Safe in His Arms (28 page)

She shucked her filthy BDUs, panties, bra and tank top off, tossed them against the door, and stepped into the heat of the shower. The spray hit her hard, washing away dirt she’d not known was all over her. The floor of the white tub turned a bit brown.

Was it blood?

The memory of the gruesome sound of the machete hitting flesh made her feel like she might be sick. Hands trembling, she opened the paper-wrapped soap and started lathering up. The horrible images made her gag, but she tried hard not to throw up. Mac would panic if she did. She didn’t want him feeling such guilt over leaving her, over her having to do something so horrible. He could have been there, sure, but if he had, he might be dead, not the other man. Mac said she distracted him. What if he’d been distracted and—

She stopped the thought before it was Mac sliced with that machete. She couldn’t watch Mac die. She’d never survive that.

She washed twice before the door opened and Mac walked in.

He stood there for a moment, merely staring over at her, she knew, because she was doing the same. With a husky curse, he peeled his shirt off and started in on his BDUs. She knew what he was doing. He was going to join her. Suddenly she lost her shyness, lost her nervousness and the horror of killing a man, and focused on Mac. He could take it all away. She knew that. She knew that because suddenly she understood that, for Mac, she did that for him. She was his peace in the storm his life had become.

The realisation soothed through her like a caress. If she was his peace, his shelter, she was going to give him all of her. Everything he’d ever wanted for as long as she had him.

Her mouth watered in anticipation as she watched him through the plastic. He shrugged out of his pants, revealing his lean hips and jutting erection. The thick flesh dipped downward along his thighs, but she knew when he got super hard he bent upward at an angle that drove her crazy.

Seconds later, he pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped over and inside next to her. They didn’t speak, but she didn’t give him time. She used her lathered hands to rub over his chest, creating more soap suds that glided over his firm, tanned flesh. Using the bar of soap, she cleaned his wounded arm, then the tattooed one and moved down to his hands.

He watched her silently. The only sound he made was the heavy breath he drew each time she skimmed her fingers over his body. She turned him and he rested his elbows on the tiles while she cleaned his back, shoulders then lower down to wash his rounded ass. She got a groan when she cupped both firm, muscled cheeks, but he stayed quiet otherwise. When she reached around him, she moved her soapy hands down his flat, hard stomach until she encountered the sandy bush surrounding his erection.

Mac sucked in a ragged breath then and she felt his back harden against her cheek and breasts. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked upward, sliding around the grooved muscles of his erection. He groaned low and long. She did it repeatedly until, he gave a husky whisper of her name and she felt him begin to buck into her hands.

Mandy let go of him and turned him around. He crowded her to the other side of the shower, but she let him until he had her back to the cool tiles. Meeting his hungry stare, she slowly pressed her hands to the tiles and slid her body downward.

His muscled abs hardened as she went down until the head of his cock filled her vision. The dark flesh glistened, tantalising her until her mouth watered. But she didn’t move. She watched fascinated as the peach-shaped head developed a drop of pre-cum. His stomach tightened, and above her she sensed him rest his forearms on the tile again.

Mandy looked up with one hand wrapped around his erection and met his flushed stare. He pressed his hips forward, nudging her with the velvety tip. She licked out and tasted his spiciness along the downy slit. His flavour and scent filled her with a rush of lust so hard she knew she was dripping cream down her inner thighs.

She spread her lips around the ripe flesh slowly, easing as much of him inside her mouth as she could. He gave a low, tortured groan that did odd things to her. She slowly sucked while Mac panted above her, making sounds like she was killing him.

“That’s so good, fuck, it’s so good, baby. Don’t stop. Suck my cock, sugar.” His husky voice thrilled her. He started edging his hips subtly for more and she felt him swell harder. She backed off, cupping his sack with her hands so she could run her mouth down a path to the thicker base. She wasn’t rushing this. He was hers—all six foot plus, hard as nails Navy SEAL Wolf—her Mac—and she was making him tremble already. She’d not even got started. She sucked back up the thick column of flesh and opened her mouth for him again.

She was going to rock his world. She was going to show him just how able she was to take care of him. He’d never live without this, she thought, remembering the feel of his lips devouring her pussy. Good, because she couldn’t live without him.

She leaned her head back until he popped free with a wet sound that brought an immediate husky sound from Mac. Looking up at his flushed face and wicked needy eyes, she placed her palm on the back of his thighs and nudged him forward until his hot flesh brushed her lips again. She wanted to swallow him whole but his size and thickness proved to be a challenge. She’d had five years to dream of this, though, and wasn’t going to give up until he lost control.

He exhaled a long harsh breath and his muscled abs rippled. His legs were solid under her hands. She skimmed her fingers up to cup his ass and he flexed, brushing her mouth insistently with his cock, leaving no doubt what he wanted. She parted her lips for him and saw the heat flare in his hazel eyes. Realisation of what she wanted sprang up in his expression and as she watched, he grimaced, closed his eyes, and tipped his head back with a low cry of her name.

Every rope of muscle grew tight, from his hips to his neck, while his erection bobbed heavily. She licked the velvety head and felt him inhale sharply.

“Fuck,” Mac groaned.
She wants me to fuck her mouth
. “You’re going to kill me,” he managed, and reached down to cradle the back of her head, guiding her mouth back to his tortured cock.

Just having her below him, her intent clear, had shot him to that pre-cum state in two seconds. Now he fought to hold onto his control as she opened and sucked around the head before letting him press more firmly past her lips.

There wasn’t any experience here, he could tell. She was hesitant, unsure, but so eager he let out a muffled curse when her cheeks hollowed out. The feel of her, coupled with watching her, hit like a load of lust right to his balls. He had to grab her head and pull back out of that lush mouth or shoot off. He pressed forward in shallow, short jabs of his hips that seemed to encourage her to grow bolder. She dug her nails into his ass at the same time as she leaned into his next pass, opening wider to take more of him. It was like she knew exactly what he wanted. Delicious, hot, sucking pulls of her mouth had him so on fire he felt like he might pass out. Her lips thinned when he shoved in deeper and he had to lock his knees to keep from grinding his cock in harder past her eager mouth.

Mac wanted to make this last and Mandy seemed set on the same course, varying her eagerness until he was unable to do more than enjoy the pure hot strokes driving him to the edge.

She caressed her warm hands over his ass and the back of his thighs and wandered to his front, softly cupping his testicles, testing their weight, and rubbing her fingers on that spot between his rear and balls.

“Ah,” he choked on how fucking good that felt, and thrust harder into her lush mouth without meaning to. She sucked strongly on him, while using her other hand to stroke his shaft with soft sounds that vibrated up and down his cock. The pleasure-filled moan was like gasoline on a blazing fire. He tightened his grip on her silky wet hair to hold her still. He had to have a minute, just a minute, or he was going to blow. Knowing she loved what she was doing drove a shot of lust right down his spine. He’d never—ah, fuck yeah, he had—dreamt of her being so turned on by blowing him.

When he felt like he could move without coming, he bent down towards her and tipped her face up to watch her. Her eyes were bright, full of that sexy quality he wasn’t going to be able to live without. He let her suck down the thick length of his cock, and groaned when she twirled her pink tongue around the engorged head as he pulled from her to give her a break. She opened again immediately, clearly wanting to kill him with pleasure. Unable to stop her, he watched her try to swallow his dark flesh. The veins on his shaft stood out heavy and the stalk looked so damn hot disappearing past her pink lips, he tightened his hands in her hair to keep from coming.

Mandy seemed unaware of how close he was. She took more of him, nearly blowing his control when she also rubbed tantalisingly close to the nerves running along his ass.

“Fuck yeah, yeah, baby, you’re so hot, so beautiful. Drive me wild.”

She moaned at the sound of his voice, clearly lost to the pleasure she was ripping from him.

He nudged deeper on his next pass, and pressed his hips forward with an animal cry when she edged the tips of a tiny finger against his asshole. “Shit, yeah, you’re going to make me lose control, sugar.” He could feel the fire racing up his spine as she bobbed up and down his flesh.

He pulled out and pressed back in, once, twice, a third time, consumed by the soft sounds of pleasure she was making. Her full, rounded breasts bounced under him and she tried to take more of him. Her grey eyes darkened when he gripped her wet hair tighter. Another low cry burst from his lips when she nudged him farther than before. With a gasp, he thought he felt the brush of the back of her throat. His balls drew up tight to his shaft, signalling that there wasn’t a chance he’d last much longer.

“Gonna come, baby, gonna come,” he warned, pulling free. He’d crouched down to reach her mouth but that only gave her free reign to drive him insane with her exploring fingers. He swore and tightened every muscle in his body when she surged back down his cock, taking him so deep there was no question she’d pressed him to her throat. At the same time, her busy fingers hit a spot that made him shudder in pleasure and he called out to her as his cum filled his shaft. “There, oh, fuck yeah. Don’t stop, please, baby. Ah, God, sugar, do that with your sexy fingers and give me that hot mouth. Take it, take it all, Mandy.”

Her eyes grew sexier and she whimpered around his thick flesh. But she fingered him perfectly. He swore and his eyes nearly crossed. Along his achingly full flesh, she started a hard snap of her fists. His lips pulled back as he held himself on the edge of coming hard. He couldn’t stop himself from tightening his hand around hers on his erection or from plunging deep inside her lush mouth. She tilted her head, trusting him completely as he pushed until he felt the brush of the back of her throat.

“Ah, baby…there, there.”

Her low moan tingled along his body.

He was done. His seed erupted down his shaft, swelling his flesh with a painful burst of pleasure that hit right before hard pulses of release erupted from the tip. He held still, unable to move. Ecstasy shot through his entire body, holding him trapped as he watched her pause her strokes and swallow, moaning wildly, then she began eagerly bobbing up and down, swallowing each violent pulse.

He nearly fell on top of her. He shuddered through the fiery spasms. With a heavy, tortured-sounding groan, the last shot of cum flooded her voracious mouth. Panting, and still on fire, he watched her slowly ease down the thick shaft once more and back up, breathless but still eagerly tonguing the sensitive head before sitting back against the shower wall, panting and flushed, still possessively stroking his shaft.

“Mac.” She licked her lips. She looked wild. Her eyes glittered like broken sea glass in the light from the window above the shower and her hard, pink-tipped breasts rose and fell rapidly.

“God damn, sugar. I’m going to need that daily.”

She smiled up at him and his body pulsed, eager for more.

“Oh, yeah? You liked?”

The rough sound of her voice—from sucking him—did strange things to him. No one had ever had Mandy’s lips on them. He knew that with such certainty it did odd things to his chest.

He bent and pulled her to her feet. She laughed and cupped his face, drawing his mouth to hers that easily. He was so on fire he couldn’t wait. She was just as hot. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, slipping and sliding her wet body along his, impatient and horny.

He might go mad with desire if he didn’t get inside her. He hoisted her up, cupping that lush ass in his hands, and groaned when the head of his cock slipped along her pussy. She was so ready she bit down lightly on his shoulder before quickly moving her head to take his lips in a frantic kiss. He tasted himself and her all mixed into one potent punch of lust. She shivered in his arms and her tight nipples teased his chest. He was just as lost for her. He didn’t even have to release his hold on her to enter her, he merely angled his hips, and, holding her tightly by her rounded ass, he pressed up while he brought her down.

They broke the kiss with a breathless moan as he impaled her.

“Oh, God, yes, Mac, yes.”

“Feel that, baby, feel that?” he asked, nearly shoving in too fast at the first tight press of her wet flesh caressing his erection. He felt like he couldn’t breathe properly through the lust rushing him. He’d just had the best blow job of his life and still he felt the drive to take her, make her his.