by Erika Wilde
Pinned in place, all she could do was look up at Mac and beg for what she wanted. What she needed so badly. “Please let me come, sir.”
He shook his head and denied her. “Not yet. You like being fucked by two cocks, don’t you?” he mused, his voice low and dark.
Oh, God, more than she’d ever imagined and she wasn’t ashamed to admit it. “I do, when they’re yours.”
He gave a grunt of satisfaction at her answer. “Open your pretty mouth and suck my cock.”
She didn’t hesitate to part her lips, welcoming every hot inch of him and reveling in the dirty, filthy fantasy he’d made reality for her—of being taken, everywhere. And he was just as ruthless as the machine fucking her, the thrust of his hips and the hand tangling in her hair at the back of her head forcing her to take him all the way to the back of her throat until she could barely breathe.
Once, twice, three times, he buried himself as deep as possible, to the point that her eyes watered. She swallowed around the head of his shaft, and he swore beneath his breath as his big body shuddered and the muscles in his abdomen flexed with restraint. When he started to withdraw, she sucked harder, making every effort to drive him just as wild as she felt, and it didn’t take long to send him spiraling over the edge.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he praised, his voice hoarse as his cock pulsed against her tongue in warning, though he didn’t take his hand from the back of her head. Instead, his fingers tightened against her scalp as his entire body jerked and a hoarse shout of satisfaction erupted from his throat as he started to unload. “So. Fucking. Good.”
The hot, potent, addicting taste of him filled her mouth, and she took everything he had to give, while desperately trying to hold back her own orgasm until he gave her the permission she was waiting for.
Finally spent, he dropped to his knees in front of her, looking dazed by the strength of his release, but she was still strapped down and had two cocks pumping into her, and her own need to come had her right on the brink.
“Brent,” she said on a sob, her body quivering from the effort to keep her orgasm at bay. “Please, please, please. I can’t hold back anymore.”
Her pleading snapped him out of his stupor and he fumbled for the remote he must have dropped at some point. A few presses of another button and the dildo in her pussy began to vibrate. She moaned, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, another extreme level of sensation swamping her.
“There you go, baby,” he said huskily. “Come for me.”
At his command, she cried out as the orgasm she’d been holding back burst free, shaking her to the core, and all she could do was ride the wave of ecstasy because the pleasure was so huge, so all-consuming, it devastated her senses and nearly made her black out from the intensity of her climax.
Mac watched her the entire time, his face etched with dark desire and satisfaction. Before she completely recovered from the aftershocks rippling through her, he stopped the machine and began unfastening all the cuffs and straps to release her. She was so wasted and boneless she could barely move, even when she was freed.
She groaned as Mac picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to a velvet couch in the room. He sat down with her curled up on his lap and wrapped her in the blanket they kept draped over the back of the sofa.
Sighing contentedly and completely sated, she snuggled into his bare chest, breathing in the musky scent of sex and Mac before he made her take a few drinks from the water bottle on the small table beside the couch to make sure she stayed hydrated. She dutifully ate the few bites of dark chocolate he fed her, having claimed that the oxytocin in the candy helped with the chemicals in her brain to keep her stabilized and relaxed after a particularly intense orgasm. And yeah, that release had been earth-shattering for sure.
But honestly, the reason for his attentiveness didn’t matter to her. She just always loved aftercare with Mac. The quiet intimacy of it. The closeness and bonding. How focused he was on her well-being and the affectionate way he held her in his arms. No other man had ever made her feel this worshipped and cherished.
“Sooo,” he murmured as he tucked his index finger beneath her chin and tipped her head back so she was looking up at him. “Still want to marry me after that? There’s still time to call off the wedding.”
He’d tried to inject humor into his comment, but Stephanie was smart enough to know that there was also a level of seriousness to his question. Despite the fact that she hadn’t used her safe word or the clicker—which meant she’d been a willing participant to what just happened—he was still worried he might have pushed her too far. And yeah, she wasn’t going to deny that she’d been initially nervous about his birthday gift, but there was something he needed to hear from her and accept so this was no longer an issue between them going into their marriage.
She understood that his ex-wife had messed with his head and had given him reason to fear that his extreme sexual preferences might turn Stephanie off. Those experiences made him vulnerable with her, and Mac was not a vulnerable man in any other aspect of his life. She didn’t ever want him to question her full acceptance of him. Kinky, depraved sexual preferences included.
She gave him a deliberately droll look. “Tell me . . . do I look traumatized by what we just did?” If anything, she was certain she looked disheveled, flushed, and well satisfied.
The corner of his mouth quirked with a semblance of a smile, as if she’d just asked him a trick question. “No . . . but—”
“No buts, Brent,” she said, cutting him off with the use of his real name and the press of her fingers to his warm lips. “Your but indicates doubts, and tonight is the last time you will have any uncertainties when it comes to me and you and our sex life, because I don’t want those worries to be a part of our married life. I’ve made it very clear that I already trust you. But now I need you to trust me to tell you if I have an issue with something you want sexually, without you being inside your head and obsessing about it. Can you do that?”
He exhaled a deep breath as she removed her hand from his mouth so he could speak. “Yes, I can do that.”
“I love you with my whole heart, Brent,” she said, resting her hand on his chest, where his heart beat steadily beneath her palm. “Unconditionally, in every way.”
“I know,” he returned softly, his eyes filled with emotion. “And I love you more than I dreamed I could love a woman.”
She smiled at him, so honored to be that woman for him. “So no more doubts or fears,” she said one last time. “I’ve known since our first time together that you’re more than a little depraved when it comes to all the ways you want to fuck me. And I love that, too.”
“Such a dirty girl,” he teased, slipping a hand around the nape of her neck and bringing her mouth to his for a soft, gentle touch of their lips, which was such a contradiction to the assertive man who’d just strapped her to a machine with dual penises, but she adored this side of him just as much.
“I’m your dirty girl,” she breathed against his lips.
“Damn right you are,” he growled, and that brief taste of tenderness dissipated beneath the onslaught of a deeper, more possessive, tongue-tangling kiss. She moaned at the sweet, decadent invasion, and when he finally let her back up for air again, he was grinning down at her.
“How did I get so lucky to have you?” he asked quite seriously.
“Luck had nothing to do with it,” she reminded him impudently. “It was pure coercion on my part.”
He laughed. “True. You wore me down, and I couldn’t be happier that you did.”
She was glad she’d taken the risk, too, because this man was everything to her. Her heart. Her future. And she couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life loving him and being loved by him.
I hope you enjoyed this hot, sexy revisit with Mac and Stephanie!
Curious to know what happens between Summer, Rick, and Declan? Then don’t miss their sizzling story in PLAYING WITH DESIRE.
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bsp; Have you had the chance to meet Dean and Jillian in The Marriage Diaries, where it all began between this married couple? If not, enjoy this hot and sexy fan-favorite scene between the two of them!
SEXY BEDROOM GAMES . . .
Even after nearly twenty years of marriage, Jillian Noble is still madly in love with her sexy-as-sin husband, Dean. But now that their two sons are grown and it’s just the two of them alone again, there’s something that Jillian wants from her husband. Something he’s been holding back since the day they met—the dominant man he rarely lets show.
Now she wants it all, and when Dean agrees to unleash his more assertive side, all bets are off as he introduces her to dark, forbidden desires that will change the course of their marriage.
A diary entry from Jillian Noble:
I love my husband. My sexy, alpha, ex-Navy SEAL. He still does it for me, but after nineteen years of marriage, our sex life has become routine. Some might call it vanilla. With our sons grown and out of the house, I’m ready to reinvent our relationship. I want more than ordinary sex. I’m ready to explore the forbidden and erotic, with a little kink and no more holding back.
Now, if I can convince my husband to give in to his own dark desires, all my fantasies will come true.
THE OFFICE VISIT
“Come on, Jill, you can do it. It’s not as though you’ve never seduced your husband before.”
Sitting in her parked car, Jillian Noble exhaled a deep breath and waited for her encouraging pep talk to take effect and ease her nerves. Biting absently on her bottom lip, she stared up at the glass and chrome building where her husband’s security consulting firm, Noble & Associates, resided on the twenty-eighth floor of the San Diego building. It was nearly two in the afternoon, and with Dean’s silver Aston Martin Vantage coupe tucked neatly into his reserved spot, she knew he was in his office.
Now, it was just a matter of her gathering up the courage to saunter into Dean’s domain and show her husband of nearly twenty years that she wanted to shake up their sex life.
At the age of thirty-eight, as well as being an ex-Navy SEAL who regularly trained with the men he hired to work for his security firm, Dean was still a gorgeous, virile man who enjoyed sex just as much as she did. But years of her focusing on raising her two sons along with being a wife and mother, and Dean working crazy long hours to ensure his security company was a success, well, the intimacy between them had become too predictable and routine. Somewhere along the way, they’d lost the intensity, the excitement and spontaneity, and she wanted all that back again . . . and much, much more.
Now that both boys were away—one in college and one enlisted in the Navy—and it was just her and Dean, she was ready to make the two of them a priority and revive their sex life in a major way, and take them both places they’d never dared to go before. Dark, erotic places she instinctively knew her husband had shied away from because he feared there was a part of his abusive father lurking deep inside him, and his biggest fear had always been that he’d go too far and hurt her.
With all her heart and soul, Jill knew her husband would never physically harm her, despite his own doubts. He’d never, ever, laid a hand on either of their two boys, not even when she, herself, wanted to strangle one of them for their idiotic teenage antics. Instead, Dean had taken the quiet and direct approach in disciplining their sons – starting with a strict discussion about right and wrong, and then he’d doled out their punishment, which usually included some kind of hard labor that gave them plenty of time to think about the stupidity of their actions.
Simple, but always effective.
A small smile curved the corner of her mouth. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit that Dean could absolutely be over-bearing, possessive, and a bit controlling at times, but in their nineteen years of marriage, he’d never given her a reason not to trust him, in all ways.
Today would be the defining factor in their marriage. In the past, just as thing got interesting in the bedroom, he’d pull back and gentle his touch and soften his words. The romance of making love had its place, but she wanted the raw, primitive man she knew Dean could be. And if it took a bit of coaxing to get him to release that staunch control of his and let go of all those fears holding him back, well, she figured she might as well have fun giving it her best shot.
Exhaling a deep breath, she stepped out of her Chevy Suburban and headed toward the building, her four inch black stilettos clicking on the paved walkway, then the marbled floors inside the lobby. Reaching the elevators, she stepped inside and punched the button for the twenty-eight floor.
On the flight up, she battled the nerves fluttering in her belly, the ones that made her question her sanity for going through with her outrageous plan. But then the double doors whooshed opened and Gail, the firm’s long time secretary, glanced up and greeted her with a genuine smile.
Now that Jill had been seen and recognized, there was no backing out now, so she walked into the plush reception area and stopped at the older woman’s desk.
“Good afternoon, Jill,” the other woman said, as warm and welcoming as always.
Jill smiled and tried to act casual, even though she was feeling anything but calm inside. “Hi, Gail. I’m here to see Dean. Is he available?”
“Absolutely. He’s in his office.” Gail reached for the phone on her desk. “Would you like for me to let him know you’re here?”
“No, I’d rather surprise him,” Jill said, stopping Gail before she could announce her presence and she lost the element of throwing her husband a little off kilter. Gaining the upper hand in any situation didn’t happen often with Dean, and this was one time it would definitely work to her advantage.
“I’m sure he’d like that.” Gail waved a hand toward the back offices, giving Jill the silent go-ahead.
She walked past Gail’s desk, belatedly realizing just how close the secretary was to the other offices. Just behind the reception area was a large conference room, and she recognized the deep male voice talking as Dean’s partner, Brent “Mac” MacMillan.
She glanced surreptitiously inside as she passed and saw the back of Mac’s broad shoulders, and three other big, buff, good looking men who worked security detail for the company. They were standing straight in a row with their feet braced apart and hands clasped behind their backs in a stance she recognized as military trained.
Because Mac commanded their attention as he issued instructions for their next security detail, none of the three men acknowledged her, though their intuitive gazes definitely tracked her progress as she strolled by. The men Dean and Mac hired were all ex-military—tough, bad-ass, alpha men like her husband. Silent, always aware, and incredibly intense. Only the absolute best of the best for Noble and Associates.
She continued on her way. To the right was Mac’s currently empty office, and to the left was her husband’s. His door was halfway closed, and she knocked on the wooden surface before slipping inside and making an appearance.
He glanced up from the paperwork he’d been perusing, his dark, sable brows still furrowed in concentration. As soon as he saw her, his gray eyes flickered with surprise, then quickly shifted to concern. Because she knew him so well, she caught the subtle tensing of his body, that vigilant awareness that something was off.
“Hey, baby,” he said, his calm tone belying just how alert he was. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is just fine,” she rushed to reassure him, before his over-protective demeanor took over and derailed her plans. She understood his worry—she didn’t stop by the office often, and never without calling him first. Of course he’d think the worst.
She closed the door and pressed in the lock to assure them privacy, which didn’t escape his notice. Knowing the rest of her plan succeeding now relied on Dean’s response to what she did next, she bolstered her confidence one last time and slowly strolled toward him.
She put an extra sway in her hips, and tugged loose the tie on her wrap around dress. She allowed the
fabric to flutter open in front, just enough to tantalize him with a smooth expanse of thigh as she walked. Predictably, his gaze immediately dropped to the flash of skin, and the last of her nerves gave way to anticipation.
“I want to get your opinion on something I bought today,” she said huskily.
He never cared about what she purchased for herself, but then again, she rarely spent frivolously or excessively, even when he encouraged her to spoil herself. They were well off now, his company worth millions, but when they’d first married right out of high school with a baby on the way, saving and budgeting had become a habit for her—one she was just learning to break every once in a while. After today, she hoped to have a reason to continue to splurge.
“I went to Sugar and Spice today to visit Raina, and I found something I thought you might like, but I wanted to be absolutely sure.” One of her good friends, Raina, owned Sugar and Spice, an adult boutique that carried gorgeous lingerie, high end sex toys, and other erotic novelty items.
Dean was well aware of that, too.
He leaned back in his leather chair, regarding her with undisguised interest and a whole lot of heat in his eyes. “You definitely have my attention,” he drawled in that low, sexy timbre that still had the ability to make her shiver like the infatuated girl she’d once been with him. Still was, actually.
She came around the side of his desk and stopped a few feet away, then released the belt on her dress, which opened completely. A shrug of her shoulders, and the material slid down both of her arms and pooled around her black stiletto heels, leaving her clad in nothing more than a push-up bra with just enough lace to cover her hardened nipples, and matching G-string panties—both in red, his favorite color on her.
