Sultry

by Lexi Buchanan

  Separating, we grin at each other before facing everyone.

  “At least I can think now. I told Mara that I’d be willing to stay in the city if that is what she wanted. In fact, I told her I’d go anywhere she wanted. But as it happens she wants to come back here.” I caress Mara’s face as she looks up at me with love in her eyes before continuing, “I’m more than happy to stay here with Mara. The house is great for us and much better than the apartments in the city. You guys know how much I love to draw, and I’ve always wanted to do something with that.” This is harder than I thought. “So now I’m finally going to do something about it. The only problem I see is Deception. I don’t want to leave you guys, but I’m not sure what else we can do.” There it’s all out in the open.

  Reece and Phoenix grin at me as their wives start laughing.

  Mara looks to me, but I’ve no clue as to what’s going on. I expected frowns not grins.

  “What’s the joke?” I finally ask.

  “We were trying to work out a way of telling you that we planned on moving back here once the girls finished college next month. We just hadn’t gotten around to it.”

  “Chickened out, more like,” Thalia smirks.

  “Whatever. It’s a damn relief knowing we’re all going to be back here,” Reece comments.

  Phoenix kisses his girl and adds, “It sure is.”

  I drop my face into Mara’s neck with a sigh of relief.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Mara

  I’m feeling much better now that we’ve spent two days at the beach. Not only has being away cheered me up, but it feels amazing being part of a group. The guys I’ve known since I could walk but the girls are great as well. For the first time in my life I feel like I’m part of something. I know I’m part of a large family, but this is different. My mom treats Donovan like a son, and has done so since he lost his parents and my sisters have accepted him as my boyfriend. Even Sarah has been on her best behavior and visited me at Donovan’s house.

  Speaking of Donovan, he is frustrating the hell out of me. After our afternoon on the lounger, he hasn’t touched me in a sexual way. I know he wants me because I go to sleep with his swollen dick resting against my bottom, and when I wake up he’s just as hard.

  Well, if he thinks I’m going to go one more night as a virgin he can think again. Which is why I’m standing in the bathroom checking out my tan line of all things against the lemon colored lacy panties I’m wearing. And apart from them, I’m in matching fuck-me shoes and nothing else. My ankle isn’t as strong as it was, but I think I can manage from here to the bed. I will even it kills me. I didn’t have the contraception injection to not have sex. Now all I have to do is work up the courage to go out there because for some reason I’m a bag of nerves. Being nervous because I’m about to seduce the man I love is pissing me off. It’s not as though I’m totally innocent with the dirty things we’ve done but I’ve never had to seduce him before. So, yeah, I’m nervous.

  Inhaling, I slowly exhale as I open the bathroom door. I slowly start to walk toward the bed where Donovan is lounging, but leaning over the side table fiddling with his iPhone charger.

  Finishing up, he turns to face me and I’m delighted to watch his eyes bulge with shock. “What…what…um,” he laughs, “I give up. Speech is highly overrated.”

  Meeting me at the end of the bed, he doesn’t yet touch me. He gazes into my eyes and lets me see all the love he has for me in his. I only hope he can see everything I feel for him in mine.

  Taking that last step into him, my nipples rub against his already naked chest sending a ripple of pleasure down my spine. He gives me a wry smile as I ask, “Please will you make love to me? It’s time I felt the slide of your penis inside me.” I grin, watching the intense look that crosses his face as he’s trying to rein in his control.

  “Say something.”

  He takes my hand and places it over the hard bulge in his shorts. “I want you so much that I’m frightened I’m not going to be able to make it good for you before I release.” He removes my hand.

  “We have all night.”

  I kneel on the bed and crawl—the best I can with one arm in plaster—up to the top. Hearing a growl, I know Donovan’s watching my bottom.

  Staying on my hands and knees, I turn my head and, yeah, he’s eyeing my butt. Giving it a wiggle, I ask, “You planning on joining me anytime soon?”

  He doesn’t need telling twice and drops his shorts to the floor. I grin at the sight; he’s sporting an enormous erection. Will he fit? Runs through my mind and not for the first time. He twitches and jerks.

  “Mara,” he bites out, “will you stop looking at me there?”

  “You’re big,” I blurt out.

  He laughs. “I aim to please. Now don’t move.”

  He crawls on the bed behind me and bites me on the bottom, his hands going to my hips as he changes sides with his mouth. Within seconds, I’m feeling his hard shaft pressing against me. I push back into him and he growls.

  “I need your skin,” he impatiently says then my panties are ripped from me. “That’s better,” he says, and then hisses when his cock rests against my buttocks. I wiggle. He grips my hips for dear life.

  “You feel too good.” Moving back from me he turns me over so my back is flat on the bed and spreads my legs before crawling between.

  “My shoes.”

  “Leave them on. They’re sexy.”

  He kisses me on my inner thigh—my legs quiver.

  “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, his voice husky.

  “I’ve been ready since the moment you first kissed me.”

  He pauses mid kisses, smiles and carries on.

  Gentle kisses up and down my thighs are causing my pussy to clench with excitement, but he always misses touching where I want him the most. The smirk on his face tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

  “Slow baby. By the time I enter you, I want you ready to come apart surrounding me. Because I’m sure as hell going to detonate the minute I’m engulfed in your tight, wet heat.”

  And at last he dips his head and lets his tongue work it’s magic causing my nipples to peak and my back to arch from the bed. He’s so good with his mouth and tongue. Lapping at my pussy with his tongue as though he’s never tasted me before. My hand reaches for his head and my fingers thread into his hair and hold him against me. I wish I had full use of both of my hands and that I could reach more of him.

  His shoulders are so wide and he has the body of a Greek god. All bronzed from the sun, muscles from the gym and lugging all the heavy equipment around when Deception has a show or at the bar where he worked. But right now, watching him between my legs is so damn hot.

  “Oh God,” I moan. His fingers are now assisting his tongue. I’m not going to last. My hand clenches in the covers, which I find frustrating because I can’t anchor my other side due to the cast, but oh God. My orgasm is building. The blood rushes through my ears, my heart is pounding and the man between my legs isn’t for giving up. He’s pushing me higher and then…and then, “Oh God. Donovan.”

  “Let go.”

  My climax hits. I shudder and thrash around under his talented mouth, but before I come back down to earth, he’s looming over me. The head of his dick pushing against the entrance no one has been before. I should be nervous, but all I want is to feel him. Just him, and I’m so glad that we don’t need to use anything.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Donovan

  I’m going to be lucky if I don’t release right here, right now. She has me by the balls. Having her coming on my tongue caused me to leak uncontrollably and one touch on my cock would have sent me to heaven. But the only heaven I want right now is to be buried deep inside her before I let go.

  While she’s still in the thralls of orgasm, I rear up and leaning over her, I rest on my arms at either side of her shoulders while the head of my dick nudges against her opening lips. I’ve never been as desperate
to get inside anyone before, as I am Mara.

  Keeping my balance with one arm, I reach down and wrapping my hand around my shaft, I rub against her before I slowly start to slide inside. Feeling her sex around the head of my shaft, still clenching in orgasm, nearly causes me to lose it. But gritting my teeth in the hope that it will keep me grounded, I push further inside her until I’m met with her resistance.

  I stop and meet her gaze. My heart is doing crazy things inside my chest as my balls are screaming out for me to finish. Going down to my elbows, I lick and kiss her nipples and feel them quiver at my touch. She’s so damn gorgeous.

  Lifting my head, I meet her lips and tongue in a passion and lust fuelled kiss as her legs wrap around my waist and she arches into me.

  She goes tense in my arms.

  I’m through. Fuck! Fuck!

  “Give me a minute,” she requests, sounding breathless.

  My dick is all the way inside her and she wants a minute! Probably to catch her breath from the pain that I’m sure she felt. I just wish I wasn’t so worked up because staying put is killing me. I’m twitching inside her and desperately need to move but the less pain I cause her the better.

  To try and ease the pain for her, I start playing with her nipples. Rubbing them between my finger and thumb. Taking her lips in another kiss, I continue to massage her nipples and feel her start to loosen up before I feel the slide of my cock as she moves under me.

  Raising myself up again, I slowly pull most of the way out and then just as slowly slide all the way back inside her warm sheath—home.

  “You’re finally inside me,” she says in wonder.

  “I am.”

  “You feel so good.” She flexes her inner muscles around me. “Oh God. That felt good.” So she does it again.

  “I’m holding on by a thread and you decide to experiment,” I growl in passion.

  I see the realization in her eyes, the minute it dawns on her what clamping her muscles around me does to me. And she does it a-fuckin’-gain.

  “You feel so good inside me.”

  “No pain?”

  She shakes her head. “No, not now. I never want it to end.”

  “Fuck. I need to move.”

  Mara rotates her hips sending shards of pleasure down my cock, into the volcano of my balls and it wedges in the base of my spine. My dick swells even more surprising the shit out of me, and Mara, by the startled look on her face.

  “I’m close.”

  “Me too.”

  That’s the only sign I need. Pushing her legs from my waist, I knock her shoes off before she stabs me with one of the lethal heels and hold her legs open wide. I begin to thrust inside her with a rotate of my hips that drives my cock in to the hilt.

  Mara throws her head back, gasping for air as I pick up the pace.

  My cock is so fuckin’ swollen with arousal that it’s almost painful. No matter whether I’m thrusting inside or withdrawing, the pleasure is intense. Feeling her sex rippling along my dick is bringing me closer and closer to releasing. The fire in my balls won’t be contained for much longer.

  I’m sweating and breathing like a freight train and Mara—fuck me—is pulling and twisting her nipples between her finger and thumb.

  “Babe—”

  My eyes roll back in my head as I feel her climax start to rush through her causing mine to explode as though I’ve been set alight with a match. Gripping her hips, I try to hold her still as my cum flies out and coats her vibrating core. That’s how it feels along my cock, as though tiny fingers are massaging along its length causing a vibration.

  Opening my eyes, I gaze down at the girl milking my cock dry and my heart bursts. I collapse on top of her and taking her mouth in a sweet kiss, I shiver.

  “That was so worth the wait,” I mumble against her neck.

  “I wish we’d done it sooner. That was like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

  Sliding my now spent dick from her, I roll onto my side and take her with me. I love having my arms wrapped around her and I always will if I have a say in anything.

  I kiss her on the forehead and tell her, “I’m going to run you a bath soon, and hopefully the soreness won’t be as bad.”

  “A bath would be nice, but I’ll probably be okay because I’ve brought a bottle of Aloe Vera. It better work the wonders it promises considering what I have planned for you at the carnival tonight.”

  “What?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “Mara, babe. As much as I want to be inside you again today, it’s not such a good idea.”

  “We’ll see.”

  I smile. “Are you really happy, Mara? Do you really want to be with me?”

  “Where is this coming from?” She brushes the hair from my forehead in a gentle caress. “I love you, Donovan.” She kisses me. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been when I’m with you. Please don’t ever doubt that. I can’t wait to start our life together living in your home—”

  “Our home,” I interrupt.

  “Our home. This is real for me Donovan. I’m old enough to know my own feelings so don’t ever think I’m doing something that I’m not ready for because I’m more than ready. I know what I want and that is you.”

  I have to swallow a few times to get my emotions under control, and also to plan what I want to say to her because all words have flown out of my head.

  Instead, I roll over her and opening my drawer, I take out my mothers ring. She gasps when she sees it.

  Lying back down, I cover her mouth so she’ll let me speak.

  “I’m not asking you to marry…yet. You heard me say yet, right?” She nods so I continue, “This was my mom’s ring and I want you to wear it as a promise ring for now. Because regardless of what I’ve gotten up to in the past I want something on your finger to show every other fucker that you belong to me. I want everyone to know how serious I am about you. I want you to know that I’m promising to love, honor and cherish you,” I smile, “until we say those words in front of a justice of the peace once you’ve finished your studies.” She giggles beneath my hand. “Stop that. And I mean the first course you’re doing. I’m sure we can manage a wedding between one course and your doctorate.”

  “How—”

  “You’re too clever baby to not study to a higher level.”

  “I can’t believe all this,” she says.

  I slide the ring on her wedding finger and think take that you fuckers, she’s mine for all time.

  “I love you. You know me like no one else.”

  “I love you too baby, which means you have to protect me from Reece when he sees you wearing my mom’s ring.”

  “He’ll be fine, and I’m going to be okay later and ready to have you inside me again.”

  “You’re an impatient little thing.”

  “No I’m not. I’ve just discovered how it feels to finally have sex with the man I love.”

  “Mara,” I growl.

  Smiling, she grabs my head and places a sloppy kiss on my face. “You’re going to fuck me at the carnival,” she informs me before rolling from the bed and walking to the bathroom.

  Rolling onto my back, I try to figure out if she’s serious or not. Surely she can’t mean that. The carnival is only a couple of blocks away and we have a perfectly good bed here. And there is no way she’s showing her attributes to every Tom, Dick and Harry. She’s trying to get me going again. Isn’t she?

  Looking down my body, my cock jerks against my stomach already starting to swell again with arousal for the sassiest girl I’ve ever known.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Mara

  “Hey Donovan,” I shout over to where he’s standing talking to Ryder while I savor the warm, pink, fluffy cotton candy he bought me.

  “Yeah, babe.”

  “Will you come and make out with me on the Ferris wheel?”

  He does a double take at my words and grins while Ryder shakes his head at him laughing.

  Ryder and
Dahlia arrived a couple of hours ago after Reece called them to get their butts to Orange Beach. I’m glad as well. Since they’ve been here, Dahlia looks to be happier than I’ve seen her. I’m not too sure whether that has anything to do with Ryder or the fact she’s away from everything back home. I’m hoping it’s because she’s here having fun with us, and Ryder though. Even though I can’t quite work out their relationship. Every now and again, he’ll touch her back or arm, but nothing more. Perhaps a push together might get them seeing more action.

  I grin liking this idea. I’ve never played matchmaker before so this could be fun.

  “What are you grinning at? Looking so lost in thought,” Donovan asks moving in close with his hands going to my hips.

  “Just thinking,” I reply against his lips.

  Moving my head to one side, I give him access to my neck. He trails his lips down to my collarbone, and mumbles against my skin, “Let’s go make out,” he nibbles my ear lobe sending a bout of lust straight to my core, “on the Ferris wheel.”

  “Mmmm, I thought we were already making out.”

  He chuckles against my sensitive skin. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  Releasing me, he grabs my hand and, with a slight tug, pulls me towards the bright lights of the Ferris wheel.

  The carnival is packed with people tonight, which isn’t surprising considering the location, but none the less people have come out in droves.

  I’m glad the guys suggested this though because it’s been a few years since I was last at a carnival and I’ve forgotten how much fun they are. And how yummy their corn dogs and cotton candy are.

  As we approach the Ferris wheel, I come to a stop and stand watching it go round. It’s exciting—the music, the lights, the whole design of the wheel, which looks to be in the fifties style. It’s beautiful.

  Donovan slips his arms around my waist from behind and rests his head on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m better than okay. I’m excited we’re here. I’d forgotten how much I loved the carnival with all the noise, lights and food.”