Mac's Law

by Sarah McCarty

  He walked forward, that cock pointed at her like a promise. Clear fluid wet the tip, sliding over the wide head and down the thick shaft. He wanted to come. For her. She held to position and let the knowledge flow over her, increasing her anticipation. She loved it when he came. She loved making him come.

  His cock reached her first, slowly, deliberately, pressing onto her clitoris, pushing it in, cuddling it against the slit, forcing it into the small groove. The sensation was so intense, she almost dropped. When she caught herself, he whispered, “Perfect.”

  She looked down between her breasts. His cock seemed to stretch forever, from his body to hers, ending at where they joined. She closed her eyes and whimpered as sharp pangs of lust shot out from her groin, making her want to squeeze her thighs together to ease the ache. To catch him close and grind herself against that turgid shaft, knowing she couldn’t, and almost beside herself with the agony of holding still, staying exposed. Waiting.

  A drop of his pre-come slid down her cleft in a trickling caress.

  “Ahh!” The cry was ripped from her. She couldn’t help it. She shoved against him, her clit rode his slit before springing free with a quick slide across the smooth head. She jerked around on the bed, flipping to her side, catching his cock in her mouth before he could step back. He’d probably punish her for this, but she needed to have him in her mouth. To taste him. She loved the taste of him. He held his cock still for her mouth, stroking her hair as she savored the sweet salty spread of his come.

  Mac pulled back as she would have taken more of his cock. “No. Just the head for now. Suck nice and sweet, honey girl. Just enough to satisfy your need, but not enough to make me come.”

  She wasn’t sure she knew how to do that. Or if she even wanted to. She pursed her lips over the slit and sucked. Hard. His hips bucked against her. His cry echoed above her, and his hand fisted in her hair, pulling at the stands caught in her braid. A satisfying stream of ejaculate pulsed into her mouth.

  He pulled back, panting. She licked her lips. Frowning, he shook his head at her and tapped her cheek in warning. “Do that again and I won’t let you taste me at all.”

  He looked serious enough to mean it. His taste already fading from her mouth, she weighed her options. Finally, she nodded. What choice did she really have? He angled his cock back toward her mouth, her lips parted, and he eased forward. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and he maneuvered that massive crown back inside, working it up and then down to get it past her teeth. As soon as he was resting against her tongue, she sealed her lips on his shaft. A pulse of salty, hot fluid was her reward. She closed her eyes and smiled around his shaft. This was good. Slow. Gentle. Reciprocal. And just too damned delicious.

  Mac groaned. Another pulse of fluid leaked over her tongue. His eyes were glued to her mouth as she smiled around his shaft. Happiness wove through passion. He hadn’t been lying. He really did love her smile.

  He leaned over her. The mattress shifted as his weight came down on his hands behind her. His cock jerked irregularly in her mouth. It took her a minute to realize he was kicking off his boots. The left one hit the floor with a solid thump as the head hit the back of her throat. He was too big. Too much. She gagged, the involuntary reflex sucking him deeper into her mouth.

  “Easy, Jess.” He stroked her hair soothingly through the next lingering reflex. His shaft jerked at the strong suction and he filled her mouth with pre-come. She held it on her tongue, reluctant to swallow if he was going to follow through on his threat. When he stepped back she shook her head, pulling her lips back. If he pulled out now it was going to hurt. Unbelievably, he laughed as he felt the edge of her teeth.

  “I was just going to take the other boot off.”

  She wasn’t sure whether to believe him. He cupped his palm under her chin. “Another time, when I’m ready to come, you can let me feel those teeth, but not now.” His gaze lingered on her bulging cheeks. He stroked the taut skin, caressing her and himself.

  “Do you like this?”

  She nodded as she sheathed her teeth.

  He smiled. “So do I. Do you want me to pull out while I take the other boot off?” She could only manage a small shake of her head.

  He traced the stretch of her lips around his cock, his gaze intent. She shivered with sensation as he said, “If it happens again, just relax your throat and swallow fast.”

  She didn’t see how that would help, but nodded anyway, content.

  His other boot came off without incident. Then only his jeans were left. His cock shimmied in her mouth as he worked those off. He almost slipped her grip once, but she held him with a strong suction.

  Then he was naked. Gloriously naked. From where she lay she had a perfect view of his rock-hard thighs and the full sacs swinging between. She reached out and cupped them in her hand. Beneath the soft outer skin his balls rolled like hard walnuts across her fingers. She admired the long, lean muscles in his thighs. He was just as beautifully made down here as he was above. She took a deep breath, inhaling his clean musky scent before letting it out through her nose in a satisfied sigh. He’d been well worth waiting for.

  His hand was back on her hair again. There was a determination in his stroke that told her he was ready to move on. She sighed again for a different reason and opened her mouth. His cock worked out. She moaned when he pulled free. She pushed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, not liking the empty feeling. He shook his head at her and smiled.

  “I want my time, too.”

  “I thought all men loved oral sex,” she groused as he turned her so her hips were at the edge of the bed and her legs dangled.

  “They do.” He knelt in front of her. Over the spring of dark blonde curls covering her mound, his blue eyes met hers. “But I happen to be addicted to the taste of this sweet pussy.” His breath blew across her clit. Her internal muscles pulled up tight in quivering anticipation as he draped her thighs over his shoulders. “And I’m hungry.”

  She expected him to go straight for her clit. Instead, his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He sucked until she was soaked with cream and burning with longing. He then lapped at the bruise, moving inward until she felt his tongue glide through the juices collected in the crease of her thigh. She was unbearably sensitive there and as soon as he discovered that, he was relentless, lapping and nibbling until she grabbed his hair and pulled his head away. He laughed against her curls, flicked her clit with his tongue, on the way to the other side which he tormented with the same lack of mercy.

  Oh God, she couldn’t stand this. The pleasure, the hunger was pulsing through her body in a horrendous ache. Sharp and high, demanding satisfaction, promising retribution if it wasn’t delivered. An exquisite, ragged-edged agony ripping her apart but not letting her go.

  She just needed him to touch her clit. Her aching, swollen to bursting clit, and she’d come.

  She tugged on his hair. Mac pretended not to understand and went back to lapping at the open well of her vagina. Sucking as the juices welled, swallowing, working his mouth against her, eating his fill, ignoring her orders. She tugged harder. He smiled and slipped a finger into her shuddering cunt. The sensation pierced her like a knife. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

  She dug her heels into the small of his back and thrust her hips at him. He put his hand over her abdomen and pushed down. The pressure felt good, almost soothing, but then it too joined the storm gathering in strength, and she sobbed his name. Shamelessly begging. “Mac. Please.”

  He lapped at her with short, tormenting licks from her sensitive anus up to just short of her slit before asking, “What do you want, honey girl?”

  “I need you.”

  He gave the gentlest nip just below her clit. God, she wanted him to sink his teeth into her. If he wasn’t going to release her then she wanted him to hurt her. Anything to make this torture end. She couldn’t survive this. It had to stop.

  “For what?” he asked.

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  His eyes widened, darkened. Then narrowed. His finger pulled out and then shoved back in. “Hard or soft?” he asked.

  She struggled to catch her breath. To comprehend. What difference did it make?

  “Anything. Just make it stop. Please make it stop.” Her voice broke on the last as he took her higher with another thrust of his finger.

  Between her legs, he paused. This time when he glanced up, his expression was softer. He stroked the inside of her thighs from hip to knee. “It’s okay, Jessie.”

  She shook her head. No it wasn’t. This wasn’t like before. This was much more powerful. She didn’t know herself like this. This was scary.

  He removed his finger from her pussy and kissed her thigh. “Jessie. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just relax and let go.”

  She couldn’t. She couldn’t.

  He slid his palms under her hips. As if he understood how sensitive she was, as if he knew the slightest touch was akin to pain, he opened his mouth over her clitoris, but he didn’t touch her. He didn’t need to. The wet heat of his mouth seared like a brand. Oh, she was close. So close. His lips flexed. There was the barest shifting of pressure and then the moist heat of his tongue rested against her. Her whole body recoiled into his palms. Her mind rejected the sensation. She tried to wiggle away. He held her still for the light movement of his tongue. She screamed and fought. He groaned and held.

  “Jessie, trust me, honey girl,” Mac ordered, glancing up her heaving body. She was close. So close to orgasm. And so damned afraid to take it.

  He pushed his shoulders forward, forcing her thighs wider, her hips higher. She beat at him with her hands, her head tossing on the bed, her chest and cheeks flushed and sweaty.

  “Let it go, Jessie,” he ordered, taking her clit in his mouth and sucking lightly.

  Her response was a long drawn out “Nooooo,” as she arched high. He sucked again and she screamed in frustration, the sound dropping off to a moaning sob. “I can’t. I can’t.” When she fell back on the bed, her fingers dug into the bedspread as she glanced at him helplessly. “I can’t.”

  Mac remembered that look from before. “Yes, you can.”

  He kept his tongue on her clit, and reached between his legs. He was in about as bad a shape as she. He coated his fingers well and then, as he sucked harder on her clit, smoothed them against her lips. Her mouth opened. She took his fingers inside, and as his taste spread through her mouth, she came, bucking hard.

  “That’s it,” he whispered against her fragrant flesh. “Come for me, honey girl.”

  She bit down on his fingers and his cock jerked. Her fragrance was all around him. Hot and enticing. Her muffled screams filled the room. Her pussy grasped, begging to be filled. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He walked his hands up the outside of her body. Forcing her knees back to her shoulders, he glanced down. She was naked and vulnerable beneath him. The tiny opening to her vagina looking too small to accept the broad head of his cock. As if to dispute his thought, her pussy clenched again, sucking inward, tempting him. Inviting him.

  She was still sobbing and shuddering as he placed the mushroom-shaped crown at the opening. Her breath hissed in at the contact. He pushed. Her eyes rolled back and her lashes fluttered. Another shudder took her body, vibrating against the sensitive head. His control broke. On the next gasping shudder, he threw his hips forward. The tight outer ring of muscle parted and he was inside the slick convulsing clasp of her channel, forging deep through an unexpected resistance to the searing heat beyond.

  He dropped to his elbows. “God Jessie, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, kissing her cheeks, her eyes, her lips, overwhelmed. “Why didn’t you tell me, honey girl?”

  She was a virgin. His hottest lover ever, and she was a virgin. The knowledge beat at his control. No man had ever been in her incredibly tight cunt. No other man had felt those tiny little muscles flutter along his length. No other man had ever heard her sweet gasps as her muscles parted to let him in.

  He was her first. Something wild and restless came to life with the knowledge. His hips flexed involuntarily. She gasped, and winced. He pushed again, wedging himself deeper, catching her airy little pants in his mouth, caressing her cheeks with soothing strokes of his fingers even as he pushed harder. He was her only.

  He wasn’t prepared for the primal swell of emotion that rolled over him with the knowledge. He wanted to fuck her hard, pound into her, bury his cock so deep she’d never be able to look at another man. He kept it under control with the thinnest of threads as he looked into her deep green eyes, dark with passion and distress.

  “Why, Jessie?”

  She cupped his face in her hands, her gentleness a balm to the wild emotion ripping at his restraint, “Because I’ve only ever wanted you.”

  At that, the deeply primitive part of him that he kept carefully under wraps threw back its head and roared to life.

  Chapter Eight

  Beneath her fingers Jessie felt the muscles in Mac’s jaw tighten. Was he mad? She waited for him to look down, watching him carefully, but he didn’t. She couldn’t even see his expression since he had his head back. All she could see was the arch of his throat, and the tremors that overtook the long rope of muscle on either side as they locked as tight as his jaw.

  “Mac?”

  “Don’t.” It was little more than a grunt.

  “What?” Oh God, had she totally messed this up?

  “Don’t talk. Don’t move. Don’t even twitch.” His drawl was guttural. A primitive expulsion of sound that reached deep into the heart of her and triggered the twitch he’d forbidden.

  “Dammit, Jessie!”

  She couldn’t help it. The low growl had pleasure arcing through her groin again, like chain lightning it leapt from nerve ending to nerve ending, swamping the discomfort of his possession with need, imperiously commanding she move, that she feed its demand for more. More pressure. More friction. More Mac. She couldn’t hold still, but she couldn’t move, pinioned as she was beneath his big body, his huge penis painfully wedged in her delicate flesh, searing her with its incredible heat.

  “I can’t help it,” she whispered, licking her lips as she rocked her pelvis a fraction of an inch.

  “Try.” He dropped down over her, pinning her with his torso. “I need a minute, honey girl, or I’m going to be all over you like a wild animal.”

  She licked her lips again. His gaze dropped to her mouth as she bit her lip.

  “God damn!”

  “You’re in me,” she whispered, the reality sinking in. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. She had a man inside her. And not just any man. Mac.

  “Just a little,” he grunted.

  A little? She was stretched to her limit. He had to be in to the hilt. She tucked her chin, trying to see. She couldn’t see anything except the top of his massive shoulders.

  “How little is a little?” she asked, dropping back.

  “A little more than the crown.”

  “Oh my God!” He’d never fit.

  “Exactly. I need you to be very still for just a minute.” He inched up her body. He was being very careful not to jostle her. Them. They were connected now. One for this brief moment in time.

  “And then what?” She didn’t think she wanted to hear his answer.

  His back bowed as he brought his forehead to hers. “And then we’re going to make the sweetest love.”

  Or maybe she did. “How sweet?”

  The soft brush of his lips across the tips of her lashes was a hint. “The sweetest imaginable.”

  “Oh.”

  His lips stretched against her forehead with his smile. “Just relax and trust me, honey girl.”

  She closed her eyes and did, the rest of her senses heightening as she lay there, listening to the sound of his breathing, feeling the warmth of his body above her, the coolness of the comforter below her, the tingling fullness of his possession inside her.


  He shifted position, his weight coming down on his elbows just beside and above her shoulders. His torso pressed into hers. The earthy, musky scent of his flesh calling to her. Saliva filled her mouth as she opened her eyes and surveyed the tanned expanse of muscle so temptingly near. This close, she could see the marks of her previous bite. She blushed at the reminder of how wild he’d made her.

  His fingers caught in her hair as he attempted to wedge them under her head. She lifted the slightest bit, giving him room. Her lips brushed his chest, directly over her mark, before she dropped back onto the pillow of his big palm.

  His weight shifted again as he moved to the side. His cock moved, too, and the resulting flash fire of pleasure made her cry out.

  He froze as she panted in rigid hope. He pulled back, searching her face.