by Force, Marie
“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth.
Her smile stretches across her face, making her eyes dance with joy. I’m swamped with love for her.
“You’re quite pleased with yourself, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I ask with a grunt of laughter. She’s so fucking adorable.
“You have to admit that making a guy like you tremble does come with a certain amount of thrill.”
“A guy like me… What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Strong,” she says, kissing between my pecs. “Sexy.” More kisses, some tongue action and fucking hell… teeth. “Commanding.” She nuzzles my happy trail, and my dick surges, wanting in on this right now. I don’t know what I need more—for her to touch me where I’m dying for her or to hear more words that describe me from her point of view.
Touch. I definitely want her to touch me right fucking now. “Natalie… Have some mercy, will you?”
She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and draws them down slowly, so fucking slowly she nearly finishes me with only the drag of elastic over my rigid erection. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.
I grab the hem of her T-shirt and pull it up. “Can we take this off?”
She hesitates, but only for a second before the shirt clears her head and hits the floor. Her full, gorgeous breasts fall into my waiting hands.
She twists out of my reach. “No! You’re not taking over my show.”
“What?” For a fraction of an instant, I forget who I am with her, and I nearly remind her who’s in charge here. Thankfully, I catch myself before I can make that critical error, but the near miss humbles me.
“Relax and let me love you.”
I blow out a deep breath and summon the will to control myself without controlling her, too. I don’t surrender to anyone. But Natalie isn’t just anyone. She’s become my whole life, and if she wants to control me, albeit briefly, I’ll allow it. Somehow.
She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth as she wraps her hand around the base of my cock and begins to stroke me. She watches with fascination as a bead of moisture appears at the tip. Then, in the single most erotic sight I’ve ever witnessed, she bends her head and licks me clean.
“Nat,” I say on a gasp. “Wait a sec.”
She looks up at me.
“The last time we did this… Don’t do it if you don’t want to.” I can’t forget the flashback that hit her without warning the first time she tried to take me into her mouth.
“I’m okay.” Her lips encircle the tip, and her tongue slashes me.
It’s all I can do to refrain from pulling her head down onto my dick. That’s what I’d do with any other woman, but Natalie isn’t any other woman. She’s the woman. So instead of grabbing her, I fist handfuls of the comforter and hold on for dear life as she sets out to drive me mad with her experimentation.
“Does it feel good?” she asks.
“Yeah. It feels fucking amazing.”
Hearing that pleases her, and she goes back for more, taking me in farther this time. I want to tell her what to do. I want to tell her to suck me, squeeze my balls and stroke me hard. I have to bite my tongue to keep from barking out orders when it’s far more important that she become used to me in her mouth than it is that she do this exactly the way I want it done.
Besides, it apparently doesn’t matter what she does, because she’s got me on the verge of losing it in no time at all.
“Babe.” The sight of her lush lips stretched to accommodate my dick takes me right to the brink. “Natalie.”
Not seeming to understand my urgency, she withdraws slowly, torturously.
I take hold of my cock and jerk my hips to avoid coming in her face. “Fuck.” The orgasm blasts through me with powerful intensity. I’m left panting and trembling while Natalie looks on with a look of satisfaction that might even surpass mine. “Jesus.”
“It was good?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I grunt out a laugh between deep breaths. “But good might not be a significant enough word to describe what that was.”
“Really?”
I want to hold her and touch her and kiss her everywhere. “Hand me my shirt, will you?” I use the shirt to mop up the mess I made on my stomach and chest and then toss it aside. “Come here.” Holding my arms out to her, I gather her close to me. The press of her breasts against my chest is all it takes to start my motor running all over again.
Fluff lets out a snore that makes us laugh.
“I can’t believe she didn’t try to bite my dick off when you were giving it attention.”
“I’d never let her bite you there.”
“Thank God for small favors.”
“There’s nothing small about it.”
“If I wasn’t already madly in love with you, I would be now.”
“Flynn?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you make love to me? The way you did the other night?”
“You’re not sore anymore?”
“I’m not sore,” she says as she drags a fingertip across my abdomen, “but I am achy.”
I feel like I’ve been electrocuted. The way she looks at me, the way she touches me… This can’t possibly be real. I reach over to caress her face before I draw her into a kiss. “What’s happened to my shy, reserved Natalie?”
“She got a taste of heaven in your arms, and now she wants more.”
“Are you sure? With everything—”
“I’m sure.”
“I’m so afraid I’m going to do something to scare you.”
“You won’t. You’ve got nothing at all in common with the man who hurt me.”
I want to remind her I have one thing in common with him, and that particular part of me wants to be inside her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. “You have to promise you’ll stop me if you’re scared or worried or—”
She brings me into a kiss that starts off sweet and becomes something else entirely in a matter of seconds. Her arms encircle my neck, keeping me right where she wants me. This aggressive, passionate Natalie enthralls me. Maybe I could, we could… Visions of her tied to the headboard, her ass raised in the air, dance through my mind like the best movie I’ve ever seen. No. That’s not happening. I have to remember to control my baser urges with her.
I roll her under me and look down at her. She’s flushed and wide-eyed and flat-out gorgeous. Her lips are swollen from the blowjob. So fucking beautiful.
“What?” she asks. “Is something wrong?”
“No, love, everything is just right.” I kiss her before I get up from the bed to find a condom. “Crap, the condoms are in my other bag, which I left out there.” I pull on my jeans and somehow manage to get them zipped over my rampant erection. “Be right back.”
“Hurry up.”
Her excitement and urgency only make me harder. In the main salon, Addie is hard at work on her laptop. The glass of red wine sitting next to her computer tells me she’s attempting to relax. She glances at me as I grab the backpack I left in one of the chairs.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I tell her.
“So are you.”
“Don’t stay up too late.”
“Hey, Flynn…”
“Yeah?” As I turn to face her, I hold the backpack in front of me.
“I’ve been emailing with Liza. She wants to schedule an interview so Natalie can tell her story—”
“That’s not happening.” The very thought of it enrages me.
“Liza’s theory is that if Natalie tells her story, then the feeding frenzy will stop that much sooner.”
“Not. Happening. Feel free to quote me on that to Liza.”
Addie gives me a challenging look that I recognize all too well.
I release a deep sigh as my hard-on all but disappears at the reminder of our situation. “What is it you wish to say?” Addie speaks her mind with me, and I encourage her to do so because she’s extremely savvy and always has my best interests at hear
t.
“For what it’s worth, I think you ought to consider Liza’s advice. You pay her a lot of money to tell you what to do in these situations. I happen to agree with her. If Natalie tells her story in her own words, that makes it impossible for anyone else to tell it. It would put an end to the salacious innuendo that has overtaken the Internet.”
“You know what I hate most about this?”
“What?”
“Every time her name is mentioned for the rest of her life, this story will be tied to it. That’s why she changed her name in the first place.”
“I hate that, too. We all do. But the cat’s out of the bag. You can’t pretend it’s not happening, as much as you’d like to.”
She’s right, and so is Liza, but all I can think about is Natalie and asking her to go on national TV to talk about the most painful thing in her life. The very idea of it makes me nauseated.
“Get some sleep, Addie.”
“Night, Flynn. And good luck in the morning, not that you’ll need it.”
“Thanks.” Her comment reminds me that Oscar nominations are coming in the morning, something that would normally be foremost on my mind. But I don’t have the capacity to care about anything other than what’s happening with Natalie right now.
I return to the bedroom, where Natalie is propped on her upturned hand waiting for me. The sight of her bare shoulder reminds me of what was about to happen before I left the room. Retrieving the box of condoms, I drop my pants onto the floor and crawl back into bed with her.
“What’s wrong?”
I force a smile and hold up the box of condoms for her to see. “Nothing now.”
“Don’t lie to me, Flynn. Something happened while you were out there. I can tell just by looking at you.”
“How’d you get to know me so well so fast?”
“The same way you got to know me.” She caresses my face, and her tender touch makes me melt on the inside.
I love her so fucking much, and I want to protect her from anything and everything that could ever hurt her. “Addie has been talking to Liza. They think we ought to do an interview to give you the chance to tell your story in your own words to put an end to all the speculation.” I watch the light in her eyes go dim.
“Oh.”
“I told them it’s not happening. I’d never ask you to talk about something so painful on TV. The thought of it makes me sick. I can only imagine how you must feel.”
“If we did this, the interview, I mean… Do they think it would put an end to people talking about me? About us?”
“It might put an end to people talking about what happened to you years ago. It’s probably safe to say they’ll continue to talk about us.”
“I’ll do it.”
“What? No. You’re not doing it, and that’s the end of it. I told them the same thing.”
“Flynn.” She uses the hand she has on my face to turn me toward her.
“You’re not doing it.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No! No fucking way. And that’s the end of it.”
She smiles at me! The angelic, beautiful smile that slays me every time.
“Why are you grinning like a loon?”
Her smile gets bigger. “You’re awfully cute when you’re being bossy.”
She hasn’t begun to see the full extent of how bossy I can be. The thought of showing her my dominant side reawakens my cock.
“I’m doing the interview.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
I kiss her to make her stop talking, taking possession of her lips and mouth in the fiercest kiss we’ve ever shared. It’s all lips and tongue and teeth. I keep expecting her to push me away in shock that I would dare to kiss her this way, but instead she meets every stroke of my tongue with one of her own. She makes me crazy with desire and the most intense need I’ve ever experienced.
I break the kiss and move down, cupping her breasts and sucking on her nipples. While I keep expecting her to stop me, she encourages me by arching her back and wrapping her legs around my hips.
I’m lost, completely fucking lost to her.
Chapter 4
Something is different. He’s wilder, untamed, ravenous. Is it because I defied him about the interview? Whatever the reason, I’m not complaining. I like him this way, a little unhinged and overtaken by desire. As his teeth clamp down on my left nipple, I want to beg him to hurry, to take me, to relieve the aching pressure between my legs, but I can’t seem to find the words. He’s stolen them, along with the breath from my lungs.
I’m on fire for him. He leaves my nipples stiff and aching to kiss his way down my body. His hands are everywhere, touching and caressing and coaxing. I can’t get close enough.
He settles between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing them as far apart as they can go.
Every cell in my body is on high alert in anticipation of what’s about to happen. The first time he did this, I nearly lost my mind. Even knowing what to expect can’t properly prepare me for the first stroke of his tongue or the slide of his fingers into me.
“God, I love the taste of your sweet pussy,” he says in a low growl that sends a flashpoint of heat blasting through me. “I could live right here and never want for anything.” His fingers surge in deeper. “So hot and so tight.”
I’m not sure whether his words or his actions are having the greater effect, but the combination is positively incendiary. I’m on the verge of a powerful release, and he’s barely begun.
“Flynn…”
“What, honey? Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“I…” I don’t have the words.
He sucks on the very heart of me, and an orgasm rips through my body, making me burn from the inside. He stays with me through it all, coaxing me up and then bringing me back down.
And then he’s pressing into me, stretching me to accommodate his thick erection. It’s the most indescribable feeling I’ve ever had, his body joining with mine so intimately as he hovers above me, watching over me for any sign of distress.
My hands coast from his back to his ribs and down to his firm ass.
With a low growl, he drives into me, making me gasp from the impact.
He freezes. “Oh my God, Nat. I’m so sorry. I’m being rough with you.”
I pull him closer to me and wrap my legs around his hips to keep him from withdrawing. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”
He reaches under me, grasps my bottom and then turns us so I’m on top of him, looking down at his exceptionally handsome face as he stares up at me with those soft brown eyes. “So fucking sexy.”
“I… I don’t know what to do. Tell me what to do.”
“Ride me, baby. Move your hips. Yes,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Just like that. Fuck.”
It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. He’s so deep inside me, and I’m stretched to my absolute limit by the size of him. Then he touches a spot deep inside that triggers something… Oh my God… His fingers press between my legs, and the combination sets off another orgasm. This time he goes with me, pushing deeper as he comes, too.
I bite my lip to keep from screaming.
He tugs me down to him, our mouths capturing my scream and his groan.
“Fucking Christ,” he whispers against my lips. His arms come around me, anchoring me to him.
With my head on his chest, I can hear the hammering beat of his heart. His fingers burrow into my hair, making my scalp tingle. It never occurred to me before that my scalp could be an erogenous zone. As he continues to pulse and throb inside me, I shiver with aftershocks from my explosive release.
Without losing the connection between us, Flynn pulls the covers up and over me.
Memories of the man who hurt me are never far from my consciousness, but Flynn leaves no room for them. When we are together this way, there’s no time or space for thoughts of anything other than what’s happening right he
re and now.
“Is it always like this?” I ask him after a long period of silence. “The way it is with us.”
“It’s never like this. Ever.”
His fiercely spoken response makes me smile as his chest hair tickles my nose.
“I’m doing the interview.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
He gives my hair a gentle tug. “You’re being a brat.”
“And you’re being obstinate. I’ve run my own life for a long time. That’s not going to stop just because you’re part of it now.”
“This is different. I have a lot more experience with these kinds of things than you do, and I know all the ways it can go very, very wrong.”
“How can it go any more wrong than it already has?”
He starts to say something but seems to think better of it. “You’d be surprised how that can happen.”
“I don’t want to spend my life hiding out and worrying about what’s around the next corner. I want to face it head-on and put it behind me.”
“I know I’ve said this before, but your strength truly astounds me, Nat.” He spins a lock of my hair around his finger.
“Your love and support make me stronger than I’ve ever been.”
“Somehow I doubt that.”
“So I’m doing the interview.”
He sighs deeply. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Go to sleep.”
“I’m doing it.”
I hear a chuckle rattle through his chest and fall asleep with a smile on my face.
* * *
I wake much later to intense pressure between my legs and Flynn’s hand on my belly, holding me still as he enters me from behind. Holy moly, that’s hot!
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“No, God, no. It feels amazing.”
“We’ve got to get you on something so we can forgo these fucking condoms. I want to feel your hot, tight pussy with nothing between us.”
“Flynn…” I cover the other hand that’s rolling my nipple between two fingers.
“Do you hate when I say things like that?”
“No… That’s never been my favorite word, but when you say it…”
