Page 46 of Long Shot

“Find out.” Taylor growled as her hands explored Mac’s lower back. Even through her baggy sweatshirt, it was obvious how in shape she was.

Looking around, Mac licked her lips. “Are we doing this the traditional way?”

Taylor checked over her shoulder. Just a curtain separated them from the cabin. And although Darla and the captains had signed their fair share of NDAs, it wasn’t worth the risk. Putting her hands on Mac’s hips, Taylor pushed her toward the disguised door.

Mac reached around her back and threw it open. Inside, a small bathroom with dark-stained wood walls and marble counters waited for them.

“Waaaay nicer than commercial.” Mac laughed as she went inside. There was a simple bench next to the sink, a shower faucet, and a full-sized toilet. Looking for a place to sit, Mac lowered herself onto the bench.

Taylor shook her head, gripping Mac’s sides. “Not there. It’s too easy.”

“Why are you always looking for a challenge?” Mac stood up, her lips grazing Taylor’s cheeks.

Pushing Mac against the hard countertop, Taylor shrugged. “Life’s more fun that way.”

Mac whimpered as the marble pressed into her ass. Taylor brought her hands under Mac’s ass, looking into her eyes as she lifted Mac onto the counter.

“I didn’t think you were strong enough to do that.” Mac teased with a wink.

Taylor bit her lip and pulled Mac in for another kiss. She slipped her tongue into Mac’s mouth as her hands worked around Mac’s body.

“Taylor,” Mac whimpered as she pressed her hips into Taylor’s center.

Nodding, Taylor put her hands underneath Mac’s clothes, touching the warm skin of Mackenzie’s back as she lifted the fabric over her head. When her hands returned to the bare spot, she could feel the bulging muscle on Mac’s back.

“Jesus, Mac. You know steroids are against tournament rules?” Taylor joked.

Mac shrugged. “That’s hard work, baby.” Grabbing the front of Taylor’s shirt, Mac pulled her in. Following Taylor’s lead, Mac lifted the shirt over her head. Underneath, Taylor wore an orange bra. Taylor could see Mac starting to drool at the sight. Grabbing the back of Mac’s neck, Taylor pressed Mac into her chest.

“Oh fuck.” Mac groaned as Taylor used her body to spread her legs wider. Licking Taylor’s chest, Mac felt Taylor starting to thrust her hips.

Taylor moaned as she pressed herself into Mac’s center, feeling her warmth even through the baggy joggers. Not able to stop herself, Taylor gripped the pants and pulled them down over Mac’s ass and to the ground.

Mac lifted her own hips, letting Taylor take her sweats and boxers.

“Get inside me, please.” Mac whimpered in Taylor’s ear. The warm breath on Taylor’s ear made her spine tingle with excitement. She was certain that her panties were already ruined with pleasure.

Taylor nodded and let her fingers slip inside Mac’s folds. She gasped as she slid in. “Holy fuck. You’re so wet.”

Mac nodded as her head rolled back, slamming against the bathroom mirror. “I was alone on this plane for anhour. Just waiting for you.”

“Look who’s so obedient now?” Taylor teased, letting her teeth sink into the tender flesh of Mac’s exposed neck. “I think you might need something bigger than just my fingers.”

Biting her lip, Mac swallowed. “Mine’s in my bag. I can’t wait that long.”

Taylor pulled Mac’s ear to her lips. “I have everything we need right here.”

Mac raised an eyebrow as Taylor grabbed her wrist. She pulled Mac’s hand toward her own loose joggers. Placing Mac’s hand right on her center, Taylor watched Mac’s face as realization dawned on her.

“Taylor Young. You’re such a dirty little whore.” Mac gawked as she felt the silicone strap through Taylor’s pants. “What if someone saw you walking around with a dick in your pants?”

Shrugging, Taylor laughed. “And yet, no one has ever noticed.” She pulled down her sweats, slipping the dildo out. She pressed it gently against Mac’s folds, covering it in pleasure.

Mac’s jaw was still on the floor, trying to speak between moans. “How often do you do that?”

“Most tournaments, at least once.” Taylor looked down at Mac’s center, watching her strap tease Mackenzie’s entrance. Her clit throbbed with anticipation. The entire car ride to theairport Taylor couldn’t stop thinking about how Mac would feel wrapped around the toy strapped to her waist. “Do you want to see how it feels?”

Mac bit her lip. “Please.”

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