Chapter 25
MAC
Istretch out next to Fee on my bed. “As nice as it is to hang out with our friends, I’m glad I finally have you to myself.”
“Same. Showing off your new hoodie was nice and all, but I’m kind of done sharing your attention tonight.” Fee runs her fingers through my hair and pulls my mouth to hers.
We get lost in the kiss, soft tongues exploring, hands in PG places. But I can’t stop thinking about last night, especially when she makes a plaintive sound and presses her hips into mine.
I break the kiss, breath coming in quick pants. “I made you a promise.”
Her tongue drags across her bottom lip. “You did.”
“I’d like to keep it now.” I trace the contour of her face.
Her breath leaves her in a rush. “Yes, please.”
“Do you trust me to take good care of you, Ophelia?” I ask as I slip my hand under her shirt.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I know you will.”
I skim her ribs, and her shirt bunches at my wrist as I expose her stomach.
She raises her hands over her head, and I tug her shirt off, tossing it aside as I reveal the lush swell of her soft breasts.
I trace the edge of the cups, watching goose bumps rise along her skin.
Her nipples pebble under the thin fabric and I brush one with my thumb.
“Oh fuck.” She arches into my touch.
“Is that a good oh fuck?”
She nods. “Please do more of that.”
I bend to press a kiss to her clavicle.
“Oh! Wait!”
I pull back.
“Can I take your shirt off, too?” Fee's expression is adorably hopeful.
“You want to ogle me?” I tease.
Her eyebrow quirks. “Uh yeah, hands down I do.”
“Good. I love your eyes on me.”
“I love my eyes on you, too.” She slips her warm fingers under my shirt and pulls the fabric over my head.
She bites her lip and makes a low sound in the back of throat, running her hand over my chest. “You should never wear a shirt.”
“Might be awkward at family dinners.”
“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward.” Her eyes light up. “You can take my bra off, too, so we match.”
“Soon, but I don’t want to rush this.” I cup her cheek and kiss her again.
Our hands explore bare skin and I revel in the softness of her touch. Like it’s what I’ve been waiting for, she’s exactly what I need, crave, want. Eventually I break the kiss and work my way down her throat, loving every sweet sigh and quiet moan.
I kiss along the edge of her bra, feeling for the clasp, but there isn’t one.
“You have to pull it over my head if you want to take it off,” Fee explains.
I slide two fingers under the buttery soft fabric, eyes lifting as I skim the underside of her breast. At the same time, I drop my head and suck her fabric-covered nipple.
She gasps and threads her fingers through my hair. I sweep over the spot with my thumb and tug the fabric down to expose her nipple, covering the tight peak with my mouth. Then I gently suck.
“Oh God.” She rolls her hips, fingers tightening in my hair.
“Do you like that, Ophelia?”
She shivers and nods.
“Should I do it again?”
“Please,” she whispers.
I swirl my tongue around the tight bud and follow with purposeful suction.
Her eyes flutter closed, and a gorgeous moan tumbles from her lips.
I leave open-mouthed kisses on her skin as I move to the other breast.
“You can use teeth,” she murmurs breathlessly.
My eyes flip to hers.
“If you want,” she tacks on, chest heaving with every panted breath.
I kiss her warm skin. “What I want is to make you feel good.”
She shivers and lightly skims my cheek. “Then use teeth, please.”
I bite my way gently over the swell, covering her nipple with my mouth while I thumb the other. This time, when I swirl my tongue, I bite gently.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Fee moans, nails dragging down my scalp.
I shift and settle in the cradle of her hips, my erection pressing against her through layers of fabric.
“Do you want me to touch more of you?” I ask between kisses.
“Please yes.” She runs her hands up and down my back and rolls her hips. “I want your hands on me.”
“Tell me where,” I demand as I kiss her chin and the corner of her mouth.
“Between my thighs.” She bites her lips, cheeks flushed pink.
I roll to the side and squeeze her hip before I slip my hand between her legs. Resting my palm on the inside of her thigh, I coast up until my index finger meets the seam. I sweep my thumb back and forth over the crest of her pubic bone. “Over or under?”
“Is that a trick question?”
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. "Why would you think that?”
“Under, Mac. Definitely under.”
“Just making sure." I pop the button on her jeans and tug the zipper down, eyes on hers as I dip beneath the waistband of her panties. We’re both breathing heavily, the air electric with anticipation and desire.
I slide my hand into her panties and she parts her legs, lip caught between her teeth as I glide over slick skin.
“Oh God.” She swivels her hips.
“I need to make you come again,” I groan. “It’s all I can fucking think about.”
“Me, too.” Her gaze drops to where my hand disappears into her panties. “I couldn’t focus on anything anyone said downstairs.”
“I fucked my hand this morning to the memory of your moans in my ear,” I confess as I circle her clit, applying gentle steady pressure, loving the way her eyes soften. She sighs when I ease a single finger inside her.
I curl, searching for the spot that will make her moan my name.
She gasps and her nails dig into my shoulder.
“Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”
Her eyes flare. “Yes. So much. And your filthy mouth, I like that too. Please don’t stop either.”
“Not until you come for me.” I prop myself on my elbow, changing the angle as I add a second finger.
“You feel so good.” I dip down to kiss her.
“You’re so soft, so sweet and pretty.” I suck her bottom lip.
“I want to feel you clench around my fingers. I want my name a moan on your lips.” I curl my fingers again.
“Oh my God, Mac.”
“That’s it, Fee. That’s what I want to hear. Let’s see if I can make it happen again.” I stroke inside her, thumb circling her clit, and she whimpers my name, a full-body shudder running through her.
And then she clenches around my fingers, body quaking as she comes for me, exactly how I hoped she would.
She melts into the bed, body loose and relaxed. “Wow.” I grin. “Feel good?” I slowly ease my hand out of her panties.
“So much better than good.” She curves her palm around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to hers. “That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve come that fast…like ever. Not even with the help of my battery-operated friends.”
She pushes me back when I try to fit myself between her legs again. “It’s my turn and I want you on your back.”
I roll over and she straddles my hips, pants still unbuttoned, lush breasts bouncing as she settles her hands on my chest. “Can I touch you now?”
“Yeah.” The single word is all gravel.
She slides up, resting her fabric-covered pussy over my aching cock. Fee leans down, long hair brushing my skin as she kisses me softly. “What do you want me to touch you with, Mac?”
“Your hands, please.”
She grins and bites her lip. “Over or under?”
“Trick question?”
Her eyes spark with mirth. “Only if you want it to be.”
I give her back her words. “Under, definitely under.”
“Love that answer.” She shimmies back so she can pop the button on my jeans and drag the zipper down.
Anticipation makes my cock kick behind my fly. Fee takes her time, dipping a finger under the waistband of my boxer briefs. She grazes the head and I groan at the featherlight contact. And then she slips her hand inside, eyes widening as she circles my length and frees me from the fabric.
Her eyebrows pop. “Mac.”
“Yeah?” I lick my lips, eyes darting between her delicate hand, with pretty team-color-painted nails, fisting my cock, and her face.
She looks…shocked maybe?
“This.” She side-eyes my erection.
“Is my cock,” I finish for her. “And it looks real good with your pretty fingers wrapped around it.”
“Oh my God, Mac.” She throws her head back and laughs.
“Seriously.” I widen my eyes. “I’m a really big fan.”
“You cock is huge.”
“Your hands are small.”
She gives it a squeeze. “Really substantial.”
“Like high average.”
“I know what average looks like and this isn’t that.”
I growl.
Her eyes heat and spark. “Oooh, I like that sound.”
“I don’t want to know about the other dicks you’ve seen, Ophelia.”
“The internet is full of dick pics, Mac. Guys love to show off their business and yours is well beyond boyfriend dick.” She strokes me as she leans down, lips brushing over mine. “I look forward to choking on it when you’re ready to fill my mouth.”
“Fuck, Fee.” I slide my hand into her hair and curl into the strands to keep her close.
She smiles deviously. “I hope so, one day, when we’re both ready.”
Her hand moves over me in a steady rhythm, thumb sweeping the head, her nipples brushing my chest, lips whispering over mine until I’m pulsing in her hand, and coming all over my abs.
She grabs tissues from the nightstand to clean up the mess and then crosses to the bathroom—we each have our own, thank God, because sharing with Gage would not be ideal under these circumstances—and returns with a warm washcloth.
I tug her back into bed with me. “You gonna let me cuddle you to sleep now?”
“Stop reading my mind.” She yawns and snuggles into my side. “Tell me about those posters on your wall.” She flings a hand toward the bathroom and presses her nose against my neck.
“They’re cool, right? There’s an artist on campus who puts them up every month. I started collecting them a while ago because I like the style, and then I realized they’re pretty rare and they have this huge following on social media,” I explain.
“Do you follow them?” she asks.
“Yeah.” But under my other profile. The one I use for my secret hobby. “Maybe they're in your class.”
“Maybe.” She kisses my neck and turns, pulling my arm over her.
I tuck my knees into the backs of hers, big spoon to her little, and press my lips to her shoulder as I curve my arm around her waist. She laces our fingers and kisses the back of my knuckles.
I could definitely get used to this.