by Anthology
“Tell me about your foster mother.” Big hands cupped her shoulders, spreading heat where they touched. He moved them very slowly down her arms.
“I thought I was supposed to be concentrating on you.”
“Yes, on following my instructions. You’ve evaded all my questions for a week.”
She wanted to throw that back in his face. He’d evaded her for almost a year. Of course in order to do that she would have to tell him who she was and she’d almost decided that he never needed to know. Some things were better left alone. “I loved her. She didn’t always know how to handle me though. She had a son. He got me.”
His hands stopped moving and he brushed her hair off her back, exposing her neck. “Did you love him?”
“Oh yes.” That was an easy question to answer, but she didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. “He became my brother. We survived high school together.”
“What happened to your family, Allyson?” The words rumbled along her nape, making her shiver even as his fingertips brushed the sides of her torso down to her hips. He was behind her, touching her gently, but there was no doubt she wasn’t alone. “I’m assuming it was bad otherwise you wouldn’t have been living in your car.”
She stiffened, all the intimacy fleeing because she either had to lie to him or obscure the truth so that he wouldn’t question her. She was trusting him with her body, her heart, but holding back the truth might be the only way to keep them together. “My brother died in an accident a year ago and I recently lost my mother to cancer. There wasn’t much money and what was left went to paying hospital bills. So I packed up and came to Texas to find something new.”
To find you. And I did and now I can’t imagine what I would do without you.
“I’m so sorry about that, baby, but I’m glad you told me.” He kissed the back of her neck and she started to relax again. “Why do you think you aren’t good at sex? Look at how these pretty things respond to me.”
He cupped her breasts and her nipples immediately flared to life. They tightened again, almost painfully, as if they would explode if he didn’t touch them, tease them.
“They don’t usually do that.” She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out when he gently rolled the nubs between his thumbs and forefingers. She felt an answering pull low in her pelvis.
She could feel the heat of his mouth next to her ear. “Why? What’s sex been like? Any long-term boyfriends?”
She shook her head and tried to stay still. Not being able to see him, she had to focus on the dark chocolate sound of his voice. It was so deep and melodic. “No one for the last year. I saw someone in high school and then he went to college. I stayed at home. I dated a man I met at work for a while. We saw each other off and on up until…” Ronnie died. She couldn’t say that. “Mom got sick. There wasn’t time for relationships.”
His hand moved lower, trailing down her abdomen. He moved close to her until she could feel him against her backside. There it was, the long, hard piece of him that proved he definitely was attracted to her. Macon was built on large lines and his cock didn’t seem to be the exception.
His fingers slid under the waistband of her undies. “And none of those men made you scream?”
God, she hoped she didn’t disappoint him. “No. But I’ll be honest, this particular episode has probably already lasted longer than my other experiences.”
His mouth moved across her shoulder, dropping kisses that sweetly singed her. “You won’t get that with me. I’ve wanted this for a very long time. Sex with my ex-wife was quick, too. She didn’t like to mess up her hair and I didn’t really know what I wanted.” Those fingers delved deeper, getting closer and closer to her core. “I do now.”
“What do you want, Macon?”
“I want a lover. Not someone who indulges me because she thinks that’s what she’s required to do in a relationship. I want a woman who craves me with her heart and soul because I’m the only one who can make her wet and ready simply by looking at her. It doesn’t take a ton of experience to know that a woman needs time and patience to achieve her maximum potential, but it’s more than simply giving to you. I want to sink into you, to know your body better than I know my own. I want to spend hours kissing every inch of you. And I want you to trust me enough to let me take control.”
“That’s going to be hard for me.” Although it did seem to be working. Her body was primed in a way it never had been before. “But I think we can do the sex part now. I think I’m ready.”
His hands came out and he took a step back. She was left standing there alone and blind. “You’re not ready until I say you’re ready.”
He was in control. Yeah, she got that. “Sorry.”
“I don’t buy that for a second, but when I’m done you’ll understand the difference between being wet enough for sex and being ready to make love. If all you want is another man on top of you, you should find someone else.”
“I don’t want that. I want you. Don’t push me away. I’m trying this for the first time. You have no idea how hard I’m trying.” Her instincts told her to protect herself, that this would all go bad in the end and if she made herself truly vulnerable to him he would tear her apart. But she stood there. She didn’t tear the scarf off, didn’t tell him to go to hell. She wanted him more than she wanted to be safe.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” He was in front of her now, his big body brushing against hers as his mouth hovered right over her lips. “I’ve got triggers, too, baby. Please don’t tell me to hurry up and get it over with. I meant what I said before. I want more this time. I can’t settle for getting off. I need to mean something to you. I need the sex to be meaningful.”
“It already means more to me than you can know. I’ll stop pushing. Please don’t stop touching me.”
He kissed her, his mouth more demanding than before. His hands found her hips, dragging her into the heat of his body. She found herself deliciously crushed against him as his mouth mated with hers.
He finally moved away. “I’m going to take you to the bed now.”
She was ready for him to take her hand and lead her back, but she gasped as he hooked an arm under her legs and she was pulled up into the air. There was a moment of fear because she couldn’t see and she was utterly dependent on him, but this was Macon. She relaxed and let him carry her.
“I will try my hardest not to trip, baby,” he said with a chuckle.
It was good to hear him laugh after all the seriousness of before. Even if he did trip, this was the type of man who would do everything he could to take the pain for himself. He would kill himself to make sure she didn’t get hurt.
He was also the type of man who would be so hurt if he ever found out why she’d come here. Given everything that had happened to him, he wouldn’t trust easily.
She needed time with him, needed for him to become so comfortable with her, he wouldn’t walk away. She only needed a few weeks. A month, perhaps. Maybe after she married him.
God, she was in love with Macon Miles and she wanted to marry him.
He settled her on top of the covers. Like everything she’d been given since she’d met this man, the bed was lush and comfortable. Her life had become easy in a way it never had been before. Even with her mom and Ronnie, she’d had the judgment of the rest of her town. The legacy of her father’s violence had been a cloud that clung to her. But here in Dallas, there was only sunshine and friendship and him.
She let him move her arms over her head.
“I want you to hold them there until I tell you it’s all right to move,” he commanded, his voice turning deep.
She relaxed, luxuriating in the feel of softness at her back. Her skin was sensitized, as though her pores had opened up to soak in the feeling.
“I think you’re beautiful, Ally. I especially think you’re gorgeous like this. The longer I’m with you, the less I think I can be happy being vanilla. I don’t need it all the time, but I want nights where I’m in control, where yo
u trust me enough to give over to me.”
“I want that, too, Macon. But for now, I want you to touch me again.”
“There you go giving orders.” His hand covered her breast and she arched into his touch. He closed his fingers around one nipple, rolling it deliciously. “I’ll teach you not to do that in here. In here, I’m the top.”
He pinched down and Ally squealed, the pain so unexpected.
“Give it a second.” His hand was on her belly, holding her in place. “Tell me you didn’t feel that in your pussy, baby.”
The pain had bitten into her, but he was right. It had morphed somewhere from her nipple to her pussy and now she had a melting sensation between her thighs. “That hurt.”
“But you’re not moving.” His fingers slid over the crotch of her underwear. “And these seem curiously wet.”
She was wet, wetter than she’d ever been before. It was disconcerting to realize how far gone she was. She kind of wanted him to pinch her other nipple, to see if the sensation worked the same way. It had to have been a mistake. She couldn’t have liked it.
“Stop thinking about it.” His fingers slid over her clit and she couldn’t help but squirm. “Just let it be. Let me play with you. Anything you really can’t handle, tell me and I’ll stop, but give it a second. You can’t know if you like it. Not until you’ve tried it. But I think you do. Your breathing changed. You panted for a minute and then relaxed. Like this.”
He twisted the other nipple, a sharp edge of pain that became warmth and a druggy sense of satisfaction.
“Tell me, did that hurt enough to never have the sensation again?”
She could hear him moving, something rustling. Not being able to see was keeping her on edge, her body active and awake in a way it had never been before. “No. It hurt, but then it felt good.”
There was a little sound, almost like a soft pop. “That was me taking off the leg. It’s easier to be in bed without it. For all its high tech, it doesn’t move like a normal leg here. Don’t be afraid.”
She snorted. “I’m not afraid of your leg, Miles, and get over the whole I’m not pretty thing. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, leg or no leg. That stump of yours is probably hot, too.”
Was that why he really blindfolded her? Because he was insecure about the leg? She was fairly certain it was why he didn’t play with the guys. He never wore shorts either.
The bed dipped and she was careful to keep her hands above her head. Her lover, it seemed, liked to be obeyed, and he got off track when he wasn’t. When she really thought about it, this was about him. He got very distracted by disobedience. She would have to watch for that. She would also have to find a way to let him know how sexy he was, exactly the way he was.
“Do you know that I’ve really never been with anyone like you?” He eased on top of her and she was pinned to the bed. She loved the feel of his body on top of hers. “My ex-wife was excruciatingly polite. Even when she divorced me, she would never have said a thing about my stump.”
Embarrassment flashed through her. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be rude. I didn’t come from the same kind of high society you did. I’m so sorry.”
His body moved against hers, his mouth descended, and she felt his tongue on her nipple. “Baby, I didn’t really come from that place, either. I was raised by elite military schools, and they weren’t the kindest of parents. I did my duty, but with the singular exception of my brother Adam, I didn’t find a true friend until I actually got out into the Army. I liked the men and women in my unit. They were real and they spoke their minds and I didn’t have to worry about what was going on under their words. By then I’d already married Elise and I knew it was a mistake. I was more attracted to outspoken women, but I couldn’t call it quits. I love your nipples. I love how tight they get for me.”
He sucked one inside and she got the suspicion that this “playing” he wanted to do was akin to torture. She was wet and ready and it seemed so different this time. She was already feeling some pleasure and he wasn’t even touching her down there.
“I don’t know how to do anything other than speak my mind.” What was he doing? Where was his hand going? Why did her whole body feel like a taut bow waiting to go off?
Something hard slid against her pelvis and even without the aid of her eyes, she nearly saw stars.
“Did you like that?” Macon asked.
“God, yes.”
“I like it, too, but if I rub against you too much, I’ll go off and I want to make this last.”
Oh, god. That had been his cock. He’d slid his hard erection up against her and it had felt like heaven. “We could do it twice. I have complete faith in your ability to do it twice in one night.”
That earned her a sharp nip from his teeth. She whimpered but couldn’t move due to the massive hunk of man on top of her.
“I think I’ll manage twice, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to get what you want when you want it.” He slid down again, his mouth on her belly, tracing a slow line downward. “You’ll get what you want. You’ll get what you don’t even know you want, but it’s going to be on my time, baby.”
His tongue dipped into her navel. She’d never considered her belly button to be an erotic zone, but warmth pooled there and she was restless. Anxiety made her try to squirm but it wasn’t because she was afraid. Had any other man taken away her sight and pinned her down, she likely would have tried to fight her way out, but she understood why Macon was doing it. He’d forced her to focus solely on him. All other thoughts had been banished. She wasn’t thinking about how long this would take or whether she’d properly shaved everything she needed to. There was no place for self-consciousness. There was only Macon’s touch, his voice, his will.
“Do you want to keep these on, sweetness? I can make you come without penetration if you’re not ready for that, but I don’t know that once I get these off you I’ll be able to hold back. Maybe we should leave them on as a barrier.”
She didn’t want any barriers between them. Her thinking was frenzied. He was so close and she really thought he was planning on spending time down there and not only with his cock. If Miles ate pussy the way he cooked—slowly, thoughtfully and with great attention to detail—she didn’t want to miss it. She didn’t want to play coy and hope he got the point. He’d pushed her here. He got to deal with it. “Please take them off. Please touch me there. God, I swear if you don’t put your mouth on me, I’ll die.”
The bed moved again, but instead of pulling them off her, he ripped them. The sound of fabric tearing made her breath catch.
“You don’t need those. I don’t want you to wear them around me. I want you to walk around Top in your black skirt and know that I can have you at any moment. Every other man in the place will be looking, but I’m the only one who knows that I can flip your skirt up and be inside you in a second.” Heat hovered over her pussy and she could feel his whiskers against the soft flesh of her thighs. He didn’t have a full beard. He always shaved in the morning, but by evening his masculine face was covered in a sexy five-o’clock shadow. He pressed her thighs apart, exposing her. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel the way he moved, making a place for himself between her legs.
She wanted it. She wanted his mouth on her so badly, but she was determined to play this his way. She knew what it meant to have no control. Macon was asking for it. Macon wanted to mean something, and she needed him to understand that he was rapidly becoming everything to her. “Yes. I’ll do it. I’ll walk around knowing I’m yours and you can have me any time you want.”
“Oh, baby, you won’t regret that because any time I have you, it’s going to be so good for you. That’s my goal. I want to make you feel good. I want you to know you can rely on me for anything you need. And I think you need this.”
Warmth suffused her as his tongue dragged over her pussy.
“Oh my god.” The words exploded from her mouth. Nothing had ever felt so good as his mouth on h
er, slowly moving over her sensitive flesh.
“Macon. Say my name. Who’s eating your pussy? Who thinks this is the sweetest fucking treat he’s ever had in his life?” He drew one side of her labia into his mouth, sucking gently before giving the other half the same treatment.
“Macon.” She said his name like a prayer, a plea for continued possession.
He pressed her thighs apart and she wished she could see him, see his dark head bent over her, working her flesh like a starving man. His tongue pierced her, diving deep inside, and it took everything she had not to press against him, to take more. She wanted everything he could give her, but it went beyond that. He groaned against her skin, the sensation shooting through her. He needed this. She was giving him something he needed, something that made him happy.
For the first time in her life, she understood the real difference between having sex and making love. Sex was a function and there wasn’t anything wrong with it, but this was so much more. This was truly creating something that didn’t exist before. It was a bond and a promise between them.
She felt something hard move to the edge of her channel. His finger. He slowly started to push inside her while his tongue found the button of her clitoris and started working it. Her whole body went taut, right on the edge of something she’d never experienced before. She’d had mild orgasms, thought that was all there was. This was a bomb going off, detonating in her body. When she felt the barest edge of his teeth on her clit as he sucked at her, she went off like a rocket. She couldn’t control it any more. Her body bucked. She shouted out his name and couldn’t help but push herself at him, desperate for more of the sensation.
She felt something wet on her cheeks and then the bed buckled, Macon’s body covering hers. The blindfold was off and she had to blink in the bright light.
Macon’s gorgeous face was staring down at her. One big hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears she shed. “Are you all right?”
He had to stop treating her like she was made of glass and would break at any moment. “That depends. Can I move my arms? And when are you going to get inside me?”
