The Distance Between Us (MAC Security 3)

“My turn.”

He smirks and I slide down his body, pushing his t-shirt up to his neck and starting on his jeans. I wrestle them down his thighs, nearly falling on my ass as I try to get them off in a frenzy.

His chuckle bounces off the walls and I relax a little bit. It’s been a while since this last happened and if I’m honest with myself, I’m kind of nervous.

He sits up, pulling his t-shirt over his head and then shimmying the rest of the way out of his jeans, all the while I stay kneeling between his legs. His hands come under my arms and he lifts me up, putting me down on his lap. My legs open and rest on either side of his thighs, I’d only need to move slightly and he’d be inside me.

We breathe each other in, nose to nose as he wraps his arms fully around my waist and lifts me up, pushing inside of me slowly.

My mouth opens and forms a perfect O as I feel every single inch of him. I let my body adjust to his length and width before I start to move. He doesn’t let me go, just holds me tighter against him and buries his head in my neck, the catch of his breath as I take him down to the hilt making me shiver.

“Kitty.” He groans my name, a silent plea.

I know exactly how he feels and I start to move quicker, my walls closing tighter around him.

He pulls back, kissing me softly on the lips and resting them against mine as we both breathe in and out. His hands slide from around me, one going to my pussy and circling the nub of my clit, the other one gripping me at my hip.

“I need to feel you,” he says into my mouth.

I nod in reply and close my eyes, my body starting to buzz with the impending orgasm that threatens to rip through me.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want to see you.”

I open them back up, staring at him. His chocolate brown eyes swirl with emotions that I’m sure I’ve seen before, but I know better than that. He doesn’t see me as anything but a body to keep his bed warm as and when he chooses. Nothing more and nothing less. I know better now than to think there is more to it than just sex, I learned that lesson a long time ago.

My orgasm slams through me and I want nothing more than to close my eyes so that I can pretend that I don’t see the fake emotion in his eyes, but I know better than to look away. My back bends as the buzz starts low and deep and I moan his name just as my walls clamp down on him. He lifts me faster and harder, bringing himself to the edge before he has his own orgasm.

We stay like that for several minutes, neither of us daring to move as I feel the mixture of our wetness start to travel down the inside of my thighs.

I slowly start to come to my senses and realize what we just did.

This was a mistake.

The guilt that fills me is something I hate feeling, I can feel it clawing its way through me, overtaking any rational thought. I’m a cheater. It doesn’t matter what context it’s in, I cheated.

My body stiffens as Kitty comes out of the en-suite bathroom fully dressed. I can’t quite meet her eyes and her answering huff makes it known that she knows what I’m about to do.

She never stays afterwards, she knows the score. I can’t have her sleeping in my bed, not like that anyway.

“Bye.”

I don’t acknowledge her because I’m stuck in my own head, in the memories of a time when I was happy.

“Charlie?”

A smile automatically spreads on my face at her melodic voice, I never get tired of hearing it.

“In here!” I call back, leaning back in my desk chair and watching the door that leads from the home office to the hallway for her to come through. Her bright blond hair is the first thing I see, then those aqua blue eyes. Eyes that I get lost in every time I look into.

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“Hey.” She smiles, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey, yourself.”

Neither of us move, we both just stay staring at each other. It’s always been the same, ever since we first met. I can still remember the first time I saw her, the devastation I felt at how beat up and bruised she was. I did everything in my power to take her from the foster parents who were mistreating her.

I begged and pleaded with Ma and Dad to help, and once they met her, I knew they wouldn’t be able to let her go home, not after they saw her face.