10. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Maisie
I t was half term and I officially had an entire week off university, for the first time ever I was beyond excited to have some time off. Usually I dreaded it as it was just extra time for me to stew in my own misery and loneliness.
But this time, I actually had plans, good plans with a beautiful man who was ready to spread his wings and enjoy life. I was so honoured to be a part of it, in truth the suggestion of the bucket list was a totally selfish one. I wanted to spend more time with him, he settled something inside of me. The wild child that needed to be out there gaining everybody's attention, whether that be good or bad. I hadn't felt that pull since I'd met Mack.
Today was the day that he was going to share that bucket list with me, the times we had met up so far we'd wanted to do without any pressure. Now that we were both more comfortable with each other, it was time to break out the big guns and see what was on that list. I must say, the anticipation was killing me. What would a twenty something year old man that hadn't experienced any of the usual teenage stuff put on his list? I was about to find out .
We spoke pretty much all day everyday, we chatted on the phone every night and for the first time in my life, I felt like I could just be myself. The Maisie I'm supposed to be, deep down inside I didn't want to be fighting for anybody's attention. I'd been so deeply deprived of it that I went looking for it all the wrong places, I knew that and I didn't want to do it anymore.
Mack was due here any minute and I had butterflies swirling in my tummy at just the thought of seeing him again. We had seen each other a few times now but that anticipation of being in his company again was just getting stronger each time.
A quiet knock sounded at the door and I bounded across the room so fast that I almost tripped over poor Milo who was enjoying his mid morning snooze on the rug in front of the door.
"Woops, sorry boy," he looked at me with those big soulful eyes and I swear to God he rolled his eyes at me. Wow, tough crowd.
I pulled open the door and there he was, my gentle giant, looking absolutely bloody gorgeous. He had on a pair of navy jeans, a light grey t-shirt which was stretched tightly across his body, highlighting his biceps bulging out of the sleeves. He had his backpack dangling from one hand and a folded piece of paper clutched in the other.
My gaze slowly moved up his body, checking out every inch, completely unashamed that I was quite obviously checking him out. I finally made my way up his strong chest to his chiselled jaw which had a slight stubble across it, his dirty blonde hair was a little damp as if he'd not long been out of the shower. But it was his eyes that captured and held my attention, he was looking at me so serenely. Patiently waiting for me to finish my appraisal of him.
"Good morning little flame," he muttered, that shy smile pulling at his lips.
"Hi muscles….come in, come in. How rude of me. Too busy checking out the goods," I smirked up at him and he let out a burst of laughter.
"Like what you see baby?" he asked. I loved it when he called me baby, it did something to my insides, screwed them all up tight before unravelling them again .
"Very much," I hesitantly moved into his space, leaning up on my tiptoes and attempting to reach him. He was too tall obviously but very quickly grasped what I was trying to do and bent his head down towards mine. I pressed a soft kiss on his cheek before lowering myself back to the ground.
I wasn't sure of the correct protocol, yes we had shared a few amazing kisses, but I wasn't sure what that made us now. I quickly changed course, I didn't want to make him feel pressured or uncomfortable.
"So Mackie boy, did you bring it?" gesturing to the folded up piece of paper in his hand.
"I did, here," he handed me the paper, a light blush spreading to the apples of his cheeks. Curious.
I sat down at my tiny dining room table and gestured for him to sit opposite me.
"Okie dokie then, let's have a little look here," I was going for nonchalant and unaffected but I was anything but. Just being in Mack's presence set my body ablaze. I wanted to run my tongue along his chiselled jaw and devour him. Okay so the confident promiscuous Maisie was still the real Maisie, I'd just been showing that side of me to the wrong people.
I unfolded Mack's bucket list and began to read it to myself, top of the list was to kiss me again. My heart, my poor old shattered and bruised heart wasn't going to survive this man. I quickly skimmed through the rest of the list. My gaze immediately froze on 'lose my virginity', I mean I kind of guessed that he was a virgin from the fact that he'd never been kissed but seeing it here written in thick black ink was bringing that realisation to light. I'd take it and run with it right this second if I didn't think I'd scare the poor bloke, he also deserved so much more than that. I raised my eyes slightly to look up at him, he looked so unsure of himself. He was sat rubbing at his jaw and staring up at the photos littering my walls.
"Okay, so most of this seems doable," I reached across the table to grab the red biro which was laying next to my shopping list. "Mind if I add a couple of my own?"
"Of course, this is our list. Not just mine." He nodded softly. I finished adding a few suggestions of my own and slid the list back towards him so he could see what I'd written.
His brow furrowed, he pulled the paper towards him before his face lit up in the most beautiful smile and he lifted his eyes to mine.
"I love that first one. Maisie … come here." He patted his knee.
I obeyed immediately as I moved around the table and settled myself onto his lap. He pulled me closer and wrapped one giant arm around my waist. The other hand moving up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before palming the back of my head and pulling my lips to his.
The kiss started off slowly, exploratory, gentle, considered. But very quickly the lust and passion blazed through us both and we began to completely devour each other. We were all tongues and lips and clashing teeth. He gently bit on my bottom lip and sucked it between his. Licking along the seam, tasting me. We were both breathless, pulling each others bodies impossibly closer. I wanted to crawl inside his clothes and live there.
His hands were on my face, before stroking them down my back, grabbing me by the hips and quickly flipping me around to straddle him. I could immediately feel his impressively hard length pushing against the seam of his jeans. I was wearing a flowy white skirt, which I shamelessly flipped up, placing my barely covered core directly above his dick. I ground against him gently as he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.
"Jesus Maisie," he breathed out. Hands firmly on my hips, helping me to move back and forward on his lap. Burning pleasure was coursing through my body as I threw my head back and ground against him harder. His mouth was immediately on my neck, pressing soft open mouthed kisses along my jaw before nibbling that spot beneath my ear. Goose bumps flashed across my flesh instantly.
"Mack…" I moaned.
"Yeah?" he replied breathlessly.
"Don't stop…."
"Okay …" he pulled me down harder against his shaft as my orgasm began to climb higher.
"Mack …..? "
"Yeah?" he was so turned on I could barely hear him, his words came out as a barely there whisper.
"Will you touch me?" He slowly pulled his head back from where he was nuzzling my neck, looking up into my eyes.
"You want me to?"
"I really really want you to," I grabbed his hands and placed them against my bare thighs.
He didn't need any further permission as he was unleashed like a wild animal who had been waiting for the hunt his entire life.
His hands smoothed their way up my thighs before reaching the apex of my legs. He expertly pressed a thumb to my clit over my g-string. How he done it so confidently I have no idea, for a man who had never done this before he seemed to know what he was doing.
I moaned loudly in his ear as his fingers began toying with the edge of my panties.
"Take them off baby," he growled.
I quickly stood, removed my panties and threw them across the room before clambering back onto Mack's lap. His hard cock pressing tightly against his zipper, it must be painful. He didn't seem to care though, he was solely focussed on me. His eyes currently glued to my dripping core which was pressed firmly against his jeans.
"Fuck, you're so wet." He told me before swiping a finger through my wetness and bringing it to his lips, instantly wrapping them around himself and sucking off my juices. His head tipped back on a groan, as if he was savouring the most delectable treat.
Fuck, I was going to combust.
"Fuck, that's hot."
He didn't say a word, just regained his focus on my core before inserting two thick fingers and rubbing them against my inner walls, instantly rewarding him with a rush of wetness. He used the other hand to rub small circles on my clit, two fingers slowly pumping inside of me. I was writhing and moaning on his lap. His heated gaze lifted to my face, seemingly checking in to see that I was okay, before he buried his face in my neck again .
He licked a path from my chin all the way to the tops of my breasts, making me shudder in his lap. Both of his hands were still working me, his pace quickening as he felt me getting closer and closer to release.
"Mack, I'm going to ….."
My words were cut off by Mack's mouth fusing to mine, he devoured me with his tongue whilst I exploded all over his fingers. Warmth spread from my core, down my arms and legs. Buzzing sounded in my ears, white lightening flashed behind my eyelids as Mack swallowed down my moans.
When I eventually came back to earth, Mack gently pulled himself from my body and licked my come from his fingers.
"Mmm, you're fucking delicious baby. So sweet." His words were relaxed, but his body was strung so tightly, the possibility of his muscles bursting through his t-shirt was a real danger.
I climbed off his lap and lowered gently to my knees in front of him. He was sat relaxed on my dining room chair, long legs spread wide as I made myself comfortable between his thighs.
I reached my hands up to his belt, before asking "Can I?" Mack looked from me, to his jeans and back again and gave me a silent nod. I quickly unbuckled his belt and zipper. He let out a quiet sigh of relief at the sudden release of pressure. I gestured for him to lift his hips so I could pull his jeans down just enough to release his hard cock from his boxers. He complied instantly.
"Maisie … you don't have to," his voice sounded pained, yet he was still intent on being a gentleman.
"I need it … Mack, I need you." He stared into my eyes for a second, checking for something. I wasn't sure what, nobody had ever looked at me like that before. With such care and kindness, checking I was comfortable before even considering the fact that he must be extremely uncomfortable.
I could see his hard length straining against his boxers, a small round wet patch already forming from his leaking pre cum.
I reached inside his boxers and freed his rock solid cock.
"Jesus Christ!" I all but bellowed.
"Fuck, what's wrong?" Mack began to sit up, looking around in panic.
"Oh, nothing the fuck is wrong. Believe me. It's just … fuck Mack, your cock is humongous!" I didn't give him a second to respond before leaning forward and swiping the bead of pre cum from his tip with my tongue.
"Fuck Maisie …" He was breathless already, barely holding on.
I took his tip into my mouth, using my tongue to stroke the underside of his giant head before taking him as far back into my throat as I could.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," Mack's hands were on my head. It almost felt like he was torn between pushing me away and dragging me closer.
"Maisie, I'm not going to last …." He sounded so pained, embarrassed, ashamed.
I slurped off his huge dick, barely having gotten half in my mouth before telling him.
"Mack, look at me please," He instantly obeyed, looking into my eyes with such pain.
"This is me. It's just you and me, this is your first time. Let go baby, just let go …." I placed a soft kiss on his inner thigh before reaching up and grabbing the base of his cock again, he was so thick my fingers couldn't touch all the way around him.
I took him back into my mouth and began moving swiftly up and down his hard shaft. Mack's hands returned to my head and his hips began to pump forward in rhythm with my strokes.
"Maisie, I'm… I'm coming." He tried to push me off of him, but I held strong. I wanted it. I wanted him.
His cock grew impossibly harder before he erupted into my mouth, I swallowed him down with greedy gulps. Pulse after pulse of hot come flooded my throat and his groan was so loud that I'm sure my neighbours could probably hear him through the walls.
I didn't care, as the stress left his body and he sagged against the chair in pure relief.
"That was …. that was ….." Shit, I'd turned him into a gibbering idiot. I stood and quickly sat back on his lap before pulling his face to mine. Pressing a kiss against his soft swollen lips.
"That was …. perfect," I told him. I meant it too. It had never felt like that for me before. It may not have lasted long but it meant something to me. I was honoured that I got to experience him first.
We were silent for long minutes, holding each other tightly before he huffed a small laugh.
"Well … that wasn't on the list. Damn well should have been though." We gazed into each others eyes, gentle satiated smiles on both of our faces before we both burst into laughter.
"Damn well should have been …" I whispered.