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His lips moved against mine.Finally. It started out with the lightest pressure, but soon enough his tongue danced against mine, and I was frantic in my need to devour him. As hard as he kissed me, I kissed him backharder, until he nipped my lip, pressing his body even deeper into me, and I didn’t even care about how hard and uncomfortable the door was behind me. In this moment, all I wanted was him. As he kissed me deeper, I parted my thighs slightly, encouraging him to press into me even further. I imagined that this was how teenagers acted when they were left alone with the opposite sex in the comfort of their bedrooms - an experience so foreign to me, I almost ached to reenact everything I missed withhim.
I knew I needed oxygen - knew I needed to come up for air, but I also knew that I didn’t give a fuck, not when his tongue tasted like whiskey and mint. He hadn't seemed like a fan of the champagne Raquel had ordered, and that action alone made me like him a little bit more. I unclenched my fist, releasing his shirt now that I was confident that he wasn’t going anywhere, and as he angled my head further, he continued kissing me in a dizzying motion that left me with little doubt about what he could do with his tongue. I traced my hand over his body, the hard ridges of his chest making me want to rip the clothing from his body. Mack wasn’t like the other guys - he didn’t shoot shit simply for the sake of it. He didn’t talk a big talk, instead, he was quiet -nice- observing everything around him, but judging by the muscles he had, he was certainly more than just a pretty face.
The need for oxygen burned my lungs, and finally, I pulled my lips from his, gasping for air as Mack stood there and smirked. I knew he wasn’t unaffected, but the fact that he wasn’tpanting- wasn’t breathing in the air around us like I was annoyed me. I glided my palm further down, sliding over his dick through his jeans.
“You want the kind of sex where I give you multiple orgasms and you’re so delirious from pleasure you can’t think, then you need tostop trying to rush this. I promise you,” he pressed his forehead against mine, “I’ll make it good for you. Just let me take my time.”
My hand relaxed against his body almost instantaneously because I couldn’t argue with that - not when it sounded so damn appealing.
But then he was moving again - not even waiting for a response, and I was so damnthankfulbecause I didn’t want tothink- didn’t want my lips to formwords- not when his tongue had tasted so sweet against mine.
His mouth held mine once more, and it was as if I was suspended, unable to concentrate on anything but him. I was dimly aware that he was walking me backwards, guiding ussomewhere- hopefully a bed, or a wall, or a shower. Anything at this point would suffice.
And then my back hit something soft as he pressed me down into the comforter of his bed, and I knew it washisbed and not mine because the entire room smelled like him - a mixture between his aftershave and mint. As soon as his body hit mine, I bent my knees and parted my legs, knowing exactly where I wanted him.
But once again, it was Mack who pulled the handbrake on my administrations, choosing to pull down the front of my dress instead, growling as he realized that the bodice wastoo tightfor him to tug my breasts free over the top. It didn’t matter, I had learned a long time ago that being fully naked wasn’t a requirement for fucking, and as long as Boy Wonder over here put his cock inside me, then I’d have no complaints.
His lips left mine, pulling back for a second as a frown marred his face as he gazed down on me, and that look alone made me want to gut him all over again - because WHY WAS HE FROWNING? I wasn’t vain and didn’t need to have sonnets written about my beauty, but frowning at a girl whilst she was spread and ready for you in bed was definitely a mood killer.
His hands moved across the bodice of the dress, feeling the fabric almost tentatively, and I lay there enamored with him as I held my breath. I always hated those girls who couldn’tbreathebecause of a boy, and yet here I was - breathless because of Mack.
He’s not a boy. My mind was an unhelpful bitch at the best of times, but my internal running commentary certainly wasn’t needed right this second. The sound of material tearing registered too late, and suddenly my breasts bounced free. The paneling hadn’t allowed for a bra, and under Mack’s gaze, there was no hiding the protruded points of my nipples. His gaze widened a fraction, and suddenly he wasn’t frowning anymore - he lookedenthralled. A moment later, he brought his lips to my breast, kissing my cleavage almost reverently. This was the part of sex I hadn’t done. Sure, I’d had a boy’s fingers inside me because that was an easy accomplishment within the tight confines I usually found myself having sex in, but those restrictions also meant that there hadn’t been time for someone to be laving on my nipples. The thought of someone spreading me wide so they could dip their tongue inside of me was almost ludicrous considering that ninety percent of my sexual encounters boasted a dumpster of some sort - and that shitstank. It was a novelty - an enlightening experience, and as he kissed his way towards my nipple, pulling the damn thing into his mouth as hesuckedon my chest, his stubble grazing against my flesh in a way that made mepant, I knew that this was an experience I wanted to repeat. I arched up into him, offering my chest to his skilled mouth as I moaned wantonly. He didn’t stop - didn’t relent - he simply moved to the next breast, offering that nipple the same expert attention, and I thought I might die from the feel of him - come from his mouth on my breasts alone because this washeaven. My pussythrobbedwith need as I whimpered and gasped, wanting everything this man had to offer.
My legs fell open even wider, and I knew that without a fathom of a doubt that I was wet and ready.
“Please.” The word fell from my lips without any conscious thought. Later, I might realize that I gave into him - that I begged, but in this moment, I didn’t care - it didn’t matter because he was on top of me, and my body was onfirefor him. He released my nipple with a loudpop,his green gaze bore into me as he took in my writhing body. He slid down my body with ease, and all I could feel wasreliefbecause he was going tofuckme - I would get to feel him inside of me, and right now, that sounded like the best thing on earth. But just when his body was more-or-less aligned with mine, he kept going - kept sliding down my body.
My protest was cut off in an instant as his hands peeled my panties down my thighs, eventually discarding them. And before I could utter a sound, his mouth was on me, and it was better than I could have ever imagined. He licked me with the finesse of a man accomplished in his task. It wasn’t hurried, and he didn’t flick his tongue straight into my opening, instead, he swirled and nibbled my clit, allowing my climax tobuild. It was almosttoomuch - almostpainful,actually; the feel of his fingers pressed into my thighsjust so, the graze of his stubble against my pussy, the way he flicked his tongue against my nub. In that moment, I didn’t care if the entire world burned down around us - in fact, if this is what destruction felt like, I may have even participated, because this feeling - this never ending buildup waseverything.
Ignoring my clit entirely, he moved his lips further down, lapping at my pussy, his tongue dipping in and out. I had never heard myself make the sounds that were coming out of my mouth - I moaned and arched and panted, and at some point, I attempted to thread my fingers into his hair, but in the end, I simply pressed my fingers against his scalp, holding him there - terrified that he wouldmove- that this was all just one big giant tease.
“Please don’t stop.” The words fell from my lips on a breathy moan. “Don’t stop.Pleeeease.”
I wasn’t sure if it was my voice - the begging - the way I held his head in place, but suddenly Mack was no longer content to work me upslowly. He slid two fingers inside of me, pumping in and out in a vigorous motion, and then he wrapped his mouth around my clit and sucked.
This… this was not a boy. Mack was a master of pleasure, and it didn’t take long before my hips seemed to snap away from the bed as my pussy grinded in his face. He grunted, but didn’t retreat, if anything, he seemed to fuck meharderwith his mouth -deeperwith his fingers, until suddenly I was flying. I wasn’t here - I couldn’t be, not when I wasn’t even aware of the room - or the grounds - or The Society - or anything else that mattered in my life. All I was aware of was the pleasure that rocked through me, tingling from the base of my spine all the way to my curling toes.
And when I finally came back to myself, Mack hadn't pulled away from me - hadn’t removed his lips from my pussy, instead, he simply kept going, and I immediately felt the beginnings of another orgasm start to build.
“Mack…” this time it was his name I moaned, and I wasn't even certain if I was asking him tostopor begging him to continue. But it didn’t matter because the man was relentless, curling his fingers inside me in a way that had me grinding against his face once more until I was a moaning, writhing, shaking mess as every nerve ending was ignited with pleasure.
It was only then that Mack stood up, looking over me with a very distinct self-satisfied male smirk. His shirt came off almost fluidly, and I could do nothing to help, so spent from all the pleasure he bestowed, but that didn’t mean I wasn't watching - that I didn’t take him in. I allowed my gaze to take in his chest - the tattoo on his right pec that looked like a coat of arms of sorts - the washboard abs, the scars the seemed to shine under the light. He was magnificent. His hands tugged at his belt, his fingers working the buttons of his jeans, and suddenly he was naked, the material falling to the floor. I wanted toblush- wanted tolook away, but I couldn’t. Instead, I allowed my gaze to dip down and take him all in, his cock standing proud and tall, so large it reached his belly button.
Definitely not a boy.
And before I could say something witty - or widen my thighs in invitation, he was tearing the foil of a packet, sheathing his dick in a condom.
“We’re not taking any chances - not with the way The Society runs things.”
I could only nod because he wasright, and while I didn’t want to fight, I kind of felt like I should.
Without giving it any further thought, Mack stared down at me, and I suddenly realized how high his bed actually was. Standing up as he was, he could probably push right into me - no need to climb onto the bed whatsoever. He seemed to have the same thought because not a moment later, his hands wrapped around my calves as he pulled me closer to the edge. The head of his cock nudged my entrance, and despite having just had two orgasms, heat pooled at my core once more. Mack stilled, taking in this moment as if it defined our futures. His hands fisted my torn dress that hung off of me in tatters, and with one final rip, he released my body from the confines of the material, and just like that I was fully naked, on a bed, about to have the best sex of my life. If his oral skills were anything to judge him on at least.
His exhale seemed to rattle the room as hefinallypushed into me, inch by delicious inch. The stretch burned, but it wasn’t an unbearable kind of pain - it was the kind of pain I knew I’d feel the next day. He pulled back slightly, allowing my own wetness to work in our favor before sliding in deeper this time, and then he did it again, and again, until he was seated at the hilt. He stilled his body, and it took me a moment to realize that he was giving me time to adjust to him and his size. Once I could breathe a bit easier, even with him lodged inside me, I shifted my hips slightly, indicating that he could move.
He slid in and out, his expression one of strain until he slammed back into me. “You’re so fuckingtight.” His voice was hoarse, and I swear if sex had a sound,thatwas it. I moaned unintelligibly, bending my knees so that he could slide indeeper,and this time when he slammed into me, the breathe in my lungs was punched out and I arched beneath him, clawing at the comforter of his bed becauseholy fucking hell. Mack was everything I didn’t even know I was missing. He slammed into me over and over again, and I writhed before him.
But then he started talking, and I could have sworn the man was trying to kill me.
