Mac's Law

by Sarah McCarty

  “Easy,” he whispered against her mouth. His hand caught hers, easing it away from his cock.

  Oh God, she’d practically had a stranglehold on him. She dropped her head to his chest. “You must think I’m a total moron.”

  The brush came across the top of her head again. It was a kiss, she realized. He was kissing her.

  “I think you’re hotter than hell.” Her hand was still in his. He eased it down the front of his unzipped jeans. The hair on his lower abdomen tickled the back of her hand. “And if you don’t get me out of these jeans soon, I’m going to come without you.”

  She frowned. “Has it been a long time for you?”

  He froze again, and she had a sinking feeling she’d once again put her foot in her mouth.

  “About eight months, but I don’t think that has anything to do with it.”

  She closed her fingers around his hard shaft. He was so smooth and warm, and the way he pulsed in her hand made her palm tingle.

  “You don’t?” she asked as she gently tried to work him free.

  “Nope. I think it has everything to do with a sexy blonde jumping me behind the barn and telling me she wants to fulfill her fantasies with my body.”

  His cock was stuck. It was too big to just pull out. This was going to take some thought. “You don’t mind?” she asked contemplating the situation.

  “Hell no.” He slid his jeans down in answer to the question in her glance. “You have to make room.”

  Oh man, did she ever. She’d never seen a cock this big outside of a porn movie, and she’d assumed those were computer enhanced. She petted her hands along his length, her palm catching on the ridge at the crown.

  “I wish I could see.” She supported the heavy weight in one hand, tracing the head with the finger of the other. She discovered the tiny wet slit in the tip with her finger. She spread the slippery liquid she found there around the crown, smiling when more immediately appeared. She scooped it up with her fingers. Without thinking, she brought it to her mouth.

  Mac caught her hand in his, stopping her finger inches from her mouth.

  His voice was gruff. “Don’t. Not ever. Unless you’re sure the guy’s clean.”

  She closed her eyes. “I knew that.”

  She’d just been caught up in the moment.

  “Damn.” He pulled her close, trapping her hand against his chest and slanted his mouth across hers, kissing her hard, deep. Exploring her mouth with his tongue. Stealing her breath with his passion. He separated their lips, his breath mingling with hers as he said, “I’m clean, but I’ll get tested again tomorrow so you can be sure.”

  “And then?” she asked breathlessly.

  He dropped his forehead against hers. “Then you can taste me all you want.”

  His breath was warm and moist on her cheek. The heat from his body reached out to envelop her senses in a leather-scented hug.

  “I can’t wait.” She tugged her hand free and brought it back to his cock.

  His laugh was a husky expulsion of sound. “Trust me, honey. Neither can I.”

  She wrapped both hands around his shaft, marveling that her fingers couldn’t meet. “In my fantasy I’m very good at this.”

  “Lucky me.”

  She tilted her head sideways to get a better angle to see his eyes. The light was too faint to make out more than a blur.

  “This is reality.”

  “And?”

  “I don’t know how to make it good for you.” It was so much easier to say these things in the intimate darkness where neither of them could clearly see the other, and she could pretend to be a lot braver than she actually felt.

  “You want me to show you what I like?” he asked huskily.

  “Please?”

  “My pleasure.” Shifting his body, his hand moved from her hip.

  As his large callus-roughened palm cupped the back of her hand, nervousness had her joking. “Literally, I hope.”

  His cheek slid across hers until his lips rested against her ear. “Oh yeah.”

  Mac felt Jessie’s body start as he curled his hand around hers. For all her bold as brass talk, she was nervous, and he guessed he couldn’t blame her. If he waited ten years to act on his fantasies, he’d be pretty nervous, too.

  “Just take it nice and slow at first,” he told her, his hand schooling hers in the motion he liked. “Let me feel all the textures in your hand. Let me anticipate what’s to come.”

  He leaned back against the wall as she stroked his cock, her soft, smooth palm a lick of flame over his sensitive flesh.

  “That’s right,” he encouraged as she added her second hand to the motion. “Use both your hands to pump me.” Damn, she was a natural, seemingly knowing when he needed the pressure increased. But they definitely needed lubrication.

  “Wet your hands.”

  Her fingers stilled on him. Squeezing at the top and bottom of his penis simultaneously, as she considered his suggestion. White-hot sensation shot out from his cock, flaring through his body, gathering energy as it went, rendering him speechless for a moment. His hips jerked. His balls pulled up tight.

  “Damn, that’s good,” he groaned when he could.

  She did it again. “You like that?”

  His hips bucked helplessly. “Run a hand over the head of my cock and you’ll see for yourself,” he rasped.

  She did, her hand sliding easily with the liberal lubrication of his pre-come. He could barely make out her form in the dark but he thought her head bent, trying to see her hand on his flesh. The knowledge was like a kick in the gut, driving the air from his lungs as lust tore through his body. Damn, he wanted to watch her watching him. She cupped the head of his shaft and rotated her palm over it while the other resumed pumping his shaft. His knees buckled.

  Her teeth flashed white in the gloom. “Oh, I like that.”

  So did he, and when she squeezed him again, he gave her the groan he might have otherwise held back, knowing it increased her pleasure. Her hand left his shaft. She stepped back to make room between them. He knew what she was up to. He caught her hand before she could lick it. The muscles in her forearm trembled beneath his grip. He took a deep breath and caught the faintest hint of feminine arousal. She was as turned on as he was. The knowledge had his balls pulling up tight. He drew her palm to his mouth and first licked and lightly bit the pad of her thumb. She jerked and gasped against him. Her jeans-clad thigh grazed his shaft. He shuddered as pre-release tremors snaked up his spine. Wiping her hand on his shirt quickly, he moved it toward her mouth.

  “Get it nice and wet,” he ordered as he held her palm against her lips. Her knuckles rhythmically pressed into his fingers as she did. He imagined her pink tongue working over that firm flesh with little flicks and smooth glides and shuddered again.

  “Wet it a little more and then do the other one.”

  She did. When she had both hands around him, he took a steadying breath.

  “I’m in the mood to come hard and fast, so you need to do it like this.”

  With his hands he showed her how to go light on the upstroke, squeeze just under the head on the downstroke, twisting her hands in opposite directions as she did while maintaining the pressure. She didn’t immediately start when he removed his hands. He couldn’t see, but he could feel her staring at his face. He waited for the question she was contemplating, listening to her irregular breaths, and the first chirps of the crickets.

  “If I do this, you promise you’ll come?”

  His laugh was a harsh burst of sound. Just how inept had her previous lover been?

  “Honey, I won’t have any choice.”

  Her hands started to move, lightly, slowly up his shaft. “Really?”

  God help him, she sounded intrigued. “Really.”

  “And it won’t hurt if I squeeze hard?”

  “In about a minute of you doing that, my only worry will be that you’ll stop.”

  He heard the soft rustle of her braid against her shirt a
s she shook her head. “I won’t do that.”

  She reached the head of his cock, and gathered the ample pre-come she found at the tip. There was the slightest hesitation and catch in her breath as she did, and he knew, just knew she was itching again to taste him. This time, he didn’t know if he’d stop her. He wanted her hot mouth with a vengeance, but then her hands swooped down his cock tightening and twisting as she went, tearing at his control as the hot, tight spiral of desire yanked him in.

  “Like that?” she asked.

  A one syllable “Yes” was all he could get past the rigid muscles of his throat. He reached for the fastening of her jeans as she started the upward glide again, faster this time. More confident.

  The agonizing pleasure of her downstroke had him baring his teeth as he struggled not to tear the jeans from her body, but rather to ease his hand inside. She wasn’t just damp. She was wringing wet with sweet cream. He had no trouble finding her clitoris. It was hard and engorged. She was on the verge of a climax just from jacking him off. Oh, he definitely liked that. He stepped closer to improve his angle as he worked his finger deeper into her jeans to trace that hard nubbin. If he timed this right, they could come together.

  Instead of leaning into him, she jerked back. His hand in her jeans kept her close, but her hands on his cock stilled as she said, “Don’t.”

  “Why not?” he flicked her clitoris again, smiling when she collapsed into his palm. “You like it.”

  “That’s not the point,” she gasped, clutching his cock like a lifeline.

  “Then what is the point?”

  “I can’t concentrate when you do that.”

  He wasn’t quite sure he understood. “And you need to concentrate?”

  He felt her body shift and realized she was ducking her head. Like she was embarrassed, but she gamely held to her point.

  “Can’t you wait until after to touch me?”

  He wanted to hear her say it. “Until after what?”

  Her response was a thready whisper. “Until after you come.”

  He pulled his hand from her jeans, being careful to keep his fingers from touching the material.

  “Yeah, but it will cost you.”

  New tension entered her body. “What?”

  He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean. Her unique flavor burst on his tongue, making his cock jerk with sheer enjoyment. Damn she was sweet.

  “Did you just stick your fingers in your mouth?”

  She sounded completely shocked. And this from a woman who’d been tempted to taste him twice. “Yes.”

  “You said we shouldn’t.”

  “You haven’t had a lover in ten years and you were tested last year. I’d say you’re safe.”

  There was another long, pregnant pause and then she asked. “Did you like it?”

  “The way you taste?” he asked.

  Her “yes” was so strangled, he didn’t have to see her to know she was blushing. He ran his hand over her cheek and then around her head until he could wrap her thick braid around his wrist, catching the end in his hand. The other hand he rested along her back.

  “Make me come, and I’ll answer.”

  She didn’t need any more encouragement than that. Quickly wetting her hand, she went to work on his cock, starting slow before building to a rapid rhythm that had him panting and swearing as he tried to hold back the come boiling in his balls. She was determined and showed no mercy, pumping him hard, pulling him close, chanting soft words of encouragement as she dragged his climax from him. His cock throbbed under her grip as she whispered, “Come for me, Mac.” She added a “please” as if sensing he was resisting.

  He tried to step aside as the first jets welled, intending to come on the ground but she went with him. Her softly moaned, “Oh, no,” was the only warning he had before she tucked his cock up under her shirt, the soft skin of her abdomen burned the underside of his shaft as her hands pressed him close, milking him through her shirt as she whispered, “Give it to me.”

  The pleasure so intense it was agony, he had no choice. He came, his cock jerking violently against her stomach as he erupted, groan after groan ripped from his throat as she cuddled his cock against her breasts and pumped him dry.

  Long moments later, he found his breath. And when he did, he pulled her up and around, using her braid as leverage. When he had her back to the wall, he stripped the jeans and panties from her in one quick move. While she was distracted by her nakedness, he knelt. Her scent enveloped him like a welcome party. She was hot, wild, wet and his. All his. He slid his shoulders between her smooth thighs, lifted her until she sat on them, her back braced against the barn wall, his mouth just a scant inch from her tempting pussy. Her hands tugged at his hair. He looked up. In the faint moonlight, he could just make out the question in her eyes. His answer was to the point.

  “My turn.”

  She blinked at him in the deep shadows, the whites of her eyes disappearing twice before she took a deep breath. The tension in her muscles communicated her doubt before she got the words out. “I’m not sure—”

  He smiled. “I am.”

  He’d never been more sure of anything in his life. Her scent surrounded him. Musky. Spicy. Sweet. Damn, everything about her was going to be sweet, he could just tell.

  “You don’t have to do this.” He nuzzled his way into her curls. Her head clunked back into the barn wall. “Oh my God!”

  He laughed against her delicate folds as he lapped along her crease, stopping just short of her clit. He was right after all. She was a screamer. She was also unbelievably sweet, her cream silky against his tongue. Keeping her in place by wrapping his arms over her thighs, he parted her outer lips with his fingers. “You taste like the sweetest honey spiced with pure woman.”

  “Is that good?” The question was loaded with doubt.

  “Oh yeah.” How could she not know how incredible she was? How he wanted to drown in her flavor? Her scent? How he wanted to eat her from head to toe and then as soon as he finished, to start all over again?

  “You don’t have to do this,” she repeated, as if he were performing some distasteful chore.

  He paused, his tongue a breath from the juicy berry of her clit. Just how awkward and stupid had that boyfriend been?“Anyone ever go down on you before?”

  He swore he could feel the heat of her blush reach all the way to her thighs.

  “Once.”

  That one tight, slightly bitter syllable told him all he needed to know about that experience.

  “Now that, honey girl, is a damn shame.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I say so.”

  “And who are you, the reigning authority on oral sex?”

  “Before the night’s done, I’m going to be the reigning authority on your pussy, so you might as well get that tone out of your voice and sit back and enjoy.”

  “The night?” Against his cheeks her thighs quivered and tightened. Oh she liked the thought of him feasting on her all night.

  “Definitely all night. It’s going to take me at least that long to quench my thirst for your taste. And then…”

  “And then what?”

  He flicked her clit with his tongue, smiling when she squealed and clenched her lush little ass against his chest, her juices trickling onto his collarbone. “And then I’m going to get serious about feeding my appetite.”

  Another clunk and another “Oh God”.

  He nuzzled back into her fragrant flesh, swirling his tongue in the thick cream, letting her flavor spill through his mouth. Paying attention to her breaths, he noted that they broke when he circled the shallow valley leading to her vagina but they stopped altogether when he flicked the taut skin just beneath her clit. He did it again simply because it pleased him to please her.

  Her fingers sank into his hair. “Mac…”

  Damn, he liked hearing his name breathed in that sexy high-pitched little whimper. Hearing it again became a top priority. He l
aved that sensitive spot over and over, until her thighs trembled and she chanted his name, her hands in his hair pushing him away and them dragging him back. He moved up to her clit, gently resting the pad of his tongue against it, judging her sensitivity. She froze, not moving. Not breathing, her whole body one tight brace of expectancy, her cream spilling in a steady stream from her cunt.