The mattress dipped as he settled beside her. Her eyes flew open, and she found that he’d shed his own clothes too.
He pulled her to him so that they were plastered together from knee to chest. Her breasts crushed to his pecs and her nipples went so hard it was painful. She swallowed a moan when she felt his cock curve against her belly.
Angling a glance up at him, she shivered at the lust that always shone in his eyes. For her. “But you have a no-sex rule.”
“You’re worth breaking every damn rule, sugar.”
Burying her fingers in his hair, she pulled him down until she could kiss him. His lips brushed over hers with a reverence she’d never experienced before. He lifted her leg so that it hooked over his hip. Tingles slipped over her skin, and she pressed closer. The head of his cock nudged at the swollen lips of her sex. She wanted him, her body molding itself to him. But this time, it wasn’t a wild race to the finish, it was a slow burn that simmered from inside out.
His cock sank deep inside her with one hot, unhurried push. She sighed, enjoying the clasp of her flesh around him, the pull of desire that tugged at her very soul. It was perfect. Just the thought should panic her, but she was beyond caring about anything except savoring this moment with him. Price. His name rolled through her mind with the drugging sweetness of aged whiskey. She hummed in the back of her throat as their tongues danced.
Their hips rocked together and time became fluid, the slow throb of desire clenched her muscles. She pulled back to gasp out a breath, her muscles shook with suppressed longing. He cupped her ass, sliding his fingers forward to tease the lips of her pussy from behind. She moaned when he circled her anus. His gaze locked with hers and she felt orgasm build within her, but she held it off and held it off, wanting to stay in this place with him. His smile told her he knew what she was doing, the way his gaze sharpened told her he fought coming as well. A laugh caught her by surprise, and he smiled at her. “Price, I—”
She cried out when his thick finger penetrated her ass, stretching her anus in time with his thrusting cock. She tumbled hard and fast over the edge of orgasm, the walls of her sex closing on his dick in rhythmic contractions. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rode out the hot waves of pleasure that threatened to drag her under. She wanted to see his face when he came.
He groaned, rolling his pelvis against hers. Aftershocks of orgasm rippled through her and her pussy tightened around him. His beautiful eyes lost focus, and his fingers worked inside her ass while he slammed his cock into her one more time. His breath hissed out, his come filling her. He shuddered against her, pulling her closer until his arms wrapped around her. A few moments passed while they both tried to catch their breath. He leaned back to look at her, a smile that was sinfully wicked curving his lips. He pushed his fingers deeper into her backside. “It occurs to me that I owe you a spanking.”
The sound that emerged from her throat was half moan and half laugh. Just like that, she was hot and eager for him.
Needy. This man got to her like nothing else ever had. “You did promise me. Time to pay up.”
“I am a man of my word.” He slid his cock and fingers out of her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and had her facedown on his lap before she could blink.
She tossed a sassy grin over her shoulder at him. Her heart pounded, and her hands shook so hard she had to bunch them in the sheets. The mere thought of his hand on her ass was enough to make her wet. She couldn’t wait. “Give me your best shot, Chief.”
“You’re in for it now, sugar.” He laughed and the sound wrapped around her heart, making her smile widen. Cupping his hand over her buttocks, he rubbed slow circles on her flesh that built her anticipation to a boiling point.
She lifted her backside into his stroking palm and waited for the first strike to land. He didn’t disappoint her. The blow cracked loudly in the quiet room, the echo a shock that made her gasp. Heat and ecstatic pain flowed in the wake of the startling sound. He smacked her other cheek, and she moaned, rocking into his hand. Raining slaps that varied between punishing spanks and playful pats, he kept her off-guard. Dark pleasure wound tight within her, centering in her sex until her pussy clenched with every swat. She undulated on his lap, letting go of every ounce of control as she let him take her to a sweet, hot place that was pure sensation.
Moaning, she buried her face in the mattress, not sure how much more she could take before she begged him to fuck her. “P—Price, I need more.”
“God, sugar. You get me hard more often than a horny teenager.” He pulled her upright on his lap until she straddled his thighs, but faced away from him. The blunt tip of his cock probed her anus, and she threw her head back, bowing her neck over his shoulder as she arched in utter abandon. His arm circled her hips and pressed her down to take his painful penetration. But she was already beyond pleasure and pain, the two had become one, twisting together until all she wanted was more.
“Oooh.” She rocked herself against him, working herself slowly on his cock. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip and focused on the rising tide of sensation. He fitted his hands to her waist, lifting and lowering her, stretching her with each thrust. It was so good, so hot. His rougher flesh stimulated her swollen backside, his hard belly spanking against her ass as their movements picked up speed and force. The muscles in her thighs screamed with strain, sweat sliding down their bodies to seal their skin together where it touched.
She wrapped her fingers around his wrists, digging her nails in as she used her grip of leverage to quicken the pace.
Each time he entered her ass, her sex throbbed. She could feel her orgasm building, coalescing into something sharp and shattering.
“Please,” she begged. She didn’t know what she pleaded for. For it to end. For it to never end.
“Aubrey.” His voice was ragged, his chest heaving, but his tone still managed to be reverent. He kissed the side of her neck. “Aubrey.”
Slipping one hand down, he flicked his fingertip over her clit. She sobbed, so close to orgasm she could taste its sweetness, but unable to move fast enough to push herself over the edge. He pulled her down tightly to him, grinding his pelvis against her punished ass. The penetration was deeper than any that had come before, widening her anus past bearing. God, it was so fucking good. Then he pinched her clit and bit the side of her neck. Hard.
She flipped over into orgasm so fast it left her gasping. Her ass closed around his cock, her pussy clenching on nothingness as he worked her clit and dragged her release out for as long as possible. He pumped into her ass over and over again, coming hard inside her, filling her with hot fluids that made her shudder.
Catching her as she collapsed against him, he rolled them until he lay on his back and she sprawled on his chest. She yawned, exhaustion sweeping through her, the emotional and sexual rollercoaster she’d been on taking its toll. Her heart tripped when he cuddled her close and brushed his lips across her forehead.
Her eyes closed, and she kissed his collarbone before sleep took her. Nothing had ever felt as good as this, been as achingly intense as this. Nothing. She never wanted this feeling to end. She just wanted to stay right here forever.
Split shifts sucked. She’d finally gotten permission from the building inspector to reopen Bean There, Done That, and business was booming since every cop and fireman in town now insisted on stopping by at least once a day. Price and Mason were a force to be reckoned with in Cedarville. She’d opened the shop that morning and now she had to close it down for the night. Owner or not, if a split shift had to be worked, it was usually her who did it. Her staff was trying to juggle hours until Susan got back on her feet. She was supposed to come in tomorrow. Thank God. But finally six o’clock rolled around, and it was quitting time. Aubrey cleaned all the equipment, wiped down the counters and headed out the side door. Price had called to tell her something was up at work, and he’d be late. She frowned. While she was okay with work being important, a nagging worry went through her. Cedarville wasn’t L.A., so the dangers of his job would be much less than if he still lived there, but bad things happened even in small towns.