No Longer Lost: Secrets Of Stone: Book Nine Page 23

  I started on his shoulders, depositing the majority of the lotion there. Working up into his hairline with my thumbs, I concentrated on the thick cords of muscle that made his strong neck so prominent. He moaned into the pillow, so I continued with the long strokes, moving from his hairline down and across the top of one of his shoulders in one fluid motion. I worked until the lotion was absorbed, eventually transitioning from just using my thumbs to using my entire hand. His moaning and my bare pussy against his firm ass were making me incredibly aroused.

  “Christ, that feels so good. I can feel the heat from your cunt on my ass,” he said, turning his face to the side. “Kneel up for a sec. I need to turn over.”

  I rose up tall on my knees, lifting my weight off his body, and he flipped over beneath me. Now lying on his back, his cock jutted up from his body and nudged the entrance of my sex.

  “Let me in there,” he said roughly. “I can feel how wet you are. Ride me, Taylor. Baby, please.”

  “You don’t have to beg to fuck me, Mac. Put it in.” I squirted more lotion into my palm and squished it between my two palms. I leaned forward, balancing myself on his chest with my lubricated hands while he lined himself up at my opening. When he guided me down onto his shaft with his hands on my hips, I slowly shifted my weight back, taking his dick into me entirely.

  “Christ, woman. Fuck that feels so good. Why does it feel like the first time every time with you?”

  “I have a magical vagina. Didn’t I tell you?” I massaged his pecs each time I leaned forward on his length and again when I slid back home. A massage for my inside walls and for his strong, masculine chest all at the same time. Again, I used a combination of my thumbs to press deeper into his muscle tissue, relieving the stress and fatigue of everyday tension and use and then the heels of my hands to even out the sensation.

  He was working some sensation tricks of his own down below. Combining hip movement and finger stimulation of both my clit and back end to overload my nervous system with pleasure.

  “Oh, my God. Mac. Jesus, that feels so good.”

  “You like that, don’t you, my love? You like your ass played with. So tight back here.” He was pressing in and around my anus with his fingers as he gripped my ass cheeks to move me up and down on his cock.

  We had touched one another there before, but he’d never really penetrated me with anything. I had never had it done. Ever. By anyone. And honestly, never had any interest in it. He was slowly changing my mind to the idea, and I had a sneaking suspicion that was his devious plan. At the moment, I didn’t mind at all. I was entirely on board. It was a whole new world of sensation and confusing pleasure. At the pace he was taking it, there was no pain involved, but I still couldn’t imagine his dick going in there without it hurting.

  “Stay with me, Sassy. Feels good, right?”

  “Yes. So good.”

  “Then don’t get all worked up and worried.” He pulled me down to meet him for a deep kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue like a hungry savage.

  “Who said I was worried?” I asked when I could finally catch my breath. Christ, the man could kiss.

  “It was written all over your face. Neon-blinking-sign style.” He swiveled his hips up into me, reminding me that his cock was still buried deep within my body. He hit a particularly sensitive spot when doing so, making me unexpectedly cry out.

  “Well, what do we have here?” He grinned, anchoring my torso to his with his arm slung low around my hips. Once he had me secured to him, he repeated the rotation of his hips, hitting the sensitive spot again. This time, because I anticipated it, I stifled the yelp but felt the incredible surge of pleasure regardless. My eyes rolled back, stars replacing the normal light in the room.

  “That is ridiculous. I don’t think you should continue doing that.” I gasped between sentences, trying to control my erratic breathing.

  “Oh, I definitely think I should. The sweat breaking out on your forehead is a clear sign I should,” he answered smugly.

  “No, Mac, seriously. Way too much. The neighbors will hear me.” I panted through the words again.

  “That’s perfect, then. They’ll know I’m a god on and off the track.”

  He repeated the motion, and because I was just about to chastise him for the arrogant comment and wasn’t prepared to hold back the animal sound, it escaped full force.

  “Fuck me! Shit. I’m not sure what’s happening, but please, you need to stop doing that. Mac, seriously, I think I’m going to pee in this bed or have the biggest orgasm of my life. Maybe both. Please, don’t—”

  Before I could complete the sentence, he became possessed, fucking me repeatedly, nailing that same spot, over and over. I screamed at the top of my lungs, incapable of stifling the sound brought on by the sensation ripping through my lady parts. I’d never felt anything like it in my life.

  When my orgasm broke free, fluid squirted from my pussy, covering Mac’s torso and soaking the bedding.

  Mac stared up at me with his green eyes wide and amazed, mirroring what I could only guess my gawk looked like.

  “What the hell just happened?” I demanded in a fierce whisper. “Did you break my vagina?”

  He chuckled, sitting up a bit to get a better view of the mess covering both of us. “That was incredible. You are the sexiest fucking creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  “Are you kidding me right now?” I croaked, looking down at the same area.

  “No, I’m serious. I’ve only seen women squirt in porn. That was so hot. Feel how hard I am.” He moved inside me, and I squeaked because my pussy was so sensitive it was almost unbearable.

  “Oh, shit. I feel like the slightest move is going to set me off again,” I said.

  “Really?” His eyes lit up.

  “Don’t be insane. I’m not doing that again. Switch with me. Something. Please.” I went to move off the top of him and could not believe how wet the bed was. “I’m so sorry. I think the bed is ruined.”

  “Totally worth it.”

  “Insane clown posse in the house” was all I could add before he kissed me, taking my mind off everything but him.

  Him and his unyielding demand for my focus, my awareness, my presence of mind on what we were doing at that moment. On everything we symbolized with our union there in that bed. Our love for one another and our commitment to each other. Our gratification, our enjoyment, and our rapture. All those amazing things we so willingly shared and gave openly to one another. The absolute joy and adoration we allowed to blossom in our hearts and in our souls because of one another.

  Those were the things, the feelings, and the gifts that Mac would always make sure we took the time to treasure.

  Together.

  After spending the past week of trials with this amazing man by my side, I was as sure of those things as I was sure of the air I needed to breathe to sustain life.

  I loved Maclain Stone. He loved me just the same. There was also as much certainty that if he didn’t have an orgasm in the very near future, his poor balls would be bluer than my eyes by the time we fell asleep. I went with the rip-the-Band-Aid-off approach and popped off the top of him and onto the floor at the side of the bed in an almost Olympic-gymnast-worthy maneuver. He didn’t have time to protest or stop me with one of his mind-altering kisses.

  “Where are you going?” he asked, grinning.

  “Away from that mess and in a different position. Come over here and fuck me, Clown.” I leaned on the edge of the bed with my forearms and swayed my bare ass from side to side.

  “Mmmm, I do like it when you’re bossy.” He rolled off the bed, not nearly as impressively as I had, I noticed, and then took up position behind me. “And this ass. How do I say no to this ass?” He stroked his strong palm down my spine to the roundness of my ass cheeks and then ran stroke after stroke down the slope of my back, warming my flesh with his hands and my heart with his words. “I love you, Taylor. Every single inch of you.”

  Mac trailed
kisses along the same path his hands forged, making goose bumps erupt on my skin when the cooler room air wafted over the moisture left behind by his lips. Leaning his whole body over mine, his cock rested naturally in the crack of my ass as if it had found its way home. He slid down my body, kissing, rubbing, grinding as he went, creating a need inside me again where only minutes before I thought would’ve been impossible.

  When the absence of his warmth registered, I looked back to see where he had moved to and was slightly panicked to see him sinking to his knees behind me. Now his face was level with my ass and pussy, and he was eyeing it like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

  “Mac.”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “What are you—”

  His mouth on my oversensitized labia cut off my ability to speak, and a deep moan replaced the words that would’ve completed my question. I pressed my forehead into the bunched-up bedding and absorbed the sensory onslaught that hit from below.

  With his hands gripping onto my thighs—he reached around about two-thirds of the circumference because of our size difference—he anchored me in place and feasted on my pussy. His nose and mouth were pressed entirely into my soft tissue, slurping and nuzzling my juices like ripe fruit.

  “Jesus, Sassy, so good. You’re so wet from coming, and you taste so good. I will never get enough of this pussy.” Sporadic parts of the sentence came between him licking and sucking at different angles.

  I looked back at him again just as he leaned back from his feast and wiped his face on the back of his arm like a little boy after enjoying melting ice cream. The grin that followed was comparable too.

  “Mac! Please. Pleeeeeaaassseee,” I whined with a touch of begging thrown in.

  “What, baby? What do you need? Tell me, and it’s yours.” He was moving to stand, so he already had an idea of what I was going to request.

  “Fuck me. God, just fuck me. I need you to fill me,” I demanded.

  He stroked his erection a couple of times with one hand and placed the other on my ass, using his thumb to swipe through the wetness from my pussy and drag it toward my anus.

  “In here?” He pressed at my back hole and looked to me hopefully.

  My answering look was filled with concern. I just didn’t think I was ready for that. “Can we work up to it somehow? My parts have already had such a workout today.”

  “A man can dream, right?” He slid two fingers into my pussy, and my eyes shuttered closed. Things felt so good when done the way nature meant them to be done. He finger-fucked me repeatedly, toying my clit with his thumb simultaneously. I pushed back against his hand in rhythm with his thrusting, and I quickly built to a second climax.

  “Mac! Please!” I pushed my ass higher in offering when he stopped fingering me, letting the climax wane just as I was ready to go over the edge.

  “Shhhhh. Baby, just relax and enjoy it.” He finally replaced his fingers with the head of his cock and slowly pushed in. My pussy quickly sucked him in, welcoming him home.

  “Yes! God, yes! Thank you. So good!” I babbled into the bedclothes while resting my head on the mattress, creating a gentle slope in my lower back.

  “Goddamnit, woman. You’re so sexy. So feminine and sexy.” He ran his hand down the line of my spine and back again as he thrust in and out of my body. “I’m the luckiest fucking man on the planet. Without a doubt.”

  I just wanted him to stop talking and finish us both off. I didn’t know what else to do. I’d begged, I’d been gracious. Then an idea struck. I reached between my legs and through to his body and found his ball sack. I cupped his balls in my hand and squeezed them like I did when I sucked his cock. He liked when I did it then, so it would probably feel good while we were fucking too.

  “Ooooh, Taylor,” he moaned, his voice so low he sounded possessed. “Shit! Christ! Killing me. Right now. Killing me. Fuck. Yeah, baby. Like that. Shit.”

  A cocky grin spread across my lips. I had him by the balls now.

  Ha! Pun intended!

  “Fuck me harder, Mac! Make me come again!” I was right on the edge, and having this power over him, holding his balls in my hand, was making me crazy.

  He pounded into me while I squeezed him a bit harder, doing my best to maintain my pressure and not dislocate my shoulder at the same time.

  “Taylor, I’m going to come. Are you close? I can’t stop. Baby, I can’t stop.”

  “Do it! Do it, Mac! Yes!” I was right there with him, feeling his urgency set off a fantastic orgasm along with his.

  I let go of his balls and braced myself to take the last few strokes as he worked through his release, pumping every drop from his cock deep into my body.

  Finally, we sagged forward onto the bed, and Mac rolled to the side of me, pulling me up against his sweaty body. We were both panting as we calmed down from the powerful ending to our lovemaking.

  “Jesus Christ, Sassy, that was hot. Like, crazy hot.” He buried his face in the back of my hair, nuzzling through until he found my nape.

  “I do what I can,” I said when I caught my breath.

  He kissed me a few times before nibbling the thin skin of my neck.

  “Oh, my God, don’t start again. Although, Christ, that feels so good,” I said, my voice scratchy from shouting during the last round.

  He sank his teeth in deeper, and my fucking traitor body broke out in goose bumps. I reached over my shoulders with both hands to grab his face. Not necessarily to stop him but just to be touching him as much as possible.

  He moved down the back of my neck and shoulder, trailing bite after bite as he went. Little marks would be left behind for how hard he was going at it, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop him. He had created an addict in me with the sensation a while back, and now I craved being bitten as much as he desired biting me.

  “Mmmmm. Mac?” My tone was a mixture of inquisition and pleasure.

  He held me closer, thumbing across my peaked nipples. “What?” he finally answered, wholly distracted by arousing me all over again.

  “I love you. I’m totally in love with you. Completely, one hundred percent, head over heels in love with your clown ass.”

  “That’s what I’ve heard. Isn’t it great?” He pinched my nipple between his thumb and index finger, making me squeak before answering.

  “It really is. Thank you for bringing me out here. Getting out of San Diego is great. I mean, I know we just got back from the DR, but, well, you know what I mean. What we came home to and all.”

  He pulled me even closer to his body. “I know exactly what you mean. But I just remembered, there’s something I want to show you downstairs.” He sat up abruptly, almost tossing me to the floor as he hopped off the bed. “Throw on some sweats or a robe and come with me.”

  “Can’t we do that in the morning?” I whined. I was so after-sex-sleepy, I didn’t want to get out of the warm bed.

  “Nope! I’m too excited. I know you’re going to love it. I won’t be able to sleep until you see the car I want to give you.” He quickly held his hand up when I started to object. “The car I want to loan you. Sorry. Sorry. Don’t get your dander up there, little kitty.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh at his use of the southern expression, which sounded so out of place from his pedigreed mouth. I grabbed a pair of yoga pants and a tank top from my bag and followed him downstairs into the garage. He flipped on the lights as we went, and the pristine garage lit up like a car dealership’s showroom.

  Three or four of his favorite BMWs had pride of place as we entered the ample space. The first one I recognized from the initial day we came to Thermal. I knew it was an M something or other, but not the same as the M2 he drove in San Diego. This had bright-orange trim and no back seat. A brilliant orange tubular bar structure filled much of the interior.

  “What is all of this for?” I peered in the open window and pointed at the bar.

  “It’s a roll cage for on the track. If the car flips over, it maintains the integrity of the
structure so the driver doesn’t get crushed.”

  “Oh. Good to know” was the best response I could muster while panic swelled inside at the thought of him pinned beneath an overturned car.

  “Well, safety first.” He winked at me sarcastically.

  At the speeds those cars whipped around the track, safety was the last thing on their minds, and I knew it.

  We walked around the back of a few more cars and came to a halt behind an adorable little white hatchback.

  “Mac,” I said with an overly dramatic tone in my voice, gripping his forearm. “Don’t look now, but someone has sneaked an American-made vehicle into your garage. I mean, I’m not sure how they did it, but there is an F-O-R-D in here.”

  “Very funny, Sassy. What do you think of this little beauty?” He was grinning from ear to ear, looking like a proud papa pointing to his newborn through the hospital nursery window.

  “I think it’s adorable. Looks like something I would drive. But seriously, why is it in your garage?”

  “It’s mine. But now, it’s yours. I mean, if you’d like it to be. I mean, I’d like it to be. Well, what I’m trying to say—”

  “Yes!” I had to let him off the hook. I couldn’t take the stumbling and stammering a second longer. Even though it was pretty adorable watching the mighty Dr. Maclain Stone looking so unsure of himself.

  “Really?” He was nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet.

  “Yes! I love it.” I was as excited as he was but quickly sobered. “But I insist on paying you for it.”

  “Well, let’s worry about that later. I’m stoked you like it. I was afraid you were going to give me a hard time. You’re going to really love driving—” Something made him pull up short in the middle of his sentence.

  “What’s wrong? Honestly, babe, I think it’s great,” I said, rubbing the arm I had playfully clutched moments before.

  “I wasn’t even thinking. Can you drive a manual? Stick shift?” he asked with worry etched on his handsome face.

  “Of course I can! That’s a poor person’s standard, Mac. Not everyone has all the money in the world, you know? My first car was manual because that’s what I could afford to buy with the money I saved up from babysitting and waitressing. Automatic transmissions cost more.”