Chapter 46
46
MAC
My cock was so hard I thought my zipper might snap under the pressure. Watching Penny come undone—watching her scream for me, beg for me—was my undoing. She was fucking perfect. Wild and stunning in every way.
Having her naked, sprawled out across my bar, flushed and glistening from the pleasure?
Nothing in my life had ever looked hotter.
I had no idea how I was going to work behind this bar again without getting hard at the memory of her body stretched out like that. She was wet, trembling, mine.
Penny didn’t break eye contact as she came. I told her to keep her eyes on me, and she obeyed like the good girl she was. My girl.
And God, did she wear that title well.
“I need you inside me, Mac. I don’t give a shit about first, second, third, or whatever fucking round,” Penny hissed, her voice still shaking, thick with need.
If me was what she wanted, then that’s what she would get.
I nodded once and helped her sit upright. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, her hair tousled and wild from the blindfold, her lips red and kiss-swollen.
Reaching behind the bar, I grabbed a bottle of her favorite tequila. I cupped her jaw, gripping her cheeks firmly until her mouth opened, those glossy lips parting just the way I liked.
I tilted her head back and poured a slow stream of liquor straight into her mouth.
She let it pool there before swallowing, her throat working as the liquid slid down in a smooth line. I dragged my hand down, fingers wrapping gently around her throat, savoring the feel of her pulse thundering beneath my palm. I took a swig from the same bottle, then pulled her forward by the neck and spit the second shot into her mouth.
She drank it with no hesitation, tongue slipping out to lick her lips, a little bit dribbling from the corner of her mouth.
Fuck.
I couldn’t hold back.
My mouth crashed into hers, messy and hungry and desperate. I reached behind her to release the cuffs, the metal clicking open just as she clung to me. Her fingers tangled in my hair, on my jaw—pulling me closer like she needed me to survive.
We kissed like we were trying to crawl inside each other, like nothing else mattered beyond this moment.
Still gripping her throat, I tore my mouth away to growl, “Get on your fucking knees.”
Penny hopped down from the bar like a woman on a mission, her smile so bright it was almost wicked. She dropped to her knees in front of me with that spark in her eye—the one that always drove me wild.
I stroked the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair as she looked up at me, wide-eyed and waiting. Her hands made quick work of my jeans, unbuttoning and pulling them down along with my briefs in one smooth motion.
My cock sprang free—aching and heavy.
She wrapped both hands around the shaft, slowly stroking, teasing me as her tongue flicked out to lick the tip. Just that first touch sent a bolt of heat shooting straight through me.
She lingered there, licking again before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking, slow and focused.
That move—the one where she pressed her tongue to the underside of my cock while she sucked—that was the one that made my knees threaten to give out every time.
Penny took me deeper, working me inch by inch until I was fully in her throat.
No gag. No waiting. Just pure, practiced pleasure as I pounded against the back of her throat. Even then, she wasn’t taking all of me.
Penny wasn’t lying when she joked about not having a gag reflex.
“That’s it,” I grunted, placing a hand on the back of her head, guiding her deeper. “You like my cock, baby?”
She answered with a muffled mmm, pulling back with a wet pop as my cock sprang from her lips.
Her eyes locked on mine, filled with heat and mischief.
As much as I loved seeing Penny on her knees—lips swollen, eyes full of fire—I was desperate to be buried deep between her legs.
She opened her mouth to take me again, but I gripped a fistful of her hair and hauled her to her feet. I pinned her against the bar, my hand cupping her jaw as I kicked off my pants.
Then I kissed her hard. So hard it stole the breath from her lungs.
She gasped against my mouth, and I took full advantage, slipping my tongue between her lips, claiming every part of her she offered. She met me without hesitation, her body arching into mine, her hands threading through the hair at the nape of my neck like she couldn’t get enough.
I lifted her effortlessly, guiding her onto the edge of the bar. Her back hit the cool surface, legs locking me in like she was made to take me.
Lining myself up, I shoved into her in one smooth, desperate stroke.
Her slick heat welcomed me, tight and pulsing around my cock like she’d been aching just as bad as I was.
“Yes,” she panted against my lips as I buried myself deeper. “Fuck, Mac, yes.”
She was clenched so tight I had to grit my teeth. My hand slammed down on the bar for leverage as I drove into her again. Her heels dug into my ass, holding me to her like she never wanted me to leave.
“Choke me,” she panted, grabbing my one hand with hers and bringing it up to her throat again.
The tattooed ink around her pretty neck stared back at me like it belonged in a fucking painting. She was a masterpiece.
“Touch yourself,” I growled. “Show me how bad you want it.”
Her hand flew between us, fingers finding her clit as I slowed my pace. I pulled out until only the tip of me remained inside her, then sank back in slowly, watching myself disappear inch by inch into her dripping heat.
“Faster,” I ordered, my voice ragged.
She obeyed instantly, circling her clit faster, her moans growing louder, more desperate. I picked up speed to match her rhythm, thrusting hard, our bodies slamming together with every movement.
Penny’s head fell back, her hair tumbling down her spine as she rode the edge of bliss. She rocked with me, matching every thrust, her whole body surrendering to the rhythm we’d built.
I was so fucking close.
Tension coiled tight at the base of my spine. Fire shot through my veins as the pressure peaked. I grunted, pulled out at the last second, and spilled across her stomach—hot, thick, and utterly spent.
My chest heaved as I leaned over her, panting, watching her body tremble beneath mine, still quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure.
We locked eyes, something unspoken and powerful passing between us. She reached up and touched my cheek—not with heat or urgency, but with something softer. Something deeper. Her fingertips brushed my skin in a gesture full of tenderness, and the faint smile on her lips held more meaning than a thousand words.
I loved her.
This—this—was what love truly felt like.
Penny Hudson wasn’t simply someone I loved. She was love, made flesh. Bright. Gentle. Fierce in the quietest of ways. She didn’t just take up space in my world—she was the world.