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Chapter Twenty

MACKENZIE

“Do you have any fucking idea how sexy you are?”

Fallon chuckled, a soft sigh escaping her. She had to have known it was true. I had never met anyone who could easily take my breath away, with just a simple smile, like she could.

“I’m serious. You’re incredibly beautiful, you know that?” I held her face and kissed her again.

She ran her fingers through my hair, tugging gently, and I let out a soft hum as my hands glided down her arms to her waist. She raked her nails along my back and gasped as I tugged on her dress.

She took off my shirt and pulled away. “God, how is it fair that you look like that?” she said in deep breaths. I smiled, and she kissed me again.

I moved my hands from her waist up to her arms, pushing the dress off her shoulders and down to her feet.

I kissed my way down her hips and legs, feeling the soft curve of her thigh and the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. Fallon was a dream I never wanted to end.

She tilted her head back, allowing me to start kissing her neck, her shoulders, and eventually making my way back to her lips. Even if I were miles away with no sense of direction, I’d find my way back to those crimson lips, and the freckles sprinkled across her skin like a secret I was desperate to discover.

She turned her body and gripped the counter, leaning back against it. I placed my hands on her waist and lifted her up.

Her head tilted back, but I grabbed her chin gently and forced her to look at me. “Are you sure this is what you want, Fallon? Just one word and it stops.”

She looked at me, biting her lip, and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “Please, Mackenzie.”

Without another word, I kissed her again before licking my way down her neck, lingering in between her breasts. I greedily circled one nipple with my tongue before bringing it into my mouth. She moaned, causing me to smile.

My hands were gripping her hips. Her hands were tangled in my hair. Her mouth was parted. My mouth was in dangerous territory, licking and kissing down her stomach to her waist.

She leaned back and parted her thighs as I kissed them delicately. I licked her inner thighs, teasing her. I traced curvy lines on her skin, taking my time to explore every inch of her.

I wasn’t going to make this easy for her. I was going to tempt her until she begged for more. Then, when she couldn’t take it, I’d make her come so hard, she would understand why I did well for myself.

She jolted when my fingers found her soaked clit, her moans blocking out any other sounds as I blew gently. “Jesus! Please, Kenzie.”

“Please what, Fallon? Tell me what you want,” I said as I continued to circle her clit.

“I want you to fuck me, right here,” she breathed, her sounds shattering the little self control I had left.

“I need to taste you,” I said. “Tell me I can taste you.” I didn’t care that I was begging for it.

“Please, Kenzie.” She threw her head back and parted her legs wider.

The taste of her was enough to push me over the edge. Her desire wrapped around my tongue, and I craved more.

I grazed my teeth over her now crimson bud, and sucked. “Oh, wow!” She moaned and smacked the counter, trying to grasp anything she could.

I hummed into her, causing her to feel the vibrations of my pleasure within herself. I took my hands off her hips and interlaced them with hers. As she gripped my hands tighter with pleasure, I eased the pressure of my tongue on her clit, making her swell and beg for more.

Fallon let go my hands, and grabbed my face, pulling me up toward her as she brought our mouths together, getting a taste of her own essence.

She released our lips and I took a step back as she jumped off the counter.

“Fallon?” I asked. She grabbed my hand and led me to the couch.

She stopped once my back was to the couch and kissed me, pushing me back until I was sitting down.

She straddled my lap and kissed me again, my hands feeling the soft skin of her hips, and her lips on my neck. I moved my hands back, and grabbed her ass, bringing her closer to me and causing her to moan.

I began to trail my hands up her spine when she started to rock back and forth on top of me, making me groan and dig my fingers into her skin. I needed more of her. I didn’t know what she was doing to me, but I had never craved anyone as much as her.

The sight of her, the thought of her, the smell of her—it was the most addictive drug, and I was desperate for more. I could feel myself losing the ability to think clearly, willing to succumb to the pleasure of the high, even knowing it would eventually come to an end.

She kissed her way up my neck and whispered in my ear, “I want you to know how I taste when you make me come.”

“Fuck.” The feeling of her panting breath in my ear had me letting out a low whine, wrapping my arms around her, and twisting us until she lay beneath me.

Our eyes locked, my blood simmering with desire. Heavy breaths filled the silence. In that moment, we both knew there was no turning back. It could’ve been a mistake, or exactly what we needed. Honestly, I didn’t care. I was completely lost in the moment.

My lips met hers, and my hands began their slow exploration of her skin. A need to know every inch of her burned inside me—how she felt, how she tasted.

My fingers drifted over the delicate skin of her inner thighs, drawing a sweet gasp from her lips. Feeling her soft skin sent a hum of electricity through me. It felt like my whole body was on fire. With her lips on mine and our bodies only millimeters apart, nothing else seemed to matter.

The kiss deepened, and I teased her bottom lip with a gentle nibble before letting my touch trail further down, stopping to trace around her clit.

She arched into my touch, moaning when I started adding light pressure, forming small circles so delicately she could hardly feel the presence of my fingers.

“You’re so wet,” I breathed as she grabbed my hand and pressed it harder against herself, demanding more friction.

“Oh my God, Kenzie, please,” she begged. I pushed a finger in slowly before pulling out until I was almost out of her completely.

“Tell me what you want, Sunshine.” She writhed under me, pushing herself into my hand.

“Fuck me. Now,” she whimpered.

“How? How do you want me to fuck you?” I asked. “I need you to talk to me. Tell me exactly how you want this to go.” I would do anything she wanted—all she had to do was say the word.

“I want… your mouth on me, and your fingers inside me. I want everything you can give me.” Hearing her tell me what she wanted had my pussy aching for her touch.

“Mm, good girl. I love it when you tell me what you want,” I whispered, taking my finger out and grazing it against her clit, making her moan. I smiled and brushed my tongue against her lips before we shared another kiss.

She was such a beautiful mess, and we had only gotten started. I couldn’t wait to see her trembling beneath me, her perfect red curls clinging to my pillowcases, and my bedsheets soaked with her.

Kissing down her chest, I made my way to her thighs, making sure to take my time. I wanted to be present in the moment and not miss a single sound or shudder she made. She opened farther, giving me permission. I kissed around her clit, before taking it into my mouth, causing her to arch her body. Fuck, she was so perfect.

“Oh, yes,” she muttered. I was devouring her as if she were my last meal, licking and sucking until her whole body was trembling. I slid two fingers inside her while my mouth worked her clit. They went in with no resistance, and I ached for the feeling to last. She felt so good clenched around my fingers, and the little sounds she was making that filled the room made me fucking drip.

But her taste was something else entirely. It was sweet and her arousal smelled so incredible, I felt my own pussy tightening with every taste. She was going to make me come without even a touch.

“Fuck, Mackenzie!” she screamed as she exploded with pleasure. I drank up everything she gave me while she gripped the couch and arched her back, her head deep in the pillows.

The sound of her losing control would be burned into my memory for years to come. At that point, if she touched me anywhere, I would’ve exploded.

I took my time pulling my fingers out while placing tender kisses around her clit, before giving my attention to her trembling thighs.

She lay her head down and closed her eyes, her breaths uneven and unsteady, as though she were trying to gather herself before speaking. “Holy shit.” She barely got out the words, and I placed a kiss on her forehead with a smile.

“For the record, sweetheart…” I leaned in and kissed her again, letting it linger. It felt like I was telling her everything I couldn’t put into words. I pulled away before the kiss consumed me. “You taste addictive.” She smiled and stood up, taking my hand.

She led me to the bedroom and stopped at the edge of the bed. Taking her time, she stripped me of my shorts, like we had all the time in the world. I didn’t complain when my underwear went with them and she lay me down. She sat on top of me and kissed me, sucking one nipple while playing with the other, which caused me to close my eyes.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

I felt my clit pulse once. Twice. The sight of her alone was enough to ruin me.

This woman was my drug of choice. A naked Fallon and tequila did not mix well. In that moment, though, I didn’t care. All I cared about was this. Us.

She brought her lips to my ear, her voice low and gentle. “I want you to get soaking wet for me.”

I didn’t dare say a word as she led us to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, motioning for me to follow her. I stopped and stared at her, taking in her fully naked body, soaked in water.

It was Fallon who broke our stare when she walked closer and pressed our lips together. The shower head rained down on us and our bodies glistened with water droplets as we kissed, making the moment blissfully erotic.

She broke the kiss and turned us so I was facing the glass door. She stood behind me and I tilted my head back as she started kissing my back.

As her body was pressed into mine, she reached around, taking my breasts in her hands, and I gasped when she lightly pulled at the nipples.

“Fallon, I need you, please,” I begged.

“I knew you were a beggar.” She chuckled as she was gently kissing my shoulders. I would’ve done anything, as long as she never stopped touching me.

“Please, Fallon.”

She hummed in approval and walked us forward, pressing my hard nipples against the glass. The coldness of the shower door wasn’t the only reason I shivered. She was taking complete control, and I didn’t know how much longer I would last.

I gasped when I felt her hand trailing down my body, and she gently massaged my soaking clit. I held myself up against the glass and moaned as her fingers found their way into me. “Oh my God.”

“I prefer to go by Fallon, or Sunshine,” she whispered. She continued pushing two fingers in and out of me until I was on the edge of coming, before she stopped and slowly withdrew. I groaned in protest, but it was cut short when she spun me around and grabbed my face to kiss me.

“You are unbelievably sexy, Mackenzie,” she breathed, breaking the kiss.

My heart was racing and I was panting too much to say or do anything except blush.

She kissed me again, starting from my lips, traveling lower and lower. She kissed in between my breasts, then moved until she was on her knees in front of me.

She took one of my legs and propped it up on the ledge of the shower door and kissed each thigh, causing a moan to escape from my lips.

When her mouth landed on my clit, my head flew back, hitting the glass, but I didn’t care. As long as she kept her mouth on me, I didn’t care about anything else.

The sight of her kneeling before me, worshiping me with her tongue while the water coated her body, was all that existed in the universe.

When she nipped at my clit, I hissed and tangled my hands through her hair, keeping her where I needed her most.

She licked and nibbled a few more times before I was shuddering and coming undone.

I felt my release coming closer and closer with every touch. “Shit, Fallon. Please don’t stop. Fuck, that feels so good, baby,” I hissed, seconds away from losing my mind.

When my orgasm came, I couldn’t control the sounds that came from my throat. Everything felt too good, and I couldn’t find it in me to be embarrassed about whatever was happening inside that shower.

I forced my eyes open when she pulled away, and I was met with Fallon staring widely at me. “What? What’s wrong?”

She stood up and kissed me so hard I stumbled back a little. “You… you just squirted,” she stammered. “Holy shit, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

We were in the shower for far too long. So long, in fact, the water had run cold, but it didn’t matter. I would’ve willingly froze in that shower if it meant I could’ve stayed there with Fallon.

I stepped out of the shower first before helping her out and lifting her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my hips, our wet bodies pressing together again as I carried her to the bed.

I sat her down as I gave her a towel, and headed to the dresser to get some oversized shirts. After we put them on, I quietly sat next to her, my eyes never leaving her as I smiled.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked after realizing I was staring at her. “Is there something on my face?” She began to vigorously wipe her face.

I laughed and kissed her forehead, placing a hand down on the bed next to her side. “I just like looking at you, that’s all.”

She blushed and nudged me. “Oh,” she said softly, leaning in to give me a soft kiss. Just feeling her tongue anywhere on me…

The need for her came rushing back in an instant, and just like that, our shirts ended up on the floor.