Chapter 19 #2
“Easy,” he murmurs, and I sink back into the mattress, watching as he moves down the bed.
He doesn’t tease me which I’m grateful for.
Instead, he takes the head of my cock into his mouth and sucks.
I shout, squeezing my eyes shut as his clever hand finds my balls and cups them.
My eyes fly open in alarm as he moves away again, and then I relax as he reaches for the bedside table. He’s looking for lube.
He pauses and curses softly.
“What is it?” I ask, struggling up onto my elbows.
“I haven’t got any lube.”
“ What ?”
My dismayed exclamation seems to amuse him for a second, and then he groans. “I didn’t think this was going to happen.”
“Don’t you usually keep it here?”
“No.” He hesitates. “I don’t bring men here.”
Joy is all I can feel for a second, and I can’t conceal it. His mouth quirks wryly as he watches me, one strand of inky hair falling over his pale face. Then he smiles, another wicked one that makes me shudder. “I think I have an idea.”
“What’s that?” I ask warily, but he comes back over me and takes me into his mouth.
I cry out, my hands slapping down on the mattress as he sucks hard.
The hot, wet clasp of his mouth is like heaven and I dig my heels into the bed, shoving my hips up and my cock farther into that perfect grip.
He lets me do it, his hands everywhere, caressing my hips and chest, tweaking my nipples, and then under me, clenching my arse and squeezing so hard that it will leave bruises. It makes heat sizzle in my spine.
My balls draw up. “I’m so close,” I say hoarsely.
He pulls away to say, “Come.”
“What about …what about you?” I manage to get out.
He slaps my thigh, and I hiss, biting my lip to keep my noises in. “We’ll get to that after you do as I tell you.” He bends back to his task, sucking hard and taking me to the back of his throat.
As I watch, he pushes his fingers in his mouth alongside my cock, and I cry out as he removes them and taps my legs in command.
I immediately spread my thighs and pant as he massages the puckered opening.
Still sucking, he coats the muscle with his spit-slick, clever fingers—pushing in one and then two and finally three.
The stretch is painful after all this time with no sex, but I push into the pain, grunting at the sting of his nail and the blissful feeling of fullness.
He looks up at me, and I swallow hard at the sight of his beautiful face with his swollen lips wrapped around my cock.
It’s glistening with his spit, the veins standing out.
He pulls back until just the head rests on his tongue.
The crown is swollen and purple, and watching me, he taps it against his lips, sliding it over them until they shine with my precome.
“ Fuck ,” I breathe. He suckles the head again, watching me, his eyes dark and knowing, and then abruptly pulls back and slaps my cock.
It’s gentle, but the sting makes my eyes water, and I’m suddenly there.
I’m dimly aware of him taking me in his hand, but I’m gone, jetting into his palm as I ride out an orgasm that’s so powerful it makes tears fill my eyes.
Finally, the spurts stop, and I fall back against the bed, shuddering with aftershocks and gasping for breath. I shiver as the cool breeze from the window traces over my body, chilling the sweat and tickling the sticky marks from his kisses. I force open my eyes.
He’s kneeling between my legs, which are open in an obscene sprawl, and he’s looking at my hole hungrily as if he’s been starving for forty days and now has access to an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“You’re so fucking beautiful ,” he breathes, and I feel my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
“Now you.” My voice is low and hoarse. “What do you want?”
He shrugs. “You. Always you.” His cock is heavy and hard between his legs, the shaft pale against the dark tangle of his pubes.
I watch avidly as he gives the shaft a rough stroke, the veins dark under the skin.
He shoves into his fist, his head falls back, and he groans loud and long to the ceiling.
With a delicious shock, I realise what he’s using to grease his fist. He’s masturbating with my come.
“That’s so hot ,” I breathe.
He gives me an almost feral smile. “I need you,” he says in such a low voice I almost don’t hear him.
“You have me. Come here.” I open my arms as he hovers over me, resting on one arm, as his other busily fits his cock to my opening. Then he stops.
“What is it?” I ask.
He raises his head, his eyes stark and full of something that looks like dread. “Is this still okay?”
I can’t think what he means for a second, and then realisation dawns. “I haven’t been with anyone else,” I say, watching as his head falls forward and he sucks in air. “Mac?” I say and then pause. “What about you?” I say slowly.
“No one,” he says. I relax back into the mattress, feeling the relief flow through me. He cocks his head, that tender expression on his face again. “How could I? No one else is you.”
I open my mouth to say something, but at that moment, he pushes inside me, and the heat rolls back in, obliterating all thoughts.
I throw my head back, moaning in bliss. It’s the only way to describe the feeling of having him inside me after so long.
The slide is sweet, slow, and perfect, and I tighten my arms around him and wrap my legs around his narrow hips as he groans his pleasure into my neck.
His breath is hot against the sensitive skin, and I shudder as he licks and sucks there.
He bottoms out and rests briefly, but I shake my head fretfully.
“Keep going,” I gasp.
“You sure?”
I nod frantically. “I might not be able to come again, but this is for you.”
His head comes up, and he smiles knowingly. “Oh, I think you’ve got another one in you.”
I catch my breath. “Do you?”
He nods. “And it’s mine. I want your come on me. I want it coating my skin.”
He kisses me, forcing my head back into the pillow while I wrap him in my arms and legs, wanting to blend with him, to meld our bodies so tightly together we can never get free.
He pistons into me, and the strength and dominance are just what I need, just what I crave.
This feeling of being taken over by him to a place where all my wants are his to fulfil is so addictive.
“My come is inside me,” I gasp, and he nods, his panting breaths hot on my skin.
He’s grunting now every time he bottoms out, and it’s such a nasty, guttural sound that I feel my cock fill and rise again, pushing against him.
It slides in the sweat covering us, and his head comes up, his eyes wild now and unfocused.
I gasp as he comes up on his knees, forcing my legs around him and plunging deeper than before.
This angle rubs his cock across my prostate, the nub swollen.
It sends little electric shocks through me, and I jerk, grinding down on him, wanting more, wanting him so deep he’ll never get out.
My cock bounces on my stomach, and I watch him through slitted eyes as he pushes in and out of me. His cock is dark and swollen as it emerges from my hole and then shuttles back in.
“Going to come,” he grits out, and I nod, shoving down on him.
He grabs my dick, fisting it, and it’s enough to send me over the edge.
I shout as I pulse over his fingers in sticky spurts, aware of him roaring out his pleasure as he comes inside me.
He pulls out slightly, still coming, and then shoves in again and again, and I can feel his spunk slick on my balls and between my legs.
Then he collapses onto me, and it’s so familiar that it brings tears to my eyes.
It’s only after a few minutes of lying together that I realise what’s different this time.
Always before, he’s got up and moved away, intent on setting distance between us, but not this time.
His cock has softened and slipped out, but he’s still lying between my legs.
He’s resting his weight to the side, so he doesn’t smother me, but his arms are around me, his fingers stroking my skin slowly up and down, and his head is on my shoulder.
He’s pressing kisses there that are gentle and soft, and I make a pleased sound that I try to smother, not wanting to break the moment.
It’s too late, though. He pulls back slightly so his head rests on the other pillow and his eyes watch me seriously.
I think he’s going to leave now, but to my amazement, he draws me back into his arms, one hand tracing my body from groin to chest in a sweeping caress.
“Why did you come to me?” he finally says.
I think about it for a beat. “I wanted to seize the moment and have honest sex with you where it’s just us. With no ghosts between us and no lies.”
His fingers continue to stroke my arm. “Why?”
“Because this one was on my terms. No money. No deal. Just us.”
He hesitates. “Will you stay tonight?” he whispers, the words vulnerable.
I consider him for a long second, then lean forward and kiss his nose. “I thought you’d never ask, Cormac Reilly.”
“Just Mac to you.”
I come awake slowly, aware that something is different.
I’m warm beneath soft sheets that smell of Mac’s cologne.
Memory returns, and I turn my head. Mac is lying behind me, one arm slung over my waist, and his breath hits my neck in soft puffs.
For a novice at sharing a bed, he surely is good at cuddling.
My mouth twitches. I suppose it helps that he’s still fast asleep and knows nothing about it.
I nestle closer, feeling my cock stir as the sheets gust the scent of sex. After a moment, I ease gently out of his arms. I hold my breath when his breathing changes, but he just wrinkles his nose and settles more deeply under the duvet. He’d be horrified to know he’s very cute.