Mac's Law

by Sarah McCarty

  She blushed and shook from head to toe. Her nipples beaded so tight and hard they looked ready to burst. Nevertheless, her hands went to her ass, and slowly, carefully spread her cheeks. He rewarded her with a deeper penetration of her rectum, taking the opportunity to gauge the tightness of her muscles. She had the first quarter inch. Damn, she was a snug fit!

  She worked her head up and down the tip of his shaft, sucking hard on the withdrawal, easy while taking him in.

  “Oh that’s it, Jessie. Work that mouth on me. Come on, baby, suck me harder, let me feel your tongue.”

  She did. He made a big production of pumping the bulb. Not actually squeezing hard enough to inflate, just making enough noise that she thought he was. He pushed the plug in further, meeting her resistance. “Push back, honey girl. Push back and take it, baby.”

  He brought his hand around to her swollen clit. He stroked it in time with her sucking. “I’m going to make you feel so good tonight, but you’ve got to hurry and get me off. If you get too sore taking this too early, we won’t get to do half of what I want.”

  He squeezed the bulb again. Her body jerked. He pressed hard on her anus. She sucked his cock with painful intensity. He stroked her clit with the same urgency with which her tongue lashed his shaft. Her muscles began to part, to let him in.

  “That’s it. Take it. All of it. Imagine it’s my cock. Wouldn’t you like that Jessie? Wouldn’t you like it if this were my cock taking you? Coming into you that first inch?” He kept a steady pressure, forcing more into her as his balls drew up tight and pleasure radiated out from the base of his spine. “This is the thickest part, baby. I can’t come until you take this. Relax for me. Show me how much you want me to come. Come on, baby. Show me.”

  He took her clit in his fingers, milking it in small strokes as she thrashed beneath the dual penetration of his cock and the plug. “Ah baby, I’m so close. Are you close? Your little clit is hard and throbbing. Are you ready, Jess? Can you come for me, honey girl?”

  She squirmed and fought. Her fingers dug into her buttocks. Her teeth raked him once, then twice, letting him know in the only way he’d allowed her the answer to his question. Oh yeah, she was ready, and none too soon as he wasn’t going to last much longer. She was too hot, too sweet, and he’d needed her for too long.

  He pinched her clit hard as his come burst from his balls with a pleasure so intense he cried out. His cock jerked and throbbed in the compact heat of her mouth. He seated the plug in her ass as the first splash hit her tongue. She jerked forward on his cock, screaming as she convulsed. Against his hand her pussy clenched rhythmically as her juices gushed. He cradled her head against him as she moaned and sucked, stroking her clit lightly, prolonging her climax as she lapped and swallowed, taking all he had to offer, demanding more. Somewhere, from deep inside, he found just that little bit more of himself that she wanted. And handed it into her keeping.

  * * * * *

  He waited until she calmed, smoothing the wild mane of her hair off her face, wiping a stray tear from her cheek, before kissing her temple. Her arms were wrapped around his hips, her lips around his cock. And though she’d just come, her legs moved restlessly on the comforter. While powerful, what they’d just shared wasn’t enough for either of them. As witnessed by the way his cock was still hard, still straining in her mouth, rising to her needs. Needs he was eager to fill.

  He slid his hands down her forearm. “Let me go, honey girl.”

  She shook her head. His cock bobbed against her cheeks. The sensation was unique. He paused, letting it flow over him before forcibly removing her hands and flipping her onto her back.

  “Enough.”

  “But I like the way you taste.”

  “Good.”

  He held her down while he reached behind the headboard and flipped up the restraints tucked there. Before she could register what hit the bed, he had her right wrist in the cuff.

  “Hey.”

  He knew the protest wasn’t real. She had too many fantasies on that to-do list that involved being tied up to really protest. And her battle to keep the left one free was half-hearted at best. As he sealed the Velcro on her wrist, he smiled down into her anxious green eyes.

  “This is going to be fun.”

  “It is?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  He let his body drag along hers as he knelt between her thighs. His mouth stopped at her pussy while his hands skimmed the insides of both thighs until he could grasp each ankle. Her clit peeked out at him from between her red, swollen pussy lips as he brought each ankle up to rest beside his shoulders. He lapped it delicately as he grabbed the ankle cuffs attached to the wrist restraints. As she pressed her clit into his tongue he tied off her right ankle. The left wasn’t as easy as she panicked. He held her as she struggled, using his torso to keep her flat, kissing her lips between soft murmurs. “It’s okay. Jessie. Settle down, honey girl. We’re just going to work on the last two things on that to-do list.”

  Jessie heard that. She lay very, very still, mentally going over what was on the list. Anal sex. And if she remembered correctly, being fucked by two men at once while being restrained. As the soft cuff fastened on her right ankle, another bubble of panic popped up right beside an incredible surge of lust.

  “Mac?”

  “What?” he asked as he pushed a button on the cell phone he dragged from his jeans.

  “Are we still crossing that one item off the list?”

  She had her answer before he turned to her, his softly voiced “Come on up,” telling her what she wanted before he actually answered with a “No.”

  She tested her bonds. The straps were just long enough to rest her hands by her shoulders as long as she kept her feet tucked up tight against her, and unless she developed more muscle in the next five minutes—unbreakable.

  The doorknob rattled.

  “Mac, I’m not sure…” she whispered as she watched it turn.

  He cupped her pussy where her juices continued to spill, her body’s excitement far outweighing belated second thoughts. His dark blue eyes met hers. “I am.”

  He stepped back. The door opened. Zach stood in the entryway. He’d obviously availed himself of the downstairs shower because his face was scrubbed clean and his hair hung in long damp strands around his wide shoulders. Jessie blushed to the roots of her hair as his dark gaze went straight to her pussy and his fingers went to the buttons on his black shirt.

  “Show him, Jessie.”

  The order caught her by surprise. Her gaze bounced between Mac’s stern face and Zach’s serious one. Part of her wanted to obey and part of her wanted to curl up into a ball of embarrassment. Mac leaned over her, his big body offering her some protection. His hands cupped her cheeks between his palms. “If you don’t want this, honey girl, we can stop right now. Nothing happens that you don’t want, but if you’re only having second thoughts because you’re worried that I’ll think you other than perfect afterwards, think again. I’ve waited a long time for someone I could love, and who could match me sexually.”

  She bit her lip, measuring his expression for a lie. As far as she could tell, he was telling the truth.

  “And I do?”

  “And then some.” He kissed her softly, sweetly. “I want to give you this pleasure, honey girl. Ever since I read how you wanted to be taken anally the first time, I’ve been on fire wanting it, too.”

  “You won’t be jealous?”

  “Pleasure doesn’t have anything to do with possession.”

  “Everything okay, Mac?” Zach asked in his deep, easygoing voice.

  Mac stood, keeping his gaze on hers, his body still sheltering her in an illusion of privacy, his fingers lingering on her cheek as he stood back and said, “Show him.”

  Jessie bit her lip. It was now or never. Either she had the courage to see her fantasy through or she didn’t. A glance at Zach revealed he was standing at the foot of the bed. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his broad muscular chest,
the dark hair that started just above his unsnapped jeans accented the gleam of his red-brown skin. He looked all male. More than capable of pleasing any woman. Mac came to stand beside him, equally masculine, equally strong. Definitely capable of pleasing her. In his eyes was a question she didn’t have an answer for yet.

  Her gaze skittered back to Zach. For the first time she dared look at his face. She expected to see anticipation and lust. She didn’t expect to see the understanding or the gentleness. Not in a man this big or this tough. She bit her lip, and made her decision. Clinging to Mac’s gaze, drawing her strength from him, she lifted her hips, watching the flare of satisfaction blaze in his blue eyes, not letting herself think of anything else beyond the pleasure she was giving him.

  Her hips hit the mattress on a high squeak as she felt a hand cup her pussy. She wasn’t used to anyone but Mac touching her.

  As if they understood, Mac and Zach both stepped closer, Mac slid his thighs under her shoulders, sitting crossed-legged so he created a cradle for her shoulders, his touch comforting and supportive. “Hold your position, Jess.”

  She did, but it was hard with Zach’s hands on her thighs, smoothing over the quivering flesh, working his way back up to her pussy. She curved her fingers into the hollows behind Mac’s knees and held on as Zach stroked her thighs, pressing them further apart as he wedged his shoulders beneath.

  “A very pretty pussy, Jessie.”

  His broad fingertip stroked from her swollen clit to her vagina, tracing lazy patterns she couldn’t recognize. His fingers slid lower, encountered the base of the butt plug. He tapped it and looked over her belly at Mac.

  “Your cock going in here?”

  Mac stroked her shoulders. Against her cheek, his penis jerked. “Oh, yeah.”

  “She prepared?”

  “I was just working on it when you came in.”

  “Mind if I do the honors?”

  “Go ahead.”

  Hearing her lover give another permission to prepare her for him did strange things to Jessie’s insides. Quivery, lustful, primitive things. Things that had her lifting her hips higher.

  Jessie felt Zach’s hand fish beneath her and then there was the sound of the bulb being squeezed followed by a sensation of fullness in her rectum. Mac slid the tips of his fingers down over her shoulder, over the bump of her collarbone and then up the gentle rise of her breasts until he reached her nipples. The sense of fullness increased as Mac asked, “How’s that feel?”

  “Good.” And it did feel good. Both Mac’s hands on her nipples squeezing and pulling, and the plug stretching her ass, adding a bite of uncertainty to the calm. And then there was the threat of Zach himself. Big, wild Zach. She couldn’t exactly see him as a passive participant. Which just had her nerve endings hopping with excitement as the bed sagged under his weight.

  “Damned by faint praise,” Zach muttered, shifting his muscular body. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his shirt fall to the floor. And then all that heavy bone and muscle was between her legs again. “Let’s see if this makes you feel better than just good.”

  That was his mouth on her cunt, his tongue lapping leisurely at the outer lips, working toward the center of her passion with deliberate skill. Above her Mac played with her breasts, his rough fingers sure and strong as he milked the turgid tips, timing the pressure with the flick of Zach’s tongue. Between her thighs, Zach sucked and nibbled. Slowly, slowly the tension left her until her hips settled into the support of Zach’s broad palms and her shoulder relaxed into the security of Mac’s powerful thighs.

  This was her fantasy. And it was all for her to enjoy. Two strong powerful men devoted to her pleasure, giving her what she wanted. Needed. What in hell was she nervous about? The floodgates opened with her acceptance and all the sensations she’d been suppressing stormed over her, wrenching a gasp from her throat. Oh God, this was going to be great.

  She felt Zach’s smile as he nuzzled deep within her folds, seeking her nectar. His hair brushed the side of her thighs in a silken caress, his thumbs parted her further, making room for the hot thrust of his tongue.

  “Oh God!”

  Mac bent close to her ear. “Can you feel his tongue, honey girl? All hot and wet, stroking your pussy, lapping up your sweet juices?”

  “She is sweet, Mac,” Zach groaned in his deep voice. “A sweet, juicy peach. Damn I’m going to eat her alive.”

  Against his thighs, Jessie jerked and whimpered, her hands struggling in the restraints, forgetting that she had them on, groaning again when she realized anew that she was helpless.

  “Such a sexy little sound,” Mac whispered in her ear. He picked up the bulb Zach had discarded. Jessie gasped and arched higher as the plug stretched her further, whimpering when it didn’t stop, her breath catching on a sob as it expanded.

  Zach looked up, his face wet with her juices, his smile knowing. “She liked that, Mac.”

  “Yeah.” Mac pinched her nipples harder, drawing them out, holding them as she arched, watching her eyes close and her face twist with the pleasure they were giving her. He was giving her. He kissed her mouth, feeling her soft lips cling to his.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful, honey girl.”

  “Mac…” Her eyes opened, desire warring with confusion.

  He could tell Zach had homed in on her clit, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he fucked her with his thumb.

  “It’s okay, Jess. Just go with it.”

  “It’s too much. He’s too good. It feels too good.”

  Her hips rose and fell with Zach’s mouth. Her skin shone with perspiration as she twisted on his thighs.

  “No, it’s just right.”

  Her fingers dug into his thighs. “I can’t stand it.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  “I can’t.”

  Against his thighs her back tightened.

  “Just relax and let it happen. Feel my hands, his tongue. Squeeze down on the plug, baby.”

  She did as he ordered and grimaced again as he flipped the release and pumped more air into the toy.

  “Hurts,” she grunted. “It’s too big.”

  “It’s going to be my cock in your ass next, Jess. Just think on that and relax. Let it stretch you. I’ve been dreaming of taking that tight ass of yours for so long, I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back once I get in.”

  Her eyes narrowed, her lips pulled back from her teeth as the plug reached its maximum inflation.

  “Do you want to come, Jessie?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then come.”

  “I can’t.”

  She suddenly arched against him and cried out. Between her thighs, Zach’s head bobbed in quick short jabs.

  “Mac!” It was a high-pitched, desperate, agonized scream.

  He caught her head in his hands, holding her steady, keeping her teeth away from his flesh.

  Between her thighs, Zach froze. His hands backed off. His fingers gently stroked her labia as he shifted back. Over Jessie’s heaving belly, his dark gaze met Mac’s. “She’s so hot to come, it hurts her to be touched. What’s going on?”

  “I was hoping…” Mac sighed, kissed the sob from her lips and stroked her hair off her face, before explaining, “She can’t come unless I do.”

  Zach’s dark eyes flared with heat and longing. “Hell!”

  “I’m sorry,” Jessie whispered, trying to turn her head. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  The mattress dipped as Zach knelt between her thighs. He stroked a tear from her cheek. His touch was very gentle. Mac would have killed him if it had been any different. Jessie was very fragile right now.

  “Look at me,” Zach ordered.

  She did, reluctantly, checking with Mac first, every muscle in her back braced for the censure she expected.

  “That’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard,” Zach said.

  Mac smiled. “And I thought I was just a selfish bastard for feeling that way.”

  Zac
h laughed and flashed him a look of pure envy. “You are one lucky son of a bitch.” Then he sobered. “So what do you want to do?”

  “Let’s turn her over and give her what she needs.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  They had her on her hands and knees on the bed, the restraints keeping her legs tucked under her body, her hands under her chest. There was enough play between the cuffs that she could support herself comfortably, but not much else. They’d added another strap that went behind her thighs and attached to the one binding her hands. Her ass was thrust out high behind her, leaving her vulnerable to whatever Mac had in mind to do. The only movement she could manage was to fall to her side or rock back and forth on her knees. It wasn’t a surprise why the latter was allowed. They’d adjusted the straps so that she was higher on the bed, up near the head. The agonizing, too sharp arousal had dulled to a steady throb as they got her ready, but it didn’t go away. It hummed just under her skin, ready at a moment’s notice to flare into life again.