“Oh, you do like it,” Mack purred, sounding entirely too smug. “Want a third finger, mon cher?”
I nodded frantically, words beyond me. The third finger burned too, but I was past caring. Mack stroked my prostate like he was playing a musical instrument. I wanted nothing more than for him to keep doing it, but I was also hard as a rock and aching. I had to put a hand to myself, stroking a little just to get some relief.
The crackle of the condom wrapper made a dim impression on me. The removal of Mack’s fingers was more my immediate concern. Was he—?
Mack’s hands grabbed my thighs, pulling me out a little and down, and I realized even kneeling, we didn’t line up right. Came with having long legs. I adjusted down, tilting my torso so it lay almost flat against the bed, and that apparently gave him the right angle. I felt the blunt tip of his dick touch me and stay there.
“Still okay?”
I turned my head so I wasn’t speaking into the mattress. “Come on.”
With a grunt, he pushed in about an inch. Okay, that burned more than I’d expected, but my body was still wild with need. I pushed back into him, urging him silently on. He sank in slowly with a sigh, as if he was just as relieved to be moving. He’d used a lot of lube, I could feel that, as he slid in smoothly. Mack gave us both a few seconds to adjust, then he pulled back, thrusting again with a bit more force. He didn’t hit the sweet spot, but I could feel him adjust, searching for the right angle.
On the third thrust he found it. I threw my head back, eyes slipping closed so I could focus on just the sensation of him fucking into me. My hips moved of their own accord, my body craving that amazing pleasure. Mack’s hands landed on my hips, and we found a good rhythm. He gave a soft grunt, almost a gasp, with each thrust, and I could tell he loved every second of this. As much as I did. I fell into the physical feeling of it, where it was all heat and motion and sensation.
Mack’s hips abruptly sped up, slamming into me. He had to be close. I certainly was, and aching for completion. Lifting up an inch, I wrangled a hand under me, and despite the awkward angle, started jerking myself off. I loved what Mack was doing, but I needed a hand on my cock to get me off.
My climax ripped through me like a tidal wave gone rogue, catching me by surprise. I let out a garbled shout as I came, vision going black. I felt so lightheaded with it, my head spun in a lazy turn. Mack’s warm weight sprawled across my back and he abruptly stopped thrusting. I was so lost in the aftershock of my own climax it took me a second to realize he’d come too.
Mmm. That was nice, that he’d liked this role reversal so well.
I lay flat in the puddle of my own cum for who knew how long before the stickiness got to me. Mack was still sprawled on top of me and made no signs of wanting to move soon. “Mack?”
“Hmm.” He sounded blissed out for a second. Then he startled. “Shit, I spaced out. You okay? Let me pull out.”
“I’m far better than okay,” I assured him wryly. As he pulled free, I winced a little. Ow. Yeah, okay, I’d feel that later. It was minor, though, like a bruise you only realized later you’d gotten from somewhere. As he moved away, I rolled onto my side and gave him a (probably sappy) smile. “I now understand why you like it.”
Mack smiled back, happy and clearly relieved. “Yeah? I could tell you were enjoying yourself, but enough to do it again?”
“I really think we should take turns,” I informed him and yeah, I was teasing. Also serious. That had been mind-blowing in the best sense and I definitely wanted a repeat. “Every other time, you top. I seriously did not know what I was missing.”
Tossing the condom into the wastebasket, he climbed back onto the bed and snuggled into me. “Every other time, huh? Okay, I’m down for that. I’m really glad you loved it.”
Something about the way he said that made me study him more carefully. “Were you nervous about it too?”
“Well, yeah. I’ve never topped before.”
My eyes nearly fell out of my head. Spluttering, I demanded, “Seriously?!”
Mack lifted a shoulder in a shrug, looking a little shy, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “Every lover I’ve ever had wanted to top. Were dominant tops, at that. You’re the first to ever invite me to take him.”
The only response my mouth could come up with was, “Wow, this really is a morning for firsts.”
Giggling, Mack snuggled his head into the crook of my shoulder. “It really is. Mwen renmen’w, ma moitié.”
I snuggled him in even closer. Sometimes, I felt like buying a Creole phrase dictionary, but in this case, I didn’t need it. His tone told me everything. “Love you too.”
My stomach, having impeccable timing as always, chose that moment to grumble petulantly.
Mack snickered. “Will you love me more if I feed you?”
“Food is love,” I agreed mock-seriously. “And aren’t you famous for breakfast down here?”
“We certainly are. Shower, food, then we announce to the world that you’re mine?”
I kissed the smirk off his mouth. “So smug.”
“I,” he informed me grandly, “have every reason to be.”
15
We probably should have been more responsible adults, but Sylvia had green-lighted two days off for both of us, and today especially I wanted it to be just me and Brandon. After we got breakfast in the hotel’s dining room, we went back up to our room and made love some more. In fact, that was the pattern of the day. Go out for food, come back to the room to have sex. Repeat. Eventually, sometime around the wee hours of the morning, we fell into an exhausted slumber amongst the messed-up sheets.
I woke up to his voice, speaking cheerfully into the phone. “—well, unlike you two, we did it on purpose. Yeah, we’re both pretty over the moon with it. Our boss knows, we haven’t told anyone else. We took a day just for us.”
Brandon sat on the edge of the bed and I reached out, caught his free hand, and tangled our fingers together. He returned the loose grip and smiled down at me. His bedhead ruffled his black hair, making him goofy and touchable. How had I not realized before I loved this man to pieces? Every time I saw him, I smiled. Shouldn’t that have been my first clue?
Whoever was on the other end of the phone said something, and he was pulled back into the conversation with a frown. “Really? You’re accusing me of rushing? And I can hear Jon laughing in the background, he clearly agrees with me on this. Oh, that’s what you meant. Yeah, well, the rest of the world can go hang.”
Ah, he must be talking to Donovan. I decided to leave him to it and sauntered into the bathroom for a shower. I was a little sore and sticky after yesterday’s antics and a shower was definitely called for. Today I wanted to take the time to tell my family properly about Brandon and me. And some experimentation was called for. I’d passed the ghost in the foyer several times yesterday and that had been illuminating. The ghost had looked more like a transparent image than something living and breathing. And Brandon looked more solid to me, a weighty presence in comparison. It was an interesting distinction. Before, I’d had to really look to tell the difference. Now, it didn’t take more than a two-second glance on my part.