Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Here sweetheart, for your knees.” Mac moves to sit on the edge of the bed and tucks a pillow under me, then spreads his thighs to accommodate me. I run my hands up his thick, muscular thighs, taking in his gloriously naked form. He’s tall and lean, and right now he looks absolutely feral for me.
I keep my eyes on his as I curve my hand around his length and stroke him twice before leaning in to brush my lips over the crown.
“Fuck, Fee.”
Mac watches me as I leave wet, open-mouth kisses along the shaft. His lids are hooded, lips parted as I cover the head with my mouth. His hips jerk when I take more of him and he fists the comforter.
I pop off, lips moving against the head as I speak. “It’s okay to touch me.”
He lifts a shaking hand and skims my cheek. “I just want to stay in control.”
“What if I don’t want you to?” I kiss the head again. “Will you guide me, so I can learn what you like.”
“I’m holding on by a thread here,” Mac admits.
“Please?” I lick the bead of precum dripping down the tip. “I want to know what gets you hot.”
“You, Ophelia. You get me hot.” His jaw tightens and his eyes flash with heat.
I pull a line from Cammie’s fic. “I want to be your perfect girl, Mac.”
“Fucking hell, Fee.” He sits up and slides his hands into my hair. “You’re sure about this?”
The throb between my thighs tells me I’m absolutely positive. “Please.”
His fingers are gentle, but his expression verges on feral, like he’s struggling to keep himself in check. And I love that I do this to him.
He tentatively guides my mouth, careful not to go too deep. When I hum contentedly, he groans. So I do it again, louder this time.
His fingers tighten in my hair, so I suck him deeper, tonguing the head.
“So fucking pretty.” He shudders, jaw snapping shut, hips jerking forward. The head bumps the back of my throat, but I don’t stop, sucking noisily.
He pulls out, eyes wild as a line of spit connects from the tip to my bottom lip, then drips down my chin. He wipes the spit away, chest heaving.
I grin up at him, my hair still fisted in his hand. “Do you like it when I’m noisy?”
His cheek ticks. He’s silent a moment. “Yeah.” He swallows thickly. “I think I do. A fucking lot.”
“And messy?”
“Uh huh.”
“Me, too.” I lick my lips. “You don’t have to be so gentle. I’ll tap your thigh if it’s too much.”
His eyes search mine and then his mouth is on mine, hard and demanding. He pulls back after a few rough strokes of tongue and grips his cock in his free hand. I open my mouth and he taps my bottom lip with the head before sliding back inside.
I make needy desperate sounds as he fucks my mouth, letting go of some of his careful control. And when he warns me that he’s about to come, I take him deeper, until the head hits the back of my throat, loving how good it feels to touch and taste him, to have him lose control just for me.
I understand now why my friends can’t get enough of each other; it’s a rush to make him feel good like this, to be the one who takes care of his needs. When he’s turned into a wet noodle, I ease him out slowly and kiss my way up his chest.
“Hi.” I smile down at him.
“You’re a fucking demon.” He wraps his arms around me and moves us so we’re stretched out on the bed, him on top of me again.
I bat my lashes. “Was I so pretty with your cock in my mouth?”
“Gorgeous,” he growls and slants his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply. “Thank you.” He brushes my bottom lip with his thumb. “That was incredible.”
“Five-stars incredible?” I tease.
“All the stars. The whole damn galaxy.” He kisses my temple, then my cheek. “I’d like to taste you now, Ophelia.”
Warmth rushes through me. “I want that, too.”
His smile turns devilish as he kisses a path down my body, stopping at every sensitive part that elicits a gasp or moan. When he reaches my navel, he folds back on his knees. He’s already hard again. Anticipation makes everything tighten as he skims the waistband of my jeans, his gaze fiery with lust. “Should I take these off now?”
“Please.”
His hands shake lightly as he pops the button and drags the zipper down. I lift my hips to help, and he pulls them down my thighs, leaving my panties in place. My jeans are wide leg, so my socks stay put.
Mac kneels between my parted thighs, his bottom lip sliding through his teeth as he runs his palms up my shins, eyes moving over my mostly naked body. I don’t feel shy or awkward with him. Mac makes me feel safe and cared for. He’s not just my boyfriend, he’s my friend, my teammate.