Chapter Seventeen - Mac
It takes every ounce of strength I have not to throw this fucking cart aside and bend her over. I want to fuck her like crazy. And I know there is no fucking in my future if I can’t get past her rules and regulations.
I need to play this right. Every moment counts with Ellie Hatcher.
“See,” I say. “It’s fun. You like fun, don’t you, Ellie? You’re not really a fun-sucker, are you?” I even wink at her.
She sighs and my gaze is locked on her lips. Fuck. The things I want to do to her lips. “I do like fun, Mac. But I like fun that doesn’t end up hurting me and you… you’re so… perfect. It’s a bad sign.”
“A bad sign?” I ask. “Since when is perfect bad?”
“Well, nobody’s perfect. So it’s an illusion.”
“I never said I was perfect, Ellie.”
“Yeah, but you have it all. You’re rich, you’re very… handsome. And you have a lot of power.”
“You’re not hurting for money, Ellie. I know what you make and it’s a very comfortable living. And you’re far prettier than I am handsome.”
“Nice save.” She laughs.
“Seriously. You have this girl-next-door thing going for you that drives guys like me wild.”
“Guys like what?” she asks. “What kind of guy are you, McAllister Stonewall? Because I looked you up online and you barely exist. I think that’s suspicious.”
“So, not perfect, right?” Not at all perfect. She just doesn’t know how imperfect I am yet.
“No, of course not. I understand there’s no such thing as perfection. I’m just saying you come off as perfect, which means it’s a lie.”
“Keep talking,” I say. “And keep touching yourself as you do it.”
She rolls her eyes and lowers her hand. “I feel ridiculous.”
“Why? You don’t want to turn me on?”
She smiles big as she closes her eyes and throws her head back, exposing her throat for me. Damn, I might not be able to make it through breakfast. “Do I turn you on, Mr. Stonewall?”
“Miss Hatcher, I cannot stop thinking about you. Ever since I started reading those texts I’ve become obsessed.”
I stand up and push the cart aside. Ellie starts, then straightens her back and stares up into my eyes. She looks… fuck. Perfect. She’s the one who’s perfect, not me. I step forward and she leans back against the window.
“Let’s skip the food. We can give that another try later. But now, I just want to touch you. Watch your face as I make you feel good.” She can’t take her eyes off me as I fist my cock and start pumping again. “Get on your knees and turn around. Face the window.”
She chews on her lip like she’s thinking this over. But we both know she’s going to do it. There’s no way she’d be having breakfast topless if she wasn’t in.
“Do it,” I say, just to make her stop thinking about it.
She swallows hard and stands up. I palm her breast for a second before she turns, then kneels down on the window seat with her back to me.
“Place your hands on the window.”
She does, her palms slightly above her head. And then she leans forward and rests her forehead on the glass, like she needs the support. I trace a fingertip down her spine until her back buckles and I take that moment of distraction to push her head forward, applying enough pressure so that she has to turn her cheek sideways.
I don’t ease up even though I can see her eyes searching for mine. I’m probably just outside her field of vision though, so she can’t see much.
I reach around to unbutton her trousers, and then I slip my hand down her stomach until I’m cupping her pussy.
“Jesus, Mac.”
“What?” I ask in a throaty voice. “Tell me.”
“I’m just… I just don’t know why I’m doing this.”
“Because it feels good, Ellie. You like it. It’s just fun. Why are you so worried about having fun and enjoying yourself?” I trace a little circle around her clit, pushing my fingertip inside her wet opening and then quickly withdrawing. “Tell me what you like.”
She exhales loudly and shakes her head.
“Why?”
“I’m not that kind of girl, Mac. I’m not the kind of girl who fucks her boss, or talks dirty, or any of that.”
“That’s what makes it so desirable for me. I like to push you outside your comfort zone. Now tell me what you like and I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you say. I just want to hear it.”
She’s silent for a few moments, but I don’t push because she didn’t say no. So she’s thinking. I can definitely be patient for this.
I wiggle my fingertip against her clit and she says, “That.”
“What? Say it.”
“Your finger sweeping around my clit, but never touching it.”
“It makes you want more?”
“Yes, it does,” she breathes.
“More what? Talk to me like a dirty slut, Ellie, and I’ll make you come so hard, your legs will spasm and your body will collapse.”
I wait for the snarky comeback, but she stays silent. Not willing to stop me. Not willing to break the flow of what we’re doing. Not ready to give in, but definitely not giving up.
“I like when you… I like it when you flick right there.”
Right there is not her clit, but it’s close. “So you like the tease. I like the tease too. If I was the one who was going to come right now I’d be telling you to suck the tip of my dick, but not put my whole cock in your mouth. Just play with it for a little bit. Make me want more.”
“I want you to press your fingers inside me. Just a little. Then take them out and tease me some more. I want you to squeeze my breasts and bend me over. I want to imagine you staring at my pussy like that.”
I wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her back towards me. I hold her up by placing my arm under hers, then, once she’s on her feet, I turn us both around and walk her over to her desk and bend her over.
Her wide-legged pants are down around her ankles so her ass is perfectly positioned for me to stick my cock inside her.
I don’t, of course. She’s going to regret this five-date minimum thing. I’m going to make sure of it.
“Mac,” she says in a low whisper. “Put your fingers in me.”
“I’ll do you one better,” I say, crouching down and spreading her ass cheeks apart so I can slip my tongue between her legs. Her upper body shoots up, so I smack her once, hard, and say, “Relax, Miss Hatcher. Enjoy. I know I am.”
I lick her, and then I hoist her up and push her onto the desk, her palms flat on the tabletop, her knees spread wide, her face red with heat and desire. I lick her pussy. Up and down the entire length of her folds. Then I stand and thrust two fingers inside her as my thumb pushes against the puckered bud of her ass.
She wiggles, but I push down on her back. “Stay still,” I say, as I pump her hard. She moans and wriggles more, so I withdraw my fingers and slide them rapidly up and down the entire length of her pussy.
“There,” she moans. “There. Right there.”
“Here?” I ask through my smile. “Right here?”
“Yes,” she pants. “Yes.” But this time it’s a moan.
“Are you going to come, Ellie?”
“Yes,” she says, but she’s bucking her back and trying to twist away from the friction, like it’s too much to take. Like she needs relief.
She needs relief all right. But it’s not from my touch. She needs to come.
I withdraw my hand and she gasps. “What are you doing? I’m so close, Mac. I’m so close!”
I back away and she looks over her shoulder at me, like she’s going to chase me down and jump on my dick. “Be still,” I say. “I want something out of this too.”
“What?” she moans.
“I can’t fuck your pussy until we have more dates. But you never said anything about your ass.”
“No way,” she says in a loud voice. “Nope. I’ve never done that, Mac. And I never will.”
“You will beg for it right now or I’ll leave you hanging.”
She throws me a glare. “I’ll go to the bathroom and get myself off. I’m not doing that.”
“Why?” I ask, picking up a pad of butter from the breakfast cart.
Her eyes get wide as she watches. “What are you doing?”
I place the little golden packet between my palms and rub it until it gets warm and soft. “I’m going to use this as lube. Unless you’ve got some stashed in your desk. I know you don’t, because I bought the desk yesterday. I can’t fuck your ass unless we have lube.”
“You can’t fuck my ass period.”
I smile and nod. “I can always spit on it.” She shoots me a horrified look and I almost laugh. “Lie back down. You won’t get too dirty.”
“No!” she yells. “I’m not doing any of that!”
“Ellie, be calm. Just relax. You can say no any time you want. But let me show you how good it feels first. Then if you’re still not sure, I’ll back off and lick your clit until you come.”
She makes a weird face. Like she’s having some kind of internal battle.
“You don’t want to say no, Ellie. You really don’t want to miss this, I promise. When my dick is inside your ass and my hand reaches around to play with your clit, you will come so hard, my dick will ache because you’re clenching it so tight.”
She shakes her head no.
“Yes,” I say forcefully. “Just let me try and you can stop me if you hate it.” I move forward and push her down, pressing her against the desk. He legs are off the desk now, her feet on the floor again, but that’s OK. That’s just where I need them.
“Mac—”
“Shhh,” I say. “Just let me play with you for a moment. Then tell me no.” I reach between her legs and she’s so fucking wet. I pump her pussy a few times, collecting her juices on my fingers, then drag it up to her asshole. I almost don’t need the lube, but I’ve already got her thinking about the butter and I kinda like that. It’s dirty. It’s fun. And she will never look at a pad of butter the same again.
“Are you laughing?” she asks.
“Quiet,” I say, tucking my smile away as I position my cock right between her legs. It pokes her pussy and she clenches her teeth together. I know she would not tell me no if I wanted to fuck her pussy instead. She’s so damn ready. But hey, rules are rules, right?
I open the little foil packet and smear it over her asshole.
She lets out a soft sigh of air. So I do it again, pressing a little harder so it leaves a slick trail.
Then I press my finger up against her pucker and push, just a teeny, tiny bit.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Right?” I pass my dick across her ass, then let it slip down between her legs. She throws her head back like I just did something very right. Anyone can make a girl come with a dick in her pussy. But anal, yeah. That takes a little more skill.
I push my finger in a little more, my other hand still massaging her with the tip of my dick. I really wouldn’t mind licking her, but shit, I only have two hands and everything I’m doing right now feels perfect.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
“It’s not in yet.”
“Want me to try to put it in, Ellie?”
She bites her lip, her eyes closed, her face calm as I play with her.
“Ellie?”
“OK. But go very slow,” she says in a low voice.
“I will,” I say, my balls tightening with anticipation. “I promise.” I fist my cock and press the head up against her, pushing in slightly. She gasps, then her hands ball up into fists as she tries to stay calm. “Try to relax,” I say, reaching around to rub her clit. “Take deep breaths and relax. It will hurt for a moment, but I’ll go slow, and then once we get past the hard part, it will be easy and you will never say no to this again, that’s how good it will feel.”
She moans in response, her face tightening up in a grimace as I push forward.
“Ow,” she says.
I stroke her back, dragging my fingertip lightly up and down her spine. She sighs, relaxing. I push forward once again. Little gasps, short, quick breaths, and so much wiggling, I have to grab her by the shoulder to keep her in place.
“Mac,” she whines.
But then I get past that point I was telling her about. My cock eases inside her ass and she lets out a long moan.
“See,” I say, leaning down over her body, pressing my chest against her back. I lift her golden hair off her neck and kiss her there, right at her nape.
She shudders and I ease out a little, taking my time. Going slow. Then I push it back in as I slip a hand under her hip and begin rubbing my fingertips against her clit in tiny circles.
“Do you like that?” I ask.
“Mmmm,” she responds.
I strum her clit faster. “I like it too. Your ass is tight, Ellie. And your pussy is so wet.” I stick two fingers inside her as I bite her on the shoulder and her body goes stiff. This drives me crazy and I can’t hold back. I pump a little harder. A little deeper.
“Oh, shit,” she says.
I smile. “It feels so good, right?”
“Yeah,” she moans. “Yes.”
“You like this too, Ellie?” I whisper into her ear as I strum her clit faster. I press and flick it, then slide my fingers down into her pussy, pushing deeper and deeper until I can feel the pressure against my cock in her ass.
“Fuck, yes,” I say. “The next time we do this, you can lie on my stomach and I’ll use a vibrator on your pussy as my cock fucks your ass. I’ll make you scream, Ellie. I’ll make you—”
She clenches and I know it’s over.
“Oh, fuck,” she says. “Oh, fuck, yes!”
Her whole body goes still, her mouth wide open. I picture my cock inside it. Sliding against her lips as I fuck her mouth.
So many, many things I want to do with this girl.
I ride out her orgasm and when she relaxes, I pull out, lean back, and come between her shoulder blades.
She’s panting hard and I have to close my eyes for several seconds until the pleasure ebbs.
“I want more of this, Ellie. I want more. Tonight.”