NaughtyNature (8 page)

He started off pinching her nipples then licking each one
and Aria couldn’t hold back her needy moan. Instead of returning to her swollen
nipples Mac knelt in front of her and jerked her legs apart then swung her
around.

“I love your ass,” he whispered. “I especially love it red
and hot from the heat of my hand.” Soft kisses were pressed against her swollen
tender flesh, quickly followed by the erotic bite of Mac’s sharp teeth.

He rose against her, pushing his cock against her ass as he
reached around and captured her breasts, pinching the nipples hard enough to
make her arch and whimper before he moved back and slapped her ass, hard.

Aria gasped as each hit landed, always harder than the one
before. She could feel how hot her ass grew under the heat and sting of his
palm and she gasped with stunned pleasure with every blow.

So close, so close to coming, only one or two more strikes
would push her over the edge and into orgasm. But the smack never came. Instead
Mac whirled her back around, devouring her mouth, biting her lip then soothing
the hurt with gentle strokes of his tongue. His heavy cock brushed against her
naked flesh and she pushed against him.

Mac backed away from her, stroking his cock and pumping it
slowly while he looked at her. His face gleamed with a hot, hungry heat, his
thick brown hair spilled over his forehead. The muscles in his chest flexed
with every sure movement of his hand while the flat line of his stomach bunched
and tightened.

Licking her lips, Aria stared. His cock jerked in his hand
as he stroked it and stared back at her.

When his control broke she had nowhere to run. Mac came back
to her, grabbing her hips and lifting her legs until her spread thighs hung
over his broad shoulders. He divided her weight between her hands and his body.
Then he feasted. Aria could think of no other word to describe the intensity of
his touch. Her clit was swollen and hard. Mac caught it in his teeth.

Aria screamed and came in a geyser against his mouth.

Mac sucked her down, never stopping his sensual assault. His
tongue drove deep inside her wet and quivering pussy, sometimes stabbing,
sometimes stroking. There was no rhyme or pattern to his movements or touch.
He’d bite her clit, tongue-fuck her then gently lick her from top to bottom.

Aria lost herself in orgasms. She came again and again until
her body shook in one long orgasm that had her screaming, pleading. Begging him
to stop, that she couldn’t take any more.

Mac barely lifted his cream-drenched face from her body. “My
game, my rules, my woman.” He went straight back to torturing her, this time
adding his fingers and screwing them in and out of her.

Her body bucked in another brain-melting orgasm and Mac blew
a soft, gentle breath across her soaking pussy. Just a whisper of a touch
brushed against her clit and she screamed.

In a distant part of her brain she was aware of being moved,
that her legs no longer rested on Mac’s wide shoulders. Her feet hit the thick
carpet and she scrambled to find purchase in the expensive floor covering.

In slow motion Aria watched Mac rise to his feet. His cock
thick, swollen and pulsing against his flat belly as he grabbed her hips and
pulled her slowly to him. He waited for their eyes to meet. “My rules, my
woman,” he stated emphatically before driving ruthlessly inside her swollen,
weeping core.

The previous orgasms had made her tighter than ever before
and her body made Mac work for every inch his cock took. She shuddered and
twisted and moaned at the invasion. But Mac gave no quarter, just continued to
thrust in short jabbing stabs to plant himself deep inside her. When he finally
drove completely in, Aria swore she felt him hitting her womb.

He jerked her thighs wide open and took her in the roughest,
hardest fuck of her life. Aria never felt so used, so abused or so necessary in
her life. She sobbed with each ram of his cock, begged for its return at his
withdrawal.

Lowering his head and hitching her up at the same time, Mac
latched on to one pebbled nipple and bit down hard. Aria bucked wildly in his
arms, her screams echoing in the room as her lover-tormentor showed no mercy.
Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his lean waist and met him thrust for
thrust. Fucked him back as hard and desperately as he fucked her.

They stared into each other’s eyes as their bodies came
together in a rush of heat and greed. The wet sound of flesh hitting flesh
filled the room along with their rough breathing and desperate moans and pleas.

Mac pulled out and slammed back in, hard. She whimpered his
name. His eyes never left her. She felt the tension and power in his thighs,
back and hips as he rammed his cock through her inflamed, tense pussy.

Too much, Aria tried to whisper. Too much pleasure, too much
fire, too much desire. She wouldn’t live through this rough, passionate loving.
She used her internal muscles to clutch him tight, trying to hold on each time
he left her body and forcing him to fight his way back in. He caught her mouth
in a wet, desperate kiss that only fueled the fire burning bright and hot in
her veins. Mac fucked her deep and hard, over and over again as she screamed
and shouted his name.

They fell into a desperately intense rhythm as each time Mac
slammed deep inside Aria’s aching pussy she screamed his name and fought to
take him deeper inside her body.

The ecstasy exploded through Aria and she gave in and gave
over to the rolling tsunami of intense pleasure taking her apart. She didn’t
fight as Mac grabbed her hips in a bruising hold and held her still while he
jack-hammered inside her. His lips pressed against her mouth, her name a
whisper or plea escaping on his panting breaths.

They fell into each other as their orgasms swept everything
else away but the pleasure and completion. Mac’s hands squeezing rhythmically
on her hips, stroking his hands down her legs to pull her more tightly against
him as he came shuddering inside her.

* * * * *

Minutes or hours later, Mac somehow summoned the strength to
release Aria’s hands from the cuffs and stumble them both to bed.

He woke to see her bright eyes already open and staring at
him.

“What’s the matter, honey? Was I too rough on you?” He
didn’t think so. Mac made sure to watch her body for all the telltale signs of
real pain versus pleasure-pain. Nothing had caught his eye, but what if, in his
haze of passion, he’d missed something? “Answer me honestly, please, just as
Mac and Aria, for now.”

With a flick of his hand Mac had the sheet off their naked
bodies and his hands ran up and down Aria’s soft, delicate skin. He wanted her
to understand that even in bed he could tone down his dominant side as needed.

“Mac,” her fingers pushed against his shoulders. “I’m fine,
really. You didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want or enjoy. Thank you for
everything.”

Finally he stopped and looked up at her. “Then what’s wrong?
You have that look in your eye.”

A half frown, half smile tilted her lips at his comment.
“You think you know my moods and expressions so well after only one night?”

Not able to stop himself, Mac pressed a quick kiss to her
nose then rested his forehead against her. “I’d know you after five minutes.
I’d know you in a dark room filled with a thousand strangers.” He lifted his
forehead. His heart racing, Mac laid everything on the line, “I’d know you
anywhere. You’re a part of me.”

Aria’s eyes grew watery and like every other sane man in the
world Mac panicked. “Shit,” he swept the sheet up and tried to gently mop up
his lover’s falling tears. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s too
soon. It’s okay, we’ll take things slow. Breakfast,” he snapped his fingers,
proud of the normal, everyday idea. “We’ll go have breakfast and get to know
each other. Slow and easy, all nice and normal, okay?”

A few sniffles later and Aria finally lifted her gaze. “Mac,
I don’t understand how this can be real. I didn’t know you existed yesterday,
but now I can’t imagine not having you with me, around me…in me.” She shook her
head, black silky curls danced around her heart-shaped face.

“My grandpop said Hudson men know when they meet
the one
.
I knew the minute I saw you what we could have together.” Once the words were
out Mac felt the tension and nerves flow out of him. Maybe the truth would
spook her, but at least Aria would understand this, his feelings, their
feelings weren’t part of any game. “Give me a chance to show you who I am
outside the bedroom. To find out who you are out there in reality.”

“This is crazy,” she protested softly, but ran her hands
through his hair.

Right then Mac knew they’d be okay. Somehow, someway they’d
make their relationship work, but first things first.

He leaned over, smacked Aria’s sweet ass and jumped out of
bed. “Come on, woman, we’ve got a lot to find out about each other and I’m on
call in forty-eight hours. So get moving!”

“On call?” A confused expression crossed her face. “You’re a
what? Fireman, cop, doctor or some super secret spy man out to save the world?”

“ER doctor at your service,” Mac smiled sweetly as he came
to her and held her gently in his arms. “I told you there were a lot of things
we needed to talk about. Breakfast?”

Mac could tell by the look in Aria’s eyes that she knew he
was offering so much more than a simple morning meal. Air caught in his lungs
as he waited for her to speak.

“Breakfast sounds great. I know the perfect place, but first
I think we both need to get cleaned up.”

The elation and sheer joy exploded through him at her words
and he couldn’t stop himself from swinging her around in his arms.

“You won’t regret this,” he promised, setting Aria back on
her feet.

“Oh I don’t intend to, Mac.” She crooked her finger at him
and Mac knew he’d willingly follow this woman anywhere, no matter where she
led. So long as they ended up together with her tied down for both their
pleasure.

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