Heat of the Storm (3 page)

He moved closer, the tip of his penis brushing over her ass cheeks and leaving a bead of pre-come on her skin.

Long fingers gripping her ass, digging into her
flesh…

She climaxed before he even entered her.

The orgasm tore into her body and sizzled down her spine, bringing with it streaks of lightning and a crash of thunder that had nothing to do with the storm wreaking havoc outside the farmhouse. Dear God.

She gasped for air, coming hard and fast, her soft cries and uncontrol able moans fil ing the bedroom.

She sank forward on her hands, unable to hold herself up, but Wil grabbed her hips and forced her to stay in position. He plunged his cock into her, the force of the thrust causing her to gasp again.

“Take it in,” he muttered, his fingers clutching her ass. “Al of it, Mackenzie.”

She inhaled deeply, forcing her muscles to relax.

He was big, his cock long and thick as it penetrated her to the hilt. With past lovers, she’d only taken in what she wanted, didn’t al ow them to push the boundaries, but Wil didn’t give her a choice. He slammed into her roughly, the only sound in the room that of flesh slapping against flesh and the low groans sliding out of his throat.

He gripped her hips tightly and drove into her with a pace that was feverish and wild. Her inner muscles clasped over his cock. “You’re so tight, Mac,” he ground out.

Rotating his hips, he slowed his pace, his warm hand reaching down to find her swol en clit. He rol ed the nub between his fingers, massaging it gently.

Arousal spun through her like a tornado, blowing across her flushed skin until she could barely breathe from the heat consuming her body. Wil grabbed her hand and brought it up to her clit, forced her to rub the slick flesh. She stroked herself, feeling another orgasm swel inside her. His breath was hot on the back of her neck as he pushed his cock into her again, slowly this time. Both arms wrapped around her from behind, his hands finding her breasts. He palmed each one and teased her rigid nipples with his thumbs.

“Yes,” she choked out. “Like that, touch me just like that.” Her climax grew closer, closer, closer…

He pinched her nipples. Hard.

Pain. Pleasure.

The incredible sensation sizzled her nipples, then scurried down her spine and grabbed hold of her sex.

She cried out his name as she came again, clawing at the sheets. He thrust into her, out and in and in and out until she had no clue where one orgasm began and another ended. Sweat coated her forehead, her legs felt numb, her body on fire.

Wil ’s fingers curled over her hips as he fucked her.

She wanted to turn her head and see his expression.

Wanted to know if he was as needy and aroused and overwhelmed as she was. But when she tried to tilt her head, he tangled his fingers in her dark hair and forced her to stay put.

A moment later he let out a hoarse cry, and then he poured his seed inside her. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before final y withdrawing. Her body instantly felt the loss. She whimpered in disappointment and fel onto the mattress, her breasts aching against the material of her nightie.

Rol ing onto her back, she looked up at Wil , her best friend, the man who’d just rocked her entire world. He stil wore his black long-sleeved T-shirt, but sweat coated the front, causing the material to cling to his rippled chest. She lowered her gaze and feasted on his lower body, the firm muscular thighs, the hard cock that had just brought her to a level of pleasure she’d never known.

Swal owing, she locked her gaze with his, floored by the stark desire she saw in his stormy dark eyes.

She managed a hesitant smile, suddenly feeling far too exposed as she lay on the bed in front of him, too exposed as she lay on the bed in front of him, naked from the waist down. “Wel ,” she started then cringed at the ridiculous conversation opener. “That was…” she struggled for words, “…nice.”
Nice? Yeah right.
The word didn’t come close to doing justice to what just happened between them.

His gaze swept over her face, his expression flickering with both approval and amusement. With a crooked grin, he grabbed his col ar and peeled the shirt off his spectacular chest.

Moving closer, he swept his tongue over his lower lip and said, “We’re just getting started, Mackenzie.” Chapter Two

Wil tossed his shirt aside and headed for the bed.

He’d never seen anything sexier than the sight of Mackenzie lying on that bed, her silky black hair fanned across the pil ow underneath her head, her legs spread open so wide he couldn’t help but feast his eyes on those damp, bare folds. Her pussy was tighter than he’d expected, her reaction to his sexual ministrations far more powerful than he could’ve ever anticipated.

He’d wanted this woman from the second he’d met her, back in sophomore year. She was fucking gorgeous, with al that tousled, raven-colored hair, eyes as blue as a glacier lake, that sexy, leggy body.

After she’d promptly relegated him to friend territory, he’d learned to appreciate her other attributes. The sharp wit, the contagious laughter, even the damn visions. Oh, he knew al about the visions, and he was wel aware that those psychic images were responsible for her determination to fight the attraction between them. She thought her gift scared men away. Maybe it did. But he wasn’t
some men
.

He was
the
man.

And tonight he intended to show Mackenzie exactly what he had to offer.

Never taking his eyes off her, he lowered his body onto the mattress and pressed it to hers. When he noticed she stil wore her thin gray nightshirt, he snatched the hem in his hands and pul ed the garment off her. His mouth watered at the sight of her tits. Ful , perky, with smal rosy nipples that stood to attention the moment his gaze dropped to them.

Mackenzie shivered.

He smiled faintly and reached out to stroke the swel of one breast. “What did you see tonight?” he asked roughly.

She blinked, surprised by the question. “What?” He massaged one tantalizing breast, enjoying the way her skin flushed under his gentle caress. “The vision in the living room. What did you see?”

“Nothing. There was no vision.”

She was lying. He always knew when she was being dishonest, saw it in the way her forehead creased, the way she averted her eyes.

“Tel me what you saw.”

“No.”

He removed his hand from her breast. Obvious disappointment shone in her blue eyes. She tried to guide his hand back to her tits, but he set his mouth in a firm line. “Tel me.”

A long silence stretched between them. The sound of rain hitting the windowpane fil ed the dark bedroom, a rhythmic pounding that echoed the thudding of his pulse. Mac shifted her head, and her hair tickled the bottom of his chin. He inhaled the scent of lilac and vanil a. The flowery aroma mingled with the sweet scent of sex lingering between them, flooding his senses and making his cock twitch. He wanted to fuck her again, but quickly reined in the desire. Not yet. Not until she told him what she’d seen, what had freaked her out so badly in the living room.

“I saw…” She sucked in a breath, then released it slowly, the warm stream of air heating his col arbone.

“I saw you.”

He raised one brow. “Me.”

“Yes.”

“What else?”

“This.”

“Be more specific.”

She let out a strangled groan. “I saw you fucking me, okay? I felt your cock inside me, your tongue al over my skin, your fingers dragging over every inch of my body. Satisfied?”

“Oh yeah.” He touched her chin and forced her to look at him. “Did it scare you?”

“What do you think?”

Her voice sounded so forlorn that he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Are you scared now?”

“No.”

“Good,” he said with a nod. Shifting over, he propped himself up on one elbow and eyed her curiously. “I want to know more.”

“I already told you everything. I had a vision of the two of us having sex. What more could you want?”

“I want you to tel me exactly what you saw.” He cupped one breast again and squeezed. “And while you tel me, I’m going to make every last detail come true.” He saw the hesitation in her sexy eyes and frowned. “Too late to back out, remember? So start talking, Mac.”

Her delicate throat bobbed as she swal owed. “In the vision your mouth was on my breasts.” He moved over so that he straddled her smooth, firm thighs. His cock nestled against her slick pussy, but he resisted the urge to slide inside that tight paradise. His mouth hovered over her breasts as he murmured, “What was I doing?”

“Kissing. Licking.”

He dipped his head and trailed open-mouth kisses along her skin. Fuck, he loved the taste of this woman.

Sweet, spicy, deliciously feminine. His tongue darted out, traced the swel of one breast, then the other.

“What else?”

“You were sucking my nipples.”

“Hard? Gentle?”

“Hard,” she wheezed out. “It…hurt. In a good way. I almost came from the feel of your teeth biting into me.”

He ignored the ever-growing hardness between his legs and brought the vision to life. He licked each nipple, flicked his tongue over them, and then drew one deep into his mouth. He sucked roughly, captured the tight bud between his teeth and bit it lightly.

“Like that?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

He circled her areola with his tongue, squeezing her other breast with his hand and feeling her heart pounding against his palm. His cock was so stiff he could barely move. He brushed his tongue over her flushed skin, then cupped her breasts and pushed them together so he could feast on both nipples. He was rougher than usual, nibbling on each turgid bud, sucking so hard he thought he might hurt her. But she didn’t seem to be in distress. Instead she moaned relentlessly, tangled her fingers in his hair and held onto his head to keep it on her tits.

With a ragged breath, he pul ed back. “What else happened in the vision?”

“You kissed your way down my body.” With a satisfied nod, he dragged his mouth south.

He didn’t leave one inch of her smooth, creamy skin unkissed. He circled her bel y button with his tongue, rubbed his lips over her hipbones, her flat stomach, al the way down to her bare cunt.

She moaned and arched her hips, thrusting into his waiting mouth.

“Did I lick you in the vision?” he muttered.

She responded with a soft sigh, which he took as a yes.

Parting her thighs with his palms, he pressed his lips to her and gave her one lazy lick. She tasted so damn sweet he couldn’t help but lap up her juices, before pushing his tongue inside her wet hole, thrusting in and out.

“What else?” he demanded, lifting his mouth a fraction of an inch. “What else did I do?”

“You…sucked on my clit.”

From the way she choked out the words, he could tel she was having trouble speaking. Good. He wanted her mindless with lust, wanted her to realize the pleasure he could bring her, the pleasure
only he
could bring her.

His pulse drummed in his ears, making it hard to think, breathe, act. But this wasn’t about him. This was about Mackenzie. He lowered his lips again and flicked his tongue over her swol en clit. When she bucked her hips, he reached for her legs and lifted each one over his shoulders. He tongued her for a few delicious moments, groaning when she wrapped her legs tighter over his shoulders and locked her ankles together.

Fuck, he didn’t know how long he could hold out.

His cock was harder than ever, soaked with pre-come and pleading to be inside Mac’s tightness again.

With a strangled breath, he raised his head and met her glazed eyes. “Did I make you come in the vision?”

She nodded, her expression tortured and aroused, her cheeks red with desire. “Twice.” He arched a brow. “That’s a tal order.” A tiny grin tugged at the corners of her lush mouth. “I think you can handle it.”

“I can handle anything you throw my way, baby.” He grinned back then dipped his head between her legs before she had a chance to reply to the arrogant remark.

Latching his lips over her clit, he sucked the tight bud in his mouth. Mac cried out, the cry transforming into a sexy moan when he shoved one finger deep inside her. He added a second finger, then a third.

Fingered her hard while he tongued her sweet spot until a low groan slipped from her throat and she exploded.

“Oh God…
Will
!”

Satisfaction

like

he’d

never

experienced

penetrated the very core of him, and his name on her lips made his cock twitch uncontrol ably. He nearly blew his load right then and there, from the feel of her clit pulsating against his tongue and her inner muscles clamping down on his fingers. She writhed on the bed, murmuring his name over and over again, and just when he felt her orgasm subside, he moved his other hand to her ass and shoved a finger inside it.

Another groan, wild with desire, slipped from her lips and she came a second time.

“Is that what you saw?” he murmured after she’d stopped shuddering.

She replied with a breathy moan.

Smiling, he slid up her body and covered her mouth with his. She kissed him back with fervor, her tongue eager and greedy as it explored every crevice of his mouth. He could stil taste her on his lips and knowing she could taste it too quickened his pulse and drove him wild with arousal.