MACKENZIE
Mackenzie
“Ren! That’s dirty!” I tried closing my legs, feeling a little exposed. Talking about my panties at dinner was one thing, this was something else.
“We can get dirtier, trust me.” He pushed my legs back open and drew circles and swirls. His touch was light, too light. Not teasing, just not enough. I squirmed, like I was chasing his fingertips, trying to catch more friction.
“Ren!” I finally snapped.
“Ooo, demanding. I like it.” He increased the pressure, but it still was not enough. I arched my back and tried to thrust my hips, but his palm held me still. He slipped a finger beneath the fabric, but it was more of the same. If he’d just stay in one place… There, right there. I groaned in frustration. I slid my own hand under the fabric, just to catch his fingers and keep them in one place.
He grabbed my fingers and put them right on my clit and then removed his hands. I started to withdraw, but he held my wrist in place.
“Fuck. Don’t stop. I want to burn this image into my brain.”
I picked my head up to look at him. He was on his knees, between my legs, his palm on one thigh, holding my legs open.
“Rub your clit, Mackenzie.”
My name. Complete and perfect. Hearing him say it made me moan.
“I said don’t stop. I want to know what you look like when you make yourself come.”
I slid my finger lower, covering it with slick, before circling my clit again.
“Let me picture it,” his voice was rough. “Dinner is taking too long. All the angry flirting. You excuse yourself. All polite, with manners. But you’re not alone in the ladies' room.”
I held my breath as he created a fantasy for me.
“You’re not alone, and it doesn’t matter. You’re going to make yourself come for me. In the stall, against the wall. You pull up your dress, hold it with your teeth, so nothing happens to it.”
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, seeing the image he was painting.
“You put one foot on the toilet.” He bent my leg and pushed it up. The empty ache screamed. Without thought, I pushed two fingers into myself. “Perfect. You know I want Justice’s panties soaked.”
I moaned at that.
“Shhh. You’re not alone, remember? No one knows the state you’re in. How badly you need to come.”
I bit my lip and whimpered.
“Hmmm. Is Mackenzie the kind of girl who has to come now, so she can come more later? Or does she force herself to wait and be all frustrated?”
“Now.”
“You have to be quiet about it, Mackenzie. Keep going, just like that. Make sure his panties are wet enough.”
I press hard on my clit with tight circles.
“I’m sitting like a good boy at the table waiting for you, Mackenzie. What do you think Justice will say when I tell him what you’re doing?”
I slap a hand over my mouth to hold in the scream. He lets me clamp my legs together as I come hard, the explosion almost too intense as it ripples through me.
“When you come back to the table, will you let me lick your fingers clean?” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me upright, his hand supporting my back. He watched me intently as he brought my fingers to his lips. I snatched my hand back and gave him my tongue instead. He tasted like his scent, dark and spicy. It made my whole mouth tingle.
I pulled my tongue from him long enough to say, “Fuck me, Ren.”
His eyes danced all over my face. Like he had all the time in the world to examine my eyelashes, admire the tip of my nose, like he was memorizing how I looked. Like he was never going to see me again.
My throat got tight. All this would end. I needed to know. I needed to know what he felt like inside me. So I could remember.
“Now,” I panted. His hands briefly left me to undo his belt. I bent to the left and dragged that funny shaped pillow closer and draped myself over it.
“Fuck.” He said on a growl.
Instantly, all thoughts melted away, leaving only him and need. Desperate need. I scrambled to pull my sundress up and out of the way. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, and wiggled to get them off.
He grabbed my hands and batted them away, smoothing my underwear back into place.
“I said we were going to drench his panties.”
I looked back over my shoulder as he yanked the fabric aside, and settled just the tip of his cock to me. I rested my forehead on the floor and just breathed, every part of me alive and waiting for him. He pushed slowly, like he knew my body needed a moment to memorize every ridge and contour, how his hands felt on me. That aching empty feeling that was always there, always desperate, always screaming, sighed and opened, like it knew this was finally it.
He moved slowly at first, tempting that emptiness, keeping it, keeping me on the verge of everything. And then faster, with my name on his lips again and again. He planted a hand on the floor next to me, his nails digging into it. I wanted more of him in me. I pushed up on to my elbows. He growled my name now. Faster and harder. Nails digging into me now like he needed more of me. I started to come but it wasn’t that explosion that burst from my core and wiped everything away. It started in my fingertips, and collapsed inwards, and dragged all of me, all of him, right to the center of who I was. And I was his.
He brought me upright, both arms around me, still moving with hard little thrusts. I reached my arm up and back, my hand finding his face and bringing his lips to my neck.
The need spoke for me. Not like a separate thing, something outside myself. The need was me, all of me. “Knot.”
He pulled back, like he was unsure, but my body followed his, wanting no space between us. I widened my legs, my hand trailing down my body. I felt his knot with my fingertips, it was tight to my body. His hand joined mine, fingers intermingled, fighting with the fabric of my panties, like we both wanted to savor this in every way possible.
“Mackenzie,” he breathed into me.
I scrambled for his other hand, putting two of his fingers in my mouth. I needed him in me, in all ways, his voice in my ear, everything, filling me with him as my body took his knot.
Now, I was complete.
I let go and let waves of pleasure, him, fill me, fill every space, every bit of me. Making me more than me.
And he didn’t go, he didn’t move away and complain about this part, the waiting for the knot to release part. He… he reveled in it. His hands touched me everywhere, stroking my thighs, cupping my breasts, kissing my neck, like this, this forced connection was the best part.
He moved his hands to my hips and rotated them just slightly. My eyes popped wide. His knot was still huge, locking us together, but the slight friction sent sparks flying through my body.
“Fuck,” the curse bursting from me as I shifted my hips more, jerking in his arms.
“Precious.” His voice was heavy. “Hm. I like that one. I’m going to need you to come again. Precious.”
I squirmed in his hold, delicious wet sounds coming from our joined bodies as I moved. His fingers circled my clit.
“I need my cum deep in you, Mackenzie.”
I turned in his arms as much as I could, seeking out his tongue to fill me too. His fingers pressed harder, his hips bucked, matching mine, like this was too much and not enough for him too. He tore his lips from me to curse, going rigid as he filled me, finally filled me. His pleasure poured into me, becoming mine. My eyes fluttered. The last thing I felt was his hand on my neck and my name on his lips.
My eyes fluttered again, and we were on our sides. That terrible moment of disconnection lessened by his mouth on mine. He was purring now. A smile of satisfaction played on my lips. To make an alpha purr was heaven.
We stayed like that until our skin cooled and our breathing was normal. Ren rolled me onto my back and placed the sweetest, gentlest kiss on my lips. He reached over me for something and dragged that blankie from one of the vendor stalls over my body. The fuzziness made me shiver.
He moved between my legs, pushing them wide again. I almost protested that I couldn’t handle anymore. He dried my thighs and stomach from all the slick and carefully, gently, put my panties back correctly, running a soothing knuckle up and down the fabric right between my legs. Then he pulled the hem of my sundress down, and closed my legs, like that was only for him and not the rest of the world to enjoy.
With strong arms he lifted me to sitting and cradled me between his legs. He adjusted the cups of my bra back into place, smoothed down the top of my dress and made sure the straps were in the right place. He combed his fingers through my hair, like I was… precious.
“We have a bit of a problem, several, actually.” Ren’s voice was steady and calm.
“Okay.” I breathed deep, and straightened.
“This vendor space will open to the public soon. We probably should not be fucking on their equipment when they get here.”
I brushed my hair back and looked around. Oh. Shit. All of… that… had just happened in public.
“Second.” There was almost a snarl in his voice. “I have to meet with someone on the ship. It is the last place I want to be.”
“Of course,” I said evenly.
“Third…” His eyes raked over me with the most wicked smile.
“What?”
“I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to make it through my day knowing you’re walking around in Justice’s panties that I thoroughly drenched.”
I blushed and ducked my head, but gentle fingers pinched my chin and brought my head back up.
“If you tell me to stay, I will.”
“You have things to do.” I insisted.
He picked me up in his arms and moved us off the little platform of the pillow company. When he put me on my feet, he held tight, like he wasn’t sure I was able to stand.
“Precious.” He said one last time.
“That was, uh…” I licked my lips. “Are all flings like that?”
“No.”
He didn’t elaborate or say something witty and funny. There was a serious edge to his voice that I didn’t understand.
“Tell me to stay, Mackenzie,” he whispered.
“You have to be somewhere. It’s fine, really.” His jaw ticked, but he nodded.
He led me out of the showroom, pausing to peel off a few bills for the blankie that we’d used. As we walked down the hall, a group of three betas brushed past us, their arms full of boxes and supplies for their vendor booth. My cheeks were probably bright red.
At the elevator back, he asked, “up or down.”
“Up. I’m going to sit by the pool.”
He pushed the button for me. He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed my palm. He turned abruptly and stalked away, like if he didn’t go now, he never would.