Chapter 26
That was all the answer Barry needed to hear. “Good.” Barry lowered his head; Mac met him in the middle, her mouth instantly opening for his tongue.
They danced and dueled until Mac pulled away, taking in a lungful of air.
Barry took advantage, trailing kisses down the column of her neck, wanting to brand every inch of her skin.
So any man who looked at her would know she was his woman.
His to protect. His to touch, kiss, and make love to.
“I wanted to kill him for touching you.”
“I wanted to break every bone in her hand when she touched your arm,” Mac mumbled, her hands touching where Annabelle’s had been as if she could wipe away the touch.
Barry stepped back to unbutton his shirt and shucked it off. “Touch all of me.” He only wanted her hands on him. To feel her touch like a brand.
Mac’s eyes lit up in interest as she looked over his bare torso. Her hands came up, reaching for his pecs. Barry grabbed her wrists and kissed the back of each hand before placing them on his chest. Mac’s eyes focused on where she was touching him before looking up into his eyes.
“You’re the only woman I want to touch me.” Forever whispered through his mind.
He silenced the thought by gripping the back of her head with his right hand and pulling her close. Mac tilted her head back and opened for his probing tongue, her hands becoming trapped between them.
Barry pulled the hair tie from her messy bun, freeing her hair. He liked it down and loose around her shoulders. He could grip it and pull her head to the side, making it easier to nibble the skin behind her ear like he was now.
Mac made soft mewing noises that had his cock flaring to life and causing an indent in his shorts. He had to get inside of her.
Barry gathered Mac into his arms. He went to the front door to make sure it was locked before carrying her to the bedroom.
He set her on her feet at the foot of the bed and pulled her tank top over her head. Mac reached behind her to unhook her bra as Barry removed his shorts and boxers.
He took back over the task of removing her shorts and underwear. He dropped to his knees as he lowered them to the ground. Mac placed a hand on his shoulder to keep her balance as she stepped out of them.
Barry dropped the garments on the floor and skimmed his hands up the back up of her legs to the crook of her ass, pulling her close.
He took a deep inhale, breathing in her musky scent. Mac rubbed her thighs together. He knew once he opened them, she’d be dripping for him.
“Hold on to me.” Mac placed a hand on his shoulder again as he lifted her right foot and kissed the inside of her ankle up her calf to the inside of her thigh.
Barry draped her leg over his shoulder and flattened his tongue to glide over her slick folds, lapping up her juices before flicking his tongue against her bundle of nerves.
“Barry,” Mac panted, her leg shaking as she balanced on one leg to support herself.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, knowing full well she didn’t.
“You stop and I’ll kill you.”
“So violent.” He chuckled, resuming his task of making her come.
Barry inserted a finger into her snug canal as he swirled his tongue around her clit. Mac lifted and lowered herself onto his face as best she could, but it was proving difficult.
Barry pushed against her belly until she landed on her butt on the edge of the bed. He planted both of her feet on the frame of the bed, opening her pussy wide for him. He wedged his shoulders in between her thighs, keeping her splayed open for him.
Mac used the leverage from the frame to lift and lower her lower body into his strokes. He curled his fingers to drag across the front of her womb before sliding another finger inside as he licked and sucked her nub.
Mac bucked and came, screeching his name for the neighbors to hear. Barry didn’t ease the pressure until the last tremor faded, and only then did he remove his fingers and kiss his way up her middle.
Mac lay on the bed with her legs spread open and her hair tousled. Her head faced the side with her eyes closed. She almost looked asleep if not for the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
She was far from asleep; it just took her a moment to recuperate, and he knew just the way to help her along.
Barry shifted to her right nipple that was hard and on display as if telling him to take the berry tip into his mouth, so he did just that.
“Mm,” Mac hummed, rubbing her legs up and down the outside of his thighs.
With his right hand, Barry cupped her free breast, plucking and twisting the nipple into a small, pebbled bead.
“Barry,” Mac whispered his name, turning her head toward him.
Barry bit down on the nipple at the same time he thrust forward and sank his aching cock into her sheath.
Mac’s eyes popped open and her head came up, her mouth open on a silent scream as her knees tightened around him.
“Fuck, I love your pussy,” Barry mumbled against her hot skin, trailing kisses up to her chin as he rocked gently inside of her.
Mac’s hands came up around his neck, pulling his head toward hers and kissing him. Her ankles locked against the small of his back, pulling him into her.
“So tight.” Thrust. “So wet.”
“Fuck me, Barry,” Mac panted as if she couldn’t catch her breath.
“I am.”
“Harder.”
Barry stood up, planting his feet firmly on the ground and widening his stance.
“Your wish…” He gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed so her butt hung off the edge.
“Is my…” Barry pulled back until just the tip rested at her entrance.
“Command.” He thrust back in. The force glided Mac back up the bed.
He held her hips in a tight grip as he thrust into her, his pace hard and punishing as if chastising her for making him give this up over the past day.
Mac could do nothing but take his pace. Barry looked down and watched his cock drenched in her arousal disappear into her sex.
He closed his eyes at the feel of her tight pussy, squeezing him with every forward thrust. Mac rolled her hips, although she couldn’t move with his grip on her hips, as if trying to drag him closer.
Every thrust bounced her breasts toward her face then back down like a thundering wave on a raging sea.
He felt his balls tighten as sweat dotted his skin. Mac’s breaths were ragged, her head tossed and turned from side to side as she chased the storm with him.
“Touch yourself, make yourself come.”
Mac locked eyes with him and reached between her legs to stroke her clit as he fucked her. Barry’s hips snapped forward, trying to match her rhythm.
“Yes,” Mac cried as her walls closed around him, threatening to pull the orgasm from his balls. Barry pulled out as ropes of hot cum streamed from the tip and painted Mac’s stomach.
He leaned over her, bracing his hands on the bed as he tried to catch his breath. That had been too close. He hadn’t even thought about a condom. It wasn’t the first time, but it had to be the last, despite how good she felt being taken bare.
Barry stumbled to the bathroom to get a warm wet washcloth and cleaned himself off before returning to Mac.
She had managed to pull herself to the top of the bed so her head rested on a pillow. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was calmer, making it look like she was asleep. As soon as the cloth touched her skin, her eyes opened.
“Thanks,” she murmured.
“You’re welcome. I’ll be right back.” Barry tossed the cloth into the bathroom sink and went around the house, turning off lights before going back and sliding into the bed. Mac was on her side with her hands tucked under her chin until he laid on his back, inviting her to snuggle up to his chest.
Barry closed his eyes, absorbing the feel of Mac’s naked skin pressed against his. Life really couldn’t get any better than this. He closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to claim him.