Chapter Twenty-One
Vandal
“I can feel you staring at me, woman.” It wasn’t creepy, but curious and amused.
I could practically feel her smirk as she watched me.
Shifting slightly on the narrow bed with one arm tucked behind my head and the other resting on her hip, her curves half draped across my body.
The narrow bed was small as fuck, but it meant her naked body stayed pressed against mine all night. “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong?”
I opened one eye to look at her and yeah, she was smirking. “You stare any longer and I might have to charge you for the view.”
Her laughter was soft and genuine, the sound sweet as it slid under my ribs. “Nothing’s wrong,” she sighed heavily. “But I do think we went to bed a little too early.”
“You do?”
“Mm-hmm.” She shifted, propping her chin in her hands so she could look at me. “I’m wide awake. And hungry.”
I laughed at the grouchy expression on her face. “There’s a kitchen,” I said. “We could go see what kind of leftovers were left behind. Or, if you’re feeling ambitious, we could cook something.”
The smile that lit up her face kicked me somewhere right behind the ribs, hard enough that my heart seized up.
It wasn’t just a gorgeous fucking smile, but it was that, but it was also easy.
And worry-free. Like the past twenty-four hours were nothing more than a bad dream.
I hated that she was forced to be so resilient but grateful she was.
“That sounds good,” she said with a soft huff of laughter, but it was colored with hesitation.
“What’s wrong, Mace?”
She sighed again, softly this time as her fingers traced idle patterns on my bare chest. “Nothing, I just…” she paused, letting the words trail off before she looked at me again through her lashes.
“I was thinking maybe we could satisfy another hunger first. I mean, if you want to?” Her finger slid down the center of my chest, only stopping where our bodies connected.
I didn’t answer, I couldn’t because all the blood in my body rushed to my cock and it swelled between us.
Instead of using words, I flipped us in one smooth motion, her squeal cut through the air as I pinned her beneath me.
The mattress squeaked in protest, forcing a breathless laugh from Macy.
“If I want to?” I repeated her words on a low growl.
She nodded slowly, her gaze bright with anticipation and amusement. “I wouldn’t want to force you into anything you don’t want.”
“You feel that, don’t you?”
She wiggled her hips beneath me, sliding side to side against my cock. Her eyes widened and then she licked her lips, nodding eagerly. “Not enough of it, but yeah, I feel it.”
“Good.” I slid her panties to the side because I didn’t want to wait another fucking minute to sink into her heat. “You want this?”
She shook her head. “I want you, Drew. Just you. Now.”
My cock twitched between us, making her smile. “Put my cock inside you, Mace.”
“You want me to?”
I nodded. And waited. Mostly patiently. “Don’t be shy.”
She heard the challenge in my voice and something like defiance flashed in her eyes. She reached between us, sliding her hand into my boxers and wrapping it around my cock. “Well,” she grinned, pumping my cock in short, hard strokes. “This is nice.”
“Nice?” I damn near choked on the word, pumping my hips into her hand. I let out a low hiss when she rubbed her thumb over the pre-cum at my cock head. “Fuck.”
She grinned, proud of herself. “We need to get you out of these.”
I quickly shoved the fucking fabric down until my cock was free. “Happy?”
She nodded. “Getting closer,” she answered on a harsh sigh as she brought my cock head to her plump pussy lips, sliding me up and down against her slit. “Fuck, why does that feel so good?”
In response, my hips bucked forward. “You’re soaked.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, sliding my cock between her folds until I dripped with her arousal. “So fucking soaked.” She gripped me tighter and held me at her entrance, digging her heels into my ass. “Give me the dick, Drew.”
I laughed and pushed forward until my cock head was buried in her hot, drenched pussy. “Fuck.” My jaw clenched tight at the feel of her, already pulsing around me. “Mace.”
“It’s okay, I won’t break. Give it to me, hard and fast.”
Those words unleashed something in me, and it was wild and dark, and so fucking close to making me lose control. I pulled my hips back until the cool air slapped my cock and then dove in, hard and fast, and so deep my vision blurred. “Fuck, Mace.”
“Perfect,” she purred. “Again,” she demanded.
What the fuck else could I do but give her what she wanted? The sounds she made drove me crazy, hitting me in my head and my cock at the same time so I was like a man possessed as I slammed into her hard and fast, fucking her so deep that I knew neither of us would ever recover.
“Yes, Drew!” she gasped as her back arched into me.
Those strangled noises were like a fucking siren song for my cock, luring me in to what I knew was certain danger.
Not physical danger, no, but the kind of danger I’d avoided all my life.
After losing this woman I was never the same, and now here she was, here I was buried so deep that I was at risk of losing a piece of myself. And worse? I didn’t give a damn.
I wanted the madness being with her inspired within me. Hell, I think I needed it. That was the only explanation for why I fucked her like our lives depended on it, hard and fast and reckless.
“Oh fuck!” she moaned, matching me stroke for stroke until her walls pulsed so hard around me, I knew she was close. When my thumb found her clit, her hips bucked up. “Yes, Drew. Fucking… yes!”
I smiled, torturing that little nub until she exploded like a goddamn rocket strapped with fireworks. “Come on, Mace. Come for me. My cock is waiting for you to come all over him.”
Her eyes widened before they fell shut and her lips tipped into a smile as she let go. “Drew… oh fuck!” She was incredible when she came apart, shattering in millions of pieces right before my eyes.
I couldn’t look away, could only keep pounding into her until my cock expanded and my spine tingled.
And then my orgasm slammed hard and I shot off, exploding like I hadn’t come in a decade.
“Macy, fuck!” The words left my mouth on a loud roar, and I shook until every drop of my come was buried deep inside her body. “Fuck.”
“Wow,” she sighed, her lips split into a wide smile. “It shouldn’t be that good. Right?”
Still heaving out breaths, I fell to the side and brought her on top of me, her pussy still dripped. “You think?”
“I mean,” she began with a slow smile. “I’ve had sex before. Decent sex but not particularly great.” Her gaze finally met mine. “But that? It was amazing.” She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Like really amazing.”
My chest swelled in a way that had nothing to do with ego, but with knowing that I was the one who’d put that look on her face. That husky tone in her voice. “You won’t hear me disagreeing,” I replied with a smirk. Even now, with my body still humming, I wanted her again. And again. And again.
Her stomach growled loudly.
Then mine answered.
We froze for about half a second before laughter burst out of us, the sound echoed off the walls until my sides ached and tears fell from Macy’s eyes. “I guess that answers that,” she said, using her fingers to swipe away the tears.
“Food,” I agreed, already getting to my feet. “Definitely food.”
We got dressed, still grinning like sex-drunk fools. We bumped into each other in the cramped space like we’d forgotten how small the room was. As we headed down the hall towards the kitchen, it struck me how familiar it all felt. Laughing. Teasing. Midnight snacks.
It was just like old times.
And for a little while longer, that was enough.