“Umm, I’m sorry. I think I have….” Dipshit said, clearly reading my back the fuck up expression.
“Yeah,” I said and slammed the door on his baffled face.
“Matt!” Ember had the nerve to look taken aback. Again I repeat, the fuck?
“Was that a part of your game?” I stalked her back against the door and her hands came to my bare chest. Her eyes widened when she registered that I was naked.
“No,” she insisted, and I couldn’t tell if fear or arousal had her breathing heavy and honestly. Right now, I didn’t give a shit. I blew past pissed and settled on lit the fuck up. I got her wanting to make me pay, all her little games to give me blue balls and make me break, but this was fucking pushing it.
She does not kiss anyone but me, she does not give that secret smile that she only uses with me and that I love so much to anyone else but me, and she sure as shit does not date anyone but. fucking. me.
Ember was mine, and it was time she realized that.
I caged her in between my arms, mimicking last night’s stance and pushed against her until her hands dropped from my chest, and I molded my body to hers.
“I tried, I tried to be the nice sweet guy you want Ember. The guy that wouldn’t give into his rage that seems to run in his fucking family, when what’s his is threatened. But that guy is gone and now you have me who is trying to understand why you would shit around with some random asshole’s life that way. I’m doing everything I can to not go after him and beat the shit out of him.” I breathed in heavy through my nose and tried to calm down, but it was hard. Ember had witnessed my temper on a few occasions, and while I had tamped that shit down for the majority of my life because businessmen didn’t have tempers, it crept up every now and again. So why would she invite this dude to our house just to what? Fuck with me? Mission accomplished: I’m fucked with.
“Matt, I didn’t. You have it all wrong. I swear,” she said and her voice begged me to hear her and I did, but…
“You’re mine Ember. No more fucking around,” I barked. “Say it.” I needed her to be all in, no more games, no more holding back. She hesitated, and I was just getting ready to remind her what she’d admitted last night when she looked me dead in the eye and made my day.
“I’m yours.”
Chapter Twenty
Matt
Those words falling from her plump lips was the kick start I had been waiting for the past week, and I wasted no time in ruthlessly taking her mouth in a punishing kiss that told her what was in store. Without breaking the kiss, I bent down and hauled her up by her ass to where she had no choice but to wrap her legs around my hips, turned, walked the short distance down the hall to our bedroom, and dropped her to her feet.
“Take it off.” I didn’t even try and keep the need out of my voice. I’ve wanted to sink deep into her since last night; shit, since before last night and now, with her admission, nothing would me back. The look in her eyes told me she was there too, and she quickly removed her dress and panties and dropped them on the floor at her feet.
Shit, she was beautiful. Her eyes were alive with anticipation, and her creamy smooth skin begged me to lick every inch of it. I wanted to take my time and savor this, but when her eyes darted to my hard cock and her tongue darted out to lick her lips, I forgot about taking my time.
I stalked over to her and positioned her on the bed on all fours then reached out and caressed my fingers down her back and over her ass.
“Matt,” she panted and jerked when I pressed my middle finger against the tight bud of muscles.
“I want you here,” I declared and wasn’t at all shocked when she agreed with a throaty ‘yes’ a millisecond later. She knew what was up.
“Did you get rid of what was in the nightstand?” I asked smoothly. I knew the answer as I had checked when she was out, but I needed her to be with me. Even though she had agreed, I needed to make sure she knew what was coming.
“No,” she replied, and I reached over, opened the nightstand, and pulled out a shiny glass butt plug and the small bottle of lube. She tracked my movements and held in a gasp when I ran the plug through her wet folds, lubricating it. When we started anal play, I quickly came to realize we wouldn’t need more than a small amount of lube; Ember was like a faucet once she was aroused, and I loved it. I dipped the plug inside her opening, gathering more of juices on it before I took it out, coated her opening with a small squirt of lube and eased it into place in her ass. Perfect.
I felt a tingle down my spine, and I knew I was going to blow the second I buried myself in her heat. I positioned myself behind her and tilted her hips so her ass was in the air and her sex was perfectly aligned with my cock, and I pushed in. Damn she was tight, tighter than I remembered, and for a minute, I saw stars dance behind my lids as I closed them and let her adjust to my size again. It had been too long.
“I need to fuck you. Hard,” I warned, and I barely heard her heated yes before I started to do just that.
“Matt,” she hissed and let her upper body fall down on her elbows. I gripped her hips and slammed into her harder and harder on each pass. The sounds of our panting and skin slapping were the perfect soundtrack in my ears.
I reached around and roughly palmed one of her breasts and squeezed it before I gripped her hips again and resumed my punishing strokes.
“Ember,” I bit out when her walls started to clench around me.
“Oh god,” she cried when I slapped her ass.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I voiced and picked up the pace. She matched my rhythm faster and faster, and I felt my balls draw up in warning. “Get there, Ember. Now.” She reached a hand underneath her; I felt her rub her clit, and two second later, she spasmed around me, her walls clamping down tight. When she put her hand where we were connected and massaged my balls, I surged forward and came hard on a loud roar.
“Shit,” she panted, and yeah, I agreed.
I pulled out, thankful that we’d had the smarts to get Ember on the five year birth control when we started getting serious because there is no doubt that had she not been, we would have just made a baby . And I wasn’t even done yet.
“Best make up sex ever,” she said, her voice muffled. She had collapsed forward onto the bed, and she hadn’t moved. The smirk I wore at the sight of her wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Make up sex?” I questioned and grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She yelped in surprise but didn’t protest; shit, I don’t think she could even if she wanted to. “That was a quick fuck to get the edge off, Ember. I need more.”
I bent over her and kissed every part of her skin I had been fantasizing about. I took my time and focused on all the things that had made her moan with pleasure when we were together. And I took my time, getting her nice and relaxed until the only sounds that came from her were soft mewls and moans of pleasure. I helped her stand, and no sooner had her feet hit the floor then I angled her head back kissed her. The kiss was filled with passion and sorrow and regret for what I’d done, and I hoped like fuck she felt it. I needed her to feel it.
“Matt,” she gasped when I broke the kiss and thumbed her nipple with one hand. I pulled and twisted it as she writhed in my arms, her back to my front. My other hand skimmed down her smooth stomach and into the soft curls of her mound. “Relax baby, I got you.” I knew she was still sensitive, but I couldn’t help dipping a finger into her to see just how ready she was again.
“God, baby, you’re reactive.” She was primed and ready, and I couldn’t wait. Ember had always been responsive but this, this was new to both of us, and had I known she’d be this ready, I would have had her this way a long time ago. I moved my hand on her breast and placed it on her back between her shoulder blades and applied pressure slightly. She took my cue and bent over the bed, and her ass in all its glory was right where I wanted. I withdrew my hand from her sex
, after a sound of protest from her, and stood back and just…stared at her. The picture of her, ass in the air, ready for me was magnificent.
My dick became impossibly hard at the vision that had been in my head since first laying eyes on her come to life. I massaged my hands on her left then right ass cheeks and squeezed them both. I couldn’t help the overwhelming need I had to kiss where my hands had been before I trailed my teeth over her and bit down gently. Her moan sent a shot of desire straight to my cock, and it hardened to steel.
I pulled her ass back slightly until it was lined up with my pelvis and then caressed up her right then left inner thigh, slowly trailing my fingers over her milky skin until I got to the apex of her thighs. I nudged her legs apart and made room for me until the jeweled end of the butt plug and her gloriously wet pussy came into view . Perfection. My fingers skimmed folds that were still swollen from me, and my dick twitched with satisfaction and pride.
I cupped her with my hand and moved the butt plug in and out in a twisting motion. When she pushed her ass against me, I knew that was my cue to continue. I pulled the plug slowly free and watched as her muscles contracted then quickly eased two fingers in and out of her opening to gather her juices on my finger and trailed it up to the pucker of her ass, lubricating it. “Matt,” she panted.
“Shhh, baby,” I said, as I pushed my finger in where the plug had just been. The feel of her muscles as her body pulled me in more had me breathing like I’d just run a marathon. I had never know the appeal of why guys liked anal play until I got with Ember and the idea formed in my mind. If I was ready to blow over her contracting around my thumb, I would definitely lose my shit over her pulsing like that around my cock. No doubt I loved her ass, and she was well aware of how bad I wanted her there, but I knew after this, I’d worship at her feet if this were my reward.
“I want this Rabbit. Tell me you want it too,” I almost begged as I squeezed more lube out and repeated the action. Not that she wasn’t ready enough, but the lube would allow me to slide in smoothly. Want was too tame a word for this, this hunger I had. Need was close, but still not accurate.
Craved. I craved this. I craved her.
“I…I want it,” she managed to get out between breaths, and I almost sang with joy. I slid my cock through her folds to get as much lubrication as possible. For me, this would be blissful, but I wasn’t that much of a selfish dick to know that for her, the initial contact would hurt. I wanted this as easy as possible for her. I caressed the globes of her ass then spread them apart and slowly pushed in, and she immediately tensed up.
“You have to relax Em,” I coaxed and reached around to rub her clit until she relaxed. I pushed in more until just the tip was in and past her tight pack of nerves and waited. This felt, this was, fuck I had no words, and I wasn’t even all the way in.
“More,” she panted after a while; she felt good and I wanted to, but…
“Easy baby, we gotta take it slow,” I said, but still pushed in more on a hiss.
“More Matt or I’ll chicken out.” She wiggled around me, and I gripped her hips to still her movements.
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.” It was getting hard for me not to surge through, but I focused on her body cues to tell me if it was too much.
“Just do it Matt, now,” she gritted out, and I don’t think I could have not done what she said.
I was halfway in, and my cock throbbed as I surged the rest of the way in and was seated, balls deep, and she cried out. “Fuuuuuuck.”
I had figured going into this that it would feel this good, but fuck. I could imagine all day, but nothing beat the feel of Ember’s ass squeezing around me tightly. It took all that was in me to concentrate on not blowing my load. “You okay?” I asked. I ran my finger up and down her spine, which caused her back to arch, and her grip on me tightened. She only nodded, and I added, “I need your words Ember. I need to move baby.” Shit, did I need to move.
“Yeah, I’m…I’m good.” Her voiced sounded strained but not from pain, but not pleasure either.
“Ember…” I trailed off, not sure what I was going to say. I was at a loss for words. I gripped her hips with both hands and slowly eased out then surged back in. This time her muscles accepted me more quickly. I eased back out, then in, and she whispered shit, but not in a bad way.
“Talk to me Em.” I needed to hear her.
“This…This…”
“Yeah baby?” I glided back into her with more ease now, and I felt her contract around me.
“More Matt.”
“Em...”
But she cut me off with “I can take it. Give me more.” It was like her voice was the remote to my dick. I eased out and slammed back in, and to my utter surprise, Ember reared back against my movement with a loud moan. That moan was all I needed, and my control broke. I pounded into her aggressively; my grip on her hips was so tight there was no way she would not have bruises tomorrow, but I couldn’t stop.
“Matt, Matt, I think I’m…”
“Go with it baby.” I knew what she was feeling, I was feeling that shit too. I gripped her arms and pulled her up, and with one arm wrapped around her torso, I plunged the other one in her slick sex, and one hard pump later… “OOOhhhhhh shit, Oohhh, fuck Ember.” I pinched her clit with my thumb and forefinger, and Ember shattered in my arms. I felt the tingle in my spine and my balls drew up, and in one breath, I came harder than I had ever come in my life.
“Shitshitshitshitshit,” she chanted then collapsed on her elbows , still milking me.
Fuck, I was paralyzed by the pleasure, so much pleasure I stood rooted to the spot. We were still connected and my hand, apparently on its own, was still on her clit, was rubbing small circles around it, and calming us both.
“Best make up sex,” she repeated sleepily, and I withdrew from her and went over to the bathroom. I came back with a warm washcloth; she had already climbed into bed and under the covers. I quickly cleaned her up then put the washcloth on the nightstand and eased in behind her and gathered her in my arms.
“Best make up sex,” I agreed.
Chapter Eighteen
Ember
Okay
That was…not so bad, actually enjoyable. I felt naughty now because all I could think about was doing it again, once I recovered.
When people say their mind goes blank, maybe sometimes after getting a huge shock or, say, they just had the best orgasm they had ever had in their life and it was all from anal. They really mean their mind has gone blank.
My mind was so far beyond blank; I didn’t even know if what I just thought made any sense.
That’s how what just happened has me, not making any sense whatsoever.
I was skeptical I would like it. I mean who would want something that huge up their…never mind. The point is that I wasn’t certain I would enjoy this as much as Matt, but holy sausages was I wrong. The feeling is like no other, and did it feel like a hot poker was going up my ass initially? Absolutely. But after the pain came the pressure, and after the pressure came the pleasure.
So much pleasure.
Even now, some hours later, I could still feel the after effects of the orgasm that put all orgasms to shame, and I couldn’t help the shudder that rolled through me.
“You okay?” Matt’s sleep-laden voice asked from behind me, and I shuddered again at his voice and how sexy and deep it was, and how I’d never thought I’d hear it again, especially not in this context.
I cleared my thoughts, not willing to go there yet. “Yeah.”
He chuckled and tucked me deeper into his side and placed his hand lightly on my ass. “You okay here?” he asked.
“Why, ready for more so soon,” I joked.
“Hells yes,” he replied and really, that was a stupid question to ask. Why did guys like anal so much?
“Because, it feels amazing,”
Matt said after I had asked him that question, only to avoid the ‘what happens now’ talk.
“Yeah, but why does it feel it good. Isn’t it just like having sex with a virgin, super tight?” I asked, actually curious now.
“You tell me. When I took your virginity, did you come like that?”
“No,” I admitted, then added, “but why. What does it feel like?”
“Babe, really?” he asked and shifted me around to face him. I swear all I wanted to do was forget about this line of questing and kiss him until I couldn’t breathe.
“Who was dipshit at the door?” he asked me, switching gears, and I should have been prepared for that; he often asked questions I thought he’d forgotten.
“I have no idea,” I responded truthfully.
“Why was he under the assumption you and he were going on a date?” His grip tightened momentarily then relaxed, and I knew he was recalling his anger at the situation.
I don’t know.”
“Rabbit, don’t test me,” he warned, and I proceeded to tell him everything I knew, or thought I knew. Really, there was no telling with Mika.
“Okay, okay. So after you said you made a mistake and you wanted me back, I came up with this plan to get back at you. It was childish and stupid but I was hurt.”
“You came up with it?” he interrupted and asked skeptically.
“Well, Mika came up with it, but I fully agreed.” I huffed at his chuckle then continued. “Anyway, everything was going as planed until the night you didn’t respond to me going on a date, even though I was just going with Mika to Taste, but you didn’t respond. So I got drunk because I thought…well, it doesn’t matter what I thought. Then you show up and take me home and you were so nice and the next morning I told Mika I was done. She said she would handle it and really, I had a hangover and wasn’t in the mood, so I didn’t think anything of it.” I finished and man, weight lifted. I suck at being devious and petty and it had been weighing on me, but telling it all felt freeing.
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