Full Circle (34 page)

He was still rolling it on as he crawled onto
the bed behind her, straddling her thighs as he maneuvered her
around to face the TV.

“Then watch,” he growled in her ear, grabbing
the fabric secured around her wrists and pulling. Her upper body
lifted off the bed, her arms stretched down her back. “Watch him
fuck her the way I’m going to fuck you.”

OhGodOhGodOhGod! She was so going to come the
moment he entered her. Her core clenched, and he wasn’t even inside
her, yet.

The head of his cock nudged in close, probing
as he used his free hand to brusquely slick her up and down.

Panting, she kept her eyes glued to the TV.
The man slowly pulled out then speared the woman hard. Again. Then
again. Then the man slammed into her and pumped viciously, sweat
glistening his arms and shoulders.

A moment later, Mark thrust into her, using
her binding as a handle to tug her back to meet his body.

She cried out then gasped at the depth and
force behind his violation, her body vibrating all the way to her
marrow as her muscles swiftly surged toward orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes . . .” Each
affirmation burst from her on a breath, in perfect sync with his
harsh, maddening rhythm, her release spiraling like a tornado,
wrapping around her, consuming her, coiling
tighter . . . tighter. How much more could she take?
The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever felt, intensifying
beyond her normal boundaries, sending her higher than she’d ever
flown.

And Mark knew it. He knew she was on the
verge of having the most intense orgasm of her life.

“That’s it,” he growled, cranking her arms
lower with one hand as he gripped her hair with the other.

His hips slapped loudly against her bottom,
his delirious pace stealing her ability to think rationally. Her
existence resided solely between her legs, at his control.

Pulling her up to her knees, he clamped his
arms all the way around her waist, fucking her like a caveman,
harsh and animalistic, grunting in her ear, his sweat slicking her
skin.

But the new angle made his cock slam head-on
with her G-spot, and that was all it took to make the storm cloud
of mounting sexual tension explode.

“Oh my Goooooooooood!” She’d never been a
screamer, but as her muscles split apart and sent wave after wave
of explosive tremors through every cell, she couldn’t rein in the
vocal release matching her physical release ounce for ounce.

A second orgasm rushed to claim her before
the first was even finished. And then a third, smaller climax that
felt more like an aftershock rippled through her thighs and lower
abdomen.

If not for Mark’s arms holding her up, she
would have fallen in a useless heap, unable to do much else than
close her eyes, shudder, and let the outbreak of pleasure totally
consume her.

His groans turned into growls, which turned
into staccato grunts, and then his body halted midthrust as every
striated muscle contracted. In that split-second, he didn’t utter a
sound, not a breath or even a whisper. Then he twitched an instant
before bucking hard against her, letting out a primal growl from
deep within his chest.

Great, shuddering gasps poured from his
throat, his hips jack-hammering as if they had a mind of their own,
completely out of control.

Tumbling forward, she slammed into the
mattress as he fell over her back, his hands fisting on either side
of her head, gripping the comforter as he continued pumping into
her.

For several seconds, his body rocked forward
and back, milking his release, and then he slowed, breathing
heavily, until finally collapsing, completely spent.

So maybe they hadn’t gotten fully entrenched
in the kidnap fantasy they’d played out in Saint Lucia, but that
hadn’t mattered. Just pretending to fall back into those personas
had done the job.

“Fuck,” Mark bit out a moment later, still
lying on her back, her arms between them, which couldn’t have been
comfortable for him.

She still couldn’t talk, too consumed by the
enormity of what had just happened to form coherent sentences.

He groaned as he pulled out of her then
rolled to the side, landing on his back beside her. Then he took a
deep breath and sat up to untie her.

“Come here.” He swept her into his arms and
lay back on the bed, head on the pillows, his fingers combing her
hair away from her face. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, still breathing hard.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

She shook her head, snuggling closer. He
cocooned her in his embrace, tucking her cheek against his
chest.

His heart thump-thump-thumped, pounding hard
against her ear.

“I’ve never felt you come like that,” he
said. “So hard. How many orgasms did you have?”

“Three, I think.” The euphoria still snarled
her in its grip, making it hard to think.

“Three times so fast.” He sounded impressed,
exhaling a proud breath.

“I’ve never done that before.” Her arm hung
lazily over his waist.

“I’ve never been able to make a woman do
that, either.”

She pulled back. “You? Mr. Sex God?”

He grinned, his eyelids heavy.
“Surprised?”

She tucked herself against him once more. “A
little.”

“Why?”

“Because when we met, you seemed like you
knew everything about sex. I just assumed this was status quo for
you.”

He shook his head, his fingers trailing up
and down her arm. “No. You’re the first.”

The first.
No woman before her had
experienced what he’d just given her. Three back-to-back orgasms.
Not Carol. Not Nina. Only her.

She wrapped her arm more securely around him,
pressing closer.

“I’ve never experienced this kind of
chemistry with anyone else, Karma. Not even close. You’re the only
one.” He rolled her to her back and sank down on top of her,
kissing her long, slow, and hard. When he broke away, he added,
“But then, I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

She wanted to ask him, “Not even Carol?” but
didn’t. Mark wasn’t one to make such a proclamation if it wasn’t
true, so she should take him at face value. If he’d loved Carol as
much as he loved her, he would have phrased his statement
differently.

“Nobody,” he said, as if reading her
mind.

He lifted off her and rolled her to her side,
pressing up behind her, holding her tight. “You make me feel safe,
Karma.” He sounded fully relaxed . . . completely
content.

“You make me feel safe, too.” She sighed and
sank into his embrace, closing her eyes as the front of his body
melded against the back of hers.

Home. He was her home.

She vaguely heard the couple on TV still
having sex as she drifted off to the sleep a few minutes later.

* * *

She wasn’t sure how long she’d slept, but when she
woke, the TV was off and the room was dark. There was nothing to
hear but silence and Mark’s quiet breathing.

He was still behind her, but she didn’t think
he was asleep. He breathed more evenly and more deeply when he
slept.

She blinked her eyes open. She was facing the
window. Facing the glow of Chicago’s city lights at night. There
was something both relaxing and invigorating about the city and
the—

Her thoughts cut off.

Mark was hard.

Not completely hard, but enough for her to
know he was definitely awake. Awake and turned on.

But it was where she felt his growing
erection that caused her thoughts to seize up.

It was nestled between the cheeks of her
bottom.

Hello.

Not that she thought he’d put his penis there
on purpose. More like he’d awakened, found his penis had somehow
slipped in there while he was sleeping, and then, rather than pull
it out, he’d let himself play a little. And when Mark played, an
erection wasn’t far behind.

He shifted his hips ever-so-slightly, which
caused his cock to press more snugly against her backside,
positioning the head at the threshold of that which was yet to be
discovered.

Oh wow. That was . . .
hot
. Surprisingly hot.

Butterflies awakened low in her belly and
quickly morphed into slowly rolling lava. And when he
ever-so-gently applied subtle pressure, heat seeped into her
core.

He wasn’t trying to push inside, but he
wasn’t pulling away, either. It was as if he wanted his presence
known but didn’t want to scare her. Was he testing the waters?

The whole situation was so taboo. So naughty.
So . . .
exciting
.

He remained firmly in place, growing harder
as the minutes ticked by. And as he swelled and the head inflated,
he naturally stretched her. But the process was so slow she felt
nothing but pleasure. Pleasurable pressure invading her as tenderly
as a man could invade an anal virgin like her.

She didn’t say a word. Just closed her teeth
around her bottom lip and tried not to make a sound. The restraint
of not talking, not moaning, not even breathing too loudly, created
an even greater sexual energy around them. It was as if by
stripping away the sense of sound, all the other senses were
intensified, making her focus on his sweat-slicked stomach pressed
against her back, the tension in his arm around her waist, the feel
of his cock as it eased a fraction of a half-inch inside her.

She knew he was awake. And she knew
he
knew
she
was awake. But half the fun was in pretending she
was still asleep. Or
trying
to pretend, because she was
failing miserably at faking sleep. She was too aroused. Too
desperate for more.

As he eased another quarter of an inch
inside, a quiet rumble whispered from his throat then abruptly cut
off as if he’d briefly lost his focus then strangled it again.

He was inside her. Not far. Maybe half an
inch. Maybe a little more. The point was, he was inside her. He was
making one of his fantasies come true on the heels of giving her
one of hers. And he’d taken such tremendous care doing so she felt
no pain. As in . . .
none
. There was
tightness, pressure, a feeling of fullness even though only the tip
of his head was in there, but not a lick of pain.

She’d been worried about the pain. It was one
of the reasons why she hadn’t brought the subject of anal sex up
since they’d talked about it a few weeks ago. She’d been reading
about it . . . learning what to expect. And the one
thing that had come up repeatedly was that there would be a lot of
pain.

And if he’d just gone at her and impaled her,
she could see how pain could be a problem. But they’d been at this
for at least ten minutes, and the head of his cock wasn’t even all
the way inside her, yet. So, yeah, the guy was a study in care and
patience, steadily preparing her rather than mercilessly violating
her.

But the longer he teased her sphincter, the
more he roused her desire.

Which surprised her, because good girls
didn’t do this kind of thing. Did they? They didn’t let men stick
their penises in their asses. Butt sex was forbidden for good
girls. Too eccentric. Verboten. And if good girls did do this sort
of thing, they certainly didn’t enjoy it.

But God, she did enjoy it. She was enjoying
it immensely.

She’d always thought she was moral and
virtuous. But maybe she wasn’t. Just as Mark had put on a mask of
confidence to hide the emotional insecurity of his past, maybe
she’d simply been hiding the bad girl she really was, and the good
girl was the façade.

Mark gently brushed her hair off her neck as
if wanted to pretend she was still asleep and didn’t want to wake
her. But when he pressed his lips against her nape and licked a
fevered trail to her shoulder as he ran his hand down her abdomen
to between her legs, she gave up all pretenses, dropping the
deception.

Letting out a sigh, she dropped her head back
and lifted her leg, draping it over both of his as he shifted
behind her, pressing closer.

His cocked inched a little bit farther
inside.

Okay, so there was a pinch of pain, but not
enough to make her want to stop.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, massaging her
clit with his fingertips. His voice sounded patiently strained.

“Yes,” she whispered back. She let out a
breathy moan as he relaxed his hips, drew his cock back, and then
nudged forward again, driving in a little farther.

She’d never felt anything like this. Such
naughty pleasure mixed with such intimate trust.

He continued pumping in those same shallow
thrusts, creeping a tiny bit deeper with each advance. Such an
incredible feeling.

His fingers on her clit. His cock in her ass.
Only a couple inches, but enough to make her want more. Or at least
to try for more.

She was panting, her chest heaving, her
senses totally overwhelmed. The slow build and heady anticipation
were damn near shredding her nerve endings.

“Fuck,” he quietly bit out.

He was covered in sweat. It slicked her back,
her ass, the backs of her thighs. She peeked over her shoulder and
saw perspiration beaded over his brow. His hair was damp. His jaw
was tight, as if he were subjecting himself to superhuman
restraint.

His eyes flitted to hers, and an abrupt gasp
burst from his throat. He looked almost
desperate . . . crazed . . . visually
begging her.

“I’m not gonna last,” he said. The
desperation leaked into his voice, tightening his words. “Oh,
Jesus . . .” His brow pulled toward the bridge of
his nose as his eyes rolled back and closed.
“Fuck . . . oh fuck . . .”

His chest and shoulders quivered, then his
hips jerked, briefly driving him deeper. Then he quickly pulled out
of her, snatching his hand away from her clit to grip his cock as
he heaved against her. Warm fluid spurted over the upper swell of
her ass as he rolled her to her stomach, bent over her, one hand
pressed against the mattress beside her head.