Page 55 of Pretty Mess

“You don’t sound certain. Maybe I should leave and let you do your own thing.”

“Oh god, please don’t. I need you so bad, Mac.”

He slaps my arse again, and I arch into him, begging for more, but he doesn’t give it this time. Instead, there’s the sound of a cap opening and the slick slide of his fingers moving on his cock. Then he grabs my cheeks, spreading them open in his sticky hands.

“Shit,” he says. “Look at your little hole. I can’t believe I’m going to be bare in that.”

I shudder at the first kiss of his naked cock against my opening.

He groans, a startlingly loud sound for Mac. “Fuck!” He shoves inside me.

I throw my head back, shouting out at how good it feels and how I need him to fuck me. I don’t care who hears me. In fact, I hope they do. I hope they hear the sounds we make together. He rests against me for a second, rubbing his face into my sweaty back.

“Oh my god.” He sounds stunned, his voice thick and heavy with lust. “Shit, you feel like heaven on my cock. God, I can feeleverything.” His hands tighten on my hips. “I can’t go slow.”

“I don’t want you to,” I gasp and shove back against him demandingly.

He grunts and then starts to move with a fast rhythm, and then I’m blind to everything but him. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I imagine someone watching us. They’d see him bent over me, our naked bodies writhing as he fucks me with hard deep thrusts that send me into the chair. They’d see his buttocks clenching and moving. I wish they could see my hole stretching around his cock.

And suddenly I feel the tingle in my balls. “I’m close,” I slur.

“Don’t come,” he orders.

“No,” I whine. “Really?”

“Do as you’re told,” he snaps.

His thrusts increase in speed, and I feel him swell inside me, and incredibly, I realise he’s going to come. He never comes first. It’s so hard to hold off when my cock is begging for me to touch it and bring myself off, but I focus on him—his sweat on my back, the harsh grunts as he bottoms out. Suddenly, he freezes and gives a mighty shout. A moment later, I feel a warm gush of liquid deep inside my body.

He rides out his climax with short jerks of his hips, fucking himself into me. Finally, he collapses, his sweaty chest sealing itself onto my back. After a few seconds, I wriggle. My cock is throbbing like a toothache, and I feel utterly crazed with the need to come.

“Please,” I whisper. “Ineedit. Let me touch myself.”

I cry out in displeasure as he pulls out, but then his hands come down on my cheeks and he spreads them. I feel cool air on my sore hole.

“Push out,” he orders, kneeling behind me.

I hesitate. “What?”

“Bear down and push my come out of you.”

I might be scandalised, but I don’t have time to consider that novel thought, because all my attention is on what we’re doing.

I bear down as he asked, and feel the come trickle out of me, wetting my inner thighs. “You have no idea of how sexy that is,” he groans. “It’s creamy white against your red little hole.” I moan as I feel his finger run through it.

“Taste,” he says holding up his finger.

Without thought, I suck his finger into my mouth. It’s tart and the moment feels so sexy and hot and dirty. I’ve never had sex like I do with Mac. It’s incredible.

“Yes,” he says.

Releasing his finger, I crane my neck and look down at him. He’s flushed and sweaty, his hair messy, and his eyes very blue.

“Bend over,” he says hoarsely, and I scramble to obey. His hand forces my cheeks open, and he noses against the crevice there, his hot breath tickling my entrance. “Look at that,” he whispers, making me wriggle slightly. “Your poor little hole. It looks sore and very used. Shall I wash it for you?”

“Oh fuck,” I shout as his tongue circles my hole, all the little nerve endings standing to attention. He sucks and I can’t help my startled sound. “Are you…”

He pulls away. I try to smother my instant protest, but I can’t.