Burned

Chapter 9—Fuel the Fire

I STARE AT myself in the full-length mirror behind my bedroom door, gazing in open fascination at the flush that colors the skin that runs from my breasts up to my cheeks and the wild tangle of chestnut curls that hangs around my face. Twisting my body and turning my head to look back over my shoulder, I see red marks along my upper back, a stark reminder of the force of Collin’s thrusts as he pummeled me into the wall. Dropping my gaze lower, I’m confronted with further evidence of his possession in the form of his fingerprints dotting both cheeks of my ass, and I find myself unable to stop the satisfied smile that takes over my face as I recall the way he dug his fingers into me and slammed my body against him
Jordan left his mark on me only once during the course of our marriage, smacking my ass so hard that it brought tears to my eyes. After I punched him in the arm and threatened to cut off his balls, he swore he’d never do it again. Rough sex is not something that ever held any appeal for me. I certainly never thought being f*cked against a wall so hard it left marks would turn me on, but I find myself staring at the results of what we just did and feeling that familiar stirring between my legs again.
I hear the water shut off in the bathroom across the hall and turn away from the mirror before Collin sees that I’ve been obsessively eyeing all the things he did to my body. I’m not fast enough, though, and the dimple in his cheek stands out when he smirks at me as he strolls naked into the room,
“Checking out my handy work?” he asks, coming to stand behind me while I rummage through my dresser drawer for a pair of underwear and a tank top, trying to pretend like that wasn’t exactly what I’d been doing.
“Don’t get so cocky, Mr. McDaniels,” I warn, glancing at him over my shoulder.
He presses his body against my back and I feel his cock, hot and hard between the cheeks of my ass.
Jesus, how in the hell is he already hard again?
“I’m pretty sure I earned the right to be a little cocky,” he whispers close to my ear.
I can’t even think of a sufficient comeback because he’s right. He definitely went above and beyond tonight and I won’t deny him his right to gloat. After giving me two mind-numbing orgasms, he’s certainly earned it.
The heat of his body is suddenly gone as he moves away from me, his fingertips trailing down my spine and then circling each little red mark. I close my eyes as he leans in and kisses each spot.
“I’m sorry I was so rough, Lee,” he whispers as he squats down and presses his lips against the area on my ass that’s still pink from his handprint.
He stands back up, bringing his body flush against mine again and I lean my head back against his chest as his arms wrap around my waist.
“I like having your marks on my body,” I tell him honestly, because it’s the absolute truth.
I like that those marks will serve as a reminder of Collin’s possession for days to come, but, more than that, I love what each of those marks mean. Never in my life have I experienced the absolute feminine power of having a man want me beyond all reason, the thrill of having him need me so much that he couldn’t hold himself back, nor did I think I wanted to. I never had any desire to push the boundaries of sex with Jordan because deep down, I didn’t really trust him. I didn’t trust him enough to take care of me or explore that dark side of my sexual needs I’ve kept buried inside. I also know in my heart that I wouldn’t have been able to let go like that with any man other then Collin. I want it all, the dark and the sweet and everything in between, and I want it with the man standing behind me. I never felt comfortable telling Jordan what I wanted or needed from him, but I know I don’t have to be afraid with Collin.
“Open your eyes and watch,” he demands softly as he slightly turns both of our bodies.
Damn, what is it with him and making me watch?
I comply with his request and when I see that he’s turned us to face the mirror, I suddenly understand why he wants me to look this time.
I watch as the palms of his hands flatten against my stomach before they move in opposite directions, one going up to cup my breast and the other going down to cup my sex.
His thumb begins to trace a circle around one hard nipple while the other thumb slowly circles my *. I let out a gasp as I watch his middle finger slide between my folds before dipping inside of me. He holds his hand still and seeing his finger completely disappeared inside of me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. He continues to circle both my * and my nipple with the same achingly slow speed all the while keeping that long, thick finger perfectly motionless inside my body.
“Slide your hand down here, baby,” he orders quietly. I manage to tear my eyes away from the sight of his hand cupping my sex, meeting his gaze in the mirror with a puzzled look on my face. “I want you to feel this, Lee. Push your finger inside you with mine.”
I have no idea who this man is saying such delicious things against my ear and I can’t believe I ever worried that adult Collin’s sexual skills would be a repeat of the awkward, bungling attempts of the boy I knew in high school. Seventeen-year- old Collin couldn’t bring me to the edge of release with a bit of dirty talk or play my body like he owned it. He’s grown up in more ways than one and I couldn’t be happier about that right now.
Resting my hand on top of his forearm, I slide it down until my palm brushes over top of his hand and our fingers are almost interlaced. I can feel the knuckle of his middle finger and I move my own until I’m doing as he asked and pushing it inside myself right alongside his. He pulls his hand away from me slowly, sliding both of our fingers out to the tips and holding them there until I can’t take the torture any longer. I push on his hand so we both slide right back in, my wetness coating both of us.
We continue the push and pull of our fingers while his thumb brushes back and forth over my *, his other hand still working my nipple with the exact same speed and pressure.
“You’re so wet, Finnley. Do you like watching our fingers f*ck you?” he asks, staring at my face in the mirror.
“I like anything you do to me,” I reply with a shaky breath as he picks up the speed of our fingers until the only sound in the room is the wet, sucking noise our fingers make as they sink inside me over and over.
He bends his knees behind me and I see the tip of his cock between my legs as I stare into the mirror, our fingers continuing to move in a blindingly fast pace.
In one perfectly executed move, he pulls our fingers out of my body and immediately replaces them with his cock, sliding deep inside of me with one slow push.
His hand stops its ministrations on my nipple and instead, bands tightly around my ribs right below my breasts to hold me up. Thank God for that because I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to stand on my own. As he works himself in and out of me, using two fingers to rub my *, I reach behind me to grasp his hips, curling my nails into his flesh as he slowly f*cks me. He takes his time with me, each plunge deep and precise and so completely unlike our earlier encounter. Being taken up against the wall in a rush of slapping bodies and bruised skin was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, but this slow burn with its sensual intensity is just as good.
The fingers circling my * move maddeningly fast while his cock plunges into me deep and slow, the opposing sensations melting together until I’m nothing but a burning pile of need. It’s a struggle simply to stand here and try to help him keep my body upright when my thighs start to shake as my body hovers at the brink of orgasm. My hands clench his hips tighter and I lock down my muscles, afraid to move for fear of losing my hold on the feelings coursing through my body—
The need to scream.
The need to come.
The need to keep him here so he can do this to me every single day.
Forever.
That thought should scare the hell out of me, but it doesn’t. This time is impossibly better than the first and I can only imagine that it will continue to get better every single time.
My release comes swiftly and without warning, my p-ssy clamping down on his cock as I continue to watch what he’s doing to me in the mirror, my mouth open on a silent scream of pleasure. I gasp and pant through my orgasm until my throat is so dry it feels like it will crack. As I come down from my high, Collin turns us away from the mirror, grabs my hands from his hips and places them on top of the dresser in front of me.
“Hold on, baby,” he warns.
I have just enough time to brace myself against the smooth surface of my dresser before he pulls his cock completely out of me and immediately slams it back in to the hilt. I cry out in pleasure as he resumes the same pounding rhythm as earlier, his hips slapping into my ass as he grips my hips tightly and uses my body to find his release.
I lift myself up on my toes and arch my back, giving him easier access and allowing him to drive himself inside me, as deep as he can go, again and again. I feel the heat of him behind me and the length of him inside me and I’ve never felt more completely overwhelmed. I love the sound of him losing control, growls and curses that are rough and foul and so f*cking sexy that I feel my p-ssy tighten down on his cock in an involuntary spasm. I love that I can already tell when he’s getting ready to come just by the way his movements become jerky, like he can’t control what he’s doing and his only thought is of coming inside me.
“F*ck, Lee. F*ck!” he shouts, slamming deep one last time before he lets go, his hips grinding against my ass as he comes.
We both collapse on top of the dresser, my breasts flattening against the cool wood and his warm chest pressing against my back. He shifts his hips, slipping out of me and I feel his come drip down the inside of my thighs.
Collin wraps both of his arms around my waist and peppers my back with kisses while I try and catch my breath, wondering if I’ll ever get enough of this man.
“Jesus, I can’t get enough of you,” he mutters against me, voicing my own thoughts. “I’m already thinking about f*cking you again.”
I smile to myself as he runs his hands over the skin of my upper back.
“F*ck, the things I want to do to your body should be illegal.”
Lifting my head, I look over my shoulder at him. “I’m perfectly fine with that. As soon as I recover, you can do anything you want to my body.”
His eyes darken and I know he’s contemplating all the things he wants to do to me. I’m fairly certain that most, if not all of them, will be new experiences for me and I shiver in anticipation.
The distant sound of the front door opening and slamming shut brings me out of my orgasm-induced euphoria and I jerk up from the dresser, pushing Collin away from me in the process. He gives me a strange look, clearly confused for a moment, and I realize he must not have heard what I did.
There’s only one person who has a key to this house, one person who would be walking through that front door right now.
I shouldn’t have ignored his calls. I should have acted like an adult and talked to him. I knew that going radio silent would piss him off and eventually he’d ignore everything I said to him the day he left about how I couldn’t stand to look at him and I never wanted to see him again.
The separation papers obviously weren’t enough for him. Seeing me freshly f*cked from another man and that man still in our home, a man who he’s always hated for the simple fact that I dated him first, is going to be one big wake-up call for him. Part of me wants to grab Collin’s hand and drag him out into the living room without a care about our nakedness and shove it right down Jordan’s throat. The other part of me, the more logical, less bitchy side, wants to hide Collin in the closet and keep what we just did a secret. Not because I’m ashamed, or I feel guilty, but because bringing this out in the open will make it real. Making it real means it can be taken away at any moment and I’m not ready to let this go just yet. I don’t know if this is rebound sex, a way to get back at Jordan sex or something more than sex. It’s too new and too fresh and I haven’t had time to process it yet. I’m still in a little bubble of bliss and I’m not ready for that bubble to be popped.
“Finnley? Babe! I’m home!”
I cringe when I hear Jordan’s shout. Judging by the angry look on Collin’s face, my bubble of bliss just exploded and Jordan was holding the sharp pin of destruction.