17. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Maisie
We spent the rest of the day exploring London. It was amazing, so big and busy with so many interesting things to look at.
We walked for miles, acting just like tourists. We wandered around Soho and Chinatown, then headed down towards Westminster, taking photos of all the famous landmarks. Before making our way back up to Covent Garden and stopping for a late lunch. We were all exhausted but unwilling to call time on our London excursion.
My favourite place in the whole of London was of course, the M&M's shop. I managed to spend a lot of money and didn't have too much to show for it. We had a stroll along the Southbank, taking in the sights of the River Thames. It was magical here and it wasn't just because I was visiting London for the very first time, it was because for once in my life I was surrounded by a group of people who genuinely cared for me.
Grace and I continued to hit it off, we were totally different but we got on like a house on fire. She was the calm and I was the storm. It was lovely seeing the pure love between her and Hugh, they were so disgustingly happy it was such a beautiful thing to witness and to hear that they were engaged. I was beyond pleased for them both. They were getting married in just a couple of months, back in Meadowside. Grace had told me all about it before asking me to be a part of her big day.
We hadn't known each other for very long but the friendship between us had blossomed so quickly and so naturally, I'd forever hold her close in my heart. I'd never had girlfriends before, not true ones anyway. Of course, I had acquaintances, people who thought we were friends but I'd never felt that true connection with someone before. Not until I met these guys, I'd grown close to them all and I hoped they'd keep me around.
The best thing about the day though without a shadow of a doubt was Mack. I think I unleashed something in him last night, he couldn't keep his hands off me. The kisses, the touches, the holding hands, the flirty gazes. If I wasn't careful I'd fall down from swooning so hard.
Every time he pressed his lips to my forehead or tucked a stray hair behind my ear, my heart pounded in my chest and goose bumps covered every inch of my body. I'd never had such a reaction, I wasn't entirely sure how to handle it. All I knew was that I loved it. And I was pretty sure that I loved him too, he told me those words last night and I hadn't exactly said them back.
I felt them, I did. But I'd never felt love before, I'd lost my parents at such a young age that I wasn't really sure what love looked like. Obviously I had my early childhood memories of what my parents were like together but you don't really pay much attention at that age. And then they were snatched away and I'd not been shown genuine affection since.
I didn't want to say those words to him until I could truly understand what I was feeling. I was terrified to put myself out there and be abandoned again, I don't think my heart could take it.
So for now, I was living in the middle. I had a loving, kind, spectacular man who seemed to want me, and my heart. I was well on my way to giving it to him completely. We hadn't had the whole 'where is this going?' chat yet but I felt like we were both content with where we were.
We both had a lot to learn and after seeing Mack's reaction to those women last night, there was a lot that we still had to learn about each other.
But right now, I was ready to hop back on the tube and head back to camp. We had one more night in Abbey Wood and I was determined to spend it snuggled up in my mans arms whilst laughing with friends around the campfire.
The only disappointment of the day was that I didn't see a flash mob, I can imagine it isn't something that happens on a regular basis but there was definitely more of a chance of it happening in London than Meadowside, that's for sure.
We got back to the campsite around eight o'clock in the evening, we were all totally shattered from our eventful day and I wouldn't be able to eat another M&M for a long time. I'd overdone it and now I was totally regretting my decision.
Everybody was quiet as we sat around the campfire, all of us engaging in quiet conversations ready to call it a night soon. I was perched on Mack's lap just like I'd hoped to be, to be fair I hadn't really given him much of a choice. I had changed into my pyjama shorts and vest top, bundled Mack's huge hoody over the top and climbed onto his lap, he pulled me close, nuzzling his face into my neck and pressing soft kisses behind my ear. Is this what it felt like to be cherished?
If I was to imagine how that would feel, this is exactly how I'd describe it. The way Mack made me feel was almost too good to be true, no man could be this perfect, am I right?
I hadn't had too much time to think about it as we'd been so busy but my knuckles were killing me after smacking the shit out of those bitches the other night. My knuckles had been torn and bleeding, swollen and sore. Mack had cleaned every last one and coated them in plasters from the emergency first aid kit. I'd insisted that I was fine but he was having none of it, he wrapped them up and pressed a soft kiss on to every single one. He had been so vulnerable when he thanked me for standing up for him, like it was something he'd never experienced before.
My heart hurt for this sweet man, he'd been through enough torment. Which was why I was so hell bent on making up for it now. Within the time we'd known each other, we'd managed to tick off half of his bucket list already. It wasn't just his list though, it was mine too. I'd missed out on a lot of experiences as a kid too and we were now making up for lost time.
We were having the time of our lives, yes we were now in our twenties and we were doing things we should probably have stopped doing years ago. But, we didn't care. It was time to live, make new memories. Happy ones that we could carry through our lives together, even if we weren't together forever I'd never forget Mack. Although I hadn't opened up to him about my feelings, I could see myself loving him forever. I wondered if he'd be content with someone like me forever?
Nobody had ever wanted me for an extended amount of time, I was the fun time girl, a one and done, a means to an end, an itch to scratch. But with Mack, everything was different.
As if sensing that my thoughts had taken a more intense route, Mack shifted beneath me and pulled a blanket up around my legs, I couldn't hold back the small smile that pressed against the side of his neck, he was always taking care of me.
It seems that I'd unleashed something in this sweet man though because his intentions with the blanket were anything but innocent. We were completely hidden beneath the blanket, when a warm hand stroked up my calf and to my thigh. Mack's thumb swept up under my shorts and across the seam of my panties on the inside of my leg. He was testing the waters, waiting for a response. I didn 't give him a verbal one but I did open my legs for him, giving him the green light.
He sighed deeply into my hair, as if relieved that I was letting him in. His hand slowly stroked up and down my thigh, getting closer and closer to the edge of my panties with each sweep.
My heart was speeding up, my pulse thumping as my pussy grew wet in anticipation. Mack's breathing was calm and shallow beneath me, looking at him you'd think he was totally unaffected but I knew different.
I could feel him beneath me, rock hard and poking into my back. He was so rock solid it must hurt, so of course I rubbed myself subtly against him causing a deep groan to leave his throat. I raised my head to give him a smirk, but when I looked into his eyes, the lust and fire held within could incinerate me instantly. This man wanted me and it felt damn good.
With renewed vigour, his big hand left my thigh and made it's journey up, beneath my silk shorts and instantly swept my drenched panties to the side before plunging two thick fingers deep inside me.
No warning, no preamble. He was breaching my entrance, causing me to moan out loud. He chuckled beneath me and raised his head, briefly looking around at our fellow campers. They were all occupied though and the quiet crackle of the fire was enough to drown out my moans. He renewed his efforts, slowly sliding those fingers in and out of my wetness. His thumb came to my slippery clit as he rubbed small circles, eliciting shivers down my entire body.
I couldn't stop my hips from grinding into his hard cock. His fingers never left me, he didn't speed up or slow down. He kept going with the perfect speed and pressure, I was so wet I was soaking his hand and I'm pretty sure his jeans would be drenched when he stood up. I didn't care though, the deep seated need to come was taking over every system in my body.
I didn't care who was here and who was watching, I was ready to take my mans cock out and ride him with an audience. He seemed to pick up on this change of energy just as I slunk my hand underneath the blanket and reached for his belt buckle. Moving down to grasp him in my hand, his jeans were so snug around his cock that I was pretty sure I could feel every ridge and groove through the thick denim.
It took my brain a few seconds to comprehend what happened next, one minute I had thick fingers ready to detonate me into oblivion, the next they were gone and he was pushing to stand with me still in his arms.
"Come on baby, let's take a walk ..." He said it loud enough for our friends to hear, a few heads popped up in acknowledgement before they all turned back to their conversations.
"Go for a walk …" I muttered, not sure how I was supposed to walk when he was still clutching me tightly in his arms.
He strode across that campsite like a man on a mission, me in his arms, blanket still wrapped around us both. His chest was heaving, but not with exertion, oh no, this man was having trouble holding back.
He didn't walk far. There was a bike shed on the opposite side of camp, probably about one hundred metres from our tent. He strode around the back of it and settled me down gently on my feet. I stood, barefoot and taking in my surroundings. Behind the bike shed were a few benches to one side, opposite those were a row of lockers for cyclists to stow their belongings whilst they went on a bike ride.
I didn't have too much time to assess my surroundings before a big hand was in my hair and lips crashed down on mine. Mack walked me backwards towards one of the benches but as my knees hit the bench and I began to lower myself, he grabbed me by the waist and turned me around. My back pressed into his hard chest, he pushed his hips into my arse making me feel the steel rod he had hidden in his pants.
We had only slept together once, but it seemed to have unlocked some well hidden filth that Mack possessed inside. He reached for the hem of the hoody I was wearing and swept it over my head and threw it to the ground. He was then stroking my hair, kissing and nipping at my neck and bare shoulders before bringing his lips to my ear and whispering,
"Bend over little flame. "
He didn't have to ask me twice.
I bent over, placing my hands on the bench and pushed my arse back into his hardness. He groaned and grabbed my hips hard enough to leave delicious marks on my skin. I'd cherish them later.
He pushed his hard dick into my arse and all restraint was gone.
In an instant my shorts were pulled down to my ankles, my drenched black thong joining them as I stood in the middle of a campsite with my bare arse exposed to the world.
I couldn't care less though and as Mack's fingers returned to my wet pussy I totally forgot about all our friends who were sitting just metres away.
"Fuck, baby you're so wet, you're drenching my fingers." His fingers were gone and I almost stamped my foot at him, but before I had the chance I heard a growl sound from behind me. I turned to look over my shoulder and the sight almost made me come on the spot. Mack was licking me from his fingers whilst staring intently at my arse and pussy, his soft plush lips wrapping around his fingers made my pussy pulse in anticipation, he returned his fingers to me. I pushed my hips back to ride him, he swept his other hand up and over my arse, stroking down my crease.
He bent and kissed me right there, he peppered kisses down my lower spine and down my arse crack before flicking his tongue out and licking me right there.
"Mack …"
"What's the matter baby? You want my fat cock?"
Where the hell did my sweet and shy Mack go?
I wasn't complaining though and he was right, I did want his fat cock, buried deep inside me in the middle of the woods.
"Give it to me …"
His jeans and boxers dropped at the speed of light, as if he was just waiting for the last minute.
I couldn't create a coherent thought in my brain when he pushed me down with one huge hand on my shoulders. My hands and forearms now pressed against the bench, causing me to be completely exposed to him .
His thick cock swept across my entrance and down to my clit, I bucked beneath him, trying to get him inside. I was so wet, it was seeping down my inner thighs.
"Mack …"
"I know baby, I've got you …"
He plunged so deep and so fast that the breath left my lungs and my heart was about ready to jump out of my chest.
Gone was the teasing.
Gone was the restraint.
My feet scrambled for purchase on the damp grass as Mack pounded that fat cock into me over and over again.
My toes ached from trying to stay upright, he was pounding me so hard that my tits bounced right out of my vest top. Mack was quick to notice as one hand left my hip and he took my breast in his hand and squeezed, flicking his thumb across my nipple which was so hard it could cut glass.
I tried to keep up with his thrusts but in the end I just had to give myself over to this giant man behind me, who couldn't seem to get deep enough inside my body. He was so thick and hard, he was tapping slightly against my cervix. It hurt but it hurt so good, my orgasm was quickly building.
The pressure in my body reaching new heights of pleasure. I felt like a volcano, building and building, ready to erupt.
Mack's thrusts grew choppy, his breathing was ragged, his moans and groans vibrating through my body like the best background music I'd ever heard.
White sparks were flashing behind my eyes, lighting my body up from the inside.
Mack's hand snaked around my front and he flicked my clit, once, twice and I detonated into oblivion.
My sight went, my hearing went, my body was warm and my legs almost gave out beneath me.
A thick arm swept around my middle holding me up as Mack pumped into me, once, twice before he pushed as deeply as he could and filled me with his hot seed. Pulse after pulse of hot come left his body and made itself at home inside of mine. The groan that sounded in his throat almost made me come again.
We were spent, Mack slouched over my body trying to hold his weight off of me by resting a hand on the bench next to my head. We stayed that way whilst regaining our breath and letting our pulses return to normal.
Fuck me, that was the hottest experience of my life.
"I think I died …" Mack whispered behind me, I couldn't help but chuckle but I was no better off. I could barely stand, my legs were liquified and shivers wracked my body. It wasn't from the cold though, it was pure adrenaline. I'd been fucked within an inch of my life.
Mack eventually straightened and went to pull out, I winced. My pussy was sore from the delicious pounding she had just taken.
Just as he was about to take a step back, we heard the soft rustle of grass and footsteps coming towards us. They were coming too fast to do anything but stay as we were. If we were to move, then whoever was seconds from walking around that corner would have a very explicit view of my swollen dripping pussy and Mack's softening cock.
Our eyes met, panic seeping into both of our gazes. Mack looked around frantically, I don't know what for. It was pretty damn obvious what we were doing. Just as a large body rounded the corner of the bike shed, Mack picked up the blanket and threw it across my back like I was wearing a damn horse jacket. He was still inside me, with each second that his cock softened, rivers of come spilled down my legs.
The large body quickly turned into Jax … eighteen year old Jax. He halted, took in the scene in front of him, instantly putting two and two together if his shocked expression told me anything.
He quickly averted his eyes from me and chose to drill his eyes into Mack instead. At least he was a gentleman.
"I – I um, was just. Um ... sorry. I, I'm gonna go," he threw a thumb over his shoulder and turned to leave but before he could Ace came bounding around the corner like a springer spaniel on speed, with the very real spaniel right behind him, nipping at his heels.
"Jax, did you get the -."
Ace paused, took in the scene with a head tilt .
"Well well well, what do we have here?"
Mack eventually came out of his dazed stupor.
"We were ... um Maisie had back, um … back pain. I'm just helping her stretch it out." His voice became more confident as his sentence progressed, as he nodded his head, probably assessing how convincing that story sounded.
I couldn't help the giggle that left me, I felt my pussy clench around his dick which was still inside me, at the same time he grabbed my hips again and begged me with his eyes to stay still. I smirked back at him before giving my inner muscles an extra hard squeeze.
He lowered his chin to his chest, trying to regain his composure.
Meanwhile, the Bowman brothers were still stood observing the interaction.
Ace was stroking his stubbled chin,
"Oh I'm sure you gave her a real good stretching mate. I'm sure she feels much better. Come on Jaxy, let's leave these guys to stretch it out."
They left, Ace throwing a wink over his shoulder for good measure. Mack and I made eye contact and immediately burst into fits of laughter. Mack's cock fell from my body as we both went down onto the grass, laughing until our stomachs hurt and tears streamed down our cheeks.
We laid in the grass, barely covered in an old camping blanket until our giggles ceased and our hearts were full.
Then we laid there some more, staring up into the starry night sky. Clutching each other tightly and falling harder with every second.