Chapter 36 Mac
36
MAC
The second the door slammed shut, I dropped Penny to her feet. She landed with a soft thud, barely catching her balance before her hands were in my hair and her mouth crashed into mine.
No words. No hesitation.
I devoured her like she was oxygen and I’d been suffocating. Our mouths met in a kiss that was starved and reckless, all tongue and teeth and desperation. It was the kind of kiss that tasted like everything we’d never said, like time lost and weeks wasted.
I gripped her waist, fingers digging in as if I could anchor her to me. One backward step and she dragged me with her, her palms cupping my jaw, keeping me close as she opened for me.
My tongue slid past her lips, finding hers like it belonged there because it did. We moved together like a melody we’d never forgotten, like the rhythm of us had never skipped a beat.
There was no fear. No doubt.
Just need.
Heavy, soul-deep, bone-shaking need.
The room filled with the sound of our ragged breathing, her body pressed so tightly to mine that I could feel the thump of her heartbeat echoing against my chest.
I slid my hands lower, palms coasting over the curve of her ass, lifting her in one swift motion. She jumped willingly, legs wrapping around my waist like second nature.
My whole body thrummed, electric with want. It coursed through me, thick and hot and endless.
Penny’s lips moved against mine, her tongue tracing the edge of my bottom lip as I carried her across the room. Each step was a thud of boot on hardwood until I pressed her back against the wall. The force rattled the picture frame above her head, but she didn’t flinch.
She smiled.
“You’re my undoing, Pen,” I muttered, my breath ragged against her mouth.
She gave a low hum of approval that vibrated straight through me.
I pulled back just enough to breathe, to look at her. Her chest rose and fell in sync with mine, her lips kiss-swollen and parted, cheeks flushed pink and trailing down her chest in the most distracting way. Her shirt clung to her curves, and the heat in her eyes nearly leveled me.
God, she was beautiful.
A wicked smirk tugged at my lips as I stepped back and gently set her on her feet. She wobbled slightly, and her eyes dropped—zeroing in on the thick press of my cock against my jeans.
“See what you do to me, Trouble?” I rasped, dragging my palm over the front of my jeans. “You on that damn bull…”
I shook my head, needing space but already hating the distance. “The way you rode it. All I could think about was you on top of me, moving like that.”
Penny’s jaw had slackened, those gorgeous brown eyes wide, glassy, like she was seeing me—really seeing me. Her mouth parted, but she didn’t speak.
“And then,” I growled, stepping back into her space, “watching every guy in that bar eye-fuck you like they wanted the same thing I did…”
I reached out and wrapped my hand gently but firmly around her throat, just enough to make sure her attention never strayed. Her pulse fluttered beneath my fingers, and her eyes darkened.
“Over. My. Dead. Fucking. Body.”
That glimmer of challenge sparked in her gaze, lighting her up like a fuse. Her lids lowered, sultry and slow, and she bit her bottom lip hard enough that it made my cock twitch.
Then, with that slight head tilt that always drove me wild, she asked, voice breathy and full of defiance.
“And what makes you think I’m yours to claim like that?”
“In every fucking universe, every alternate dimension, you are mine, Penelope. My heart beats for you.”
My soul was hers.
“You don’t understand the effect you have on me,” I murmured, leaning in until our lips brushed, just a whisper of contact, a promise of more.
Then I kissed her again—slow, deep, claiming. She melted into it, her body softening like she’d been holding her breath for weeks and finally exhaled.
Her fingers curled into my shirt. Her mouth opened beneath mine. And for a long, charged second, it felt like we were the only two people on earth.
She was the one who finally pulled back. My hand slid from her throat, giving her space even though every nerve in my body screamed to keep her close.
“I never had any intention of going home with anyone else,” she confessed.
Those words hit me like a punch to the gut—and lower. My cock throbbed behind my zipper, already hard, already aching. She had no idea how deep that truth cut, or how badly I needed to hear it.
Or maybe she did.
Because in that moment, everything between us was left bare. No more pretending. No more slow burns. Just fire, about to rage out of control.
I snapped.
I was going to wreck her in the way she needed. In the way only I could.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered, voice gravel thick. “I need you naked and needy for my cock.”
The softness in her eyes sharpened, turning devilish. She was all in.
She started with her boots, pulling them off with deliberate slowness, the heavy thud of them hitting the floor sounding like thunder in my veins.
Then, without breaking eye contact, she reached for the hem of her shirt and peeled it over her head. Her bra—black lace, nearly see-through—did nothing to hide the hard peaks of her nipples. The silver glint of her piercings teased me, mocked me. My mouth watered.
I leaned forward slightly, tongue running along my lower lip. Jesus.
She reached behind her to undo the clasp, but I raised a finger. “No. Leave it on. For me.”
She dropped her hands with a smirk and moved to her shorts. Her fingers played at the button, then popped it open with a slow, sultry tease. She shimmied out of them, hips swaying, dragging the denim down inch by torturous inch before kicking them aside.
My girl.
Still in her bra and panties, Penny stood proud—powerful and fucking divine.
I turned the nearest dining chair, dropping into it like a king on a throne. Spreading my legs wide, I crooked a finger.
“Come here.”
She walked over, stopping just short, waiting like a good girl for her next command.
God, I loved this game.
I’d loved being at her mercy, but this? This was different. This was her trusting me to take the lead. And the control, the power of it, rushed through my veins like lightning.
I tapped my thigh, watching the way her eyes darkened at the sound of a tap. “Come on, Pen,” I said with a wicked grin. “Take a seat on Daddy’s lap.”
She rolled her eyes, a breathy laugh escaping her lips—but then she moved, stepping in close, straddling me.
Her thighs bracketed my hips, and she sank down, her center landing right on top of my cock with a pressure that made me groan. Through the thin barrier of our clothes, I could feel her heat, her slick arousal already soaking through her panties.
She rolled her hips once. Slow. Deliberate. My hands flexed against her, fingers digging into her skin.
“You’re playing with fire,” I warned, voice low and rough.
“Good,” she whispered, leaning in to trail her lips along my jaw. “I want to burn.”
Fuck me.
She kissed just below my ear, her breath hot, her hips moving in tight, lazy circles. I was seconds from combusting. Every grind sent a jolt of pleasure straight through my spine. I could feel the wet heat of her through my jeans.
“Penny…” I growled, my head falling back against the chair as she rocked her hips again, her lace-covered center dragging against my hard length. “You keep that up, and I’m going to come in my damn jeans like a teenager, again.”
She gave a breathless laugh, but her eyes were molten.
“You think I haven’t thought about this?” she said, nipping at my lip. “Thought about riding you like this? Making you beg?”
“Christ,” I breathed, snapping my head forward and kissing her again. This time it was wild. Open-mouthed, tongues tangled, teeth clashing. Raw. Messy. Perfect.
My hands slid up her back, finding the clasp of her bra. “Last warning,” I said, against her lips. “I take this off, I’m not stopping until you scream.”
Penny’s eyes flared, her lips curving. “Do it.”
The clasp snapped open with one flick, and I pulled the lace from her shoulders, letting it fall between us. My breath caught.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
The piercings teased me, her nipples tight and begging for my mouth. I bent forward, wrapping one arm around her back while the other came up to cup her breast. My thumb brushed over the peak and she gasped, arching into my hand.
Then I sucked one into my mouth.
She let out a strangled moan, fingers threading through my hair, holding me close as I licked and sucked and flicked over the metal until she was panting, trembling against me.
I moved to the other, giving it the same attention, while my hand slid between us, trailing down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.
The moment my fingers touched her, I groaned. “So fucking wet, Pen.”
“Only for you,” she breathed, rocking into my hand.
I teased her, then pressed one finger inside her, watching her eyes flutter shut as she gasped. Her hips rolled against my hand, needing more.
“I could watch you like this forever,” I said, adding a second finger, curling them just right. Her walls clenched, her breath coming faster, sweat breaking across her skin.
Her forehead fell to mine, lips brushing. “Mac…”
That whisper? That need in her voice? It undid me.
I stood, lifting her effortlessly in my arms, her legs still wrapped around my waist, and strode to the bed, leaving a trail of heat and urgency in our wake.
“I’m not stopping until you forget every man who’s ever looked at you tonight,” I said, pushing through the sliding door. “And until you remember exactly who you belong to.”
She tightened her grip on me, lips at my ear, voice wrecked with desire.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I tossed her onto the bed, and Penny let out a breathless, high-pitched laugh that sent a rush straight to my groin.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows to watch me with those dark, wicked eyes.
It was my turn to strip for her.
I wasn’t one for theatrics. No slow tease or dramatic flair like she’d given me. I kicked off my boots, then reached behind my neck and pulled my shirt over my head in one fluid motion.
Her eyes tracked every inch of me like she was memorizing it all over again—starting at my chest, lingering on the tattoos she’d traced so many nights before, until her gaze dropped lower.
With deliberate care, I undid my belt. The metal buckle clinked softly as I slid it free and let the leather glide through my belt loops. I held it in one hand, letting it dangle for a second, running my palm slowly along the worn strap.
A thought took shape.
Judging by the sly, knowing curl of Penny’s lips, she knew exactly what I was thinking.
Without hesitation, she sat up straight and held her hands out in front of her. “Tie me up.”
I chuckled, low and rough in my throat. “Not so fast.”
If I were using this belt, there would be more to it than a simple binding.
Gripping it in one hand, I stalked toward her, stopping at the edge of the bed. I bent down until we were eye to eye. “Do you trust me?”
Her answer came without pause. She nodded and lowered her hands, her lips parted slightly with anticipation.
“Good. Then stand up,” I ordered, stepping back. “Bend over the bedframe.”
Penny rose and stepped off the bed, gliding toward the end where she folded at the waist, laying her upper body across the wooden frame. Her toes barely touched the ground, her ass raised perfectly in the air. She was an offering I didn’t deserve but would take anyway.
“Good girl,” I murmured, my voice thick as I approached her from behind.
My first order of business: get those damn panties off.
Looping the belt over my neck to free my hands, I slid my thumbs into the waistband and dragged them down her legs, slow and purposeful. When they pooled at her feet, I picked them up and tucked them into my back pocket.
For safekeeping, of course.
I dropped a trail of soft kisses along the curve of her backside. Her skin trembled under my mouth, goosebumps forming beneath each press of my lips. I knew her ass wouldn’t be thanking me after what I had planned.
Straightening, I slid the belt from around my neck and wrapped it loosely in my hands.
“Now, Pen,” I said, letting her name roll off my tongue like a promise. “There are rules.”
She hummed in acknowledgment, already breathless.
“One, you don’t move. If you sit up or try to stop me, there will be punishment.” I ran my palm over the curve of her ass, circling gently, admiring the view. “Two, I want to hear you. Loud. No one else is here, I need you to scream for me.”
“And if I don’t?” she asked, her voice laced with that signature Penny sass.
I smirked. “You’re a smart girl.”
I grabbed her ass, watching the way it bounced beneath my hand, and let out a quiet growl of approval. “Three, if it’s too much, you use our word. Do you remember it?”
Penny laughed, bold and unbothered. “Mercy.”
“Good girl,” I said, tracing the belt slowly along the dip of her lower back. “Stop won’t work tonight. If you want mercy, you’ll have to beg for it.”
She was mine now—bent, waiting—and I planned to give her everything she didn’t even know she craved.
I let the belt slide from my hand and rest it gently on her back in a warning, a promise, a weight she could feel.
“Count for me,” I said, stepping in closer, my hand already twitching with anticipation.
She didn’t look back. Just gave the smallest nod, bracing her forearms against the bed, her back arched beautifully.
I brought the belt down—firm, sharp, not cruel. The sound cracked through the room, followed by a soft gasp.
“One,” she breathed.
I bit back a groan. Her voice, her body, and everything about her begged me to lose control. But not yet. I was going to make this last.
Another strike. Her skin warmed and bloomed with color.
“Two.”
Each number made my blood roar louder in my ears. She was unraveling in front of me bit by bit, and I was the only one allowed to see her like this.
I gave her two more. I reached my hand down, soothing between each, letting her feel the contrast—pleasure, pain, worship.
“Three… four.”
She was squirming now, her thighs pressing together, trying to relieve the pressure building between them.
“Pen,” I warned, voice low.
“Sorry,” she whispered, her hips stilling.
I smirked and gave her the fifth, just a little harder.
“Five,” she moaned.
“Mm-hmm.” I leaned over her, my chest brushing her back as I reached around and cupped one breast, teasing her nipples. “You sound so sweet when you’re obedient.”
She let out a whimper and pushed back against me, seeking more contact.
I tossed the belt to the floor. She’d had enough of that for now. My hand smoothed down her spine, slow and reverent, before slipping between her legs.
“Dripping,” I murmured against the shell of her ear. “You like being my good girl, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation, breath shaky.
I slipped a finger inside her— slow, deep. She clenched around me instantly.
Then another.
And another.
She cried out as I worked her perfect pussy. I grinned, curling my fingers just right as I whispered, “That’s it. Let go for me.”
I worked her with deliberate rhythm, using my other hand to grip her hip and keep her steady. She was trembling beneath my body, still pressed against her back, every moan a drug that pushed me closer to my edge.
When she came, she shattered—back arched, voice echoing off the walls as her body clamped around my fingers.
“That’s it, scream my name. Who’s making you come, Penelope?”
“Fuck, Mac!”
With one more shove, her body collapsed.
I pulled out gently, licking her release from my knuckles as I stepped back.
“You’re not done,” I said. “Not even close.”
With a light slap to her ass, I helped her stand, then lifted her.
Her legs dangled over my arms, her grip around my neck as her lips sought mine with a desperate hunger.
I carried her to the bed and laid her down in the center, spreading her out like a gift.
My knees hit the mattress, and I leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her lips, then her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach.
When I looked up, she was staring at me, pupils blown, lips parted, skin flushed and glistening.
“Ride or die, right?” I said, my voice rough.
“Every damn time,” she whispered.
And then I showed her just how far I was willing to go.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my jeans, watching her eyes widen as I shoved them down, followed by my boxers. My cock sprang free, thick and painfully hard, already slick at the tip from how worked up she had me.
Penny’s gaze locked on it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips like she was starving for me.
“You want this?” I asked, voice low, jaw clenched as I crawled over her.
Her legs parted on instinct, inviting me in.
“I always wanted you,” she whispered, breathless. “Only you.”
I groaned, positioning myself between her thighs, one hand braced by her head while the other guided me to her entrance. I dragged my tip through her wetness, just enough to tease, to make her squirm and curse under her breath.
“Mac,” she warned, hips bucking.
I pushed in an inch, then pulled out.
Her eyes snapped open, pleading. “Please.”
That word from her lips? Fuck.
With one thrust, I buried myself deep. Stretching her. Filling her completely.
We both gasped—like we’d just come up for air after drowning.
“Goddamn,” I growled, holding still as her walls clenched around me. “You feel like heaven, Pen.”
She clutched at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as I pulled back and thrust again. Harder. Deeper. Setting a rhythm that had the bedframe knocking the wall behind us with every movement.
Penny met every thrust with a roll of her hips, her body clinging to mine like she was made to take me. Our breaths came out ragged, heavy, the room thick with heat and want.
“You’re mine,” I said through gritted teeth, eyes locked on hers.
“Yours,” she panted, voice wrecked with need.
I lowered my mouth to her chest, pulling one pierced nipple into my mouth and sucking hard, feeling her shudder beneath me.
She was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled, the way she held her breath before each moan escaped.
“Come for me again,” I demanded, biting her gently before kissing up to her mouth. “Let go, Trouble.”
She arched beneath me, body tensing. Her hands fisted in the sheets as her orgasm ripped through her, raw and beautiful. She cried out my name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
That did it.
I slammed into her once, twice more, before I came hard, growling into her neck as I spilled inside her, every muscle locked tight, holding onto her like I’d never let go.
We stayed tangled, skin to skin, our hearts thudding in perfect sync.
She cupped my cheek, brushing her thumb across the stubble there.
“I never stopped wanting you,” she whispered.
My throat closed around the lump her words pulled up.
“Good,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Because I’ve never once stopped being yours.”