Chapter 12 #2
Not Barry. He was letting her do whatever she wanted to him even though he no doubt just wanted to lift her up and impale her on his cock, chasing the storm until he emptied his balls.
The thought made her sex clench. She wasn’t sure if she had the will power not to do that herself. The man had a beautiful cock that filled her to capacity. Only the thought of wanting to taste him and see how far she could push him urged her to continue.
Mac reached his belly button, then the start of his happy trail. The tip of his cock bumped against her chin. Ignoring it she darted out her tongue and swiped around his waistline, tasting his salty cum along the way to his hip bone.
Mac heard Barry move and a moment later felt his hands on the back of her calves, stroking up and down.
“I said keep them up.” She tsked, lifting her head and glaring at him.
“And if I don’t?” he challenged, his hands still moving up and down. Now getting closer to her up-turned ass in the air.
“No more dessert.” It was an empty threat. She couldn’t walk away from him like this. Barry didn’t need to know that though.
His hands went back up on either side of his head, though he didn’t look happy about it.
Mac decided it was time to end her teasing and get to the main course, the reward for his good behavior.
She slowly peeled back the elastic from his waistband; Barry lifted his hips to help her pull them down to the middle of his thighs.
His cock shot up like a jack-in-the-box, reaching out to her. The tip was ruddy red with liquid weeping from the tip. Mac released his underwear and wrapped one hand around his hot, steely, engorged cock.
It flexed in her light grip, and she gave it a tentative squeeze.
“Harder,” Barry groaned, arching his hips into her grip.
Mac closed her hand tighter around his cock and stroked him up and down. His hips rose and fell like the waves upon the shore, setting a rhythm as old as time.
More cum leaked from his tip, coating her fingers in sticky essence. Mac lowered her head and opened her mouth to swallow the head.
It was a wide fit, stretching her mouth to the point of pain. She lowered her head down further on his length, closing off her airway until the tip tickled the back of her throat, before she backed off and took a deep breath.
“Oh fuck, Mac,” Barry groaned, his hand coming down on the back of her head.
She didn’t bother correcting him for lowering his hands as she worked him. Licking his musky essence as quickly as it was forming before she would take him to the back of her throat, then backing off to swirl her tongue around the mushroom head.
Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock as her head lifted and lowered with the same pace as her hand had on its own.
Her free hand slid down further between his legs to cup his balls and roll them between her fingers as she continued to bob up and down.
The hand on the back of her head began to shake as Barry thrust up into her mouth, harder and faster, no longer following a rhythm but simply seeking his completion. He was getting close. She wanted him to come. To feel him lose control under her as she often did for him.
She redoubled her efforts, squeezing her hand around his base tighter and taking him as deep into her mouth as she could.
“I’m going to come.” Barry tried to pull back on her head to release him, but she refused to yield. Some didn’t like the taste of cum in their mouth, but she liked it.
Mac kept up the frenzied pace until Barry’s body froze, and he gritted his teeth before hot ropes of cum shot into her mouth.
She swallowed him down as he poured everything into her.
Her hands stilled and just her mouth continued to suck him as a leisurely pace until he slumped on the bed in a boneless heap.
Mac released him and crawled up to his side, lying down next to him with her head in the crook of his arm and her hand over his chest. She could feel his heartbeat was still rapid and his breathing was still harsh.
“You killed me.” It almost sounded accusatory, but she took it as a compliment.
“It’s only fair; it’s how you always leave me after I orgasm.”
“Hmm.” His thumb rubbed slow circles against the small of her back as his prosthetic arm rested across his stomach.
Mac took Barry’s bionic hand and studied. It was the first time she had really looked at it up close. It wasn’t that she was afraid of it, but she hadn’t paid it much attention until now.
It had a fleshy skin tone color and moved just like his regular hand. He could open and close it, and she never heard the mechanics inside. It lacked the hair on the back of his fingers and his arm, and it always felt cold and hard from the metal underneath.
“Having fun petting me?”
“I’m admiring this actually. This is incredible work,” she mused, running her fingers over it.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” She honestly hadn’t met many people with prosthetic limbs.
Anyone on the island missing limbs was usually due to shark attacks or boating accidents, and they never replaced limbs; most just went along without.
This looked like something out of a science fiction movie.
She almost expected it to open up and reveal a weapon or something.
“It’s a special design that’s why.”
“My sister makes prosthetics but nothing like this.” Emma was a rehabber in Vegas who specialized in prosthetics and helping people adjust to them. She’d always had a passion for helping others. It was the same passion Mac had for helping sharks. They were so similar and yet never saw eye-to-eye.
“Oh yeah?”
“Why is yours so different?”
“Because I asked for it to be.”
“For the function or the look?” He didn’t seem vain to need it to look real to blend in, so there had to be a reason.
“Mainly for function. I tried the hook ones but didn’t care for it.” He lifted the hand up and closed it into a fist before opening it again.
Mac had seen those before. They had two prong metal hooks at the end.
There was another researcher that visited the island during the migration who had one.
He would switch it out when diving but changed it back when on land.
The hook one was a bit off-putting to her. It looked like it could hurt someone.
“Does it bother you?” he questioned; there was a hesitation in his voice, though she could tell he was trying to sound more casual.
Mac took his hand back into hers. “Not at all. I honestly forget sometimes it’s not real. It moves just like any other hand.”
“That’s the point.” He kissed her temple before shifting to the side to get out of bed.
“Where are you going?” Was he leaving already? Had she upset him with her questions about his arm?
“I was going to lock up.” He froze as if a thought came to him. “Unless you want me to leave.”
Mac should tell him to go before she got attached. But she already enjoyed sleeping cuddled up to him. She shouldn’t get used to it, and yet, she wanted to enjoy it as long as it lasted. “No, I want you to stay.”
“Then I will.”
Mac snuggled into bed and felt her eyes drifting shut and sleep pulling her into its dark, murky depths.