Vivian Arend - Turn It On

And it was new. The thought of taking her virgin ass thrilled him, but he’d save that adventure for another day. Now was about Maxine, and her pleasure, although the moans and panting emitting from her lovely throat made his day as well.

He turned his full attention on her, rubbing and suckling, pumping two fingers into her sheath and curving against the front wall of her passage to stroke the delicate tissue there.

“Ryan! Oh my word.” Maxine opened her legs wider, pressing her crotch against his face, her fingers buried in his hair to clutch him close. There was no way he planned on stopping, not with the rush of liquid from her body easing his fingers, mixing her sweet flavor into an aphrodisiac of the finest caliber. Under his continued ministrations she climaxed, her body squeezing his hand, a throaty cry leaving her lips and urging him to rise up and capture one rosy nipple in his teeth. He gave just the briefest bite, a slip of pain, before soothing it, but she leapt under him, her whole body jerking in response.

“Please, I need you now.” Maxine pulled at his shoulders, urging him over her body, reaching to guide his rigid cock.

As he pressed in for the first time without any barrier between them, the sensation was enough to make him groan aloud with pleasure. “So fucking good. You feel like heaven.” He dropped his head on her shoulder for a moment, savoring the sweet, tight heat squeezing his cock. She lifted her legs and he settled deeper and they both responded with moans.

“You feel amazing inside me,” Maxine whispered. “It feels so right.” He stared into her face as he withdrew slowly, until the tip of his erection clung to her heat. Then he thrust his hips forward and watched her eyes close and a satisfied smile cross her face. “Yes! Again,” she demanded.

He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

Long stroke followed long stroke, the slow withdrawal teasing his nerve endings as he dragged out of her tight passage. Each forward thrust tapped the end of his cock into her cervix, and it was enough to start his ears ringing. It felt so overwhelmingly fabulous he fought to maintain tempo. He wasn’t going to last much longer in this position.

So he swung them around, placing Maxine in the driver’s seat. She sat up and he slid even deeper and she gasped.

“Oh, my.”

“Set the pace, sweetheart.” He clasped her hips, lifting and lowering her, showing the range of motion. She took over, strong thighs flexing as she set a smooth pace designed to torment him. Slow enough she controlled the movement, fast enough his cock felt gripped in a hot hand, stroking and massaging him to the breaking point.

He cupped her breasts, tweaking the pouting nipples to hard points, twisting gently until Maxine’s breathing deteriorated to ragged panting. Then he dropped his hand and found her clit, priming her for combustion.

“More, oh please, a little more,” she begged, and he thrust with his hips, increasing their speed, pressing hard on her clit. With a cry she threw back her head, and the forceful squeeze of her climax exploding ripped a response from him, tore his seed from his cock to spurt into her pulsing depths. Maxine collapsed onto him, heart pounding, body shaking with tremors. He held her close, still buried in her heat, his shaft jerking in response to her convulsing channel.

She sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a slow exhale. Pressing her hands to his chest, she leaned back to sit on his cock, wiggled her hips and smiled. “I like this position.”

He brushed her cheek with his palm, sliding intimately down the length of her torso to finish cradling her hips in his hands. “I could tell. I like it too.” She flushed red and he chuckled. “What are you thinking to make you blush?”

“Not going to tell you.” He tickled her gently and she squirmed away with a smile. “No fair, no torturing answers from your victim.”

“Hmm, victim. I could have some fun with that idea.” She swatted him on the arm and he tackled her to the mattress, rolling together until they were both laughing and giggling like children. Then he kissed her soundly, nestled her in his arms and held her close.

She sighed contently. “You’re a marvelous lover.” Her stomach growled and they both laughed.

“It’s not my fault we didn’t have supper. Really, this time it’s yours,” Ryan explained seriously, as they rolled off the bed to find their clothes.

Maxine smiled at him from across the room. “I believe you, but I do need food. Have to keep my strength up.”

“Hmmm, any reason why?” he teased, raking her body with his gaze.

She raised her brows at him. “Insatiable, that’s what you are.”

Ryan shot his hand in the air. “Guilty.” He paced over to hold her close and drop a kiss on her uplifted lips. “As far as you’re concerned, I can never get enough.”

Thanksgiving Day dawned far too bright and early. Maxine crawled out of the warmth of her bed with reluctance to get the turkeys in the ovens on time. Everyone joining the celebration would bring a casserole or dessert, or a bottle of wine, but as hostess she was responsible for the main course.

Ryan shifted as she tried to sneak away, reaching out to pull her back. She attempted to avoid him. “I need to get up,” she whispered, biting back a yawn.

“It’s still the middle of the night, come back to bed.” He tugged the wrist he’d captured and for a second she was tempted to crawl back and snuggle against his firm body. Let his warmth cover her and seep in again. But cuddling would inevitably lead to sex, and there was no way she wanted to live through the same disaster Aunt Maximina had experienced two years ago, when the turkeys were still half-raw by dinnertime.

“I need to get up,” she pleaded, kissing his fingers.

He squeezed her hand before releasing it and pushing back the covers. “I’ll put the coffee on, you can grab a shower.”

She shook her head and let the yawn overtake her for a moment. “Once things are cooking we can come back to bed. Everything else is ready. In fact, you don’t need to get up.”

Ryan closed the distance between them and kissed her tenderly, his hands soft on her body as he held her in a close embrace. He’d spent almost every night with her this past week. “I want to get up. Let me help, I promise not to burn anything.”

She laughed and grabbed her robe. As they made their way downstairs she wondered at how much difference a week made. Since she’d discovered Carl’s existence, the mood between her and Ryan had changed. The strange sadness haunting him had fled. His decisive manner and tender touches remained, yet there was an extra component accompanying not only his lovemaking, but also his teasing and his companionable silences.

Whatever had exorcised his ghosts, she liked it. Liked it a lot.

They hadn’t solved everything. She’d created a royal mess telling the nurses she was his fiancée. A couple of times already she’d been asked to make an official decision regarding Carl’s care and she’d quickly deferred to Ryan.

Carl was overjoyed when she joined Ryan twice on his visits. The times she hadn’t gone, the youth had been satisfied with the promise she would return another day.

What it all meant for the future was still up in the air—Maxine wasn’t ready to talk about more than the commitment they had right now. A couple who enjoyed each other’s company. She was beginning to hope there might be the potential for more, but it was too early for serious discussion, and with Carl content, Ryan’s fears had settled as well.

Setting both the wall ovens to heat, Maxine turned to manhandle the massive birds to the island to finish stuffing them only to find Ryan had everything including the premade ingredients lined up in rows waiting for her.

“Wow, you’re efficient,” she complimented him.

He wiggled his brows at her. “You said something about going back to bed when we’re done, so I’m willing to make the chores go by as rapidly as possible.”

She shook her head. “You’re bad.” Picking up the bowl with stuffing she made a face before grabbing a handful and sticking it into the first bird. Ryan stepped behind her. His hands caressed the sides of her torso, skimmed her breasts then slipped around to loosen the knot of her robe. “Stop it, you’re not helping get the job done any quicker.”

She wiggled but his grasp remained firm. “You go ahead and do your job and I’ll do mine. I won’t get in your way,” he promised. He licked her earlobe and she smiled in spite of it all. She had her hands full of savory bread and raisins, and her belly was tight with waking desire. Ryan stroked her breasts before sliding his hands down her belly to bury his fingers in her crotch and lightly massage her slit.

“You’re a bad boy, and if you keep this up you’re getting nothing but a lump of coal for Christmas. Oh my God, what are you doing?”

He had slipped his hand around to her butt, his fingers slick with moisture as he prodded the rosette of her anus. “It’s Thanksgiving. It’s time for stuffing, right? I have a little present for you.”

She had no way to stop him, no way to protest unless she took her sticky, stuffing-covered hands out of the turkey to defend herself. “You’re not really going to… Ryan, I know I told you the other day I was willing for you to teach me about anal sex, but not now. Oh God!”

He suckled on her neck as he slipped his finger in. Her heart pounded. It felt far better than she wished, because she really wanted a reason to get angry.

“We’re not going to have sex,” he said reasonably. “You’re just going to wear a plug for a little while to start getting you ready.”

“Plug?”

“You’re not doing your job, sweetheart,” Ryan pointed out. “Stuffing, right?”

“Bastard.” She finished the first bird and shuffled to the second, his one arm holding her tight to his torso, the other doing wicked, wicked things to her body. She slammed a fistful of stuffing into the avian and cried out with pleasure as he brought both hands into play, one in front, one back. “I’m going to kill you when this is over, you know that, don’t you?”

He laughed and rubbed her clit, rolling it gently between his fingers. Her legs started to shake. Something cold and hard poked at her butt, and she sucked in a quick breath.

“It’s okay, Maxine, keep breathing. Feel and enjoy.” He increased his fingers’ tempo against her clit, and warmth pooled in her belly. The stretching sensation in her anus dropped to a pleasurable…presence. And then the distraction of her breaking climax made everything else fade away.

He held her as she came, the waves of release slow and drawn out, his continued touch lightening as her body grew more sensitive. Then he kissed her cheek and walked to the sink, washing his hands thoroughly before coming to lift the heavy roasting pans into the ovens.

Maxine walked gingerly until she grew used to the plug. It didn’t hurt, but she was wet and excited, and he was driving her crazy. Only Ryan would think of such a trick.

“You still plotting to kill me?” he asked, handing her a coffee mug across the island. He tried to look apologetic, but there was too much delight in his eyes for the innocent expression to work.

She shook her head. “It’s a good thing you’re cute. A bastard, but cute.”

Ryan frowned at her. “Cute? What kind of compliment is that? I’m old, ugly as sin, bossy, and all kinds of other grievous sins, including devious.” He patted her lightly on the butt and she sucked in air as the plug shifted.

“I’m not wearing this all day,” Maxine warned. She couldn’t imagine what disasters would happen if the sexual fever building inside distracted her while her family descended on the house.

“Of course not. Only for the morning.” He nibbled her lips, rubbing small circles on her lower back. “Can we go back to bed? I have a few things I want to try while you’re wearing that thing.”

Her mouth went dry. She gulped a mouthful of her drink in defense as his expression turned wicked. “I need my coffee.”

“I need you.” He pointed at her mug. “Drink up. You’ll want to be awake for this.”

Ryan wrapped himself around her, keeping their bodies in full contact even as he consumed her. Her sweet flavor mixed with the after taste of their coffee, creating an exotic blend. The sensual touch of her fingers as she clutched his shoulders made him forget exactly what he had planned. He guided them blindly through the house, his thoughts jangling together in a heap of desire and obsession. There wasn’t an inch of her body he hadn’t explored, and he still couldn’t get enough of her.