23. Mac
MAC
This Chelsea chick won’t stop giggling. It’s kind of grating, but I’ve come this far. May as well see it through, right?
She’s been clinging to me like a limpet the entire party, and I know it’s only because she wants me to message my mom and tell her about this girl I met who really wants to make it big in Hollywood.
Like that’s ever gonna happen.
I’ve kind of tried to subtly hint at that, but Miss Giggles is determined.
So, I may as well take advantage.
Pulling her outside, I catch her around the waist when she stumbles down the back steps. She’s definitely tipsy, but not so drunk that she doesn’t know what she’s doing. I’d never fuck a girl who didn’t have the option of saying no.
This girl, she’s into me.
I just don’t trust her reasons for wanting me so badly.
“Come on, sexy,” I murmur, pulling her away from the house.
We’ve already tried to find a couple of spaces to get down and dirty, but they’re all occupied. So, the woods it is.
Suits me fine.
Sex outside is fucking awesome.
I’ll do her up against a tree.
My Converse crunch over the dry, summer bracken as I lead her away from the house. I don’t actually care if someone sees us—there’s something kind of hot and thrilling about that—but I should probably aim for somewhere a little more private.
We weave our way around the cars and down the track I walk every time I stay here. It’s usually to get away from my family. At least this time, it’s for a decent reason.
Veering off the path, I plunge us into the woods and around a few thick trees, until I can look over my shoulder and not see the house at all.
“Where are you taking me?” She giggles again, and the sound is starting to flatten my nerves into pancakes.
Hopefully I can get a different sound out of her soon. A few sexy moans. Something that will quicken my pulse and get my dick hard.
She’s a sexy thing, so it won’t take much, and my brain is already firing messages down my body. This is going to be hot and fast—a heady rush, just the way I like it.
Pulling her around a fat tree trunk, I push her back against it and cover her mouth with mine. It shuts her giggles up, and I enjoy the sweet groan that builds in her throat. Her tongue lashes against mine, and I cup the side of her neck, enjoying her taste. The heat between us is escalating fast.
Good. We can get this over with quickly.
I’ll get my release, and then she can leave me the fuck alone.
“We doing this?” I suck a spot on her jawline, then kiss the side of her neck when she tips her head back.
Her giggle has turned to a husky, breathy whisper. “Yeah, baby. I want you.”
“And it’s just sex,” I clarify, leaning back to look her in the eye. “This is just a bit of fun.”
I’ve learned the hard way that you have to make things abundantly clear. I’ve never gotten serious with a girl, never even wanted to. But chicks don’t always get the message, so you have to make it fucking obvious. Spell it out to them, one syllable at a time.
She bobs her head. “Oh yeah, it’s fine.” Her giggle is back, and I kiss her deeply, silencing the sound before my nerves are permanently damaged.
Trailing my hands down her body, I squeeze her tits, giving them a decent feel-up before pinching one puckered nipple, then gliding my fingers around her firm ass.
I give that a squeeze too and score myself a sweet moan.
Damn, she’s a tight little thing. I love her shape. These curves are fucking hot.
And thank God for miniskirts. That makes things so much easier.
Nudging the denim up her silky legs, I find her panty line and grin. A lacy thong. Shit, this is just getting better and better.
She lets out a wispy gasp when I skim my finger inside the edge of it.
My lips are still on hers, keeping her grounded while I tease her sweet pussy. Her clit is ready and waiting for me, and she moans into my mouth the second I stroke it.
Her fingers fist my T-shirt, the fabric bunching as I suck her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her tits all while stroking her center.
“Holy shit,” she breathes against the top of my head.
She likes it; I can tell by the way she spreads her legs, giving me easier access. Slipping her thong to the side, I go a little deeper, sliding two fingers inside her and loving that sound she makes.
I’m nibbling the top of her breast, gently pulling her bra down with my teeth before sucking her nipple between my lips. A spasm rocks through her body, and my dick is as hard as a fucking steel pole. This is going to be an awesome ride.
She’s hot and wet, and she’s falling apart in my arms.
“Oh shit,” she breathes, her body twitching again as I curl my fingers inside her, stroking her G-spot while destroying her clit with my thumb.
It’s taken me years of practice, but I’ve learned how to make girls come fast. It’s an explosive moment for them, and I don’t have to spend forever getting them warmed up. It’s a win-win, if you ask me.
“I’m coming,” she gasps. “I’m coming!”
And come she does. Her cry is high-pitched and a little feral, her fingers digging into my arm as her entire body convulses. Her pussy spasms around my fingers, and she’s so fucking wet right now.
Her legs are twitching, her body tensing against this tree trunk as the orgasm rockets through her. I let her ride it out before spinning her around and double-checking…
“You still want this?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Oh fuck, yes.”
Her delicate fingers dig into the bark as she rests her forehead against the back of her hand and waits for me to suit up.
I quickly unzip my shorts, yanking a rubber out of my back pocket and ripping the packet open with my teeth.
Spitting out the rubbish, I roll the condom over my very excited dick, then maneuver Chelsea’s legs so I can plunge into her with a smooth thrust that has her mouth popping open in surprise.
“You good?” I check.
“Uh… yes!” she groans, nudging her hips back.
I take that as permission and go for it.
She’s a sweet, hot ride, smooth as silk. Holding her ass cheeks, I pound into her, getting lost in the sensation of the moment.
A light summer breeze kisses my butt cheeks, my shorts slipping farther down my legs with each thrust.
The sound of our flesh slapping together is the only thing I can hear along with her breathy moans as she pushes back from the trunk, leaning forward even more so I can plunge even harder into her.
I keep an eye on her face, making sure she’s still into this. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her lips parted as breathy gasps pop out of her. My breaths are growing ragged too, my heart pounding faster with each plunge, chemicals flooding my body that are all things good.
So fucking good.
She whimpers and bites her lip, pushing back into me, and I up my pace, resting my hand on the back of her neck and rushing to a finish with quick, hard thrusts.
Heat courses through my body, that heady high I fucking love, washing away my angst for just a moment as I’m taken out by my release.
Fuck yes!
Fuck, I love this shit.
Clenching my ass, I push into her a few more times until my vision has cleared and I start falling from the high. I tend to come down pretty damn fast, and I’m pulling out of her and getting rid of the condom while she’s still panting against the tree.
Hitching my pants back up, I lightly slap her ass. “Thanks for the ride.”
Straightening her thong and pulling her skirt back into place, I make sure she’s put back together.
I even help her lift her bra strap back up and straighten her shirt.
She grins at me, and then another giggle pops out of her mouth.
Shit, I’m really starting to hate that sound.
Thank God this is over.
“So…” She bites her bottom lip, her hooded eyes sparkly and playful. “What do you want to do now?”
My forehead wrinkles in confusion, and I take another step away from her. “Nothing. We’re done.”
To help make my point, I turn and start walking back to the house.
I didn’t count on her not believing me.
As another giggle pops out of her mouth, she catches up to me, threading her fingers through mine and resting her head against my shoulder.
Oh fuck.
What have I done?