Mac's Law

by Sarah McCarty

  It figures she’d get the only other man in the world who didn’t have a taste for anal sex.

  “Oh honey girl, you should be afraid, I want to do that so much with you. But…” His eyes were soft, tender, she realized as he pushed a tendril of hair out of her eyes. “I was thinking you might want to reconsider.”

  “Why would I do that? I’ve spent the last twel—” She caught herself before she could blurt out the truth of how many years she’d been dreaming of that particular fantasy. She didn’t need to present herself as being anymore pathetic than she was.

  She looked down at him as he lay across the white sheets, his hair a rich chocolate-brown, his face relaxed, darkly sexy. And lower, where his broad muscular shoulders flexed as he played with her hair, the left one stretched down, the muscles elongated and delineated as he slid his finger in and out of her eager rectum. She squeezed her pussy around his thick penis, shivered and mentally shook her head. The man had to be insane to think she’d forgo one single sexual minute with him. He may plan on booting her out in the next week, but right now he was hers. All hers. And she was going to milk this experience for all she could get. “Let me put it this way, no way in hell I’m reconsidering.”

  The blue of his eyes deepened as his expression went from tender to considering. He tucked the strand of hair behind her ear. “You ever taken a man like that?”

  She couldn’t hold his gaze. “No.”

  His thumb tipped her chin up. “You ever try?”

  “Yes.” And made a mess of it. She remembered Jim’s shock. Horror. Ultimate refusal.

  The fingers against the side of her head paused, tensed, and then relaxed as he asked, “Did your partner?”

  She focused her gaze on the pulse in Mac’s throat. “What?”

  “Did your partner try?”

  She ignored the question. She ignored the quick push of his fingers under her chin. She couldn’t ignore the sharp slap on her ass or the wrench in her pussy when she jerked on his shaft. His hand came down on the area he’d just spanked, rubbing the smarting flesh, his small smile telling her he’d enjoyed himself and the way her pussy quivered in reaction, her juices wetting them both. The set of his chin, however, told her that he wouldn’t let her hide from him when he repeated his question.

  “Did your partner try?”

  This was so humiliating. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep the tears at bay.

  His hand fastened in her braid and tugged. “Answer me, Jessie.”

  “No, all right?” She ripped her braid out of his hand with a yank of her head. She blamed the sting of her pulled hair for the tear that spilled over. “He didn’t want anything to do with that.”

  His expression of disbelief was like a slap in the face.

  “It’s not like I didn’t try.” Jessie swiped at the tear on her cheek. Her hand collided with his wrist as he caught the tear on his pinkie finger before she could wipe it away. The expression on his face could only be described one way. She didn’t need his damned pity. Mac could take it and his big cock, and shove it where the sun didn’t shine. Except she’d just invited him to do that to her and he’d refused. Damn it! What was so wrong with her that men turned away?

  “I just didn’t have whatever it took to turn him on, all right?” she shouted, pushing herself up, struggling against his hold to get up. “Is that what you want to hear? That I wasn’t woman enough to even bring a teenage boy to orgasm? Does that make you feel good? Superior?”

  She couldn’t go anywhere. Between his cock, his finger and the hand he slid around her head, she was trapped right where she was. A stupid, undesirable, horny twenty-nine-year-old virgin who probably only got this man to fuck her because of the novelty of a list.

  She went with his tug on her head because if she was trapped here she did not want to see his face as it dawned on him what a poor excuse for anything she was.

  He didn’t say a word until he had her face tucked into the curve of his neck. His arm slid down to her back and he held her against him, his hand stroking her side so softly. “Ahh, honey girl, the son of a bitch was gay.”

  He said it with such assurance. She wasn’t dumb. The thought had occurred to her too. “He’s married with two kids.”

  His chin rubbed against the top of her head as he shook his head. “He’s just gotten better at hiding it then, because no red-blooded man presented with this incredible ass would be able to do anything but fuck himself raw in it.”

  “You don’t seem too eager.” Great. Now she sounded like a petulant little kid.

  His short laugh had her bouncing, sending all sorts of shivery sensations from her pussy outward. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve had my fingers buried palm deep in it since I stripped off your jeans.” A slight pressure against her cheek alerted her to his smile. “Still do as a matter of fact.”

  “That’s just foreplay.”

  Mac tipped her chin up. Sheer hope had her cooperating. “Honey girl, that’s more along the line of seducing you into the idea.”

  She didn’t know what to say to that. “Oh.” And then she added. “You don’t need to seduce me.”

  His smile spread. “But I enjoy it.”

  So did she. “In that case, why did you say you didn’t want to…have anal sex with me?”

  “I didn’t say it. You did.”

  “You implied it.”

  He rolled his eyes, took a breath. And shook his head. “You have got to be the most contrary woman. I’m lying here with my cock buried in your cunt and my finger up your ass, and you’re hell bent on arguing with me?”

  Not really. “I’m sorry. I get a little analytical when I’m nervous.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. What are you nervous about?”

  “You’ll think it’s stupid.”

  “Jessie girl, when you have a man like you do me right now, I guarantee you anything you do is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.”

  She laughed and smiled. “So my arguing is turning you on.”

  He flexed his cock inside her. “You tell me.”

  “Still hard.” The realization had her grinning from ear-to-ear as she propped herself on his chest, the solid muscle making a hard cushion.

  “Glad to see you approve.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s just it’s so new and you’re so…damned good.”

  He touched a finger to her smile. “Good enough you’ll let me finish our conversation?”

  Some of her joy evaporated. “If you have to.”

  His sigh, lifted her up before dropping her back down. “I’m a big man, Jessie, and you’ve never taken anyone back there…”

  “So?”

  “I’m just trying to let you know it’ll hurt at first. Maybe more than you’re expecting.”

  “You don’t have to make excuses. If you don’t want to do it.”

  “Honey girl, I can get you off with a vibr—”

  She was shaking her head before he finished the sentence. “It wouldn’t be the same.”

  “I can make it very good for you that way. All the sensations without—”

  Again she cut him off. Determination made mincemeat of her modesty. “No. I want you. In me. All the way.”

  His eyes narrowed. His fingers stilled on her cheek as he said slowly, “You want to feel me come in you.”

  She clenched on him. An involuntary, shivery motion. “Oh yes.”

  His hips jerked under her. His cock jerked within her. His fingers dug into her ass cheek as he drove deeper. “You want me to fuck this tight ass, no matter what?”

  She nodded as he added another finger to the one in her and began a steady rhythm.

  By now she knew what he wanted. “I want you to fuck it until I’m raw and can’t imagine a moment without you in me.”

  “Son of a bitch.” His chest heaved beneath her and his fingers slammed hard into her before they came to a halt. He tipped her chin to meet his gaze. “It’ll hurt like hell at first, no matter how well I prepare
you.”

  She imagined it would. “I don’t care.”

  “Bad enough you’ll scream.”

  “But I’ll like it?”

  She just knew she would. His eyes narrowed and then one corner of his mouth curved up.

  “Oh, yeah. You’ll like it. I’ll make sure of it.”

  He pulled his fingers free, and motioned for her to turn around. With a downward pressure he let her know she was to keep his cock as deep in her as she could while she did it. It was awkward, but she managed it. As she settled back on him, she had a thought. “You’re not turned off by…it…are you?”

  She’d just die if he was creeped-out by the thought of taking her there. His cock slid back up into her pussy, hitting a whole new set of nerves, the shaft rubbing her clit as the head scraped along the wall separating her rectum from her vagina.

  The pat on her ass was reassuring as she heard the nightstand drawer slide open. “Honey girl, that’s one worry you don’t need to add to your plate.”

  “You won’t mind?” She looked over her shoulder in time to see him pulling out a white tube and a smooth purple vibrator with a fat base. He held her gaze as he greased the vibrator.

  “I’ll enjoy every second.”

  “What are you going to do with that?”

  “Make you feel good.”

  “That had better be a new toy if you’re thinking of getting it anywhere near me.”

  He smiled. “Brand spanking new and ready to go.”

  “Where?” As if she didn’t already know. He stroked her buttock. “Here.”

  She braced her hands on his knees and shook, unable to look away, knowing what was coming.

  His lips spread on a slow, sensual smile that had her heart rate tripping over with anticipation. He lubed his fingers and spread the cool cream in her ass, adding more and more until it melted and dripped out of her. He placed his free hand at the small of her back. “Now lean forward. That’s right. Take my cock a little deeper.” He placed the smooth head of the vibrator against her anus. It felt much bigger than his fingers. “Now push back, honey girl.”

  It was hard to focus with his cock pulling her muscles so tight. Movement felt distorted. The pressure outside matched the pressure inside as he pressed the device against her.

  “C’mon, Jessie girl, you can take this. Just relax and let me slide it in. You’ll feel so full.” He pressed harder. The familiar burn joined the pressure. She felt herself opening that first tiny bit. “Don’t you want that? All those deep, dark places stuffed full?”

  Jessie pushed back but the immediate jolt of unfamiliar pain had her gasping and freezing. She was afraid to move. The vibrator stayed where it was. Mac’s hand stroked her ass, but he didn’t back off, didn’t stop, he just held that damned purple thing pressed against her, not giving her a breath.

  “It’s too much.” She didn’t know if she meant too big, or too arousing.

  “Shhh, honey girl. Don’t tighten up.” He pressed it harder against her. She cried out with the sensation, almost missing his moan.

  “You’re almost there, Jessie. God, you’re pretty like this. Your sweet pussy stretched around my cock, your little ass opening for me. C’mon baby, just a little more and we can both come. Think of it, honey girl, my cock in your pussy, pumping deep. The vibrator in your tight ass, striving to go as deep. You’d be able to feel them both, rubbing against each other. Both of them pumping, working those sweet nerves. Stretching you, rubbing you. Loving you.”

  He took a breath, and the hand on her back touched her right shoulder. His breath came in harsh pants as he ordered. “Touch yourself. Put your fingers on your clitoris, honey girl. Stroke it soft and sweet. Swirl them around and get it all hot and swollen for me.”

  She did. Caught up in his voice. In the moment. In the potential. Desire, sharp and sweet whipped out from her fingers. Her body jerked on his, pulling away and then coming back to land on the hard shaft of his cock and the harder pressure of the vibrator.

  “Does it feel good?”

  It did. Violently so. She nodded, unable to speak. The discomfort of the vibrator became secondary to the need to move to satisfy the pulsing desire surging outward from her fingers.

  “Pinch it now, honey girl, nice and soft, give it a little squeeze. Ah, such a sweet little shudder. I felt that all the way up my cock, but your ass, your poor little ass, it missed all the fun.” He worked the base of the vibrator in a small circle causing the head to press against different nerves in her anus. “So empty. So hungry. We can’t have that.”

  His palm pressed harder on her back. “Take a deep breath, Jessie girl and before you let it out, squeeze that little clit hard. Rake it with your nail as you let out your breath and push back. Really push back.”

  She tried but getting a deep breath was hard. On the third try, she pulled in a deep breath. Her hands tightened on her clit. His grip shifted on the vibrator. She let her breath out counting slowly to ten. When she got to three she slowly dragged her nail across her clit. The searing agony of near climax took her by surprise. Her pussy convulsed, her body bucked and there was a burst of pleasure/pain in her backside followed by an unbearable feeling of fullness. The scream tore from her throat, half panic, half ecstasy.

  Before the last echo faded she was on her hands and knees on the bed, Mac’s big body arched over hers, his callused fingers on her clit rubbing steadily, not letting her focus on anything except the stabs of pleasure, keeping her hips grinding backwards on his cock, wanting more. More sensation. More everything.

  “Mac?”

  “Right here.”

  Mac kissed the nape of Jessie’s neck, lapping at the bead of sweat there, using his grip on her clit to pull her up into him, his pelvis pressing the vibrator in, absorbing her shudders as she adjusted to his possession. He’d almost come himself when the vibrator sank home. Damn, he loved taking a woman’s ass. Loved when they gave their trust. Loved to reward it with the kind of climax only anal play could give.

  And Jessie. God Jessie was about perfect for him. She was going to come as soon as he moved that vibrator. Her ass was so sensitive, so primed by her years of dreaming, just the feel of that smooth plastic stroking those hidden nerves and she was going to go off like a rocket. He tested the tightness of her cunt, moving within her. It was no easier than before. When she came, she’d probably squeeze so hard he wouldn’t be able to come. Oh yeah, he’d love to feel that.

  He nuzzled her ear when her breaths grew easier. “You okay?”

  “Uh-huh.” That high-pitched little whimper stroked his desire like a loving hand. She was tense beneath him, the unfamiliar fullness making her both dread and anticipate movement.

  “Fuck yourself on my cock, Jess. As hard or as soft as you want.”

  Her first moves were tentative. A slow pulse, a tiny withdrawal, a gradual reclaiming. He waited her out, keeping her clit between his fingers, not moving the vibrator, letting her get comfortable with taking charge. She pulled out another tiny bit. He gritted his teeth against the inevitable tugging of her internal muscles as she struggled to hold him tight, to milk him. He thought that was it, but she kept going and going until she only had the head resting against her opening. Then, with a steady push she brought him home—all the way—until she had a good three quarters of him buried in her channel. His moan ripped past his control, his grip spasmed on her tender bud, and his cry came hot on the heels of hers.

  “Damn, Jess, I’m sorry.”

  She was shaking her head before he was done, pulling off him and ordering him to do it again, her voice breathless and airy.

  He smiled against her back, and waited until she was shoving those delectable hips back, forcing his cock through the tight grip of muscle before pinching the engorged bundle of nerves, increasing the pressure with every inch she took, stopping when she did.

  She glanced down between her legs and moaned. She dug her hands into the sheets, arched her back and pushed. His cock sank a fraction of an
inch more. He knew then what she wanted. She wanted all of him. He kissed the curve of her spine.

  “It won’t work like this.”

  He pulled out. She whimpered, spun, and froze as her eyes went wide. He cupped her ass in his palm, catching the base of the vibrator as it slid down. “Bet that felt good.”

  She bit her lip and nodded. Over his palm, her ass clenched in a desperate effort not to lose the toy. He pushed up. Her head fell back and she stopped breathing altogether as it sank back into place.

  “Lie on your stomach across the bed with your feet off the edge.”