Chapter 36
Eliza
With the way Mac is fucking me right now, I have serious regrets.
How have I gone years missing out on this?
Mac is fucking me like it’s his sole purpose in life, and I’m loving every second of it.
His touch was tender and caring before, and now it’s downright feral.
I can guarantee I’ll have reminders of tonight all over my body.
His grip on my thighs is so tight I know I’ll have bruises, and I almost want to photograph them in the morning so that I’ll forever have proof of what it’s like to be fucked with this much passion.
We both stare down, watching the way he ruts into me.
Our breathing is harsh and laboured. The sound of my heart pounding fills my ears, mixed with the way he grits my name out.
I’m close, hovering on the tipping point of my orgasm, and I work to hold it back.
I don’t want to fall just yet; I want to draw out this time with him.
The feeling of pure need and desire taking over him and needing me.
Not just sex, but me. The feeling is a high no drug could compare to.
His hand leaves my thigh and his thumb finds my clit, moving in slow steady circles over it, and I’m no match for him.
I come, loudly. I call his name as tremors wrack my body, and just when I think I’ve ridden out my orgasm, another hits and I’m falling towards him, my forehead resting against his chest and he continues to fuck me.
When my orgasm subsides, his hand grips my hair and pulls my head back as his lips crash to mine and his thrusts become more choppy.
The next thing I know, he’s groaning into the kiss as his hips still and he comes.
We break the kiss, and he rests his forehead against mine, staring down at where we’re connected.
I’m a mess. Sweat is dripping down my back, my hair probably looks like it just had a giant hand in it, and I know my cheeks aren’t even pink but scarlet red.
He slowly pulls out of me, and I moan at the feeling of losing him. He pulls off the condom and tosses it in the garbage, and I slide off the counter, grabbing his hand and walking towards the bedroom.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I say over my shoulder.
He quickens his steps, his hands finding my waist as he lifts me and rushes into the bedroom, dropping me on the bed and following “And what do you have in mind?”
I grin up at him, wrapping my legs around his hips and holding him close. “Well, first, I thought I’d get you on your back.”
I push at his chest, and he rolls, bringing me with him. I sit up and remove my bra, tossing it across the room as his hands snake their way up my stomach and to my chest, taking both of my breasts in his hands. I drop my head back and moan as he pinches my nipples and pulls slightly.
“You’re a vision,” he says,and it fills my entire body with warmth. The affection and awe in his voice have me wishing it could always be like this. I fight the thought and lean down and kiss him. His hands roam my body like he’s trying to map every inch.
I reach for the nightstand and grab a condom, tearing it open with my teeth.
Mac watches me, enraptured as I shuffle down his body and roll the condom on his already hard cock.
I lift myself onto my knees, and we both watch as I position him at my opening and slowly sink down.
This angle is different, and I bite my lip as I take in the feeling of him stretching me.
By the time he’s fully in, I’m panting. His hands find my hips, we lock eyes, and his thumb rubs against my skin in a way that feels entirely reassuring.
I slowly lift myself up before falling back down.
I roll my hips, a moan ripping from me as my clit rubs against his pubic bone.
I find a rhythm that has my entire body feeling like it’s covered in static electricity and a single spark could set me a flame.
He whispers to me, telling me how well I’m doing, how gorgeous I look right now, and muttering curses when I move my hips in a specific way.
I fall forward, needing to kiss him. His tongue plays with mine, and I find his hand with mine, entwining our fingers.
This is starting to feel like more than it should be, but I don’t want to stop it.
When I feel the start of my orgasm, I don’t fight it this time.
I let it consume me, take me completely from the inside out giving over control to it.
“Mackenzie,” I whisper as my orgasm fades.
My entire body feel limp and boneless. I can’t move and I don’t want to.
Mac’s hands move softly up my thighs, my sides, and across my back like he’s checking to see if I’m real.
He kisses me softly, little intimate kisses that if I read too much into them could feel like something a real couple in love would do, but that’s ridiculous.
I slowly lift myself off of him and pad to the washroom to clean myself up and to tell heart and brain to get out of the clouds and remember that this is just an arrangement. An arrangement that comes with amazing, mind-blowing sex, yes, but nothing more.
When I return to the bedroom, Mac is in the same spot I left him.
His arm is thrown over his eyes, and I take him in while he’s not watching me.
I don’t have the words to fully describe him.
He’s hot, but then there’s something about his energy, his aura, that elevates everything about him.
He’s pulled me in, and I don’t know how.
He has me thinking things like who cares that he’s so much older when we have a connection unlike anything I’ve experienced.
I’m now standing naked in the bedroom of a man ten years older than me, who I’m pretending to date, and thousands of kilometres away from home.
This is not something I would have done six months ago, and I’m not sure I would be in this position with anyone other than Mac. I’m royally fucked.
I slide into bed, and Mac replaces me in the washroom, returning and slipping in behind me. He pulls me close to his chest and places a soft kiss behind my ear. The soft smile that I can’t fight is just another sign that I’m in over my head.