He started again as her finger slipped inside.
“Aw, man, Maddie. I’m not gonna be able to take much more.”
Her sole intent.
She slid her finger in a little more, and worked the head of his cock with her teeth, matching the rough sensation of her finger inside his ass.
It slipped pass the tight ring of muscle and she curved it forward, knowing exactly where he’d like it.
She rubbed the gland there and Mark jerked off the counter.
“Holy fuck!”
His legs quivered and he adjusted himself to be able to support himself with one hand while he cupped her mouth with his other, his fingers playing at the corner, feeling his cock go in and out of her lips. “I’m going to come, Maddie.
She stopped sucking.
But she didn’t stop fondling.
His cock twitched in her mouth.
“Maddie, please.”
She pulled her lips away. “Please what?”
“Please suck me off.”
“Do you want me to swallow your cum?” A bead of it appeared on the tip as she said it. “I guess that’s a yes.”
He nodded, his eyes wide, almost pleading. “I told you, I’m clean. Got checked two months ago and haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Good. Then sit back and enjoy it.”
She sure did.
She sucked him into her mouth her fingers now working his balls, her one finger working him from the inside. She rubbed fast then slow, made it a little rough before he started moaning. Once he did, he couldn’t stop.
His arms gave out and he ended up leaning on his elbows. A foot slipped off the chair.
Maddie didn’t care. She stood up and bent over him, taking him in as far as she could, her hand pumping his shaft for the rest of it.
He splayed his legs to the side, dangling over the countertop as he laid back, his arms gripping the edge of the island over his head, all that cut, taut, chiseled goodness flexing with each sensation that rolled through him.
“Please, Maddie, get me off. I can’t take it.”
She worked him a little more—it was never good to give a man exactly what he wanted when he asked for it. She made him wait.
He’d thank her later.
And then he did. He thanked everyone: her, God, Lola, Jesus… the names, the pleas, rolled off his tongue as she rolled hers around his cock, sucking and jerking, stroking and fingering as his balls clenched, ready to pump his hot thick cum through his shaft and down her throat.
Her pussy clenched, thinking of it. Wanting it.
She took him down to the root, the sucked back up as fast and as hard as she could, drawing that hot goodness through him, wiling him to pump it into her mouth.
He grabbed her head and shoved her down along himself.
Then pulled her up.
Then back down. Then up.
Maddie took a swirl around the head, traced her tongue along his vein, then sucked him back down, making swallowing motions the entire time she took him into her throat as far as she could.
“Ah, God, Maddie. I’m coming.”
And he was. Tremors wracked his body, his cock jerking as she felt the cum shoot through him, then his back arched and he dug his heels against the cabinet as his body bowed, and his cum coated her tongue.
She milked it, every suck rewarded with an incoherent groan. A primal sound. One that said he had no idea where he was, who he was, who she was, or anything but the sensation rocketing through him.
He came so hard, so long and so much, that Maddie believed him when he said it’s been a while.
Thank God for it. She released the suction she had on him as the tremors slowed, tasting every ounce of his desire.
His back reconnected with the counter and his legs fell to the side. She slowly, inch by inch, released him.
He blinked up at her a few moments later, his eyes taking a while to focus, all four of his limbs splayed off the island, a sated, heavy look on his face.
“You, woman, are amazing.” He tried to move, but his legs just fell back where they were. “I can’t get up.”
She ran a fingernail down his cock.
It twitched.
“Oh yes you can.”
He smiled and that intensity was right back in his gaze. “Babe, with you, getting up will never be a problem. For my cock, anyway. The rest of me?” His arm flopped onto his stomach. “Call the paramedics.”
“Were some of the guys there tonight paramedics?” she asked oh-so-innocently.
He rolled his eyes. “Matter of fact, Carlton was. He was the guy working your pussy with his tongue while I ate you out.”
The words alone had the power to make her ache.
“Speaking of eating…” She wiped her mouth on his thigh, smiling when he did. “I believe you promised me cookies.”
“How about if I promise you champagne instead and we drink it in my bed?”
“A bed? Is that the most inventive you can get? I do have it on good authority, Mark Barrett, that you’re much more creative than that.”
“Woman, I am not willing to share you anymore tonight. Tonight, you’re all mine.”
“Well, I want cookies and you promised.” She crossed her arms and pouted, enjoying the teasing.
He sat up, his abs doing delicious things to do so, and ran a finger over her pouted lips. “They’re swollen from sucking me.”
She nodded.
“From swallowing me.”
She nodded again.
He gripped her head and kissed her, his tongue shoving inside and licking every part of her.
“God, we taste good.”
She nodded again and thrust her tongue in his mouth, sharing the flavor. He did taste good.
He licked her tongue, then licked her lips. Then her jaw, and on down to the curve of her shoulder. “Let’s get you naked.”
She shook her head, and slid away from the hands that had migrated to her breasts and were starting to do deliciously naughty things to her nipples.
“No way. You promised me cookies and I’m holding you to that.”
“Can’t you just hold me and we’ll see what happens from there?”
She stroked him once. “I will once you make me cookies.”
He released her with a sigh. “Damn, woman, you’re demanding.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
“That’s a promise,” he said as he slid off the counter.
It took him a few seconds to get his legs working—though the third one was already up for the challenge.
“Did you take a bottle of performance enhancers or something?” she asked, motioning to his hardening cock.
He pretended to look insulted. “Performance enhancers? Me? Does this—”he took his dick in his hand and pumped it—“look like it needs any help?”
Hell no. But she wasn’t about to stroke his ego anymore than she was about to stroke his cock. She wanted cookies.
“Come on, Mark you promised. And it is my birthday, remember. You owe me a present.”
“A six-way wasn’t enough for you?”
“That was just the opening event.”
“Then the main attraction is going to kill me.”
“Chicken.”
“No, just a mere mortal.”
He bent over and pulled a mixer out from under the counter. “I have to tell you, Maddie, that this is the first time I’ve ever made cookies with a woman.”
“Good. Another first for me, too.”
“And I’ve never made them naked.”
“Pity. It’s a good look on you.”
He leaned one arm against the counter. “You think so?” His abs flexed and his cock—yeah, his cock did, too. Cheeky thing.
“Come on, get to it, Barrett. I’m hungry.”
He thrust his cock at her. “I’ve got something you can eat right here.”
She took her time turning around and leaned over the counter, tugging her dress up as she did so so h
e’d get just the tiniest glimpse of her thong-uncovered-ass. “I’ve got something you can eat, too.”
The mixing bowl he’d been holding clattered to the counter and the next thing she knew, his hands were on her ass, and his tongue was licking her folds.
“Mark! You can’t! You promised me cookies.”
He reached for her again, but she moved out of the way. “Maddie, I’ll promise you whatever you want if you’ll just let me lick you.”
“Then I want cookies. You promised me them as a welcome present, and I want them. Then you can lick whatever you want.”
“Whatever? You promise?”
She cocked her head. “There are only so many parts of me to go around, Mark. And you’ve had your mouth on pretty much all of them.”
“I haven’t. Other guys have. Now it’s my turn.”
Her knees went weak with the reminder. She’d had five guys on her. In her. What an amazing night. It was a birthday she’d never forget.
But those five guys weren’t the special part. It was Mark and what he’d done for her.
And oh, what he was doing for her now.
He stalked over to the fridge, his backside clenching and flexing the entire way. Then his arms and shoulders got in on the act when he opened the door and grabbed eggs and butter.
His back was amazing as he stretched up to the top of a cabinet for the flour, sugar, salt and other baking items. Then there was the way his abs moved when he leaned over the sink to get the spatula in the lazy Susan behind it.
He plunked everything on the island—the one where she’d just given the best blow job of her life—and looked at her. “You seriously want me to make you cookies?”
She nodded. “In an apron.”
He groaned. “You want me to wear an apron?”
“Yup. Nothing sexier than a half-naked man in a kitchen making me something sweet.”
He smiled and shook his head. “For such a supposedly-sheltered woman, you have some kinky ideas.”
Yes she did.
She and Lola used to share those ideas before Lola had moved away. They’d never have had the nerve to try any of them, but they’d passed erotic romance novels back and forth, always trying to outdo each other with a more outrageous one.
Maddie had gotten quite the education. All of which she wanted to put to the test, and this new home was the perfect place to do so.
She’d have to thank Lola some day. She wondered if her friend had any idea what she’d done for her.
Mark pulled an apron out of his pantry. “You realize that I’ve never worn this.”
“Another first.”
“You’re into firsts, aren’t you?”
He had no idea. “Let’s just say that there weren’t a lot of chances to experiment back in my town. It was too small. Everyone knew everyone’s business.”
“So now this is the Wild West to you and you’re doing to try everything?”
“Why not?”
“Very good point.”
He pulled a recipe book out from the drawer in the island and arched an eyebrow at her. “Last chance to back out.”
“I’m not backing out.”
“Damn.” He cracked the eggs into the bowl, turned on the mixer, and proceeded to add each ingredient.
He looked very comfortable in the kitchen. Even naked. With an apron. He measured out the ingredients, sifted dry ones together, added them slowly to the moist mixture, and even cleaned up as he went along.
He was too good to be true. But then, that’s always how Lola had described him.
Maddie tried to remember what she knew of Mark. Sure, she’d fantasized about what it’d be like to meet Lola’s boss—especially after she’d made the move to the city—but she’d never really thought it would happen. Consequently, the man she had in her head bore no resemblance to the real-life guy in front of her.
And for once, her fantasies weren’t as good as the reality.
“So now we have to put the batter in the fridge for at least a half hour. They cook better when they’re hard.”
She licked her lips. “Me, too.”
He groaned. “I can make you come in a half hour, you know.”
“Prove it.”
Chapter 5
He ripped off the apron, shoved the batter into the fridge, slammed the door shut, then strode across the kitchen, yanked Maddie out of the chair and into his arms, ripped her thong off and impaled heronto his cock.
Oh sweet lord above, the man fit her perfectly.
Maddie wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles.
“Hang on,” he muttered, his teeth grinding as he hoisted her butt in his hands.
“I’m not that heavy, Mark.” Way to kill the mood.
“I’m not grimacing at your wait, it’s at how unbelievably tight you are, and I’m trying not to come inside you. The condoms are upstairs. I never thought I’d need them in my own kitchen.”
“You weren’t a scout, were you? They’re always prepared.”
“Fucked a lot of them, have you?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ve led a pretty sheltered life.”
He almost stumbled on the stairs. “I find that very hard to believe.”
“I have a very good imagination.”
“Ah.”
So did Mark. Which he proceeded to share with her the minute they hit his room.
He turned on the light and backed her against the wall—the one opposite the full length mirror so she could watch his ass flex as he pumped inside her.
“What…” She hissed when he withdrew all the way out to the tip. “About the…”
He surged back in, taking her breath with it.
“Condom?” She managed to grunt when he tortured her by pulling out again.
His fingers slid down her ass and spread her apart and he surged back inside.
“I’m getting to that.”
“Hurry.”
He nodded and pumped once more, then he slowly, regrettably, slid out of her.
They stayed there for a minute, the tip of him just barely touching her open, aching passage. One little push down and she could take him inside her again. It was a tempting thought, but she could wait. Condoms were smart. Necessary.
He took a deep breath, then lowered her legs to the floor.
“Don’t move.”
“I don’t think that’s even an option.”
She leaned back against the wall and flattened her palms against it while Mark took care of business.
It was then that she realized he had no curtains on his windows. And the light was on. And it was dark outside.
And he was bare-ass naked and she had her dress hiked up around her waist and her panties were somewhere down on the first floor.
“Mark.”
He looked up as he ripped the foil packet. “Huh?”
“Your windows. They’re open.”
He smiled around that foil then removed the condom. “Is that a problem?”
She felt the flush of desire—or embarrassment—come over her. “Uh, I guess not.”
“I told you, Maddie, it’s normal around here. Some might not even watch. After a while, you sometimes don’t want to.”
“But sometimes you do?”
“Well, sure. Don’t you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never watched people before tonight.”
He rolled the condom on and walked back over to her. The neighbors would now have a great view of his great ass. “Did you like watching them tonight? Did it turn you on?” He moved his lips close to hers. “Did you like everyone watching us?”
Her pussy flooded again and her throat had to work really hard for her to swallow. “Um, yeah.”
“Exactly. So who cares who’s watching? Let’s give them one hell of a show.” He nibbled her bottom lip. “You with me?”
Hell yes she was.
She plastered her lips to his and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him until neither one of them
would be able to remember there were other people anywhere, let alone possibly watching them.
Actually… she didn’t want to forget that part. Mark was right; it was an utter turn on.
He picked her up again, but this time didn’t take her against the wall. This time, he walked her over to the mirrored closet door and swung it open. She looked inside expecting… she didn’t know what to expect. But it certainly wasn’t a rack of men’s dress shirts.
“What are you doing?”
He carried her back to the bed, turned around, and sat down.
Her knees hit the mattress and he pushed her down so she was straddling his thighs, her legs spread. “Tell me what you see behind me, Maddie.”
She looked. Reflected in the windows was the mirror. With her over him.
“Oh. I can see us.”
“And so can I. See why it doesn’t matter who’s watching us? We can watch ourselves.”
The man was a genius.
But then he flipped her around and laid her on her back.
“Now what?” she asked, anticipation ratcheting up her breathing.
“Now I get to have my fun. You promised me I could lick whatever I wanted, and I want every inch of you. I’m going to taste every part and drive you out of your mind with wanting me. I’m going to take you to the heights and leave you hanging, and then I’m going to take you over the edge with an orgasm so amazing you’ll never want one with anyone but me ever again.”
She had a feeling she was already there, but she was willing to let him deliver on his promise.
He opened the drawer beside his bed.
It was full of toys.
The first one he pulled out…
“Double penetration?” Her arms gave out and she fell back on the bed.
“Of course. After five guys on you, this should be easy. It’ll only be like three.”
But she hadn’t had two cocks in her at any point during it.
She’d never had two cocks in her—and she’d never had one in her back passage.
“Mark, I’ve never done…”
“What? Anal?”
She nodded.
“Ah, babe, you’re in for a treat. But we’ll take it slow. And hard. And slow. And hard.” He ran the dildo over her clit as he said it and she could feel the excitement building all over again.
He dipped it in her pussy, coating it with her juices. Then he turned it on and the head of it spun against her opening.
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