Page 83 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“Lauren, I’ve lived in London for a few years now, I know some of the local lingo. Pie, mash and liquor, which isn’t alcohol, and all that,” he said, with asmirk.
We had turned into the driveway for thehouse.
“I didn’t ask; how did it go with yourdad?”
“Good, we talked lots. It was…nice,” he said, as he climbed from the car. I didn’t wait for him to open my door, opting to do itmyself.
“Nice?”
He placed his arm around my shoulder as we walked to the frontdoor.
“I haven’tspokento him in twenty-five years, maybe more if you take my horrible teenage years into account. I didn’t know what to say. It was odd, awkward, we stumbled over words we shouldn’t have, and it felt like we were only just now getting to know each other. It was nice. It was a start, Iguess.”
He took his laptop from my hands and sat at the table. He opened it and his fingers flew across the keyboard as he sent emails and instructions to his faceless team. He checked time zones and cursed. For a half hour he worked. He then told me he’d instructed for the pre-press release to be sent to all shareholders. Of course, the email would go to the offshore company so there was no telling when it would be seen. He also told me he had all the bank details he needed to make the transfer. I didn’t ask him how he had obtained it; I knew for sure, it wouldn’t have been by legal means. He closed the laptop and walked from the kitchen area to the livingroom.
Mackenzie slumped into the sofa; he placed his arms on the back and rested his head back then closed his eyes. I stood behind him and ran my hands through hishair.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” hesaid.
Not that I had any idea of how to massage properly, but I added some pressure and encouraged him to lean his head forward. He rested his chin on his chest and I kneaded out the knots in the back of his neck. His body was sotense.
“You need a proper massage. Take off your shirt and undo your jeans,” I said,quietly.
He leaned forward and undid the cuffs of his shirt and the first few buttons before he pulled it over his head. He unzipped his jeans, leaving them hanging loosely on his hips. I rushed up to the bathroom; I’d noticed some oils in a basket in the cupboard. I grabbed a couple and returned to the living room. Although they looked old, I dripped some from the only one that actually smelled nice into the palm of myhand.
“Lie down,” Isaid.
Mackenzie shuffled and slid down on the couch, face down. He rested his head on his hands. I rubbed my hands together to warm the oil and placed them on his back. I kneeled beside the sofa and ran one hand to his neck and the other under the waistband of his jeans to his backside. Long strokes in opposite directions stretched out his muscles. The more pressure I added, the more he moaned. I stood and leaned over him, lower his jeans a little and using both hands to work his lower back and arse muscles. His skin was tinged with red; heat from my hands had also transferred up my arms. I was meant to be helping with his tension. In doing so, I was getting myself workedup.
I wriggled his jeans down his legs and discarded them on the floor. Mackenzie lay there in his naked glory. His tanned skin with a lighter coloured backside was delicious to look at and feel. I dripped more oil on his skin, over his butt cheeks, and the top of his thighs. I ran my hands over his backside, squeezing and rubbing, transferring that to his thighs. I parted his legs slightly and ran my fingers over the skin just behind his balls, my nails gentlyscraped.
Mackenzie shuffled, turning over so he was lying on his back. Although distracted by his impressive hard-on, I was concerned for the material and the oil that would be soaked into it. I climbed on the sofa and sat astride his thighs. I rolled my hands over his chest and up over his shoulders, back down, paying a little attention to his nipples. I slid them down his stomach, lower and lower, missing his cock before returning back up. He chuckled at my tease. I repeated the process a couple of times before Mackenzie startled me. He grabbed both my wrists and pulled me on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me, pinning me tohim.
“Are you looking for sexy time, Miss Perry?” he growled into myear.
“I was trying to de-stress you,” Ireplied.
“Fucking you de-stresses me. Now, remove yourpanties.”
He loosened his grip and I managed to wriggle my panties to my calves. I jiggled about until I was able to kick them off. Mackenzie removed one arm from around me and he ran his hand through my hair. He cupped the back of my head and brought my face closer so he could kissme.
I pushed myself up to straddle him, then pulled my dress over my head and unclipped my bra. I cupped his cock with both hands and stroked the length of him. I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused. When I was ready, I held myself over him and positioned his cock at my entrance. I lowered. Mackenzie placed his hands on my thighs while I rode him. I placed my hands on his knees and leaned back, I could feel the tip of his cock hit the sweet spot that had me crying out. I let my head fall back a little and moaned withpleasure.
Mackenzie sat up; he wrapped his arms around me and lowered his head to my chest. While I rocked my hips against him, needing to feel him at my very core, he sucked my nipple into his mouth. He nipped and rolled his tongue over the hardened nub. He licked and closed his teeth on the sensitive nerve endings. He bit hard, and held it there. The pain reminded me of the nipple clamps and I knew the pleasure would follow. It hit my stomach like a punch, my clitoris responded with throbs and heat; I could feel my wetness, slick against hiscock.
Mackenzie’s hand moved from my hip. He slid his fingers alongside his cock and inside me; his thumb teased my clitoris. I screamed out with desire. He stretched me and I leaned back farther. I wanted to part my legs more but I was out of room. Instead I fucked him hard and fast until I couldn’t hold back any longer. My stomach muscles contracted, my nipples puckered to painful, and I felt the burn creep up my neck and coat my cheeks. My mouth was dry and I struggled to swallow. My arms shook where I’d held myself on his legs, and I slumped forward into his chest as I came. Mackenzie, however, wasn’tdone.
“I need you from behind, Lauren,” he said. I slid from him and to the floor. I waited until he had moved from the couch and he grabbed my wrist. He dragged me around to the outside of the arm. Turning me to face the couch, he pushed on my back and I was bent over it. Before I could balance myself on my forearms, he was inside me. He held my hips, and he fucked me hard enough for the material of the couch arm to burn mystomach.
Being fucked from behind was one of my favourite positions. I missed seeing Mackenzie’s face, though. I loved to look at the expressions that crossed his features, the biting of his lip, and the way he ran his tongue over them. I liked to hear the sounds that left his mouth, his breath on my skin. But where he was, how I was, I could feel him so deep inside, I feltfull.
Mackenzie reached under me and thumbed my clitoris; he inserted two fingers, again, alongside his cock. He moaned as he felt my heat and his slick cock against his fingers. I felt his other hand wrap into my hair and he pulled my head up, arching my back. By doing that, I felt his cock hit places it shouldn’t be possible to. I opened my mouth and screamed out his name, thankful for the isolation of thehouse.
“More,” I panted. He chuckled as he let go of my hair and gripped myhip.
He fucked me hard, jolting my body across the couch arm, scraping my skin on the material. I missed his fingers inside me when he removed them and wrapped his arm around my waist. I could feel him lower and then he lifted me. I was suspended off the floor as he held my weight. I was level with his cock; I could feel the full length of him inside me because he wasn’t angled in any way. His sweat dripped to my back, mine to the couch. I locked my arms as my body exploded around him. I panicked as I felt hot liquid run down my thighs, I wanted to move to see if I was bleeding. Mackenzie held me still until I felt him shudder and heard him growl out my name as he came himself. I reached under me to see a clear sticky liquid on my fingertip. I had ejaculated fluid. I started tolaugh.
Mackenzie pulled out, and I gingerly stood. “Oh God, I have no words,” I said, standing with my legscrossed.
“Neither do I,” he replied before grabbing my hand and sucking my fingers into hismouth.
My stomach clenched, and I silently chastised my pussy for still being aroused. I was sore, my legs and arms ached, and I wanted a bath, long before I wanted to be fuckedagain.
When Mackenzie was done with me, he took my hand and led me upstairs. I was conscious of leaving a trail of our fucking over the floor, and he laughed when I voiced myconcern.
We stood in a shower not really designed for two and laughed, got tangled together, and cleaned ourselves. It seemed strange to be laughing after the day we'd had, after the knowledge Mackenzie had gained, and the upset he’d witnessed. That sex and the laughter was just what we, he, needed. We dressed casually and made our way back downstairs. While Mackenzie cooked us dinner, I mopped the floor and wiped down the couch. I wondered if I might replace it before weleft.
