“Christ, that’s hot.” He slides a hand up my neck and threads his fingers into my hair. “I fuckin’ love having you in my apartment.”
I bite my lip and increase the speed with which I stroke him. “I love how super Australian you get when I’m stroking your dick.”
“Fuuuck.” Mace hisses and pulls his hips back. I glance hungrily up at him through my lashes, knowing that look has always driven him crazy. He grips my chin as he draws me closer. His lips cover mine, his tongue pushes inside, tangling with my own. He slides his hands down to my waist and lifts me onto the counter, his towel springing free of his muscular hips, and falling to the floor.
He yanks my G-string aside and shoves two thick fingers inside me, pushing me back a little on the counter with the force of the thrust. “Daddy needs a snack.”
I laugh at his absurd use of the word, but he slides his fingers free and drops to his knees on the kitchen floor, and then he tugs me forward mercilessly and covers my pussy with his mouth. Panties and all.
“Holy shit.” I throw my head back and caress the curls at the nape of his neck.
Mace pushes his fingers inside again and separates them, stretching my pussy, and then he pulls out, and slowly adds another finger. “Gotta get that little pink cunt ready for my dick.”
“She’s ready,” I pant.
“Yeah?” His tongue darts out and swipes along my pussy in one long, hard lick. I jerk and squeeze my thighs around his head, wanting him to spend a little more time Down Under. “Later, babe. Right now, I need to fuck my girlfriend in her new apartment.”
He stands and kisses me ferociously. I taste myself on his tongue and greedily lap at his mouth, eager for more. Mace leans over and opens the top drawer, fishing a condom from the space beside the forks. He tears it open with his teeth, and spits the strip of packaging on the floor. I raise my brows. “Do I even want to know why you’re keeping condoms in your utensil drawer?”
He shrugs and rolls on the condom. “I figured it doesn’t hurt to be prepared, especially since you said yes to moving in.”
“Good answer, though I’m not sure I believe that entirely.”
He winks at me, and goddamn, does this man know how to drive me crazy. “You ready?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod and dart out my tongue to wet my lips. “Yeah. Give it to me, please?”
He swipes his thumb across my bottom lip and I suck it inside as he shoves into me in one hard, long thrust.
“Oh, god.”
“You like my dick fucking your tight little hole, baby?” He pumps in and out of me violently fast.
My breath catches in my throat and then comes in sharp pants too shallow to do any good, certainly too distracting to really answer properly. So, I nod and sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
“Yeah? You gonna let me fuck all your holes on our kitchen counter?”
That gives me some pause. It’s not like I’m opposed to anal, but the first thing I did when I learned Mace had a Jacob’s ladder was hit up Google. And everything I’d learned told me anal was not always a pleasurable experience with piercings in tow.
“You fucking speechless now, babe? That’s not like you.” He punctuates his words with a punishing thrust of his cock. I throw my head back and close my eyes. His piercings glide against my inner walls, just adding to the spine-tingling pleasure building within me.
Mace groans and plants his hand against the backsplash as he jerks inside me. “Fuck, I love feeling you, milking my dick. I fucking love you, Lo.”
I freeze. My entire body breaks out in chills, and I sit on his kitchen counter with my pussy aching and my stomach threatening to revolt.
What the fuck?
Tell me he didn’t just drop a fucking L bomb as he blew his load inside me? I know moving in was sudden, but I thought we were at the same point in our relationship.
Did I love Mace? Maybe ... in a way. Was I attracted to him? Fuck yeah, and I know we’re moving fast, but I wasn’t planning on hurtling toward forever at lightspeed the second I’d said yes. I loved his company, I love the way he fucked, but when he said he loved me, my first response was to think of Gabe.
“Babe?”
I clear my throat and will my voice to be steady as I say, “Yeah?”
“You came, right?”
Nope. Slapping me upside the head with that little declaration of love kind of killed the mood.