7. Gracelyn
CHAPTER 7
GRACELYN
A nyone who knows me can tell you I’ve done a lot of crazy things in my lifetime. Jumped off the top of a boathouse buck naked?
Check.
Drank seven tequila shots in a row to win a bet with a bunch of frat boys?
Check.
Ate three grapefruits a day to try to lose ten pounds in a month?
Also check.
But hooking up with Mack like this—without any kind of plan, just following my instincts and out-of-control hormonal urges—is probably the craziest.
Nothing about the two of us makes any sense. On paper, we’re the most unlikely match of all time.
The way he makes me feel, though? Alive and electric, bubbling over with needy desire. Like I will literally die if he doesn’t kiss me, touch me, hold me, right now.
That makes perfect sense.
So I link my fingers with his and lead him to my bedroom, not daring to look back.
I’m taking a risk, so I may as well enjoy it.
Especially if this is a one-time thing.
My bedroom’s dark and I purposely keep the lights off. Don’t want to scare Mack away before things even get going. Curvy is the polite way to describe my figure, the word I always use on my dating profile. But I have more curves than I would like, no matter which diet I try. Plus, the bonus twins, cellulite and stretch marks. I’m not tall and thin like Jamie or perfectly proportionate like Sloane.
All things being equal, I prefer to have sex in complete darkness. Figure it’s better that way for all involved.
I guide Mack to the bed and hold my breath, waiting for him to say something. To agree with this plan or stop things before we drop more clothing and inhibitions.
“You gonna turn a light on?”
“It’s better if I don’t.” I’m glad the room’s dim, hiding my flaming cheeks in the shadows.
“Yeah? I wholeheartedly disagree.” Mack snakes his hand up the inside of my shirt and palms my breast, squeezing. “I want to see these luscious tits while I ride you.”
Shimmery heat ripples through me, my belly swooping at his dirty words.
"You don’t.”
He pulls me up against his hard body and squeezes my ass, pressing his lips to the shell of my ear.
“Don’t tell me what I want, Firecracker. I’m a grown-ass man and I know what I like. Know what I want. And I very much want to see you, watch your pretty face as I make you come for me and scream my name. But if you’re more comfortable in the dark, I’ll live with it. For now.”
Pleasure skitters across my skin as his warm breath tickles my face, my neck. My thighs clench and I quickly debate the merits of lights on versus lights off.
Taking the scary leap, I unwind myself from him and move over to the nightstand, clicking on the light. “Fine.”
“Ah, there she is.” He stares at me like I’m a real-life supermodel and a bit of my self-consciousness fades away.
With two large strides, he’s in front of me, caressing my face with the rough pads of his fingers. Tracing down the line of my jaw to my chin, he tilts my head up to meet his gaze.
“You okay?” His eyes search mine, waiting for an answer.
Heart pounding and throat dry, I nod. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Nervous as hell, but good.
He doesn’t wait for further reassurance. Instead, he reaches around and grabs the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head. I suck in a breath as his T-shirt hits the floor, taking in his broad chest and the ridges of his abs.
Mack is all man. I’ve never hooked up with anyone as rugged and handsome as he is. Not that my exes were duds or anything, but they sure as hell weren’t Mack.
The hard lines, the stubble, the spicy masculine scent wafting from his skin. The way he’s staring at me right now, like he’s had his snack and that was cute and all. But he’s still hungry and ready for the main course.
Heat unfurls low in my belly under his smoldering gaze. This man is doing things to me and we’ve barely even begun.
He unbuttons his jeans and kicks his pants off. Matter-of-fact and unceremoniously. Like it’s no big deal.
Meanwhile, I’m over here all up in my head, worrying about lights on or off.
Fuck it.
Following his lead, I shimmy out of my oversized sweatshirt and drop it on the floor. Reach behind my back and unhook my bra, letting the silky fabric fall on the pile of clothing.
“Fuck me, Firecracker.” Mack lets out a low whistle, his eyes widening in appreciation as he takes in my naked body. “You are absolutely stunning.”
Every inch of me flushes at the compliment and my confidence buoys.
“Thanks. You’re not half bad yourself.” I run my palm over his broad chest, appreciating the hard lines, the wall of muscle beneath the light smattering of hair.
“Not too shabby for someone my age?” He tips his head, flexing his pecs.
“I didn’t say a word about your age. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not all that concerned about numbers right now.”
Winding my arms around his neck, I press my mouth to his. Kissing him long and hard, getting lost in the moment. Everything falls away—all the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this, our relationships outside of this bedroom, the boundary we’re about to cross.
The only thing that matters, right here and right now, is what’s happening between us.
I want this man.
I want him to touch me, kiss me, do dirty things to me until I can’t take any more.
And then I want him to do it all over again.
His hands slide from my hips to my ass and he squeezes.
“I love your ass.” His deep, husky voice makes me believe him. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. So round and juicy.”
Warm happiness blooms inside me, all those cycling and bootcamp classes I skipped suddenly validated. He squeezes hard and gives my backside a light slap, then rubs the spot tenderly.
A soft moan escapes my lips, wetness slicking my thighs. “Mack—” His name comes out strangled. I barely recognize my own voice, so desperate and needy.
Dropping a hand between my legs, he trails a thick finger through my pussy. “So wet for me.”
He pushes inside me and I groan. “Oh my god, that feels amazing.”
Sliding another finger in, he thrusts gently in and out. I spread my legs wider and he adds a third finger, moving faster and harder. Pressure builds in my core and I’m bucking against his hand, seeking more.
More friction, more heat. More Mack.
“I love how ready you are, baby,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe. A hot bolt of desire zips through me and I shudder, nipples peaking.
His lips quirk up as he watches the effect his words and actions have on my body. He’s in total control right now, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Thumb brushing lightly against my clit, he slows and pulls out. I bite back a whimper, my pussy throbbing.
“Lay down.” Mack hooks a thumb at the bed and I quickly do as he asks, getting comfortable against the mountain of pillows.
Bending down, he retrieves a foil packet from his pants and rips it open with his teeth. Then he casually drops his boxer briefs, his hard shaft springing free.
“Wow.” I take in the length and size of him, doing mental gymnastics trying to decide if he’s going to fit inside me. “That’s, um…you’re…big. Not that I’m not game, it’s just…do you think you’re going to fit?”
“Don’t worry, Firecracker.” He strokes his dick a few times before rolling on the condom. “It’ll fit.”
It’s gonna be a tight squeeze, that’s for sure.
Grinning, he straddles me. Laugh lines crinkle around his eyes and up close I notice a sprinkling of gray in his sandy curls. Other than that, I’d guess he was my age or maybe even younger.
“You’re really gorgeous.” I stroke his chest, taking all of him in.
“Thanks, baby.” He smooths his thumb over my cheek, leaning in and kissing me. “You’re beautiful.”
Trailing from my face to my chest, Mack caresses my breasts with both hands. His light touch sends flutters straight to my belly and my nipples pebble. He rolls the sharp points with his thumbs and a fiery bolt rips through me.
“Mack…” I moan, my eyes drifting closed. Bright lights dance behind my eyelids as I get lost in the sensations. Heat and desire and pleasure mix together, pushing me closer to ecstasy.
Mack spreads my thighs further apart, then he trails the tip of his cock through my wetness. Testing, teasing.
“Yes,” I whisper, opening my eyes. I roll my hips, urging him to keep going, and he follows my lead. Pushing in, slowly, oh so slowly.
“Fuck, you’re tight—” he hisses, sinking in further. “So damn tight. You feel so good, baby.”
I breathe out a long exhale, focus on relaxing and taking him all the way. My hands move from his shoulders down his back, every muscle tight and defined. One more deep breath and he pushes in the rest of the way, our bodies joined together.
“Are you good?” He strokes my cheek and I nod.
“Yes. Better than.”
“Good. I knew you could take me. Such a good girl.”
His words, his husky voice, wash over me and I melt for this man. He could do anything to me right now and I would like it.
With a slow rock, he moves inside me and I almost die from ecstasy, it feels so fucking good. I match his rhythm and soon we’re moving together, back and forth, in and out, the only sound our ragged, shallow breathing.
He picks up the pace and I keep up, rolling my hips against his taut body and gripping his ass. I’m hot and panting, white dots dancing in my peripheral vision. I know I’m close to tumbling over the edge.
“Fuck me, Mack. Harder.”
Clutching my hands above my head, Mack hammers into me. Harder and faster, my muscles coiling and ready to explode.
“Yesss!” I cry, ripples of pleasure rolling through me as I crash, riding the wave of my release.
“Come for me, baby. That’s it, let it all out.” Mack keeps thrusting, not slowing down as I shudder beneath him. “Fuck?—”
He explodes inside me, pumping out his own release. I squeeze my thighs together, riding him and milking his cock until he finally slows.
“Fuck, baby—” Mack rolls off me, collapsing on the pillows, breathing hard. “That was fantastic.”
He pulls me onto his chest, stroking my hair as we both come down.
“When’s round two?” I tease, feathering my fingers over his chest, his heart still pounding hard beneath my hand.
Growling, he squeezes my ass. “Whenever you’re ready for it, Firecracker.”