Part 18 (1/2)

Why did I pull away?

It's not like I don't want her. f.u.c.k, I don't think I've ever wanted someone so much. It's more about what I want to do to her. What I want to make her do to me.

I've tried to push her out of my head, tried to keep my mind off the small detail of wanting to bury myself b.a.l.l.s deep inside of her, but everywhere I turn in this house, she's there.

Her smile. Her laugh. Even the way she f.u.c.king smells.

”f.u.c.k me dead.” I let out a puff of air and fall to the bed.

I know thinking of her this way is only going to make it harder for me. She's everything I don't need. I need control, something we both know she struggles with. Maybe with time she might be able to, but what if she never gets there. Would it be enough for me? Would my natural desire to control just fade away?

No. I doubt it.

Sitting back up, I finish off my beer deciding I need to get out of here. I change my s.h.i.+rt, put my cut back on, and make my way back out to the hall. I don't want to, but I decide I should let Kenzie know I'm leaving. Walking to her door, I stop right outside of it.

”Kenzie, I'm heading out. Will you be all right on your own?” I call out to her but receive no reply. Her door is ajar a few inches, so I knock, letting the force push it open further.

She is standing there. Her pert t.i.ts take my attention first and instantly my c.o.c.k stirs back to life. She doesn't stop to cover herself and I don't look away.

”I'm heading out.” I manage some cough mumble thing, my throat becoming dry. She doesn't say anything and her eyes don't leave me. I should turn away, let her change in private, but I'm lost in the sight of her.

The soft glow of her bedside lamp highlights her against the dark room but even from this distance, I can see every one of those goose b.u.mps glazing her skin.

We continue to stand silent for what feels like hours, until the soft whisper of her nightgown falling to the floor shocks me back, like the first momentary sonic boom that fills the skies on a Fourth of July weekend. My eyes follow its descent, pausing at the lace covering her p.u.s.s.y.

Jesus, f.u.c.k, turn around, man.

I swallow past my hunger and try to will myself to leave, but fail when her fingers hook into the side of her lace panties.

”Mackenzie, don't.” My warning comes out strangled, my resolve slipping, but it doesn't stop her. She continues to undress, sliding her panties down her legs then stepping out of them, leaving her completely exposed to me.

She's beautiful. f.u.c.king perfect. Every f.u.c.king inch of her. But there's an innocence to her. One touch, one taste is going to destroy me.

What the f.u.c.k is wrong with you, man? Go to her. f.u.c.king take her.

”Darlin',” I say with a heavy breath, forcing my eyes away from her naked body and back up to her face. Her pink, plump lips, swollen from our kisses, slightly part as she draws in a long breath.

”You're making this really f.u.c.king hard to stay away.” My voice cracks as my gaze catches her hand sliding between her legs.

”If you're not going to help me, then leave.” Her voice is barely a whisper as her finger slips between her p.u.s.s.y lips disappearing from view. And f.u.c.k it turns me on.

Before I realize what I'm doing, my legs carry me to her. Not giving it a second thought, I slap her hand away from her p.u.s.s.y and pull her naked body to me. She comes willingly, a small cry filling the room at my touch.

”f.u.c.k,” I groan, knowing I'm close to losing control. ”I need you to think this through, darlin'. Be real f.u.c.king sure, 'cause once we start, I don't think I'll be able to stop,” I tell her when her chest hits mine.

”I've never wanted anything more, Beau.” My name coming from her lips in a plea cancels out all my reservations, and before I can comprehend what's happening, I have her on her back on the bed.

Pulling off my cut and s.h.i.+rt in record time, I flip the b.u.t.ton of my jeans. Mackenzie comes up on her elbows and watches as I lose my jeans.

”Holy s.h.i.+t, you have it pierced.” She looks down at my c.o.c.k, intrigue turning to wonder.

”I have two.” I point to the Apadravya piercing. The small barbell runs through the head of my p.e.n.i.s. I then pull to show her the Frenum piercing on the underside of my c.o.c.k.

”Did they hurt?” She bites her lip, her eyes not leaving the piercing.

”I survived. Had it done years ago.” She nods but doesn't say anything.

”You keep looking at me like that and I don't think I'll last long,” I admit. Her inquisitive eyes move from my piercing up to my face and I realize it wouldn't matter what way she looked at me. I'm wound up so f.u.c.king tight from not having my c.o.c.k in a woman for G.o.d knows how long, I'm not going to last long regardless.

”Like what?” She looks back down at my c.o.c.k and it bounces its own h.e.l.lo.

”Like you want to wrap your mouth around my d.i.c.k and milk it dry,” I offer the visual, the picture playing out in my mind.

Yep, there is no way I'm going back on this, now.

”No one has ever spoken to me like this before.” Her teeth graze her bottom lip, and I don't know if she's afraid of me, or f.u.c.king turned on.

”You want me to stop talking to you this way?” I ask, placing a knee down on the bed and moving over her.

”I don't think so.” She lays back, her dark hair spilling around her.

”You don't think so? It's a yes or no question, darlin'.” I keep my eyes on her, like I need to memorize every inch of her body.

”No,” she answers instantly.

”Then I won't.” I lean down and circle her nipple with my tongue. Her hands glide back into my hair, pulling as I bite down.

She's a responsive little thing. Just how I like it.

I switch to the second nipple, showing it the same amount of attention. Her t.i.ts aren't huge, but they fit comfortably in my hand. Her rose-tipped nipples are on the larger size, and I have to control the urge to want to place nipple clamps on them.

Too soon, man.

Pus.h.i.+ng the image out of my head, I focus on the soft little moans I pull from her as I continue to tease her swollen nipples with my teeth and tongue over and over.

”Yes,” she hisses between her teeth as her fingers tighten around my hair.

”You like that?”

She moans her reply and I pull back to admire my work. The creamy flesh is now covered in my marks. Nothing too crazy, but they're there, and her nipples are more swollen than before. I press my lips against each nipple before kissing my way back up her neck.

”This is how we're gonna play this, Mackenzie.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. ”Tonight, I'll do whatever it is you want. You're running the show here.” I give her the one thing I don't usually give. Control.

”But you said-” She looks up confused at what I'm offering and I quickly interrupt her.

”I know. And I will. f.u.c.k me, I will have you tied and submitting to me, darlin'. But not yet. We do it this way, or no way.” I know what I told her and know what I like. But now that I have her under me naked and willing, I can't stand the thought of pus.h.i.+ng her away because she can't handle it.

”Okay.” She nods before releasing a long breath. There's no way she's ready for what I want to give her.

”What do you like, baby?” I whisper my question against the sh.e.l.l of her ear and watch as goose b.u.mps come back to surface over her skin.