In other words, I have to give her the benefit of the doubt.
I stood there, just staring at Mac, and she eyed the corkscrew that was in my hand as I was just getting ready to open the wine.
“That’s not a new sexual toy you bought to use on me, is it?” she asked, looking at the corkscrew dubiously. “It looks like it may hurt.”
I flashed a grin and stepped back so she could come in. “I don’t need toys to use on you, baby.”
And that was the truth. Didn’t mean I won’t use toys on her at some point, but I don’t have to.
“No, you don’t,” she agreed with enough sexual praise in her voice that I started obsessing on getting through dinner so we could skip straight ahead to the fucking part. I could feel my control starting to slip and my well-orchestrated plans on a slow seduction started to unravel.
“Come in the kitchen,” I told her. “I’m finishing up dinner.”
“Smells delish… What are we having?”
“Nothing fancy. Just a quick, chicken casserole. I’m not that great of a cook.”
“Then I’m very impressed that you are trying to cook for me. I think you might get lucky tonight.”
Fuck… the promise in her voice sent lust through body, straight through to my cock, and I started to get hard. I pulled one of the wine bottles from the rack beside my refrigerator and opened it. Swallowing hard, I poured a glass and told her, “We’re both getting lucky tonight.”
Taking the glass from my hand, she murmured, “You’re very good at this.”
“What’s that?” I asked her, watching her over the rim of my glass as I took a sip.
“Dating me… trying to give me a relationship. It’s more than I expected, so thank you.”
Okay, that was it… she could look like a million bucks, rock the sexy factor all night long, make sexual innuendo that had my blood firing hot, and I still might have made it through dinner without touching her. But hearing the tone of her voice… how grateful and proud she was of me that I was giving our relationship a chance, about had my knees buckling with painful need.
Setting my wineglass down, I walked up to Mac and took her free hand, pressing my lips to the inside of her wrist. I could feel her pulse leap against me.
With my other hand, I took her wineglass away and set it on the counter. “You know, I told myself I wasn’t going to touch you when you got here, but when I opened my door and saw you, I knew that was a lie.”
I took her other wrist and pulled it to my mouth, this time licking it first, then giving it a soft kiss, causing Mac to gasp. “Then I told myself I would wait until after dinner to have you, but now… touching you… tasting you like this…” I kissed her wrist again. “Well, I knew that was lie, too.”
Dropping only one of her hands, I turned and walked to my oven, pulling her along with me. Shutting the heat off, I didn’t say a word, just led Mac out of the kitchen, through my living room, and back to my bedroom. I walked up to the edge of my bed and turned her around.
I liked seeing her standing in front of my bed… in my room.
Framing her face with my hands, I pulled her toward me and conveyed to her my feelings with a kiss. That I really liked her in my bedroom, standing in front of my bed.
I deepened the kiss so it told her that I would like it more to have her laying on it, spread eagled and naked.
I let my hands roam everywhere, because I had been deprived of touching her for too long.
Digging my fingers into her hip, I pulled her close, so my erection just lightly touched against her stomach.
I palmed one of her breasts, gently squeezing it.
I trailed my fingers lightly over her collarbone, across her shoulder, and down the outside of her arm.
All of these touches were so gentle but make no mistake about it… I was vibrating with need. Mac was too, for that matter, because she was the one that stepped in closer to rub against my dick. She was the one that urgently whispered, “More,” and when I didn’t give it to her, she whispered, “Please”.
I finally relented, pulled her blouse over her head, and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I didn’t take any time to appreciate the silk and lace, because those were just wrappings around my real present.
Mac’s hands slipped into my hair as I knelt before her to take her jeans off. I kissed her stomach when I popped the button, flicking my tongue against her skin. She tasted fucking delectable and smelled even better.
I pulled the zipper down and shoved the denim to mid-thigh, but I couldn’t help myself. Rather than pull them all the way off, I grabbed ahold of her ass to pull her forward… stuck my face right into the apex of her thighs… put my nose right up against the silk and lace of her panties, and inhaled deeply.
Mac’s nails dug in to my scalp and she murmured, “Oh God.”
Not God, babe.
Matt Fucking Connover.
The rest of our clothes came off in a hurry because I was fueled by her scent and the fact that her panties were already damp. We ended up in the middle of my bed in a tangle of limbs, and my hands were on a mission to touch as much of her as possible.
I smoothed my hands along the outside of her legs, while my lips and tongue worked at her nipples. She responded by clasping my head tighter to her breast and gyrating her hips against me. Moving one hand between her legs, I sunk two fingers into her while pinching a nipple with the other hand.
Looking at her face while I fingered her gently, I told her, “You’re perfect, Mac. Just fucking perfect. Beyond beautiful.”
Her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes went liquid soft. She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off with a kiss as I rolled on top of her and settled between her legs. We stared at each other a moment, and then I pushed into her. She was wet, open, and as eager for me to be inside of her as I was to get there.
We thrust against each other in perfect unison, her hips moving counter to mine in a slow mating dance. We stared at each other a moment, feeling our connection start to cement a little harder. Slipping one arm down under her leg, I captured it in the crook of my elbow and lifted it high. Mac has always been super flexible and this new position allowed me to angle my hips and sink deeper into her.
It was like I couldn’t get deep enough. I pulled out and pushed back in, even a little deeper. I told her I was close, and she said she was too. I rubbed her clit, knowing just the right amount of pressure to set her off.
She came and screamed my name.
I told her, “Heaven… this is what Heaven must feel like.”
Then I had the most supremely strong orgasm, following right along behind hers. I chanted my mantra, murmuring her name reverently. And I was thankful for the perfectness of the moment.
Now she’s curled up into my side, and I am utterly content and relaxed.
Yeah… this fucking date started off perfectly.
“So… has Bill said anything else to you?” Mac says as she traces her fingers in circles on my chest.
I snicker to myself as I think about what happened this afternoon when Bill caught Mac and me together in a compromising position.
Mac came to my office this afternoon to insist I get up and go for a short walk. I had worked right through lunch, and she was apparently trying to teach me the benefits of relaxation.
“What? In the middle of a workday?” I had asked her in mock skepticism.
She just rolled her eyes at me and said, “Shocker, yes, but people are allowed to take breaks in their work day. You and I have been at it for seven hours straight already, and neither one of us took lunch. Let’s go take a short walk to stretch our legs, and I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”
Rubbing a contemplative finger across my chin, I grudgingly admitted, “I can see merit to this idea.”
“It’s a fantastic idea. Come on, law boy. Let’s beat feet.”
Her enthusiasm was infectious and although I was never the type that would go for a walk, much less even take a b
reak, I stood up to join her.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” she asked, her head cocked to the side.
“What?”
“Go for a short walk midday. Taken a moment just for yourself.”
“I guess not. It feels kind of wicked.”
She laughed at me… husky and warm and it was all for me. “I haven’t even begun to show you the ways you can be wicked during a workday.”
My hand snaked out and grabbed her, pulling her into my body. I gripped the back of her head and brought my face closer to hers. Softly, I ran my lips over hers, back and forth and she sighed gratefully.
Pulling back slightly, I murmured, “Are you ready to get fucked tonight?”
As expected, because I went from sweet to sensual in a heartbeat, she jerked in my arms and moaned softly.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said triumphantly.
Just as I was about to lean in and kiss her again, my office door opened up and Mac jumped away from me as if I had zapped her with electricity. My partner, Bill Crown, stood in the doorway, looking back and forth between us in surprise.
Then he grinned and said, “I knew there was something going on between you.”
Turns out, Bill is pretty perceptive, and when I talked to him later, he said it might have been more wishful thinking than anything, but he had sensed something. Bill watched me go through my divorce with Marissa. He watched me shut down afterward, and he’s watched me fuck my way through the city. So, he told me that when he saw me standing there, my arms around Mac and happiness in my eyes, he was in full support of my relationship with her. He is genuinely happy for me, but he warned us to be careful. This was still not a very kosher relationship as it related to our employer-employee status.
“So… what else did he say?” Mac asks again, breaking into my thoughts.
Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “Not much. Just happy for me and warned me again to be careful. He watched me go through that shit with Marissa. I think he had given up on me ever having a relationship again.”
Mac slides her arm around my waist and squeezes me. “He’s right… we do need to be more careful. You can’t go kissing me all willy-nilly in the office.”
I chuckle and push her on her back, rolling on top of her. Supporting myself on my elbows, I hover over her face. “Who in the fuck says “willy-nilly”? What are you, like seventy or something?”
Glaring at me, she pushes at my chest futilely, but I don’t budge. “I’m serious… no more kissing. Or groping for that matter. Not in the office.”
I grin at her evilly. “I’ll just have to make sure the door is locked the next time.”
“Not funny, Matt. You need to take this seriously.”
“The only thing I take seriously,” I tell her with wicked glint in my eyes and a push of my hips so my hardening dick rubs up against her just right, “is getting back inside of you again.”
“But—” she starts to say, so I give her a swift kiss to cut her off.
Lifting my mouth from hers, I grind against her again. “Less talking, Mac. More fucking, okay?”
Her hips push back against me and she breathlessly says, “Okay.”
That’s my girl.
Chapter 26
Yup. Sex with Mac is different. After I dove back in the second time, came with such exquisite, mind-blowing pleasure, I knew that, in fact, it was better because the nature of our relationship had changed.
I really didn’t think sex with Mac could get any better, but there you have it. I’m a labeled idiot for thinking otherwise.
Flipping the pieces of bacon I have sizzling on the griddle, I think about last night. I was inside of Mac from practically sundown to sunup. If it wasn’t my cock, it was my fingers or my tongue, and I couldn’t get enough.
Even thinking about her, right now, lust swirls inside of me and I feel a stirring deep in my groin. My dick should be broken… out of commission after last night, but nope… it still wants to play.
With Mac.
“Something smells good,” I hear from behind me, and I turn to face her.
My breath catches as the early morning sunlight hits her from behind, making a halo-like glow around head. Her hair is all tangled and her lips are still swollen because of all the kissing and sucking we were doing to each other. She put on my white t-shirt I discarded last night and I’m not sure if it’s the fact that she’s wearing my clothes or the hard nipples poking against it, but the stirring that was in my groin earlier becomes positively maelstrom.
I reach a hand out and idly turn off the griddle. Licking my lower lip, because I’m hungry… and not for breakfast, I walk toward Mac. I’m not sure what she sees on my face, but her eyes go dark and her breath gets shallow as I get nearer.
Bending down, I put my hands under her ass to lift her up.
“Christ,” I mutter when my fingertips touch her pussy and find it slick with desire for me. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
She smiles at me sensually and pushes her fingers through my hair before wrapping them around my neck. “Nope.”
“Good girl,” I tell her as I set her on the countertop, right beside the carton of eggs I pulled out of the refrigerator earlier. Grabbing her behind her knees, I pull her to the edge so that her ass is barely sitting on the counter and step in close. My erection is pushing painfully hard against my jeans I threw back on this morning when I got out of bed.
I lean in and nip at her lips, which causes her mouth to open. I then kiss her hotly, groaning when her tongue meets mine with equal force. How in the fuck can I get this hot and turned on by her so quickly? It’s beyond any reasoning, but I don’t stop to analyze it.
Whipping her shirt off, I bend down and kiss her chest right between her breasts. Moving my head side to side, I lick a wet line over to one nipple, circle it a few times with my tongue, and then head over to the other one to pay it equal homage.
My hand goes between her legs, swiping my fingertips through her folds.
“So wet. Can’t wait,” I murmur against her lips.
I quickly undo my jeans and push them down just far enough to pull my cock out and move my balls clear of my zipper. I’m so consumed by burning need that I merely guide myself to her entrance and slam home with one hard push.
Mac cries out in pleasure and moans, her breath rushing out hot across her lips. I start thrusting in and out of her, over and over again, fueled by a raging need to make her come… make me come. I’m not gentle and luckily, Mac can take it, so I fuck her hard… I mean, really hard.
“I love the way you feel inside me,” she stutters through the pounding I’m giving her body.
Fuck, that is sexy hot, her trying to talk but barely able to because of how ruthlessly I’m driving into her. It makes my hips move at a frenzied pace, ferociously racing to get us both off. I lurch and heave inside of her, fucking her almost in savage desperation, my ass cheeks clenching hard on each deep thrust inward.
“Do you like the way I fuck you?” I grunt from the exertion. Placing my teeth over the tender skin just between her neck and shoulder, I bite down.
Mac jerks against me, moans super loud, and stammers, “Y-e-e-e-s.”
“Do you want it harder?” I ask as I lick over my bite mark.
“God, yes.”
Rearing up, I pull her hips all the way off the edge of the counter and place my palm on her chest, pushing her down so she lies flat.
Gripping her ass cheeks, I pull out and slam in so hard that I swear the end of my cock hits something inside of her. Mac just moans in ecstasy and says, “Harder,” and that fuels me on more. I shove and slam myself into her, over and over again, grunting and cursing because it feels so fucking good. I hurtle toward the most transcendent orgasm I think I may ever experience, feeling Mac tighten up all around me, her inner muscles clamping hard on my dick.
She starts shaking as she climaxes and tears are leaking from her eyes as she calls out, “Yes.”
It’s enough… it’s what I was waiting for. Watching Mac come is the sexiest, most blistering thing in the world, and I jet violently inside of her, my hips heaving uncontrollably as I groan out my release.
Oh, God. Oh, fuck. That about killed me.
I practically collapse on top of Mac, gasping for breath and leaning my head on the bottom of her chest, which is rising and falling with her own labored breathing.
“That was insane,” she says as she brings her hands up to slip her fingers through my hair. She rubs my scalp soothingly and I sigh, nuzzling in between her breasts.
“We’re completely depraved,” I say, pushing my head harder against her fingers. “I thought I might break you there for a minute.”
She laughs in amusement. “It felt so good. You have complete permission to hammer at me that way any time you want.”
Eventually, I’m able to get strength back in my legs and I push myself off Mac, tucking my dick… which I think right now may definitely be broken after that round… back in my jeans.
I start to reach a hand out to help her off the counter when her phone starts ringing. She had set it on the kitchen counter last night along with her purse. My eyes stray over to it, and I can clearly see the Caller ID says “Cal Carson”.
Mac leans over and slaps at the phone, sending the call through to voice mail. She turns to look back at me, and there is a tinge of guilt on her face.
“Why is Cal calling you?” I hope my voice is calm, because if it comes out sounding like the anger flowing through me… well, that won’t be conducive to a good talk.
“We’re friends, Matt. Just friends.”
“I don’t like it,” I tell her honestly.
I really fucking hate it.
“You don’t have to like my friends,” she says quietly, her eyes dropping down to her hands, which are resting in her lap.
“You can be friends with him, even knowing what he did to me?” I accuse, and her gaze snaps back up to me. “I mean… you do know the sordid details, right? You know his friendship has no loyalty, don’t you? And that’s the type of friend you want?”
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