Chapter 9
Whitley
My eyes fall closed when Mack’s mouth meets mine in a feather-like kiss. I lift myself up to answer his unspoken question. Can he kiss me?
Yes.
Maybe he wasn’t asking, but I’ve been staring at his mouth for so long wondering what it would be like to kiss him. The second he moved toward me, I went toward him too. The way I gravitate to him is undeniable. Even when I didn’t want to be attracted to him, I couldn’t deny what my body felt.
I press my mouth harder against his, wanting to spur him on. Mack’s fingers slide into my hair as his tongue licks the seam of my lips. I part them, wanting to taste him, and the second I do, he deepens the kiss.
Strong arms come around me before he pulls me into his lap.
The overwhelming sensation of being held close to him makes me moan.
Holding him close, I work up the nerve to taste him back, and I’m rewarded with a low, sexy groan that rumbles out of his chest. He’s letting me know I’m doing it right, and the praise is euphoric.
“You know how hard it was for me not to touch you yesterday?” His mouth leaves mine but only to trail kisses down my neck. I saw the strain in his arms when he had to pull them away from me last night.
“Hard?” I rock against his cock that’s wedged right against my sex. Last night, I only felt it on my ass, but this way is so much better.
“Easy.” He lets out another groan like he’s fighting for control.
The hand in my hair tightens as he bends my head back so his mouth can reach the top of my chest. He’s kissing me everywhere, and each place he touches tingles with need.
I turn my head to catch his mouth so we can kiss again because I’m unable to stop myself.
I rock my body, and the friction on my clit hits just right before Mack reaches into the back of my shorts to grip my bare ass.
His giant hands grip all of it at once, and he grinds me against him.
“You’re big,” I whimper between kisses.
If this leads to where I think it might be going, how is it going to work? From what I can feel as I rub against his cock, he’s too big for me.
“But gentle,” he says, and I smile against his mouth. “I just have to stay in control.”
“Like some dom-sub thing?” I say, and his hold on my ass tightens.
“No.” He lifts his head so my eyes can meet his. His pupils are dilated, and all I can see is lust in his eyes. “So I don’t go too fast.” Mack starts to pull his hand out from my shorts, but I grab for him.
“Don’t stop touching me.” I grip his shoulder so he can’t let go. I’m starved for affection, and now that I’ve found someone I want to do it with, I don’t want to stop.
“That’s the problem. I’m scared I won’t be able to, little one.” He says it in a warning.
“You won’t hurt me.” I go back to rocking my hips because my clit is throbbing for more.
“I would never mean to hurt you.”
“Then don’t stop. I ache.” I grind on him harder, and I feel his cock jerk. We’re kissing and dry humping like teenagers, and I feel giddy and excited. This was something I never got to have, and now Mack is my first. My first kiss and hopefully more. “Kiss me. I love your mouth.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, and before I know it, I’m on my back. His mouth is on mine, giving me what I asked for, and I lift my hips, trying to rub myself against him. Mack grunts in frustration before he grabs my hands and pins them above me. “Maybe you shouldn’t be allowed to touch.”
“Mack,” I whimper.
“See, you’re toying with my control.” He takes a deep breath.
“I’m not asking you to control yourself.” I lick my lips, and he practically growls.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
I narrow my eyes as my whole body blazes with need, but he just stares right back.
“I know,” I grit out, but it sounds more like a tiny cub growling. “I want to feel you.”
“You wanted a kiss.” He leans down and brushes his mouth against mine. “You love my mouth.”
“Yes,” I whine, not denying it. Mack is the first person to make me feel this way. His mouth must be magic.
“Then let me use it.” He kisses me hard before looking me straight in the eyes. “Keep those hands in place.”
He gives the order before he releases his hold and starts to back away.
“But I want—” I stop talking when he pushes my shirt up and latches on to my nipple. “Oh god.”
“You taste like candy.” Mack’s mouth goes to my other breast and gives it the same attention while his hand gropes the other wet peak.
I’ve been self-conscious of my breasts since I started working at the club. Seeing Mack’s mouth and hands greedily play with them washes that insecurity away.
Moaning his name, I arch into him, but I’m not sure I can take much more.
The sucking sensation on my nipple is so damn erotic, and I had no clue breasts could feel this way.
I love it, but with each suck, it shoots down to my clit.
I’m so close, but Mack keeps his body looming over mine so that I can’t rub myself against him.
“Bet you taste like candy everywhere.” He moves down my body and pulls my shorts and panties right off. “Finally.” He sighs as his eyes eat up every inch of me. “I’ve got you naked.”
I watch as his breathing grows heavy, and everything south of my belly button clenches.
“I guess you did pay for it,” I remind him, and his nostrils flare. It sounds dirty when I say it now.
“Whitley.” When he says my name, it sends chills down my spine, and I wonder if it’s the same for him when I say his.
His tone is a warning, but it only makes a thrill run through my body. I let my thighs fall open wider so he can see everything.
“I didn’t pay enough,” Mack curses before he buries his face in my sex.
I gasp, and my body bows off the couch. I knew it was coming, or at least I hoped it would, but he wasn’t lying. His control snapped, and he struck like a snake going in for a meal. It’s like he wants to swallow me whole.
When his mouth latches on to my clit, I lose it. I was already riding the edge, but the sensation is pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and it explodes through my body.
He doesn’t let up as his tongue explores me, and the last orgasm is still humming as I somehow head into another. His hands grip my ass and then lift me up so he can reach every inch of what’s between my legs.
Mack is far from done, and I don’t think he’ll stop until he’s consumed every piece of me.
I knew I loved his kisses from the very first one.