Close Quarters #2
Before I know it, my hips lift on their own, rolling up against him, chasing the friction. Mack meets my moves, grinding down on me. And that's when I feel the hard, thick line of him pressed against my thigh. He's so big.
Those sexy photos pop into my head, remembering the shocking girth of him. And, now, feeling the real thing, heavy and straining toward me, sends a fresh flood of slick between my legs.
I want to see it and taste it.
I need to lick every powerful inch.
"Please," I gasp, breaking the kiss. "I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you."
Mack goes still above me. A rough sound rolls out of his chest, low and wrecked.
"Fuck me." He pulls back to look down at me, his green eyes gone dark. "You can't say things like that."
"I mean it." I hold his gaze. "I want to."
That does it.
Mack pushes himself up off me and rises to his feet.
I stay on the couch, propped up on my elbows, watching the alpha strip down.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his gym shorts and boxers, shoves both of them down.
He slowly straightens back up, showing me every bare inch of his body, and every thought in my head vanishes all at once.
He's enormous.
Bigger than Nico, which I didn't think was possible. Thick enough that my fingers probably wouldn't come close to meeting around him. The whole shaft is flushed dark and leaking at the tip as it stands hard against his stomach.
I stare at him, my mouth watering, as a spike of nerves cuts through the want. There's no way that's going to fit in any part of my body.
But I’m willing to try…
Mack watches me drink in his size, then a slow, filthy smile spreads across his face.
"On your knees, princess," he growls softly. "Show me those manners your mama paid so much for."
Heat floods through me at his order, and I move.
I slide off the couch and sink down onto my knees on the floor in front of him.
The second I'm settled, he reaches down and fists the hem of my shirt, dragging it up and over my head in one pull.
It's gone before I can think about it, tossed somewhere behind me, leaving me in nothing but a pair of baggy shorts.
Mack looks down at me like he wants to devour me whole. "Look at you," he breathes, his eyes falling to my breasts. "You are the prettiest damn thing I've ever seen."
The praise pours through me, warm and syrupy, and my whole body responds to it. My nipples tighten, my thighs press together against the fresh rush of slick, and I have to fight the urge to preen under his gaze.
I've spent my whole life being told I wasn’t pretty enough, or sweet enough, or useful enough. But now, I have a house full of men who look at me like I'm the best thing they’ve ever laid eyes on, and I want to chase that feeling until I drown in it.
Lifting up on my knees, I wrap one hand around the base of Mack’s fat cock, and I can't even close my fingers. He's hot and heavy and pulsing against my palm, and I lean in and drag my tongue up the length of him, slow, from root to tip, the way Owen showed me.
Mack hisses out a breath, and I do it again, tracing the thick vein along the underside.
I take my time, lapping at every inch, before I close my lips over the head and suck, tasting the salt of him on my tongue. His hand comes down and finds my breast, thumb and finger closing over my nipple, pinching, and the sound I make around him is muffled and desperate.
Above me, Mack’s head tips back and a low sound rolls out of him. "Lyra," he says my name, his voice strained. "Yes. Please don't stop."
Excitement pours through me as I explore every inch of him with my mouth, lapping at the head, slipping my lips down his shaft, then I move lower, pressing my tongue flat against the soft, heavy weight of his balls.
He curses above me, his fingers tightening on my nipple, and I feel powerful in a way I've never felt in my life.
"So good." He slides his thumb along the stretched seam of my lips where they're wrapped around the first inch of his cock, feeling where he disappears into my mouth. "Now open up for me, princess. I want to see how much more you can take."
I nod the best I can, eager to please my alpha.
"Alright." He eases his cock out of my mouth, leaving my lips wet and tingling. His thumb strokes my cheek. "Open up for me as wide as you can."
I drop my jaw until the muscles stretch.
"Good. Now stick that pretty tongue all the way out.
" His voice has gone low and steady, coaching me through it.
I obey, laying my tongue flat over my bottom lip, and his eyes darken at the sight.
"That's it. Just like that." He slips the pad of his thumb down the tip of my tongue.
"Now, I want you to breathe through your nose for me, nice and slow.
However deep I go, you keep breathing. You got that? "
I nod again, holding position, my mouth open and waiting.
Mack's other hand slides into my hair, grabbing a handful so my head is held still. Then he feeds himself back between my lips, slowly pushing deeper than I've gone, and then deeper still. I feel the crown nudge the back of my throat and my eyes go wet.
"Good girl," he growls, then pushes a little bit more.
I gag around him.
The sound is wet and obscene, and I feel my body respond to it, slick pooling on the carpet beneath me. Mack moans like I've done something incredible.
"Fuck. That sound." His fist tightens in my hair. "Do that again."
He starts to move then, slow shallow rolls of his hips, feeding himself in and out, and I breathe through my nose and let him. His head falls back, the long line of his throat working, and I watch him starting to come undone above me and feel drunk on it.
This enormous, unbreakable man, coming apart because of me.
Then I feel the first swell of his knot beginning to thicken under my fingers.
Pride and heat rush through me all at once, and I take him deeper, gagging once again, greedy for more of those sounds.
And then, without any warning, Mack pulls out of my mouth entirely.
"Up!" he commands, and his hands close under my arms and haul me to my feet before I understand what's happening.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of the shorts and rips them down my legs.
I barely get one foot free before he grips me by the backs of my thighs and lifts me clean off the floor like I weigh nothing at all.
I grab his shoulders, gasping, as he hoists me up his body, forcing my thighs to drape over his broad shoulders. He walks forward, not stopping until my back finds the nearest wall, and he pins me there.
"My turn," he says, then buries his face between my legs.
I cry out as I slap one hand against the wall behind me.
His mouth is hot and relentless, his tongue sweeping through my slick before he finds my clit and closes his lips around it and sucks. His big hands grip my ass, holding me open, while he moans against me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.
"Mack." I fist both hands in his blond hair and hold on for my life. "Oh, God, Mack."
He flicks his tongue over my swollen clit, fast, then he sucks again, and the coil in my belly winds tight and tighter with every pass. He's commanding my body without words, devouring me all at once, and there's nothing for me to do but take it.
"That's it," he growls against my clit when my legs start to shake. "Come on my face, princess. Give it to me."
And I shatter.
An orgasm tears through me, white and total, and I clench down hard around nothing as I cover his face in slick. I scream his name, my thighs locking around his head, and Mack works me through every wave of it, licking and sucking until I'm a panting, boneless mess.
Mack waits for my legs to stop shaking, then he gentles his mouth as I come down, pressing soft kisses to the inside of my thigh.
Moving slowly, he eases me down his body, until he's cradling me against his chest in the middle of the living room.
My legs won't hold me, so he holds me instead, both arms banded around me, my bare skin against his.
He tips his forehead down to mine.
"Omega." His voice has gone rough and low and serious now, all the play burned out of it. "Can I fuck you? I need to have you."
I want to tell him yes please. That I’d love nothing more, but instead I reach up and fist a handful of his hair, dragging his mouth down to mine. I hold his eyes as I growl, "Mine."
Mack’s eyes flash with excitement then he carries me the few steps to the couch and sinks down onto it with me straddling his lap. I feel the thick, hot length of him settle against the curve of my ass, and my clit pulses at the feel of it.
He's so big, and I'm still so sore from last night, but I want this more than I have words for. I want him inside me. I want to belong to him the way I belong to Nico.
"Lift up, gorgeous." Mack lands two playful slaps to my hip. "Put me inside you."
Taking a deep breath, I do as he says, lifting slightly.