Mandy's He-Man (3 page)

Mandy and JT eyed each other, standing mashed together in such a ridiculous pose—her against the wall, her legs still wrapped round him, and him snarling down at her.

They both started laughing.

“This is going well.” JT chuckled. “How ’bout we start this over again? I want you, Mags! I have all night. You can probably feel just how much by what’s pushing against that hot pussy of yours.”

“Hmmm, I sure can,” she replied before unfurling her legs from around his hips and sliding seductively down the front of him, then grabbing hold of the bulging form at the front of his jeans. “Maybe you should get rid of these, so I can get a good look at how much you want me.”

She brazenly unzipped his jeans, then pushed the denim down JT’s legs. Kneeling down in front of him, she took the weight of his thick, hard cock in one hand and the round, fleshy sac underneath in the other. She rubbed her thumb over the satiny tip of his rock-hard erection, spreading the pearl-like drop of fluid that had gathered around its bulbous head. Smiling up at him with a twinkle in her eye, she licked her lips.

“Careful, little girl. Don’t start what you’re not prepared to finish,” JT growled, as he gently pushed her head back down towards his throbbing cock.

JT would have stopped, though, the second Mandy had so much as hesitated. It was an idle threat on his behalf. JT had never forced a woman, and didn’t think much of men who did. But he sent a silent prayer of thanks heavenwards when Mandy opened her mouth and wrapped those pouty red lips around the head of his shaft, sucking it deep into her mouth.

The sight of her cheeks hollowing and her head bobbing up and down, let alone the feel and sound of that hot mouth swallowing him, was nearly enough to make JT spill his seed. Before that could happen, he wanted to spend some time exploring her curvaceous little body. JT, grabbing Mandy by the shoulders, encouraged her to stand. Those big, bright eyes looked up at him as his cock made a plopping sound when she released it from her wicked mouth, nearly doing in the last of his self-control.

Dragging Mandy up against his chest, JT crushed his mouth down on her very talented lips, trying to regain some semblance of control over his body.

He wanted to taste every bit of this woman, starting with her mouth, which tasted like honey and spice, warm and exotic. He nipped at her bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth to soothe it. Looking down into her eyes, he spoke, his voice a throaty, husky whisper.

“Honey, do you have a bed or should I just strip you naked and fuck you right here on the floor?”

Mandy’s eyes widened at his explicit question. She licked at her lips and grabbed his hand, trying to drag him towards another destination—probably her bedroom. But Mandy had forgotten that JT still had his pants down around his ankles. JT stood his ground. As she looked back at him, eyes rounded, seemingly alarmed at his lack of movement, he calmly bent down and, with one hand, hitched up his jeans just enough that he could freely move in the direction she had indicated. He swooped her up in his free arm as he went by.

He only half noticed the décor of the room. The main piece of furniture was a huge bed. The bed’s frame was some sort of metal, like a cage, that wrapped around the mattress. But he was distracted and far more interested in the private strip show going on in front of him, now that he had placed Mandy back on her feet. She was seductively removing her clothing, piece by piece. JT’s mouth was watering at the sight. His hands itched to touch her, to freely explore her. Mandy’s sexy, curvy feminine body was a sight JT would not easily forget.

Mandy loved the way JT was watching her strip for him—his eyes held such a wild, hungry look. It was the first time she had felt like making love in a long time. It was also the first time she’d felt like a sensual women in too long. She couldn’t believe how hot and wet she was for him, feeling the cream actually leaking out from between her folds. The way he had spoken, crudely yet in a tone that had done amazing things to her already turned-on body. The fact that she was turned on at all was a surprise to Mandy.

That last time with Con, he had forced himself upon her, hitting her repeatedly and biting down on her sensitive breasts hard enough to draw blood. Even now, months later the marks were still visible, although they had faded. Her cries of pain had only seemed to arouse him more and more. Mandy liked it a bit rough, but not to the extent he had taken it. She had been scared, in pain, and Con wouldn’t stop. Mandy had grabbed her clothes and run naked from his home the minute he had turned away from her. It seemed as if she had been running from him and his fists ever since.

Shaking off the shiver that ran down her spine at the memory, Mandy focused back on the magnificent male standing in front of her—focused on JT.

He would be the first man she had invited into her new bed. It was her haven, just her and the shapes she had welded lovingly into the frame work. She had formed the steelwork into snakes, inspired by Medusa. She’d made each snakehead with her own hands, embedding jewels or gemstones for eyes, giving each snake a lifelike and individual appearance.

Feeling emboldened, Mandy crawled backwards onto her bed and crooked her finger at JT wantonly, in a sign of invitation for him to join her.

JT didn’t need to be asked twice, and stripped out of his clothes at a frantic pace. He reached out and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. Sitting between her splayed legs, the width of his shoulders spreading her wide, he ran his hands first over her ankles, then stroked his thumbs up the insides of her legs, up over her calf muscles, over her knees and past her now quivering thighs. Little goose bumps broke out over Mandy’s skin. She should have felt embarrassed to be spread so vulnerably in front of him, but the shiver that racked her body was pure eager anticipation.

Chapter Six

JT’s thumbs reached her pussy lips. He could see them glistening through her little curls. After making eye contact with Mandy, seeking approval from her to continue, JT put his head between her thighs. Opening her wide with his thumbs, he licked her from the bottom of her moist folds right up to the little hooded nub at the apex of her pussy, holding her down with his arms across her thighs, so she was trapped under his tongue’s assault.

Mandy tasted like perfection. JT lapped at and feasted on her pussy like a starving man as she writhed and moaned beneath his ministrations. Every time he felt her squirming body getting closer to climax, he retreated teasingly, waiting for her to cry out his name and plead for him to bring her to release.

Mandy did start moaning JT’s name, and he could wait no longer. He sucked and tongued her clit with renewed vigour as he pushed first one finger, then another, into her moist channel and pumped. It took only seconds before she exploded with such force that JT nearly lost his grip on her—her body arched and tensed before collapsing back on the bed.

JT picked Mandy up under her armpits and gently tossed her up to the head of the bed. He manoeuvred his body into position, placing his cock against her entrance—that wet haven he had just feasted upon—and plunged in. One hard stroke and he claimed her.

It felt like heaven, tight and warm. Placing Mandy’s legs above his shoulders, he thrust again, the new angle allowing him deeper access. JT wanted to be completely embedded in her.

It was then that it hit him.

No condom!

“What the fuck?” JT’s loud, deep voice reverberated around the room. “I don’t have a condom on. And I don’t have one with me.”

He groaned and withdrew his rock-hard erection from Mandy, quickly but reluctantly, still very hot and bothered.

After her initial groan of anguish as JT jerked his length from her, Mandy started making soothing, cooing sounds as she pushed at him until he rolled onto his back. She climbed over him, straddling his massive torso, and reached into her bedside drawer, her nipples brushing against his lips invitingly as she bent over him. Then she whispered into his ear, blowing an extra little breath on him, “It’s okay, He-Man. I’ve got you covered.”

After fighting to get the packet open, Mandy ripped a foil package with her teeth, then removed the condom and rolled it slowly onto his still very rigid form.

JT was trying not to blow. He looked at the ceiling, at the walls, anything, trying somehow to distract himself as this amazing woman took control again. The touch of Mandy’s fingers as she rolled that rubber onto his cock was almost torture. It was in his desperation to be distracted that he finally noticed the intricate design of her headboard. There were dozens of metal snakes, curled around as if protecting the human occupants in the bed. Those watchful eyes seemed to be blinking at him.

“Wow that’s fucking awesome! I love your bed, never seen anything like it.”

“That’s cause it’s a one-off—my design, my creation. Yours is the first erection my girls have ever seen…” Her answer faltered as she lowered herself over his rigid cock slowly. He could feel the walls of her pussy widen to accommodate his girth—the way her inner muscles tightened around him left him breathless, his eyes rolled back into his head at the pleasure she was bringing him. Then she started to rock, moving her hips up and down over him.

JT was not going to be able to hold on for much longer—watching her ride him was the biggest turn-on. Her eyes were so unique, and they burnt into his soul. It was about the time she began pulling those protruding plum-coloured nipples, her eyes boldly locked to his, that he finally became aware of the difference in the shades of her eyes, and unintentionally spoke the thought out loud.

“My God, I finally figured out what it is about those eyes of yours that have always got me so hot. Each eye is a different colour—chocolate and caramel,” he stuttered, trying to think coherently while the woman straddling him did her best to blow his mind. She was winning, but JT managed one last sentence before he succumbed to his carnal desire. “Woman, you are amazing—everything about you is amazing, beautiful!”

JT grabbed hold of Mandy by the hips, taking back control. Flipping her little body over in one smooth motion, so it lay beneath his, he started pumping. He could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her bottom as she wrapped her legs around him and held on. JT, knowing he was close, but wanting to bring her apart underneath him first, reached down between their slick bodies, and using his finger, found and stroked her clit. 

Chapter Seven

She loved the feel of his muscular chest under her hands and the rug of curly, black hair that covered some of that broad expanse, leading a path down to his groin and where they were joined. Her colours, so vibrant and alive, wove through her mind, a palette that even she found unusually exquisite.

The colours erupted from Mandy violently—she imagined them leaping from her, could see the picture on canvas of the many-hued lightning bolts leaving her body—as the man brought her, more than once, over the edge of the abyss into pure ecstasy. Waves climbed high, crested, rolling and tumbling around inside her head before ebbing away into sheets of shimmering hues. Mandy was sure she had heard JT cry out her name, as he’d surged into her one last time before collapsing down over her, cocooning her.

She could have happily drifted off to sleep after her orgasm, if it hadn’t been for the limp, condom-covered appendage slipping from its resting place between her legs. Sighing at the loss as JT pushed himself up and away from her, she felt the cold air hit her naked skin and shivered.

“Where can I get rid of this, honey?” JT asked nonchalantly, unperturbed and unembarrassed by the things they had just done.

Mandy lifted her arm and pointed in the direction of her bathroom, and JT headed off that way.
She, on the other hand, was now feeling very uncomfortable in her own nudity and wondering how awful her smudged makeup must look.

“I’ve got panda eyes for sure,”
she groaned.

God, she hadn’t thought about a condom either—so not like her. She had been so aroused, just wanting to feel him inside her, filling her…and that, he certainly had. She really would need to check when her last contraception injection had been, and schedule another with her doctor.

When JT had mentioned her bed design, she had felt such a sense of pride. Now, as she thought more about it, she was surprised that JT had even noticed his surroundings. She could have been sitting on the moon and wouldn’t have known, the feeling of him buried deep in her pussy had been so good.
Perhaps I didn’t rock his world quite as much as he did mine,
she thought miserably.

At least I made him come—well, unless he is a very good actor,
Mandy thought, trying to quell her own insecurities.

Mandy wasn’t sure whether to get up and follow JT to the bathroom or stay in bed and wait. She heard the flush of the toilet and the sound of water running. Climbing under the bedding, she waited, closing her eyes.

Mandy heard JT re-enter her bedroom, and she couldn’t pretend to be asleep. She needed to see him, even if it was to just watch him dress and leave. As she opened her eyes again, she had never felt so nervous in her life. She waited for his reaction to her and what had just taken place between them. Looking up into his stormy, dark eyes, Mandy knew she wanted him to stay, wanted to fall asleep in his strong, safe arms.

So, taking a chance, she smiled up at him and lifted the covers back, an invitation for him to join her again.

To Mandy’s absolute relief and delight, JT made a soft, deep growling sound and climbed into the bed next to her. Dragging her body up against his, she snuggled into his chest, her head resting under his chin, and let sleep take her.

* * * *

Mandy woke slowly, savouring the feel of being safe and warm, wrapped up tightly in the arms of this strong sensuous man. She had slept so well that her mind was now a clear, fresh, minty green. She could feel the slight soreness between her legs and smiled. Taking a peek over JT’s impossibly broad shoulders at her clock, she was shocked to see it was already nine a.m.. Thankfully, it was Thursday and she had no market stall to set up. She could just enjoy being where she was for a little longer. Mandy was worried, though, that maybe JT had training. She remembered some previous conversations she’d had with Caitlin about how Brodie had training nearly every day.