Bad Boys Online (6 page)

Mack went back inside Kindra, closing his own eyes for a second at the tight feel of her. He could smell her desire now, sweet and tangy as she leaned back against the chair, her fingers ripping at the fabric seat.

Her skirt was bunched at her waist and he had a nice view of her damp curls, spread for his fingers. It took everything he had to focus back on the computer screen again, but he wanted to finish this.

He wanted Kindra to trust him. He wanted her to come before he did, while he was still in all his clothes. He wanted to show her what she had been missing.

What she could have with him.

“‘You’re going to come for me, Kindra, with my fingers inside you, stroking and sliding. You’ll feel so good and when you come I want to hear you scream.’”

Her breath was hard and fast, her muscles starting to twitch. He could feel how close she was. Burying his head in her neck, he kept stroking. Her skin was hot and damp from exertion and she had squeezed her eyes shut.

With his own words, he urged, “Come on, Kindra, come for me, baby.”

She did. With a loud cry, her ass lifted off the chair. Mack held her down and kept moving. He could feel her orgasm, shaking and throbbing through her, her body closing around his fingers as it pulsed with relief.

“Mack,” she cried. “Oh, sh-it!”

He slowed down his rhythm and laughed softly into her shoulder in triumph. Damn, that was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Or felt. He had given her something he suspected no man ever had, and he felt a rush of tenderness for Kindra that was equally as new.

He realized with sudden shock that he was falling for her. Hook, line and sinker.

It felt right. Everything felt right about her.

Dusting kisses onto her neck and jaw, he withdrew his fingers and marveled that he had made Kindra Hill say “shit” out loud. She was quite a woman.

Kindra took deep breaths and tried to slow down her heart rate. What the heck had just happened? She was pretty sure she’d had an orgasm, but nothing she’d experienced before had ever prepared her for
that
.

That mind blowing, rip roaring, pulsing, frenzied feeling.

She wondered if Rob her ex-boyfriend could reimburse her for the hours of her life she’d lost lying beneath him bored out of her mind.

Now this, what Mack had done to her, was a very valuable use of her time. Like yoga, only sweatier. She’d never felt so languid and relaxed in her life.

It didn’t even bother her to realize she was sitting there with her top pushed up and her skirt around her waist. Not when Mack was whispering such wonderful things in her ear.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes.” Yes, a thousand times yes. And unless he was deaf and blind and devoid of all sensation in his skin, he knew she had enjoyed it.

He rubbed his nose and mouth along her jaw. “I’m so glad you liked it. But we’re not finished, you know.”

Mack seemed to have a talent for saying exactly what she wanted to hear.

She shivered as his breath blew across her hot, sweaty skin. He was blowing onto her breasts, and her nipples hardened.

“What’s next?”

He stood up. “Let’s check.”

Then he was back at the computer again and Kindra adjusted her skirt back over her thighs as she thought about how many emails they had found in her trash. A dozen or so. Twelve hours.

Ohmigod. She went warm all over.

Though she couldn’t remember exactly, Russ’s emails were full of all sorts of naughty things, unique positions and heaven help her, if she wasn’t mistaken there was one revolving almost entirely around spanking.

Somehow she didn’t think even Mack could get her to enjoy having her ass smacked, but she was more than willing to find out.

Mack unbuttoned his shirt as he scanned the screen. It slid down his arms, revealing a bronze back and shoulders, with rippling biceps that oozed strength and power. They were smooth, gleaming with a slight sheen of sweat, and he tossed his shirt to the floor negligently.

His pants were sinking on his hips.

Then again, maybe if Mack was gentle…

As he turned back to her, she yanked her shirt back down.

“Modest?” He looked amused.

“I’m half naked and you’re not.”

“I took my shirt off. That makes me half naked. So you should take yours off and we’ll be even.”

“That doesn’t count!”

He shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t matter. You can leave it on if you want for this next part.”

Next part? That sounded frightening and elusive. Like a science experiment.

Gripping the chair, she tried not to panic as Mack walked towards her. So far had been great, but she was a traditionalist when it came to sex. She was thinking missionary style and what if he was thinking… something else?

He stopped in front of her. “What’s the matter? Your face has gone ghost white.”

“What comes next?”

The reaction took her by surprise. Mack dropped his hands. He looked hurt, of all things.

“Kindra, don’t you trust me?”

Oh, shoot, now she felt like a jerk. “Well, yes, but, I didn’t know…”

“Hey.” He tipped her chin up so she was forced to meet his eye. “Anything you don’t want to do, you say stop and I will. I’d never hurt you.”

His mouth stayed open, like he was going to add something, but then he clamped it back shut.

Kindra loosened her hold on the chair. “Okay. I’m sorry. I do trust you, it’s just that this is new for me.”

Pleasure was new for her. She didn’t know how to handle it.

Mack pulled her to her feet and settled his hands on her waist. It felt good there in his embrace. Right.

“Now, we can either stop here for the night, or we can do what I found on your computer.” His voice was low and cajoling.

Okay, she had to ask. He knew she was going to ask. Her new breathy voice that she seemed to have adopted overnight came out. “What?”

“Something simple, really. I lie on the bed. You just get on my cock and ride.”

Ooohh. Her thighs hummed to life. If only he’d said so in the first place.

Traditional was so boring. It was time she expanded her sexual horizons. Right now.

“Would you like that?”

Kindra tried to suck back the excess saliva that was suddenly in her mouth. She nodded violently.

He laughed. “Then we need a bed and the condoms.”

She had dropped the condoms on the living room floor when Mack had grabbed her by the front door. As far as the bed, went, well the guest room was next to the office. It was closest and the sheets were fresh.

Plus she didn’t think that she wanted Mack in her own bed, where she slept every night. Once this was all over and she went back to her ordinary sexless life, she didn’t want to lie there at night alone and remember.

“The guest room is right next door. And I dropped the condoms in the living room. I’ll go get them.”

She speed walked into the living room and found the discarded box on the carpet as he stood in the doorway of the guest room and watched. As she approached him, he moved backwards into the room, his fingers hooked in the belt loops of his pants.

“Now remember, you promised not to laugh.”

“I won’t.” She watched in fascination as Mack unzipped his pants and they dropped to the floor.

He kicked them out of the way, then bent and shed his boxer shorts before she could even admire his hard muscular thighs and calves. He raised back up and put his hands on his hips.

Whoa. No laughing here.

That was not a laughing matter at all.

She gawked. She blushed. She drooled a little. Swallowing was painful.

He smirked. “What do you think?”

She spoke without thinking. The words in her head just flew out of her mouth before she even realized she was speaking. “I think I’m in for the ride of my life.”

His eyes went dark with shock.

Her hand went over her mouth, but she didn’t regret saying it. Nor could she stop salivating over him. While the rest of Mack was the result of hard hours spent in the gym, his… thing was just a wonder of nature.

All the words to name him seemed wrong to Kindra. Penis was clinical and the c and the d words were just never going to come out of her mouth.

Mack strode towards her. “Fuck. Get over here.”

Gladly.

He gave her a hard wet kiss, then pulled her tank top over her head. Taking the condoms out of her hand, he sat down on the bed. With a wicked grin, he lay down, arms tucked behind his head.

“If you want it, come and get it.”

There was no doubt she wanted it. But she wasn’t sure she even knew how to come and get it. The few times she’d been on top in the past, she had felt silly and exposed, and had changed positions again quickly.

But it would be different with Mack. Everything was different with Mack.

Taking a deep breath, she undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. His grin fell off his face.

Still in the chunky high heel sandals she walked towards the bed. She bent over and lifted her ankle on the bed to undo them.

“No,” Mack groaned. “Leave them on.”

It didn’t matter to her. On her knees she crawled across the bed to him, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. Mack was rolling on a condom.

Gingerly, she put one knee on either side of him and sat on his legs.

Yep. Feeling silly. Her hands had nowhere to go and the upper half of her body felt way too exposed.

“Bend forward a minute,” he said, beckoning her with his hand.

Kindra leaned over him and Mack’s tongue came out and flicked across her nipple.

That didn’t feel silly. That felt sinfully good.

He sucked and licked until her nipple and the underside of her breast were slick and wet, hard with need.

“Okay,” he said in dismissal, lying back down. “You can sit back up now.”

“Gee, thanks,” she said, her breath hitched.

But Mack had made her forget her awkwardness. Now when she sat back up, she arched her back and gripped Mack’s hips. She moved against him to tease them both. His hot hardness was sliding against her and she sucked in her breath.

Teasing was overrated. She needed him now.

Lifting her legs a little, she guided him with her hand, then eased herself down on him.

“Oh, yes!” she blurted out as he filled and stretched her, spreading her legs so he went as deep as she could take.

“Yes,” he agreed.

But he didn’t move. Her eyes flew open. “Aren’t you…”

If he just rocked his hips up a little, this would really be something to write home about.

Slowly his head went back and forth on the floral comforter covering her guest bed. “No. I’m just lying here, remember? You’ve got to ride it.”

“What if I can’t?” Could she?

Well, shoot. What was the worst that could happen? It wouldn’t work and they would just try something else.

And moving against him just had to feel good if sitting still was this satiating.

“You can. I know you can. Come on, Kindra, just lift and fuck. Nothing to it.”

Like paint by numbers. She’d always been good at those. Just lift and fuck.

She did.

Oh, yeah
.

And again.

She palmed her hands across Mack’s hard chest and rode him hard and fast, pleasure gripping every inch of her body. Her eyes were closed, teeth gritted as she moved.

“That’s it,” he urged. “It’s all yours, baby.”

All hers. Mack. With a final thrust down, she came hard, pinching his chest as she rode her passion through its pulsing completion.

Collapsing against his chest, she shuddered and pulled in huge lungfuls of air. Mack’s hand stroked her back softly, a tender caress that made her heart swell with gratitude.

She knew what he was doing. He was making it good for her and not worrying about his own pleasure. Maybe it was just to prove his original point, that sex in person was better than talking about it, but somehow she thought it was more than that.

Mack was just a nice guy who could tell that she was a sexual novice, and he was trying to make it right for her. That was the only explanation for why she had screamed her way through two orgasms now and he’d had none.

Lying there on his chest, her hot breasts pressed against him, and Mack still buried deep inside her, hard and throbbing, she knew she wanted to pleasure him the way he had her.

She thought she might know how.

There was something that she had noticed men seemed to gravitate towards. Her ex-boyfriend had preferred it. Of course, Rob had thrown hot sauce on his ice cream, so he probably wasn’t the best person to set standards by.

But Russ constantly brought it up in his emails, with various themes but still the same main element. Even with such limited experience, it was safe to say that Mack might enjoy what she was thinking of.

She had the delicious thought that she might like it almost as much as Mack.

Mack let his hand rub lazily across Kindra’s smooth back, still aroused but content to just lie there for a minute. It had occurred to him as Kindra had moved on his cock, her face flushed and excited, that he loved her.

That he didn’t want this night to end. He wanted to spend each day loving her and showing her how special she was.

Would he make a total ass out of himself if he blabbered to her about his feelings? It would look a little suspicious, with them still joined, to be declaring love. If he were a woman, he wouldn’t believe him.

In the morning, when it was time to leave and they were doing that weird “what do we say to each other” thing, he would tell her he was in love with her. That this didn’t have to end.

They could be good together. Would be good together.

Kindra moved off of him.

He turned on his side to watch her. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere.” She was wiggling away from him and was eyeing the bed carefully.

Mack didn’t trust the look on her face. Kindra was unpredictable, he’d found out. If she was going to try and make a break for it, she had another thing coming. He wasn’t finished with her yet.

He sat up, ready to grab her if need be. So far she didn’t look like she was trying to leave. She was doing a really interesting crawling sort of thing across the comforter.