It was light and playful and the hours passed quickly.
Before she knew it the deck was clean. She went into the house and fixed them sandwiches. They ate at one of the shaded tables on the deck.
“This reminds me of lunch on the quad in high school,”
she said. “Do you remember?”
“Not really.”
“Oh, that’s right. You were too cool to join the masses.”
He snorted. “I was out smoking in the parking lot during lunch hour.”
“Tsk tsk. Such a bad boy.”
His grin was devastating, making her heart skip a beat.
“That’s what turned you on, if I remember right. That bad boy streak in me. The thrill of the forbidden.”
He was so right. At first, anyway. She remembered running out to her car one day at lunch because she’d left a book there she’d need for an afternoon class. Mac had been in the parking lot with a group of other guys. Some of the guys spotted her, came up to her and started teasing her, cornered her. She’d been scared to death, wondering what they were going to do. Mac had sauntered into the middle of the group and told the guys to get lost, that Lily was a friend of his and she was cool. The guys had shrugged and walked away.
Lily had been stunned Mac had come to her rescue, especially since she didn’t know him at all. She’d thanked him, but he blew her off, said no big deal and left her standing there by her car.
To her it had been a big deal, and she’d made it a point to find him again, to figure out who he was.
“You were my knight in shining armor,” she said.
His brows lifted. “Is that right?”
“Or maybe a bad boy in shining leather?”
He grinned. “Sounds more like me.”
They finished their sandwiches and spent an hour after that just lazing away in the shade, cooling down their bodies and relaxing.
“Your face is getting sunburned,” Mac said.
“It is?”
“Yeah.” He reached out and brushed his thumb across the tip of her nose. “You look like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”
She pushed his thumb away. “I do not.”
“Your cheeks are red, too. Are you blushing?”
She snorted. “Hardly. After what we’ve been through together, you can’t make me blush.”
He arched a brow. “Wanna bet?”
The challenge in his gaze warmed her more than the sun had. She took a long swallow of water and shook her head.
“Not a chance. I don’t want to take your money.”
He braced his elbows on the table and leaned closer.
“Baby, I can definitely make you blush. All over, in fact.”
Lily didn’t even want to think about all the ways he could do that. Then again, maybe that’s exactly what she wanted.
“Prove it,” she challenged.
Without a word, he pushed his chair back and stood, then came around to her side of the table.
“Stand up,” he said.
Curious and excited, she stood and turned to face him.
“Now turn around.”
She quirked a brow. “Huh?”
He grasped her shoulders and turned her so her back was to him and she faced the water. His chest brushed her back, his h*ps nestled against her buttocks. When he wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her in to him, she resisted the urge to let out a purr of delight. It always felt so good to be held against him.
“Ever make love outside, Lily?” he whispered against her neck.
Tremors of sensation shuddered through her nerve endings at the dark promise in his voice.
“No.”
“You’re going to.”
Her eyes widened. “Here?” Her gaze darted toward the trees and coves nearby. No boats had cruised by them, but there were other properties, other houses. People could see.
“Mac, that’s not a good idea.”
“I don’t care. I want you and I’m going to f**k you right here.”
His c**k was already hardening against her, the firm ridge of his shaft pressing insistently against her buttocks.
Despite her shock at what he proposed, her ni**les tightened and her pu**y quivered. The thought of him touching her out here, making love to her in such a public place, excited her.
“Everyone has a little of the exhibitionist in them, baby,” he said, sliding his hand over the plane of her stomach.
Her belly did somersaults in response. “Knowing that someone could be watching, could be getting off on seeing you and me together…doesn’t that turn you on just a little?”
She didn’t want to admit that it did, but she couldn’t help herself. “Yes.”
He moved his hand upward, his fingers widening as he splayed them over her ribcage, coming to rest just underneath her bikini top. Her heart pounded against his palm.
“Are you scared?”
“No.” Excited, yes. But she wasn’t frightened. Mac would look out for her. He always had.
“Your heart is beating fast. I’ll bet you’re creaming in your bikini bottoms, too.”
He was right. She was wet, her pu**y throbbing in anticipation of his touch, his mouth on her clit, licking her and giving her the orgasm she craved.
“You’re going to have to learn to tell me what you’re thinking, to voice those nasty little thoughts rolling around in your mind. I want to hear them. They make my dick hard.”
“I’m wondering when you’re going to touch me.”
“I am touching you.” He moved his hand across to the other side of her ribcage, teasing her with his fingers, but not touching her breasts.
“Touch me more.”
“How?”
She wanted him to rip off her top, pluck her nipples, suck on them. She needed so much more than what he was giving her. “Touch my breasts.”
He moved both hands up and covered her breasts. Oh, no, that wasn’t right. He’d left her top on.
“No, not like that.” Her breathing had become labored, her voice low.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want your hands on my skin.”
“You want me to take your top off? Out here, where someone might see?”
Damn him for teasing her like this. “Yes, take it off.”
She didn’t care. She needed his hands molded to her skin, touching her nipples. She wanted to feel that sensation between her legs, firing up her arousal.
He untied the top and it fell forward, releasing her breasts. When his hands covered the mounds, she let out a whimper that was a mixture of relief and agony. She focused on the sensations his hands created, but couldn’t help scanning the area. Her br**sts were exposed. Could someone see? And if they did, what would they think?
The thought excited her.
“I think you like this,” Mac said, sliding his thumbs over her nipples.
She gasped and he rolled the buds between his fingers, pulling a little harder. He rocked his h*ps against her, his c**k fully hard now, his breath hot on her neck. He placed light nibbles on the tender spot between her neck and shoulder, and she shivered in response.
This was absolutely wicked. She felt so bare. Even though she was half shaded under the canopy, anyone really looking could spot them. She never knew being an exhibitionist could be so arousing. And the strange thing was, she really didn’t care who was watching, especially when Mac’s fingers crept down her stomach, then lower, skimming the edge of her shorts.
She knew where he was going, and she was desperate for him to touch her there, to feel his hand cupping her sex, his fingers dipping inside her. And she wanted him to do it right here.
He paused, his fingers teasing the top edge of her bikini. She shivered at the sensation.
“Are you wet, Lily? Do you want me to touch your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want my fingers inside you?”
“Oh, God. Yes, you know I do.” Her pu**y quivered.
“Pumping deep, then drawing all that sweet pu**y juice out to coat your clit. Is that what you want me to do?”
He was making her crazy. He was doing this deliberately, toying with the edges of her bikini, but not touching her where she needed it the most.
“Yes,” she said, tilting her head back to rest on his shoulder. “Make me come, Mac. Hurry.”
He slipped his hand inside her shorts, pulled the ties on the sides of her bikini and jerked it free, tossing it on the table.
“That was in my way,” he said, his voice a low growl against her ear.
The tension in his voice was evident. He was as taut with need as she was. She barely caught her breath from his removal of her bikini bottoms before his hand covered her pussy. The heat of his palm was like stoking an already raging bonfire. She arched against his hand, curling into that singeing contact.
And then he began to stroke her, with soft, silky movements, coating his hand with the cream spilling from her pussy. Now wet, his hand glided over her in a smooth rhythm, and each time he brushed her cl*tshe felt a stroke of lightning deep in her core. It was like a shockwave of electricity, the most pleasurable kind imaginable.
“Damn, baby, you are wet.” He dipped the tip of one finger between her folds, teasing her with what could be. It was sheer torment, because he removed it, continuing the slow torture of his caresses.
“Please,” she begged, not caring how it sounded. Mac was in control of this, of her. She needed what he could give, and she’d do anything to get it. She wanted this exposure, to feel the sunshine warming her pu**y while his mouth covered her aching clit.
“Tell me what you want, Lily.”
“Lick me.”
His tongue lashed out against her earlobe. “Like this?”
She shivered, goose bumps breaking out over her heated body. “No.”
“Where do you want it?”
“I want your mouth on my pussy.”
He withdrew his hand and dragged her to the picnic table across the deck. No canopy there, only bright sunlight and open to the water.
“Lay down on the table.”
She lay on her back, her legs dangling over the edge of the table. His eyes were so dark with passion…she felt drugged looking at him. No smile creased the lines alongside his eyes.
Only concentration and deep need—so serious, so intense. Her heart slammed against her ribs and she found it hard to breathe.
“Lift,” he commanded.
When she did, he grasped the top of her shorts and dragged them down her thighs. When he pulled them off, he widened her legs and stepped between them. She arched up to reach for him, but he splayed his hand over her chest to keep her in place.
“Uh-uh. Stay put. You’re mine.”
His. Was she really? For the moment, yes, and that’s all she cared about. This moment, and what he was going to do to her. She relaxed and shielded her eyes from the sun, keeping her head tilted up so she could watch Mac pull up the bench and sit between her legs. He shot a quick glance at her, his lips curving into a devilish grin before he dragged her down along the smooth table, her pu**y balancing just at the edge.
His mouth covered her sex, and she let out a shriek she had no hope of holding in, because his lips were warm, his mouth wet, his tongue circling her cl*twith soft, slow strokes meant to tease and torment. She couldn’t bear it, she was already so close to orgasm. She jerked upward, grinding against his face in desperation. He slid his hands underneath her buttocks and held her while he feasted on her pussy, licking her up and down as if she were a fast-melting ice cream cone and he wanted to slurp every last drop before it spilled.
She was spilling, all right. Her cl**ax rushed at her like a fast-breaking ocean wave, and she held tight to the edge of the table as it rocked her senseless. The hot rush of liquid seeped down the crack of her ass as she flooded his face with come. She shook in uncontrollable spasms with each wave crashing over her. Mac, utterly relentless, licked her, sliding his tongue inside her pu**y to lap up every drop until she lay limp and panting.
But if she thought she’d have time to recover, she was wrong. He stood and lifted his shirt over his head. So overwhelmed by her orgasm, she lay there, staring at his chiseled body while he dropped his shorts and took his c**k in his hands. He stroked it for her, fisting it in a tight grip and using slow, deliberate motions from base to tip. Pearly drops formed at the head, and she licked her lips, eager to taste him.
“Don’t even think about moving,” he warned, continuing to thrust his c**k into his tightly fisted grip. “I’m going to f**k you right there. Plant your feet on the table.”
Renewed desire sparked within her as she watched him masturbate. She bent her knees and flattened her feet on the edge of the table. Mac moved forward between her legs and slid inside her with a firm push. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, exhaling in a moan that signaled the sweet pleasure she felt at his entry. He stretched the walls of her vagina, striking nerve endings that no man had ever hit. Maybe it was a psychological thing. Surely one penis was just as good as another, wasn’t it?
Then again, maybe not, because no man ever touched her inside like Mac did.
He withdrew and surged forward again. Lily gasped as sensation exploded inside her. She lifted her h*ps to drive more of his c**k inside her.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes and her breath caught, the explosion catapulting her and rocking her senses. Because what really drove her pleasure was his eyes, the way he looked at her. He wasn’t centered on her pussy, he wasn’t getting off on watching where they were joined; he was watching her face.
With every thrust, he looked in her eyes for her reaction.
He was watching her. The whole woman, not just the body. He was searching beyond the physical, reaching for all of her.
Before she knew it the deck was clean. She went into the house and fixed them sandwiches. They ate at one of the shaded tables on the deck.
“This reminds me of lunch on the quad in high school,”
she said. “Do you remember?”
“Not really.”
“Oh, that’s right. You were too cool to join the masses.”
He snorted. “I was out smoking in the parking lot during lunch hour.”
“Tsk tsk. Such a bad boy.”
His grin was devastating, making her heart skip a beat.
“That’s what turned you on, if I remember right. That bad boy streak in me. The thrill of the forbidden.”
He was so right. At first, anyway. She remembered running out to her car one day at lunch because she’d left a book there she’d need for an afternoon class. Mac had been in the parking lot with a group of other guys. Some of the guys spotted her, came up to her and started teasing her, cornered her. She’d been scared to death, wondering what they were going to do. Mac had sauntered into the middle of the group and told the guys to get lost, that Lily was a friend of his and she was cool. The guys had shrugged and walked away.
Lily had been stunned Mac had come to her rescue, especially since she didn’t know him at all. She’d thanked him, but he blew her off, said no big deal and left her standing there by her car.
To her it had been a big deal, and she’d made it a point to find him again, to figure out who he was.
“You were my knight in shining armor,” she said.
His brows lifted. “Is that right?”
“Or maybe a bad boy in shining leather?”
He grinned. “Sounds more like me.”
They finished their sandwiches and spent an hour after that just lazing away in the shade, cooling down their bodies and relaxing.
“Your face is getting sunburned,” Mac said.
“It is?”
“Yeah.” He reached out and brushed his thumb across the tip of her nose. “You look like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”
She pushed his thumb away. “I do not.”
“Your cheeks are red, too. Are you blushing?”
She snorted. “Hardly. After what we’ve been through together, you can’t make me blush.”
He arched a brow. “Wanna bet?”
The challenge in his gaze warmed her more than the sun had. She took a long swallow of water and shook her head.
“Not a chance. I don’t want to take your money.”
He braced his elbows on the table and leaned closer.
“Baby, I can definitely make you blush. All over, in fact.”
Lily didn’t even want to think about all the ways he could do that. Then again, maybe that’s exactly what she wanted.
“Prove it,” she challenged.
Without a word, he pushed his chair back and stood, then came around to her side of the table.
“Stand up,” he said.
Curious and excited, she stood and turned to face him.
“Now turn around.”
She quirked a brow. “Huh?”
He grasped her shoulders and turned her so her back was to him and she faced the water. His chest brushed her back, his h*ps nestled against her buttocks. When he wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her in to him, she resisted the urge to let out a purr of delight. It always felt so good to be held against him.
“Ever make love outside, Lily?” he whispered against her neck.
Tremors of sensation shuddered through her nerve endings at the dark promise in his voice.
“No.”
“You’re going to.”
Her eyes widened. “Here?” Her gaze darted toward the trees and coves nearby. No boats had cruised by them, but there were other properties, other houses. People could see.
“Mac, that’s not a good idea.”
“I don’t care. I want you and I’m going to f**k you right here.”
His c**k was already hardening against her, the firm ridge of his shaft pressing insistently against her buttocks.
Despite her shock at what he proposed, her ni**les tightened and her pu**y quivered. The thought of him touching her out here, making love to her in such a public place, excited her.
“Everyone has a little of the exhibitionist in them, baby,” he said, sliding his hand over the plane of her stomach.
Her belly did somersaults in response. “Knowing that someone could be watching, could be getting off on seeing you and me together…doesn’t that turn you on just a little?”
She didn’t want to admit that it did, but she couldn’t help herself. “Yes.”
He moved his hand upward, his fingers widening as he splayed them over her ribcage, coming to rest just underneath her bikini top. Her heart pounded against his palm.
“Are you scared?”
“No.” Excited, yes. But she wasn’t frightened. Mac would look out for her. He always had.
“Your heart is beating fast. I’ll bet you’re creaming in your bikini bottoms, too.”
He was right. She was wet, her pu**y throbbing in anticipation of his touch, his mouth on her clit, licking her and giving her the orgasm she craved.
“You’re going to have to learn to tell me what you’re thinking, to voice those nasty little thoughts rolling around in your mind. I want to hear them. They make my dick hard.”
“I’m wondering when you’re going to touch me.”
“I am touching you.” He moved his hand across to the other side of her ribcage, teasing her with his fingers, but not touching her breasts.
“Touch me more.”
“How?”
She wanted him to rip off her top, pluck her nipples, suck on them. She needed so much more than what he was giving her. “Touch my breasts.”
He moved both hands up and covered her breasts. Oh, no, that wasn’t right. He’d left her top on.
“No, not like that.” Her breathing had become labored, her voice low.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want your hands on my skin.”
“You want me to take your top off? Out here, where someone might see?”
Damn him for teasing her like this. “Yes, take it off.”
She didn’t care. She needed his hands molded to her skin, touching her nipples. She wanted to feel that sensation between her legs, firing up her arousal.
He untied the top and it fell forward, releasing her breasts. When his hands covered the mounds, she let out a whimper that was a mixture of relief and agony. She focused on the sensations his hands created, but couldn’t help scanning the area. Her br**sts were exposed. Could someone see? And if they did, what would they think?
The thought excited her.
“I think you like this,” Mac said, sliding his thumbs over her nipples.
She gasped and he rolled the buds between his fingers, pulling a little harder. He rocked his h*ps against her, his c**k fully hard now, his breath hot on her neck. He placed light nibbles on the tender spot between her neck and shoulder, and she shivered in response.
This was absolutely wicked. She felt so bare. Even though she was half shaded under the canopy, anyone really looking could spot them. She never knew being an exhibitionist could be so arousing. And the strange thing was, she really didn’t care who was watching, especially when Mac’s fingers crept down her stomach, then lower, skimming the edge of her shorts.
She knew where he was going, and she was desperate for him to touch her there, to feel his hand cupping her sex, his fingers dipping inside her. And she wanted him to do it right here.
He paused, his fingers teasing the top edge of her bikini. She shivered at the sensation.
“Are you wet, Lily? Do you want me to touch your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want my fingers inside you?”
“Oh, God. Yes, you know I do.” Her pu**y quivered.
“Pumping deep, then drawing all that sweet pu**y juice out to coat your clit. Is that what you want me to do?”
He was making her crazy. He was doing this deliberately, toying with the edges of her bikini, but not touching her where she needed it the most.
“Yes,” she said, tilting her head back to rest on his shoulder. “Make me come, Mac. Hurry.”
He slipped his hand inside her shorts, pulled the ties on the sides of her bikini and jerked it free, tossing it on the table.
“That was in my way,” he said, his voice a low growl against her ear.
The tension in his voice was evident. He was as taut with need as she was. She barely caught her breath from his removal of her bikini bottoms before his hand covered her pussy. The heat of his palm was like stoking an already raging bonfire. She arched against his hand, curling into that singeing contact.
And then he began to stroke her, with soft, silky movements, coating his hand with the cream spilling from her pussy. Now wet, his hand glided over her in a smooth rhythm, and each time he brushed her cl*tshe felt a stroke of lightning deep in her core. It was like a shockwave of electricity, the most pleasurable kind imaginable.
“Damn, baby, you are wet.” He dipped the tip of one finger between her folds, teasing her with what could be. It was sheer torment, because he removed it, continuing the slow torture of his caresses.
“Please,” she begged, not caring how it sounded. Mac was in control of this, of her. She needed what he could give, and she’d do anything to get it. She wanted this exposure, to feel the sunshine warming her pu**y while his mouth covered her aching clit.
“Tell me what you want, Lily.”
“Lick me.”
His tongue lashed out against her earlobe. “Like this?”
She shivered, goose bumps breaking out over her heated body. “No.”
“Where do you want it?”
“I want your mouth on my pussy.”
He withdrew his hand and dragged her to the picnic table across the deck. No canopy there, only bright sunlight and open to the water.
“Lay down on the table.”
She lay on her back, her legs dangling over the edge of the table. His eyes were so dark with passion…she felt drugged looking at him. No smile creased the lines alongside his eyes.
Only concentration and deep need—so serious, so intense. Her heart slammed against her ribs and she found it hard to breathe.
“Lift,” he commanded.
When she did, he grasped the top of her shorts and dragged them down her thighs. When he pulled them off, he widened her legs and stepped between them. She arched up to reach for him, but he splayed his hand over her chest to keep her in place.
“Uh-uh. Stay put. You’re mine.”
His. Was she really? For the moment, yes, and that’s all she cared about. This moment, and what he was going to do to her. She relaxed and shielded her eyes from the sun, keeping her head tilted up so she could watch Mac pull up the bench and sit between her legs. He shot a quick glance at her, his lips curving into a devilish grin before he dragged her down along the smooth table, her pu**y balancing just at the edge.
His mouth covered her sex, and she let out a shriek she had no hope of holding in, because his lips were warm, his mouth wet, his tongue circling her cl*twith soft, slow strokes meant to tease and torment. She couldn’t bear it, she was already so close to orgasm. She jerked upward, grinding against his face in desperation. He slid his hands underneath her buttocks and held her while he feasted on her pussy, licking her up and down as if she were a fast-melting ice cream cone and he wanted to slurp every last drop before it spilled.
She was spilling, all right. Her cl**ax rushed at her like a fast-breaking ocean wave, and she held tight to the edge of the table as it rocked her senseless. The hot rush of liquid seeped down the crack of her ass as she flooded his face with come. She shook in uncontrollable spasms with each wave crashing over her. Mac, utterly relentless, licked her, sliding his tongue inside her pu**y to lap up every drop until she lay limp and panting.
But if she thought she’d have time to recover, she was wrong. He stood and lifted his shirt over his head. So overwhelmed by her orgasm, she lay there, staring at his chiseled body while he dropped his shorts and took his c**k in his hands. He stroked it for her, fisting it in a tight grip and using slow, deliberate motions from base to tip. Pearly drops formed at the head, and she licked her lips, eager to taste him.
“Don’t even think about moving,” he warned, continuing to thrust his c**k into his tightly fisted grip. “I’m going to f**k you right there. Plant your feet on the table.”
Renewed desire sparked within her as she watched him masturbate. She bent her knees and flattened her feet on the edge of the table. Mac moved forward between her legs and slid inside her with a firm push. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, exhaling in a moan that signaled the sweet pleasure she felt at his entry. He stretched the walls of her vagina, striking nerve endings that no man had ever hit. Maybe it was a psychological thing. Surely one penis was just as good as another, wasn’t it?
Then again, maybe not, because no man ever touched her inside like Mac did.
He withdrew and surged forward again. Lily gasped as sensation exploded inside her. She lifted her h*ps to drive more of his c**k inside her.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes and her breath caught, the explosion catapulting her and rocking her senses. Because what really drove her pleasure was his eyes, the way he looked at her. He wasn’t centered on her pussy, he wasn’t getting off on watching where they were joined; he was watching her face.
With every thrust, he looked in her eyes for her reaction.
He was watching her. The whole woman, not just the body. He was searching beyond the physical, reaching for all of her.
