Page 52 of Body Checked By the Defenseman

“I need you, Mack, please,” I beg shamelessly.

“I’m not taking your virginity when the house is full of people. That’s a private thing, Periwinkle.” Okay, so he has more willpower than I realized.

Even drunk he is responsible.

I groan. He dips his fingers between my pussy lips. “So fucking wet for me.”

I moan, holding his shoulders. He rubs my clit and inserts his fingers inside me. He is driving me crazy. I reach for his cock and jack him off. His hips thrust into my hand.

“Turn around and hold the wall,” he demands, and who am I to deny him?

I place my hands on the blue shower tiles. I feel Macklin behind me, his cock brushing against the crevice of my ass. I have never wanted anyone so bad before and I crave him inside me, but I know better than to think he will take me now.

He inserts his fingers inside me and with his other hand reaches around my waist to the front of my pussy and begins rubbing my clit with his thumb.

My moans grow louder. He is completely unraveling me.

“I love to hear your cries, but you need to keep it down,” he scolds, his lips and hot breath close to my ear. His breath sends a shiver down my spine.

My legs begin to shake as my orgasm builds. “I’m going to fall. It’s too much,” I cry out.

“I got you, baby, I won’t let you fall,” he promises. He has never called me baby before. It is sweet and endearing. He nibbles on my ear and I am lost to all the sensations. My orgasm starts slow and builds as Macklin rubs me everywhere I need. Itis too much and too good. I don’t want it to end and he keeps going, drawing every last ounce of ecstasy out of me. I am a breathless mess with spaghetti limbs when he is done with me. But we aren’t finished. His cock is throbbing and my mouth waters at the sight of him. His wet body. The soft trail of hair that leads to his magnificent cock, his eight-pack abs, his legs of steel, and his round ass. Macklin is an Adonis and I love making him groan. I love watching him become unhinged as I suck him off.

“Are you just going to stare at me?” he asks with a crooked smile, bordering on shy.

“You’re just so. . .gorgeous.”

“I feel like that isn’t a description for a guy.” He laughs.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true.” I drop to my knees in front of him. Water is spraying his back and he blocks it enough that I am not getting sprayed. I feel a little cold but when I take his cock in my mouth, all reason leaves me.

His groan of satisfaction spurs me on. I take him as far back as I can, sucking him hard and licking his tip.

“Fuck, Ruby, this feels so good.” His hands are in my hair. His hips move, thrusting inside my mouth. When I stare up at him, I see his head tilt back, his Adam’s apple exposed, as water runs down his body. This is the most erotic experience of my life. I grab his butt cheeks with my hands and push him farther in my mouth. He begins fucking my mouth relentlessly.

“You give the best fucking head,” he groans, lost in the ecstasy. His eyes are closed. “I don’t want this to end, Periwinkle.” I don’t know if he is talking about the blow job or us. On some level I am hoping he is talking about us because I can’t see myself walking away from him now. He is a part of me. I only ever want him. But I can never confess that to him. He would get scared and never agree to sleep with me.

He comes hard and I suck all his cum down my throat. All the other times he had been restraining himself when he was withme. Tonight, Macklin is free and he is acting on his needs, and it’s so fucking hot my pussy clenches. I begin to moan as I suck every last drop of his cum. When he comes down from his high, he helps me to my feet.

“You feel cold, I’m sorry,” he says, pulling me under the stream of water. He holds me in his arms flush with his warm body and I warm up.

“Don’t be sorry, that was the sexiest experience of my life.”

He doesn’t comment but he holds me close. I feel his heart beating in his chest. I wonder if he is this sweet and attentive with all the girls he’s been with.

“What are you thinking, Periwinkle?”

“You don’t want to know,” I answer.

“That’s just not true. I always want to know what you’re thinking,” he refutes, and I pull my head back and look into his eyes.

“Are you this caring and attentive with all the girls you’ve been with?” I ask, feeling exposed because why do I care about other girls? He has a past I know about, but it bothers me now. I want him to be only mine. I know I am living in a dream world, but a girl can dream on occasion.

“No, just you,” he answers so quietly it’s almost a whisper.

He releases me and grabs a bottle of body wash. He squirts some on his hands and begins to wash my body attentively. Things feel like they are shifting between us. He washes me like he cares for me. When he washes me between my legs it feels personal and so damn good. I have never felt this way before and something inside me has shifted. I swallow, watching his body move as he washes me. I watch his arm muscles strain with the movement and when he is done, I take the same care to wash him. He almost seems shy as I run my hands over his shoulders. We don’t say a word to each other, but there is something deep and intense in both our gazes as we watch each other. I stroke hiscock to clean him, and he grows hard again. I am wet again but I know we have to get out of the shower. We both rinse off and then we wrap ourselves in towels.

“Should we make a run across the hall?” he asks.

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