A whimper escapes me and my voice becomes weak. “You don’t play fair.”
“I never have,” she says. “And I never will.”
Mac leans forward. She takes my hands and pulls me onto the backseat of the car. I let go, bracing my palms on either side of the seat so I don’t fall right on top of her. “Not like this, Princess.”
My voice is a rasp and her lips curve. She knows she has me. “Exactly like this.”
“Would it be …” I trail off, the question in my eyes.
“My first time? Yes,” she answers without hesitating.
My heart threatens to beat right out of my chest. “Me too,” I answer. I’ve never been able to bring myself to look at another girl. How can I when I belong to this one?
“Jake.”
She speaks my name in a throaty whisper and it has me trembling. I lock my muscles tight, fighting against the instinctive urge to take what I want. “It should be special.”
“This is special. Finding you like this was meant to be. We were meant to be, and I don’t want to wait. I don’t want any obstacles getting in our way … or doubts. I just want you, Jake, and you want me too.” Her fingertips trail down my straining biceps as I hold myself up off her. Shivers break out across my skin. “I can feel it, and see it.” Mac sounds so fanciful. Not like herself at all. And yet her words are catching hold. Like a brush fire, they’re sweeping me up and burning me to ash.
She takes the hem of my shirt and pulls it up. I take over grabbing the back of the neckline in my fist and dragging it over my head. Mac’s breathing escalates when I throw the shirt to the side. Then her soft, warm hands are on my chest. They lower slowly and her eyes fix on the ink above my left nipple.
Her hands freeze as she stares, silence beating thick and heavy between us. “This is a tiara,” she states, her voice scratchy. She clears her throat and drags her eyes upward. “When did you get this?”
“When I was sixteen. It was my first tattoo.”
Mac covers the image with the flat of her palm as though absorbing it into her own body. “It’s me, isn’t it? You marked me onto your skin.”
“It’s not on my skin, it’s beneath it … just like you are.”
She exhales loudly. “That is unbelievably hot.”
A laugh escapes me. “You think?”
“I know,” she corrects. Her gaze dips to where my cock strains against my shorts. Her eyes widen. “I can’t believe how much you’ve changed.” A huff of laughter leaves her lips. I’m not sure if the sound is one of disbelief or apprehension. “So much.”
She puts her hand flat on my dick. Her fingers curl around the fabric of my shorts, squeezing. I jolt in surprise. “Mac!”
“For fuck’s sake, Romero. Touch me.”
I want to, but I fear the moment I do it will be all over for me. She makes the decision for me and grabs my hand, slapping it on her breast. Oh god. An involuntary groan escapes me when firm, warm flesh fills my palm. I squeeze. Oh holy mother of god. Mackenzie Valentine is beneath me, mostly naked, my hands are on her body, and my cock feels ready to blow. I scrunch my eyes closed, fighting to breathe. How ridiculous it feels to be so jaded in life and yet so innocent in this.
“Let’s lose these shorts,” she says over the roaring of blood in my ears. “I want to see you.”
Her hands fumble with my button and zipper. I unlock the tight grip I have on her boob and bat her away. “Don’t.”
Not one to be denied, Mac keeps coming at me until my shorts and boxer briefs are shoved down and my cock fills her small hands. White spots dot my vision. “Oh god,” I breathe.
Mac’s eyes are focused on what she’s holding. “You’re so hard and warm and smooth.” Her breath is coming fast. “I like it.”
I do too. Hell yes, I like it too.
I watch her watch my cock in her playful hands, trying to keep my wits but it’s too late. My ship has sunk. I lower my head and take a nipple between my lips, sucking it deep inside my mouth.
Mac lets out a squeak. I look up. Her head has fallen back, her eyes glazing over. Mac is beneath me, finally under my control. A powerful, primitive surge overtakes me. My mouth shifts to her other nipple and bracing on my knees, I grip the sides of her panties and shove them down. “Oh god.” She’s panting now. “Touch me,” she orders.
I rear up over her, my head lost deep in lust. “When we’re together, and we’re doing this, don’t ever tell me what to do. I’m in charge.” My palm lowers down her belly as I loom above, my eyes on hers. When I reach between her legs I delve inside. She’s slick and wet and so deliciously hot, I want to weep from it. “Got it?” A moan leaves her lips. I pause my fingers, my gaze locked on hers. “Do you understand?”
Relief sweeps across her features, as if relinquishing control is everything she needs. “Yes,” she breathes, nodding. “I understand.”
MAC
For what feels like the first time in my life, I let go. I just … let go. Of everything. I put my whole world right in the palm of Jake’s hand, and he stepped up taking it on instinct.
There’s always a fight inside me. It’s constant and exhausting, but it’s who I need to be to survive, to show I can stand on my own two feet, to prove myself. In a singular, monumental instant, Jake has taken that fight away, freeing me. The liberation leaves me lighter than the clouds in the sky. Even if it’s only just for this moment, it’s enough.
My eyes burn as his fingers began moving again. Pleasure floods my body, white-hot and consuming.
It isn’t just his touch that has me burning hotter. It’s the intimacy of what we’re doing, his body and mine so close and feeding off each other. My breath comes faster and my heart beats harder. An orgasm rips through me like a freight train. I cry out, eyes closing as I get caught in the waves of it.
“I’ve got you, Princess.”
And he does. Jake has me.
My eyes burn as the pleasure takes me to another place.
Then I feel him. The intrusion. He’s pushing his way inside my body. It’s incredibly surreal. His cock pulses as he pauses, gritting his teeth. My hips push upward, feeding my instinctive need for more.
“Move again,” he says through gritted teeth, “and I’ll spank your pretty little ass.”
The very thought leaves me dizzy and fevered. I want him to. I want it. What the hell is wrong with me that I want to feel the sting of Jake’s palm on the naked skin of my butt? My body is more than on board with the idea, but my mind balks. Either way, my hips are moving of their own accord. Jake groans and surges forward until he’s fully inside me. I suck in a breath at the sharp stab of pain.
Sonofabitch! Ouch!
“I told you not to move.”
“I couldn’t help it.”
“You’ll pay for that, Princess.”
Jake draws back a little. The friction hurts and I hold still. “I think I already am.”
“I’d stop. Let you adjust,” he rasps, pushing back in and pulling out, “but I don’t think I can.”
He thrusts again, and my body responds as the pain slowly recedes.