Satisfy Me Page 3
“Laughing isn’t what a man wants to hear after he pleasures a woman, Maggie.”
She tensed in his arms. Leave it to her to insult the man who just gave her the release of her life. Pulling away she looked him in the eyes. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—”
“I’m kidding, baby. I know how hard I made you come. A little laugh can’t make me doubt my manhood when I can still feel your tight little pussy milking my fingers.” He pulled out of her and licked his hand. “Damn, I knew you’d be delicious.”
Maggie swooned in his arms.
“Don’t faint on me, baby. At least not until you tell me what’s so funny.”
She actually felt her cheeks turn. Not only did she have to tell him how almost virginal she was but she had to do it with her breasts spilling free and her pants undone. Oh, God, and now he had to go and touch her again. His callused fingers played with her still hard nipples.
“Cat got your tongue?” his voice whispered, smooth as honey. “Tell me what you were laughing at before I do get offended.” He pinched both her sensitive peaks.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever had an orgasm anywhere other than a bedroom. Even there they’ve been few and far between.” How pathetic. She hated even admitting it.
Ty shook his head. “Please tell me you’re joking, darlin’.”
“No such luck.” His deep, brown eyes swirled with an emotion she didn’t recognize. That couldn’t be a good sign. Things got even worse when he tucked her back into her bra and pulled her shirt down. She’d scared him away. That easily. The high of her recent release deflated leaving her body frustrated.
“I can’t concentrate with your pretty tits in plain view. Come to the table. We need to talk.”
She perked up slightly. Maybe, just maybe, there was still hope.
*
Ty adjusted his still painfully hard cock. The woman had never had an orgasm outside her bedroom? What the hell kind of men did she date? Thank God he found out before he did something stupid like sink his cock inside her for what would have been a night full of more than one orgasm, in more than one room in his house. Hell, he would have given her an orgasm in every room in his house but with a woman like Maggie, that would have attached strings Ty didn’t want. “I shouldn’t have touched you. I’m sorry about that.”
Her head snapped up, her emerald eyes bored into him. “I wanted you to touch me. I want you to do more than just touch me, Tyson.”
“Shit.” He raked a hand through his hair. “You might think that, Maggie but you’d end up regretting it. All I have room for in my life is sex. Hot, sweaty, grinding sex in a hell of a lot more places than just a bedroom. You don’t want a man like me.”
“Don’t pretend you understand me when you don’t. Actually, I want a man exactly like you.” All traces of her earlier embarrassment disappeared as she eyed him. “I’m looking for hot, sweaty, grinding sex.”
Ty coughed. He’d almost swallowed his own damn tongue. “Excuse me?”
“You’re exactly what I need. I’m tired of settling. There’s nothing wrong with a woman who wants to be sexually satisfied and I’m tired of pretending there is.” In a bold move that made Ty’s cock lurch, Maggie stood up and ripped her tank top over her head. “I’m not asking for anything more than what you want to give. Like I said earlier, I want you to fuck me. I want to explore this side of me that I’ve shied away from.”
Her lush body taunted him, tempted him. With delicate hands she hooked her fingers in her shorts and pushed them down, standing in front of him in nothing more than red cotton panties and bra. She was the sexiest damn woman he’d ever seen. All good intentions flew out the window when she straddled his legs and sat on his lap.
“Help me, Ty. Pleasure me. Satisfy me. Show me what I’ve been missing.”
His hands shook like a horny teenager about to lose his virginity. His dick pulsed, begging and pleading to fuck her. When her hips started to rotate, her core rubbing against his cock he almost lost it. “Just sex, Maggie. That’s all this is.”
“Hot, sweaty, grinding sex,” she reminded him.
@@Hell yeah##. He launched an assault on her, kissing the sweet mouth that asked him to fuck her. With one flick he had her bra unlatched while he let his hands roam the silky skin of her back. Trailing a path up, and over her shoulders, he caught her bra strap in his fingers easing it down her arms. “Let go of me, baby. We need to get rid of his.” Maggie obeyed so he could dispose of her bra. “Mm, just what I like, pretty tits right in my face.” Ty latched onto one nipple as a scream tore from Maggie’s mouth. Sensitive nipples. Being a breast man, he loved when a woman got off on getting her nipples sucked.
His mouth played, sucked, kissed, while he captured her curvy ass in his hands. The panties had to go but damned if he wanted her off his lap to do it. The way her hips rocked back and forth gave his cock a taste of what he’d get when he finally buried himself inside her. Still suckling her he grabbed her thin panties and ripped. The material gave way easy, igniting a gasp from Maggie. “Never had your panties ripped either?” he asked against her breasts. “I don’t want anything getting in the way of your body, Maggie.”
“Me either. I like your hands on me. You make me feel soft … desired.”
He licked both nipples before blowing on them. Maggie shuddered. “You are soft and desired. I’ve wanted to fuck you for three long months, did you know that?” He palmed her ass, squeezing her cheeks while teasing her with his mouth.
“No.”
“It’s true. You’ve given me a constant hard-on. We’re going to have to do something about that today.” Ty lifted her up and set her on his table, easing her back to lie down. “But first I want dessert.” Ty pushed her up higher on the table. “Put your feet on the table, baby. Bend your legs so I can look at your pretty pussy. That’s it. Damn, you’re gorgeous down here.” He stroked her. “So pink, and swollen, and glistening for me.” He inhaled. “Fuck, you smell good. I’m going to eat you up.”
“Hurry. I want to come again, Ty.”
“My pleasure.”
*
Tingles spread across every inch of her body. Her thudding heart beat against her chest. Soon, very soon, Ty’s mouth would be on her most intimate flesh and he’d give her a second kitchen orgasm in one day. @@Oh God##. There he was, spreading her lips with his strong but gentle hands. Maggie moaned and writhed on the table, the smooth, cool wood contrasting with the heat of her skin.
“Do you want me to eat your sweet pussy, Maggie? Do you want my mouth on your clit? Licking your juice?”
No one had ever talked to her like Tyson did. His words fueled her already over the top need for him. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
He traced her lips with a tender touch. She needed more. “Please … put your mouth on me.”
“Anywhere?” He kissed her inner knee, first one then the other.
“No … on … my … pussy. I need your mouth on my pussy, Ty.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Ty licked her cleft making her throb with need. She was spread for him, on display in a way she’d never been and it turned her on. He turned her on. His tongue ate at her, licking her sensitive folds top to bottom before he pushed it inside. “Oh yes. That feels so good.” Better than good but right now her mind couldn’t come up with the words to say what she felt.
“You taste fucking amazing.”
His breath sent a whole new sensation swirling through her body. Her inner muscles stretched as he penetrated her with his fingers.
“I want to play with your clit. We wouldn’t want this tight little baby to be left all by herself.”
Her body thrummed to new heights as his tongue brushed her clitoris. Needing more, Maggie grabbed the back of his head and pushed him against her, moving her hips so he tickled her clitoris the way she needed him to. Fingers pumped, his tongue stroked detonating mini-explosions that built her pleasure higher toward the big one. “Make me come.”
Ty nipped at her nub then drew it into his mouth for a sensual suck while he pumped his finger inside her. Maggie’s body tensed, then exploded in pleasure. “Ty!”
*
“No more waiting. I need inside you now, Maggie.” He knew she was limp, tired, drained from orgasm but if he didn’t slip his cock inside her heat right now he’d lose it. He had a condom from his wallet in no time flat. Too impatient to even undress, Ty unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulled his cock free and sheathed himself. “I want to take you from behind.”
He positioned Maggie so she lay on her stomach, feet on the floor, her ass in the perfect spot for his cock. “No regrets?” God damn, he didn’t want to ask her that. If she said no he’d fucking die but he had to make sure she really wanted this.
“I want you. Please fuck me, Ty.”
Without wasting another second, he plunged inside her balls deep. Her tight pussy muscles squeezed his cock like a fist. Ty thrust, pleasure skyrocketing in his body. Hell, he hoped he could last long enough to give her another orgasm. If not, he’d make it up to her. Right now he needed to come. Badly.
Her hands clutched his table; he held her hips, pumping his dick in the sweetest pussy he’d ever been in. Her panting invigorated him. She’d come again. He could feel it, hear it in the gasps that filled the air around them. Who knew Maggie would be so responsive? “I’m going to come soon, baby and I want you right there with me.” Wrapping his hand around her, he headed straight for her eager clit. Ty pinched it, rubbed it while he pounded into her with deep, tantalizing strokes.
His balls drew tight. Her grip on his cock started to tighten. “Fuck yeah. Let go, Maggie. Let me squeeze another sweet orgasm out of you.” She did. Maggie came at the same time Ty erupted. He pushed twice more, taking all she had to give before falling down to the table beside her.
“I knew you’d be able to satisfy me.” Ty barely made out her hushed, tired words.
Satisfying a woman he had no problem with. The other stuff was where things got trickier for him. Speaking of which, he needed to reintegrate to make sure they were still on the same page. “So what was this all about, Maggie?”
She perked a bit and looked at him. Ty stood up, disposed of the condom and then tucked himself back in his jeans.
“I told you—sex, satisfaction. Taking what I want. You’ve seen me, Tyson; I’m not exactly a sex siren. Hell, I didn’t lose my virginity until I was twenty-five years old. I had so many fantasies about what sex would be like but when I finally made love to a man I was sorely disappointed. Then I met Peter, the man I planned to marry and I knew with him sex would be different. When he finally took me to bed it was even worse than before. He’s a strict, missionary kind of man and when I asked for more he looked at me like some floozy who wanted to boink every man in a five mile radius.”
Ty scoffed. “Sounds like Peter is a loser to me.”
“He made me feel like it was me. Like I was the weird one, so I pushed my fantasies aside. I became who he wanted me to be. Hell, Ty, I’ve never even said the word ‘pussy’ before you made me, tonight.”
Her eyes darted to the floor. She crossed her arms over her chest as if trying to hide herself.
“Fuck that. Don’t you dare feel self-conscious right now, Maggie. There’s nothing wrong with anything we did today.” What the hell? No orgasms or dirty talk? What the hell kind of sex did she have?
“I don’t want to be self-conscious but it’s hard. That’s what this is about, Tyson. I’m taking my life back. First with the move and job change, and now with sex. I’m taking what I want, one orgasm at a time. And I want you to help me do it.”
If he hadn’t, ten minutes before he had been inside her he would have thought this a dream. Nothing as good as what he just felt could be a dream, so crazy as it sounded this had to be real. The smart thing to do would be to let her down easy and then run for the hills. Two things stopped him: Maggie and Casper. No two ways about it, he wanted Maggie and one night with her didn’t come close to satisfy his craving the woman.
And, Casper, hell, he just didn’t want to prove the crazy ghost right. If he turned Maggie down he’d be running just like she accused him of doing. Casper was right, this wasn’t just about her, it was about him too. Truth be told, he feared he might not ever rid his desire for her. The contrast between the sweet Maggie and the wild wanton he had tonight got to him. Called to him.
But like he told her, this was just sex. Nothing more, so what did he have to worry about? If he did this, said yes to her, he’d not only have the wanton Maggie in his bed, but he’d help her out, and rid himself of Casper at the same time.
“Tell me your fantasies, Maggie. I’m going to make them all come true.”
Chapter Four
A buzz sounded. Ty’s eyes popped open, the sandpaper of yesterday gone. For the first night in a while he had a good night’s sleep. No Casper and no hard, painful cock from sex dreams about Maggie. After a good stretch he leapt from the bed and went straight for a shower. A light fragrance of vanilla and woman clung to him. Maggie. Lingering before stepping into the stall, he took one last sniff before he got in and washed her unique scent from his skin. Soon, he’d have her beneath him again, or on top—whatever the mood struck. All he knew was he would have her.
The woman wanted to have sex outdoors. He’d give it to her. His hidden fishing spot, tucked around a bend, and nuzzled in deep trees would be the perfect, private spot for their camping trip. Unless a boat came by. If so, they’d get an eyeful and Maggie could experience a little exhibitionism. Hell, he had a feeling she’d get off on it. After everything she told him last night, he wondered if she hoped for it.
After a quick wash Ty went about getting things ready for their day. With the week he had, he’d fully planned to take advantage of the weekend. And now he’d have a warm, willing woman with him to take the edge off. Someone who would slake the hunger for what he’d denied himself for three long months. The woman with the hot little pussy that fit him like a glove. Fuck, he hoped he didn’t regret this, hoped like hell she didn’t get hurt.
But how could he say no? How could he turn down bringing out the wicked side of her that assholes like her ex tried to bury? He couldn’t.
This is the right thing to do, he told himself. And they’d both enjoy themselves a whole hell of a lot in the process.
* * * *
Her grandmother had been a strong woman. Through her words, her determination—though she doubted this was what Grandma had in mind— Maggie found the courage to do the same thing. The lustful thoughts she’d always harbored were becoming more than just thoughts and the man she admired from afar was the one making them come true.
A knock at the door jarred her from her thoughts. “Come in,” Maggie called out while she finished slipping into a pair of tennis shoes. No one else would be at her house at six AM but Tyson. A click sounded followed by a creak. “Hey, you.”
His brow creased. “Why didn’t you make sure it was me before yelling to come in? Better yet, why isn’t the door locked?”
“@@Pfft##. This is Last Chance. Half the people in this town probably leave their doors unlocked.”
“Just because they’re stupid doesn’t mean you should be. You’re a woman living alone. Lock your doors.”
His order should have angered her but for some reason it made her heart do a funny little flutter instead. He worried about her and dumb as it was, that made her feel good. Maggie stood up. “I usually do leave it locked. I knew you’d be coming over so I unlocked it a few minutes ago.”
“Next time wait until I get here. Anyone could have been at the door.”
Maggie shook her head. Men! Always had to be macho. “What are we doing?” She knew he planned to take her camping but other than that he hadn’t given her many clues about their day. After she’d told him some of her fantasies he told her to be ready this morning for a trip. Somehow sex wo
uld be tied in. She just wasn’t sure how.
“The river.” He didn’t elaborate any further. His voice turned husky as his chocolate eyes raked her up and down. Goosebumps pebbled on her skin following the trail of his gaze. “I tasted you all night, Maggie. The scent of your arousal clung to my body damn near giving me a wet dream when I thought about what if felt like inside your slippery walls.”
Wetness seeped from the folds of her sex soaking her panties. Tyson wrapped his arms around her, surrounding her in his warmth.
“Did you think of me when you were all tucked into bed, baby?”
Had she ever. “Yes.” His hands squeezed the round globes of her ass. “Oh!”
“Did you do more than just think about me?”
How did he know? Come on, Mags. Tell him. Don’t get cold feet now. “Yes.”
“What did you do?”
“First I—”
“No, Maggie, show me. Don’t tell me.”
Her pulse pounded. Her core throbbed with the need to come. For Ty. To show him she could be wild, untamed, purely sexual. Maggie kicked her shoes from her feet and dropped her shorts and panties. Her limbs trembled in a mix of anticipation and fear.
“Look at that pretty pussy. Did you touch yourself, Maggie? Did you sink your fingers into your cunt?”
“I pretended it was you. I wanted it to be you.”
“It will be me but not right now. I want to see you push your delicate fingers into your hungry little kitty cat. Can you do that for me, baby?”
She never would have thought she could do something like this but looking at Tyson she knew she could.
*
If she said no he’d fucking explode. His cock hurt, it was hard enough to pound nails, but he had to hold himself back. He wanted this milestone for Maggie. If she couldn’t masturbate in front of him, what would happen if they were caught fucking by the river? He had to know she could handle the possibility of someone watching her.
The indecision in her eyes melted revealing the glint of desire. Maggie fell back against the couch and rested her feet on the coffee table.