Safe in His Arms (36 page)

“Wolfman, huh?” He tossed her down on the bed with a devilish grin. She laughed and got up before he could join her. Crawling to him, she made sure to let her breasts sway enticingly for him.

When he reached out for her, she got up on her knees and stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Yes, you’re mine. This”—she cupped her hand over the big stalk of his erection under his cargo shorts—“is mine.” Reaching up higher she placed her palm over his heart. “And this.”

He pressed his hand over hers with such a serious look she felt a wash of tears burn her eyes and throat.

“This has always been yours. Always will be.” He tugged his shirt off over his head in one fast move and brought her up close to his bare chest. “Turn that ass up so I can get it ready, sugar.”

“Mmmm, that sounds like an order. Are you sure you have that kind of rank?”

“Hell, baby, I’m a captain, I can damn well do whatever I please, eh?”

“As long as you’re pleasing me,” she said and started unbuttoning her sundress. She tried for slow, but Mac took her hands, kissed them both and placed them on his shoulders. When she left them there, he ran his palms down her ribs to her hips then around to the back of her dress and slowly down her thighs. He watched her intensely as he lifted the material upward while caressing the backs of her legs.

“So pretty, this ass, baby.” He cupped both cheeks of her ass and gripped them tighter, pulling them apart so that the skin stretched in ways that drove her excitement higher. She’d cleaned herself thoroughly, not wanting this to be anything less than perfect. She’d read about anal sex and more than one of her fantasies centred on Mac’s thick cock impaling her. Knowing he shared that fantasy thrilled her.

“I’ve studied a lot of porn trying to figure out how best to make you come when I finally claimed this pretty ass of yours, sugar.”

She choked on a gasp when he suddenly brought one hand down hard on her butt. “You what?”

“Oh, yeah. I found the best scenes where the ladies were going nuts with orgasms I don’t think they faked, and every one of those scenes had some hot anal, baby.”

“Mac, that’s porn. It’s fake.”

“Maybe that’s true, but some of it looked real.”

She laughed, feeling so happy she hugged his head close to hers and kissed him on the lighter patch of hair. “You’ve never had anal?”

He pulled away, looking shocked and angry. “No, hell no. This is for us, only us. And everything else. Only us, baby. That way, you have something hot you want to try, we’re going to work it out at least once.”

“Same with you. We try it, so you have to tell,” she said quickly.

He grinned like she’d just given him a big birthday present. Hugging her close he laughed. “Yeah,” he said roughly, “that won’t be hard, I already told you what I want daily.”

“Mmm, you think you deserve that?”

Instead of answering her, he tugged her dress off, which he’d been trying to do while he’d been trying to kiss her and talk at the same time. Suddenly he groaned and stepped back, jerking his belt open and unzipping to reach in and pull his erection out. The thick flesh jerked downward, heavy and mouth-wateringly gorgeous. “You like that, baby? You like to suck my cock?” He manoeuvred a knee up on the bed and weighed her breasts in his warm hands. “I want to fuck your breasts, rub up between each of these curves and come all over your nipples.”

“Oh, God, Mac.” She shivered at the vivid words. Her pussy was on fire.

Mac seemed to realise it too. He slid his hands down over her stomach to hold her possessively between her thighs. A rush of excitement made her bite her lip to keep from crying out. He nipped her lightly on the upper curve of her breast at the same time as he pressed a finger inside her. “Hot, you’re so hot. You know why I call you sugar, don’t you, Mandy?”

He drove that finger in and out in a rhythm that had her latching onto his shoulder and sucking his salty skin. She couldn’t touch enough of him, not nearly enough. The barrier of his cargos was in the way, so she grabbed hold of his button to undo it, but he stopped her and suddenly pulled her down so she was on hands and knees on the bed. He wasn’t done, though—he tucked her legs together and pressed her shoulders until her head rested on the mattress, her ass up high.

“Because, baby, you taste like sugar. So damn syrupy sweet.” His warm, moist breath fanned across her butt. Suddenly she felt him licking the inside crevice of her ass with long, lush passes of his hot tongue meant to torture her. His erection hung down near her and she couldn’t resist it. She scooted closer and he edged his body so she could wrap her lips around the rounded head hanging down against the dark fabric of his cargos. He looked so startlingly barbaric like this, the cargos open only enough for the thick rod of his erection to shove through. It did something insane to her.

“Suck me, baby, suck my dick while I lick the sugar off this pussy.”

“Oh, God, Mac, I can’t wait. I can’t—”

He laughed darkly, and swatted her butt. It wasn’t painful, but it was perfect.

“Oh, God, again, again.”

“Damn, sugar, you need a good one, huh? My little wildcat.” He shoved his hips forward, nearly gagging her with the length of his hard flesh, but she loved it. She wanted this, him aggressive, dominant, out of control. He manoeuvred his hips back and forth rapidly, shoving his cock in and out of her mouth, and landed two more smacks on her butt while he licked her clit, making sounds like he was going to come.

Right when she nearly reached an orgasm, he pulled up and drew his cock from her mouth, or tried to. She gripped him harder and lifted her head to suck up and down, twirling her tongue around the head, desperate for something. Anything from him. She ached, throbbed.

“Ah, God, baby.” He pulled back and suddenly she found herself with Mac gripping her head tight with a fist full of her hair and fucking her mouth with desperate, animal-like groans. “There, there, that’s it, take it, baby.” His hand landed on her ass again, a sharp, smack followed by another and another until she lost count. In a haze of lust, she suddenly felt him tighten his grip on her head and his hard flesh throbbed deep in her throat.

“Fuck yes, yes, yes.” Blazing hot shots of his semen exploded so deep down her throat that she didn’t even have to swallow. It was intense, so sexy she screamed—or tried to. Mac chose that moment to use an oily finger to breach her ass and started pumping and twisting her open. He groaned in pleasure. “Ah, God, so good, so tight, so good.” He pulled from her mouth and she gasped for breath. She was nearly dizzy from lack of oxygen, but she sucked against the stalk, tonguing the veins running down to his tight sac, so hot she could barely make sense of anything other than him, them, this.

“Good, so good.” He moved quickly behind her, covering her body with his, two fingers still preparing her. He bent forward until his lips found hers and he devoured her, groaning deeply into her mouth. He was on fire. Even though he’d just come, she could feel how tight his body was with the same desperate need she felt consuming her.

“I need you, Mac, I need this, now, now, oh God, please.”

“Shh, baby, let me get you ready, let me.” He eased another finger in and she arched her butt higher, the lubricant easing his possession. She dug her face into the blankets and pressed back, frantic for more.

When she glanced back at him, his eyes were hot, intense with what he was doing in a way that made her shiver even harder. Along her hip, she could feel his hard erection jerk hotly against her. She felt powerful, sexy, and so on fire for him she thought she might die if he didn’t do something.

“I’ve never seen anything as beautiful. Your ass is so pretty, so damn round and firm. I might not survive this, sugar.”

“Mac, now. Now.”

He grimaced and slowly looked up her body to her face and winced. “You’re so small, sugar, damn it, you’re—”

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I will never give you a blow job again!”

He chuckled painfully and nodded. His chest rose and fell rapidly and she could see the sweat dripping down his muscles. “All right, slow and easy.”

Carefully he turned them to their sides, lifted her leg over his thigh, and hooked it there with an arm. With his other hand he gripped his erection and started pressing up and into her prepared rear. She craned her neck so she could watch, enthralled by the sight of his swollen flesh as she felt him dig deeper.

“God, yeah, watch us, baby. Watch me fill you.”

She met his heated stare and took his lips in a fierce kiss. “Oh, Mac, I love how you look, so dark and thick, oh, God, yes.” She dropped her head back against his shoulder and bore down on the invading flesh as he continued to roll his hips, giving her more and more with each slow, careful thrust. Suddenly she felt him breach the muscles and they both groaned when he slid deeper. He froze. She dug her nails in his arms and kissed his jaw, sucking on his salty skin as the feel of him registered. She felt like he’d impaled her with a six-inch-thick bar, not his erection, but she kept the pain silent and hoped it got better. Mac shook. His jaw clenched tight enough that his veins stood out along his neck. If she’d not known better, she’d have sworn he was in pain, not her.

He eased back, slowly pressed back in and a tortured sound erupted from him. She knew that sound, knew it so well her breath caught in excitement. Her empty channel flooded with moisture, aching to be as full as her ass. Mac bent his head to latch onto her mouth and the small movement drove him deeper. Goose bumps rose on her flesh.

“So fucking good. So good, ah, God, baby, that’s it. Wet my hand with that pretty syrup.” He kept up the slow, rolling thrusts, only breaching her shallowly until she started to get restless. He pressed deeper on his next pass and the slick lubricant allowed more of his big, hard erection to slide along her sensitive opening. She felt on fire and chilled at the same time. So excited she could barely catch her breath.

Mac groaned into her ear and tightened his hand on her pussy, pressing her just right so that each thrust he brushed along her clit with his palm. “More?”

“Yes, oh, God, yes.” She needed more but when he drove deeper, she pushed back at the same time and the unexpected full shove of his girth and long length inside her shot a powerful dart of lust right up her spine.

He groaned like a man in pain. Then gasped, “Good?”

She nodded frantically. “Oh, God. So good, good.” It was like he’d discovered some new sexual nerves and each pull and push along the inside of her rear stimulated those nerves into one powerful orgasm that she began to fear she might not survive.

“Faster, harder, oh, God, Mac.” The slow movement was going to make her climax too big to survive. As it was she felt like she was going to fall apart any second.

“No, fuck no, not yet.” He tipped her leg higher, dragging her knee towards her chest and started a harder, more forceful thrust whether he wanted to or not. The bed hit the wall, his breath started to get more hectic and along every nerve ending her tingling grew impossible to contain.

She tried to make him take her even harder by pushing back but he gripped her leg tight to keep her still with a heavy, tortured-sounding groan.

“No, baby, let me,” he said breathlessly frightening her with the intensity of his pleasure. With another low sound, he manoeuvred her over, his big body overwhelming her with his size, and muscled strength, as he gently tucked her legs to her chest, and rolled his hips slowly and carefully deeper and deeper.

“So good. So good, oh, God, Mac, I can’t survive.”

He groaned out a laugh and pulled all the way out.

“You can, sugar, god damn this is good.” Before she could panic that he was going to stop he gripped his erection and slowly pressed back in, breaching those muscles once, then pulled out all the way again, and did it again. She started to feel the tremble in her body, and softly moaned into the bed, gripping the sheets in her fists. He was so hard. So stiff and engorged she arched back up to watch the way his dark flesh impaled her. It felt amazing. Looked amazing.

Her body started to heat to the point that she feared the detonation. A tremor raced up her stomach, circled back down to deep inside her ass and travelled to her pussy. The room started to spin and slowly disappear. Mac surged forward, his sweaty body sliding over hers, his sexy mouth open in pleasure. A sound escaped her and Mac bent lower, shoving deep until he filled her completely and held himself there.

She felt his flesh flex repeatedly and sobbed at how good it felt. His balls tickled her pussy, edging her closer to something huge. He gripped her tight in his big arms, pulled back out of her and surged powerfully forward, holding himself there. She rocked back along him, feeling every inch of his steel-hard flesh fill her. He gave her half a dozen hard, fast strokes, each with such an abrupt smack of his body against hers with low, wild-sounding groans that she detonated. Explosion after explosion shook her, all centred on the thick stalk of flesh impaling her. Her clit tightened, jerking her body with spasms, and she whispered Mac’s name into the sheets so lost she could barely make sense of what was happening to her.

Mac tipped down and cradled her jaw in his hand and began kissing her urgently as he started desperate, out of control lunges. She gasped out a breath against his lips.

“Yes? Good?”