Chapter 3
Barry was calling himself ten kinds of stupid as he let Mac lead him away from the bar. She very well could be leading him to his demise; however, by the way she had looked him over, he didn’t think murder was on her mind, only something far more pleasurable.
Which hadn’t been his intention when he’d volunteered to come here.
Dr. Shane probably wouldn’t appreciate him seducing her younger sister.
Mac had to be several years younger than her.
She wasn’t in her twenties; she didn’t have that level of youthful face but one of maturity.
He’d guess early thirties, still younger than him but not by much.
That wasn’t to say he wasn’t a willing participant.
Mac was a beautiful woman. Nothing at all what he imagined Dr. Shane’s sister to look like even though the doc had shown him a picture of her before he’d left.
The picture hadn’t done her justice. Where the doc had dark brown hair, Mac’s was lighter, more golden as if it had streaks of blonde in it.
Their eye color was the same. A dark chocolate brown he could drown in.
They were of similar height, but that was where their similarities ended.
Mac’s coloring was darker, probably due to being in the sun all the time.
Her face was more angular and her nose smaller.
She was slightly taller and more athletically built. Working on a boat, it made sense.
Barry wasn’t exactly sure what a shark biologist did, but he was sure it was physically demanding. He’d ask her more about it later.
Mac led them to a small house just a half a mile from the bar. He could no longer hear the ocean, but he could smell it and taste it in the air. There were several rows of houses with giant palm trees in between them.
Mac unlocked the door but didn’t open it. She turned around to face him with a coy smile. “Scared yet?”
“Should I be?” he countered.
“It’s not too late to back out now.”
Barry stepped closer so his chest was pressed up against hers.
He heard Mac’s back hit the door. She was trapped between him and structure.
There was no chance of her escaping from him now, unless she said no and changed her mind.
In that case, he’d step away. He would never force himself on a woman.
“Not a chance.” Barry slowly lowered his head, giving Mac plenty of time to turn away if he was rushing things.
Mac didn’t wait for him to kiss her first. She reached up and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her lips.
She arched into him like a cat seeking a scratch.
Her breasts rubbed against his chest. They both wore a thin material, but it was still thick enough he couldn’t feel her nipples abrading his chest.
“We should take this inside.” Barry was all for making love to Mac, but he wasn’t into public nudity.
Mac reached blindly behind her for the doorknob, refusing to end the kiss. Barry wasn’t eager to let her go either. Her lips were soft and pliant. He licked along the seam, urging her to open just a little. She did, and his tongue darted inside, stroking along hers.
Mac groaned against his mouth; her fingers turned to claws at the back of his neck while he felt her other arm moving around.
Barry reached forward and grabbed the knob and pushed. They both tumbled inside, and Barry kicked the door shut with his foot.
Mac pushed back against him so it was his turn to be pressed against the door. Her hands stroked over his chest then down to the hem of his shirt. Barry assisted her getting the material over his arm and then over his head.
Her gaze traveled along his bare torso. He was still physically fit from his job, but his chest was dotted with various scars from over the years. Some he didn’t even remember where they’d come from anymore. They all seemed to blend together.
Barry’s head fell back as Mac’s hands came back up to continue the journey. She stroked over his pectorals then down to his abs. Her lips following right behind with butterfly kisses. His hand reached up and threaded through her hair, pulling her back up.
Her mouth opened to protest, and he took advantage and kissed her. Mac moaned against him and stepped closer to rub her chest over his as her hand reached between them to cup his cloth-covered groin.
“My, my…what do we have here?” Mac teased.
“If you have to ask, we have bigger problems.” He was impressed he could still joke around right now when all the blood was rushing from his head and straight down to a much bigger head at the moment.
Mac unsnapped his shorts with one hand and reached inside. “Bigger than this?” Her hand enclosed his length and gave him a squeeze.
It was Barry’s turn to moan. With only a few kisses and some petting, Mac had turned him into a panting imbecile who probably couldn’t string two sentences together at the moment. “Fuck,” was all he managed to get out as Mac worked him like a pro.
It was like she had reached inside his brain and knew exactly how to touch him. Not too hard or soft, just the right amount of pressure.
As amazing as it felt, Barry knew if he let her keep going, he was going to blow in her hand—and he had no intention of doing that.
Barry carefully extracted her hand from his cock. “Did you not enjoy that?” Mac asked, her eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. A look of sadness in her eyes.
“I did, but I want to do this now.” He pressed his pelvis forward and spun them around so she was back against the door.
Barry claimed her lips in a fiery kiss as his hand cupped her breast. They were less than a handful which didn’t bother him. Some guys were boobs or ass men. He didn’t care either way. He noted she wasn’t wearing a bra though. Barry groped and tweaked her nipple to a hard pebble.
Mac hiked one of her legs around his hip, tilting her groin against his, and started grinding up and down against his bulge. With his shorts open, the tip of his cock peeked out. Precum leaked from the tip, smearing under his naval.
Barry pulled his hips back to reach between them and tunneled his fingers into her shorts under the waistband and underwear. Her heat immediately engulfed him. Juices coated his fingers before he plunged two inside of her tight canal.
“Yes,” Mac screeched, bucking against his fingers like a bull rider.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he panted as he drove his fingers in and out of her like he planned to use his cock in a moment. His thumb circled her knub of pleasure and had the leg around his waist quaking.
“Barry, please,” Mac groaned, her hands digging into his chest as if she were holding on for dear life.
Barry knew what she wanted. He wanted it too. Barry removed his fingers, licking them clean before dropping to his knees to pull her shorts and underwear down. Mac kicked them away when they were down to her ankles.
Barry started to rise, his hands coasting along her strong, smooth legs when the smell of her musk hit him like a ten-ton brick. He couldn’t resist. Just a taste.
Barry leaned forward and buried his face between her legs, licking her from ass to clit.
Now this was what Barry loved. Eating a woman out.
There was no sweeter taste in the world.
The taste of a woman’s musky essence on his tongue.
Feeling her writhe for him. The shaking of her body before she climaxed and her juices coated his throat.
“Barry…oh my…so go…” He had reduced her to a mumbling woman who couldn’t speak much as she had done him a few minutes ago.
Her legs opened wider, and one of her hands came down to grip the top of his head as he licked her. His tongue dipped and swirled around her clit until he felt her shaking.
“I’m going to…” Again, she couldn’t finish her sentence, and then he felt her break. Her sex pulsed around his tongue and juices flowed into his mouth like a waterfall.
Barry licked her clean then rose to his feet, pushing his shorts and boxers down to his ankles and kicking them away.
Mac lay panting against the door as if she were already exhausted, but he could see the energy in her eyes. She was ready for more.
Barry stepped between her splayed legs and gripped the back of one of her thighs, lifting it over his hips and driving inside in one thrust.
Every forward thrust pushed Mac into the door. The sound of the metal rattling could be heard in competition to their breathing. Barry released his grip on her thigh to place at her lower back to prevent Mac from bruising.
Mac wrapped her arms behind his neck and hoisted herself up, wrapping both of her legs around his waist. Mac’s chest rubbed against Barry’s bare chest, but once again, he couldn’t feel it.
It was a situation he planned to rectify immediately. Using his hips to keep her pinned to the door, Barry tugged the tank top straps from her shoulders and pushed the material down to her waist.
Mac lowered each arm at a time to assist him. Her breasts swung up and down to his powerful strokes. Barry watched transfixed before lowering his head to take one of the pearls into his mouth.
Mac’s sex quivered around his cock. She liked her breasts being played with, so he kept doing it. Licking her nipples, the same as he had her clit. Swirling and dipping then pulling back on them with his front teeth before releasing them and doing it again.
Mac gripped both sides of his face and pulled him up to her lips. It was her tongue this time that thrust into his mouth, taking over. Her tongue sought his, gliding along it. Pulling it into her mouth to nip down on it.
“Shit,” he cursed, feeling his control start to snap. It had been a few months since his last lover, and Mac had a way of stealing all of his control. He could already feel his balls tingling, signaling his impending release. He didn’t want to go without Mac though.
Barry pressed Mac further into the door, grinning at the rattling of the doorframe threatening to break against their fucking. He wondered if anyone outside walking down the street could hear them. Not that it would stop him. This was the most animalist fucking he’d ever had.
Sure, he had taken home lovers from the bar, but they’d made love on a bed or the couch. Never just against the door. There was something primal about it. He liked it.
Clutching her butt cheeks, Barry pistoned his hips forward and backward. The perfect glide through her slick canal. He buried his head in the hollow between her neck and shoulder, licking and nipping the tendon of her neck.
Mac’s inner muscles clamped around his cock. She was going to come and not a moment too soon. He was only a few strokes from the end himself. He bit down on the cord of her neck as Mac convulsed around him, triggering his own climax.
Ropes of cum spurted from the tip. It felt never-ending. He had never climaxed like that before. His legs shook, threatening to buckle under him, but he managed to keep himself upright and lower Mac to her feet.