Page 79 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

“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.

He bends to press a kiss to the inside of my knee. “You’re so sexy.”

“Thanks. So are you,” I whisper.

He smooths his hands up the inside of my legs, lips following the same path. He presses one just below my navel, then leans back and slides his thumbs under the elastic at my waist. “I want to see all of you, Ophelia.”

I shiver at the hot look in his eyes and the gravel in his voice and lift my hips again in silent assent.

He pulls them down my thighs, tossing them aside and still my socks remain.

“Do you have a foot aversion?”

He shakes his head.

“Fetish?” I press.

He lifts my right leg and kisses my ankle. “I don’t want your feet to get cold, and you always wear cute socks.” He kisses his way up the inside of my calf to my knee, then switches to my other leg, eyes darkening as he locks on my sex.

“Do we need a cute name for your vagina?” He moves past my knee, biting softly. “Like ‘precious.’”

“Not ‘precious’!” I laugh. “We can’t steal that from our friends no matter how much I love LoTR.”

“Hmm.” He sucks the skin and I sigh. “How about honey pot?”

I laugh and he grins but continues kissing a path along the inside of my thigh.

“What’s wrong with pussy?” My stomach tightens as he draws closer to where I ache the most. “They’re cute and soft.”