Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Mac
O livia combusted. Her reaction to my touch was just as hot as every memory I’d ever had. Her legs quivered around me, her tight cunt gripping my fingers as she shuddered her release. I ground my aching dick into the couch.
If she was this responsive to my hands, I couldn’t wait to sink into her. Her hands on her breasts, the way her body arched, seeking more, her soft skin, her cries of pleasure so rich. Young, and so fucking beautiful it made my heart ache. I wanted to worship this woman for the rest of my life.
And like a fucking teenager, I came in my pants.
I kissed my way up to the small patch of hair, as far as the skirt would let me move, and then eased my way up her body, pressing my deflating cock into the soft warmth of her. Braced on an elbow above her with our bodies aligned perfectly, I relished in the feeling that we were made for each other .
Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms looped around my shoulders, and she pulled me in for a kiss.
“Mac, I want you,” she said against my lips.
“I know, baby. I want you too, but you’re gonna have to give me a minute or five to recover.”
She pulled back, confusion written all over her face.
“It’s been a while,” I admitted, then lowered for a kiss so I wouldn’t have to meet her eyes.
She ran her fingers through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. I sank into the sensation and lowered my face to her neck, placing gentle kisses from her jaw to her shoulder. Suddenly, she stilled.
With a tug of my hair, she pulled my head up so she could look into my eyes. “Did you…?”
“You’re just as hot and taste even better than I remembered. I couldn’t stop it—wouldn’t have wanted to even if I could. You’re amazing.”
A low chuckle started, quickly morphing into girlish giggles. The first time I met her, her smile, the laughter in her eyes, is what drew me to her. I didn’t care that she was laughing at me in possibly the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Instead, I froze so I could memorize her. Her giggles eventually subsided, and she lay smiling up at me. I couldn’t help but run my fingers across the curve of her face, tracing the soft tendrils of hair that curled there.
“There she is,” I whispered.
I kissed her gently, because I had to, pouring all the feelings I’d carried for her for so many years into the kiss. All the years between us disappeared. And in my heart, we were back to a younger version of ourselves, only this time, much older and wiser .
I pulled away so I could get more of that light in her eyes.
“Mac…” Her voice was soft, wondrous. “What’s happening?”
I slid my arms under her and tightened my hold. She wouldn’t get away this time. No matter what, I wasn’t letting her go.
“I’ve done some foolish things in my lifetime. But I think the worst was all those years ago, when I let you get on that boat and leave that island. Seeing you again, smiling, laughing, holding you, kissing you… it’s like I’ve finally come home.”
Her eyes glistened as she stared up at me. For half a second, my heart clenched. What if she didn’t feel the same way?
I dragged myself out of her arms and stood, pulling her with me, my jeans sticking to me uncomfortably. She noticed my awkward tug at the denim and stepped in close, slipping a hand into my waistband.
“Come on, MacDaddy,” she teased. Her voice, low and seductive, went straight to my cock. “Let’s get you out of these clothes. You’re a dirty boy.” She gave me a sexy wink and led me by the waistband to her bedroom, walking backward with a devious look in her eye.
I slid my hand to her waist, spinning her around, molding my front to her back and grazing my lips against the smooth column of her neck. “You know, when Rosie called me MacDaddy that day, all I could hear in my head was your voice saying it.”
The muscles in her neck flexed as she tilted her head, allowing me better access. I traced the length of it with my tongue, then closed my teeth around the taught tendon.
Her sharp inhale was fuel to my fire.
I undid the buttons of her blouse slowly, taking my time at each one, unwrapping her like the finest gift I’d ever received. Peeling the blouse off one soft shoulder, tracing each new inch of skin revealed with my tongue.
I uncovered the swell of her breasts, revealing the scalloped edges of a lacy bra. “You always wear lingerie under your uniform?” I murmured.
She nodded. “Always. I work in a man’s world, but I want to feel like a woman.”
I pulled the shirt off her arms, trailing my fingertips up her arms, finding my way to cup her breasts through her lacy bra. Cupping them, molding them, relishing how perfectly she filled my hands. “Fuck, that’s hot. All badass and buttoned up for the outside world. But a wet dream covered in satin and lace for me. I can’t wait to taste these,” I murmured into her ear.
I moved on to the zipper of her skirt. The soft, slow rasp as I lowered it a punctuation to what we were doing.
This was more than the start of a fling. This was two people, two hearts, that had found each other after too long drifting alone.
With a soft moan, she pressed her hips back, her hands guiding mine as I pushed the skirt down her hips. Meeting me, letting me know she was in this with me.
Grazing my palms up her body, I cupped one around her breast, teasing her nipple with my thumb as I slid my other hand down the smooth expanse of her belly, sliding a finger into her. “Fuck, you’re so slick. See, baby, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
I withdrew my fingers from her body and spun her by the hips.
Her heated gaze ran over my torso as she brushed the shirt from my shoulders, trailing her fingertips down my stomach. “I thought of you so much. No one has ever touched me or made me feel like you did.”
My abs bunched under her touch. The smallest caress from this woman, and my body reacted. She owned me.
I held my breath as she undid the button-fly of my jeans. With each slow unfastening, she pressed her knuckles into me, giving me pressure, stealing my ability to function as I waited.
“Liv,” I gasped as she pulled the fly open. Sliding her hands around my hips, she pushed my jeans down as she sank to her knees before me. My hands landed in her hair, while hers made a slow exploration up my legs. Memorizing me. Her touch every bit as thorough as mine had been.
By the time she took me in hand, I was hard as a rock for her.
“Looks like you recovered nicely,” she quipped, and then sank my whole dick into her mouth. Taking me deep—so deep I could feel the back of her throat. Fuck, she stole my ability to speak, to think.
“Jesus, I like the look of your lips around my cock,” I growled out, taking a fistful of her hair in my hand. “My dick has been hard for weeks knowing you’re under my roof. The thought of you naked, showering… fuck .” I pumped hard into her mouth, unable to control myself. Dammit, I was too close, already.
“I’m like a horny teenager around you, Livvie. Zero control,” I said, pulling out of her mouth. I cupped a hand under her chin, lifting her to stand. “I need to be inside you.”
I couldn’t stop touching her, kissing her. She wrapped one leg around my waist, moaning into my mouth like maybe she was as lost as I was.
With my tongue in her mouth and my hands on her ass, I lifted her up, ready to haul her to the bed. Ready to bury myself so deep inside her, I’d never want to see the light of day again. One step toward the bed, and I kicked her suitcase, scattering the unpacked contents across the floor.
I broke the kiss with a curse. “Ow, fuck.”
“Oops.” She giggled. My buttoned-up queen giggled like a schoolgirl.
I dumped her on the bed, ready to claim her, but a shiny object caught my eye. “Well, what do we have here?”
“Oh my God.” Her huge eyes took in the bullet, the most gorgeous flush staining her skin all the way down her chest. “I cannot believe that, of all things, is what fell out of that suitcase.”
I flipped the switch on, and the bullet roared to life. “You been in here using this to get off every night, while I’ve been across the hall using my fist?” I shook my head. “We’re such fools. We’re gonna have some fun. I can think of at least a dozen ways I wanna use this on you,” I said, letting my gaze roam over her naked body.
I turned the bullet off, tossing it onto the bed. “But first, I want all of you.”
Her arms encircled my neck as I rose over her, lining the head of my cock up to her entrance. Pushing in the slightest bit. “God, it’s hot when you get all breathy like that.” I pulled her leg back, bending it at the knee, opening her to me, and thrust.
“Mac,” she cried, her hips rising to meet mine.
I dropped to my elbow and took her mouth. The way her body took mine… I froze, breaking the kiss. “Fuck, Livvie. Condom.”
Her hand cupped my jaw, pulling me back to her mouth. “I’ve got us covered. And I haven’t had sex since my divorce and got tested after I found out he was cheating. I’m clean. If you’re clean, then it’s go time.”
“Fucking go time, then.” I pulled out and slammed back into her, loving the way she cried my name.
The harder I thrust, the more she cried out, over and over. The long, slow glide out, the hard thrust in. The way her breasts bounced as our hips met, the way her hips cradled mine. The slap of skin on skin. The cries she made. Pressure built at the base of my spine; I wasn’t going to last. I slowed down, shifting her leg and rolling my hips into hers, changing the angle.
“Oh God, baby, don’t stop. I’m so close.”
Instead, I palmed the bullet and pulled out. Rolling off her and pushing my back against the headboard, I grabbed her under the arms and slid her up my body. Her legs straddled my hips as she rose over me.
I gripped her hip, guiding her where I wanted her. “I need to see you fall apart, baby.” I cupped her jaw, drawing her mouth to mine. “Now kiss me while you put my dick in you.”
Olivia
Making love with Mac was everything I thought I’d remembered and more. His filthy mouth. His caresses that were rough and gentle at the same time. The way his body owned mine. He made me forget that there was anything beyond me and him. The outside world didn’t exist.
My legs slid over his hips, and all I could feel was open. Open to anything he demanded of me. His tongue slid into my mouth as I took him in hand and gave him a stroke. A groan of pleasure rumbled from his chest. I wanted more of that groan. More of Mac. I notched the head of his cock at my entrance.
“Take it,” he said against my lips.
I waited, savoring the rush of knowing this man wanted me as much as I did him, drawing out the pleasure for both of us.
I rotated my hips, exploring just how far I could take this before he took over and fucked me into oblivion. I’d already had one orgasm. Two wasn’t on the agenda for me, but if I worked it, maybe I could make him lose control. He sat up, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting. His hand on my hip flexed, guiding me, gripping me. I sank lower onto him, edging us both.
With a growl, he bent his knees behind me, caging me in, and thrust his hips up, driving so deep into me that I cried out.
“That’s better.” His words were a deep rasp against my skin. His hand slipped between us, and something icy cold landed on my clit. Before I could register what it was, the buzzing clicked on.
I cried out again.
“Now ride,” he growled.
I rotated my hips, chasing the high that his body promised. It was just out of reach.
“Fuck, but you’re gorgeous.” God, I loved the way his voice skittered over my skin. “Take the bullet. Let me watch you come while I’m buried deep inside you. Get there, Liv. I can’t hold back much more.” His words alone were almost enough, and if I hadn’t come already, they probably would’ve sealed the deal.
But I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him feral.
I pushed him back against the pillows, loving the way his abs bunched as he drove up into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his jaw clenched as he fought for control, his gaze sharp and focused on me, my breasts.
I took the bullet from him and circled my clit. “You wanna watch this?” My voice came out low and husky, desire dripping from every word.
His eyes dropped to where we were joined. The muscle at his jaw ticked again. He was so close.
I leaned back and widened my legs, giving him a better view, then circled my clit, making sure to slide it down through my folds so he could feel the vibration too. His mouth dropped open on a gasp.
His eyes pinched shut. “God damn, I can feel you clenching around me. So fucking good.” He sounded like he was being tortured in the best kind of way. Wet slapping noises filled the room, combined with his deep grunts of pleasure.
He rolled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside of me. “God… Mac,” I gasped. “Right there.”
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you,” he said, and with the combination of the bullet and his hip roll into that magic spot, an orgasm shimmered to life, tightening in my lower belly, coiling deep inside me.
I slipped the bullet in a slow circle once more and got the same outstanding hip roll. So much pleasure it was bordering on pain.
I removed the bullet and slipped my arm behind me, leaning my body onto his legs. Reaching down, I ran the toy down his balls, to the firm area just behind them, and pressed in.
The fingers at my hips dug in as Mac exploded under me. The clench of his muscles against my hand trapping it there as he thrust into me with a guttural roar .
I shattered around him, dropping the bullet onto the bed and collapsing into his chest.
His arms enfolded me as we melted into a tangle of roaming hands and soft kisses. We’re finally back to everything we were before, only this time, it’s better. This time, it comes with the promise of a future. Because after all we’ve been through, I’m not letting this man go again.