Heavy Issues Part 7

He laughed softly at the way her voice trembled. "Haven't you figured it out already, babe?" he said in her ear. "When it comes to s.e.x, I like to run the show. I'm a control freak."

"Only when it comes to s.e.x?" she repeated in a mocking tone. Then her breath caught in her throat. "Wait a sec. You mean a regular control freak or the super-deluxe, yes-master-no-master-collar-me-and-put-me-on-my-knees-master version? Because frankly I don't-"

He barked out a laugh. "Just the regular kind, sweetheart. I love any scenario where I'm dominant, but I don't go for slave fantasies. Or for pain. No collars, no whips, no cans, no s.h.i.t like that. Although you can call me master anytime you want. I won't mind."

She gave him a scowl. "Sure, because you need the extra encourage-"

That last word died on her throat as he splayed his hands over her stomach and caressed her, feeling her flesh clench under his touch. Then he moved higher, over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He couldn't feel any skin under his fingers, just hard material.

"What's that?" By the feel of it, a roadblock the size of Alaska.

"What? Ah, vintage bra."

He glanced over. Yep, it looked like those bras from the fifties, hard cups and a death trap of hooks almost reaching to her midriff.

Then it dawned on him. "Ah, now I get it. The long sleeves, the tight jeans, the belt, the vintage bra. All this is to keep me out, right?"

She harrumphed. "For all the good it's doing me, I shouldn't have bothered."

He laughed. "Oh, sweetheart, all you have to say is no."

"Really?"

He nodded and kissed her jaw, nibbling and licking down her neck, feeling her pulse beat madly against his lips while he cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and she shuddered. "But you can't say no, can you?"

Her nipples were so tight he could feel them through the thick material. As he began playing with them, she let out a soft moan and strained against him. "No...I can't say no."

Thank f.u.c.king G.o.d. For a second he'd feared she was going to turn him down. Cole would have walked away from her, howling at the moon from the injustice of it, but he would have. He was relieved it wasn't the case, because he needed to touch her, all over. Delve between her soft thighs. Feel again her p.u.s.s.y clenching madly around him. Like the other night, when she'd started coming right away. So d.a.m.n s.e.xy. That hot pressure was probably going to be permanently imprinted in his brain.

He hadn't gotten any sleep. His s.e.xed-up imagination hadn't let him. He'd tried very hard not to think about her soft t.i.ts, her heart-stopping a.s.s, her killer smile. The way she nibbled at her lower lip and blew her bangs away from her eyes. He'd tried not to imagine how it would feel to have her splayed open for him, her t.i.ts bouncing as he nailed her. But he'd failed miserably. The more he'd tried to stop thinking about her, the more aggressively the images popped into his mind.

Christy on all fours, so tempting, her p.u.s.s.y dripping wet, her folds puffy and ready for him. Christy turning to him, her hair cascading over her arm, those s.e.xy lips of hers swollen from his kisses as he moved over and mounted her, no preliminaries, just straight in to the hilt, with his hand gripping her hair, his body jackhammering her to the bed. And now he was done imagining. Done denying himself. Done fighting the attraction. He was going to throw himself into it and pray really hard it wouldn't backfire on him.

As he began working the b.u.t.ton on her jeans, she stiffened, but he turned her face to him and took her mouth, stealing any protest she might have uttered. Christy's body softened right away. She tasted so good. He wasn't too big on kissing, never liked the intimacy and closeness of it, but, boy, could he get used to sucking at these sweet lips.

"Your skin is so smooth and soft, I love it," he whispered to her while his fingers brushed the waistband of her panties and dipped under it.

She jerked. "Cole, stop. We need to talk," she said, trying to wrench his hand away from her crotch.

"Okay, babe, let's talk." He stilled his touch. He didn't know whether he'd be able to listen to a d.a.m.n thing with the way his blood was pounding in his ears, but whatever, he'd give it a try.

She squirmed, but he kept his hold on her, his hand cupping her mound proprietarily, his middle finger sinking between her folds from all her writhing.

"Cole, this would work much smoother if you remove your hand from between my legs."

"Why? Are you gonna be talking with your p.u.s.s.y?" They could talk, but he needed the contact.

She harrumphed but let it go. "My body...my body is not like yours."

"Thank G.o.d for that."

"I'm serious, Cole. I mean your body is...well, your body is d.a.m.ned perfect. Mine isn't."

"Bulls.h.i.t."

She ignored him. "It didn't bother me this much when I was with other men. Their bodies were normal, but yours is breathtaking. It makes me more self-conscious than usual."

He clenched his jaw. He so didn't want to hear her talk about being with other men. He was going to interrupt, but she hurried on. "I was fat, Cole. Very fat. I'm not talking about panicking for being five pounds overweight, or for eating one extra carrot. No, I'm talking about seventy extra pounds. I'm talking about years and years of gaining and losing dozens of pounds, shrinking and ballooning like a...like a frigging puffer fish. I was either on my way up, bingeing my brains out, or I was on my way down, starving myself, which, believe me, never lasted. At my heaviest I was two hundred pounds. Two hundred pounds, Cole. I don't think you realize what that is."

"Babe, I weigh more than two hundred pounds."

She snorted. "Duh! Hard muscle all of it, not to mention you stand at six feet four. I was six feet four...wide. I know it's difficult to imagine now that I'm more or less a normal size, and I look more acceptable..."

Acceptable? She thought she looked acceptable? Cole couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd seen her bossing his men around in the library, and although she'd said she was just a programmer, Annie had mentioned that Christy was considered something of a software genius. It was unbelievable how someone as confident and as smart in other areas would now look so vulnerable and unsure when talking about her body. A body that was making his c.o.c.k stand so hard for so long he feared it was going to crack at the base every time he tried to separate it from his stomach, where it had taken up permanent residence since first seeing Christy.

"I don't know what you see in the mirror when you stare at yourself, sweet thing, but this is what your body does to me," he said, pressing his throbbing erection against her. "I've been hard since the first moment I saw you. You've hijacked my brain and my body. So much so that nowadays I count myself lucky the mornings I wake up with a motherf.u.c.king b.o.n.e.r instead of coming all over myself. You're more than acceptable, honey. h.e.l.l, any more acceptable and you'd give me a stroke."

"Maybe while dressed I'm acceptable," she interrupted him. "I'm better now, I lost the extra weight, but my body still bears the scars. And I'm thirty-four, not one of those extremely skinny twenty-five-year-old bimbos with t.i.ts pointing north who run after you. I'm not what you're accustomed to."

That ticked him off. "What would you know about what I'm accustomed to? Have you seen me ever f.u.c.king any of those bimbos? No, you haven't, because I don't. They are just kids. I'm thirty-seven. I like real women, with real t.i.ts and real a.s.ses. Half-starved Lolitas don't turn me on."

She pressed on. "Before I got a hold on my craziness with food, I managed to do some harm to my body, Cole. I've got cottage cheese thighs. And m.u.f.fin top too."

"m.u.f.fin what?"

"You know, that fat that comes over the waist of the jeans?"

He chuckled. "You're nuts."

"My belly is covered in stretch marks," she told him.

"This belly?" he asked, caressing it. "I feel nothing but smooth, soft female skin. And no m.u.f.fin top either."

"I used creams. The marks are small, but they are there. And there's not only that." Now that she'd started, she seemed eager to let it out. "My body jiggles. My muscles aren't as firm as they should be. Neither are my b.r.e.a.s.t.s or my thighs. Or my a.s.s, for that matter."

He stroked her thighs, then moved up to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "These thighs? These b.r.e.a.s.t.s? The a.s.s that is actually torturing the h.e.l.l out of my poor d.i.c.k? To me they feel perfect." They'd feel better without all these clothes in between them so he could kiss and suckle them freely.

"They aren't. And that's why me and s.e.x don't mingle well. The guys I was intimate with were...harmless. I always turned down the ones that I sensed could take me out of my comfort zone. You take me out of my comfort zone, big-time."

"Glad to hear it."

Her expression was worried. "I'm not sure it's a good thing."

"Trust me, it is. Going out of one's comfort zone is what turns s.e.x into a mind-blowing experience." He moved his hands downward again.

"Cole..."

"Nuh-uh. You had your say; now let me have my fun. Open your legs. Wider, honey." She hesitated but complied, slowly parting her legs. "Yeah, like that."

She was trembling in his hands, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Slowly he gathered some of the lube dripping from her p.u.s.s.y and spread it up to her c.l.i.t. She jumped so hard he had to hold her by the waist with the other arm.

"Easy, babe, easy." He kissed her neck and stilled his touch. He was eager to feel her flesh clamping around his fingers, but if he wasn't careful, she was going to come apart in his arms even before he had any time to enjoy her. "d.a.m.n, you're so wet. I'm going to push my fingers inside you, but you have to promise you won't come right away."

"I'll try. Can't promise s.h.i.t," she said on a ragged breath, her body all but shaking.

He grinned. No, he guessed she couldn't. And that was as well because nothing would make him happier than getting her to come again and again. But the longer she waited, the hotter it'd burn.

Nibbling at her jaw, he slid one finger inside of her, and her p.u.s.s.y clenched on him right away, sucking him in. Man, so tight and so hot. He took a small bite at her neck, and she whimpered, the vibration making his gut cramp in need.

"G.o.d, you're killing me. You feel so good," he whispered to her, pushing a second finger in. She let out a throaty moan and flung her head back on his shoulder, arching her spine and pressing her a.s.s against him.

She was melting in his arms, granting him full access. He groaned and sank deeper inside her welcoming heat. "I want you so much I hurt, babe. All I can think about day and night is you. How it's going to feel to have you naked under me, your legs wrapped tight around my waist while I pound into you. I'm dying to lose myself in you."

She tensed at his words, her hands on his thighs, her nails digging into his jeans.

"Don't come yet, sweet thing. Wait a little. Just for me. I want to enjoy you a bit more."

She shook her head and closed her eyes tight. Her breath grew more ragged, her p.u.s.s.y pulsing so hard around him it was as though it had its own heartbeat.

She was going to last around five seconds more. Which was good, because he was also five seconds away from coming in his pants if she kept grinding her a.s.s on his c.o.c.k.

He moved his fingers out, then in again, carefully avoiding contact with her c.l.i.t, afraid the smallest graze would set her off. She was having none of it though. She reached for his hand and covered it with her own, pressing it against her p.u.s.s.y.

"More. Don't...don't stop," she whispered in shallow pants, her c.l.i.t throbbing under his palm.

She was afraid he'd stopped f.u.c.king her? Please, like there was a force in the universe strong enough to get his fingers away from her.

"I don't want to stop. I want to make it better," he said as she rode harder on his erection. "I want to go down on you. Lap at your c.l.i.t. Push my tongue inside this juicy spot of yours, eat you from the inside out until you melt in my mouth and beg me to f.u.c.k you. Then I'll spread your legs wide and come deep, deep inside your body. Would you like that, sweetheart?"

"Oh G.o.d, Cole, oh G.o.d. I'm..."

And she came. Long and sweet, gripping his fingers, her o.r.g.a.s.m going on and on as he kissed her exposed throat.

His body tightened to the point of pain. Now he remembered why he hadn't wanted to take his truck. He'd wanted to avoid ending up where he was now, fingers deep in her and dying from the need to take her. He'd thought not having a backseat would stop him. Yeah, right.

"Christy baby, I'm starving for you," he whispered as she began to settle down.

"I want you too," she said in a barely audible voice, and then she bent slightly over. "Here. Now."

Oh G.o.d. The walls of her c.u.n.t were still pulling at him, refusing to let go. And she was lifting her tail to him.

He groaned. All he had to do was press her on top of the tank, push her pants down, and plunged into her, deep and hard. She'd let him. She didn't have a slightest clue what she was getting herself into or how hard he'd use her, but she'd let him. And he'd waited so long to f.u.c.k that sweet p.u.s.s.y.

Chapter Five.

He closed his eyes, breathed deep, and fought for control. "Not here. You're too tight. If I f.u.c.k you in this position, I'll hurt you." He was too far gone to be gentle or to show any technique besides hammering her into the tank. "Let's go home."

Good thing they were just a two-minute ride from his place.

"Clothes off," Cole ordered in a low bark the second they crossed his threshold. His hand was still on the doork.n.o.b, and he was already out of his mind. Perfect. Very mature.

Christy backpedaled to the wall, hitting it with a loud thud. His body language was scaring her. And no wonder, because it was scaring him. His muscles were so tense they were about to snap. If his jaw got any tighter, it was going to break.

"What?" she asked, eyes glittering with something akin to fear.

He didn't bother repeating himself. He locked the door and turned to her. It looked like Ms. Adventurous and Daring was gone. She'd frozen to glacial temperatures on the way home. He should have f.u.c.ked her when he had the chance.

"You have to tone this down," Christy told him, her voice pleading.

"This?"

"Yes...this," she said, gesturing between them with her hand. "These huge l.u.s.t shock waves coming my way. You have to tone them down. I can barely breathe."

He came closer, chuckling. "Sorry, sweetheart, I can't change my response to you. Besides, asking you to get naked is a simple, rather traditional request that shouldn't faze you. After all, you were the one begging to get f.u.c.ked on my bike." In a deserted yet public s.p.a.ce. Talk about shock wave. Turning down that sweet a.s.s had cost him ten years of his life-maybe more.

She blushed, embarra.s.sed at his bluntness. So f.u.c.king cute.

"Don't be crude."

He shrugged. "Sorry, I can't change that either. I am what I am, and my crudeness is what's making you pant, babe."

And she was panting. She might not have realized it, but she was. Short, little pants that sounded d.a.m.n loud in the quietness of the hallway. Slamming at his c.o.c.k, actually, making it twitch and throb like a motherf.u.c.ker.

"I'm not-"

He cupped her neck and dragged her to him, silencing her protests by taking her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss while his thigh pressed against her legs, forcing them to accommodate him in between. With the wall at her back, she had nowhere to go. Nails digging into his arms, she gave herself to the kiss, and soon that hot p.u.s.s.y of hers was insistently rubbing against him. He wanted so badly to be inside her, bathing in her heat, he was almost shaking from the need.

He trailed his mouth over her throat while he glided his hands from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s down to her rib cage, her soft belly, and then around to her behind, squeezing it and lifting her on tiptoes, grinding her against him as she sank her fingers into his hair and parted her legs wider for him. Rolling his c.o.c.k over her mound, he kissed his way up to her mouth again, greedily swallowing all her choked moans, keeping her quivering body in his embrace.

"I want you, now. Clothes off."

His d.i.c.k felt like it was going to burst. Any more of this dry f.u.c.king and he was going to lose it and come all over himself.

He yanked her shirt over her head, unb.u.t.toned her pants, and unceremoniously shoved them down. Her breath caught.

"Lose them," he said as he unzipped his jeans.

She didn't move, her pants pooling at her feet.

"Here? But-"