Standing from the bed, I walk over to Mac and lift her face with my finger under her chin. When I have her full attention, I tell her, “I lied. I wasn’t with anyone this weekend. And you lied for that matter, too. You didn’t sleep with anyone else. ”
She jerks away from me, acting affronted by my proclamation. “What makes you think I lied?”
Smiling at her determined efforts to thwart my confession, I pull her into my arms and wrap my arms tight around her. I kiss her softly, tenderly, so she knows this isn’t about lust.
It’s about truth.
“I know you lied for the same reason I did. We don’t want to admit this attraction, yet both of us are obsessed by it. You can’t get me out of your mind, just as I can’t get you out of mine. I’m tired of fighting it, and I’m tired of jerking off when I’d rather be sunk deep inside of you. So I’m not fighting it anymore. ”
She gives me a stuttering breath and a half smile. I lean down and kiss her again, just a light breeze of my lips across hers. She melts further into me, and I can feel her heart beating hard against my chest. I do nothing but hold her, letting her decide what she wants to do. I hope to God she decides to let me have her, but if she doesn’t, I’ll grudgingly respect that. Just as long as she understands I haven’t been with anyone but her since we’ve met.
Mac pushes out of my arms and I drop them to my side, watching her warily. We stare at each other, and I can’t see anything in her eyes that will tell me what’s going on in that brilliant brain of hers. Just as I’m suspecting she might be showing me the door, she surprises me instead and drops to her knees. Peeking up at me under lashes so thick it’s hard to see the green in her eyes, she slowly unzips my pants and reaches a hand inside, grasping onto my aching dick.
Oh, God that feels so amazing… so f**king right.
It’s her hand that feels so right.
I go absolutely still, knowing that my deepest fantasy tonight is getting ready to come true. I draw a deep breath in and hold it, waiting. She lifts her chin so I can see her eyes more clearly, and what I see scares me. She’s quietly confident, knowing that she has a bit of power over me right now. Because let’s face it… most men would do anything for the prospect of getting a great bl*w j*b.
I need her to know that’s not me, though. That no matter what she does to me… what I do to her… none of that translates into anything more than just good sex.
Reaching out with my fingers, I lightly stroke them on her cheek. “This is just sex, McKayla… nothing more. ”
She doesn’t lower her gaze, just stares at me with the same confidence. I didn’t knock her down a peg at all. I think I may have just become a challenge to her.
She squeezes me gently, and air comes wheezing out of my lungs. Her eyes drop and she leans forward, running her tongue from the base of my c**k to the tip, causing a violent shudder to rip up my spine. She looks back up at me and says, “As long as it’s nothing less. ”
Christ, I’m done for.
My fingertips leave her cheek and push into her hair, wrapping around the back of her head. I pull her forward… urging her to wrap her lips around me.
“Fair enough,” I growl at her, and even though she’s thrown the gloves down, I’m not going to engage in a battle with her. It will be my way, or the highway… eventually… after she sucks me off.
***
My eyes open up, and I raise my head for a quick glance at the clock on the bedside table. Six AM on the dot. My internal clock never fails me, no matter how little sleep I get the night before.
Returning my head to the pillow, I lean forward and push my nose into the pile of silky, black hair in front of me. It smells like spring flowers or some shit like that. Definitely good.
I’m lying on my right side, pressed up against a soft, beautiful woman. I’m spooning her.
I don’t f**king do spooning.
I don’t do sleepovers.
I haven’t slept with a woman all night since my ex-demon-wife killed all of my desires for true intimacy.
Yet, here I am… here I stayed, and f**k… I still have no desire to leave even after I remind myself this isn’t truly who I am.
I should get up and get some coffee… some breakfast. Depositions start back up at nine AM.
But I don’t move, and yeah… I press in a little closer to Mac.
Last night was incredible. Rather, beyond incredible.
Mac embodies the ultimate fantasy woman for me. She gave me a b**w j*b last night that was so good, had me coming so hard, that I lost feeling in my legs and collapsed back on the bed. All I really remember is mumbling, I think rather incoherently, but in my mind, I knew what I was saying.
“Mac… Mac… Mac…”
She crawled up beside me, I swear licking her lips, and laid her head on my chest until I recovered. Which only took a few minutes, then I was on her, returning the favor and one-upping her on the orgasm count.
Then it was on for the rest of the evening. I made sure that we were still clear on the parameters. After she would come but before she lost that glazed look in her eyes, I’d lean over and peer into her eyes. I would say, “You know this is just sex, right?”
I had to make sure she understood that.
She would smile at me with sex-drunken eyes, nod her head, and then we’d start kissing again.