“Good. Now, strip those clothes back off and get in the middle of the bed.”
I eyed Mack sideways. “You want me to get naked and sit in the middle of the bed. How is this part of the bonding experience? Because I’m fairly sure the siblings who bond with each other don’t do this.”
He lifted his chin in an extravagant way, haughty, but his dancing brown eyes gave the game away. “Bonding is an intensely personal experience and varies wildly from pair to pair. And I like you naked. Hop to it.”
“Sir, yes sir,” I answered with a smart salute. My cute medium apparently had a plan. I was game for it even if I didn’t understand what he intended to do with us both naked. Donovan had told me about his bonding to Jon, and they hadn’t even realized the bond had rooted itself. I didn’t think this would take anything elaborate. Still, I was far from the expert in the room.
I stripped, not a bit self-conscious. Mack lined the door and window with rock salt, I assumed to make sure we had absolutely no interruptions. Climbing into the middle of the bed, I got comfortable, my legs stretched out in front of me.
Once Mack was satisfied, he took off his boxers and strode toward the bed. I always enjoyed the view when he walked around in front of me like this. Mack was a little self-conscious about his stomach, as his abs hid under a few layers of padding. He made comments sometimes about wishing he could avoid cheese better, and perhaps going to the gym, but the truth was I liked him this way. Soft and cuddly.
Mack climbed up, right into my lap and straddled my thighs. He arranged it so his legs were half wrapped around my hips, the two of us facing each other. My arms automatically folded around him to hold him in place and I stole a kiss, which he returned.
“Don’t distract me,” he scolded, the frown ruined by the smile threatening to take over. “Now, sync your breathing with mine.”
I held my breath for a second to do that, then fell in a rhythm with him. Mack coaxed my head down so our foreheads touched and I sat there, breathing with him, feeling the solid heat of him in my arms. It was incredibly intimate. We should definitely do this more often.
It distracted me from asking what he would do next. How did a medium bond, anyway?
“Oh,” he murmured, lips curling up in a pleased way. “Oh, that is nice. I feel you.”
“Really?” I didn’t feel a damn thing. Other than horny. He’d done something already?
“Yes. You’re very distinct to me now.” Mack lifted his head and peered at me thoughtfully. “Interesting. You look clearer too.”
I didn’t think he was talking about the need for glasses. “Clear how?”
“It’s like you’re…brighter? More solid? I don’t know how to describe the difference. I see you with much more clarity than before.” This delighted Mack. He was smugger than the Cheshire Cat. “Beau said it would be like this once we bonded. It’s lovely. We should have done this so much sooner.”
“Agreed.” I would have, if I’d even suspected he’d go for it. But I had a feeling coming down here had been necessary for him to sort out his feelings enough to trust what he felt for me. I just had one pet peeve. “I really can’t feel you in return, though. Dammit.”
“Did you expect to?” he asked, amused.
“Well, no.” I’d been told by several people it wouldn’t happen. Didn’t mean I didn’t wish for it.
“But you wanted to,” Mack said knowingly. “It’s alright, ma moitié. You’ve got radar for me anyway, it’s not like you need it.”
I snorted, as I didn’t have radar. I just kept an eye and ear trained on him at all times. “What does that mean? You’ve called me that twice now.”
“My other half,” he translated with a crooked smile. “Now. Ready for stage two of my grand plan?”
“Sex?” I asked hopefully. The nakedness had to be for a reason.
“Certainly, mon cher. But my thought was this. We have a bed, privacy, and time. Do you want to try bottoming?”
So he was just going for a morning of firsts all around. I was game for it, if a little nervous. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d like this, even though I’d played around a bit with both fingers and a dildo, trying it out. It had felt nice, but odd. I didn’t want a good morning to go in a bad direction.
Some of this trepidation must have shown on my face as he said, “We’ll try in stages. If at any point, it doesn’t sit well with you, it’s fine. We’ll just switch. You’re always welcome to take me.”
“Yeah, okay.” I blew out a breath, trying to dismiss my nerves. “Let’s try.”
Mack kissed me, sweet and gentle. I could feel the distant stirring of passion lifting its head, but this morning wasn’t really about that. It was about connection, about a new level of intimacy we’d started. I think he was also anxious to make this good for me, and I appreciated the effort.
The kiss deepened as we explored each other’s mouths. My hands roved over his back and hips, tracing along smooth skin I knew very well. We took our time this morning, lingering over places we knew the other enjoyed being touched.
Mack shifted off my lap, coaxing me onto my hands and knees, and I went. I folded my arms, head touching the mattress, getting comfortable. Nerves still skittered, but most of me lit up with anticipation. I heard more than saw him pull condoms and a tube of lube closer. He’d set them on the nightstand at some point. Then his hands were back on my ass, massaging and gently pulling the cheeks apart. I tensed up instinctively, then scolded myself mentally for it. I knew better than that. It would make things harder if I didn’t relax.
The hot puff of air was the only warning I had before his tongue found my entrance and gave it a good swipe. Startled, I clenched my hands into the sheets. That felt potentially nice. It was there and gone so quick—his tongue came again, lingering, tracing, and a shudder of pleasure shot up my spine, surprising me. Fuck, that felt good. I didn’t expect it to feel that good.
“Have to rim you more often,” I gasped out, nerves alight from what he was doing to me. “God, I had no idea it felt this good.”
Mack chuckled but didn’t respond. His tongue jabbed into me, fucking me. Shivers of pleasure shot up my spine, and I trembled a little under it. Seriously, this felt far too amazing. Even if I found out later I didn’t like being fucked, I’d still ask him to do this to me again.
He pulled back, and I nearly whined in protest. I was not ready for him to stop. Maybe next year sometime.
The cap popped, and I had an idea of what he would do next. I bit my tongue to still the protest, waiting to see what his fingers would feel like. Mack had these lovely pianist fingers, slim and long. The first one entered and stroked, and that wasn’t bad. Kinda felt nice. Still a little odd, but I liked it.
When Mack didn’t get any sort of protest, he pushed a second one in, and while it burned, I’d expected it. It still only felt nice. I wasn’t sure why people were so fixated on anal sex or why Mack enjoyed it so much. The penetration wasn’t doing much for me.
Then he crooked those fingers, and on the next thrust in, my whole body spasmed in pleasure as he stroked over my prostate. I literally saw stars for a second. I made a sound I swear I hadn’t made before, vibrating under his hands.