Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

I May Explode

Macklin

She is so beautiful it hurts. I want her so bad, but I don’t feel worthy. I never did. She feels comfortable with me and she is maybe even hot for me, but I know we don’t have a future. Hayden would never want me touching his sister and, right now, I feel like I am breaking something stronger than the bro code.

I watch her throat bob from my touch. She told me not to think of Hayden only to think of her and her needs, and I want to so badly.

She presses her thighs together and I am so attuned to her body. She is hot for me right now and I would love nothing more than to get her off.

“Kiss me, Macklin,” she urges, calling me by my full name. It does something to me. It makes my chest feel something foreign, and now I feel like I can’t deny her. I’d give her anything she wants.

I lean in and slowly brush my lips against hers. I take in her sweet floral scent and the soft heat of her lips. My body burns for her in a way I’ve never felt before, but I told her I wouldn’t sleep with her today, and I am a man of my word. Only when her fingers tangle in my hair and she pulls me closer, I shift above her, our bodies aligning. I lean on my elbows to prevent my body from crushing her. She slips me tongue and I groan into her mouth. I’m hard as a rock. My cock sits exactly between her thighs. We kiss with a passion that burns through me; I feel it burning through her as all coherence leaves me. I roll to the side and she hikes her thigh up on my hip and rubs her center against my cock.

“Mack,” she moans, and I know what she needs. She is begging me with her body language and her sweet sounds. I pop the button on her jeans.

“Is this okay?” I ask.

She nods and her cheeks are so flushed and her hair is fanned across the pillow.

I lower the zipper on her jeans and slip a finger into her panties.

“You’re drenched,” I observe, feeling her wet heat.

“I don’t know what’s happening. My body feels so hot and needy,” she confesses.

“Has anyone ever touched you before?” I ask.

“Except for myself?” she replies with a nervous laugh. “No.”

“We don’t have to do this,” I say as the heat in her blue eyes sucks me under. I’d do anything she wants right now.

“Mack, if you don’t touch me, I may explode, and then you’ll have some explaining to do,” she argues.

I slip my finger deeper into her panties, past a small mound of hair, until I am rubbing her clit. Her hand comes up and she rubs my shoulder.

“Ah, that feels so good,” she cries out. “I need more, Mack.”

I shift up and remove her jeans. She’s wearing a pair of cheeky pink panties. I lick my lips at how perfect she looks. I’ve dreamed of touching her since I was a teenager. This doesn’t seem real.

“Mack, are you with me?” she asks.

I blink. I’ve been with my share of girls, but it’s never felt like this. It’s never been her giving herself over to me. It makes me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling. My foster mother knew I crushed on Ruby, and she always told me I wasn’t good enough, but here Ruby is feeling so comfortable and open, I can’t deny her. With her jeans off, I have better access. I rub the wetness over her clit and then slide a finger inside her. Her moans grow louder and when I use my thumb to rub her nub as I finger her, she grows wild and reaches for the button on my jeans.

“I want this to be about you, Periwinkle,” I whisper.

“I can feel how hard you are, I want to touch you, Mack, please,” she begs. Fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Not today,” I tell her. “Close your eyes and enjoy this,” is what I say instead. She does as I tell her and even that is a turn-on. Her complete trust in me. I remove my finger from her pussy and her eyes open. I suck on my finger. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

She squirms. I insert my finger back inside her, but this time I use two fingers. I stretch her a little as I also rub her clit with my thumb. She begins to moan loudly.

“This is why we needed privacy, Periwinkle. Because when you’re with me, I want you screaming my name,” I tell her.

“Yes, Macklin,” she moans. I almost blow my load like a teenager.

I pick up the pace, and she comes apart on my fingers. It’s completely unhinged and the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. When she comes down from her high of ecstasy, she curls into me and I hold her in my arms.

“How was that?” I ask.

“Amazing,” she replies with flushed cheeks and a smile.

“I’m glad.” I kiss her forehead.

“I want to take care of you. You can tell me what to do,” she offers.

“As amazing as that sounds; I think we should save that for another day,” I tell her.

“You’re frustrating,” she complains.

“And you’re beautiful after coming apart on my fingers,” I reply.

She blushes and I know I am so screwed because my feelings for her run deep, and I will never recover from this.