by Lake, Rae B.
He comes out of the bathroom and takes his shirt off. My hormones jump up at the sight of his tanned skin. I know he’ll never make a move. If I want to see what it feels like to touch a man who isn’t trying to force himself on me, I’d have to make the first move.
He throws his shirt in the corner along with the rest of his dirty laundry and begins opening his draws to pull out more clothes to put on. I walk up behind him, and it only takes him a second to realize I’m behind him.
“You going to stab me?” He doesn’t turn around.
“No.”
He turns around, his eyebrows knitted.“What?”
The only flirting I know how to do is what I saw from the bastards that held me captive. I don’t even know what I should say. For the first time, I hope he can read my eyes.
“Siren?” He tries to back up again, but I take another step forward.
I raise my hand, and my fingers tremble. Mack leans away, but I don’t blame him. I’ve killed people with my bare hands.
He looks into my eyes and then a spark of recognition. “You don’t have to do this.”
‘Please,’ I keep my eyes stuck on him. I put my hand against his face, and just like I suspected, his beard is soft. He puts his hand on my waist and softly pulls me in.
“I don’t…” I try to talk, but the words get caught in my throat.
“Slow. I can go slow.” He bends down to me, and his lips swipe against mine. I kiss him back, and I wait for all the trauma I’ve experienced in my past to come rushing into my mind, but it doesn’t. This is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. This is different. It’s what kissing is supposed to feel like.
I wrap both of my arms around his neck and kiss him how I want. He pulls me closer into his body and kisses me harder. His hands grip my ass and pull me tight against him, I let my hands fall over his arms, and he feels better than I imagined.
I moan into his mouth, and I feel his body reacting to mine. He may not want to push me further than I want to go, but I can feel his body taking over. His hand grabs the back of my neck hard, and a sudden flash of a fight forces it’s way into my brain. I still, and so does he. He pulls away and looks at me.
“It’s me. Juice me.” He speaks as if he can hear what is going on in my head, and I don’t have to say a word.
I nod and move back in, not wanting to stop kissing him, nor do I want to stop touching him. I don’t want any of my past experiences to keep me from feeling what a real man is supposed to make me feel.
He kisses me slower than before, but the passion is still just as high. I wasn’t sure if his physical attraction to me is as strong as mine to him, but now there are no doubts. Mack is all needs and wants, and any pretense at being a gentleman has gone.
“I want to feel you, Mack,” I whisper against his lips, and his hands grip my ass tighter.
“Sure?” He asks before he kisses down my neck and finds a sweet spot that no one has ever kissed before.
I lose myself in that sensation and grip onto him like he is my lifeline.
“Siren? You sure?” He pulls me back and looks deep into my eyes. The war between what he thinks is the right thing to do and what his body tells him to do is raging hard in his eyes.
“Yes. I’m so sure.” I take a few steps back, and when I feel the back of my legs hit the bed, I let myself sit back. He stalks over to me and slowly strips his shirt off and undoes his pants.
I’m mesmerized by this process though I have seen him do it several times before. I’ve had to strip for people before, but I’ve never done it because I wanted to. I’ve been raped and abused my whole life. Even though I don’t have my hymen anymore, I still consider myself a virgin.
I lift the shirt that I’m wearing and shimmy out of my leggings before laying back on the bed in nothing but my bra and panties. When Cherry chose this pair from the website, I didn’t understand her obsession with getting me sexy underwear. I would have selected the plain white cotton. The look on Mack’s face is enough for me to understand.
“Fucking hell.” He whispers as his eyes take in all of my body. I smile as I watch his hand drift slowly down to his cock and squeeze. “Siren, I digger do it for this.” His face changes from lust to anger. He is still fighting against this.
“I know you didn’t do it for this. I want it. It’s never been my choice. You’re my choice.” I try to say it in a way so he can understand. “Let me.”
He nods and quickly takes off his pants. Apparently, that’s all he needs to hear to put the worries plaguing his mind to bed.
I wrap my arms around his neck again and let myself get lost in all of his touches. He makes quick work of taking off my bra and panties. I lay back and wait for him to enter me, but instead, he does something completely different.
“I want to taste you, all of you.” His voice is gruff, and his hands move with a purpose down to my hips.
I hold his gaze as he drops his head back down to my neck and licks that one part I really fucking like. When he bites me softly, my body clenches for a minute, waiting for more pain. There’s none. He kisses softly down my collarbone, and when he makes his way to my breast, he softly rolls his tongue around my nipples one at a time until my entire body is humming with need.
Now, I’m the one pulling and scratching at him. Fuck, it’s never taken this long before. Usually, the men just want to get in and get out. No one has ever taken the time to get me this worked up before.
“My God, Mack.” I whimper, and all I can hear is my heart beating like crazy in my ears and the pitiful moans I just can’t stop.
He doesn’t say a word just continues kissing down my body, sucking and softly nipping at all of me until he makes it down between my thighs.
This is another first.
I’ve seen men eat women out. Rather, I’ve seen Harrington eat Ruby out, but no one has ever done that to me.
I don’t even know what it feels like. I have to assume it would feel-
“Oh shit!” I gasp and moan loudly.
It feels like fucking heaven. Somehow, every nerve ending in my body seems to come alive, and they are all in sync with that small area at the top of my pussy that Mack is licking and kissing. Every swipe of his tongue has me crawling away from him but then pulling myself back down to get some more. His beard tickles my thighs, and it’s just another sensation to add on the already intense feelings I have as he laps at me.
“Come for me. I need to hear it.” Mack takes his face from between my legs just barely to issue the order.
I’ve made myself come before. Touching myself under the dirty blanket I was given in my dreary cell, but I’ve never had a man do it for me.
It feels like each pass of his tongue pushes me higher and higher into the air, and all I want is just to plummet back to earth. My insides feel like they are being stretched, but they won't break.
He pulls back, and with quick feather-light flicks of his tongue, he pushes me to the very edge. My body hovers in that second of weightlessness just before a drop I know that I want.
“Oh, oh, yes. I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Mack, please. Please, please, please. Don’t stop.” I rub my hands on his head, but he doesn’t have enough hair for me to grab, so they fall to my sides, and I grip the sheets with all that I have.
“Mmm.” He growls as he quickly sucks my clit into his mouth and laps at me.
It only takes one more flick of his tongue before I’m screaming his name and falling into bliss.
My body contracts over and over, and I can’t stop my legs from shaking. I’m used to having complete control over my body and how it responds, but I can’t control it.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry.” I apologize as my body continues to tremble.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He says in my ear once he makes his way up my body.
He reaches by my head and opens a drawer. Quickly he pulls out a shiny condom packet and rips it open with his teeth.
“You want more?” He kneels between
my legs, where I can fully appreciate his body and his cock.
How did I not notice how big he is? He has a light trail of hair that starts at the bottom of his belly button and runs to his dick, there is a small patch of hair there, not too much, but he isn’t completely bare. I wonder what it would feel like against my face.
“Yes. I need more.” My body is still trembling, but not as much as a few seconds ago. I watch as he rolls the condom over the bright red head of his dick and down the shaft.
“Stop me if you night to.” He squeezes his eyes shut, probably beating himself up for his verbal mistake. “You understand?”
“I’ll stop you if I have to. I hear you, Mack. You’re the only one I always hear.” I say as I lay back and just let him use my body. I’ve never trusted anyone with my body as much as I do him. I’ve known him for only a few days, but I’ve seen all that I need to see to know what kind of man he is.
“Shit.” He groans as his head falls back, and he slowly pushes himself inside of me.
I almost clap in joy when I find it doesn’t hurt. The violence usually accompanied by sex for me isn’t here. Mack is taking care of me.
He rocks into me slowly for a second, letting my body become accustomed to him. He leans forward and places soft kisses on my face and lips as he fills me up with his cock.
I moan softly against his neck as the need inside me begins to ramp up, and my body clenches at him tighter and tighter, begging me to take more. I want more.
I find his eyes, and I open my mouth to tell him, but the words don’t come out. I’m not that brave yet. He stares into my eyes as my insides scream and beg for him to take me harder. Faster.
His mouth kicks up into a half-smile as he reaches down to grab hold of my hip, and he slams into me hard one time.
“Oh.” My neck muscles tighten, my head is thrown back, and my legs get tighter around him.
“I know you like this. I know you do.” His voice is full of gravel.
I nod my head fast in affirmation.
“Siren, hold on, I promise, I won’t hurt you.” He leans up further and raises my bottom half off the bed to hold my weight in his hands.
I grab onto the sheets again and brace for what he’s preparing to unleash on me. His pace picks up, and within a second, the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other echo against the walls.
“Fuck, yes.” He groans and slams hard into me.
I feel the coil of another orgasm twisting tighter and tighter in my guts. I just need a little more. My thighs start shaking, and I slap my hand down to try and stop it, but Mack pushes them away.
“No, snow me. I want it all!” He orders and slams into me harder. His eyes roam all over my body, taking in all of my reactions.
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh.” I suck in a big gulp of air and bite down on my bottom lip as a massive wave upon wave slam into me.
“Fuck!” Mack yells as my cunt slams shut on his dick before relaxing again. My orgasming walls sucking and squeezing him.
He squeezes my hips one more good time before he quickly flips me over. The motion is forceful, and quickly my mind goes into fight mode. I try to pull away, but he catches me around my waist and lays his body down on my back. His soft thick beard tickling my neck and back as his lips touch my ear.
“It’s me. Mack.” His cock digs into my thigh, but he doesn’t move to separate my legs at all.
He turns my head to the side so that I can see his face.
“Who’s touching you?” His gentle voice the complete opposite of the strength and intensity of his hands.
“Mack. You. Mack.” I answer quickly as the fear in my body slowly starts to dissipate.
“Who’s fucking you?” He brushes my hair away from my back, so it’s laying across his pillow.
“Mack. Oh, god, you are. Mack.” Somehow he knows I need to be rooted in the present. I spread my legs slightly, and his heavy dick slowly parts my lips. My front is pressed down to the bed, and I lift my hips so he can push in. I want him back inside of me so bad, the need now completely overtaking the fear I felt only seconds ago.
He plunges inside of me, and I moan against the pillow. This is a completely different feeling than before. He feels almost too big this way. I grab at the sheets again as he picks up speed, and my body no longer has the strength I need to keep my hips up.
“Fuck yes, Siren.” He grabs my waist and lifts me until my knees are underneath me. I try to push on my hands, so I’m where he wants me, but my body starts to shake, and I no longer have the strength I need to hold myself. I let my head and chest fall back to the bed, and he pounds into me from behind, and just as intensely as before, my orgasm tears through me. My eyes roll back, and I feel my cum dripping slowly down my inner thighs. Wave after wave washing over me as I float in a deep state of bliss.
“Siren, you ok. It’s okay?” Mack’s voice is a bit panicky, and I feel him slowing down.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” My voice sounds garbled. I hear him chuckle, and then he picks up the pace again. His stroke is long and deep, fucking parts of me I didn’t know could be fucked, and I love every damn second of it.
A deep growl rumbles through his body, and his grip on my waist gets tighter. I don’t know how it’s possible, but it almost feels like his cock is getting bigger inside me. I’m at the very edge of pain, and a part of me tells me I should tell him to stop, but the pleasure I feel is so much more than the pain that I’m willing to endure it.
“Fucking hell, I’m going to come.” He barks and slams into me hard enough to push me down to the bed. He keeps his cock deep inside me and grinds against me as he rides out his orgasm.
Finally, the pressure of him stretching my walls becomes too much, “Mack, you’re too deep.” I put my hand out tentatively and push slightly. He moves back instantly with a slight groan. Nothing like that has ever happened before. Usually, when someone saw me in pain, they just tried to make it hurt more.
After a few seconds, he pulls out of me completely and lays a soft kiss on the back of my sweaty neck.
“You okra?” He asks, but the immediate look of agitation that usually crosses his face when he messes up a word takes a few beats to get there.
“I’m good. Better than good.” I reply as I feel a deep blush crawl up my cheeks. Why do I feel shame now after all I’ve done and been through?
“Yeah?” He grabs my chin and pulls so my eyes are back on his.
He seems unsure, and I wonder if it has anything to do with when he was panicking, “What happened? Why did you slow down?”
“You don’t rembrandt?”
“Remember? There’s something to remember? No, I guess I don’t.”
“Siren, you passed out. You came and then went competently limp. Stop breathing for a second and all that.”
I stare at him for a second, waiting for him to laugh, but when he doesn’t, my jaw drops open in shock. “What? Are you serious? I didn’t even know something like that could happen.”
His laugh is deep and guttural, and the sound of it makes my toes curl. Fuck there is something about his voice that just does me in.
He lays back on the bed, and I slowly stretch out next to him. I don’t know if he wants me in his space right now. Even though we just fucked, in fact, he almost literally fucked me to death, but I know it doesn’t mean he’s claiming me or anything. When he reaches up and pulls me down, I settle into his chest.
I reach up and run my fingers through his beard. The repetition of the motion and softness of his hair relaxing me fully. “Thank you for this,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
“What are you thinking me for?” He asks, his voice sleepy.
“For showing me what it feels like when it’s my choice.”
He inhales deeply, and I can feel his body go tense before he holds me tighter against his chest.
I’ve never fallen asleep on a man’s chest before, but for some reason, Mack’s chest feels safer than any place I’ve ever been
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Mack’s POV
“Mack, you’re going to want to come and see this shit!” Ripper yells as he runs past me.
I’m sitting in the back of the clubhouse having a drink. Contemplating the meaning of life, it’s a normal occurrence for me.
I get up and follow Ripper. There’s a crowd outside in the back of the compound. All of the Wings, a few of the Spawns, Riot, and Duchess are there too.
On one side of the land are the trailers we have set up with the women, and on the other side is the shooting range we tried to get back up after the big fire. But there is still a lot of space we use for parties for the kids and outdoor activities.
I walk into the crowd, and there’s a small area roped off, and inside are Clean and Ink. Both of them, naked from the waist up and staring at each other.
“What the help is going on?” I turn and look at Red, the newest prospect. He’s standing beside me.
“Huh?” Red asks and waits for me to repeat myself.
I grit my teeth and point to where the two massive men are. “Why?” I ask.
“Oh, it’s just in fun. Clean thinks he can beat Ink one on one.”
Ripper was right; I do want to see this shit.
Clean is massive, probably one of the biggest men I have ever seen in my life. He’s well over six and a half feet, his strength is a bit freaky, yet he moves as if he is a slip of a man. At one point, I was sure Clean could take on anyone just using brute strength. Then Ink came back home, and now I’m not so sure.
Ink became a full-grown man while he was a captive. He’s only slightly smaller than Clean muscle wise, but his strength and speed match Clean’s. He is also ruthless, where Clean may hesitate. I hope it stays fun, or we may have to keep these guys from killing each other.
“Clean, I’m going to fuck you up!” Maven screams at her husband from the side. Her arms crossed over her chest and her foot tapping in anger.
“Oh, what’s wrong you don’t have any faith in your hubby?” Ryder chuckles as he pulls Cherry closer to his side.
