Chapter 13 #2
But I got off. Damn, he could know her as well as he wanted if she could do that again.
Just thinking about sex with him… How funny that even thinking about his hand—about his finger—touching her so intimately, rubbing her clit…
Just thinking about it made heat wash through her.
And with him inside? That had been like nothing—nothing—she’d ever felt before.
Why was she stewing about this anyway? Dawn arrived in another hour, and there were guests here, and…she was wide awake. She should never have let her mind dwell on sex with Alex. She could feel how wet she’d gotten. Heaven help her.
She heard a chuckle, and then Alex’s hand squeezed her breast, making her gasp. He slid his hand down between her legs to the betraying wetness.
“I’ve created a monster,” he murmured and bit the back of her neck. The unexpected sharpness sent a sizzle straight to her pussy, and she jolted.
His tongue laved the tiny hurt. “I’m too lazy to move right now, but no matter.” His hips slid down a little ways, and when he moved back up, his cock pressed against her. He slid the arm underneath her down until his hand gripped her hip, securing her in place as his thick cock pushed into her.
She stiffened against the unexpected burning pain of his entry.
He made a sympathetic noise, but both hands held her hips securely against his groin, not letting her move away. She could hear the amusement in his voice when he said, “After twelve years without, you might be a bit sore.”
“You sadist,” she hissed, ignoring the way his possessive hands made her body thrill.
He laughed. “Oh, not really. When we go to the club next, I’ll show you the difference.
” He moved inside her, and the pain disappeared under a wave of pleasure.
And then he moved one hand to slide over her clit.
If she’d thought her pussy was swollen before, she was so, so wrong.
She could actually feel her clit engorge and stiffen under his skillful fingers.
He began to thrust, using one hand on her clit to drive her mad and the other to anchor her so securely, she could only take it.
Be taken. And the pleasure built into a frenzy, shocking her when it broke over her in an overwhelming orgasm.
Her hips bucked uncontrollably against the restraining hands. “God.”
He moved his hand off her pussy and nuzzled her neck before murmuring, “That was too fast and easy, little sub. I’m going to want you to come again and much longer. I’ll give you…oh, a minute to recover.”
She whimpered.
Mac had come the second time as demanded—not that he’d accept anything less—and then again when he walked right into her shower.
He soaped her down, shoved her legs apart, and licked her into a knee-buckling orgasm before pushing her against the wall to take his own pleasure.
When his tongue stroked into her mouth in the same rhythm as his thrusts, she felt invaded, top and bottom. And came again.
Afterward he’d dressed and gone downstairs while she knelt by the suitcase, trying to decide what to wear.
The sadistic jerk had slapped her butt on the way out of the room, reminding her how sore parts of her anatomy still felt.
In fact, she had a lot of tender places today.
Breasts and mouth and private parts and bottom.
Muscles in her legs and stomach that hadn’t worked out like that in years. If ever.
She dressed, still smiling, and walked through the kitchen door into the midst of the entire group.
“Perhaps if we—” Leaning against the counter, Alex broke off his conversation with Peter to watch his little sub walk into the kitchen.
Her mouth was swollen, her cheeks beard burned, and her big brown eyes held a languid glow.
She’d chosen to wear jeans and a blue T-shirt with a pile of kittens displayed on the front. Barefoot and tousled and sexy as hell.
His cock hardened, which should be an impossibility considering he’d just fucked them both silly in the shower. He grinned, remembering how her legs had buckled when he released her.
She smiled at the subs seated at the table and the Doms at the stove, and then her cheeks flushed. Probably remembering last night and how they’d seen her bare assed and being spanked. “Good morning.” Her voice had the huskiness of a woman well used.
Beside Alex, Peter nodded to her. “Good morning, MacKensie. Bacon’s on the stove; eggs are on the table.”
She nodded and walked to the stove. After giving Alex a quick glance, she averted her gaze and reached for the pan.
Alex frowned. He didn’t like how she placed herself at a distance rather than within his personal space.
It showed her insecurities when it came to male-female relationships.
He rubbed his jaw and considered. She’d been sixteen the last time she had sex; had she even attempted a relationship since?
What the hell had happened to her back then?
Something to work on later. Right now… Well, each relationship ran on a different track, but he could show her how theirs would go, and it didn’t include acting indifferent to each other in public.
When he tucked a finger into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her between his outstretched legs, she gave him a startled look.
Ignoring the stiffness of her body, he lifted her up against him far enough that he could enjoy her lips.
He dallied, taking pleasure in the lingering taste of mint toothpaste as he coaxed her into responding.
Slowly her muscles released the tension until she sagged against him, and then her body filled with a different kind of tension.
When he set her back on her feet, her face was flushed, her breathing fast, and the uncertainty was definitely gone. She shook her head at him, giving him a look that held both exasperation and delight. And when she reached for a plate, her hip rubbed against his.
Much better.