12. Macs #2
Sweet. Wet. Ready. I lap at her using my tongue, while moving her exactly where I want by steering her ass.
She’s pliant, going with whatever I desire.
Flicking my gaze up, I watch her face as I dip my tongue in and out.
She’s moaning, her fingers laced through my hair, and her perfect, fucking pink lips forming a subtle O shape.
Her body is sturdy, but she’s still a lightweight.
Lifting her weight, even with one hand, is easy.
She’s riding the waves of pleasure, and I don’t stop until I see her base leg buckle a little bit.
There’s not another option. I ease her gently up into my arms and bring her over to my bed.
“You’re not finished,” she squeals, her legs splayed wide, knees bent up into a W shape. Teala moves her hips up and down to show me exactly what she wants. “Hurry,” she whimpers.
I’m trying to, but the sight of her on my bed, hair fanning around her head like a halo, is enough to cause more than a pause in both my libido and my brain. What am I doing?
“Macs,” Teala whispers. Her voice draws me from my thoughts. She’s slid her hand in between her legs, and she’s working her clit with both her middle and her pointer finger—small, fast circles. “Come finish me off.” Her voice is pleading now.
I lick my lips and taste her. That’s what I’m doing.
“I’d say let’s sixty-nine, but I really want your undivided attention,” I say, crawling up between her thighs, kissing the inside of one and then the other before setting back to work.
I halt her hand, and she gets the message straight away.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl. I need a straw.
I suck her clit and slip a finger in to feel her tightness.
I’m lightheaded. All of the blood in my body has traveled to my dick.
“Another finger. Fuck me with two fingers,” Teala orders.
Her back is arching off the bed as I bring her closer to the brink. It’s a turn-on being with a woman who knows exactly what she needs to come. It makes my job easier. Gets us to the good stuff quicker. Except I want more time with her. I could stretch this on all night long if I had my way.
“Please,” she begs.
Her eyes are focused like lasers on me, and I give her what she wants.
I fuck her with two of my fingers while sucking her clit at the same tempo.
It doesn’t take her long once I’m double-teaming her tight pussy.
She comes, and it’s loud and powerful. Curse words mixed with praise and incoherent sentences escape from tired lips connected to a limp, well-pleasured body.
Leaving one finger inside her, I release my mouth. “You’re beautiful, Teala Smart.” And captivating, stunning, and mine. “How was that for you?” I ask, smiling at her through her legs.
Finally she tilts her head up to see me, grabs the pillow next to her, and puts it under her head. Through labored breaths she says, “I’ve been waiting for that for weeks. Mmm, that felt so good.”
I quirk a brow and slide my finger inside her a few times. She squirms, a happy, sated grin on her face.
“Weeks? You haven’t been with anyone else either?
” My hard-on is waiting and ready and even more excited at this revelation.
While I was skydiving, I came to the realization that part of the reason I was so upset with my behavior was that we didn’t really set any rules.
We’ve let this thing breathe on its own. There’s no one controlling it.
“You knew that,” she says, twirling the long parts of my hair in her fingers.
I like the way it feels. I swallow hard, remove my finger reluctantly, and kiss up her hard stomach, over her perfect tits, her neck, behind her ear, and finally, with the scent of her filling my senses, I kiss her lips. She squeaks out a sigh, and my heart leaps.
I can’t breathe for a second or two. I want to fuck her. My god, I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more. She sits up on her knees but is able to keep our lips connected.
“I’m going to finish what I started in the car now.”
A proclamation I won’t argue with.
Taking a mental step back from the edge, I exhale. Yes. This will work. I can deal with this crazed feeling if she’s making me come with one wet hole on her body. It may not be the one I crave, but it will do. For tonight.
“Suck. My. Dick,” I command, flashing my dimples her way.
“Like I have a choice when you ask me so nicely,” she replies, mock irritation lacing her words.
In response, I brush some of her hair back and twist the long, wet strands around my hand. She knows what comes next because she wets her lips. Good girl. I pull her head down and push her face onto my dick.
It won’t take long. Not that it would have taken that long earlier in the car, but now I have the taste of her pussy on my tongue and her ass in the air as she works those pretty fucking lips and tongue like a Jedi Master.
I’d usually try to hold myself back, try to impress a woman with my ability to hang on awhile, and try to convince her my stamina is the best of them.
“Fuck!” I hiss when she starts pumping her hand. It’s wet and warm, and her mouth is nirvana. I don’t care about holding out. I let myself think about everything that’s happening. I don’t mute the moment. I turn the volume up. I live in it so fully I can’t tell where I stop and her mouth begins.
She’s humming now, her hands cupping my balls gently. It’s a well-oiled process, and she stays steady because that’s the one thing men need to come. It’s pace. And hers is slamming. Teala has showmanship while she’s sucking cock. She doesn’t hate it.
I don’t even have to push the back of her head.
She swallows me all the way down in her furious pursuit of taking my pleasure.
She wants it for herself, and fuck, do I want to give it to her.
The sloshing noise of spit and fury surrounds me as her hand pumps, and I lose it.
With her hands on my balls, she pulls my length all the way to the back of her throat, and I let go, exploding down her throat in several hard, hot thrusts.
Eyes watering, she lets her gaze flick up to meet mine.
I don’t say anything. I just breathe, or rather try to catch my breath.
Slurping, Teala slides my dick out of her mouth.
It feels cold and bereft. She doesn’t take her eyes off mine as she licks her lips, swallows hard, and wipes the spit off her lips with her wet hand.
It’s an intimate moment that some could construe as awkward, but nothing about watching her is odd.
It’s something else entirely. I want to see more of her like this. Vulnerable.
“I don’t even know what to say after that.” My voice breaks. I swallow to correct it.
She shrugs, doesn’t smile, and heads to the bathroom, saying she needs to wash her hands. When she returns, I’m still kneeling in the same fucking spot, trying to figure out my next move. Our next move.
“You don’t have to look at me like that. There’s nothing wrong with you. My blow jobs are always the crowd pleaser.” She walks to her bag, still naked. She tries not to meet my eyes.
I frown. “I don’t want to think about you sucking some other dude’s dick right now,” I reply, grimacing. “You only suck my dick now.”
“Oh,” she says, turning her head to look at me. Her pretty face looks startled. “I guess I didn’t think about it that way.”
She wouldn’t. I wouldn’t either if I wasn’t going through some weird fucking hang-up over here.
She obviously has her head on straight. For the first time since she entered, I catch her looking around, her gaze landing on certain things in my room.
I approach her because I want her lips on mine.
She has other ideas because she walks up to one of my bags packed for our next trip.
“It’s huge,” she says. “Where are you going next?”
“It’s a dead hooker,” I reply.
Teala scrunches up her nose.
“That’s what the bag is called because you can fit a person in there.”
She laughs, but I can tell she’s waiting for an answer to her other question. “Why a hooker?”
I shrug. “We love sex?”
“Ah. I see.” She runs her hand over the dusty bag in the corner of my room and makes her way to the window.
“I deploy shortly to somewhere in the Middle East. These bags are for CQB,” I say and then decide to amend for the military newbie. “It’s where we practice clearing rooms using our guns and gear and stuff.”
She nods.
“It’s one of our longer, more important trips. Usually it’s two to three weeks.”
She asks another question about training and deployment, and I answer her honestly. We’re both naked, uninhibited by bare skin. It feels personal, and while I’m giving her all of these details about my real life, it almost feels like a violation.
She gets in my bed and pulls back the covers. “At least I don’t have to worry about your sheets being vagina juiced.” She laughs.
“They’re probably covered in more cu than the Playboy I had under my mattress as a teenager,” I retort.
She sighs in a contented whisper, calls me a liar, and lies down. I can’t help it. I get in next to her and prop my head on my hand while staring at her. She is this weird, new prop in my fucking bed.
“I hope you realize our date isn’t over yet. I need to assess your finger-fucking skills. No mouth,” she quips.
I’d almost say she was joking, but for the carnal appetite shining in her eyes.
“Ah, we’re just getting started,” I say. Just to make sure she knows I’m good on my word, I slip my hand in between her thighs and find her clit.
She opens for me, grinning.
With a quiet moan, she closes her eyes. “This has to be the best no-sex date I’ve ever had.”
It is the best date I’ve ever been on. I make her come again while watching her face. She likes when I stroke her G-spot and pinch her nipples. I like her hands and mouth more than I’ve ever liked anything else.
I excuse myself from my own bedroom to grab a couple of bottles of water from the fridge in the kitchen. I drink another beer instead, taking a moment to myself.
The newly painted walls seem to close in on me a touch. I’m rattled, terrified by whatever the fuck is happening between us. She calls my name in her sweet singsong voice and then asks if I can eat her out again—her nasty, perfect words ricocheting down the hallway.
And I forget to be scared about anything except the fact that I may not be able to come a third time in one afternoon.
Oh, the fucking horror.