Full Circle

by Lynne, Donya

  He’d thought she wasn’t interested in pursuing the fantasies they’d discussed, but maybe Rob was right. Given her bashful reaction just now, perhaps she’d just needed time to adjust to the idea. After all, watching a dirty movie was her fantasy, and if acting on her own fantasy made her behave this shyly, he could only imagine how she felt about acting on his.

  “I know.” Her voice was muffled against his shirt, and she giggled nervously.

  Pulling away, he placed his thumb and forefinger under her chin and tilted her head so he could look into her eyes.

  “Why are you so nervous? This was your fantasy.”

  “I know it was, but . . .” She fought back another giggle, pressing her lips together. “I’ve just never watched a dirty movie with someone else in the room. It’s . . . just . . . this is going to be—”

  He placed his fingertips over her mouth. “Sexy as hell. That’s what it’s going to be.”

  She blushed and lowered her eyelids. Then she lifted her gaze to his again, her long, delicate lashes framing her pale-green eyes. “You make it sexy.”

  “So do you.” He gave her hand a light tug. “Now, come on, let’s get out of here, and I’ll teach you how sexy you can be when there’s a dirty movie on in the background.”

  “Another lesson?” she said as he opened the door.

  “If you want to think of it that way.” He led her down the hall. “But I choose to think we’re beyond lessons. Now . . .” He stopped abruptly and pushed her back against the wall, driving his hands up the front of her shirt until he grasped the scalloped lace cups of her bra and peeled them away from her breasts. Her nipples budded instantly against his palms as he squeezed them, making her gasp.

  “Mark!”

  “Now, we’re exploring,” he said, finishing his thought.

  She moaned against his mouth as he claimed her lips, tonguing her until she gave way and allowed him in.

  The sounds of laughter rang up the stairs from the party. Music and chatter echoed up and down the walls. At any moment, someone could come along and see them. Maybe another couple searching for a private corner would steal away upstairs and find them there, locked in their own passionate moment.

  The thought alone was enough to supercharge his arousal to the point he dragged her open collar down to expose one of her breasts.

  She writhed against the wall, gripping a handful of his hair as he ducked and closed his mouth around her nipple.

  “Mark, oh my God, Mark . . . what if someone sees us?”

  A rush of heat flooded his blood at the idea. “Let them.”

  “But . . .”

  He sucked her nipple, releasing it with a pop, then stood and straightened her clothing, covering her again. “Don’t worry. Tonight’s about your fantasy, not mine.” He cleared his throat and gently pulled her away from the wall. She seemed a bit unsteady on her feet, so he gave her a moment to gather herself. “But I would like to talk about mine again someday soon, if you’re still open to them.”

  She bit her lip. “Yes.”

  “You are?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, why?”

  “I just . . . we haven’t talked about them since I brought them up, so I wasn’t sure.”

  Her cheeks colored as she smiled. “I’m interested. I just needed some time to, you know, do a little research.”

  He grinned. “Research?” Wow, he’d been so off-base with his assumptions. He’d gotten bent out of shape over nothing.

  “Well, yeah.” She ran her hands down his chest and rested them on the sides of his waist. “You hit me with some stuff I’ve never heard of or done before.” Then she gave him a flirty look and said, “And my teacher likes me to study up on new things before I try them, so that’s what I’ve been doing.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Ah, yes, your teacher. Something tells me he’d be pleased to hear this.”

  She rose on her tiptoes and gave him a sweet kiss. “I hope so,” she said against his lips.

  He kissed her back then eased his arm around her, his hand at the small of her back. “Come on, let’s get back to the hotel before I take you back to my old bedroom.” He bobbed his head down the hall then ushered her toward the stairs.

  They briefly returned to the party, wished his parents a good night, and then Henry retrieved their coats as the valet brought around his car.

  Sexual tension hung over them the entire drive back to the hotel, but thirty minutes later, after a steamy kiss in the parking garage, one elevator ride filled with suggestive glances and coy touches, and a firm caress of her firm ass as he unlocked their door with his other hand, they were once again alone.

  The moment the door shut behind them, he spun her toward the wall and slammed her against it, bending to grab her just under the curve of her bottom, hoisting her off the floor. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms clamping around his shoulders.

  “Do we even need the movie?” she said, rolling her hips forward on a moan.

  Holding her with one arm, he pressed the other against the wall, dry humping her. “No, but we’re going to watch one, anyway.” He wasn’t going to shortchange her fantasy. Not when so many possibilities could unfold in the aftermath.

  Hopefully, this would open the way toward living out more of both their fantasies. That’s what he wanted, for them to enter a new level of trust and openness with one another.

  “You’re going to drive me crazy,” she said, dropping her head back so he could lave her neck.

  “But it’s a good crazy.”

  Her forearm wrapped around his head. “God, yes.”

  After expending the initial rush of sexual energy, Mark gave her one final kiss and stepped away from the wall. She unwound her legs and found her footing a moment later.

  God, he was torqued. If he wasn’t so committed to acting out her fantasy, he would have abandoned the dirty movie and taken her that instant, but he was nothing if not a connoisseur of pleasure, and he refused to rush anything he could savor instead.

  “Why don’t you take a relaxing bath while I check out our options,” he suggested, nodding toward the large flat screen hanging on the wall.

  Her eyebrows lifted curiously. “A bath? You want me to take a bath?”

  He reached around and patted her on the bottom. “Just setting the mood.”

  The corners of her mouth curled upward. “Even now, you’re such a planner.”

  He caressed her kiss-swollen lips with his thumb, enjoying the way they bunched then parted on a breathy exhale as she leaned toward him, taking his thumb into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, the suction awakening a lusty ache in the pit of his stomach.

  “You’re trying to distract me,” he said softly, bending his neck until their foreheads tapped together. His gaze remained glued to the way her rosy lips tightened around the base of his thumb, the same way it would around his cock.

  He moaned, swallowed, forced himself to breathe.

  Then she pulled away, releasing his thumb with a naughty grin. “I think I’ll take that bath now and leave you to ponder your obsession with planning.” She winked then spun and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving him with a straining erection and the lively awareness they were about to venture into yet another arena of their evolving relationship.

  Chapter 19

  Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced.

  -Marquis de Sade

  When Karma reentered the room, wearing nothing but her robe and smelling like vanilla soap, all the lights were off and Mark was sitting on the white love seat by the window overlooking the city of Chicago. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs, his gaze turned toward the view outside.

  “You sitting all alone out here in the dark?” She pattered barefoot across the carpet.

  His gaze slid to hers, one corner of his mouth lifting in a cool grin. It was The Look times a hundred, and it sent a hot ripple down her back to land squarely between her legs.

  Patting the c
ushion beside him with one hand, he raised the TV remote in the other, aiming it at the flat screen. A moment later, the screen came to life. She joined him, her nerves fluttering as she sat beside him while he pushed a couple of buttons until the movie he’d selected started.

  “What are we watching?” she asked as he set the remote on the table and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

  His dark eyes twinkled when he turned to look at her. “Does it matter?”

  Heat flooded her cheeks. “No.”

  It wasn’t that she’d never watched a porno. She wasn’t that innocent. But what little porn she had watched had been in private. Something about watching an X-rated movie with someone else felt weird. Almost too personal. Like she should be doing this alone.

  “So, we’re just supposed to sit here and—”

  “Ssshhh.” He held his index finger in front of his lips then pointed to the screen. “The movie’s on. No talking.” The playful yet carnal shadows in his eyes made it clear he didn’t care whether she talked or not.

  She smirked and swallowed a giggle, turning her attention to the screen.

  The movie started simply enough, as most pornos do. And from what she could tell, the loose plot to dress up all the sex was about a trio of friends on vacation whose car breaks down at night in a small Texas town. Oh, but wait. There just so happens to be an auto shop within walking distance where three hot, tattooed mechanics are on duty.

  Once the hot guys towed the car into their garage, it didn’t take long for the action to start as couples paired off.

  When the sex grew intense, Karma refused to look at Mark. She could feel him watching her. Feel his gaze focused intently on her instead of the movie.

  “Why are you watching me like that?” she eventually asked, fidgeting.

  When he spoke, his voice purred quietly over every syllable. “Because I like watching how turned on you’re getting.”

  She swallowed as the man on the screen flipped the woman to her stomach and penetrated her with enough force to shove her forward at least two feet, sending her sprawling on the bed—yes, this autoshop had an upstairs loft, complete with a king size bed. Go figure.

  But what made warmth bloom between her legs was the aggressive way the man fucked the woman. This was hardcore sex. Abandoned sex. The kind of fucking that left a woman internally bruised but in such a delicious way. A way that left no doubt she’d been fucked by a man driven by his own pleasure. Something about such impulsive, uninhibited wantonness sent Karma’s arousal into the atmosphere.

  Mark’s breathing had grown heavy, and his erection tented his briefs. He was no longer watching the movie, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still experiencing its effects.

  Or maybe watching her was what got him so hot.

  “So . . . how do I look when I’m turned on? Does it excite you?” she whispered, still unable to look at him but growing more aroused by the second.

  He leaned closer, gently pushing the lapel of her robe to the side, exposing her breast. “Very.” He let out a heavy, tremulous breath that washed over her shoulder.

  She glanced at the flat screen, staring at the way the muscles in the man’s arms bulged as he held himself above the woman, his hips rolling and thrusting at a bruising, rapid cadence. The woman cried out, her hands curled into tight fists around wads of bedsheets, straining the fabric as she held tight, back arched, ass in the air, her cheeks rippling with every powerful thrust.

  She wanted Mark to take her like that. Hard, almost reckless. Just once, she wanted to feel what such licentious fucking felt like. Mark always catered to her pleasure. Always made sex more about her gratification than his own. Not that he didn’t enjoy himself. He did. And the sex was incredible. But just once, she wanted to be fucked like the woman on the screen. To know what Mark felt like when he selfishly took her for his own enjoyment. If she got off, great. If not, he’d get her off next time.

  Mark bent and kissed the top of her breast. “Do you like what he’s doing to her?” Mark murmured, brushing his fingers over her nipple.

  “Y-yes.” She licked her lips, her eyelids falling halfway closed.

  “What’s so exciting about it?” He trailed his tongue down to her nipple and swirled it in a circle, coaxing her flesh into a tight peak.

  She placed her hand on the back of his head, her chest heavily rising and falling. “How rough he is.”

  His teeth nipped her budded nipple. “You like it rough?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, trying to focus on the action taking place on the TV, but increasingly falling prey to Mark’s ministrations.

  The truth was she didn’t know if she liked it rough or not. The only way she’d been taken that way was in Saint Lucia, on the yacht, when she and Mark had engaged in role-play sex. But she’d loved the hell out of that, so it was a safe bet she did, in fact, like it rough.

  “How rough?”

  She moaned as he pushed her hair aside and brushed his lips over the side of her neck then raked his teeth over the same area.

  “This rough?” He scraped her neck with his teeth again, harder this time, as he tightened his grip on her breast. Then he bit her. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make her sharply suck in her breath.

  Her head fell back and heat exploded between her legs. Somehow she managed to make a noise that resembled “Uh-huh.”

  Rough was nice. Very nice.

  “Or,” he said, drawing the word out, “This rough?” In one fluid motion, he whipped his arm around her waist, yanked her onto his lap, and forced her robe open. Grabbing the waist tie, he pulled it free of the belt loops, swung it around her, and tied her wrists behind her back, confining her.

  The next moment his mouth closed over her nipple, teeth bared, and she cried out, throwing her head back again.

  “Is this how rough you like it?” He sucked her nipple, tugging it between his teeth.

  She nodded urgently. “Yes . . .” She gasped as he gripped her hips and yanked her forward as he thrust against her. “God, yes!”

  He nodded over her shoulder to the TV. “Does my prisoner want to be taken like that?” She didn’t need to see what was happening in the movie. The sounds of hard fucking made it clear.

  But they were also back to acting out his kidnapper fantasy. Nice. Now they could enjoy both their fantasies at the same time.

  “Y-yes.”

  Using her tied arms as a lever, he yanked her haphazardly off his lap, stood, spun her around, and tossed her facedown on the bed. She bounced, and the hem of her robe flipped up to reveal her naked bottom. With her hands bound, there was nothing she could do to cover herself. Nothing she could do but lie there, exposed, and lift her head to watch him peel out of his briefs and snag a condom from the drawer of the bedside table.

  He was still rolling it on as he crawled onto the bed behind her, straddling her thighs as he maneuvered her around to face the TV.

  “Then watch,” he growled in her ear, grabbing the fabric secured around her wrists and pulling. Her upper body lifted off the bed, her arms stretched down her back. “Watch him fuck her the way I’m going to fuck you.”

  OhGodOhGodOhGod! She was so going to come the moment he entered her. Her core clenched, and he wasn’t even inside her, yet.

  The head of his cock nudged in close, probing as he used his free hand to brusquely slick her up and down.

  Panting, she kept her eyes glued to the TV. The man slowly pulled out then speared the woman hard. Again. Then again. Then the man slammed into her and pumped viciously, sweat glistening his arms and shoulders.

  A moment later, Mark thrust into her, using her binding as a handle to tug her back to meet his body.

  She cried out then gasped at the depth and force behind his violation, her body vibrating all the way to her marrow as her muscles swiftly surged toward orgasm.

  “Yes, yes, yes . . .” Each affirmation burst from her on a breath, in perfect sync with his harsh, maddening rhythm, her release spira
ling like a tornado, wrapping around her, consuming her, coiling tighter . . . tighter. How much more could she take? The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever felt, intensifying beyond her normal boundaries, sending her higher than she’d ever flown.

  And Mark knew it. He knew she was on the verge of having the most intense orgasm of her life.

  “That’s it,” he growled, cranking her arms lower with one hand as he gripped her hair with the other.

  His hips slapped loudly against her bottom, his delirious pace stealing her ability to think rationally. Her existence resided solely between her legs, at his control.

  Pulling her up to her knees, he clamped his arms all the way around her waist, fucking her like a caveman, harsh and animalistic, grunting in her ear, his sweat slicking her skin.

  But the new angle made his cock slam head-on with her G-spot, and that was all it took to make the storm cloud of mounting sexual tension explode.

  “Oh my Goooooooooood!” She’d never been a screamer, but as her muscles split apart and sent wave after wave of explosive tremors through every cell, she couldn’t rein in the vocal release matching her physical release ounce for ounce.

  A second orgasm rushed to claim her before the first was even finished. And then a third, smaller climax that felt more like an aftershock rippled through her thighs and lower abdomen.

  If not for Mark’s arms holding her up, she would have fallen in a useless heap, unable to do much else than close her eyes, shudder, and let the outbreak of pleasure totally consume her.

  His groans turned into growls, which turned into staccato grunts, and then his body halted midthrust as every striated muscle contracted. In that split-second, he didn’t utter a sound, not a breath or even a whisper. Then he twitched an instant before bucking hard against her, letting out a primal growl from deep within his chest.

  Great, shuddering gasps poured from his throat, his hips jack-hammering as if they had a mind of their own, completely out of control.

  Tumbling forward, she slammed into the mattress as he fell over her back, his hands fisting on either side of her head, gripping the comforter as he continued pumping into her.