I walk behind her, watching the sway of her ass as she moves into the kitchen. She turns slightly towards me and I pull her by the waist into me. Without saying a word, I press her lips to mine and kiss her. I feel her body melt into me as our tongues entwine. When I break away, I place a trail of kisses down her cheek and neck before letting her go.
“My goodness, that was nice,” Mackenzie says.
“Yeah, it was. I like kissing you.”
“I like kissing you, too.” She smiles and starts making another drink for me. “I also like sucking you and fucking you and…” She looks up at me and winks. “I like a lot of things with you.”
“I feel the same. I was looking forward to hanging out with you again all day.”
“What shall we do first?” I watch her shake the tumbler of alcohol. I’ve always liked that sound. “We can sit and talk for a bit. Get to know each other better.”
“We could do that. What do you want to know about me?”
“I want to know what you think about this.” She unties the sash keeping her robe closed and reveals the black lingerie she is wearing.
“I think you’re fucking gorgeous and we aren’t going to get much talking done if you don’t cover up again.”
Mackenzie grins and hands me the martini, brushing up against me on her way to the living room. I follow behind her like an excited puppy. Sitting down on the couch, she lets the robe drape across her body, laying her legs across my lap. I gently massage her feet as she sips her drink.
“Mmm, that feels really good.”
“Those shoes you wear must kill your feet.”
“Worth it for the look. I’ll wear flats when I’m old.”
“I’m glad you do it. You look amazing in them.”
“Want me to put them on now?” she asks, smiling.
“No, I’m not interested in your feet right now. I gotta say, though, licking your sweet little puss today at work with your stockings and heels on was pretty fucking hot.”
“I agree, but you’re naughty messing with me like that at work. I’m trying to keep it cool.”
“I’ll be good from now on. I just had to see you for a minute alone. You kind of rocked my world last night.”
“I plan to rock it again.”
“Perfect.” I pick my drink up from the coffee table and take a sip. “In fact, I was thinking of all the things I could do to you tonight.”
“Funny, I was doing the same thing. What did you come up with?”
I laugh. “Well, I was thinking I could start…” I pause for just a moment. “I think I’d rather hear what you had in mind.”
“I’ll show you.”
“Okay.”
I watch Mackenzie as she sets her drink down and then stands up. She walks across the room and presses a button on her stereo that starts to play a very cool song.
“What is this song?” I ask.
“‘If I was your girlfriend.’ Prince. Do you like it?”
“I do.”
“Good.” She stands above me and pushes my legs open with her knee.
My eyes roam over her body as she begins to dance above me and I realize I’m getting my very own lap dance. Using the tie from her robe, she drapes it around my neck. I reach out to touch her, but she turns around and lowers herself down, rubbing her gorgeous ass on my crotch. I place my hands on her hips and rub my hands over the smooth silk of her robe.
She lets the robe slide off her shoulders and on to my lap. My eyes take in her body wrapped in black lace with almost no back to it at all. I run my hands down her back and over her ass, smiling the whole time as she continues dancing. Mackenzie turns around and smiles while running her hands through her thick mane of deep red hair. I want to do that, too.
She reaches behind her and pulls the olive out of my martini. I laugh as she drags it across her cleavage before sticking her tongue in the center of it. She laughs, too, as she pops it in her mouth. She climbs on my lap and writhes back and forth, flipping her hair around and looking very much like a stripper at the moment. Not that I mind. Far from it.
Mackenzie tugs at my sweater and I help her pull it over my head. Next, she reaches down to pull my belt off. Once she does, she hangs it around her neck. I unbutton my jeans to help things along. I’m definitely ready for her now. She leans forward and kisses me softly, teasing me by flicking her tongue over my lips. I try to pull her down to me, but she moves away.
“You’re a tease, Mac.”
“Everything worth having is worth waiting for.”
“You are definitely worth it.”
Mackenzie only smiles in response and turns her back to me once more, bending over and popping that ass in my face. I can’t take it anymore and grab her hips pulling her into me. I bury my face between her legs, biting at the material that prevents me from seeing what I really want. Mackenzie giggles and presses her ass against my face.
“Spread your legs for me,” I whisper.
Mackenzie complies, placing one leg up on the sofa next to me. I pull the G-string to the side and stick my tongue in the pussy I’ve been dying to get back to all day. She moans, which only excites me more.
“Fuck, you taste so good. What you’ve got between your legs is like crack to me. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I want you inside of me now,” she whispers.
I pull my jeans down. To say I’m hard is a fucking understatement. Keeping her back to me, Mackenzie grabs me and slides down on my cock. I close my eyes for a minute just to enjoy the feeling of being inside of her again. Mackenzie grabs the edge of the coffee table and rises up just enough before I come out of her then lowers down again. From my point of view it might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She continues fucking me in this way, increasing her pace with each stroke. I usually think of myself as the one who does the seducing and all that, but at this moment, Mackenzie is definitely the one doing the fucking.
I decide to switch things up on her and grab her waist. Pulling her down onto my lap, I buck my pelvis, slamming into her as hard as I can. With each move, her lovely ass bounces beautifully on my cock. Fuck! I love how she cries out and runs her hands through her hair as I pound into her.
“You like this, baby?” I ask. I reach up and tangle my hands in her hair, tugging slightly on it.
“Fuck yes.”
“You are the best, Mac. The best.” And I mean it. Without warning, she spins around and pulls me by my neck into a kiss. I don’t know that I’ve ever enjoyed a kiss as much as I do hers. There’s just something about her that really turns me on. Gripping her tits with one hand, I quickly pull down the straps of her outfit and release them.
“You’re so beautiful. Your tits are so fucking perfect.” I suck each nipple into my mouth while she continues riding my dick like I just turned into a mechanical bull.
“I’m gonna fucking come!” she screams out.
I respond by pumping a little harder so I can hit her special spot. She suddenly grabs my shoulders to brace herself and does that same thing she did last night where she holds her breath and seems frozen in time. I can tell from her face that she does this when she is on the verge and then she explodes. When she does, she cries out, saying “oh god, oh god, fuck! Fuck!” That’s all I need to hear to join her with my own release. Mackenzie falls forward and I hold her tight. We rock together until our breathing returns to normal. I kiss her a few times before I let her go and watch as she grabs her robe to catch the remnants of our fuck session.
Mackenzie falls off of me onto the couch and stretches her arms above her head. “Why are you so amazing? We just work so well together.”
“Yeah, we do.”
She reaches for her drink and gulps it down. “I’m glad we met.”
“So am I.”
“Are you hungry?”
“No. You?”
“No.” She sits up.
“Want to talk?”
“About what?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I
just want to get to know you.”
“Why?”
“Is that a bad thing? I’ve had my dick in you a few times now. Can I at least learn a few things about you?”
She grins as she runs her fingers through her hair to get it off her face. “Sure. I like long walks on the beach and puppies. You?” Mackenzie laughs and I realize she is even more beautiful when she does.
“Well, I definitely like the beach. I’ve never taken a long walk on it. I either surf or jog.”
“I lay out in the summer. That’s about it.”
“Mmm, what a nice sight for the citizens of San Diego. You in a bikini.”
“Well, you get to see a lot more than a bikini.”
“I’m a lucky son of a bitch. Thanks for picking me.”
“I just had a feeling that we would be compatible. Work-wise, initially. When I met you at the restaurant that first time I was floored, honestly. You are extremely good looking and your online pictures don’t do you justice. I tried to focus on my professional relationship with you, but quite frankly, I get wet every time I see you. My pussy literally twitches in your presence.”
I throw my head back in laughter. “That’s fucking awesome. My dick does the same thing in response to you. Especially now that he knows how sweet you are.”
“Oh yeah, it’s definitely worse now. I’m afraid I’m gonna leave a wet spot on my skirt after I’m around you.”
“You flatter me.”
“It’s true. I knew I had to fuck you. No matter what. It’s not like me to pursue a man, but honestly, I knew you and I could have something amazing. I was right.”
“Yeah, you were.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“No. You?”
Her eyes shift briefly to the floor before looking back at me. “Yeah. Once, but it was a long time ago. Is that something you want?”
“I don’t think about it.” I reach over and take her hand in mine. “What do you want in life?”
“I told you. I want to rule the world. Well, the advertising world, at least. I want to travel and enjoy the fine things in life. And I want you.”
“Why me?”
She sighs. “I told you that, too. I’m not a complicated person. I just want to have fun and when we get tired of it, we’ll move on.”
“How do you know we won’t fall in love?”
“Is love necessary? Can’t we just be partners in all things? Love complicates things. Then we have to start talking about marriage and babies and shit. I don’t want to be tied down with commitments and responsibilities. I just want to be me and I want a man in my life who shares my vision and my desires. I picked you because I think we can have that together.”
“I’ve never heard a woman talk like that.”
“Again, I’m not like the other women you’ve known.”
“I see that. In a way it’s cool, but I’m not really sure how to react.”
“Why don’t you just go with it, like I do?” She takes a sip of her drink.
“Wouldn’t you like to fall in love?”
Mackenzie looks up at me like I grew an extra head. “If it happens then great. If it doesn’t that’s cool, too. I like my life as it is. I enjoy getting fucked whenever I want by someone who is hot and knows what they are doing. Besides, if I fall in love, there is probably an expectation of monogamy and I told you, I need to get my girl on sometimes.”
I laugh. “Could you even be monogamous? Since you like both sexes?”
“Don’t know. Maybe I’m just going through a phase. Whatever it is, I’m not ready to settle down with just one person. That doesn’t mean I’m not faithful to one person at a time. I am. Or at least I can be. You sound like you want me to fall in love with you.”
“Not necessarily. I’m in the same place as you are. I want to be free, too. I’m at the top of my game and life is good. I’m certainly not ready for a life in the suburbs. I’m just used to women attaching themselves to me and hoping for the ring and the white picket fence.”
“I don’t know why any woman who has heard about your rep would think they could change that. It’s very clear, at least it is to me, that you like to keep your options open. To say you aren’t the settling down type is an understatement.”
“I don’t think I’m as bad as I’m portrayed to be. I won’t lie and say I don’t have a slight problem with interns, but I stopped when I got promoted and I can keep it in my pants. Except around you.”
Mackenzie smiles and drags her fingers up and down my arm. “What’s so exciting about interns, anyway?”
“Good question.” It really is. I’ve never given it any thought before. “To be honest I think it’s a power thing. They look up to me and are essentially putty in my hands. Plus, I know that their time in the company will be short and when it ends there won’t be as much drama.”
“You never met one you wanted to keep around?”
“No. After the last one, I swore them off. Then I got promoted, so I cleaned up my act.”
“Until you met me.”
“It’s different with you.”
“Why?”
“It just is.”
Mackenzie grins and attempts to tickle my side. I squirm away from her, not wanting to reveal that I am actually very ticklish. She keeps trying and I start to laugh.
“Why?” she asks again.
“Because you’re everything a guy like me could want. You’re beautiful, sexy, smart, confident, and independent. You’re professional and you know your shit. You are like the female version of me. It’s not just a dirty hookup like the stuff I did with interns. I respect you.”
“Aw, thanks, Brayden.” She looks down and stares at her hands in her lap.
I reach over to her and move her hair so I can see her face. “What are you thinking about?”
“It’s just funny to me. I thought you were going to be a cocky asshole. I figured I would have to keep my guard high around you, but actually I feel really comfortable and you are much sweeter than you seem.”
“I can be sweet, but I can still be a cocky asshole when I want to be.”
“And I can be a raging bitch when necessary.”
“Yeah, again, you are the female version of me,” I grin.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.”
I stare at her for a minute as a gorgeous smile spreads across her lips. Leaning in close, I kiss her softly, letting our tongues leisurely explore each other’s mouths. She scoots closer, keeping her lips locked on mine. I run my fingers through hair that feels as soft and comforting as a cashmere blanket on a cold night. She pulls away and smiles at me—that Mackenzie smile that is all at once demure and mischievous.
“Do you wanna go to bed?” she asks.
“Yeah, I do.”
She takes my hand and leads me down the hall to her bedroom. Pulling back the big down comforter on her bed, she slides in then uses her finger to motion for me to join her. I climb in beside her and pull her close. Inhaling the scent of her hair, my hands glide down her back and land on her ass.
“Tell me about your tattoo. I’m dying to know.”
“Okay. I’m half Irish so I decided to get a four-leaf clover to represent my heritage.”
“That’s it?”
No. Not at all. She doesn’t need to know that I got it as a sign of luck and of hope. I got it to remind myself that I don’t have to live the life my parents live and that I can be happy. I can do and have anything I want. I got it to remember how truly lucky I am to have the life I do.
“That’s it.”
“I thought it was going to be some deep, moving story.”
“I’m not that deep of a guy, Mackenzie. Sorry to disappoint you.” I grin.
“I’m not a hundred percent sure I believe you, but if that’s all you want to say then I’ll accept it. I’m not one to pry.”
“Good thing because for every secret I tell you of mine you’ll have to tell me one of y
ours.”
“That’s fair.”
I brush my lips against her cheek. “Are you ready for sleep?”
“Absolutely not. I’m ready for round two.”
“Perfect.”
I wake to the sound of an espresso machine spitting steamed milk. Blinking my eyes open, I’m surrounded by darkness and remember I’m in Mackenzie’s bed. I stretch and pull myself upright just as she appears in the doorway.
“Morning,” she says softly. “I brought you a cappuccino.”
“Perfect.” My throat is scratchy and a little sore. It must be from the pussy eating marathon it endured last night. Mackenzie hands me the hot drink and I sip it, welcoming the soothing warmth. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She climbs into bed next to me. “I know it’s early, but I do my yoga first thing before work. I just finished.”
“You’re still naked.”
“Yeah, that’s how I do it.”
“I’d like to watch you.”
“That can be arranged.” She sips her coffee and gets a little foam on her lip. I sigh as she licks it off. Even that was sexy.
“I don’t know how, but I feel like sliding back inside of you again. Everything you do is amazing.”
“You’re gonna give me a big head.”
“You deserve to have one.”
She grins. “Finish your coffee and then we’ll shower.”
“I’m fucking you in there.”
“You better.”
I drink down my coffee and follow her sweet ass into the bathroom. While she starts the shower I quickly brush my teeth, keeping my eyes on her the entire time. Something about her makes me feel a little crazy inside. Not good crazy, either. The kind of crazy where you get locked up. I’m literally obsessed with what she has between her legs. Just before she steps into the shower I grab her by the waist and whisper into her hair.
“Do you think you’re going to get tired of me?”
“I don’t see how that would be possible.”
“Are you just saying that?”
“Do I seem the type that just says things?”
“No, you don’t.”
“I’m not. I think I have more to worry about than you do. You don’t have a history of being with just one girl.”
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