his tongue over my nipple.
Every time I reached for him, he slyly diverted my hand, adding an additional stimulation to me. He fingered me, this time with two fingers, as his thumb rubbed over my clit. As his fingers moved in and out of me, the sound of my wetness increased my arousal.
I’d always been sort of a one and done girl…but I wanted to never stop with Mac. There was no question that I was going to come. I opened my eyes long enough to see him staring at me with a smirk on his face.
“What?” I whispered.
“The look on your face…I’d pay to see it every day.”
The waves of pleasure exploded rippling out over my body…his touch, his words…I wanted them every day. His forehead rested on mine.
“Fuck, Sam. I feel every single pulse around my fingers. My cock wants to feel that.”
“I want that, Mac. I want that so badly.”
He stood, grabbed something from his pants pocket and then shed his boxer briefs. His cock was so large and heavy…it bobbed as he crawled back on the bed. I certainly didn’t expect anything small given the size of this man but…wow. My entire body clenched in anticipation and maybe fear.
“I feel so sorry for you,” he said with a hint of a smile.
“Why is that?”
“Sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck you every way possible.”
A quiver? I’m not sure what to call it, but my body responded to his words, and he noticed because his smile grew. From his knees, he opened the foil package and slid the condom on, stretching it to its limits. As he wedged between my legs, his eyes bore into mine. The ocean that once lived in his was a raging pool of water now.
“Please go slow,” I whispered with him bearing down at my entrance.
With pursed lips he glared at me. “Sam. When there is a drought in Nevada…the ground is dry and cracked. If there is a sudden downpour, the rain simply washes away. It doesn’t have time to soak in. But, if it is a gentle shower, the ground has a chance to catch up and it drinks that water up.”
He said Nevada, which is a state away from me.
“Is my vagina the dry and cracked ground in this scenario?”
“Nope, your delicious, wet pussy is and my dick is the gentle shower. And it’s gonna rain all night,” he said with a grin.
His body rested between my legs forcing my legs as far apar
t as they could go. The softness in his lips assured me he would take it slow.
As he began to push inside, I could feel myself stretch beyond what I ever thought I could.
“Ohhh!” I whimpered, and he came to a stop.
I tilted my hips up to take more of him. “Mm,” he groaned pushing forth again, and at the same time, leaning down and sucking my nipple into his mouth. God, this man was good.
“You feel…incredible, Sam,” he panted.
The dick on this guy was so massive around that he inadvertently rubbed my clit as he moved in and out. With that movement, slow and steady, a climax built that I was unprepared for. I’d never had an orgasm with sex alone before.
With his fingertips, he brushed down my cheek.
“So…” he breathed. “Is it what you remembered?” he asked, a smile pulling at his lips; pure pleasure radiated from his eyes.
I shook my head almost uncontrollably from side to side. Sex had never been like this. Every part of me wanted to be absorbed by this man…I wanted to seep into the pores of his body and live there. Though I knew he would never be mine, I closed my eyes and committed this moment to memory, knowing it would be stuck on replay in my mind forever.
As my orgasm bordered on the brink of eruption, I raised my hips to meet his and I’ll be damned if he had more to offer as he went deeper.
“Ah!” I groaned nearly in pain as my body seemed to reach its cock limit…yet mingled with pleasure I would never forget.
His hand skidded through my hair, firmly gripping the back of my neck, and then his mouth covered mine as he kissed me deeply, moaning into my mouth.
I broke free of the kiss to catch my breath as rolls of pleasure built.
“I’m gonna come, Mac.”
“Oh baby…me too.”
When I came, I kept my hips moving to continue the friction with my clit and holy hell, my insides greedily squeezed around him; the fullness inside was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
“Oh God, Sam…Oh…” he groaned hoarsely into my ear. The warm air making me hotter. I pushed him back so I could see his face.
“Mac, come for me,” I whispered and an erotic haze crept into his eyes as he plunged into me. “AH!” I screamed, finally taking all of him.
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