84. Chapter Eighty-Four
Chapter Eighty-Four
Jordan
I’m already hard when I lock us inside my apartment, harder when Mac presses me back into the hardwood with his hands and lips all over me.
Blindly unclipping shit from my belt, I set my radio and holster on the table next to the door and cup his face once my hands are free.
His tongue slides along mine, taunting me with its talent as his fingers swiftly undo my pants.
“If I don’t get your dick in me somewhere , I might burst.”
Mac moans and nods, nipping at my lip. “Yes, that.”
Except he’s pulling my length free instead and dropping to his knees.
“Aw, fuck, Vida.”
He palms my cock, pulling from base to tip before burying me deep in his throat.
“ Oh, fuuuuuck .”
Washed out by toe-curling euphoria, I don’t catch him encouraging movement until he’s shoving my hips back only to pull me forward.
“You want—” I groan at the swallow around my crown, “— shit . You want me to fuck your face?”
The answering vibrations radiate up my shaft and settle into the swirl already tightening my abs.
Snagging his hair in both fists, I arch back, slipping my cock along his tongue until the tips meet.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Yes . Yes. Fuck my face, baby.”
A shiver prickles my hot skin when he licks his lips and I jolt forward, thrusting all the way to the back of his throat. Its slow and deep, each stroke cutting off his choked sounds. Blunt nails dig into my waist, pulling me closer, silently begging me to push farther.
My legs are already shaking when I palm the back of his head and tunnel into his throat until his nose is brushing my groin and his eyes water.
Not once does my man gag.
The moan that spills from his lips when I back off is downright filthy and has me popping his mouth off me to pull him to his feet.
“Bed. Now ,” he demands on a rasp before I can and a knowing tingle rushes over my skin.
Shucking off my clothes as I walk, I kneel on the bed naked and ready.
Mac’s hands smooth over my shoulders, the heat of him blanketing my back as he pushes. I go willingly, bending at the waist.
It feels … weird. To be on display like this, especially when I feel him drop behind me, his sight even with my exposed hole.
And yet … There’s not a single part of me that wants to shy away.
“Please tell me you have lube here.”
Nerves and excited flutters mix in my belly, and I nod, flattening to reach for the nightstand.
My fingers just graze the drawer’s knob when his hands grip my hips and yank me back up on all fours.
“Not yet.”
It’s all the warning he gives me before burying his face between my cheeks.
I yelp when hot wetness caresses my hole, jerking forward only to be pulled right back. Mac’s tongue works its way over me, circling around the puckered ring at a hypnotic pace that makes me dizzy. Then he’s adding enough pressure to drive me mad with want, my cock past the point of painfully hard as it hangs heavy between my thighs.
“Vida,” I pant and press back. “ More .”
Lips circling my hole, he hums and suckles, then spears his tongue right into the center. The tip plunges inside me and I cry out.
“Oh, God ,” I breathe and fist the sheets.
Mac works me open, thrusting his tongue in and out, stretching the tight muscle long enough that I’m panting, desperate, and leaking.
But then he’s pulling back and tapping my ass and I immediately miss the warmth of him.
“On your back, Tyro. I’m gonna watch you fall apart on my fingers.”
I scramble, flopping over so fast, I nearly roll right off the bed.
My chest is pumping when Mac settles between my spread knees, the smile on his face sinister and so damn sexy that I’m trembling.
He’s already naked. His cock in his palm. His sight leaving trails of undeniable heat all down my body until it reaches my cock and flares.
The head’s glistening with precum, practically pulsing with need, and purpling.
“Rimming? Check .”
I don’t get a chance to respond because he’s bending over me and wrapping his lips around my crown, suckling around the sensitive flesh.
“ Mac ,” I groan out, hips arching, following his retreat when he leans back. “Stop teasing me.”
His brow wings and his chuckle is dark.
It’s sexy and controlled as he leans over, fishing the brand-new bottle of lube from the nightstand and straightening.
I could get used to seeing this side of him.
There’s a glint in his eye as he slicks his fingers. A hint of mischief curling the corners of his lips when he runs them over my crease, finding my rim and swirling. I gasp and press down, chasing that feeling, wanting him to finally take that step so bad that I don’t care how desperate I look. How needy I appear.
I fucking am.
“You ever been edged before, Tyro?”
I shake my head, body arching into his touch. “ No . Please don’t. God, fuck, just being around you is like being on the cusp without falling off.”
The resounding chuckle tickles over my skin. “You accusing me of denying you?”
“Yes,” I hiss and his tongue swipes over my slit, my hips jolting after more. “Just— fuck —please, Vida.” The smirk splitting his face is smug. “ Please .”
An airy chuckle puffs over my cock at his closeness, his blown greenish eyes locking on mine.
Without a word, Mac lowers his mouth over my cock at the same time that swirling finger dips inside me.
“ Ffffuuuckkkk .”
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, having them both occur in tandem, and my brain short circuits with each inch Mac takes.
But when he curls that finger?
I see stars.
I’m so damn close to coming.
“ Mac ,” I plead and fist his hair. “Two. Two. ”
Drawing back, he licks at the underside of my head as he eases the second finger past the first ring of tight muscle.
There’s a slight burn. A stretch that’s unfamiliar and I wince.
“Talk to me, baby,” Mac murmurs, his voice shot. “How’s it feel with two?”
I nod, panting, and lick my lips. “It’s, um, good. Just kinda burns.”
He nods and pulls back, adding more lube.
“Just breathe. Relax. Watch me.”
Doing as he says, we lock eyes as those two thick fingers circle around the rim. He jerks me with the other, his tongue darting out to lick up the bead wetting the tip.
Slowly, his fingertips stretch me, the slickness of them just as hot as his mouth doing insane shit to my cock.
I’m so focused on the swirl of his tongue and the depth of his throat that I don’t realize he’s pushed past the final set of knuckles until his fist hits my ass.
The fullness has my cock pulsing, yet the burn keeps my orgasm at bay.
“So fuckin’ tight, baby.” Wiggling fingers make me shudder. “So good.”
I bite my lip.
“Gonna move, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Hey,” Mac says on a groan, and I meet his darkened gaze that’s swimming with something more than just lust. More than just desire. “You and me. Yeah?”
The breath I pull in is shaky, my heart stuttering as I nod.
Slowly, Mac pulls back, taking with him the uncomfortable burn and when he presses back inside, the sensation has changed.
And it’s good .
I moan and press down, taking the digits deeper.
“Fuck, it’s good,” I rumble on a pant.
He does it again and my back arches.
“There it is,” he rasps, his smile audible as he spreads my legs wider. “Fuck, that’s so damn hot watching your hole take my fingers, baby.”
My abs tighten.
He leans down to slurp up my cock, popping off with a husky laugh.
“Can’t wait to get my cock in here.”
He pumps harder. Faster. Curling those digits in all the right ways to have my lower belly swirling and my back bowing off the mattress.
“God, fuck. Mac .”
I’m gasping, my vision tunneling, my muscles tightening.
The pumps go short, the digits swiping over my prostate as Mac presses the pad of his thumb against my taint and I’m done for.
Gasping, I go rigid.
Toes curling.
Cock pulsing stream after stream onto my chest.
Hot wetness envelopes the head of me and I cry out as Mac captures the rest of my orgasm on his tongue.
It seems never ending with each pass of not just his devious mouth, but his fingers caressing that hot button inside me.
He’s swallowing me .
Holy fuck, he’s swallowing me.
Another wave has me rocking between his fingers and mouth, my vision nearly blacked out.
With abs even tighter and cries on my heaving breaths, my cock pulses against his tongue.
Mac. Mac. Mac .
“God … fucking fuck … coming again . Mac .”
He moans around me, taking every bit that I pump out as my ass clamps down on his digits.
I’m still leaking when he straightens, and I motion for him to come closer. “Bring it to me, Vida,” I pant out.
He shakes his head, straddles my thigh with his fingers still buried inside me and spits the mouthful of white onto his free palm.
Slicking my release over his shaft, he fucks his fist fast and hard.
That’s beyond fucking hot.
“Good ... fucking God .” He pants and trembles, stroking my insides in time with his strokes over his cock.
He stiffens, swollen lips dropping open as thick ropes of cum shoot across my stomach and chest, mixing with mine.
“ Shit, baby .”
Pumping the last bit of his release onto me, Mac finally slumps back on his haunches.
“Can I have my soul back?”
His brows pinch, still working to catch his breath. “What?”
“Y’know, since you sucked it outta my cock.”
He sputters out a laugh that I grin at and grip his wrist. Easing him from my body, there’s only a mild sense of discomfort, a slight pinch, as I sit up and claim his lips.
The taste of my release is strong on his tongue, turning me on all over again.
Or maybe it’s the man himself.
My cock attempts to rally but ends up just leaking limply on my thigh.
“You can’t have it back,” he mutters breathlessly and slants his forehead to mine.
The smile that crests my lips is languid and satisfied .
“Okay.”