Banged Up

by Jeanne St. James

  Mace reached for the button on his jeans.

  “No.” Colby stopped him, brushing his hands away. “Let me.”

  He dropped his arms to his side, his eyes dark, clouded, as he watched her release the top button and slowly slide the zipper down.

  Mace growled softly when the back of her knuckles grazed his hard length, “God, woman, you’re going to kill me.” He grabbed her by the back of her arms, pulling her against him. “At least,” he murmured against her lips, “I’ll go with a smile.”

  He lowered her down to the drop cloth, slowly following her, unbuttoning the baggy work-shirt hiding her curves.

  Colby closed her eyes, feeling the cool air against her hot skin. She opened them when he released the front clasp of her bra. Mace was kneeling over her, staring at her breasts.

  Colby felt a sudden need to cover herself, to pull her shirt over her exposed chest, until he grasped both breasts with his hands and softly kissed each nipple. His caress caused her to arch her back, thrusting herself closer to his mouth, his lips, his tongue.

  “God, they’re so beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes.”

  His words made Colby shake her head in disbelief. She wondered how the University would react if she did scientific tests naked.

  “No, forget that. I don’t want anyone to see you, except me. I want to see every part of you, every nook and every cranny.”

  Colby shivered and was once again lost.

  Mace buried his face between her breasts. “Colby… Colby… Stop me now if you have any doubts.”

  Colby swept her tongue over her lips and whispered, “Mace, please…” He paused.

  “Touch me.” His body molded against hers. He nuzzled her neck, nibbling her earlobe.

  Stroking the outer shell of her ear with his tongue, he murmured wicked ideas, making her head spin.

  She wanted to try every one of them.

  Mace captured her lower lip between his teeth, tugging slightly, before kissing each corner of her lips. “Sweet … so sweet. I want to taste you everywhere.”

  He released the buttons on her jeans, shucking them and her panties off with a practiced move. He tossed them into a corner, quickly followed by his own.

  “Done that much?”

  Mace stopped her words with his mouth, their tongues sparring fiercely. Colby’s nails left half-moons in the skin of his back, while her hips danced against his. His cock was like hard steel encased in satin. Smooth, the head slick with pre-come. She quickly forgot what she had just asked when his cock bumped and slid and bumped again against her hip. Her pussy called to it, opening wider, getting wetter. Beckoning.

  The roughness of his thumb stroking her nipple was enough to make her clench her thighs together to keep control. He pinched and plucked one, then the other, making her cry out. She pressed her lips against his damp neck, and she couldn’t stop herself—she sank her teeth into those corded muscles. His neck bowed and he threw his head back, gasping with pleasure. He shifted, ramming his very ready cock between her thighs, just teasing, sliding against her swollen clit.

  Before Mace, it had been a long time since she had actually enjoyed sex, and she was going to get pleasure from every second of it. She would take as much as he wanted to give. She wanted the chance to give back, to savor every inch, every hard curve and every tight line of his body. She wouldn’t forget those soft places either.

  One hand left her breast and brushed against her wet curls. Just a slight brush and she almost came just with that alone. She ran her tongue over the teeth marks she left on his throat, and with a curse he shoved two fingers deep within her and circled his thumb against her clit. Her back arched and she released a low wail.

  With a stroke to her pussy lips, she opened to him. Fingers weren’t enough; she needed his hard length deep, so deep within her.

  “Fuck me,” came out in a tortured moan. But desperation made her scream, “Now!”

  He pinched her nipple even harder and pulled out his slick fingers only to slide them along her braid. He clenched his fist and tilted her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat. It should have hurt, but didn’t. It just stoked her fire.

  He licked along the hollow of her neck before leaning back to ask, “Are you ready?”

  His grimace showed his fight for control, but he was teasing her. Teasing her!

  “Damn you!”

  He still held back, his cock leaking on her thigh, twitching against her skin. “I want to make sure you are ready.”

  She reached down, grabbed his cock and drew him to her slick opening. She bared her teeth at him and said, “Now.”

  From where he got it, she didn’t know, didn’t care. But he held up a condom and waved it in front of her face.

  “Need something?” he teased.

  She ripped the foil package out of his hand, tore it open with her teeth, and without even a hesitation, rolled it over his hard shaft, lingering for only a fraction of a second.

  She didn’t want his cock in her hand, she wanted it elsewhere.

  She scooted back onto the drop cloth, bent her knees and spread her thighs in anticipation as he settled between them. She looked down between their bodies and saw the head of his cock right there, right near her opening, ready to fill her up.

  She glanced up, wondering what he was waiting for. Once she looked at him—really looked at him—he drove deep with a sharp tilt of his hips. Once. She waited for the second thrust.

  She writhed and cried out, begging, but he stilled. He stilled while he was buried as deep as he could be, sucking oxygen painfully, struggling to keep himself together.

  However, it was only seconds before he relented and met every thrust of her hips with one of his own. Over and over, until he could bury himself no deeper. She dug her fingers into his buttocks, controlling his thrust, controlling the angle of his hips. Suddenly, he was brushing that sweet spot, and she closed her eyes and screamed. Her body pulsated from the center outward, and it was then she also felt him pulse within her. His arms were shaking and his body curved like an archer’s bow.

  They were conscious of nothing but each other, the resulting pain and pleasure.

  Colby closed her eyes, a shaky sigh escaping her. “Oh, my God,” she whispered.

  “I think I saw him too.”

  Her eyes opened at his husky words and she looked at Mace directly above her. He gave her a crooked smile. Colby blinked and focused on him. He pushed himself up, relieving her of some of his weight.

  She frantically grabbed his arm. “No, don’t go.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, Colby. I like where I’m at. I just don’t want to crush you.”

  Mace shifted onto his side beside her, breaking their intimate contact. Colby stretched leisurely, savoring the tightness of her hard-worked muscles and the dampness between her legs.

  He caressed her braid and drew circles around her navel with the end of it. “It’s a mess.” He tugged gently on it. “Next time I want your hair loose so I can bury my hands into it. I want to feel the soft, silkiness against my skin. I want…”

  “What about what I want?”

  Mace propped his head in his hand and searched her face, wariness creeping into his expression. What was he expecting her to say, they would never do this again? That it had been a big mistake?

  Not likely. Not right now, anyway.

  She trailed a finger down his damp chest, following the dark line of hair circling his navel. Then she reached up and undid her braid, freeing the silky strands. “I want you again. Now.”

  A wicked grin spread over his face. “I’ll do my best to comply.”

  He pushed himself to his feet, and without a care he went into the kitchen to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he paused in the doorway. He was clearly not ready for a second round.

  Colby raised an eyebrow and gave him a meaningful look.

  “Don’t worry. It won’t take me long.”

  “Pro
mises, promises.”

  After finding where his jeans had landed earlier in his haste, he pulled a fresh condom and a small tube of something out of the pocket, and slowly approached the drop cloth where she was still lazing. She felt tired and boneless, but she had an itch deep inside her only he would be able to scratch. He was magnificent naked; his only flaw was his injury and even that didn’t take away from him.

  “Are you okay?” She eyed the tube which he had tossed to the side when he dropped to his knees. She wasn’t sure as wet as she had been—and still was—why he’d need that.

  “I’m fine,” he responded, automatically knowing what she meant when she asked that question. He probably wouldn’t admit it if he wasn’t fine, but she wouldn’t push it.

  She crooked a knee up, breaking his view of her most intimate parts. He came over and settled on his knees between her legs. He put a hand on each knee and spread them apart. “Don’t hide yourself.”

  “I wasn’t.”

  He just shot her a look. He ran a finger up both sides of her inner thighs until they met in the middle. He slid his palms around to her hips. “Flip over.” He pressed on her hips and helped her turn over until she was lying on her stomach, legs spread.

  She didn’t want to see what he was doing; she just wanted to enjoy the sensation of his touch. Lips brushed along the back of her knees up to the tops of her thighs. Teeth and tongue scraped along her ass cheeks, making her flex her muscles there. She heard his deep chuckle behind her. “Jesus, your ass is so sweet.” He palmed her cheeks and squeezed them together, the sensation making her even wetter.

  Colby finally turned to peek at him when he yanked her hips up and back, leaving nothing of her pussy to his imagination. He held her hips in place and just looked. And looked … until she got paranoid. What was wrong with her? Why was he just staring at her?

  She tried to wiggle away but he just gripped her harder. “Uh-uh.” She noticed he was no longer semi-erect. And he released one hip just long enough to roll on a condom.

  “Keep your head down and point your pussy toward the ceiling.”

  She tucked her head in her arms and bit her lip. She wanted him inside her already.

  What was he waiting for? “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

  “Quiet.”

  She felt him shift until his thighs pushed against her inner thighs, spreading her just a bit more. Still nothing. She let out a long, frustrated breath, trying to keep the whimper from escaping her. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she was going to come just from anticipation!

  She felt him slide between her ass cheeks, all the way up until his balls pressed against her pussy lips. She couldn’t help it, she couldn’t hold back the whimper. He did it again; pulled back and then slid between her crease again, pushing her ass together as he did. It was a sensation she had never felt before, him sliding across that forbidden place.

  It felt so good. But she would never, could never do that. Never.

  He slid over her again, her ass cheeks still pinned together, and he let out an explosive breath mixed with a curse. He released one cheek just long enough to plunge two fingers into her wet pussy, and before she could even fathom what just happened he was pressing his now slick fingers to her anus. Rubbing the natural lubricant over it, circling her tight hole with his large fingers.

  She whimpered again, from fear, from anticipation, from want.

  No. She couldn’t.

  “It would be mine and mine only,” he said as if he could read her mind.

  She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip harder. He started a rhythm again with his cock, sliding between her cheeks, brushing against her. And every pass he took, she relaxed a little more, loosening, wanting.

  He stroked his tongue up her spine, making her shiver. “Do you want me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want me in you?”

  “Yes.”

  “How bad?”

  “Bad.”

  “I’m going to start in one and finish in the other.”

  No. No. Ahhh. He plunged his cock into her pussy, slamming his hips against her.

  Again and again. It was hard and deep and she loved it. She could come just like that, but he changed his position, bending over her back, keeping his cock fully seated, while he reached around and grabbed her breasts. Mace made shallow movements inside her, and she came. He pinched her nipples and she screamed, bucking against him, wanting him to fuck her even harder. But he was relentless, continuing the grinding movements deep within her. Rubbing her nipples, pinching, and just when she thought her orgasm was over, it wasn’t. She convulsed around him again, squeezing his cock. He would last longer this time, and she thought she might just die of pleasure before he was finished.

  With a kiss to the back of her neck, he raised himself back up and took long strokes, reaching underneath her to circle her clit with his thumb. Again she bucked uncontrollably against him, but he wouldn’t stop. His other thumb ended up at her rear entrance, stroking at the same rhythm as the one at her clit.

  She let out a low, tortured moan. The thumb at her tight ring pressed harder.

  Circling, circling, while pressing harder and harder. His cock slid out of her and he returned to sliding it between her cheeks—slow, careful strokes. His other thumb still played with her clit. He adjusted himself again behind her, and two fingers filled her empty pussy, keeping in time with the thrusts of his cock.

  Colby rocked back and forth on her knees, her head still tucked in her arms on the floor. She knew what was coming. She knew. She didn’t even want to stop him.

  Though he did. Just for a moment. Now she knew what the lube was for.

  When he pulled back his hips to ready for another stroke, she felt a slick finger slip into her tight ring. She screamed and shuddered.

  Mace tensed behind her, stopping his movement. A shudder ran through him also.

  “Holy shit, you are so tight. Are you going to let me in?”

  Was she going to let him in? Was she? She nodded against her arms.

  “Colby…” He sounded as if he was in pain. She couldn’t look at him, she couldn’t.

  Her heart was going to burst…

  “Yes! Yes! Do it!”

  He slipped his finger back out, creating the strangest feeling. And before she could suck in another breath, the head of his cock was there, pressing. Slowly pressing, almost asking for permission from her body to enter. His command of “relax” sounded like it came from between gritted teeth. The cool sensation of lube being liberally applied against her heated skin made her jump.

  But even so, she tried to relax, and when he started stroking the insides of her pussy again with his fingers, she did automatically. The crown of his head broke through and he slid slowly into her, stretching her, filling her up.

  She heard his ragged breathing over her and a drip of sweat fell onto the small of her back. For a fraction of a moment he was fully seated in her. His whole length was deep in her. He slowly retreated and she cried out.

  “Are you hurting?”

  “No … fuck me.” It was the weirdest sensation, but it felt so good. He picked up a gentle pace. She knew he shouldn’t go any faster, but it drove her crazy. One of his hands controlled her, stopped her from impaling herself on him, while the other continued to fuck her pussy.

  The buildup was slow this time; slow, but so intense she screamed and tensed her whole body, tightening up on him. He took one more thrust, calling out her name as he pulsed inside her.

  He held her hips still until he recovered, then helped her down to the drop cloth, as his cock slipped out of her.

  He lay down beside her and took her into his arms, turning her to face him. He brushed a light kiss over her nose and sighed. “Tired?”

  Colby could only nod slightly while she mentally did a body check, making sure she was still whole after that.

  “That was unbelievable.” He flopped onto his back and dragged her over his chest.

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nbsp; Colby stuck her tongue out to taste the saltiness of his chest. She rolled her eyes up to see him staring intently at her.

  “Are you okay?”

  She gave him a smile. She was more than okay. “Perfect.”

  Chapter Eight

  Colby jerked awake to a shrill ring. Her heart pounded fiercely when the phone rang a second time. She blinked, staring at where it sat on the nightstand.

  It could be the person who kept hanging up.

  Or maybe it was Mace…

  Even though she knew the phone would ring again, she still started. She let out a long breath, trying to calm her nerves. Until a second later the doorbell rang.

  Colby let out a little squeak.

  She had to stop jumping at every little thing!

  When Mace was home, she never worried. She had the sense of safety whenever he was around, which surprised her since her first impression of him was he appeared dangerous.

  Dangerous to whom? The jury was still out on that one.

  She rolled out of bed and grabbed the silk robe she had thrown at the foot of it. She inserted her arms into the sleeves and tied the belt tightly around her waist, trying to ignore the still ringing phone. Someone must have switched off the answering machine. It could have been her, but she couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter at this moment anyway, because whoever was at the door was still ringing the doorbell. Damn.

  She yanked open the nightstand drawer and removed her Glock. It was ready to go with one in the chamber and a full clip. But, looking down at her robe, she didn’t have anywhere to hide it on her person.

  Hidden or not, she wasn’t going to answer the door without protection. One never knew who could be lurking outside the house. She shook her head; she was going loony.

  She was way too paranoid. But just the feel of her heavy gun in her hand soothed her, made her not feel like a victim.

  She went downstairs and, at the front door, she peered through the peephole. A young man stood on the other side, dressed in a brown uniform. His baseball cap had a patch on it advertising “Ellie’s Bouquets.”