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He chuckled as if sensing my hesitation, only this time he didn’t seem angry.
And then his tongue hit my clit, and suddenly the notion of keeping my distance from him seemed like a terrible fucking idea - because why would I deny myselfthis?
Instinctively, I clamped my thighs around his face, my hips seeking more of what he was offering, and that action didn’t hinder him, if anything, it seemed to encourage him more. As if the man needed any further encouragement. His tongue dipped and swirled, and I wasn’t sure how it was even possible, but it felt as if he waseverywhere.I moaned wantonly against him, unsure of what exactly I needed, only that I neededhimto deliver it. His hands moved back to my ass cheeks, holding me open for his perusal, and the movement made me fall forward, my hands resting against his jean-clad thighs. It was difficult not to look at his hardened cock that seemed to be pressing against the seam of his denims, and while I wasn’t confident in what I wanted to do, I had totry. My hands fumbled against his belt, releasing it on the third attempt, and despite my maneuverings, Mack gave no indication that I should stop, if anything, his tongue seemed to dip deeper in reward. I popped the button of his jeans, and when I finally realized that I may indeed have a problem - because how the hell was I going to slide his jeans from his body when he was lying in them? - he lifted his ass to assist, the movement jostled my pussy against his chin, the friction delicious and all too fleeting, and suddenly I whispered at the loss.
Forcing my mind to the task at hand, I rubbed my palm across his shaft, his hardness seeming to bob back at me in demand. My mouth was suddenly dry, and I forced myself to lick my lips as I pumped him once - twice. He groaned as my hand moved against him, and that sound was enough to embolden me - enough for me to push the memories of the one and only blowjob I had given away, throwing myself into the here-and-now of Mack’s cock. I brought my mouth closer to his shaft, blowing on it in the process as I ran my nails gently against him. He shuddered beneath me, his tongue faltering for a heartbeat. I still hadn't come yet - I knew what Mack was doing, knew that he was building me up so that when I eventually did shatter, I would be paralyzed from the amount of pleasure he gave me.
I dove in with a confidence I did not feel, kissing the crown of his cock before flicking my tongue out, tasting him in all his masculine glory. He was salty and smooth, and suddenly it wasn’t such a difficult feat to push away my past experience because, here, I was emboldened - I wasin charge, and the power it gave me was a heady fucking feeling.
I opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and sliding up and down, pushing up further down my throat with each movement. He seemed to thicken against my tongue, his thighs tensing beneath me, and I knew that he was enjoying this level of torture just as much as I was. He pressed his fingers into me, thrusting in and out as his tongue swirled and flicked against my clit. The buildup was over and it was all I could do tonotchoke on his cock as he pushed me closer and closer to climax.
I knew what he was doing - that he wanted to feel my legs quiver so that he could lift me off of him and sheath himself inside of me, but I was committed to my plan, and I wanted to feel him come down the back of my throat - I wanted totastehim. I wanted to own this experience fully in a way that hadn’t yet been offered to me.
I took him further in my mouth, groaning as my pussy clenched around his fingers. Mack’s hips seemed to buck up in response and I swallowed him down, sucking and swirling my tongue against his shaft. He removed his fingers entirely, leaving me empty and aching before his tongue dipped in again, thrusting in and out in a rapid motion that had me seeing stars. But for every move Mack had, I had a counter move planned, and I quickly decided that I liked this kind of game.
I cupped his balls, my mouth watering at the weight of them. Later, I would get to put them in my mouth, but for now, cupping them whilst I sucked his cock would have to do. His fingers pressed against my clit in response, and this time when I groaned, I was ready for the way his hips seemed to snap off the bed all of their own accord - ready to swallow him down as my one hand worked the base of his shaft, pumping him up and down as I sucked and pulled against him. He increased the pressure on my clit, his tongue darting in and out of me at a rapid pace that told me he was done playing games, and I couldn’t stop my own hips from moving - my body grinding against his face as I sought the climax that seemedjustout of reach. Still, I sucked and swallowed, breathing through my nose until I heard Mack’s choked gasp. “Hellcat, you need tostopthat, otherwise I’m going to shoot my load too soon.”
If his aim was to deter me, then Mack failed dismally because knowing that he wasclose- thatIwas responsible for his pleasure using my mouth alone was enough to make me continue the whole night if necessary. His hand suddenly fisted my hair, but before he could pull me off of him, I pushed my mouth back down on his cock, shivering as he pressed delicious circles into my clit. And then he wasn’t trying to pull me away any longer, instead, he was pushing my head down, forcing me to swallow more of him. I choked and gasped, reminding myself to breathe through my nose as my eyes watered, but still I didn’t stop.
The man was a magician because the closer he got to his own climax, the more effort he seemed to throw at my own pleasure, and suddenly I was gasping and shuddering and shaking against his face as he slammed into my mouth over and over again, his grip holding me in position as his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, refusing to allow an ounce of his pleasure to drip anywhere else. He groaned upon his release, his thighs tense and shaking while my pussy quivered against his mouth from the aftermath of his pleasure.
As we lay there, each of us panting while we fought for breath, coming down from our respective highs, I giggled. I laughed against him becauseIhad made Mack come undone with my mouth alone. In return, Mack huffed his own laughter, his hand coming down to swat my ass.
“Brat,” he groaned, but the laughter broke the spell, and soon I was moving off of him. I turned around to face him, my tank top clinging to the sweat on my body, and even though Mack hadjustpleasured me, my nipples still hardened. It was as if my body couldn’t get enough of him.
He stared at me as if I was something so much more than I truly was, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring right back, my gaze dancing along the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones, the way his eyelashes seemed to flutter on each breath, and the fact that those same eyelashes were lush and dark. One of his eyes was bruised, and where a black eye would take away from the good looks of others, it only made him appearmoreroguish. It didn’t surprise me one bit that he’d been brawling. His plump lips - the same ones that hadjustbeen pressed against my pussy - looked torn, and part of me wanted to know which Society boy he’d been brawling with.
“You should see the other guy.” Mack shrugged, a smile ghosting his lips, spoken with full Irish charm. But the thing was, Ibelievedhim, and knew that I’d be scanning the hallways for anyone remotely roughed up because I had no doubt that whoever Mack was, one-on-one, he could take these bastards.
“Come,” I fluttered my hand against his, pulling him up, because Mack needed to shower - he needed to clean his lip and ice his eye, and judging from the looks of him, he had come straight here.
He didn’t protest, he didn’t complain, instead, he sat up, allowing me to lead as he followed.
As soon as I turned the hot spray of the shower on, I looked back at him, satisfied that he was at least being useful by shucking his jeans from his body. I tugged at his vest, wordlessly demanding that he remove that item of clothing,too. His lips turned into a smirk that heated my insides, but he complied. And then his hands were on my shirt, tugging it from my body, silently ordering me to comply to the same set of rules I had just issued him, and despite havingjustshowered, I complied. The idea of standing beneath the spray with Mack was mighty appealing.
I didn’t think as I stepped in next to him, my fingers sliding against his chest - his muscles, as I silently inspected him for any further damage that Society fuck might have done. Thankfully, Mack allowed it. I wasn’t sure when, but at some point, as much as Mack had claimed me as his, I had claimed him as my own, and while we could never be more than what we were as we both fulfilled our servitude, looking at the bruises on his face and the marks across his skin, I knew that I’d protect him. Even as I was handling The Warden’s business and seeking my own answers, I’d protect him.
I lifted his knuckles, inspecting them, not the least bit surprised that they were bloody and raw. And while a big part of me knew that he could win - that whatever he did it was probably deserved, a greater part was worried - because he could just as equally give himself away, put himself at risk in a way that being able to bloody his knuckles wouldn’t get him out of.
“How bad will the backlash be?” I asked the question quietly, but I knew he heard me, felt the way his breathing seemed to stop and then start again.
“There won’t be any fallout over this.” My hand was still splayed upon his chest, his answer rumbling through me in that way that made my toes curl. My gaze tracked his face - his expression, and I couldn’t find the lie that I was looking for, instead, I only saw sincerity.
“You need to be careful.” It was the only thing I could say, but even that wastoo much. A lump formed in my throat as I stared up at him, his frame so much larger than mine, and I couldn’t imaginenotcaring about him, even when we were out of this place, living separate lives, I knew that I would use whatever influence I had to keep himsafe. And that was a frightening thought because the last person I cared about - truly cared about, had been taken by the hands of The Society.
The irony that he was at the mercy of The Society - the same way that Chantal had been - wasn’t lost on me, but I couldn’t think about that, instead, I turned away from him, content to wash the new layer of sweat from my skin. But then his fingers threaded into my hair, and it took me a heartbeat to realize what he was doing - the sound of the shampoo bottle being squeezed systematically suddenly too loud for this small space. My chest ached as Mack washed my hair, taking care of me in a way I had long since forgotten.
Chapter Nineteen : An Initiation of A Different Sort
Marissa
BythetimeIhit the bottom step, Kylie had stopped twitching, her body’s spasms coming to a complete halt. I swallowed the nausea that burned my throat. I couldn’t afford to show any weakness, not here - not when I was so close.
My fist wrapped around the diamond choker, warmth coating my hands, and as I looked down I realized that I was bleeding. Had I squeezed the diamond too hard and cut myself? Or had I injured myself in some other way?
It didn’t matter - not really, but I allowed my mind to lock onto that thought - anything other than thinking about Kylie; the girl whose head was slammed in the door; or the one I left in the fridge.
One man stood at the center of the foyer, waiting for the victor to arrive. It was Blaine - the menacing frat boy that screamed Society. His muscles tensed as I approached, his dark hair fell across his forehead, and if his eyes weren’t the color of ink, he may have been attractive. But when I was around him, I didn’t feel arousal, I felt fear because he was menacing and mean. A bully of the worst sort, and this position that The Society gave him only served to fuel his ego and his temper.
