Confessions of a Litigation God

I dig my fingertips into her ass cheeks as I hold still inside of her. I’m afraid my first movement will unleash something inside of me that I won’t be able to control. Testing the waters, I make a small circle with my pelvis against her, and a ripple of ecstasy travels up my spine just from that small move.

Letting my breath rush out across her neck, I tell her sadly, “I’m not going to last long. This feels too good. ” Then I move my h*ps just a little again, and that same rip of pleasure hits me hard.

“I’m not worried,” she whispers in my ear, just before she licks it. “I know you’re good for it. Now… just let go. ”

I pull my head up to look at her, amazed and grateful she’s giving me free license to f**k her like an animal, and trusting I’ll take care of her after. While we stare at each other, I pull my c**k out almost to the tip, carefully supporting her with my hands. Hovering on the edge, she watches… waits for me.

I slam back into her hard, crushing her against the wall. Her eyes close in rapture, and she lets out a pleasure-filled gasp. When she opens them back up, she says, “That’s what I’m talking about. ”

I can’t help the snicker that comes out of my mouth, because that is classic f**king Mac and I love it. We grin at each other just a moment, and then I’m claiming her mouth with my own. While my tongue f**ks her mouth, my h*ps start pumping hard, thrusting my c**k in and out of her sweet pu**y. Her arms wrap tightly around my neck and her legs squeeze at my waist.

Just as I feel the beginnings of my orgasm firing up, I realize that even though Mac has told me to let go… to f**k her hard and take my pleasure, knowing I’ll care for her after, I just can’t do it. I can’t fall off the edge before her.

So I slow it down, still making my strokes just as long and just as deep, just not as hard, not as fast. I slow my kisses down, leisurely swiping inside of her soft mouth and sucking down every moan and groan she gives me. After a particularly deep thrust that grinds our pelvic bones together, Mac starts trembling and she tears her mouth away from mine. Layering quick kisses across my jaw, to my ear, and then putting her face into my neck, she lets out a low moan and starts coming.

“That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” I praise her, as if she was coming solely to please me.

But please me it does.

Her body stiffens and then shudders so hard that it has me desperate to catch up to her. I pick up the pace until I am all-out f**king her hard again against the wall, the pictures beside our head rattling, and Mac is hanging on tight. I give myself permission and let go, falling fast into pleasurable oblivion. I slam into her one more time and pin her tight to the wall. Mac leans back, loosening her arms up, and just watches me with lustful interest.

As I unload into her, my head falls forward and rests on her collarbone. I can’t help myself.

I whisper a prayer of thanks as I come hard. “Mac… Mac… Mac…”

Chapter 15

Glancing over at Mac’s alarm clock, I see it’s getting close to noon on Sunday, and I really should get going. We f**ked our brains out all weekend. All night Friday, all day and night Saturday, and once already this morning, followed by a little nap, and then Mac woke me up by sucking on my c**k until I unloaded hot in her mouth.

I’m lying flat on my back, completely naked. Her comforter and sheet had long ago been kicked to the floor. Raising my head up slightly from the pillow, Mac is still in the same position she collapsed in about fifteen minutes ago, with her head resting on my lower abdomen, her face pointed toward my dick, which is happily recuperating from her ministrations.

Let me tell you, there is nothing hotter than being awoken from a deep sleep by having a woman suck you down the back of her throat. You’re all sleepy when you first realize what’s going on, maybe just a little confused. The pleasure is blinding because you had nothing else battling for its attention other than the peacefulness of sleep. And then, when you finally become cognizant of what’s going on… that your lover took you in her mouth and got you hard, then was going to make you come regardless of whether you woke up or not… well, just nothing hotter, in my opinion.

When I opened my eyes in the hazy morning light and saw her bent over me, head bobbing up and down and pleasure ripping through my entire body, I’m surprised I didn’t blow right there. But I held on, grabbing at her h*ps and pulling them closer to me. She never missed a f**king stroke and only hesitated once when my hand went between her legs, then she was groaning the pleasure I was giving her against my dick.

It was a divine experience.

She came, and then I came so hard that I actually shouted her name.

Running my hand up her back, I can just reach her head. I tug on her hair gently to get her attention. “Are you alive?”

“Barely,” she groans. “But damn, that was fun. ”

Chuckling, I continue to rub her hair between my fingers. This weekend has been monumental for me. I broke so many of my own rules that I’m not even sure I know who I am anymore.

What I do know, is that where Mac is concerned, I can’t seem to stay within my boundaries. I seem to be recklessly speeding forward toward something… I’m not sure what, but it involves something more than just a whole lot of good f**king.

And there was a lot of good f**king this weekend. Tons and tons, with sleep, food, and funny conversation in between. The only kick in an otherwise perfect weekend was yesterday morning, when it got a little awkward.

I woke up before Mac and was content to just lay on my side, elbow to mattress and my hand supporting my head. It allowed me to look down on her and watch as she slept, taking in tiny details that I hadn’t noticed before. She has a tiny scar at the corner of her left eyebrow that I hadn’t noticed before. When she sleeps, she breathes through her mouth, her lips just slightly parted to allow the air in and out. Her eyelashes are thick and long, something I already knew, but still fascinating to me. In fact, I reached out and ran a fingertip over them as they lay against the skin below her eye.

Mac eventually woke up, and I sucked on her ni**les for a while. Good stuff. Then I rolled over on top of her, right between her legs and, with a series of tiny pushes, worked my way in.

Fucking bliss.

I f**ked her slow… just because it was different from our usual frenzied mating. I kissed her slow, on her mouth, her jaw, her neck. It felt so very right.

“Do you have feelings for me?” Mac asked, out of nowhere I might add, and I immediately went still all over.

While I have opened myself up to a lot with Mac, I was seriously not ready to have this discussion. For God’s sake, I was just now able to feel comfortable staying in her bed all night.

Pulling my lips back from her mouth, I looked down at her and, trying to keep my voice as bland as possible, asked, “You really want to have this conversation now?”

I pushed my c**k into her deeper, so she would remember what was really important at this very moment. Her eyes closed, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and she moaned.

I took that as her acquiescence that she’d rather me f**k her, so I started moving in and out again. Slowly still, although I had thoughts to pick up the pace soon.

Before I could get going good though, she said, “Wait… I do want to talk about this now. ”

I was surprised my dick didn’t just deflate, but who was I kidding. . . it was Mac. No way was that happening, no matter how distasteful the conversation was.

Groaning, I pulled out of her and rolled off, flopping to my back. I pulled my arm up and laid it across my eyes. “I can’t believe I just got c**k blocked by you… while I was inside of you. ”

“Well… do you?”

Her voice was confident. She wasn’t asking in any hesitant way, and she was genuinely curious. I didn’t think my answer would crush her. Removing my arm, I turned my head to look at her. She was propped up on her elbow, mimicking my earlier position.

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bsp; “Honestly… I don’t know. ” That answer should have been good enough, at least in my book. But I decided to let her in on one of my feelings. “I know I hated seeing you with Carson last night. ”

“Nothing is going on between us,” she said softly, laying her hand on my chest.

“I know. But you don’t know how bad I just wanted to punch him when he was dancing with you. ” The minute those words were out, I cringed internally because of how jealous and possessive they sounded. Mac most certainly did not belong to me. Not really.

I don’t want her to belong to me.

Not really.

Scratching her nails across my skin, she asked, “What is it between you and Cal?”

I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You mean, you didn’t ask him?”

“I did… but he said it was private. ”

Ironic… Carson actually being a bit of a loyalist. “And I suppose you’d get in a snit again if I told you to mind your own business, right?”

“Right,” she agreed quickly.

Rolling my entire body toward her, I raised my hand and skimmed my fingers along her jawline. Then I brought my gaze to her and made sure she saw the seriousness in my eyes. “I’ll tell you, but I’m only going to say this once and no questions, okay?”

She nodded at me, eyes filled with excitement. Excitement, I’m sure, because I was actually getting ready to share something with her that didn’t involve sex. “Cal used to be my best friend, but he slept with my wife. So I’m sure you can understand why I hate him. ”

Mac stared at me, mouth parted, luminous eyes blinking at me. “You’re married?”

“Sorry. I mean ex-wife. ”

“But, when did this hap—?”

Placing my fingers over her lips, I said, “No questions. That’s all you need to know. ”

She smiled softly in surrender against my fingertips, and I moved my hand away. I pulled her in close to me and rolled onto my back, taking her with me. “Now that I answered your question, how about you make it up to me?”

“Oh, yeah… what did you have in mind?” she asked as she sat up and settled her heat over me. The tip of my c**k slipped in her just a fraction and about had my eyes crossing.

Putting my hands on her hips, I itched to push her down on me… impale her hard. But I held still, letting her make the move. “Well, for starters… how about you f**k me silly while you’re on top, and then after, let’s stay in your bed all weekend and only get out to eat. Deal?”

She sank down on me slowly, all the way, until we were bound tight against one another. “Deal. ”

We never talked again about Cal, or her feelings or my feelings. We kept it light on the conversation and heavy on the sex, and we even managed to watch a few episodes of Family Guy together in her bed.

It was nice… laying there watching TV with her. We weren’t even cuddling. Just both of us propped up on her pillows, sheet pulled up lightly over us, laughing our asses off.

It was also nice holding her at night. I’m surprised by how easily I slept, sharing a bed with someone. Granted, Mac’s an easy bedmate. She quietly lies on her side, letting me spoon her. She sleeps deep and heavy, hardly moving. About the only time I can get her to move is with the old “hand between the legs” trick I’ve become quite fond of employing on her.

Mac’s head moves, and I glance down. She lifts up and because she’s right there, and just because she can, and just because she’s hotter than hot, she leans over and licks me. I’m sated and exhausted after her five-star bl*w j*b, but damn if it doesn’t twitch from that warm touch of her tongue.

She looks back over her shoulder at me with a grin. “Want some more?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head with a smile. “Lunch, and then I need to get home. I have stuff I need to do around my apartment. ”