Before I have a second to figure out what the hell she’s talking about, Mac’s palms hit my shoulders with a little smack and I’m tipping over. My back hits the mattress with a little bounce, my head at the foot of the bed, and then she’s climbing over me. I just see her hair, wild curls bouncing everywhere, and then she’s dropping lower. And… holy hockey sticks.
Mac’s hand is around the base of my shaft again, but now her lips are on my tip. White hot heat shimmies down my spine. She circles her tongue around the head gently, like she’s tentatively tasting ice cream for the first time in her life. And then, the flat of her tongue swirls across me again, harder. Like ice cream is her new favorite thing. I exhale on the back of a moan and reach for her, my hands landing in her hair. “Mac… fuck me.”
She’s in full swing now, her hand sliding up and down my shaft as her head bobs in a perfect rhythm and I can’t keep my thoughts straight. All I can do is drown in the sensations of her full lips around my cock and her hot, wet mouth sucking and licking every inch of me. Every inch.
I’m going to come and it’s going to be embarrassingly fast if she doesn’t stop the magic with that mouth. “Oh God… Mac… Wait…”
She pulls back, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. She’s smiling just a little bit, and her light eyes glint with something mischievous. “Are you changing your mind, or just trying not to come.”
“Latter,” I pant out.
“M’kay. Not stopping.” And then she’s swirling her tongue around my length again. I give up and give in to the delicious heat, friction, and pressure of this relentless, very goal-oriented, and incredibly gorgeous woman. It's not even three minutes later I have to warn her the end is nigh. But she doesn't move, she lets me come in her mouth, greedily sucking every last drop from me.
I lay there, fighting for breath and the ability to feel my limbs again. I would honestly just pass out I’m so spent but… it’s my turn. Or her turn, I guess. I’m betting I’m just as eager to taste her as she is to find release. And now I have a goal. She’s going to break apart on my tongue in less than three minutes. I can’t be the only quick shooter here.
“Come here,” I demand, trying to sound like I’m in control.
The mattress shifts and then she’s straddling my waist and leaning forward. Her hair wild around her face. She’s still smiling that sexy confident smile. I push myself up on my elbows and kiss her. I keep kissing her and lift off my arms, grabbing her ass and pulling her whole body forward. I break the kiss to lay back on the mattress and pull her up as I slide down.
“Conner you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I correct. Her bare pussy is hovering inches from my mouth and she’s looking down at me with wide eyes. Her skin starts to flush around her cheeks. She’s exposed to me in every intimate way possible and it’s hitting her hard that we’re doing things to each other no one would believe considering we barely know each other anymore.
I push that thought from my head, close my eyes, and press my mouth to her perfect pussy. She’s wet and sweet and with just the first pass of my tongue over her folds her thighs quiver. When my tongue slides up again, I make sure to press the flat of it over her clit before pausing and giving it all the extra attention it deserves. She starts to mewl, all breathy and shaky, and then her hips buck just a little, rolling and grinding. She’s desperate for release. I open my eyes and see her hands on her breasts, her nipples pinched in between her fingers. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I grab her ass as she pushes her wet, eager center at me again and I guide her across my tongue, steering her by the grip I’ve got on that firm round ass. “Con…ner... I… yes!”
Mackenzie Larue, my childhood crush, is coming on my face. And it’s fucking heaven. I feel good and valuable and happy for the first time in a long time. So I promise myself, right there as my tongue laps up every last drop of her desire, that somehow, some way, I’m not going to let this thing I’ve started with Mac end. Not that I have any idea how to keep this going, or if she even wants to.
But right now she’s dropped onto my chest, her left cheek against my pec as she struggles to catch her breath. She’s moved her legs so they’re straight out, resting together between mine and when I wrap my arms around her she doesn’t flinch or tense. Her heart is still hammering wildly against my own, which is galloping like a wild colt.
I don't know what to say or do next. I fight against the reality of this situation because it's filled with questions and uncertainty. I'm so sick of those feelings. So I am almost grateful when my phone starts buzzing from the pocket of my pants on the floor. "I gotta get that in case it's Callie and she starts a search party."
Mac huffs out a tiny laugh and rolls off me so I can sit up and dig for the phone. As I pull it out of the pants pocket, I feel the mattress shift behind me. Mac crawls off the bed gracefully and crosses the room, all tanned smooth skin, taut nipples, and round, perfect ass. My mouth salivates. I will bite one of those lush cheeks one day, I promise myself.
She catches me staring as she reaches for her robe on the back of the closed door. She looks back because I’m just as naked and on display, and my limp dick is finding its second wind between my spread legs. “Damn, Mac, I might have to smash the glass at the Silver Bay pharmacy. Condom emergency.”
She laughs and turns away. “Answer that phone, prince.”
"Whatever you say, princess." I see the name Mayhem across the top of my screen. I take a breath and hit the green button. "I'm on my way."
“Theo and Tate said you left before them,” Mayhem tells me. “How are you not here?”
The whole family was meeting at Uncle Jordy and Aunt Jessie's house as they were hosting Christmas Day this year, which is rotated every year from house to house. "I stopped to give some dick."
Mac’s face makes the risky joke totally worth it. She looks like she might drop dead and her mouth falls open so wide and so quickly I’m surprised she doesn’t bruise her chin on the floorboards. I clear my throat to cover my laugh and keep talking to Mayhem before she can analyze what I just said. “Dick’s Donuts. He opened this morning, so I dropped in to grab some donuts and leave them at the hospital. Spreading cheer and all that.”
"Oh," she sounds genuinely floored. Meanwhile, Mac just picked up her scrub bottoms, balled them up, and hurled them at my head. She clocks me dead-center in the side of my head.
I cover the phone with my hand and whisper “You really do have a hell of an arm. Almost as amazing as your ass.”
“Con!” she hisses.
“Hello?” Mayhem says through the other side of the phone. “What did you say? Are you talking to me? Who are you talking to? Why is the phone all muffled?”
“Ease up with the interrogation, Tenley two-point-oh,” I tell her, smiling at Mac’s face as she turns red, opens the bedroom door, and unfortunately disappears from view. “I’ll be home in five minutes. Have my Bailey’s latte waiting.”
“I’m not your barista, Co—”
I hit end on the call and pull on my clothes as fast as possible. I run my hands through my hair and glance at myself in the round mirror above Mac’s dresser. I look more relaxed than I have in… probably months. The creases in my forehead are gone. I feel lighter too.
I head out of the bedroom and find her pulling the food I brought her out of the microwave. She places it on the island and pulls a fork out of a drawer. I drop my elbows on the counter on the other side and watch her as she slowly cuts a piece. “You put the syrup on the waffles before heating it up. Pro move.”
"Yep. Also, I pour a little syrup on the plate before the waffle or pancake, and it absorbs it from the bottom ensuring every bite always has syrup," she explains and raises the fork to her lips. A little dollop of syrup tries to escape and hits her bottom lip as she presses her lips around the fork. She chews and her eyes light up and she makes a mewing sound again. Not quite as sexy as the one my mouth teased out of her, but close. She swallows, fork immediately going for another piece. "These are insane. Best waffles I've ever eaten."
“Gram’s family recipe,” I say proudly. “The cousins used to always have a big sleepover Christmas Eve at their place and she would make it for us in the morning while we waited for our parents to come back over so we could open presents. Now the boy cousins still spend the night, usually because we’re too trashed to stumble home, and she always has them ready for us when we wake up.”
Mac listens as she devours another bite with a pleased smile. “Thanks for sharing them.”
“Thanks for… letting me eat… something else,” I reply still feeling obscenely bold. “Only thing I’ve had on Christmas morning that beats the waffles.”
“You are…” She shakes her head, staring at her plate with her cheeks on fire.
She never finishes that sentence so I do. “Late for Christmas Day activities. I have to go.”
“Sure. And I need to finish this and sleep the day away,” she replies and lifts another bite but she doesn’t put it in her mouth. It hangs there on the fork between us as I reach over and use the pad of my thumb to wipe that dollop of syrup off her bottom lip. As my thumb glides across her lip she sucks it into her mouth, licking it clean and forcing my other hand to adjust my erection.
And then, as I slowly pull my thumb from between her lips she turns the fork around and offers me a piece of the waffle. Seriously, this woman just keeps getting more perfect. I open my mouth and she places it inside, and I pull the warm, puffy deliciousness off the fork. I chew and slowly lean my body across the island. As I swallow I cup the back of her head, fingers tangling in her curls, and press our lips together. Our mouths open and our tongues, both sticky with syrup, dance.
I can’t. If I don’t leave now, I never will and the family will make this into a big deal. To be frank, I think it is a big deal, this thing blooming between us, but it’s too soon to tell. And if I’m going to be disappointed, I want to do it without an audience. It’s bad enough my family has to watch my career humiliation unfold, they don’t get a front seat to my personal life. So I break the kiss and slide slowly back away from her and off the island.
She rights herself too and we both square our shoulders on either side of the island. “I’ll text you.”
She nods as I walk backward toward the door. I turn to grab my jacket off the living room floor. She watches my every move as I shove my feet into my boots and shrug into my jacket. "Merry Christmas, princess."
"Merry Christmas to you, but I'm no princess," she argues back softly.
“Yeah, you’re right.” I open her front door. “You’re a fucking queen. And I will worship you again anytime. Just say the word.”
And then I step through her front door and close it behind me. Because I’m not brave enough to see her reaction to that offer.