Chapter 21
MACKENZIE
He pressed his mouth firmly against mine, his arms gripping me tightly.
His strength was overwhelming. I didn’t resist; within seconds, we were perfectly in sync.
Our kiss deepened, passionate and hungry, as if we couldn’t get enough of each other.
Every sensation heightened, and everything else faded into the background.
It was just us, lost in the intensity. We stumbled backward, my back hitting a tree as our desire ignited.
I wrapped my left leg around his waist, and we melted into each other. He pulled my swimsuit cover off and ran his hands over my body.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispered into my mouth.
I moaned. My entire body lit up.
“You’re mine,” he growled against my skin. “Not his. Not anyone’s. Say it.”
“Yeah… yours,” I moaned against his lips.
“No, that isn’t good enough. Say my fucking name,” he demanded, biting my bottom lip and sucking on it hard. I tasted copper on my tongue.
I swallowed, consumed by him.
“Max McKinnon… I’m yours.”
He sighed into my mouth, his kisses growing more aggressive.
“Did he touch you like this?” He said, running his hand from my knee to my inner thigh.
I ran my hands all over his chest, dragging the tip of my tongue up his neck.
He tasted like lake water and pine. That subtle, sweet taste of him lingered on my tongue.
He let out the most resounding groan, his eyes blown out wide.
“Did he kiss you like this?” He toyed with my hair, bringing my body closer to his, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I matched him. Thrust to thrust, suck to suck. I grabbed the waistband of his swim shorts, fiddling with the string, trying to lower them.
“Fuck, Trouble. Touch me. Fucking touch me.”
I was a complete mess when I heard him say that. I untied his swim trunks, slipping my hand inside, and grasped his length. He was thick, veined, and the size of him made my chest tighten with a mix of nerves and longing.
He moaned as I wiped my thumb on the head of his cock, feeling the warm pre-cum on my fingers. I gasped a little. His cock was throbbing, aching with his need for me.
“I can’t fucking think straight with your hands on my dick,” he whispered. “I’m dying to be inside you.”
He pulled his shorts down and lifted me.
I wrapped both legs around his waist, and he quickly pulled my bikini bottom to the side, swiping a finger down my slick center.
I closed my eyes, letting out the deepest moan I think I had ever heard come out of my mouth.
Every nerve ending was alive from his touch.
“So fucking wet. All for me,” he grunted. I could feel him at my entrance, the tip of his cock hovering just there, right where I needed him. Desire pooled in his eyes, dark and deep as his gaze met mine.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I can stop if you want me to, but I fucking want this. Please tell me you want this too.”
I hesitated for just one second. We didn’t have a condom. This was stupid. So stupid. But instead of stopping him, I nodded my head, and in one swift motion, he started pushing the head of his dick inside me.
I licked my lips and looked away then. I was nervous. I was scared I wouldn’t be enough for him.
“Look at me,” he groaned. “I want to see you. I want to see how good I make you feel. I want it all over your face.”
I looked at him as he pushed even more into me, my body resisting him. He closed his eyes for a second before offering, “I can… go slow?”
I didn’t want him to go slow. I shook my head, matching his thoughts. “I want it hard and fast. But I’m scared.”
His throat worked, and he nodded, the weight of my words sinking into him. For a moment, something dark flickered in his gaze, but it softened almost instantly. His hand brushed along my jaw, trembling but steadying me all at once.
He kissed me softly, and then stilled in front of me, pushing the rest of his cock inside me to the hilt.
“You can fucking take it, baby,” he groaned as I adjusted to him. “All of it.”
I gasped out, feeling him stretch me open. I was so full, I could feel every inch of him.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “You’re mine. Every inch. Just let me in.”
He filled me so completely I thought I might break apart, but underneath the pain was heat. My chest rose and fell against his, my pulse racing as I tried to catch my breath.
“I… oh God, Max.” My voice trembled, but he remained still inside me, waiting for me. I held him tighter, craving the firm weight of his body. My body instinctively pressed against him, aching for movement, for the friction of his touch.
I started moving naturally on my own against him. His forehead pressed against mine.
“Are you on birth control?” His voice was so needy.
“No,” I stammered. “We probably shouldn’t do this.” It was weak, even he knew we weren’t stopping.
He nodded his head.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m making you my wife after this.” He said it so seriously, and I almost choked on my spit.
“Wh—what?”
“I want to protect you. Fucking forever. No one else is going to get you after this.”
This was crazy. Was he… proposing to me while he was balls-deep inside my pussy? He sounded like a man half-crazy with fear and love and desire. I looked into his eyes.
He was dead serious.
I dropped my head onto his shoulder as he started thrusting into me. I should’ve stopped him. But I lifted my hips, meeting his thrusts. I was his, and I had been ever since that very first day we had met when we were twelve years old.
MAX
Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkk.
I had never been with a girl without a condom before.
Holy fuck. I could see why people did it. Her pussy was gripping my dick so tight, and I was ten seconds away from cumming inside her. I had to stop myself; otherwise, I would.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can barely get in. You feel that?” I pushed more, completely sheathing myself inside her. “Holy shit. Your pussy takes me so well. No one else could ever fit like this,” I groaned, my eyes closed. “You good, baby?”
She gasped loudly, nodding her head, and she clawed at my back as if she were trying to crawl inside me. I held her up against the tree with one hand while my other hand gripped her thigh. I grounded myself as I thrust hard and deep inside her.
I sank into her, inch by inch, until I couldn’t tell where she ended, and I began. She was so tight it felt like her body was trying to push me out, but I forced myself deeper. I was being incredibly greedy with her, but I wanted to claim every bit of space.
We were drunk on each other. She sloppily kissed me, biting my bottom lip, and I moaned, literally moaned, into her mouth. I had never done that with anyone before. I had completely lost control.
“You feel fucking amazing, Max,” she breathed out.
It was more of a scream than anything. But I wouldn’t make it if she talked to me like that, screamed like that.
“Trouble, Jesus. Please fucking say yes. I want you forever.”
I was so flustered and consumed by her that I could barely think, and I couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth.
I was a lunatic for proposing to her this way, but I fucking wanted it.
Mackenzie was moaning so loudly in my ear that I thought she had burst my eardrum.
I must’ve been loud too because she kept whispering, “Sshhhh.”
And then a soft, “Yes,” came out from her mouth. I grinned as I bent down to kiss her.
She was mine.
I was fucking her so hard I was starting to see stars. The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed through the trees. I was pretty sure I was hitting her cervix because her moans were damn near shrieks at this point. Every scream made me even harder.
I wasn’t paying attention to anything around us.
I was completely consumed with the sounds of Mackenzie moaning, our bodies melting into each other, and the insane groans I was emitting.
Suddenly, the wind picked up sharply, and a disturbing sound echoed behind us, startling me and sending a chill down my spine.
“Holy shit! Oh, my fucking, God!” Megan screamed.
I froze, snapping my head around. Megan’s mouth was wide open as she took in the sight of us fucking each other against the tree. Mackenzie whispered in my ear, “Oh my God, I can’t… Max. I can’t stop it.”
Her body convulsed around me, pulling me deeper. The sound she made, half sob, half moan, was enough to shred the last of my control as I felt the beginning of her orgasm shatter against me.
I turned back towards her. I drove into her, chasing it, needing it, whispering in her ear, “Cum for me, baby.” My release slammed through me at the same time hers did, both of us shuddering. I damn near passed out.
“Fuck,” I whispered, dropping my forehead against hers.
Mackenzie buried her face in my neck, trembling, both of us humiliated. I held her tighter, breath ragged. It would be just our luck that the first time we fucked, we would have an audience.
We were always being watched.
Mackenzie gave me a quick look, and I’d fucking die in those eyes. I didn’t think it was possible, but I loved her even more now.
Megan stumbled back, her eyes darting as if she wasn’t sure whether to run or applaud.
“What the—what the fuck, guys. That’s—Jesus. I knew… I knew you were fucking!”
Mackenzie shoved me off her, unwrapping her legs from my waist, and I whimpered like a wounded dog when my dick fell out of her. I wanted to live inside her.
My heart was in my throat. My shorts were halfway hanging off my ass, my dick throbbing from the loss of contact. Mackenzie’s bikini top was crooked, one of her tits hanging out. She so intoxicated me that I couldn’t focus on what was happening.
Megan turned, covering her eyes.
“Oh shit, okay. I didn’t see anything. Damn, damn, damn… Max. Fuck.” She covered her eyes, then looked again at my dick, shock across her face. She ran back towards camp, stumbling a bit.
Mackenzie immediately grabbed her swimsuit cover, pulled it over her body, and fixed her bikini bottoms.
She whispered something to me.
“Huh?” I had no idea what she had just said because I was a madman from her touch, her kiss, her moans.
We both stared at each other, the weight of what we had just done settling in over us.
We had unprotected sex. I had cum inside her. Fuck. What had we done?
She looked away first, and my chest cracked wide open as she walked away from me. I watched her go, the night swallowing her. I was hurting because she had taken a piece of me with her tonight—the piece that would never be able to let her go.
I should’ve been more upset about possibly getting her pregnant, more nervous. But the sick part?
I wasn’t. Because I was now a part of her. She couldn’t shed her skin without shedding a part of me.