Chapter 40
MAC
“Why in the world is Gage’s closet so big?
It’s like passing through a portal to Narnia.
” Fee glances over her shoulder one last time before we disappear into my bedroom.
“How will he deal with another human being basically in his personal space? And not just any human being, his sister’s best friend?
” She grabs me by the shoulders. “All that separates them is a thin closet door, Mac. She’ll be able to hear everything he does. ”
“Let’s not talk about that,” I suggest as I close my door. I don’t want to think about Gage’s habits, or what he might or might not be able to do with a quasi-roommate.
“Yeah. You’re right. Let’s not. But things must have been bad if this seems like a good option.”
“I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s okay, and we can talk about this later.” Much later. Like maybe never.
“That’s an excellent plan.” Fee grabs the front of my shirt and pulls my mouth to hers.
I groan at the feel of her lips, at how soft and sweet she is, at how good it feels to finally touch her again.
She disconnects us and I frown.
“We should put music on, just in case I can’t manage my volume,” she explains.
“I absolutely do not want you to temper your enthusiasm.” I cue up one of our favorite playlists on my phone while Fee pulls her hoodie over her head along with her bralette. I get caught up in how gorgeous she looks, standing in my room, shirtless.
“Mac.” Fee snaps her fingers.
My gaze flips up.
“Got lost in the high beams, huh?”
We both laugh and I yank my own hoodie and T-shirt over my head. Fee sighs.
We wrap our arms around each other, making matching contented sounds.
I love it when we’re skin to skin like this.
We help each other out of the rest of our clothes and I pull the sheets back.
Fee climbs in, rolling onto her stomach, perfect lush ass on display as she buries her face in my pillow. “I missed the smell of your bed.”
I climb up after her and stretch out on top of her, my erection nestled in the crack of her ass. “You mean you missed the smell of me.”
“And the feel,” she sighs.
“Me, too. So much.” I kiss her shoulder and do a push-up, so she can flip over.
We adjust our legs so I can settle in the cradle of her hips.
“I want to take my time tonight, Ophelia.” I kiss the edge of her jaw.
“First, I want to make you come.” I roll my hips.
“I think I'll start with my fingers, because I miss how soft you are under my touch.”
She moans and hooks her leg over my hip. “God, I missed your mouth.”
“I should make you come with that, too, then.” I suck her bottom lip.
“I would love that, a lot.” She slides her hands into my hair, nails scraping gently against my scalp.
“And then I’m going to love you.” I stroke inside her mouth. “Slow at first.” I roll my hips again. “And then hard and deep.”
“I really, really missed your pretty, dirty mouth.” Fee drags her nails down my back.
“I'll do my best not to give you another reason to miss it,” I roll to the side and cup between her legs, pressing my palm against her already swollen clit.
She sighs in contentment, her fingers drifting down my cheek. “Tell me how I feel.”
I capture her clit between my fingers. “So soft.” I glide lower. “And wet.” I ease a finger inside. “And mine.”
She pulls my mouth back to hers on a sweet moan.
I stroke inside her, finding the spot that makes her nails prick my skin and her hips swivel.
I break the kiss when I sense she’s getting close so I can watch her unravel for me.
And then I kiss a path down her body and lick her until she’s moaning my name.
By the time I’m done, I’m practically feral for her, desperate to be inside her. She kisses me fiercely, just as needy, and pushes on my shoulder. I roll onto my back and Fee straddles my hips, tongue searching my mouth as she glides over my length.
“We could go bare.” Her eyes search mine. “I’m on the pill and my period was last week. But no pressure, only if you want.”
She has an alarm set to take it every night before bed. If ever there was a safe time, it’s now. “I might not last long,” I warn. But I want the closeness with her. To be inside her with no barriers between us.
“That’s okay, we have all night, and sleep is for losers.” Her fingers drift along the edge of my jaw, her eyes soft and sincere. “But seriously, Mac, I'll understand if you’d rather use a condom.”
“What if we start without one? For like a minute? Just to see what I can handle?”
“If it’s too much, we’ll stop.” She sits back, ass resting on my thighs as she grips my erection and strokes me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur as I take her in, naked and mine and perfect.
“So are you.” She rises, dragging the head over her clit. I drop my gaze, mesmerized as the head disappears inside her.
And then the sensation hits me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “Fuck, Ophelia.” I curve my hands around her knees so I don’t grip her hips and sheath myself inside her.
“That’s what I’m doing,” she teases.
Every nerve ending lights up as she lowers herself an inch at a time. “You’re so fucking warm and soft and wet and tight,” I groan. And now I fucking know. The hype is real. Sex without a condom is different.
When her ass hits my thighs, I sit up and wrap my arms around her, curving my hands over the tops of her shoulders to keep her still. “Ophelia.” I nuzzle into her neck. “What are you doing to me?”
“I don’t know,” she whimpers, hands in my hair. “I didn’t know it would be this good.”
I pull back, cupping her face in my hands. “You’ve never gone bare?”
She swallows thickly then shakes her head.
“Good,” I growl. “My cock will be the only one you ever feel like this.”
She shudders. “God, I love it when you get all caveman possessive on me.”
“Tell me how it feels, Ophelia.” I tenderly grip her chin in my palm. “Use your pretty, dirty words.”
She clenches around me and I almost lose it.
“I'm so full of hot, thick cock.”
“My thick cock, you’re so full of my thick cock,” I correct.
“Oh God.” She shudders and her nails bite into my shoulders then climb back into my hair. “I’m stuffed full of your cock.”
“That’s my girl.” I kiss her chin, her lips. “I’m going to move you, but you’re going to let me set the pace. I need this to last, and I need to make you come.”
“I’ve already come.”
“Not on my bare cock.”
“Oh my God, okay. But you won’t have to work very hard if you keep talking like that.”
I grip her waist and kiss her softly, then rock her back and forth.
Her eyes flare, and her brows furrow. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s what I’m doing, baby.” I kiss her chin. “Filling you up, fucking you nice and deep like I promised.”
She swivels her hips, hands in my hair, gripping tight. “Say something filthy.”
I almost lose my rhythm.
“Please, Mac.”
“I want to watch my cum drip down the inside of your thighs while you ride my cock.”
“Oh God.” She swivels her hips. “Me, too. What else?”
“I want to feel your pussy squeeze me like a fist while you whimper my name.”
“Mac.”
“Just like that. So pretty when you’re moaning my name.”
Her hips jerk, and she clenches around me on a deep, primal groan.
I cup her chin in my hand and pull back so I can watch her—beautiful and unguarded, coming just for me.
When she returns to earth, I move her over me, faster, harder, keeping her close, as I chase my own release.
“I love you, Mac,” Fee whispers against my lips.
“I love you, too, Ophelia,” I say as bliss grabs hold and drags me under.
This is just the beginning for us.