Page 55 of Body Checked By the Defenseman

“Let me fuck your tits?” he suggests.

“Today has been a day of lessons.” I laugh. “Would you like that?”

“Very much,” he confirms, his gray eyes turning to storm clouds. “Sit at the edge of the bed.”

His domineering voice gets me wet every time. I squirm as he discards his boxers on the floor. I sit at the edge of the bed with my feet touching the floor. Macklin walks up to me and tweaks my nipples and then he is rubbing them with his thumb. I feel it between my thighs; the ache growing and growing out of control. When he stops, I am disappointed but he takes my breasts in his hands and squeezes them together, and then he is rocking his cock in the crevice between. He closes his eyes and his head tips back as he fucks my breasts. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever watched. His abs strain and the look of pure ecstasy has me undone. I help him by holding my breasts together. I leanmy head forward and lick his tip. His cock is big enough that he slides it into my mouth and pulls back.

“Fuck, this feels so good. I can’t believe we’re doing this. This is a fantasy come true, Periwinkle.”

His words jar me. I can tell he’s attracted to me and that he likes what’s happening between us. I know he’s been enjoying our make-out sessions in the library, but hearing him voice that I am a fantasy come true does something to my insides. Maybe because I’ve wanted him for so long and knowing he’s thought about it too means maybe this is more than him helping me out with my situation. I obviously can’t jump to conclusions.

“Should I lean back? I want you fucking my mouth like I just did yours,” I suggest to him.

He strokes his cock and takes a deep breath, like he’s trying to make sure he just doesn’t cum from my words.

“Fuck yes,” he crows. I lean back and shift up the bed. Only the angle doesn’t seem right so I lean forward on my stomach and Macklin stays on his knees. His cock slides into my mouth and he groans.

I swirl my tongue over the tip. “I don’t want you to go easy on me. I want you to fuck my mouth like I just did yours.”

“I don’t want to choke you, I’m big,” he replies.

“Don’t argue with me. I want this.”

“If you want me to stop, put up your hand,” he instructs me.

“Is that like our safe word?” I ask with a laugh.

“How do you know about those?” he asks.

“I’ve readFifty Shades of Grey. The way she describes Christian reminds me of you with the gray eyes,” I tell him.

“I don’t know the story all too well, but I am not laying a finger on you,” he insists.

“I didn’t think you would, and I’m not asking for that. Now stop wasting time,” I urge.

His cock is back in my mouth as his hips thrust forward. I take him to the back of my throat and suck and then when he pulls back, I take a breath and do it over again. My eyes begin to tear a little, but I look up and watch Macklin come completely undone. His pace picks up, and I find myself getting turned on too.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Should I pull out?” he asks, his voice gruff.

I shake my head and he lets go. He grunts and stiffens and comes down my throat. He looks lost in ecstasy. His muscles straining. His body covered in a sheen of sweat.

When he pulls out of my mouth, he’s breathing hard and I take a large intake of air. I also use the back of my hand to wipe at my mouth.

He lies back on the bed and pulls me into his arms. Our naked bodies rest above his covers.

“What did you mean when you said this is a fantasy come true? Was it a just in the moment kind of thing?” I ask, feeling vulnerable. My feelings are here to stay. I can’t hide them or tuck them away. I’ve been thinking of Macklin nonstop since he agreed to this little deal. I’m even worried I compromised the end of the semester with not studying enough for finals.

He looks down at me and sighs. “It was the truth, Periwinkle. I’ve wanted you so long that it seems like forever. I don’t deserve you and I need to keep my mouth shut because this arrangement wasn’t about feelings, it was about me helping you. I’ll do better next time.”

His words jar me in a bad way. “Mack, why would you think you don’t deserve me? I’ve wanted you since I was like fourteen,” I blurt. “Don’t you remember the night Abuela had the heart attack? You were there for me. I was a mess and you held me together when Hayden wasn’t there.”

“I remember,” he sighs. “It was a rough few months after that.”

“Do you remember how I wanted you to sleep next to me? How we held hands?” I remind.

“I could never forget that night. I knew, even then, you were too good for me,” he confesses.

I shift up in bed and take his hand in both my palms. I’m naked but his words need to be addressed right away.

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