Chapter 13 #2
Her lips brushed my ear, soft and teasing. “Tell me, Batman…,” she giggled, and that sound sent an electric shock straight to the tip of my dick. “How far would you let me go if I wanted to push you over the edge?”
“Oh, fuck. Use me, Trouble. You know you want to.”
This was it.
Her eyes lit up, and I almost lost it right then. Almost. My fingers twitched, gripping her thigh, lifting it up around my waist. I forced myself to hold back, though the ache in my chest was raw.
Something primal ripped through me.
“I’m going insane for you,” I breathed, voice ragged. I swallowed hard.
“Maybe I want you insane,” she murmured. “I want you thinking about me when you’re alone. I want you to need me… want me more than you can handle. You’re not in control, Max. I am.”
She laughed softly, letting her hand slide down my side, cupping my ass and pulling me even closer. My chest pressed against hers with a thud. She was tormenting me.
Fuck me.
Was this really my best friend in front of me? Because I had to do a double-take. I didn’t recognize this mysterious girl in front of me.
I closed my eyes, heart hammering, chest tight. She already had me. Every glance, every brush of skin, every whispered word, the entire world had shrunk to her. This Mackenzie. She was slowly becoming my favorite version of the woman I loved. I liked this possessive, fiery, untouchable Mackenzie.
I wanted to worship her.
“I… can’t…” I rasped, shaking my head, trying to regain control I didn’t even have.
Her lips twitched in a smirk, and I knew she loved the effect she had on me. I was high on this fantasy we were sharing. And I loved that she knew exactly how to destroy me and still made me crave more.
“Do you even realize what you’re doing to me?” I rasped, voice rough.
“I think I do,” she whispered, dragging her nails along my chest, teasing. “And I like it. How long have you wanted me, Max?”
I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone. I wanted to lose myself in her control. To let her consume me. To let her take what she wanted. And I wouldn’t fight it.
“A long fucking time,” I whispered, moving even closer to her face.
Every thought, every heartbeat, every inch of me was hers. I wasn’t supposed to like it. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy being at her mercy. But I did.
I pushed my hips into hers, and she gasped when she felt how hard I was for her. I rolled my hips, and she closed her eyes. My cock was about two seconds away from blowing through my jeans, and her shorts were so thin I might as well have ripped them apart.
I bent forward, closing my eyes, getting ready to kiss her.
I could smell her arousal, so sweet. I wanted to feel how drenched she was.
My fingers tapped restlessly on her hip, moving closer and closer to their destination.
I rolled my hips against hers again, this time allowing my hard cock to rub against her clit through her shorts.
I couldn’t feel much through my jeans, but she could feel me.
She bit her bottom lip, trying to control herself, but I could see it in her eyes.
I kissed her gently, allowing her to deepen the kiss on her own accord. She did, and I swallowed her alive until I came up for a breath and said, “If I took your shirt off, would you let me?”
“Y… yes,” she stammered.
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it gently over her head. She was wearing a black push-up bra, and my eyes almost fell out of my head when I saw her tits. They were full, perfect, and round. My hands itched to touch them, but I froze like an idiot, just staring at her.
Jesus Christ.
The straps framed her golden shoulders, the curve of her cleavage spilling over just enough to make me want to bite, to mark, to worship. I wanted to bury my face there, lick the sweat from her skin, hear the way her breath moved when she finally gave in.
The way her chest rose and fell, faster now, told me she was giving up her control. She wanted me to make the first move.
I swallowed hard, my cock pressing painfully against my jeans. I needed some relief.
She reached down, gripping me through my jeans, almost as if she was reading my thoughts.
“Fuck, Trouble…” The words stumbled out of me.
Her lips curved, just slightly. But I knew a dare whenever I saw one.
I reached out, tracing the line of her bra strap with one finger, down across the swell of her breast until she sighed. I reached around her back and unsnapped her bra in one quick motion. And when it fell to the ground, I honestly forgot how to breathe.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed, my voice hoarse.
Her tits were perfect—my absolute dream.
Her nipples, tight pink pebbles, drew me in.
Her breasts were full and round, more than I could handle.
Her eyes flicked up at me through her lashes, revealing she wanted to be embarrassed, yet she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
She tried to cross her arms over her chest, but I caught her wrists, gently pinning them above her head on the wall.
“Don’t you ever hide from me,” I growled, my voice low and possessive.
Her lips parted, a sharp inhale catching in her throat as I leaned in, brushing my mouth along the edge of her jaw and down her neck, breathing her in eagerly. She arched against me, her pulse pounding under my lips.
I trailed kisses down her throat and across her collarbone, my tongue flicking out to taste the skin above her ribs, eliciting a soft moan. Her body jerked as if shocked.
“Maxxx…,” she whined, voice trembling.
“I know,” I said against her skin, my words muffled as my lips grazed down the curve of her breasts.
I released her wrists, my hands sliding down to her waist, gripping her hard enough to leave marks. She didn’t push me away. Instead, her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging, guiding me lower.
I bit softly across her right breast, right where her nipple pebbled. She moaned as I took it in my mouth, and that was it. My control snapped.
“You like that, baby?” I rasped against her chest, my tongue circling. She didn’t say anything, but I could feel her nodding.
Her back arched, pressing her tits harder into my face.
“Fuck, Trouble.” I groaned against her skin. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I continued my gentle assault before switching to the other breast. Her nails scraped down my back, making me hiss through my teeth.
Could you die from an erection? Because I was so hard, my dick might actually fall off.
She was trembling beneath me, but she didn’t tell me to stop. Her thighs squeezed together, hips shifting, grinding against me while I worshipped her chest.
I slid one hand down, over her stomach, catching the waistband of her shorts. I pressed my palm flat, right over the heat between her legs. Even through the shorts, I could feel how wet she was for me.
Fuck, I wanted her.
She gasped, her whole body jerking from my touch on her pussy through her shorts.
“Tell me to stop,” I muttered, my lips brushing her collarbone.
She lifted her hips into my hand. “I don’t want you to fucking stop,” she whispered.
That was all the permission I needed. I popped the button on her shorts and pulled the zipper down, grabbing the sides and sliding them to her ankles in one quick motion.
Her body shook against me, anticipation written all over her flushed face. I kissed her again, this time rough and hungry, my tongue forcing her lips apart.
The thin barrier of her panties was damp, and the second I brushed my fingers over the material, her whole body went taut like a bowstring.
“Christ, Trouble,” I groaned against her mouth. “You’re soaked.”
She whimpered, shoving her hips into my hand, her nails digging into my skin.
I pressed harder, circling the tips of my fingers against her clit through the fabric of her underwear, swallowing her moans as they vibrated through my mouth.
“Max, please touch me, pleasssseee,” she begged.
I grasped the sides of her underwear, preparing to slide them aside, when the speaker suddenly shrieked from the front of the cabin, jolting us out of our trance. We quickly separated.
God damnit. I was crushed.
I watched her. Her beautiful chest heaving with rapid, shallow breaths. Her eyes were blown out, wide and hungry for me. Her cheeks flushed. I was captivated, completely ensnared in her web.
I’d do anything she wanted me to do. She wanted to put a collar around my neck and drag me around like a dog? I’d bark for her, and I’d take it like a fucking champ.
She giggled like she was reading my thoughts, and then said, “Come on,” as she bent down and put her bra and shirt back on.
I watched her walk through the door. My fingers were soaked from her arousal. I put my fingers in my mouth, tasting her. Damn. She tasted as good as she smelled. I had never wanted to eat out a girl so badly before, but with Mackenzie, I was starving, and I wanted to ruin her.
Fuck that speaker.