Stealing His Thunder (Masters of Adrenaline)

by Sparrow Beckett

  Nine. Ten.

  A deep haze claimed her, melding the pleasure and pain into one chaotic mess in her head. Her ass hurt like a bitch, and eventually she forgot what to say, not that she could make words past the sobbing noises that kept coming from her throat.

  He picked her up and carried her to the bed, putting her facedown on the edge of it. She was glad he hadn’t laid her on her back, but if she was hoping for a break, she was sadly mistaken. Again, he fucked her with the plug, pulling it further out then plunging it back in until she was gasping and desperate, before he withdrew it completely. It was a relief, but left her so needy she didn’t know what to do or even what to want.

  Where the other plug came from she didn’t know, but the coolness of the lube startled her. He held her ass cheeks apart with his fingers as he twirled the new plug around her anus, then slowly convinced her body to take it for him. It filled her so full her eyes went wide with dismay just before it tapered off to the base.

  “Ah, good girl,” he murmured. “So much easier when you don’t fight it. You want my cock in here though, don’t you? This plug isn’t big enough for you, is it?”

  Her response was only a whine.

  The plug was too damn big, and the discomfort made her ache. And it was smaller than him? Other than the burning need of her pussy, and the wild feeling of invasion and intimacy, she couldn’t understand why some women said they liked this. It was degrading and embarrassing and made her want to come so bad that clenching her thighs would probably get her off. Okay, maybe it was that.

  The ghost of his breath over the cheek of her burning ass made her realize how closely he was watching the process, and she wished she had enough brainpower left to be embarrassed. She was too far gone to care about anything more than how badly she needed to come.

  He played with the plug, making it move disturbingly. The sounds he drew from her were punctuated by his own. After a lot of toying, he withdrew the thing, and she was so turned on she didn’t care if he was planning to fuck her with something huger and less pleasant than his dick.

  “Your body keeps shutting up tight, Addison, but I can’t wait anymore,” he said grimly. “I don’t even know how long I’m going to last.” He was behind her then, tracing the tip of his cock up and down her cleft. When he positioned himself against her asshole, he stopped. “Now, I want you to back up and impale your sweet little body with my cock. Do you think you can do that?”

  “No,” she mewled. “You do it.”

  “If you do it, you can control how fast this goes, little girl. I’m desperate to be inside you, but I don’t want to hurt you. Come on, you can do this.” He held himself steady, but didn’t push into her even though he sounded like he was suffering as much as she was.

  Gingerly, she pressed back, feeling the burning stretch her body trying to accommodate the thick head of his cock. Whether his grunt was pleasure or pain she wasn’t sure. He pulled away and added more lube, then put himself back in position. She pushed back again, using her hands and feet for leverage, squirming and fucking his cock into her until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore. It burned and ached, but the pressure in her lower belly, the throb of her clit, insisted she wanted more.

  “Is that all of it?” she gasped.

  “No, baby,” he said through gritted teeth. “The head is in, but not much more than that.”

  “Oh god,” she cried. Her legs were quaking, and if the bed wasn’t supporting her upper half she’d have fallen.

  “I know,” he murmured sympathetically, his voice thick. “You’re such a good girl. Can you take more for me?”

  She struggled to get him farther in, to take him deep inside her body, the sensation of burning soreness and being overfilled awing her. His grunts of agonized pleasure made her want to take him all, but it was one of the most unpleasant things she’d ever experienced. It also, strangely, pried open a deeper submission than she’d realized she was capable of. She felt . . . owned.

  A million years later, when her ass finally met his hips, he held her still, letting her get used to the feeling of having an iron bar rammed up her ass. He breathed hard, and every twitch and shudder of his body brought a fresh twinge of discomfort.

  “Look at what a good job you did,” he said, the approval and wonder in his voice making her feel proud. “You took the whole thing. Does it hurt?”

  “A little,” she admitted in a tiny voice. “Just don’t move, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Deep in her ass, she could feel his dick pulsating. She was terrified to move. Gentle fingers traced her flesh where she was stretched around him, tickling where she was the most sore. It made her squirm, and he gasped at the small movements she made. Oh fuck. He needed to stop. If she came she wouldn’t be able to hold still and she’d hurt herself. His other hand snaked between her and the bed, seeking her clit, and she couldn’t move away to stop him.

  Her clit felt huge and engorged, and her pussy ached to be filled, not that there would be any room for something inside it. His fingers found her nub and he brushed over it gently, the slightest of touches, then surrounded it with questing fingers, milking at it, making the heavy tension in her pussy and ass build to overwhelm her. She tried to stave it off, made a valiant effort to ignore what he was doing, but every muscle in her body coiled and bunched, building toward an uncontrollable explosion.

  “No . . . no . . .”

  “Oh fuck, are you going to come, pretty girl?”

  “No!” she cried sulkily. She didn’t want to come, but she needed to so bad she’d die if he stopped her.

  “Oh, I think you are, whether you like it or not,” he said roughly. “Your little ass is so hot and tight. I’m going come so hard you’re going to feel it in the back of your throat.”

  Fuck.

  The tension that sang through her body snapped like an arcing power line. She shrieked as the orgasm broke over her, but one strong hand kept her mostly still as she wriggled on his cock, struggling to make him move. His fingers plucked at her clit, rough and cruel.

  “Please fuck me. Please! I need you,” she begged. She arched back into him, wanting to feel him pound into her and come hard, deep inside her body.

  “Shh, I don’t want to hurt you.” He made a choking sound, like he could hardly bear it, but she wanted to hear him come.

  “Fox, please,” she hissed.

  He gave a few tentative thrusts, and the alien pleasure of it rolled her eyes back. She shoved back, impaling herself on him, and he lost his struggle for control, thrusting into her hard and fast a few times before both hands grabbed her hips. His fingers dug painfully into her skin as he covered her with his body, owning her, his hot grunts of pleasure loud in her ear. The jerk of his cock emptying into her tender ass slammed her with a second orgasm, and she whimpered and struggled helplessly beneath him until the storm ebbed.

  When she could open her eyes again, she blinked stupidly at the expanse of black bed linens, then closed them again and shuddered as his breath brushed the small hairs at the back of her neck. He bit her there, and a stunning orgasmic aftershock wracked her exhausted body as his cock continued to twitch in her ass.

  “Mmm.” He fastened his teeth on her earlobe and she weakly cried out. “I want to do that again.”

  Her poor bottom felt abused. She just wanted to run a bath and curl up in it and go to sleep.

  “No,” she whined. “I don’t want to.”

  He groaned. “I love it when you say no and don’t safeword.”

  Busted.

  “I-I might safeword.” And maybe she wouldn’t if she wasn’t so sore . . . When she tried to get her legs to support her and pull away so he’d fall out, the bed held her in place.

  His cock was rock hard again. Or maybe still? She knew he’d come, not just because she’d felt it happen—the memory still branded in her mind—but bec
ause she could feel it running down the back of her thighs. Ugh. It made her feel so dirty and used.

  “I don’t think you will,” he murmured, his voice full of his cocky bravado. “Not after you just came for me like that.”

  Lust rekindled, but the whole thing still embarrassed her. She ached, but his cock was making her toes curl.

  “I don’t like it,” she whispered stubbornly.

  “Uh-huh.” He thrust harder, making her teeth click together. “Your safeword is ‘zombie’.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. There were only moans of discomfort and pleasure.

  “Somehow that’s what I thought you’d say.”

  ***

  Morning came too soon. Addison couldn’t believe she was still sore after a whole night’s sleep. Granted, they’d had sex twice more, but they’d gotten at least four or five hours of actual sleep too. Hadn’t they?

  The whole night was a blur. She felt hungover but she knew she wasn’t. And even after sleeping so deeply, her body was still weak and exhausted.

  With a groan, she rolled over looking for Fox. He was there, blinking wearily at her. The sheet had been pulled down and revealed his sculpted chest, and she paused to admire it.

  “Hi, sexy.” She smiled at him.

  He brought his hand up and gently pushed the hair from her eyes. “Hey, gorgeous.”

  Warmth grew in her belly then trickled down to her toes. She couldn’t believe a guy like him wanted her. She felt cozy and safe and protected in his bed, and in his arms. It was hard to stop grinning. And it wasn’t just the sex. That was . . . fucking amazing. But the way they could talk about anything and it felt she’d known him her whole life. And that every time he touched her, she felt invincible. Like nothing in the world could hurt her because she was his.

  The submission he’d won from her—especially last night—ran so deep, it shocked her. She’d never guessed anyone could inspire that in her. No one had ever been able unlock that, to see every bit of herself that she hid from the world, and better, to like her anyway.

  It was overwhelming. She’d given him the most vulnerable parts of her psyche and trusted him not to hurt her. How could something be so uncomfortable and so freeing at the same time? It was its own kind of adrenaline rush.

  “What time did we say we’d help your grandma?” he asked, stretching his arms over his head. The sheet slipped further down and her mind blanked.

  “Um.” She cleared her hoarse throat and forced her gaze up. “Ten? What time is it now?”

  “Nine.”

  “I should get up and shower.”

  Before she could move, he gathered her into his arms. “Mmm. No. You look adorable and you smell like me.”

  “I smell like sex!” She laughed and he kissed her nose.

  “Exactly.”

  Warmth covered her and she had the overwhelming sensation that she was precisely where she was supposed to be. In Fox’s bed, naked in more ways than one. Stripped raw with her heart in his hands.

  ***

  “Are you nervous?” Addison glanced at Fox in the passenger seat.

  Fox unclenched his hands in his lap. “No. Of course not.”

  She chuckled. For all his badassery, the quiet anxiety on the way to her grandmother’s house was unexpected but cute.

  Scowling, he continued to stare out the window. “I don’t like being a passenger.”

  “Well, whose idea was that, Mr. Control Freak?”

  He was still freaking out about Marcel. That morning, he’d insisted they take a minivan they never used and that she drive so he could keep watch. Fitting that she’d be driving a Soccer Mom Mobile toward the senior citizen condos. Was she twenty-three or thirty-nine? She wasn’t sure which was more conspicuous for Fox to be driving—a minivan, looking like he did, or a sports car worth a hundred thousand dollars. Their computer repair business cover story kind of sucked.

  Addison had given her parents the money for Gran’s expenses with the explanation that people had donated anonymously via one of those fundraising websites online. She wondered what they’d say if she told them it was from Fox. It would probably be an automatic “in” with the family but Fox didn’t want the spotlight. Not that her parents would have accepted it knowing it was from her boyfriend who wasn’t much older than she was.

  Her parents had taken their house off the market a few days ago and arranged for her grandmother to move right away. Fox had insisted on going with Addison to help Gran move. She wasn’t sure if it was to be helpful, to slyly meet her parents, or if it was still about protecting her from invisible threats.

  She pulled in behind her dad’s car at the condo then turned to look Fox over. The tattoos would be a shock but with the collared polo shirt he’d put on to “look decent”, he passed as a handsome, if not slightly edgy, upstanding gentleman.

  “You look hot,” she told him, folding his collar down where part of it stood up.

  He grimaced. “I feel like a dork.”

  “A hot dork.” She laughed.

  Brow arched, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in close, then kissed her. She kissed him back briefly then pulled away.

  “Behave!” she scolded.

  His eyes lit with mischief. “Behaving is no fun.” When he nipped her bottom lip, she pushed his chest and laughed.

  “I thought you wanted to impress my parents!”

  “We’re just making out in the car.” He shrugged. “And I’m sure they don’t think you’re a virgin.”

  She snorted. “Just don’t bring it up with my Gran.” As she reached for the door, she added, “She’ll tell you all her crazy stories about ‘going parking.’”

  Fox followed her to the door. Her parents were in the living room, taping boxes. Her grandma scuttled around as she directed what to put where.

  “Addy!” she shouted once she noticed Addison then gave her a big hug. When Gran let her go, she narrowed her eyes at Fox. “Don’t tell me this is your new boyfriend.”

  “Yes, this is Fox.”

  Her grandma’s eyes went wide. “Wowee! I never thought you’d catch a man, let alone one so handsome!”

  Addison opened her mouth then closed it, not sure which part of that, if any, was a compliment. “This is Rosalinda,” she told Fox.

  He nodded. “Nice to meet you.”

  Rosalinda pulled Fox into a hug then cut off abruptly to yell at Addison’s dad. “I told you to wrap them in tissue paper, Roger! Don’t just throw them in the box like some cheap plastic knickknacks. These are hand-painted, one-of-a-kind figurines!” Then she murmured, “If you weren’t my daughter’s husband . . .” The rest of the threat was too soft to hear.

  Fox chuckled and Addison leaned in and whispered, “I told you she was feisty.”

  Then she took Fox’s hand and towed him toward her parents. “Mom, Dad . . . This is my boyfriend, Fox.” She smiled then gestured to her parents. “This is Roger and Marilyn.”

  Fox extended his hand and smiled winningly. “Nice to meet you.”

  Her mom blinked a few times as she stared at his heavily tattooed arms but her dad jumped in with a friendly greeting and shook Fox’s hand. He didn’t seem surprised or bothered by his ink. She wondered what they’d think of hers when she finally got the nerve to show them. It wasn’t as if she was worried they’d ground her or something—she was an adult. It was more about disappointing them.

  “It was nice of you to offer to come help Addison’s grandma move,” Roger said.

  “It’s my pleasure. Addison has told me some of her favorite stories about her grandparents. I like them already.”

  Her dad nodded. “She’s their only grandchild. I used to think it made her spoiled but now that I’m older I realize, what’s so wrong with being spoiled once in a while?”

  Fox smiled. �
�I agree.”

  Addison breathed in relief. So far so good. The last boyfriend she’d brought by, her dad had given the third degree. No one took Roger seriously, though, because with his little beer gut and short legs, he just didn’t have that scary overprotective Dad factor. Jeremy had provided expert answers but her parents weren’t surprised when, before a year of dating, she’d broken up with him. On paper, they might have been a match, but there’d been no chemistry.

  “Oh, this came for you at the house, Addison. It’s from school.” Her dad pulled an envelope out of his back pocket and handed it to her. “You should probably give them your apartment address.”

  She took the envelope, looked at it curiously then stuffed it in her purse. Strange. They were in the middle of a semester so the school shouldn’t be sending out grades.

  “So what kind of work are you in, Fox?” her dad asked.

  She pushed the letter from her mind, deciding to worry about it later, and focused on the conversation. She could tell her dad was trying to sound friendly but his eyes narrowed as if waiting to pounce on an inadequate answer.

  “I run a family business buying, selling, and fixing computers,” Fox answered easily.

  “Family business?” her dad questioned. “So you’re close to your family then?”

  “Definitely. My cousin and brother run the company with me. We inherited it from my uncle. My dad and uncle live in Chicago now but they visit frequently.”

  “Ah. Well it’s nice to meet a young man who keeps family a priority.”

  “Family is everything.”

  And just like that, he was in with her dad. Maybe Addison should have brought him armed with scrapbooking lingo too. He could have won over her whole family in one fell swoop.

  Fox carried all the heavy boxes out to the moving truck her dad had rented. They packed the minivan full as well. At least the nursing community wasn’t a far drive. Fox had the patience of a saint as her gran directed where to place each box in the shared cottage.

  Her grandpa was in a rare block of clarity when they arrived. Addison introduced him to Fox after they unloaded all the boxes.