Fix It Up - Mary Calmes Page 0,75
draped himself over my back, yanking my head sideways so he could reach my mouth as he slowed, his movement becoming languid, not pulling out anymore, instead only thrusting, moving inside like he owned me, taking my mouth, feasting, his tongue and cock both sinking into my heat.
Kissing him, biting his bottom lip, sucking on his tongue, needing more, I tried to keep his lips where they were, but he chuckled and lifted away.
“I will kiss you over and over, but right now, Loc, your ass is—fuck,” he gasped, like the sound had been ripped out of him. “You’re so tight, and the pressure is…oh, baby, hold on.”
He withdrew, and the drag of his dick over my nerve endings caused my muscles to clamp down. When he shoved back in, hard and deep, all his length and girth buried in me at once, I roared his name.
“Loc,” he gritted out, the hand tangled in my hair and the one anchored on my hip, both holding brutally tight.
I bit down hard on my lip, the orgasm rushing up my spine as I spurted on the ground beneath me. He came hard and hot, pumping me full, thrusting wantonly through his orgasm and aftershocks, never slowing, using me without mercy.
My breathing was coming in sharp catches as I struggled to find my bearings. On the one hand, my body was replete, well-used, and the feeling like I was floating was brand new and welcome. But on the other, how could I ever be any help to Nick again? Why would he ever listen to me, take my advice or heed a warning when I’d submitted to him so completely.
It was a catastrophic failure on my part, and the guilt sank into me fast.
“Get off me,” I ordered gruffly, needing to run.
“You’re a textbook case, you know that?” he grumbled, collapsing across my back so I had to hold us both up. “I knew this would happen.”
His weight felt so right, and instantly, I felt the sting behind my eyes.
“The muscles in your ass are still holding me,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist and squeezing tight. “How am I supposed to move?”
I had no answer, since him pulling out was the last thing I wanted.
After another moment, he eased out slowly from my still clenching hole and, with the utmost care, used my T-shirt to quickly wipe me down, pulled up my underwear and jeans, and then rolled me to my back in the dirt.
“I said, get off me,” I rasped, sucking in a breath, throwing my arm over my eyes, not wanting to look at him.
He sank down on top of me, his body pressing me to the tilled earth, all that hard muscle and sleek skin over mine. “The whole nature-versus-nurture debate is easy to make with you,” he snorted before he shoved my arm away and pressed his lips to mine.
All the kissing I’d never gotten after sex, Nick made up for. He kissed and sucked endlessly, voraciously, making me shiver as he moaned into my mouth before finally lifting up for air, staring down at me, pushing his fingers through my hair over and over.
“Your mother is lovely, so it must be in your nature alone to be an idiot.”
I scowled at him.
He chuckled. “I don’t need a fixer anymore, Loc, I just need you with me,” he said, holding my hair back from my face as he kissed my forehead. “I will always listen to you, I will be your partner and your lover and your home, just like you’ll be mine.”
I stared up into his face. “This is not how it works. You don’t get to keep me just because you want to. I’m a fixer, and you’re all kinds of mixed up about what that means.”
“I know you think so, only because you’re coming late to the party,” he concluded, snickering, leaning close to kiss my throat. “God, how do you always smell so good? Even now, after being outside working all day, you smell musky, but with that hint of citrus from your soap.”
“Christ,” I groaned. “I can’t believe I let you fuck me in the garden, and without a goddamn condom, no less.”
He tried to glower at me but couldn’t hold it, grinning instead, sighing deeply. “For starters, that wasn’t fucking,” he said as he kissed the hollow between my shoulder and neck, sliding his thigh between mine. “That was too important to be just fucking.”
“God,” I said miserably, horrified over