Hillary
NOT GOING TO LIE. I just choked on my breath. Mac slaps my back until I push his arm away. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me.”
“I don’t want a pity fuck, but thanks all the same.” I keep thinking I can’t humiliate myself more with this guy than I already have, but I keep finding new and wonderful ways.
“You need to pay more attention if you think I’m not attracted to you. This isn’t a pity fuck. This is a two friends are horny fuck.”
Right. He’s so attracted to me. Whatever. “We can’t. What if it ruins our friendship?”
“Do you have no faith in me at all?”
Now would be an awesome time to pull the quilt over my head and just die of embarrassment. “Of course I do. You’re a good man. The best man. But this is a lot to ask. Too much.”
His big frame shifts, reminding me of all those glorious muscles. “I’m a guy. Asking me to have sex is not even on the radar of a lot to ask.”
God, he smells so good. I have to shake my head to focus. “I don’t want to change us. I’m not looking for a boyfriend or a baby daddy.”
“Friends with benefits. I get it.”
Can we really do this? No. No way. There is no way I can let him see me naked. It’s hard for me to look at myself naked. “I’m a cow right now. There’s no way you’ll get it up.”
“We can put money down, but you’ll lose. I promise.”
I think back to the grouch I met in the hall a month ago. He’s not exactly the kind of person who lies to make someone feel good. He’s more like Dr. House than Mister Rogers. Dr. House inhabiting He-Man’s body. I’m getting off track because now I’m thinking about a very strange ménage situation with He-Man and Dr. House and myself and it’s not helping with the hormones.
There is a long pause, the space between us this invisible forcefield. Heat surrounds us like a thick, syrupy steam. Who will break through it first? I want it to be him. I want him to say or do something irrevocable so that if this doesn’t work, it won’t be because I misread something. “How much money are we betting?”
He swallows hard. I try not to get mesmerized by the Adam’s apple and fail.
Focus, Hillz.
“I mean, if I’m making a bet with you that you won’t be able to get it up for me, I should know how much money I can add to Bloomer’s college fund.”
His eyes blaze warm fire, and he growls before reining it back in. “Before you break into your piggy bank to pay me when you lose, you should have all the facts.” He reaches down and unzips, pulling out his dick for presentation.
Oh. My. God.
He’s gripping it in his huge hands, and it’s this enormous stalk sticking straight up, his balls and pubic hair still nestled in the opening of his jeans. Liquid beads at the top of his cock, and my core clenches hard around the ache that I should be used to by now. I’m hearing fewer arguments in my head and feeling more zapping in my underwear.
One big hand strokes up and down, spreading the sticky wetness until the whole shaft glistens. I have to squeeze my thighs together as heat pulses between my legs and my eyes lock on his huge, hard cock. My nipples tighten unbearably into aching hard little points.
“Take your clothes off, Hillary. I can guaranfuckingtee I’ll stay hard.”
Not once have I ever tried to be enticing to this man. He sees me in my most comfortable clothes, in my sorriest of mood swings. And right now, he could still hang a flag, a good-sized one, from his dick because he’s hard for me. But my body doesn’t look like me anymore, and I’m so nervous. So shy all of the sudden.
But I am also salivating at the sight of his cock.
Mother Nature is such a bitch.
This is crazy. But it’s not like we can go back from here. He’s got his cock out. We either move forward or we don’t, but we can’t go back to five minutes ago. He stands up and rips his shirt off and throws it to the floor, raising an eyebrow for me to do the same.
I’m stunned by his chest. He’s not model perfect. Not at all. The physique is flawless, but his skin declares the years of using his body to fend off things most of us never think about. I know the stories for some of the scars. The knife from the night in the alley when he was a rookie. The burns. The tattoo is from a drunken escape from reality after he and Ricky responded to a shooting at a school. Mac has got a lifetime written on his skin, and I know I do too now.
Silvery lines that show where I’ve grown.
God. Can I do this?
I pull off my shirt and undo the bra—the very supportive and least sexy bra ever—baring my humongous tits. Hopefully they will distract him from my humongous stomach.
“You’re even prettier than I imagined.”
Well, okay. That’s a pretty good start.
He leans over me, bracketing me between his beefy arms and the back of the couch. “Be sure, Hillary. Be very sure this is what you want. I won’t miss the target like the other guy.”
My breath catches at the reminder of my first failed attempt at sex and I look away, unable to let him see that far into my head. Maybe this is a bad idea.
“Hey.” He cups my jaw gently in that big hand and brings my gaze back to his smoldering one. “We don’t have to do this. But if we do, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you get what you need. Do you trust me?”
It’s in his eyes that I find my own courage. He’s so strong, so protective. The power ripples off him and surrounds me and I know I can just let go. Let him take control. Since I met him, he’s allowed me precious pockets of time where I don’t have to always be on guard and responsible. He’s the best friend I’ve ever had. “I trust you.”
“I’m going to make this so good for you.”
He steals my breath with a searing kiss. Surprise and delight bubble up in my throat and come out in a needy whimper as I arch toward him. His lips brand me, hot and possessive, as they slide against mine insistently. His hands move down my body, tracing liquid fire under my skin, and he turns us so my back is against the armrest and he’s on top of me. He’s careful, maneuvering around my bump effortlessly, but when he glides against my chest and we’re skin to skin, he growls, sliding his tongue against the seam of my mouth until I open to him.
The kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever known before, transporting me to a new world. It’s like waking up in Oz. My body comes alive, every nerve ending zapping, every inch of me trying to get closer to him. He’s hot and hard everywhere, crushing against me, yet protective like he cherishes me as much as he wants to ravish me. I’m trapped in the cage of his body, yet I’ve never felt more free. He feeds me his tongue, and I draw him in as much as I can, my heart pounding restlessly as my blood rushes hot under my skin. He’s demanding my total surrender to him, and he has it. I want him to take every part of me. I want to take every part of him. His lips move down my jaw, my neck, and when his hot, wet mouth opens on my breast, my nails score his back.
“Your fucking tits,” he groans into my cleavage.
Yeah, my fucking tits are sensitive and ready for more. But they are not perky like they used to be. Heavier now. A flare of self-consciousness makes the backs of my eyes prickle. I so want to be exactly what he wants and needs. I don’t want to be some kind of consolation.
“You aren’t too sensitive here, are you?” He tongues my nipple, and I shake my head.
“No. It feels good. What you’re doing.”
“That’s good news because I’ve been dreaming about these tits for a while.”
“You have?” Was that needy sounding? I don’t want to sound too needy.
“Baby, you’re gorgeous.”
“They’re big. Even my nipples are too big...”
“You’re kidding me, right? They’re perfect. Your body is lush and womanly, and I’ve fucking jacked off a thousand times while wishing I knew the exact shade these nipples were. You’re better than any fantasy I promise.”
I lean back and let my eyes drift closed while he sucks greedily at me. My pulse is beating deep in my pussy, and I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. My body jerks unexpectedly, and I wheeze in a breath. “Oh God.” He doesn’t stop, thankfully understanding that the crisis I’m having is almost an orgasm. “Oh God.” Just a little more. Just a little...
The cliff is sudden, and the fall fast and sharp. I lose myself and can’t stop the tremors of my limbs or the husky moans that fill the air.
“Hillary, damn. You’re so pretty when you come.”
He strokes me gently as I come back to earth, back to the body that feels so good, so relaxed. I don’t know why an orgasm with him is so different from the ones I give myself, but I’m pretty sure I’m glowing. I blink at him like I’m seeing him for the first time.
“Jesus. I’m not too far behind you.” His cock is still half out of his pants and the hard length of him rubs against my leg.
“Maybe we should take the edge off yours, too.”
“You worried I’m going to leave you hanging like the last guy?”
“You’ve already taken care of me.”
“Baby, that’s just an appetizer. I promise you.”
He stands up, rising slowly and with such masculine grace, I start aching again. He’s staring at me, and I resist the urge to cover up. He hooks his hands into the waistband of his jeans and pauses. “Are you still sure about this?”
“I’mabsolutelysure,” I ramble, hoping he isn’t about to take that straining package in his pants away from me.
He chuckles and lowers his pants and boxers all the way down, revealing himself to me entirely as his big cock springs up, finally free. I gasp. It’s enormous, so swollen and thick. “This is how hard you make me. Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Oh God, I want it so bad.”
A rumble shakes out of his chest. “I’m going to give you every inch of it tonight. More than once, but I think you were right about taking the edge off first. You want to help me with that?”
Is he kidding me with this? My whole world just became that giant dick. “I will do absolutely anything you want, Mac. Tell me and it’s yours.”
He freezes, his jaw constricting and his whole body tightens. “Fuck, you don’t even know what you’re doing to me with that kind of talk.”
“I have a pretty good idea. And that’s what I want.” I raise up on my elbows, licking my lips at that giant dick. “I’m going to be real with you, the way I always have been, even when it’s TMI. Mac Stryker, I want you to make me your plaything. I’m so horny. I want to know what everything feels like. All of it. Teach me everything. How you taste—”
He crashes over me and kisses me fiercely. “I’m going to come all over myself if you keep talking like that.” He buries his face in my neck. “Don’t stop.”
I feel so light when the laugh bubbles out of me. “Please do wicked, dirty things to me.”
He raises his head up, looking me right in the eye. “How dirty, angel?”
“I...” Shit.
“What’s wrong?”
Everything in my body tightens, and I lose focus.
“What’s wrong, Hillary? Is it the baby?
I pant a few times, and then my mind clears again. “Braxton-Hicks. That one was a doozy though. I’m so sorry.”
“How long have you been having them?”
“Off and on all day.”
“All day?” He flies off the couch and starts getting dressed.
“It’s too early for labor. It’s fine, Mac. I’m just mortally embarrassed—fuck!” The pain seizes me, squeezing me from the inside out.
“We’re going to the hospital.”
He helps me sit up and hands me my shirt. I want to argue, but then someone jabs my spine with a lightning bolt. And my water breaks. And fuck, I’m still a virgin.