by Marie Force
“Hi.” I’m still breathing harder than usual and trying to figure out where I should look. If I meet his gaze, I’m afraid I’ll give too much away about how completely he’s undone me. Remembering Lauren’s warning, I’m determined to hold something back. If I give him everything, I’ll regret it.
“Look at me.”
Trust him not to allow me to hold anything back. I flip my eyes up to make contact with his startlingly blue gaze.
“Are you okay?”
I nod even as I feel the damnable blush flooding my cheeks.
He kisses them both and then my nose and finally my lips. “Ready for the main event?”
I have to look away. “I hope so.”
“Are you scared, Honey?”
I bite my lip and nod. “A little.”
“I’d never hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”
“You used to pinch me,” I say, seeking to lighten the moment.
“That was a long time ago.” More kisses and the insistent throb of his cock against my belly. “I’d never hurt you now, or do anything you don’t want as much as I do.”
“Do you want me?”
“So bad.” He presses his hips tighter against me. “Can’t you feel how bad?”
“Yes.” My hands move restlessly on his back, heading to his ass as if drawn by a magnetic pull.
His groan is nearly inhuman. “I can’t wait anymore, Honey. I’m going to explode all over you if we don't hurry up.” He starts to get up, forcing me to release him. Sitting on the side of the bed, he rolls on a condom.
The XL printed on the wrapper that falls on the bed has me swallowing convulsively.
“Stop thinking. I can hear you thinking.”
“I’m not thinking.” I’m surprised again by how he seems to get me. No one has ever been able to read me quite so intuitively, and it’s unnerving to realize this man I’ve known all my life might be the only one who can. Stop. Don’t go there. This is one night and one night only. Enjoy every second, but don’t get carried away thinking it’s something it’ll never be.
Shifting back into position between my legs, he kisses my lips softly and sweetly—so softly and so sweetly, it’s hard to remember that I’m not allowed to get carried away.
My hard, throbbing nipples rub against his chest hair as his cock settles into the V of my legs. I can’t stop the near-sob that erupts from my chest, belying my bravado.
“Relax, darlin’,” he whispers as he kisses my face and neck. “I promise I won’t hurt you.” He takes himself in hand and runs the tip of his cock from the well of my pussy to my pulsing clit, pausing there to press and retreat several times. The third time he retreats, he pushes the head against my tender opening and thrusts his hips gently.
My first impulse is to tense up.
“Relax.”
“Easy for you to say,” I say on a grunt. “You’re not the one being invaded.”
His soft chuckle rumbles through him. “It’ll be good, darlin’. Just relax and let me in.” He keeps up the steady in and out movements until the head of his cock is lodged firmly inside my pussy. “That’s it,” he says, resting his forehead on mine and looking down at me. “Feels so good, so tight and hot. Does it feel good to you, too?”
Even though I’m stretched almost to the point of discomfort, it doesn’t hurt. The sense of fullness is amazing as he awakens every nerve ending on his way inside me. “Yes, it feels good.” I squirm under him, seeking something—whether it’s relief or further penetration, I can’t say.
“Ready for some more?” he asks several minutes later.
“I think so.”
He rocks in and out in small strokes, my slickness guiding his entry. And then he pushes harder, sinking in farther than he’s been yet. Reaching for my left leg, he hooks his arm under my knee and pushes it back to my chest, opening me wider.
I’m consumed by him, pinned to the bed by the thick length of his cock inside me as he rocks and strokes his way deeper.
Sweat beads on his brow and pools between us as he moves back and forth, pushing and pulling in a rhythm that sets my entire body on fire.
“Okay?” he asks after many minutes of strained silence as we work together in silent accord.
“Yes! Yes.” My fingers dig into his ass as I pull him to me, wanting to keep him still for a minute while I throb and stretch around him. I can’t imagine how he thinks I’ll ever take him in my ass when he’s got my pussy stretched to its absolute limit. Pushing that worrisome thought to the back of my mind, I focus on the burning, throbbing sensations coming from my core.
“Just a little more,” he whispers through gritted teeth, clearly clinging to his control.
I release an unsteady laugh. “More?”
“The wide part,” he says with a teasing grin.
“Christ have mercy.”
That makes him laugh as he pushes my leg tighter against my chest. “Put your other leg around my hip.”
My muscles quiver as if they’re made of jelly, but I somehow manage to do what he asks.
“There,” he says, releasing a sigh of relief. “That’s good.” With another mighty shove, he’s fully seated with his balls brushing against my ass. For a long time, he stays right there, all the way inside, throbbing and pulsing against me as my internal muscles clutch and contract around him. “Want to go for a ride, darlin’?” he asks in a low, sexy tone that makes my nipples tingle.
Before I can form a reply, he begins to move, slowly at first and then with more purpose, encouraged by my moans of pleasure and the moisture that pours forth from me, easing the way. The slow climb begins again, each stroke building on the one before until I stand at the brink of something so big and so powerful, my impulse is to hide from it. Somehow I know that this one will change me forever, and I fight it with every ounce of fortitude I can muster during the most astonishing sex of my life.
He seems to sense the battle I’m waging with myself and takes the decision out of my hands when he reaches down to where we’re joined, presses his fingers to my clit and sends me into orbit.
Groaning loudly, he goes with me, pushing so hard into me, I feel the heat of his release deep inside even as I crest the waves of my own wild ride. I’ve never imagined anything like the power we’ve created together.
His arms give out, and he collapses on top of me, not crushing me but surrounding me with his scent and his heat as he continues to throb inside me. Against my skin, I can feel the hard beat of his heart and hear his panting breath.
I need to get out of here. I have to collect what’s left of my senses and go home.
Chapter Three
Blake speaks first. “That was… I don’t have the words.”
All I can think about is escaping while I still can. “I need to get up.”
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to trap you under me.” His withdrawal isn’t much easier than his entry, and I wince as tender tissues ripple and stretch around him. With one hand around the end of the condom to hold it in place, he finally pulls free of me.
By then, I’m breathing heavily and perspiring again. On less than steady legs, I go to the bathroom, trying not to imagine how I must look from behind. My hair is a tangled mess, and the sight that greets me in the mirror is nothing short of frightening. I look like a woman who’s been well and truly ravished.
“Well, you got exactly what you wanted,” I whisper to my reflection. On the vanity, I find a brush and drag it through my hair. I splash water on my flaming cheeks and blot my face dry with a hand towel that smells like him. My nipples have gone from their usual pink shade to bright red thanks to his attention.
“Oh God,” I say out loud as a tremble shakes my body. “God.” With my hands on the counter, I let my head hang low, rolling it back and forth to relieve the tension in my shoulders.
This was a huge mistake—a mistake of epic proportions. In one hour, he’s managed to ruin me for all other men. Every other guy will be measured against him and found
lacking, in more ways than one. The one thing I know for sure is I need to get the hell out of here before I make things worse than they already are.
His warm hands landing on my shoulders startle me out of my musings and mess with my resolve to escape. Pressing his fingers into muscles gone hard with tension, he kneads and strokes until they yield to him. Even my muscles are taking his side.
“I need to go,” I say, even though I’m not sure I can still walk.
“Why?” As his talented fingers continue their work, his lips find my neck, stirring a body so recently and thoroughly satisfied back to life.
I wriggle free of him and duck into the separate room that houses the toilet. I take care of business and rest my head against the cool wood door for a long moment, working up the wherewithal to leave. Lauren’s warning rings through my mind like church bells on Sunday. It’s only sex. You won’t find a home with him.
When I feel ready to face him and say what needs to be said, I open the door to find him leaning against the vanity in all his naked glory. Arms crossed over his broad chest, he watches me with the same intense scrutiny I’ve come to expect from him.
At some point, he disposed of the condom and his cock has hardened again. I wonder if he’s always hard.
“No,” he says. “It’s you.”
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Know exactly what I’m thinking.”
“Because your every thought and emotion shows on your face. You’d be a terrible poker player, darlin’.”
“Is that so?” I cross my arms over my breasts and stare at him. “What am I thinking now?”
“You’re wondering how you can thank me for the lay and get the hell out of here without hurting my feelings.”
My mouth falls open, but I force it closed and continue to stare at him. How does he do that?
As if he has not a care in the world, he strolls across the spacious bathroom until he’s close enough for me to breathe in the bewitching scent of soap and sex he brings with him. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I have to.”
“No, you don’t.” His hands land on my hips, drawing me into his magical web once again. “We’re just getting started.”
I shake my head. “I can’t do this. I thought I could, but I can’t.”
“What can’t you do, Honey bee?” He loops his arms around me, bringing all our most important parts back into contact.
“For one thing, I can’t talk to you when you’re touching me this way.”
His face lifts into a half grin that is utterly charming—and disarming. Releasing me but keeping his hands on my hips, he says, “Is that better?”
“A little.”
“Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. Did I hurt you? I tried so hard not to.”
“No, of course not. You didn’t hurt me.”
“Then what is it?”
I take a moment to gather my thoughts. “I thought I could have sex with you and not want it to be anything more, but if I stay, if we do… that… again…”
“Ah, I see,” he says, affecting a grave expression that reminds me of how he looked after the awful accident during our senior year of high school. Back then, I wanted so badly to offer comfort he never would’ve accepted from me—or anyone. “You might want to stay longer, and knowing my reputation, that wouldn’t be wise.”
“Yes.” I’m relieved that he seems to understand. Have I ever had a more serious conversation in which both parties are stark naked? Not that I can recall.
“Can I let you in on a little secret?”
I’d expected him to send me on my way, grateful that I hadn’t done what scores of others before me had probably tried and failed to do—change him. “Um, sure.”
“Remember a month or so ago when I saw you at Matt and Julie’s party?”
I nod. “I remember.”
“And do you remember what you said to me in the bar tonight?”
I let my forehead drop to his chest. “I’m trying to forget.”
His soft laugh makes his chest rumble. “I wanted to say the same thing to you that night at Matt’s house. I can still remember exactly what you were wearing—a dress that had flowers on it and was all frilly and girly, and it showed off the tops of the spectacular breasts that’ve inspired many of my wet dreams over the years.” As he speaks, he drags his index fingers over the tops of my breasts. “And sky-high heels that showed off your endless legs. I had a hard-on all night with your name on it.”
I look up at him. “Do you mean that? You thought of me that way? Before tonight?”
“Honey Carmichael, I’ve thought of you that way since we were in second grade. Why do you think I was always pinching you?”
“I knew you remembered!”
Chuckling, he says, “You’ve always been hard to forget. And you’ll be especially hard to forget now that I know how soft your skin is and that your Gran nicknamed you well, because you taste like honey all over.”
“So what’re you saying?”
“I want you to stay awhile longer.”
“What does ‘awhile’ mean?”
“For me, it means spending the night. I’m not capable of forever or love or white dresses or picket fences. That’ll never be me.” His expression darkens considerably.
“Because of Jordan.”
“For one thing.”
“That was such a long time ago, Blake. I don’t want you to think I’m advocating on my own behalf, because I have no illusions that I might be the one to change your mind. But I knew her, and I loved her, and I can’t believe she’d expect you to spend the rest of your life alone because of an accident.”
“I’d rather not talk about her, if that’s okay.”
“I understand. It’s still painful.”
“Always will be.”
“So then you’re proposing an all-nighter?” I ask with a coy grin, hoping to make him smile again.
His lips twist into a half smile. “If you can handle it. Are you up for that?”
“I could be.”
“Before you decide for sure, you should know I have a condition.”
“What kind of condition?”
“When we’re in bed, I’m in charge.”
Although his words are wildly arousing, I can’t roll over and play dead on this one. “So I don’t get to please you?”
“Pleasing you pleases me.”
Well, damn… “What I did to you before…”
“Was spectacular, and I’ll definitely want more.”
“Okay, good, because it was spectacular for me, too.”
His eyes go dark with lust, and his cock bumps up against my belly, letting me know it approves. “Any objections?”
I shake my head. There’s a certain sort of comfort and safety that comes from having known him all my life. “So what happens now?”
“We go back to bed. I’m not finished with you yet.”
I glance down at The Cock, which is standing tall and proud, looking up at me. “I don’t know if I can take him again. I’m a little sore from the first time.”
He takes my hand and begins to walk backward to his bedroom. “There’s lots of other stuff we can do.”
“Like what?”
Blake cups my cheeks. “I’d love to get to know this fine ass a little better, for one thing.”
I gulp at the thought of that monstrous cock breaching me there. He’d rip me apart.
“No, I wouldn’t.”
I pull my hand free of his grip. “Stop doing that!”
“What am I doing?”
“Reading my mind!”
“I already told you. It’s not my fault that every thought you have is reflected in your expression.”
“How is it reflected in my expression? How did you read ‘I’m afraid he’ll rip me apart’?”
His face twists into a grimace that indeed conveys that exact thought. “And FYI, I will not rip you apart. I like you put together exa
ctly the way you are.” With his hands once again caressing my ass, he speaks softly against my ear, sending goose bumps cascading down my back and arms. “I’d prepare you so well, you wouldn’t even know I was there.”
The utter preposterousness of that comment has me snorting with laughter. “Right… And how would you prepare me to take that thing and walk away intact?”
“Ouch. That thing is insulted.” He strokes his cock soothingly, as if tending to its feelings.
“I’m sure he’ll get over it the next time I spread my legs.”
“He’s already over it knowing there’ll be a next time.”
I laugh. “You’re outrageous.”
Smiling, he says, “Lie down and get comfortable.”
With one eye over my shoulder in an attempt to gauge his intentions, I do as directed.
“Face down.”
Filled with trepidation about where this might be leading, I turn over, hugging a pillow to my chest.
Blake goes into the bathroom and returns holding something that I can’t see because he’s adjusted the dimmer switch until the room is nearly dark.
Every inch of my body tingles with awareness of him as he settles on the bed next to me. Between my legs, desire thrums like a heartbeat, pulsing and twitching for more even after what I’ve already had.
“Relax, Honey,” he says softly, his hand moving over my back, aided by something slick and fragrant. “Close your eyes and relax. Let me take care of you.”
Massage oil. That’s what I smelled, and good Lord, he has magical hands to go along with his magical dick. I moan from the pleasure of him kneading the tension from my muscles. He works from my shoulders to my ribs to my waist, skipping my bottom and taking care of each leg, moving with leisurely strokes that make my pussy throb and drip.
I squirm on the bed, trying to find relief.
“Don’t move.”
“But—”
“Don’t. Move.” He leans over me, speaking directly into my ear. “I’m in charge here. Remember?”
Letting out a deep breath filled with frustration and need, I try to do as I’m told, but I can’t help squiggling a little bit as he kneads my inner thighs. A sharp, stinging slap to my ass has me crying out in surprise.
