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He licked my lips.
"And let me fully immerse myself in you."
My mouth instantly went dry. My core tightened as butterflies fluttered within my stomach. Damn this man and the words he spoke. The effect he had on me was maddening. Just another example of how I had zero control and not a single ounce of power here.
It was all Mac.
"You're feeling it all, aren't you?" His voice was soft like silk, sliding against my eardrums as his words tantalized me. His touch was feather-like as his fingertips drifted up my thighs as he began to push up the bottom hem of my dress. A shiver slid down my spine just as he slid his hands beneath the waistband of my panties. "The way your breath just hitched tells me that you are." He was deliberately slow with his movements, kissing me with a tenderness as his tongue slid against mine. "If you take away one sense, it heightens the rest of them."
His mouth left mine, trailing his lips down my neck as he licked and nipped at my skin. Dropping my hands down to the hem of his shirt, I gripped the material and began to push it up his torso. My palms were against the taut muscles on his abdomen, my fingers splayed across his warm flesh. He was extremely fit, which was to be expected, considering he played hockey.
I wasn't shallow, but fuck if I didn't love the way he looked. I loved the way he felt, the way his breath caught in his throat. How his lips found mine in a haste as my fingers dropped down to the waistband of his jeans. He consumed me, breathing me in while his tongue stroked mine. I couldn't think straight with the way he was touching me in the dark.
Nothing mattered except for feeling him, tasting him, experiencing this with him.
"Fuck, Juliette," he groaned against my mouth before he broke away from me. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I heard the whoosh of his shirt as he stripped it away from his body and dropped it onto the floor, I presumed. "I fucking need to be inside you."
"How badly?" I murmured as I grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled him back to me. There was an urgency as I began to push the denim, along with his boxer briefs, down his thighs.
Mac slid his hand through my hair, gripping the base of my skull as he jerked it back. "So badly, baby." He grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth, leaving half-moon indents in my flesh before running his tongue over the crescent shapes. "Are you going to let me fuck you right here?"
He didn't make another move as he waited for me to answer. His chest heaved, we were both out of breath already, driven by need and lust. My heart was off-beat as it thumped away in my chest. There was no way to slow it down, not with Mac this close, talking the way he was.
Two could play at that game.
“You would like that, wouldn't you?"
Mac's chest vibrated as he chuckled while slowly releasing my hair. He dragged his hands down the sides of my neck, then across my collarbones, before beginning their descent down my torso. I shivered beneath his touch as the heat spread across my skin like wildfire. The sensation made me feel like I was going to spontaneously combust beneath his touch. There was no one who played my body the way he did and made it a fucking experience like this.
I would never tell him the truth, but there wasn't a single person on this planet that was comparable to Mac Sullivan. He was in a league of his own. It was like his touch was filled with magic. He was the biggest threat I had ever met. And I was walking straight into his arms instead of running in the opposite direction.
"You want me to beg, Jules?" he murmured as he traced the seam of my lips with his tongue. His kiss was rough and demanding as his mouth collided with mine. He breathed me in, drawing the air from my lungs until I was starved of oxygen. Abruptly, he broke away from me. "Just say the words and I'm down on my fucking knees."
Jesus Christ.
My skin was burning and warmth was building within the pit of my stomach without him even being inside me. This was absolutely maddening. I needed him, but this sense of power, this sense of control… The flames licked my veins, urging me to do it. To take it. To tell him exactly what I wanted from him.
"Get on your knees," I said slowly, my voice thick with lust. "Get down on your knees and beg."
Mac let out a low growl, murmuring something I didn't catch as he did exactly what I said. His hands continued to slide down my torso as he lowered himself down onto the floor in front of me. I couldn't see him, except for the outline of the top of his head. I reached for him in the darkness, my hands touching the silky soft waves. I threaded my fingers through them, giving his hair a light tug.
"You're so fucking hot," he said quietly, as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties and began to inch them down my thighs. "Please, Juliette. I need to be inside you. Please let me fuck you. Let me cover your mouth so I can keep you quiet as I fuck you up against this wall."
My insides were melting. If he didn't stop talking soon, I would be a complete puddle at his feet.
"Please let me, baby," he murmured, trailing his lips down my thigh. "Let me have my way with you." He pulled off my shoes and slid my feet through my panties. "I'm begging you, Juliette."
I stared down at him as he continued to kiss the insides of my thighs, working his way back up my body. My grip tightened on his hair as he reached the apex of my thighs.
"Goddamn, look at that pretty pussy," he groaned, running his tongue along my center. "You're so wet and ready for me, aren't you?"
Pulling tighter on his hair, I pulled his face away from my pussy and then reached for his arms to pull him to his feet. "Shut up and fuck me, Mac."
"Gladly." I could hear the smile in his voice as he rose to his feet. He kissed me in a haste before grabbing my hips and spinning me around to face the smooth surface of the wall. He lowered his mouth to my ear. "I'm not going to be gentle with you and I'm not going to take my time, pretty girl. I'm going to fuck you. Fast and hard."
Dropping one hand from my hip, he spit into his hand. He pumped his cock twice, getting it wet with his saliva before closing the distance between us again. He pushed my chest against the wall, forcing me to turn my head until my cheek was also against the wall. The plaster was cool beneath my skin that was currently caught in an inferno.
His other hand lifted my dress and gripped my hip as he pressed the tip of his cock against my center. He took a moment, sliding it through my arousal before pushing into me. I couldn't stop the moan from falling from my lips as he filled me to the brim. "Oh my god," I breathed as I felt myself stretching around his girth.
