Chapter 26 Badger
TWENTY-SIX
BADGER
I absentmindedly mixed the brownie batter in the bowl that sat on the large marble counter.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how much fun I’d had last night.
After the rage room and paint room, Machine had brought me to his favorite pizza restaurant on the outskirts of the city.
The pizza had been divine, and just what I had needed after the fun we’d had.
We spent over an hour just talking about Domino’s gym, some of his military career, and about how he, Kade, and Lennie knew each other.
I felt like I had gained real insight into who he was last night. He hadn’t pushed for more when we had gotten back to his penthouse. Instead, he had simply given me a kiss on the cheek and said thank you for a wonderful night before going into his room with Lucy.
Lost in thought, I didn’t hear the footsteps coming toward me.
Machine cleared his throat. “What are you making?”
The question pulled me out of my thoughts. I met his piercing hazel eyes, trying to avoid looking down at his bare chest and low-hanging gray sweatpants.
“Brownies,” I said, looking back down at the now well-mixed batter.
“Can I taste it?” The heat in his gaze was unmistakable.
I nodded, feeling surprisingly awkward. He walked toward me until his arm brushed mine as he turned and leaned on the counter. I dipped my finger in the batter and lifted it to his lips, wanting to poke the bear in front of me.
Without hesitation, Machine opened his mouth and closed it around me.
The action sent a jolt of lust through me.
Machine closed his eyes, his tongue swirling my fingertip.
He moaned before opening his eyes and looking at me.
Hunger intensified in his stare. I removed my finger from his mouth and stood there, holding his gaze.
“Good?” I asked in a whisper.
He nodded.
“So sweet. But there’s something else I’d like to taste,” he said with a knowing smirk, sending more waves of lust through me.
“Oh yeah? And what would that be?” I asked, playing into his game.
Machine trailed his eyes over me, branding my skin with the heat in his gaze.
“I know of something even sweeter, Bunny.”
I moved so I was standing between his strong legs. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“And what makes you think I’ll let you taste anything else?” I taunted.
Machine licked his lower lip and grabbed my hips, dragging me toward his hard body. He leaned close to my ear.
“Because I know a part of you can’t stop thinking about yesterday, and wants more.” His words sent a shiver down my spine.
He pressed a kiss right under my ear. My heart began to race as a small moan escaped my lips, making him growl. We’d been doing this dance with one another for what felt like forever, and I was done playing. I wanted him. I wanted him to devour me and claim me entirely.
He met my eyes once more as his grip on my hips tightened. I felt how hard he was through my shirt, and I couldn’t help but wonder how good all those piercings would feel inside of me.
I leaned in for a kiss, but before our lips met, Machine spun me around so I was pinned between him and the counter. Instead of feeling anxious about a strong, powerful man caging me in, I felt empowered, knowing I had him at my mercy, and knowing he would stop if I asked.
Machine grabbed the waistband of my yoga shorts, pausing to give me a moment to protest. When I didn’t, he pulled my shorts down, gripped my hips, and lifted me onto the counter, letting out a growl of appreciation when he noticed I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
He dragged his lower lip over his teeth as he devoured me with his eyes, then pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, making me long for more before dropping to his knees and licking up the center of me.
“You taste like the sweetest treat, Bunny,” he growled.
Before I could say anything, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, making my hips buck. I let out a cry of ecstasy as he began devouring me like I was his last meal. I moaned as I ran my fingers through his short hair.
“Fuck,” I gasped. I continued to buck my hips, grinding myself on his mouth.
“That’s it, Bunny, fuck my face,” Machine growled, gripping my thighs tighter.
My orgasm began to build and crescendo when he pressed two fingers inside of me.
He continued to pump his long fingers against my sweet spot with methodical strokes.
My body felt hot all over, and none of me wanted this to stop.
His tongue began to move in sync with his fingers, making stars dance in my vision.
I never came from oral, but with this man, I guess anything was possible.
I cried out with pleasure as Machine licked my release from me.
He looked up at me with a dirty smirk as he wiped my desire from his mouth. Standing up, he gripped the back of my neck and crushed his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. I moaned as I tasted myself on him.
He picked me up, his lips never leaving mine, and walked me to his room. My nails dug into his shoulders as I took what I needed from him. Releasing me from the kiss, he let me down. I stood in front of him, craning my neck to meet his gaze.
“I need you like I need air to breathe,” Machine said before pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Be mine, Bunny, even if it’s just for one night.”
“If we do this, I’m in charge,” I breathed out, knowing that was what I needed to avoid a panic attack.
Machine nodded. “Okay, Bunny. Tell me, what do you want?”
“Lie down on the bed,” I instructed.
He obliged and lay on the large bed before us.
I crawled on top of him, letting my wet heat rub against his cock through his sweatpants.
He let out a growl of satisfaction before grabbing my hips and grinding me on top of him.
I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, giving him a smirk when he let out a noise of protest.
“I’m in charge, remember?”
He nodded and left his wrists above his head.
I pressed my lips to his once more, letting my tongue caress his.
I moaned as I rocked my hips before trailing my kisses down his neck and over his chest. Continuing my exploration of his body, I kissed over the ink-covered scars, savoring the way they felt on my lips.
I kissed the center of the cross in the middle of his chest. I looked up and saw the awe in Machine’s eyes.
My body slid against his as I continued my kisses, only stopping at his waistband.
“It’s my turn to see how sweet you taste, Hammer,” I said.
Machine let out a chuckle at the use of the nickname I’d given him. I slowly pulled his sweatpants and briefs down until his cock sprang free and exhaled as I ran my eyes down his length. He was huge, which his piercings emphasized. I didn’t think I could ever get used to it.
Wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, I licked the saltiness of his precum, making him groan.
My mouth slid up and down his shaft, the piercings feeling cool on my tongue.
I placed one of my hands at the base of his cock, stroking in rhythm with my mouth.
Machine let out a heavy breath as his cock hit the back of my throat.
After several more pumps, he let out a growl of frustration.
“I need to touch you,” he said desperately.
I looked up and slowly slid my mouth off of him. “Not until I say so.”
I watched as he flexed his fists, fighting the urge to break my command. I took him into my mouth again, working him until he was on the brink of orgasm. I popped my mouth off of him, and before he could protest, I moved up his body.
Before I put him inside me, Machine spoke up. “I want to hold you as you take every inch of me.”
I nodded. Machine wasted no time as he gripped my hips and slowly guided me down his shaft.
“Ah, Machine!” I cried out, feeling blissfully full.
Machine let out a growl, his hands tightening around my hips.
“Fuck…” he breathed out. “So fucking tight.”
I began to move my hips as I got used to his size and the piercings.
They glided along my inner walls, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
I pressed my hands against his inked chest, delighting in his groans of pleasure.
He began to bounce me on his cock with more force than I thought possible.
“Easy, I’m in charge, remember?” I said between moans.
Machine loosened his grip on me and let me use him for my pleasure. I felt my orgasm build as his piercings rubbed all the right spots inside me.
“I’m gonna—” I started before Machine pushed up, grinding against my clit.
“Come for me, Bunny. Soak me!” he growled.
I fell over the edge, pulsing around him as I cried out his real name. I couldn’t help it, it felt and sounded so right.
Machine started to rub my clit. “You’re going to come for me again.”
I moaned at his touch, overstimulated but still needing more, craving more of him. I stopped working my hips and met his hazel eyes. His pupils were dilated, his teeth digging into his lower lip. I could tell that he needed more, too. Maybe more than I was ready for. But I felt safe in his arms.
“I want more, Machine. I need more,” I said, surprising myself.
He flipped us over so he was on top. “On your hands and knees, baby.”
I didn’t move, glancing away from him. When he saw my hesitation, he cupped my cheek.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft.
“I don’t typically give over control,” I admitted.
Machine gave me an understanding nod. “I promise I will take things slow, and if you want things to stop, all you have to do is say so. Understood?”
I let out a breath, feeling more relaxed than I had before. Machine sat on his heels as I went to my hands and knees. He rubbed my ass cheeks and let out a groan.
“You have the most perfect ass I have ever seen.”
I moaned when he put one hand between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit.
“Machine, please,” I whined as he continued to tease me.
He let out a soft chuckle before rubbing the head of his cock against me. “So greedy for my cock, aren’t you Bunny?”
When I didn’t respond, I felt the sting of a slap on my ass, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I couldn’t help but push back onto him.
“Say it,” he commanded, making me shiver.
“Mm, yes, I am, I need you. Fill me, Machine,” I breathed out.
In one quick thrust, Machine was deep inside me, his hips pressing against my ass. I cried out in ecstasy, relishing the new angle. His piercings rubbed my G-spot, making me see stars.
“That’s a good girl. You take daddy’s cock so well.” His praise lit up my insides, and the word “daddy” sent a new wave of lust pulsing through me.
Machine set a brutal pace, thrusting into me until I could hardly hold myself in place. He continued to praise me as I took his cock.
My next orgasm took me by surprise. Machine groaned as I tightened around him.
“That’s it, baby, come on daddy’s cock. Show me how much you love my cock.”
My climax crashed through me, leaving me gasping. Machine slowed his pace as I came down from one of the most earth-shattering orgasms I’d ever had.
“You’re going to give me one more, babygirl. Understood?”
I nodded my head and began to push back on him. “Give it to me, daddy. Make me come with you.”
That was all Machine needed to hear to go feral. He thrust into me so hard that the headboard smacked against the wall.
“Brace yourself on the headboard,” he commanded as he continued pumping into me.
I obliged, bracing myself and raising my ass. Machine gave it another smack, making me moan out his name. I felt tension building inside me for a third time, only helping Machine move toward his own release.
“Come when I tell you to,” he said breathlessly.
“Mhm,” was all I could manage, lost in euphoria.
“Come!” he commanded a moment later.
I felt myself shiver around his cock, a rush of my release coating him. We both cried out as our orgasms washed over us. He stilled as his cum filled me.
After a few moments of catching our breath, Machine pulled out and pressed a kiss to my tailbone.
The action made me shiver. He ran his hands down my sides and slowly rolled me so that I was looking up at him.
Without a word, he leaned toward me and pressed a kiss to my lips.
It was slow, yet hungry and full of passion.
Our tongues met, sweeping over one another as we basked in the moment.
It felt as if something transpired between us that didn’t have to be said out loud.
Machine wanted me. And as much as it frightened me, I wanted him back.