Chapter 15
Mace
Even while being confronted, I shook my head and pulled away.
“I don’t know what I think. I tried to convince myself it was just sex with you.
A summer fling not based in reality…” The words fell like a guillotine, destroying my lies that I apparently couldn’t fully say.
I tried again to adjust out of Slade’s hold to help find perspective, but he held on tightly.
Slade’s hard, thick cock pressed against mine.
Fuck, he smelled intoxicating. Instead of finishing that thought, I inhaled deeper, drawing his wild woodsy scent into my soul.
Slade groaned. His hand cupped the back of my head, holding me in place as his tongue darted forward, dominating me with no choice but to open.
His caressing hands slid down the sides of my body and tugged at my T-shirt, freeing them from my khaki shorts.
Strong hands tickled underneath the hem, sliding seductively across my back.
This was where Slade and I shone. Our sex was everything right in the world, driving all the wayward thoughts away.
I tried my best to crawl up this beautiful man to get as close as I possibly could.
He shrugged off his T-shirt, letting it fall to our feet.
My T-shirt followed. It was sexy as hell, albeit embarrassing with the awkward way it always came off.
The other downside was that Slade had to break from the kiss to accomplish the task. When Slade withdrew his hands from my body, I felt their loss instantly.
“Did you say we aren’t based in reality?” Slade asked as he caressed a path from my belly to my nipples. They hardened, anticipating the gentle fingertips that circled the disk, teasing the bud that wanted his lips to press there. “Take off your belt for me. My hands are busy.”
“I really like the fairytale but goin’ in too deep scares me.” I stopped after releasing the buckle and looked up. My gaze searched Slade’s, taking him in, memorizing it all.
“I know you’re trying to tell me something, but I’m lost. I can’t decide if I need a better explanation before or after you fuck me,” Slade said, his gaze going back and forth from my face to my shorts button, his fingers skimming the broad head of my hard dick through the khaki material.
“I’m gonna rail you,” I murmured menacingly. Another development, Slade liked to be pounded when we fucked. Jeez, it felt good.
“Fuck, you turn me on. It never stops for me.” He allowed me to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Urgency became the only thing that mattered. Screw foreplay. I plastered my lips against his. Our sex was an untamable frenzy.
I walked Slade backward to the cloth tarps I had nearby.
My guy’s hands were all over me, undressing, caressing, and teasing my body.
Slade’s jeans dropped to his feet, tangling there.
His cock was like a heat-seeking missile, drawing my hand there.
I fisted his shaft, stroking while he worked at freeing my shorts.
I made it to the tarps, using one hand to fling the material out, following it to the ground.
My mouth never stopped moving over his, my hand stroking him in such a way I knew he was already fighting completion.
It turned me on, rocketing my desire to stratospheric levels.
The canvas floated down around us as I slotted his perfectly carved body against mine.
The heat of the summer, and the decadent way we came together, added to the sudden magic of the moment.
Like every other time, I was being consumed from the inside out. The man in my arms was everything right in the world. If something didn’t happen soon, I’d risk self-combusting right there.
Slade’s hand tickled my stomach muscles until he wrapped his fingers around my hard, swollen, needy as fuck cock.
I ripped my lips free and lifted my upper body with a single arm, watching Slade, his face etched with anguished need before he screwed his eyes closed and matched the rhythm of my stroke.
“I crave you,” I managed to say.
Slade teased and traced the shell of my ear, poking the tip of his tongue inside, breathing heavily. He nosed my hair as he bucked into my hand. “Get inside me.”
We were again at a place where we hit a new level of chemistry.
The over-the-top attraction always flipped my brain into feeling mode.
I crawled between his semi-parted thighs, realizing I didn’t have any lube.
I leaned forward, palm on his chest, and bent to give him another toe-curling kiss.
Slade used both palms to push me up far enough that I couldn’t continue making us both crazy.
“My back pocket,” he whispered desperately as if he’d read my mind.
He saved me from having to run back into the house. I reared back, twisting enough to dig through Slade’s pockets.
Lube. We hadn’t used a condom from the go.
Slade caused me to regularly lose my mind.
He thought of everything. He parted his legs farther.
As I sat back on my heels, Slade lifted his free leg, bending the knee to draw to his chest. His intimate pucker parted.
I brought the packet to my lips, ripping the edge open.
He lifted his other leg. The jeans and shoes only made the scene before me more seductive.
“Show me how much I mean to you,” Slade whispered, his body tense and strained when I pushed a lubed couple of fingers into his ass. I knew the path to his gland intimately and headed straight for that spot. “I like the burn. Don’t forget the burn.”
My heart connected to Slade’s encouraging, slightly sinister grin.
“Someone’s impatient,” I teased, pumping a third finger into my guy. I gave him everything I had to give, but I didn’t want him to hurt.
“Stare at me when you enter,” Slade encouraged, gripping his legs tighter to his chest.
I poured the rest of the lube over his hole then rubbed it down my cock before tossing the packet aside. Seeing this guy like this, my digits disappearing in and out of his ass. Jesus, what had happened to allow such a man to enter my life. I was mesmerized, only acting on instinct. What a high.
I positioned my cock and pushed forward into my love. A delicious warmth squeezed me, pleasure vibrated through my balls, electrifying every nerve ending in my body.
A groan almost ripped free as I realized I’d used that word again.
We both cried out when I buried myself to the hilt. Slade screwed his eyes closed. Heat swamped me as my breath hung in my throat, stuck there. Sweat trickled down my temple, my palm landed on one thigh, the other again gripped Slade’s hips as I pistoned my hips, pounding into my guy.
“You’re perfect.” Slade’s body rippled around me, his hands fisting into the tarp. Slade absorbed each powerful thrust as if I was made to do this very thing to him. He was so goddamn responsive. His body molded sexily around me, making us, in fact, one.
We were both grunting and panting, every thrust of his hips leading us closer to our release.
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Slade
My body was no longer my own. I was addicted to this man. My core heated in a way only Mace could achieve. He gave me everything I ever wanted.
He was made for me. I curled my fingers into the canvas, lifting my hips to meet each of Mace’s thrust. The decadent burn of being stretched so fully gave me pulsing, mind-blowing pleasure. Mace’s hips snapped harder and faster.
Hell fucking yeah.
My ass burned. Heat swirled in my balls.
Mace always took me with measured control, but I was breaking him of that habit. I was barely hanging on to the carnal indulgence that had me soaring.
I tried to hold off on the release, to give as good as I got, but I couldn’t master the pace Mace kept, pumping and thrusting, slamming my ass to the root of his cock.
It all changed when Mace pulled out of me and hooked an arm under my ass, flipping me to my knees, and drove back in without missing a beat. Fuck, it felt so damn good. I reached in front of me, trying my best to stay in place.
No way would I last much longer, not with the way the gorgeous Mace drove into me, nailing my prostate with every single push.
I rested my cheek against the tarp. He pressed a hand on the center of my back.
“Oh fuck, you feel good.” Mace’s words were husky and tense. Soft moans penetrated the haze of lust fogging my brain. It was all it took. “Touch yourself for me,” he growled out.
I didn’t need more. I clawed at the plush carpet seconds before I was taken under. My body arched into the rush of my orgasm.
Mace’s hips faltered, his erratic tempo blinded me into an alternate universe of reality. My come spilled out of me, darkness descended.
“Your body’s squeezin’ my cock,” Mace rasped. Whatever happened after that was gone for me. This was the exact best moment of my entire life. Mace. I was in love.
Please let him be there with me.
Slowly, consciousness replaced the darkness. I was laid out flat. With Mace’s body on top of mine, breathing was difficult.
After one failed attempt, and with more strength than I knew I possessed, I bucked Mace off me to land with a thump on the tarp that no longer felt sexy or soft.
“Umph,” Mace murmured, fully collapsing beside me. He gave me a satisfied grin.
Man, I was into that smile.
“Who’d’ve thought you’d be a power bottom?” Mace’s voice dripped with satisfaction. My guy’s face held the exact same blissed out expression I felt. His skin was flushed and his hair damp from exertion.
“Yeah, who’d’ve thought,” I drawled. Mace lifted an arm and draped it over his eyes.
With nothing but time on my hands, I’d thought a lot about the differences between love and lust. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what was happening, but our sex was always off the charts good, pushing me closer to him after every time.
I saw how I could be well over the moon in love with Mace, but I also had absolutely nothing long term to offer in return.