Banged Up (11 page)

“I prefer to have something hot late at night in bed. But the kitchen table would do.”

Typical man,
Colby thought,
with only one thing on his mind.
But after he said it, she couldn’t shake the thought of having sex with Mace on the kitchen table. Would it be fun? Uncomfortable? It was something she’d never tried before. It might be a great prop—

Colby jumped when Mace placed his hands on her shoulders. He leaned in close to her, murmuring in her ear, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

His breath stirred the loose hair by her ear, tickling her, sending a shiver up her spine. Her vaginal muscles squeezed in anticipation. His lips were so close. If she tilted her head just slightly…

She shook it instead. “Only if you’re thinking how perfect this furniture is going to look on the porch.”

Mace ran his hands down her arms, taking the paintbrush out of her hand. He placed it on a lid and turned Colby to face him. His large, warm hands cupped her cheeks. “I’ve been having fantasies of taking you on these drop cloths. In some of them I paint designs all over your body, slowly swirling the brush in places which are sensitive, like your lips, your breasts, your…”

“Mace…” Colby’s breasts tightened, her nipples coming to hard points. Her heart stopped. A split second later it resumed beating violently. She felt a warm rush between her legs. Her panties were going to be slick, hot, damp. She needed him to touch her. She wanted to feel his lips against hers, so male, so warm. And they were. Colby reached up and pulled Mace’s head down to her, capturing his lips. She smothered his sound of surprise.

Mace released her face to grip the small of her back, pressing her against him. She was aware of his body. Aware his desire matched hers. She was shocked at herself for wanting him so much, but she couldn’t deny it. Even if she wanted to, her body gave her away.

The scientist in her tried to rationalize what was happening, but the woman only felt and wanted and desired to be closer. She wanted to be so close to Mace they were…

One.

Trembling, she yanked the T-shirt from his jeans, inserting her hands underneath the thin cotton, running them over the scorching heat of his chest. Her fingers followed the contours until she reached his small male nipples, her thumbs circling the tight nubs. She wanted to rake her teeth against him there. Wanted to hear a quick intake of breath when she nipped his skin. Maybe leave another love bite.

“This isn’t fair; I should be doing this to you. Take it off,” he ordered, his voice so low it sounded nearly painful.

Colby complied, tearing his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. All the exercises he did kept his muscles hard and lean. Just to see them excited her; except now she got to touch them, feel the searing silkiness of his skin, the roughness of the dark hair disappearing into his jeans.

Mace reached for the button on his jeans.

“No.” Colby stopped him, brushing his hands away. “Let me.”

He dropped his arms to his side, his eyes dark, clouded, as he watched her release the top button and slowly slide the zipper down.

Mace growled softly when the back of her knuckles grazed his hard length, “God, woman, you’re going to kill me.” He grabbed her by the back of her arms, pulling her against him. “At least,” he murmured against her lips, “I’ll go with a smile.”

He lowered her down to the drop cloth, slowly following her, unbuttoning the baggy work-shirt hiding her curves.

Colby closed her eyes, feeling the cool air against her hot skin. She opened them when he released the front clasp of her bra. Mace was kneeling over her, staring at her breasts.

Colby felt a sudden need to cover herself, to pull her shirt over her exposed chest, until he grasped both breasts with his hands and softly kissed each nipple. His caress caused her to arch her back, thrusting herself closer to his mouth, his lips, his tongue.

“God, they’re so beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes.”

His words made Colby shake her head in disbelief. She wondered how the University would react if she did scientific tests naked.

“No, forget that. I don’t want anyone to see you, except me. I want to see every part of you, every nook and every cranny.”

Colby shivered and was once again lost.

Mace buried his face between her breasts. “Colby… Colby… Stop me now if you have any doubts.”

Colby swept her tongue over her lips and whispered, “Mace, please…” He paused.

“Touch me.” His body molded against hers. He nuzzled her neck, nibbling her earlobe.

Stroking the outer shell of her ear with his tongue, he murmured wicked ideas, making her head spin.

She wanted to try every one of them.

Mace captured her lower lip between his teeth, tugging slightly, before kissing each corner of her lips. “Sweet … so sweet. I want to taste you everywhere.”

He released the buttons on her jeans, shucking them and her panties off with a practiced move. He tossed them into a corner, quickly followed by his own.

“Done that much?”

Mace stopped her words with his mouth, their tongues sparring fiercely. Colby’s nails left half-moons in the skin of his back, while her hips danced against his. His cock was like hard steel encased in satin. Smooth, the head slick with pre-come. She quickly forgot what she had just asked when his cock bumped and slid and bumped again against her hip. Her pussy called to it, opening wider, getting wetter. Beckoning.

The roughness of his thumb stroking her nipple was enough to make her clench her thighs together to keep control. He pinched and plucked one, then the other, making her cry out. She pressed her lips against his damp neck, and she couldn’t stop herself—she sank her teeth into those corded muscles. His neck bowed and he threw his head back, gasping with pleasure. He shifted, ramming his very ready cock between her thighs, just teasing, sliding against her swollen clit.

Before Mace, it had been a long time since she had actually enjoyed sex, and she was going to get pleasure from every second of it. She would take as much as he wanted to give. She wanted the chance to give back, to savor every inch, every hard curve and every tight line of his body. She wouldn’t forget those soft places either.

One hand left her breast and brushed against her wet curls. Just a slight brush and she almost came just with that alone. She ran her tongue over the teeth marks she left on his throat, and with a curse he shoved two fingers deep within her and circled his thumb against her clit. Her back arched and she released a low wail.

With a stroke to her pussy lips, she opened to him. Fingers weren’t enough; she needed his hard length deep, so deep within her.

“Fuck me,” came out in a tortured moan. But desperation made her scream, “Now!”

He pinched her nipple even harder and pulled out his slick fingers only to slide them along her braid. He clenched his fist and tilted her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat. It should have hurt, but didn’t. It just stoked her fire.

He licked along the hollow of her neck before leaning back to ask, “Are you ready?”

His grimace showed his fight for control, but he was teasing her. Teasing her!

“Damn you!”

He still held back, his cock leaking on her thigh, twitching against her skin. “I want to make sure you are ready.”

She reached down, grabbed his cock and drew him to her slick opening. She bared her teeth at him and said, “Now.”

From where he got it, she didn’t know, didn’t care. But he held up a condom and waved it in front of her face.

“Need something?” he teased.

She ripped the foil package out of his hand, tore it open with her teeth, and without even a hesitation, rolled it over his hard shaft, lingering for only a fraction of a second.

She didn’t want his cock in her hand, she wanted it elsewhere.

She scooted back onto the drop cloth, bent her knees and spread her thighs in anticipation as he settled between them. She looked down between their bodies and saw the head of his cock right there, right near her opening, ready to fill her up.

She glanced up, wondering what he was waiting for. Once she looked at him—really looked at him—he drove deep with a sharp tilt of his hips. Once. She waited for the second thrust.

She writhed and cried out, begging, but he stilled. He stilled while he was buried as deep as he could be, sucking oxygen painfully, struggling to keep himself together.

However, it was only seconds before he relented and met every thrust of her hips with one of his own. Over and over, until he could bury himself no deeper. She dug her fingers into his buttocks, controlling his thrust, controlling the angle of his hips. Suddenly, he was brushing that sweet spot, and she closed her eyes and screamed. Her body pulsated from the center outward, and it was then she also felt him pulse within her. His arms were shaking and his body curved like an archer’s bow.

They were conscious of nothing but each other, the resulting pain and pleasure.

Colby closed her eyes, a shaky sigh escaping her. “Oh, my God,” she whispered.

“I think I saw him too.”

Her eyes opened at his husky words and she looked at Mace directly above her. He gave her a crooked smile. Colby blinked and focused on him. He pushed himself up, relieving her of some of his weight.

She frantically grabbed his arm. “No, don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Colby. I like where I’m at. I just don’t want to crush you.”

Mace shifted onto his side beside her, breaking their intimate contact. Colby stretched leisurely, savoring the tightness of her hard-worked muscles and the dampness between her legs.

He caressed her braid and drew circles around her navel with the end of it. “It’s a mess.” He tugged gently on it. “Next time I want your hair loose so I can bury my hands into it. I want to feel the soft, silkiness against my skin. I want…”

“What about what I want?”

Mace propped his head in his hand and searched her face, wariness creeping into his expression. What was he expecting her to say, they would never do this again? That it had been a big mistake?

Not likely. Not right now, anyway.

She trailed a finger down his damp chest, following the dark line of hair circling his navel. Then she reached up and undid her braid, freeing the silky strands. “I want you again. Now.”

A wicked grin spread over his face. “I’ll do my best to comply.”

He pushed himself to his feet, and without a care he went into the kitchen to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he paused in the doorway. He was clearly not ready for a second round.

Colby raised an eyebrow and gave him a meaningful look.

“Don’t worry. It won’t take me long.”

“Promises, promises.”

After finding where his jeans had landed earlier in his haste, he pulled a fresh condom and a small tube of something out of the pocket, and slowly approached the drop cloth where she was still lazing. She felt tired and boneless, but she had an itch deep inside her only he would be able to scratch. He was magnificent naked; his only flaw was his injury and even that didn’t take away from him.

“Are you okay?” She eyed the tube which he had tossed to the side when he dropped to his knees. She wasn’t sure as wet as she had been—and still was—why he’d need that.

“I’m fine,” he responded, automatically knowing what she meant when she asked that question. He probably wouldn’t admit it if he wasn’t fine, but she wouldn’t push it.

She crooked a knee up, breaking his view of her most intimate parts. He came over and settled on his knees between her legs. He put a hand on each knee and spread them apart. “Don’t hide yourself.”

“I wasn’t.”

He just shot her a look. He ran a finger up both sides of her inner thighs until they met in the middle. He slid his palms around to her hips. “Flip over.” He pressed on her hips and helped her turn over until she was lying on her stomach, legs spread.

She didn’t want to see what he was doing; she just wanted to enjoy the sensation of his touch. Lips brushed along the back of her knees up to the tops of her thighs. Teeth and tongue scraped along her ass cheeks, making her flex her muscles there. She heard his deep chuckle behind her. “Jesus, your ass is so sweet.” He palmed her cheeks and squeezed them together, the sensation making her even wetter.

Colby finally turned to peek at him when he yanked her hips up and back, leaving nothing of her pussy to his imagination. He held her hips in place and just looked. And looked … until she got paranoid. What was wrong with her? Why was he just staring at her?

She tried to wiggle away but he just gripped her harder. “Uh-uh.” She noticed he was no longer semi-erect. And he released one hip just long enough to roll on a condom.

“Keep your head down and point your pussy toward the ceiling.”

She tucked her head in her arms and bit her lip. She wanted him inside her already.

What was he waiting for? “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Quiet.”

She felt him shift until his thighs pushed against her inner thighs, spreading her just a bit more. Still nothing. She let out a long, frustrated breath, trying to keep the whimper from escaping her. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she was going to come just from anticipation!

She felt him slide between her ass cheeks, all the way up until his balls pressed against her pussy lips. She couldn’t help it, she couldn’t hold back the whimper. He did it again; pulled back and then slid between her crease again, pushing her ass together as he did. It was a sensation she had never felt before, him sliding across that forbidden place.

It felt so good. But she would never, could never do that. Never.

He slid over her again, her ass cheeks still pinned together, and he let out an explosive breath mixed with a curse. He released one cheek just long enough to plunge two fingers into her wet pussy, and before she could even fathom what just happened he was pressing his now slick fingers to her anus. Rubbing the natural lubricant over it, circling her tight hole with his large fingers.

She whimpered again, from fear, from anticipation, from want.