47. Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Seven
Jordan
The hard muscle beneath my palms feels good .
The heat surrounding my dick un-fucking-real.
His tattoos and flat chest. His stiff cock.
Mac. Mac. Mac.
The weight of him baring down on me, tightening around me, grounding me to this bed is so unfathomably sexy that I have no idea how I ever got nervous thinking about this.
Well—that was if the roles were reversed, me taking his cock and only hoping its half as good as how well he takes mine.
But even if it is?
There’s no way I’d ever deny him this, if that’s his thing.
This feeling of a soul-deep connection through touch. Allowing our bodies to do all the talking our mouths can’t and fuck .
The vehemence staring back at me has another shiver racking down my spine, the potency of it only hungering me for more .
“Turn around, Vida,” I growl out. “I wanna watch your ass swallow my dick.”
His eyes flare wide and heated, the sound escaping him only to be described as a deep whimper.
It’s then that Mac pushes at my shoulders until I flop back on the mattress, his hands bracing on my abs and his hips roll against me.
He’s gasping above me, beautifully flushed as his hair falls over his eyes.
I get half a groan out when he works his feet beneath him and starts to turn, twisting on me like a goddamn Sit ’n Spin. Somehow kicking off his shorts as he goes.
“ Fuck ,” I bark out, shooting upright and grabbing his waist just as he slams down on my cock, impaling himself and crying out. “That’s it, Vida.” I guide his hips. “Look at how gorgeous you are taking my cock.”
He trembles.
He .
Him.
Mac.
Something inside me uncoils and releases a rush of recognition that tingles down the back of my neck.
This. This is it.
He’s the key.
Lifting him so that I can get to my knees despite his protests, I guide Mac to grip the headboard. He braces, preparing himself and arching his ass out.
I hum an approving noise and ease back inside him.
The heat of him is almost too much when my balls meet his, the resulting moan too good to my ears.
“Mac,” I croak out, my thrusts measured but deep. Slow but powerful as I blanket his body with mine, a hand bracing over his.
“Y-yeah?” he stammers, his breath rushing out with each stroke of my cock inside his trembling body.
My other hand finds his chest and flattens between his pecs, right over his heart.
“I’m not wearing a condom.”
He moans and my abs tighten.
“I get tested every week.”
His hand flexes beneath mine, his hole clenching around me.
“Same,” he rasps.
My balls draw up tight to my body as I drop my head to his shoulder and press open mouthed kisses to his salty skin.
“I haven’t …” The hand on his chest trails down, down, down until the heel of my palm presses into his groin, his hard cock feeding between my spread fingers. “I haven’t been with anyone.”
“ Fuck ,” he mumbles, his body tightening, his hand beneath mine wriggling until he threads our fingers.
“Not since I met you.”
He goes completely taut, his hole gripping me so tight that I can barely move.
I glance up in time to catch him throwing his head back, his mouth spreading wide as I fist his pulsing cock and stroke him.
“ Fuuuuuuuck , Jordan.” He trembles, jerks, and shoots ropes of cum all over my palm with rolled back eyes and groaning gasps.
“That’s it,” I rasp, pumping my fist over his cock, milking the cum from him until those groans of his become pitchy huffs. “Fuck, I need to come.”
Mac arches his ass, burying me as deep as I’ll go, and I grip him with my cum-covered hand.
“Jordan,” he breathes out over his shoulder, his cheeks coated in a sexy pink flush, his hips working me in shallow thrusts. “ Me, either .”
I jolt forward with a moan, burying myself and pulsing stream after stream of cum in his ass, filling him with a piece of me that will only ever belong to him.
“Fuck,” Mac whines deep. “I can feel your cock pulsing.”
The sound that escapes me is half grunt and an almost chuckle. “Same.”
He groans and clenches, making me drop my head back to his shoulder with a curse.
“Sensitive?”
“Ah, yeah .”
He wiggles and I hiss, my eyes rolling back, my cock giving another mighty jerk.
“Just go slow.” I nod and nibble his skin, making him snort. “And don’t worry about the sheets. I have another set.”
“I know,” I mumble and press a final kiss to his shoulder before leaning back and slowly easing my cock from his body.
I’m prepared for the hiss, the shock of sudden chill, the full-body aftershock that rocks me.
What I’m not prepared for?
Watching my cum leak out of his hole and trail down his taint.
I press a hand to his lower back, folding him forward so that I can spread his cheeks and see it up close.
“Holy fuck .”
That flush runs all the way down his back when I run my fingers through it, collecting it along the tips, and stuff it right back into his hole.
Mac moans, clenching when I work my fingers in and out of his ass.
Like maybe he wants to keep it there as much as I want it to stay there.
“So fucking sexy, Vida.”