Chapter 6
Mac
My heart races.
I've never wanted to rush this part of my life, and I don't understand men who do.
Sex is a fantastic thing, something to be celebrated and savored.
Despite wanting to take my time and make this last, Riley's hand wrapped around the length of me is almost enough to send me over the edge, but I have so much planned for us tonight.
"Hold that thought," I say, reaching down and gently removing her hand from my body.
The damn thing jerks as if it has a brain of its own and isn't very impressed with the halt in plans.
I step back under the shower, rinsing away the soap remaining on my skin, watching her the entire time.
Her chest heaves, her neck pink from the hot water, and speckles of beard burn on her throat. She looks like a fucking goddess.
I close my eyes, dipping my head under the water before reaching for the shampoo. I wash my hair quickly, rinsing it just as hurriedly before turning the water off.
"Join me in the bedroom?" I ask before stepping out of the massive shower.
She licks droplets of water from her lips before turning off her shower and following me out.
I hand her a towel before grabbing a second one from the cabinet. I rarely have company, and what's happening here tonight wasn't even in the plans when I woke up this morning, but I can't say I'm upset where things have gone.
I watch as she presses the towel into her skin rather than swiping the moisture away like I am.
"Is that better than rubbing?" I ask, pointing to the towel.
Her head tilts a little, a look of confusion on her face .
"Are we really going to stand here and talk about the right ways to dry off after a shower?"
I roll my lips between my teeth to keep from laughing.
It's clear the woman wants more from me than what I offered in the shower, and I like that she's a little fiery when she isn't getting it.
"You seem... needy," I say, watching her eyes dart down my chest and lower when I flex the towel in both hands and dry my back by moving it back and forth.
She looks away, cheeks turning that fabulous shade of red. It's different from the pink that was there when she was reminding me of the voicemail I left on her phone. I think I like this one more.
"You came," I remind her as I hold a hand out for her towel. "I didn't."
"You could've," she says, an edge of irritation in her tone.
"That right there wouldn't fly for a man," I say. "Why is it okay for you to do it?"
"What do you mean?" she asks with a sigh.
"If a man got all huffy and irritated that a woman wasn't giving him exactly what he wanted the second he needed it, it would make him an asshole."
"You not giving me what I need does make you an asshole," she grumbles, her arms crossing over her middle and creating a delectable shelf for her tits.
I can't help the laughter that bubbles out of my chest.
Has she always been this feisty? How have I never sat down and had a conversation with this woman before?
"Come on, Riley. Let's give you some dick before you trip over that pouty lip."
I expect her to slap my proffered hand away, but she quickly puts hers in mine and lets me walk her out of the en suite and into my bedroom.
"Climb up there," I urge as I reach for the bedside table drawer, where I pull out a couple of condoms.
"Four?" she asks, looking down at them when I drop them to the top of the side table. "Do I get a punch card or something?"
I shake my head at her. "Just being prepared. Now, do you want to keep giving me a hard time, or do you want me to give you my hard time?"
Her eyes drop down my body when I reach for my cock, and I can still see a hint of the orgasm-drunk look in her eyes.
With her hair piled high on the top of her head in some weird knot she managed to tie with the aid of a hair accessory, I have unfettered access to her neck, and that spot I discovered is sensitive right under her ear.
She doesn't argue as I step closer and lean in, swiping my lips on her neck.
"I like you better when you aren't talking," she whispers, making me chuckle.
"I think you're a breath of fresh air, woman."
Her silence makes me pull back because I get the sense something has changed.
"What is it?" I ask, lifting my hand to once again curl my finger under her chin, but she lifts her eyes to me before I can make contact.
"Nothing," she whispers, her hands skating up my chest until her fingers toy with the hair at the back of my neck, making me grateful I missed my haircut appointment this week. "Kiss me again."
Not willing to deny her, I lean in and press my lips to hers, moaning myself when she digs her fingernails into the flesh at my shoulder blades.
She tugs, urging me forward. With an arm at her back, I situate her in the middle of the bed, considering a little too late that maybe I should've pulled the comforter back, but she doesn't seem to be bothered.
Her legs hitch up on my hips without my urging, and it puts the damp heat of her right against the head of my cock.
All it would take would be moving my body back a few inches and pressing forward, and I'd slide right into the middle of her. Going by how she felt on my tongue and fingers, I know I'd be lost in her for hours.
"Pause," I pant against her lips when I pull back.
I reach for a condom on the bedside table.
"Oh yeah," she whispers. "That's important."
I watch her throat work on a swallow as her eyes latch onto the condom as I open it. Her eyes follow every movement as I roll it down my cock, squeezing my base. I swear this woman has issued some sort of voodoo hex on me, and I already feel like I'm going to fucking explode.
I have no doubt I'll get the head in, and I'll have to resort to thinking of sports statistics to keep from embarrassing myself.
She licks at her lips when I settle back over her, not hesitating to reposition her thighs high on my hips. I take another breather that I'm sure will only agitate her further, but I like it when she snaps at me. Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment, but I never expected this to be this much fun. The second she yelled at me in front of a bar full of people, my cock hardened. I'm not into any sort of humiliation kink, but I do love a woman who isn't afraid to speak her mind.
I don't bother licking my thumb to tease her clit when I sit back and look down at her.
"Mac," she whines, but then freezes when I press my thumb to that ultra-sensitive part of her body. I swear the woman is dripping for me in seconds, her arousal glistening right at her slit, and my fucking mouth waters to pull back and dive in face-first there again.
I get the feeling she'd enjoy it and then give me hell for not fucking her instead.
"Ready?" I ask, curling two fingers and pushing them inside.
Her body latches on, sucking at my fingers as if begging me to stay there and never leave, and that's one thought I've had more than once.
"Please, Mac," she begs, and my cock jerks between us, ready to do her bidding.
We're here for a night of fun, something that will happen this once and then won't happen again. I'm in no position to seek out any form of relationship right now. My focus is work and being successful, and women don't tend to like a man who works a hundred hours a week.
What I do know is that she's going to have a lasting impression on me because when I resituate myself and press forward with the head of my cock, I swear I'll never be able to leave this heaven between her thighs.
"Fuck, Riley," I moan as I press in further.
Her mouth hangs open, her hand surging out to press on my lower belly, urging me to go slower.
"You okay?"
She dips her head once, but the hand on my abdomen runs up to my face, and she guides my gaze to her eyes rather than looking at where we're connected.
"That makes me uncomfortable, you watching me like that," she confesses, her words low and lacking confidence.
"Do you have any idea how sexy your pussy looks taking my cock?" I ask, wanting her to feel nothing but pleasure from this.
I don't want her head wandering or worry filling her thoughts.
"You feel amazing," I continue, finding it hard to get the words out without groaning my pleasure. "Watch."
I curl a hand behind her head and urge her eyes toward the center of us.
"See?"
She whimpers, her body tightening even further around me, and I swear my cock pulses, threatening to end all the good stuff right now. I talk a lot of shit. I know I told her more than once that we were going to be at this all damn night, and I have every intention of fulfilling those promises, but the last damn thing I want to do is embarrass myself by coming in less than a minute.
"Feels so good," she pants.
"Yeah," I quickly agree, rolling my lips between my teeth and biting down before confessing that it might possibly feel better than anything I've ever felt before. I know that has to be an in-the-moment sort of thing.
All sex is great sex at the time, isn't it?
I squeeze my eyes closed. Watching is becoming just a little too much.
"Kiss me," she urges, her hand on my face, guiding my lips to hers.
I oblige, needing some form of distraction. It's too good, too perfect, just too much.
Her tongue is languid and soft at first, sweeping over mine as if we have all the time in the world, but when I resituate, adjusting her leg a little higher on my hip, it changes.
I have no idea how it went from perfect to utterly fucking amazing just by moving a couple of inches, but here we are.
"Mac," she snaps, every muscle tightening in her body, from her arms to her legs that are wrapped around me.
Her core squeezes my cock like a fist, making me moan. If I were not losing my mind right now, I might be a little embarrassed at the noises coming from my mouth, but it feels too fucking good to concern myself.
"Jesus," I pant. "Give it to me."
She does, coming in a glorious fashion, her core pulsing along my length several times before her arms and legs fall away as if she used every ounce of energy she had in reserve.
I follow her, my cock kicking inside of her as I climax.
How I manage to fall to the bed beside her rather than right on top, crushing her, is beyond me.
I didn't exert much energy, but it has left me panting like I've run a mile with a wild animal nipping at my heels.
My mouth is dry, my skin hot and tight, and I'm tingling everywhere.
She shifts, and when I manage a look in her direction, her smile is vibrant, and her cheeks are flushed to perfection .
I know my promises will not come to fruition. I doubt I'll even be able to stand from this bed for the rest of the night.
When I speak, I know I've said the wrong damn thing because her smile immediately falls away.