Sex on a Stick

Excerpt

Prologue

The hotel suite, with its plush carpeting and stylishly understated furniture, was luxurious and well appointed, equipped with everything any guest may require—a large screen television, Internet access, and a well-stocked bar fridge. But her surroundings meant nothing to Romany Belle; she could be lying in a rundown room at the Bates' Motel and she wouldn't even notice. Her entire world focused on the large, muscular man whose body lay on hers and the solid cock buried deep inside her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting them high and hugging him close. She slid her hands down the slick planes of his back until she reached his butt. This, she grabbed and pulled him in closer. Tighter. Romany didn’t want to waste a second of her time with Macnair Palmer. She no longer cared if her incoherent cries were too loud. She was having the stuffing fucked out of her and Romany loved every hard thrust. The feel of Mac’s cock high and hard inside her, plunging and shoving, made her hold on and beg him for more.

“Harder . . . faster . . . .” Romany loved the tight, full feeling of him. As much as she loved an orgasm, having Mac between her thighs and inside her body was more exciting than coming. Not that she wouldn’t come. Mac made it his mission in life to make her come.

“Did I mention you’re bossy?”

Romany laughed and slapped his ass. Sex with Mac was fun. Past lovers had never made her smile as he did. “I’ll be anything you want as long as you do as I say.” That was another revelation. Romany had never had a lover who wanted to know how she was feeling.

Mac pulled her legs from around his body and slid out of her. “Giving me orders now?”

With her legs were up in the air and her pussy exposed, she recognized he was the one calling the shots at the moment. The thought of being totally in his power thrilled her. While Romany fervently believed in gender equality, she happily allowed Mac to have this sexual power over her. Wondering what he'd do next excited her. “Come back inside me.”

“Need me, honey?” Mac fingered her clit.

Romany arched up and made a grab for his cock. “Yes, I need your fat dick in me now.” She ran her hand up and down its length. Soft, smooth skin over hard, pulsating muscle. Yummy. Romany liked cock. She made no apologies for that. If it was unladylike to admit to a lust for penis then she was no lady. And Mac’s cock? I love it. I want it. I need it.

“How much?”

More than she could ever adequately explain. He brought out a hunger so fierce, so primal. Before Mac, Romany hadn't even been aware she possessed such a drive—the need to be taken completely by another. “So much I could scream.” The man was sex on a stick and she wanted to savor every hot, sticky, delicious minute.

His hand covered hers. “Put me back inside you.”

“With pleasure.” Romany guided his dick into her wet core. She sighed as the length was once more buried deep inside. Her gaze met his. “Why are you looking at me like that?” His eyes were soft on hers; his smile made her heart flip flop. Sex wasn’t the only thing that excited Romany. She loved Mac. Problem was, Romany wasn’t sure if he loved her in return.

“I want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Mac, I have my legs wrapped around your waist and my hands gripping your ass and I’m begging you to fuck me.”

He chuckled. “So you kind of like me?”

“I’m kind fond of you.” Fond was a safe word. Fond could mean anything. Romany didn’t want to say ‘love’ until she was sure where she stood. Love was a huge commitment—it took two to make it work.

Mac brushed the hair from her face. “I’m fond of you too.” He leaned in and placed soft, wet kisses on her lips. Their tongues touched . . . tangled.

Romany sighed. She could spend hours like this. Making love to Mac was perfect—

And then the fire alarm went off.

“Mac?”

He didn't skip a beat as the loud whoop, whoop, whoop sounded out.

“Did you hear that?” she asked.

He continued plunging his cock in and out of her.

“We’re on fire!” She dug her nails into his ass.

The shrill sound of bells joined in with the warning whoops.

“I know. We’re damn good together.”

Romany slapped him. “The hotel is on fire.”

“That’s only a first stay . . . evacuation signal. We have—plenty of time—to finish—what we started.”

Romany wanted to come with him inside her, so she happily deferred to his logic . . . right up until the automated voice sounded out. Evacuate, evacuate, evacuate.

“Fuck!” It was then reality sank in. The hotel was on fire and she was naked with a man inside her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Romany pushed at Mac’s shoulders. As much as she wanted to remain in his arms, being found naked and moaning as fireman broke into the room was not something Romany wanted to add to her list of memorable moments.

“God knows I don't want to stop, but apparently those alarms are the real deal.” Mac slowed, lifted off her body. His glistening cock jutted upright and bouncing as if wondering what had happened. He jumped off the bed and grabbed Romany’s hand. “Let’s go.”

“I need clothes.” Romany fought the rising panic. Mac’s hand enfolding hers helped only so far.

“You look perfect to me.” He pulled her toward the door.

“I can’t go like this.” It was then she smelled the smoke.” Romany was sure her eyes were as big as saucers. “Mac?”

Sirens wailed, getting louder and closer by the second.

“We’ll be fine.” He let go of her hand and dashed into the bathroom. A moment later he returned with two large, white towels. Mac wrapped one around Romany and the other around his waist.

Hand-in-hand, they headed, barefoot out the door and along the corridor to the emergency exit. At two o’clock in the morning, people were in all states of dress—towels, underwear, night dresses and boxer shorts. As they passed another couple, also dressed in towels, Romany stifled a grin. It didn’t require a rocket science degree to work out what they had been doing. The woman had what appeared to be whipped cream dribbling along her inner thigh and the side of the man’s face was similarly smeared with white. Romany and Mac weren’t the only ones smelling of sex and sin.

Mac grinned at the man. “Bad timing, huh?”

“Hell yeah.” He agreed.

Romany tried hard not to look at the semi-hard erections poking through his and Mac’s towels but it was impossible. Knowing what she missed out on made her hungrier than ever. Damn fire. She nodded toward the evidence of his obvious arousal. “Do something about that.”

“Honey, I would love to.” Mac pulled her closer. “Is it making you horny?”

“I’ve been horny since I met you.”

He laughed, stopped and pushed her against the wall. “We could probably spare a couple of minutes.” Mac ground his hips against hers.

“And have the fireman come hose us off? No, I’ll pass.”

“Spoilsport.”

They made their way down the stairs, but being twelve floors up, the descent took a while. At each landing, more people joined the exodus. As they descended, the smell of smoke grew worse—pungent. Once outside, they were greeted by the cool night air and the utter chaos of fireman, trucks and people frantically searching for friends and loved ones. Romany looked at the hotel. Two floors were spewing smoke from the windows.

“Fuck! Television cameras.” The bright lights of surging camera crews trying to cover the event were everywhere. Romany dropped her head onto Mac’s shoulder. The last thing she wanted was to be half naked on television with Mac.

Mac moved her away from the chaos. “It’s okay. We’ll be fine.”

“Fine?” Romany pushed away from him. “You and I are not supposed to be together—and we’re naked and—you have that!” She glanced pointedly at his crotch area. How the hell could he still be hard?

“Half naked.”

“I'm wearing a towel—that’s naked to me. Get yourself under control.”

“What can I say? Any time I’m with you honey, my dick is on red alert with the possibilities you present.” Mac pulled her into his arms and rubbed his towel covered cock against her stomach. “As for you being in a towel? Take it off and they’ll forget looking at your face and focus on your body.” He tugged at the towel playfully. “Or maybe not.”

“Jealous?” How sweet. In Mac's arms, Romany could almost forget any chaos around her.

“Madly.” He kissed her nose. “There’s too much mayhem for anyone to notice us.”

But that wasn’t the case. Suddenly, light blinded them and a reporter shoved a microphone their way. Romany whirled around, Mac at her back, his cock against her ass.

“You two look like you had to rush out. Tell us what happened.” The reporter sounded hungry for all the juicy details.

“I—er, um . . . .” Romany stumbled for words. Great, now everyone will know about Mac and me.

Mac was not so daunted. His arms wound around Romany’s waist and pulled her back against him. “It all started when I saw her at the photocopier machine. I was on fire.”

Romany groaned. “Oh hell, not the photocopier story. The man wants to know about the fire.”

“I was on fire for you then and now.”

“It’s didn’t start out with sex straight away.” Oh crap. Why did I say that? Both, the reporter and the camera man smiled, the fire apparently forgotten.

“Pretty much,” he said.

“There’s more to it than sex,” she insisted.

“Honey, you were sexually frustrated and I helped you with that.” Mac sounded pleased with himself.

“I seem to remember it wasn’t a purely benevolent act on your part.”

The reporter looked interested. “So, how did you two get together?”