by T. K. Leigh
“I’m going to make you feel good, but I want you to let go. I don’t want you to hold anything back, okay?”
“Okay,” she whimpered.
I swept my lips against hers briefly before lowering myself down her body, pausing at her waist. Raising the hem of her shirt, I circled her stomach with my tongue. Her skin was like silk, the taste heavenly. I was gentle, my tongue barely grazing her flesh, but the way her body began to writhe and squirm beneath me made it seem as if she was close to unraveling.
I gingerly unbuttoned her jeans and lifted her hips, lowering her pants down her legs. Standing up, I admired her as she lay on the couch in her tight black tank top and a pair of red satin panties. Her hair was sprawled out behind her head and there was a glow about her.
“Mmmm… Red is most certainly your color,” I remarked. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and returned to the couch, crawling between Mackenzie’s legs. “My red devil.”
I ran my tongue across her waist, my hands firmly planted on her thighs as I teased her.
“Your skin tastes amazing, Mackenzie. Has anyone ever told you that?” I glanced up at her, surprised to see her eyes glued to me. She was in the moment with me and the connection solidified that. She wasn’t leaning back with her eyes closed, making me wonder if she was enjoying it. With that one look, I knew she was with me.
“No.”
“Well, they should have. They should have told you every chance they got how fucking perfect you are,” I crooned. “How beautiful, how sexy…” I skimmed my thumb against her panties, feeling her need for me, making me harden even more. But this wasn’t about me. This was about her, and she needed to know that. “How wet you are.”
I dipped my fingers into her underwear, delicately circling her. She moaned and began thrusting against my hand. She closed her eyes and I could tell that she was finally letting herself go. I removed my fingers from her and placed them on her lips.
“Suck,” I ordered.
She returned her gaze to me and opened her mouth, eagerly following my demand. My heart raced as her tongue sensually circled my finger. I didn’t think I could get any harder than I already was, but I was wrong.
“Tell me how you taste,” I grunted, my need for her increasing with every second that passed.
“Like cinnamon,” she said, smirking.
“Fuck.” I hooked my fingers into her panties and ripped them from her body. “Hope you weren’t too partial to those.”
“And if I was?” She raised her eyebrows at me, giving me a sly smile.
“I’ll get you a new pair,” I said, brushing my lips over hers. “I’ll buy you the entire Victoria’s Secret catalogue and make you walk around in nothing but lace and silk panties.”
She giggled. “You fiend.”
“You have no idea, Mackenzie. You drive me fucking wild.” I lowered myself back between her legs, gently blowing on her. Meeting her eyes once more, I said, “Show me what you like.”
“What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said, Mackenzie. I want you to show me how you make yourself come. You said yourself that you never allowed yourself to come when you were with someone else. But you make yourself come, correct?”
She nodded.
“Okay then. Show me,” I said, my voice powerful.
Her chest heaving with greater intensity, she slowly lowered her hand between her legs. I was ready to lose it when she began toying with her clit, her motions slow and deliberate.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, running my fingers up and down her legs.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Good. Let me have them,” I said and she obligingly removed her fingers, holding them up for me. I took them in my mouth, sucking gently, savoring the taste of her. It felt as if it had been ages since I had been so turned on, so ready to fall over the edge for a woman.
“Mmmm.” I lowered myself back between her legs, breathing on her. Her body was trembling and I knew she was ready to unravel. “I want you to give it to me, do you understand, Mackenzie? I don’t want you to deprive your body of its release. And I want to know that I’m the only person who’s made you come in eight years.” I flicked my tongue against her and she screamed. I pulled back and watched her body struggle to contain the pleasure flowing through her at that moment.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Stop being a tease,” she said, her voice pleading. “I want more because I want to come. I want you to make me come.”
Clenching my fists as I tried to keep my cool, I took a deep breath. “I’ll always give you everything you want, mi cariño.”
I returned my tongue to her and she moved with the rhythm I set, running her fingers through my hair. My scalp tingled from her touch, setting off sparks throughout my body. Everything about her was exactly what I had always craved and desired in a woman. She was confident. She was sexy as hell. And she most certainly wasn’t afraid to tell me what she wanted.
“Are you okay?” I asked, noticing her breathing increase and her grip on my hair tighten.
“Yes. Don’t stop. Keep going.”
She nudged against me, her motions growing frenzied and erratic. I slowly pushed a finger inside her, my tongue still tracing circles around her clit. I massaged her, feeling her tense around me.
“Don’t fight it. Don’t fight the way your body reacts to mine, Mackenzie. Just let it happen. Just let go.” My motions grew more excited and wild and, within seconds, she began to convulse around me, her screams of ecstasy echoing into the large open space.
I attempted to control my breathing, my attention still entirely devoted to Mackenzie and making sure she got exactly what she needed. Once she had come down from what I could only hope was a rather satisfying orgasm, I raised myself and pulled her into my arms. “See what you’ve been missing out on?”
“I don’t know,” she said, her voice light, her breathing still somewhat labored. “B.O.B. does a pretty good job.”
“Bob?” I asked, searching her eyes. “You told me−”
She shook her head. “For someone who spent time in the navy, you seem to be somewhat uneducated in the ways of the world. B.O.B. is an acronym.”
A sly grin crossed my face as I realized what she was referring to. “Of course. Well, perhaps I’ll let B.O.B. join us one of these days.”
“Speaking of which,” she began, pushing me up into a sitting position and straddling me. She tugged at my belt and I quickly grabbed her hands in mine, preventing her from going any further.
“No, Mackenzie. Not tonight.”
“But you made me come. It’s only fair that I return the favor.”
“No.”
“Did you not like it when I…” She trailed off.
“That’s not it at all. I’ve never come so hard and so fast like I did the other day when you sucked me off in the car.”
“Wow. You have quite a way with words. I’m sure all the girls down at the club love how romantic that sounds.”
I grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her lips against mine. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, commanding her to taste herself.
Pulling back, I muttered, “It’s true, Mackenzie. And I’m not going to apologize for my crass words because that was one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever received. No. I take that back. It was the best blow job. And I will be more than happy to be the recipient of another one from you, but not tonight. Tonight was about you. Making you feel good. And, for the record, I couldn’t give two shits about the classless bitches who go to my club, other than the fact that they keep my staff employed. Got it?”
She swallowed hard. “Got it.”
“Good. Now, go shower and I’ll order some takeout.”
“But I had planned on making Chicken Marsala for dinner tonight. That’s what’s on the schedule.”
“Exactly. That’s why I’m ordering out. Variety is the spice of life. And so is spontaneity. Get used to the unexpected, baby, b
ecause this is just the beginning.” I lifted her off me, placing her on the ground as I strode into her kitchen, searching for some wine.
“Are you always this bossy? Because if so, I’m reconsidering my stance on Friday night.”
I looked over my shoulder to see Mackenzie holding up her torn panties. Shrugging, she pulled them on, tying them at the hip to keep them in place. I chuckled. As beautiful as she was spread before me, she was absolutely enchanting as she stood with her hands on her hips, her amazing legs bare, simply wearing a tank top and her obliterated underwear.
“Damn, Mackenzie,” I said, running my hand through my hair, returning my attention to the task at hand. “You are one exquisite woman. And yes, I can be bossy. However, I assure you, it’s only when I need to be. And only because I know it’s what you like sometimes.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”
I faced her, smirking. “Are you really going to stand there and tell me it didn’t turn you on in the slightest when I told you to touch yourself?”
“I… Well…”
“My point exactly. Like I said, Mackenzie, I’m not like most men your age. I take care to notice the little things about you. This isn’t a game for me.” I approached her, clutching her face in my hands. “I want you. I want all of you. I’m all in.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her eyes remaining fixed on mine for several long moments. “I’ll go shower. And I’m happy with takeout.”
I pressed my lips against hers. “See. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
She shook her head, tearing away from me and heading down the hallway.
I sighed, visibly relaxing. Over the past few days, I had set out the bait and Mackenzie had taken each piece, believing the words I said. The problem was, I was beginning to believe the words I said. The feelings I had initially faked in order to win her trust were no longer forced. I was falling hard and fast for the woman sauntering down the corridor, her hips swaying in such a way that would ruin all hip sways for the rest of my life. I knew it was only a matter of time until I would have to walk away and destroy her life. Her heart, and mine, would be the unlucky casualties of my eventual betrayal.
Tyler
I LAY IN MACKENZIE’S bed, my arms wrapped around her small, delicate body. She fit perfectly, her curves complementing me like a key fitting into a lock. I placed a kiss on her head and inhaled her delicious scent. Cinnamon. The fragrance found me in my dreams and I couldn’t help but get aroused each and every time I smelled it.
“What’s Griffin doing?” she murmured, her voice lazy with exhaustion.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it seems you’ve been spending quite a lot of time here lately. Who’s taking care of him?”
“Eli.”
“So, he works for your brother’s company, right?”
“Well, yes. But it’s my company, as well.”
“But you said you weren’t interested in the family business.”
“And I’m not,” I said, trying to find a way to steer the conversation away from the company. “Alex runs it but we’re all equal owners in it.”
“Who is?”
“Alex, my older brother; Carol, my older sister; and me. Equal owners.”
“Hmmm… Sounds like Alex got the shit deal, if you ask me.”
“Why do you say that?” I pulled her further into me as I scanned the simple room. Most of her condo was completely void of anything of a personal nature, except her bedroom. Just above her vanity hung a small portrait of a beautiful woman I knew to be her mother. I hated that portrait. I felt as if she knew who I was, that I was there to deceive her daughter, that I would simply take everything Mackenzie would give me and then toss her out with the garbage.
I hated it because all those things were true.
“Isn’t it obvious? He’s stuck running the company while you’re off chasing tail, but you still see the same amount of money he does.”
“I suppose,” I agreed, growing more and more uneasy about where the conversation was heading.
“Do you ever see yourself working with your brother? There’s only so long you can possibly live on this island before it gets the better of you, don’t you think?”
“What makes you think that?” I asked. “You live here, too.”
“Yeah, but this isn’t my home.”
I flipped her onto her back so I could stare into her eyes, her words surprising me. “What do you mean by that?”
“I don’t know. I had hoped with the opening of the restaurant that I’d feel different about it, and I did for a day or so, but I still don’t feel like I belong here. I don’t really feel like I belong anywhere. I haven’t in a while, not since…” She stopped short.
“Since when?”
She glanced at me, studying me for several long moments. The room was silent, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator down the hall. “Did I ever tell you that I’m an army brat?”
“Not in so many words, but you’ve inferred your dad was in the army.”
“He was. Mom grew up in Panama, but fled with her parents, sisters, and brothers during the Noriega regime. Once the country stabilized in the late 90s, they ended up going back, except my mother.”
I closed my eyes briefly, listening to her tell the story I had read hundreds of times. “Do you know why?”
A grin crossed her face. “She found her turtledove.”
“Her turtledove?”
“Yeah. Her match. Her soul mate. The person who was made for her.”
I scrunched my eyebrows and she could tell I was still a bit confused at the relevancy of the turtledove.
“You see, turtledoves mate for life. They’re one of the few species that do. There’s no one-night stands with them. They are absolutely devoted to each other. Just like my parents…” She paused. “They were turtledoves. They were made for each other.” She sighed, obviously looking back on some rather fond memories of her childhood. “They loved each other so fiercely. He was older than her by fifteen years, but she didn’t care about that.”
“How old were you when he died?”
“Eleven. It’s a day I’ll never forget. My mama said he was gone and there was nothing they could do to bring him back.”
I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, considering her words. “How did he die?”
“I could never get a straight answer from my mama. She always broke down crying whenever I asked. After a while, I stopped pressing for details, thinking if it was too difficult for her to talk about, it would probably be too hard for me to hear.”
I adjusted myself onto my back and brought Mackenzie’s body closer to my chest, wrapping my arm around her back. She sighed into me. It almost felt as if her body melted into mine, the two of us becoming one as she draped her leg across my waist.
“Tell me a story about him,” I murmured, kissing her head, running my hand up and down her legs, her skin smooth and fresh from a shower.
“He loved to dance.” She let out a gentle laugh as she traced circles with her fingers across my bare chest. “Growing up, I had heard the story of how they met a thousand times, and I wish I could listen to it a thousand more times because it’s better than any fairytale.”
“How did they meet?” I asked. “And don’t tell me he picked her up outside of a tapas bar.”
She laughed. “No. Certainly not. My father actually had class, unlike some men I know.” She poked my chest.
“Hey, now!” I exclaimed, tickling her side.
“Stop!” Mackenzie shouted through her heavy laughs, kicking and screaming as I continued my relentless assault. “Enough!”
“Ticklish, Miss Delano?”
“Yes! And if you don’t want a knee in the junk, I suggest you stop!”
I quickly ceased my attack, pulling her body back into mine. “So, tell me their story.”
“Well, my dad was in Norfolk, where he grew up, for his high school reunion.”
“He grew up
in Norfolk and went into the army?”
She shrugged. “Yeah. Dad was always the type of person to be a leader, not a follower. Half of his graduating class ended up joining the navy, considering they were mostly navy brats. Not my dad. He was a navy brat, but he wanted to go into the army. He wanted that Ranger beret.”
“And did he get it?”
“Sure did. When my dad set his mind on something, nothing could get in his way. So when he saw my mom walking down the street one day, he knew he had to find a way to talk to her. Luckily for him, he saw her walk into a dance studio.”
“Oh, jeez,” I said, laughing a bit.
“He had been drinking with a few of his buddies at a bar, but he saw her walk down the sidewalk and, according to him, he threw money on the table, said his goodbyes, and told his friends he’d see them at the next reunion because, and I quote, ‘I have to go see about a girl’.” She took a deep breath and her chin began to quiver a bit. I could tell how much affection she had for her father, for both her parents. The picture she was beginning to paint of her life years ago boggled my mind. I was having trouble reconciling the villain her father had been made out to be by the army and the CIA with the man Mackenzie was speaking of so fondly.
“He stood outside the studio and simply watched my mom dance. Once she left, he went in and signed up for private lessons, thinking he could perhaps impress her if he knew what he was doing. So every day for the next month, he learned how to dance the flamenco.”
“Wait a minute. He learned the flamenco?”
“Yes,” Mackenzie replied, laughing, her face turning red. “And, according to my mother, he was absolutely horrendous. Because, unbeknownst to him, she went to that dance studio every day on her way home from her classes at the community college, and watched his private lessons through the glass window out front. Then, one day, she walked by and he wasn’t there. She thought she had missed her opportunity to talk to him. She said she had fallen in love with him, even though she didn’t know his name. She just knew.
“Weeks went by and she got back into her normal routine. Right before Christmas, she went to her weekly dance class. As the musicians arrived and the drums and guitar filled the room, my mom looked to her partner for the first time, shocked to see my dad standing next to her. And she swore until her dying day that any man who learned the flamenco for her was a man worth marrying.”