Sweet Spot(Plaything #2)(14)

"I'm ready. After that horrid incident with Trevor, I asked myself why the hell I was still playing the part of the good little girl. I never wanted to wait. It was him. And after those two blissful evenings with you, I realized I was missing out on something amazing. At least it's amazing when it involves you. Something tells me it would have been nothing but disappointing with Trevor. Selfish bastard that he is."

I drove the car up the driveway to the beach house. Last year, the house had gone up for auction at a price that was too good to turn down. We'd decided to buy it as an investment property, fix it up and sell it for profit. But by the time we paid to have it fixed up, we decided it was too cool to sell.

"Oh wow," Macy stretched up to see out the windshield. "It's so pretty. Love the landscaping and the view. I can only imagine what it's like from the front of the house."

I parked the car. We climbed out and I grabbed our bags. All I could think about was twenty-four hours of Macy. I unlocked the door, and Macy shot past me to the front window. She pulled back the curtains to reveal the azure blue water and ivory white sand below. The sun was low in the sky, peering through the thickening clouds. The beach visitors had long since packed up their umbrellas and chairs for the day.

Macy turned to me. "You have a Jacuzzi on deck. Of course you do. Why wouldn't you in a place like this." The house was small compared to some of the other estates lining the beach, but we'd spared no expense in the remodel.

Macy walked into the kitchen and spun around once. "I could bake my little bottom off in a kitchen like this."

I stepped in behind her and pulled her into my arms. "I hope not." I reached down, and through the fabric of her dress, I cupped her ass in my hands. "Otherwise baking in here is off limits because I have grown really fond of this ass." She threw her arms around my neck as I lifted her. "In fact, I've grown really fond of the whole damn package."

I'd told myself to take it slow, but now that I had her all to myself for a day, I wasn't going to waste one damn minute. I carried her through the front room and down the hall to the bedroom. Trey had found the ornate wrought iron bed at an estate sale. The interior designer we hired had designed the room around it.

I lowered Macy's feet to the floor. Once again, she walked to the window and pushed back the drapes. "There is an equally stunning view from this room, but I guess you knew that."

I pulled open the drapes and opened the windows to let in the ocean breeze. "Best part about the view," I added, "is that the location of the house up on the ridge makes it impossible for people down below to see into the house. It's sort of like a one way window." I took her hand and turned her to face me. "Which means we could walk around naked all damn weekend if we were so inclined."

Macy laughed at my choice of words. "Well, are we so inclined?"

"Don't know." I pushed my mouth against hers and kissed her gently. "Why don't we start right now, and if it feels right, we'll just go with it." I kissed her again, and as I did, I reached around and unzipped her dress. I pushed the straps off her shoulders, and the dress dropped to her waist and to the floor, pooling around her ankles.

I stepped back and looked at her. The ocean breeze drifting through the window made her hair dance around her shoulders. "Take off the bra and panties." I had only unzipped her dress, but my voice was already strained as I worked hard to hold myself back.

Macy stepped out of the dress and kicked off her sandals. She reached back and unhooked her bra. She slid it off and dropped it on the floor next to her dress. Her nipples puckered instantly as my gaze swept down to her breasts. With a quick push, the panties fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them.

She held out her arms and twirled around once. When she faced me again, she stopped and pointed at me. "You're next."

I reached back and pulled off my t-shirt. I dropped my shorts, leaving only my boxer briefs, which were snug enough to leave no doubt about how her nakedness had affected me. I pushed down my underwear and my cock sprang free. She sucked in a breath and stared at my erection.

She stepped forward and wrapped her fingers around it, exploring its length with her soft palm. My pulse surged. I tightened my fists, allowing her the time but needing badly to end my agony. I'd been wanting her so badly that it had been like suffering a never ending erection for days.

Her thumb circled around the tip, spreading the pre-cum that her simple touch had already produced. She peered up at me, looking a little less sure than before. "This looks pretty daunting. Do you happen to have a beginner's size? A starter kit of sorts."

I laughed. "I'm afraid this is it." I took hold of her wrist. "But if you continue this will be over before it has started and then, contrary to popular sentiment, 'size won't matter'.”

I swept her into my arms. "I promise to be gentle." Of course, my body was pleading with me to be anything but gentle.

Two weeks of tension had built up in my muscles, especially after tasting her and feeling every inch of her, but never getting to fuck her. I would have to restrain myself, but it wasn't going to be easy.

I lowered her onto the bed. She smiled up at me. "Gentle but not too gentle. I'm a virgin, but I'm pretty sure nothing down there is breakable."





Chapter Twenty-Three





Macy





My heart sputtered like the wings of a hummingbird as I watched Chase roll the condom along his erection. I shouldn't have been surprised that it was magnificent, thick and glistening. It was Chase, after all. He was magnificent from head to toe. The size of his cock made me shudder both with some trepidation and with a thrill that warmed my entire body.

Chase lowered himself down over me and nestled his legs between mine. I spread my thighs farther to accommodate him and gasped when the hard length of his cock rested against the mound of my pussy. He leaned on his elbows and took my face in his hands as he kissed me. It started with soft, soothing kisses. Slowly, his tongue slipped deeper and I parted my lips farther. Just seeing him naked and gloriously erect had begun a pool of moisture in my pussy, and his kisses only made me wetter.

He shifted and I was sure this was it. I'd imagined it so many times and had heard so many accounts of the first time being a painful disappointment. I had mentally prepared myself for that. I shut my eyes and waited.

Chase caught my comical display of cowardice. I felt his lips curl as he smiled against my mouth. "Macy, relax. Besides, with the way I've been thinking about this night and day, it feels like my first time too."

I giggled. "Said the notorious playboy, Chase England."

He lifted his face and stared down at me with a lift of his brow.

"Really, have you ever Googled your name?"

"I try to avoid it." He lowered his mouth to mine again. "Now focus." He rolled onto his side. "And by focus, I mean right here between your legs." His fingers pushed between the folds of my pussy, and he groaned appreciatively when he felt the hot moisture. "See, darlin', that's what I call focus."

His thumb rubbed my clit, a nub of flesh that I had never considered much but that I now realized was very close to the center of the universe in a woman's body, and Chase knew how to rule that universe with just a flick of his thumb.

Instantly, his touch made my pussy clench in jealousy. It needed attention too. I closed my eyes and a moan followed. I tightened my bottom and pushed my hips higher, pleading with Chase. He complied. He slid his finger deep inside of me and used my clit to charge up the sensations that were now overwhelming my pussy. Each second brought me closer to climax.

I opened my eyes, his eyes were glazed with passion. "But, Chase, I thought you were going to—"

"Shh, concentrate my pure little sugar coated angel. I want you to come first. It's not easy the first time, and I don't want you to miss out."

Seconds later, my head pushed back into the pillow and my body arched to absorb the hot vibrations that shuddered through my pussy and body. Before I could catch my breath, Chase's hard long body covered me. Again, he took my face in his hands and he kissed me lightly. My pussy still trembled with pleasure as the wide, fleshy tip of his cock ran along the folds and then gently pushed inside of me. It felt as if every muscle in Chase's body was tight with tension. That was when I understood what was happening. He was holding himself back, absorbing the agony all on his own, trying hard not to overwhelm me.

"Chase," I whispered, "I'm not breakable. I want this. I want you."

He lifted his mouth from mine and gazed down at my face, analyzing my reaction as he penetrated me inch by inch. God, he was huge. It seemed I would be stretched to capacity, and the idea of that, of Chase filling every inch of me, caused me to mewl in pleasure.

Chase stopped. "Did I hurt you?"

I couldn't help but smile. I curled my arm around his neck and brought his face down to mine. "Quite the opposite. I'm glad I didn't go with the beginner's kit. The advanced kit is working out just fine." I held him tightly with my arms as he pushed inside. A tiny sharp pain made me flinch but then it was just pure satisfaction. The emotional and physical charge I felt from knowing that our bodies were locked together in the most natural erotic connection on earth made me understand that I hadn't just been missing out on the fun of intimate pleasure. I had been missing out on that emotionally fulfilling connection too. But then would I have even had a connection with Trevor? I somehow doubted it.