Fall from India Place (On Dublin Street 4)

“Put your forearms on the counter and rest your forehead on top of them,” he instructed gruffly. She hesitated, meeting his stare in the mirror. In that position, she would be fully denied the erotic image of him. It was the equivalent of blindfolding her. And what was he going to do? He’d lubricated himself with the lotion. Her heart began to pound very fast. He wasn’t going to—

“I told you I would have my pleasure of you, and I will. But I know you said you were a little sore still,” he murmured, low and seductive, interrupting her anxious excitement. Again, she saw his arm moving as he jacked himself slowly and deliberately while he watched her. She bit her lip to cut off a whimper. Why did those words arouse her so much? “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but . . .”

“This isn’t the kind of lubrication that should be used for that. I’m not going to do that. Not now,” he added baldly, and she realized he’d read her anxiety about him putting his cock into her ass. Heat rushed into her cheeks. A small smile pulled at his lips, and Lin felt herself melting. Oh no. What was happening to her?

“Now, take the position,” he dared quietly.

She lowered her head, but slowly, giving her time to see the slight snarl that pulled at his lips when she followed his instructions.

“You have the most incredible eyes,” she heard him say before she placed her forehead on her forearm, blinding herself from him.

He spanked her bottom several times, making her skin prickle and heat. “Let’s make this ass nice and hot,” she heard him say thickly. He parted the cheeks and she felt the cool air tickle her wet pussy, perineum, and asshole. Her eyes sprung wide as she stared blindly down at the specks in the granite countertop. He grunted, low and harsh. Then he was swatting her again, this time getting at the tender, hidden skin deeper in the crack.

“Kam,” she cried shakily, undone by the intimacy of what he was doing.

“Shhh, try to relax. I’m not going to hurt you, and you will be giving me so much pleasure. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she assured fiercely. A shudder went through her when she felt his heavy, warm cock drop into the widened crack of her ass. She could feel the lubricated shaft pulse next to her sensitive asshole. She clamped her eyelids shut. How much more of this intensely intimate touching could she take? A whimper escaped her constricted lungs when he used his hands to bunch her buttocks around his burrowed cock. He flexed, his harsh groan of pleasure tearing right through her.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” he grated out as he dragged his cock down through the valley of flesh he’d created between her buttocks. He immediately pushed it back again, the lotion providing an easy glide, until she felt his balls press tight against her lower bottom. For several tense moments, he thrust back and forth between the crack of her ass, squeezing her buttocks around his cock as he fucked her flesh in a pistonlike fashion. She didn’t mean to make a sound—she was too busy focusing her entire attention on the illicit sensation of his fat cockhead burrowing up between her ass cheeks and rubbing against her spine—but apparently a shaky moan escaped from her throat. He paused, still clutching her buttocks around his cock.

“I know this can’t be giving you any pleasure,” he muttered, his voice sounding thick, his breathing erratic. “But it feels so good. I’m not trying to humiliate you, though. Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she said, biting her lip when she realized how emphatic she’d sounded. She squeezed her eyelids shut, suddenly glad he’d told her to put her head down. “It’s not humiliating. It’s . . .”

“What?” he demanded tautly, and she could easily imagine his intense expression in that moment, the one he got when he caught the whiff of something being withheld and went in for the kill.

“Turning me on.”

He groaned gutturally at her shaky admission and immediately began plunging his cock between her squeezed buttocks again. His thrusts became more forceful and strident, the sound of his pelvis thumping against her ass synchronizing with Lin’s heartbeat in her ears. Her pussy clamped tight, growing achy. Needy. She longed to feel him thrusting so eagerly into her sex . . . her mouth . . . anywhere. But it was a sweetness unlike anything she’d known before to have her body giving him such a hot, forbidden pleasure, to hear his feral grunts and moans. Even if she wasn’t sharing in the sharpness of his bliss, she loved being a part of it . . .

. . . being used for it, but used willingly.

And she’d be lying if she said there was no direct pleasure in it for her. Especially as his excitement grew and his cock swelled even larger in the pocket of pressing flesh he’d formed for himself, she could intimately feel him rubbing against the sensitive, usually untouched flesh of her perineum and asshole. She was surprised at how many nerves were there, and found the stimulation very sharp and arousing. She made a desperate sound and cut it off by biting at her forearm.

“What? Do you like my cock rubbing against your asshole?” he rasped, never stopping in his rapid thrusting.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“How could I have ever thought you were cold?” he grated out, sounding a little crazed. His pelvis popped against her bottom so hard, she lurched forward slightly, her forehead sliding off her arm. He jerked his hips back several inches, dragging his cockhead back to where it nestled at the top of her crack. He squeezed her buttocks so tight around his cock, she winced. “You’re such a hot little thing,” he muttered tensely, pulsing his hips back and forth rapidly just a fraction of an inch.