No Regrets (7 page)

“Eh!” I gasped, arching up at the delicious pressure against my pussy and at the delicious wash of emotion at his words.

He lowered his face to the crook of my neck, and his skin grated against my throat, intensifying my arousal.

I clawed at the back of his shirt, trying to grab as much of him as I could. My hands raked down to his ass, where I grabbed and squeezed at the tight muscles greedily.

I felt something firm in his pocket and realized instinctively what it was.

It gave me an idea. A spontaneous, naughty, and completely inappropriate idea.

Despite my body’s response to him, I couldn’t ignore the idea once it came to me. So, keeping my hand in place, I gasped, “Hold on a minute, Josh.”

He pulled off me immediately at the different note in my voice.

Just as I pulled his wallet out of his pocket.

I jumped up and hurried across the room before he could react. When I was safe, I quickly found his driver’s license in his wallet.

Josh was still sitting on the couch, dazed, rumpled, and visibly aroused. Realizing what I’d just done, he gave a roar and came after me.

But it was too late. “Ah ha!” I declared victoriously. “You’ll be thirty-five next month!”

My victory was short-lived. Because now Josh was in full-fledged battle mode and he wasn’t giving any quarter. He advanced on me—slowly but with visible intent.

Laughing, I managed to hold up my hands to ward him off. “No more wrestling. It’s too late. I’ve already figured it out.”

“Believe me,” Josh growled, scooping me up into his arms. “Wrestling is the last thing on my mind.”

My pussy clenched in excitement at the erotic promise in his voice. And at the intoxicating helplessness of my position in his arms, his body big and strong against me—making me feel uncharacteristically small and feminine. I had already been turned on, but now I was more aroused than ever.

But I didn’t cave quite so easily. “Where are you taking me?” I demanded. “You really think this is going to work to turn me on?”

It was working—even more as I wriggled and rocked against him.

He kept me in place with both arms, and he ignored my breathless, indignant cries—although I suspected he was hiding a smile.

“All right,” he murmured, “I see what this was all about.”

“What do you mean?” I was genuinely confused as he placed me on the bed and sat down on the edge.

“I mean this was all in service of getting what you’ve wanted all along.”

I gasped and flushed as I realized what he was saying.

“It’s what you’ve wanted all along. Isn’t it?” This time, he was asking a question. I could see it in his eyes.

I gave a little nod, confirming that I was up for this.

Then, before I could react, he pulled me across his lap.

Realizing what he was doing, I squealed in feigned resistance. I kicked out and tried to pummel him with my fists and made every show I could of outrage.

It wasn’t particularly convincing because I was half-laughing the whole time. And I wasn’t actually resisting.

So Josh had no trouble laying me face-down across his lap and giving me a loud smack on my ass.

A jolt of pleasure shot through me, the sharp pain provoking a deep pleasure.

I made a little squeak of surprise. And more than surprise.

“How did you like that?” he asked, his hand resting on my butt.

I could feel it there, even through the fabric of my pants.

I tried to catch my breath through my rising desire.

“I asked you a question,” he said.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I liked it.”

He smacked his hand down on my bottom again, the sound as shocking as the sting of pain. The pressure of it pushed my clit down against his thigh.

I cried out loudly. And again when he spanked me once more.

Soon my body was rocking over his lap—my motion more erotic than rebellious. My squeals had shifted into breathless grunts of pleasure every time I felt his strong hand connect with my bottom.

After a few more spanks, Josh’s body tightened so palpably, I could sense it even in my position.

On one last spank, he pulled me up and laid me out on the bed beside him, my legs hanging over the side.

Then he leaned over me, his face hot and hungry and so possessive, I lost my breath. “Now. I guess you’ve learned your lesson.”

My hands reached up with a will of their own, fisting in his shirt and trying futilely to pull him closer to me. “And what lesson is that?”

Josh cupped one of my breasts and reached down to rub against my slightly sensitive bottom. I was still wearing my clothes, but I might as well be naked. “You tell me.”

My breath came out in silly, little pants, and my skin blazed with a luscious heat. “Smug asshole.” My eyes were laughing as I gazed up at him, belying any truth to my words. “You think I enjoyed that domineering spanking?”

Josh’s lips twitched, but his eyes also smoldered. He moved his hands until his fingers had closed around my wrists. Then he stretched them up and outward, spreading me taut beneath him and holding me trapped. “I guess you still haven’t learned your lesson.”

Then he kissed me—rough and ravenous, his tongue plundering my mouth with both passion and entitlement.

I felt entirely possessed by Josh, nearly torn apart by the conflicting sensations of pleasure and tenderness, helplessness and power. I wanted to devour him, to pull him inside me completely. And I wanted to never stop feeling the brute strength of his body, the warm burden of his weight.

My legs were trapped beneath his thighs, and my arms were imprisoned by his unrelenting grip. I struggled against him—not in fear or resistance but to test the strength of his hold.

He was unmovable—his lips and hands as hard and strong as they were passionate.

Josh pulled up, just far enough to look down at my face.

I knew exactly what I was doing when I muttered, “Asshole.”

He released me suddenly and straightened up, giving me a narrow-eyed glare.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “Things were just getting good.”

“Take off your clothes.”

I swallowed hard and felt a familiar clench in my pussy. I slowly took off my clothes until I wore just my underwear.

“All of them,” he instructed, watching every move I made.

This was someone else too—someone who was so entirely turned on that she was throbbing all over as she took off her bra and panties while he watched.

“Now turn over.”

I turned over obediently, shaking all over in anticipation.

He moved closer to me and rested his hand on my bottom.

I lifted my hips toward it, wanting it, aching for it.

“Stay still.” He slowly rubbed the bare flesh, which was sensitive from the previous spankings. “Do you know why I’m spanking you again?”

“Because I called you an asshole.”

“And why else?”

“Because…” I almost strangled on my need to raise my bottom toward his hand. “Because I want it.”

“That’s right.”

I waited. For what felt like a long time, my arousal driving me crazy.

Then he lifted his hand and brought it down with a loud slap.

I cried out at the sharp jolt of pained pleasure.

He waited a moment, caressing the warm flesh. Then he gave me another spank.

“Please,” I gasped, wondering how this was me, how this person could possibly be me. “Please, again.”

He spanked me again and then again, when I asked for another. Then once more before he rolled me over.

He moved over me again, the erotic tension of his features held in check by his controlled scrutiny. He stretched my arms above my head, holding me restrained again. “Leslie?” he asked thickly.

I knew what he was asking. But I didn’t want to escape from him. My vulnerability only increased the thrill and excitement. “Yeah. Josh, please!”

He made a growling sound and devoured me with another kiss.

I squirmed beneath him, dying for friction, for stimulation on my over-sensitive nipples and my throbbing pussy. Soon my desire was torturous, and I whimpered out incoherent pleas against his mouth.

My wrists were slightly numb from his grip, but I kept them in place—waiting to feel his strong fingers on me again.

He lowered his face to my breast, taking the nipple in his mouth

“God!” I cried, as the tugs of arousal intensified at his suckling. “Oh, oh, God!”

His bristly skin rubbed against the sensitive swell of my breast, and I rocked beneath him frantically. Just when I was about to go crazy with frustration, he released my breast and reared up over me again.

My mouth fell open as I looked at him. He was intense and feral and so big—like some kind of warrior fresh from battle. “Oh Josh!” The words were choked on a harsh inhale.

The smolder in his eyes turned into a blaze—like nothing I’d seen from him before. He made another guttural sound and shifted his grip on my wrists to one hand, stretching my arms straight above my head.

“Don’t move them from right here,” he said.

I kept my arms in place as he unfastened his pants and rolled on a condom.

When he’d done so, he lined his cock up and thrust into me with one hard stroke.

I cried out in pleasure at the forceful penetration. Since my legs were now freed, I tried to wrap them around his hips. Succeeded on the third try.

My shift in position caused his cock to sink into me even more deeply. He began to thrust with hard, rhythmic drives, pushing into me, jiggling my body, shaking the bed until it squeaked.

My orgasm spiraled up fast and hard, after the extent of my arousal and the stimulation of my shaking body and the soreness of my bottom.

I struggled against his hands again, feeling how trapped I was beneath his power. How vulnerable I was splayed out beneath him. How tight I felt with his cock buried in my pussy.

I came with a strangled cry, my body tensing brutally and then releasing in shudders and spasms.

Josh grunted and jerked his head to the side, biting his bottom lip as my intimate muscles clenched ruthlessly around him. But he kept thrusting against the contractions, until he’d pushed me into another climax on the heels of my first.

When I’d come down, he was still hard inside me, and my tightened channel could feel every twitch and shift of his cock.

He was panting just as desperately as I was, his eyes raking over my flushed, damp face, messy hair, and naked upper body.

“Josh,” I said, my throat sore from the cries I’d made earlier.

“Yes?” He rolled his hips, causing me to moan at the feel of his cock rubbing against my inner walls.

“Josh, I’ve lost the circulation in my hands.”

He blinked. “Oh.”

His face looked so adorably surprised that I giggled.

He smiled—oddly self-deprecating—and released my wrists. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I told him, shaking my hands to get rid of the buzzing. “That was incredible.” I bucked up beneath him. “And it doesn’t feel like it’s over yet.”

“It’s not.” He slid back and thrust into me again, his hard flesh stroking against me intimately and feeling deliciously raw.

Wanting to touch more of his skin, I started to bunch up the fabric of his shirt until I had enough of it to pull over his head. He lifted his arms so I could pull it off completely, and I tossed it over the side of the bed.

Now his chest was bare, and I stroked my hands over the muscular planes and coarse hair. When he pressed it down toward my breasts, I reached around to caress his smooth back.

His weight was resting on me now more fully, pushing me into the mattress, but I loved the feel of his hot, sweaty heaviness. His thrusts became shorter and faster, and I rocked my pelvis up against his motion—my clit getting good friction from his pubic bone.

“God, it’s so good,” I gasped, as I felt another orgasm building up at my center.

“Fuck, yeah.” Josh was panting hotly against the skin of my neck, holding enough of his weight on his elbows to keep me from smothering beneath him. “So good.”

I scratched lines down his back as the pressure inside me intensified, and a matching pressure in my chest deepened at his raspy words. I was huffing out little sounds of effort and pleasure, repeated sounds of “Eh heh!”

“You feel so good, Leslie,” Josh muttered. “So good, so good.”

My huffs turned into something close to sobs as strong emotion swelled and mingled with the tense pleasure. “Gonna come. Again.”

He made a rough sound in his throat and fell out of rhythm for a moment, his hips pistoning against mine, his cock sliding wetly inside me.

Wanting to feel the motion of his ass in every way, I groped down until I could feel the clenching muscles beneath my fingers. Then my climax surged forward, and I clawed at his bare ass.