Page 10 of The Games We Play
Mac’s fingers found my jaw, tilting my face up as he held my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
I was his for the taking.
He placed a kiss on my lips and pulled away, mumbling, “bend over and let me see that pretty pussy, Pen.”
“I don’t get to see all of you?” I asked, running a hand from his chest down his abs and between the two roses that pointed directly to his cock. “What do you think goes through my mind when I touch myself?”
A growl fell from Mac’s lips, and he spun me quickly, slamming me against the bale. With one hand, he held me down, bent at the waist, ass pointing toward him. With the other hand, he pulled out his cock, running it along my entrance, covering himself with me.
“This won’t be the last time you’re naked for me. We’ve spent too much time fucking around.”
The tip of him ran along me again, teasing my entrance. Pushing back, I silently begged for it.
“I’m on birth control,” I huffed, desperately wanting to feel his skin on mine.
“And I’m clean,” he replied, rubbing a hand over my backside.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Without further warning, Mac’s cock disappeared inside of me. I didn’t know what to expect but when he buried himself to the hilt, I felt him so deep inside me.
I stretched to take all of him, my body adjusting to his size as he fucked me. A moan left my lips, my head tilting back in pleasure. Every thrust, every move of his hips hit the exact spot I needed.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my voice high-pitched and whiney. I rocked against the hay, Mac’s hands still applying pressure between my shoulder blades. “Harder.”
Mac obliged, his hips smacking against my ass. Euphoria built at my spine as he changed his angle, thrusting up against the sensitive spot.
Over the bass of the music downstairs, I heard Mac growl, and his hand left my back to fall to my hip. Both hips now in his grasp, he pulled me against him in quick, desperate thrusts.
“Just like that,” he coaxed. “You’re so fucking tight.” The timbre of his voice—his praise—set me on fire. I felt like at any moment I was going to combust and float away into the night.
“You’re so good,” I panted before I was yanked upward, my back pressed against Mac’s front. His hot breath brushed against my skin as he buried his face into my neck.
Mac’s teeth latched on, nibbling and sucking as he fucked me from behind. My hand flew up, cupping his face to hold him as close as possible.
He was marking me, placing his claim, which sent me over the edge.
I came, my climax hitting its peak, and my jaw went slack as I let out a satisfied scream.
Mac clapped a hand over my mouth, muffling the noise. “Shhh,” he barked, still fucking me through it. “As much as I love how loud you are, you have to stay quiet.”
“Mac,” I moaned against his hand.
He pulled out, groaning as he came, hot and messy on my back. I collapsed against the hay I’d just been bent over.
Panting, I was trying to get the air my lungs so desperately needed.
There was a soft tap on my shoulder, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn around. My heart rate was still high; the pounding echoed in my ears. I needed a moment.
Mac stood next to me, that familiar, cocky grin tugging at his lips.
“How about I help you back into this thing?” he asked, my suit dangling from his grasp.
I exhaled a laugh, still breathless, still buzzing. “Please.”
Once we were at least somewhat put together, we snuck back downstairs, slipping into the crowd like nothing had happened. A quick exchange of winks, a lingering glance, and then I was gone, disappearing into the night with my heart pounding against my ribs.
I replayed every moment on an endless loop. The way his hands felt on my skin, the way he tasted, the way my name had sounded on his lips.
