Chapter Sixteen

Macs

She’s kneeling in the middle of my bed, bare but for a wide smile. I’ve dreamed about this moment on repeat and now that it’s here, I want to savor it. Teala separates her knees and slides down so her pussy rubs my bed. I have to remind myself to take breaths.

She leans up. “Oops. Looks like I got a little me on your bed.” She covers her mouth with a delicate hand.

My dick is unbearably hard and she’s extraordinarily beautiful and like a heat seeking missile. I decide to take what’s mine regardless of cost. Costs don’t matter when you’re out of control and starving.

I’m on top of her in less than a second. She’s laughing and she smells like sex and perfume and shampoo, and I’m delirious with want, lust, and fuck if I know what else. My mind is twisted and foggy with anything else except what I want.

“I can’t wait to know you,” I growl into her ear.

She responds by pulling my head in for a kiss and pushing my weight on top of her. Her mouth is frantic, a plea for more. A decadent cry for everything.

“Know me well. Know me real good,” she says.

I roll off her because I need to touch her. Trailing my fingertips from the tip of her chin down her neck, across her breasts and down her stomach, she writhes beneath the sensation, her abs flexing and releasing as she tenses. Her eyes are closed, her face soft, her body pliant—fully in my control. In past experiences I’ve noticed some of the women I’ve been with have been shy or uneasy at my forward approach. Teala takes my approach and turns it on its head. Her body is a familiar instrument and I know exactly where to touch and what to do to get a response. We’ve practiced. I know her. This has a multitude of benefits.

My hand drifts between her thighs, and she opens her knees wider to give me access. She’s already soaking wet and my finger slips before I make the decision to dive in.

“Like before?” she says.

“Yes. I’ll do it the same way,” I reply, leaning over to suck one of her nipples in my mouth.

Teala laughs, a throaty, turned on noise that ricochets directly to my cock.

“Although I’m not sure how long I can pretend I don’t want to be inside you instead.”

Teala brings my hand up to her mouth and licks the finger that was just inside her. “I’m ready. Let’s get you ready.”

Thank God for fast miracles. She warms up in seconds. There’s no time spent making sure she’s comfortable and wet. I’d make a wager she was dripping for me the second she walked through the door. It’s not even because of me—I don’t give myself that much credit—it’s because she hasn’t been fucked in weeks and she’s wild for it.

She pushes my hand away and rolls toward me, then mounts my stomach when I’m flat on my back. I keep my hands on her. She might think she’s in control, but I want my presence known. Then she begins her slow descent licking, tasting, kissing a trail down to my boxer briefs. When she gets there, she doesn’t hesitate. With her narrowed eyes on mine, she removes them and lets them fall to the floor.

“He looks ready,” she exclaims, raising one brow.

I nod furiously. “Understatement of the year,” I deadpan.

It sounds desperate. She doesn’t notice. She smiles and takes me into her mouth like she owns my motherfucking dick. I hiss out a breath and try to think about my grandma on a cold wet day. It doesn’t work. I don’t think that ever works, but I put my hand on her head and try not to think about how wet and warm her mouth is. I look down when she slides slowly up my shaft and sucks the tip lightly. She’s whale eyeing me. Fuck.

“You keep looking at me like that I’m going to come down your throat instead of on your tits. How do you want it?”

She watches me as she slides my dick all the way down her throat one more time.

“Fuck,” I growl.

Teala finally relents and comes away. She keeps my shaft in her hand. “I like doggy style, but I want everything. All of it. Give it to me in every single way. We have lost time to make up for,” she says, eyes burning a hole in my willpower.

Leaning up to the sitting position, I grab her by the waist and pull her back on top of me. The rush of skin on skin sets my teeth on edge. I lean over to my nightstand and pull a condom out of the box in the drawer. The wise and practical part of my brain applauds this decision, while the rest of my fucking body is saying, “Plunge into her and spray your fucking come into every orifice of her body.” Congrats, wise section of brain. You win. Tennis claps for you.

Teala takes over, rolling the condom down my dick, and I watch her hands work with a stomach roiling in anticipation. The scent of the latex switches me into a mode so carnal and barbaric I won’t come back until it’s over—until she’s sated, and my hot load is dripping somewhere on her perfect fucking body.

“I’m going to ride you first. I need to get used to you,” Teala explains, gripping the base of my shaft.

I merely nod because talking would require too many brain cells than I have available at the moment.

She shimmies up my body on her knees one at a time until her pussy is close enough for me to touch. I stroke her and my fingers glide around in her wetness with ease. I sigh and close my eyes for a moment or two, reveling in her tightness. It’s finally fucking happening. She sighs, and I meet her gaze. There’s a crinkle between her brows that usually isn’t there.

“What’s wrong?” Panic sets in. This isn’t a face you want to see when the condom is on.

“Will you want me after?” she asks.

Leaning over, she kisses my mouth—her lips cool and wet—trying to distract me from her asinine question. I don’t close my eyes, though. I keep them open to watch her, to examine her every move. Her body language tells me the answer to my question is important to her.

“You’re irrational.” I smile against her lips.

Throughout this exchange I haven’t stopped circling her clit with two fingers. Teala is grinding her hips against my hand and she’s still capable of trying to have a serious conversation. I’m not doing something right. I work harder to make every nerve ending stand on end. She opens her eyes.

“Of course I’ll want you after,” I tell her. “Sex won’t change anything.”

She seems to accept my answer as truth, because for once, it is.

The vulnerability in her expression forces the alpha to the surface. “Now sit down on my cock before I go fucking crazy.”

She smiles and moans when I move my hand away from where she wants it. Finally, she obeys me in something. She’s sinking down slowly, and my eyes roll back in my head. I let out a loud groan. I have nothing to compare it to, but I think when you first enter a woman, the pleasure is so overpowering it’s like a drug hitting your system and morphing your sense of awareness completely. Her pussy is tight and it grips me as she inches herself down, slowly.

My hands are on her hips, firmly. I’m letting her do the work because I’m trying to be a gentleman, but she only has a few more seconds before I take over. She knows it. She’s watching my face, anticipation twisting her features. Teala bites her lip in this beautiful fucking porno style move and takes my dick all the way in.

“Go. Go,” I edge, teeth clenched.

“You’re so big. I’m getting used to you,” she explains.

I know she’s toying with my emotions. Her hips rise up and lower again, faster this time. My fingers are a vice on her muscular hips. I have to make the conscious effort to not crush her bones with fucking desire.

“Compliments are nice, but I need you to fuck me like you mean it. Now, Teala. I’m not playing around anymore.”

Her neck works to swallow and she leans over to kiss me again. I don’t take my hands off her hips even though part of me wants to touch her face, her clit, her tits, my need for control dominates those urges easily.

She rides me hard then, up and down, her pink nipples hard, and her perfect tits bouncing to my favorite rhythm. Fucking. I blow out a breath and try to maintain some type of composure.

“Like this?” Teala asks, through gasps and moans. She runs a hand through her long hair as she arches her back.

It’s a view unlike any other in the world. “Just like that,” I say.

She works my cock too good from this position, so when she leans over to put her hands on my shoulders, I flip her onto her back and pin her to my mattress. She lets her hands fall crossed over her head because she knows exactly what I want. Control. I thrust into her slowly at first and relish the new sensation from this angle. Teala kisses my neck, but keeps her arms away.

Kissing her neck in return, I say, “Good girl. Just like that.”

I plunge into her harder, trying to keep most of my weight on my elbows. She’s hooked her legs around my ass and is meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, Teala. Just like that. This feels too good,” I admit. I thrust hard, as far in as I can. “Fucking,” I say, sliding out slowly, “you”—I jut my hips back in—“is my new”—I glide out again, feeling her clench me in protest—“favorite,” I growl, plunging back in again, “obsession.”

My statement makes her crazed. She reaches between our bodies and starts stroking herself in time with my thrusts. I don’t like it. I want all her pleasure. Removing her hand is easy. Keeping my weight off her body as I stroke her clit is the challenge. It gives me something to focus on besides coming. I know it will be quick if we don’t switch it up. Teala moans loudly, her face a mix of ecstasy and orgasm. I pull out at once.

“Don’t stop,” she rasps.

I have to, I think. I grab under her and flip her onto all fours. I won’t have to look at her face and it might slow things down for me. It’s not lost on me that I’ve never had this problem before and even the thought is enough to cause pause. I don’t waste any time once her ass and pussy are on display just for me. With the base of my cock in my hand, holding the condom in place, I slide into her. She growls like a motherfucking panther and starts bucking her hips back to get me in further. With a firm grip on her hipbones I slam into her so hard that the sound of skin slapping skin fills the air. She lets her head fall down into my pillows. I watch my dick slide in and out until I can’t watch anymore. Her pussy grabs it like it doesn’t want to let it go.

Teala tells me she’s coming, so I reach around and stroke her clit until she screams my name and braces herself on her elbows. My dick starts throbbing with need when the waves of her orgasm massage my dick. A little stiffness leaves her body as she tries to catch her breath.

“Flip over. Let me see your face,” I pant out.

She obeys even though my dick has to slide out so she can do so. She’s on her back, her hair a tangled mess of sex, and her face serene. God, her lips. Her fucking lips. I take them in between my teeth and pull. I could bite them off, keep them in a jar. Look at them for the rest of my life. I slide into her and still.

“I’m about to come,” I whisper against her mouth.

“Please do,” she says. “I’m impressed with your control.”

The funny thing is I have no control right now.

A few more pumps and my balls are tight and I’m tingling with the coming blast of pleasure. I lean back on my knees, tear off the condom, and stroke until hot bursts are flowing onto Teala’s tits. My face is turned to the ceiling to hide the twisted look of pure desire. My body juts a final time, and with a sigh I look down at the beautiful mess I created.

“My God, I didn’t think it would ever end,” Teala says, a laugh in her voice.

I sink back on my knees, totally spent. “I didn’t either.”

She sits up. Her tits don’t budge at the movement, but my come does.

“Shower?” I ask.

Bringing up her hands, she cups underneath the dripping mess and makes a joke about how she just got one. She rubs the come into her chest and explains it won’t drip that way. I raise my brow, impressed with her cunning. I’m light-headed when I stand from the bed and make my way to the shower. I turn it on so the water can warm and look over my shoulder when I hear her approaching. She’s coated with me, walking in my room, stepping into my shower, with me.

I smile.