Reclaim Me (The Jaded Series Book 2) (22 page)

I let out a moan and bring my other hand up and into his hair as well. What he’s doing to my body is unbelievable, and he hasn’t even really started yet. I’ve imagined so many times over the years what it would be like to be with Mac fully. I’m beginning to think it’s going to be so much more than I imagined.

He releases the railing all together and with both hands, he places them at my waist, where he gives it a squeeze before slowly bringing them up my sides. With his upward movements, my shirt rides up as well, exposing my stomach. I push my ass back against his cock, and he let’s out a little growl.

“Shit, Mia. I want you so fucking much. It’s all I’ve thought about for as long as I can remember. You have no idea how many times I’ve jacked my dick to the thought of your tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock.”

His words elicit another moan from me, turning me on even more. Shivers race throughout my body, and my stomach flutters. Up until recently, I would have never admitted this, but he’s not the only one that’s imagined the two of us fucking.

“Then take me, Mac. God, please, just take me,” I practically beg him.

“Oh, I plan on it, baby, but I want to play for a bit first.”

              I want to tell him no. That I need him to take me now, but what he’s doing with his hands on my breasts feels too damn good.

My shirt is all the way up now, and he has the cups of my bra torn down, letting my breasts take in the night air. He takes both my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers and pinches and tweaks them. Moisture has already started coating my panties, and I squeeze my legs together to try to relieve some of the exquisite pressure. It does nothing to lessen the ache.

I release his hair with one of my hands, bring it down, and reach back to his ass. I try pulling him closer to me but it does no good either. Frustration starts to take hold, and I want nothing more than to push down my jeans, reach back and release his cock from his pants, bend over the railing, and demand him to fuck me.
Hard
.

I try to turn in his arms to get better access to his body, but he holds me in place.

“I need you to fuck me, Mac,” I tell him on a moan.

“In a minute, Pix, I promise.” I feel the coolness at my back as Mac steps away from me. I turn to watch over my shoulder as Mac walks to the door and opens it. He reaches just his arm inside, and a second later, the light goes off.

He smiles at me when he says, “As much as I want to see your gorgeous body, I don’t want T to wake up and catch us on the porch naked. I’ll explore that beautiful body of yours later.”

When I make a move to turn around, he stops me. “No, keep facing the yard.”

I comply with his demand and face forward again. A second later, I feel his hands tugging my shirt up further and I lift my arms so he can remove it. Next, he unsnaps my bra and throws both on the swing. My breath hitches when I feel Mac’s firm naked chest against my bare back. The light dusting of hairs on his chest rubbing me has me clenching my thighs together even tighter.

Mac presses his hips forward, which causes mine to move forward as well. Because of his forward motion, I have to put my hands back on the railing to catch my balance. My hips end up pressed against the railing.

Mac runs one of his hands up my stomach, between my breasts, until he reaches my neck. Once there, he wraps his hand around it and tilts my head back and to the side so he can claim my lips with his own. His other hand travels down, pops the button on my pants, and pulls down the zipper. His hand slips inside, and I suck in a breath when his finger runs along the damp material of my panties.

A deep groan comes from the back of Mac’s throat when he feels how wet I am for him. He pulls his hand back just enough to slip it inside my panties. My knees nearly buckle when he slips the first finger inside.

I pull my head back from his kiss, not able to concentrate on what both his lips and fingers are doing. My breath comes in pants, and I grind down on his hand, silently begging for more. He slips in another finger, and I swear I see the Northern Lights behind my eyes. When he adds his thumb into the mix and presses it against my clit with a hard flick, I cry out.

“Shh…” Mac says at my ear, reminding me I have to be quiet because Trent is in the house. I have no idea how I’m going to pull off not making any noise, but I know I have to. What I really want to do and what my body is demanding I do, is scream to the skies in pleasure.

“Put your hands on the rail and keep them there. Don’t remove them,” Mac tells me. I’m so desperate for him to continue that I’m willing to do anything he asks.

I place my hands on the rail, but remove them again when he pulls his hand out of my pants.

“Mac, don’t you fucking dare stop,” I give him a glare over my shoulder.

He gives me a grin, and I barely stop myself from reaching over and smacking the grin right off his smug face. “Don’t worry, Pix, I’m going to take good care of you. Now, hands back on the rail.”

I pass him another scathing look, which causes him to laugh, before turning back around and placing my hands back on the railing. A minute later, Mac is behind me again and starts pushing down my pants and panties. I feel his lips on my lower back as he slowly lowers my clothes. His lips move down until he reaches my butt, where he bites and licks over the globes. I arch my back to push my ass closer to him.

After the last of my clothes are removed, he runs his hands up the back of my legs, and I feel them start to tremble. He’s not moving fast enough, and my body is demanding he do more and do it faster. When he reaches my butt, again he gives it a caress before he stands back up.

I hear rustling behind me, and a second later, I let out a groan from my throat when I feel his cock meet my ass. His bare chest plasters itself against my back as well. He moves his erection until it’s nestled between my thighs. I instinctually squeeze my legs together to keep him there, loving the feel of his smooth, yet hard, cock rubbing against my sex. Because I’m so wet, his cock is able to easily slide between my legs and rub against my pussy. Each forward motion has him gliding against my clit, and I have to force myself to keep quiet. He feels so hard and warm against me. I want to lean forward and push my ass back so he can pound into me. Mac has other plans though.

He grabs a handful of my short hair and yanks my head back until he has access to my mouth. His tongue slips inside and I taste a hint of beer and Mac, pure bliss. He’s always had a distinct taste to him, even when we were younger.

The kiss becomes more aggressive and his movements behind me pick up speed. I’m nearly on the edge, but I want Mac with me. I need to feel him inside me when I come. Mac must sense my closeness because he slows to a stop.

He releases his lips from mine and groans, “Fuck, Pix, please tell me you’re on the pill.”

“Yes,” I whimper back at him.

“Thank fuck.”

My voice comes out stronger when I tell him, “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to kill you.”

He nips my ear and whispers, “Whatever my Pix wants.”

“If that was the case, you would have taken me ten minutes ago,” I tell him, sexual frustration evident in my voice.

“I’ve waited ten years for this, Mia. I didn’t want to rush it, but, like you, I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

He spins me around to face him and puts his hands on my hips.

“Hop on.”

I know exactly what he wants, and I put my arms around his neck and lift my legs to wrap around his waist. He puts his hands on my ass and lifts me slightly until the tip of him is at my entrance. I hold my breath; I’m finally going to know the feeling of Mac inside me.

Only, he doesn’t push into me right away. Instead, he looks deep into my eyes and asks, “Are you ready?”

I lean forward, put my lips against his, and give him a soft kiss, before murmuring, “I’ve never been more ready. Take me, Mac. Finally make me yours.”

With that, he slowly lowers me down his shaft, and it’s the single most precious and delicious feeling I’ve ever felt. Nothing could have ever prepared me for this moment. Tears prick my eyes when I realize that since my eighteenth birthday, I’ve only ever been half of myself and now, now that Mac has claimed my body, I finally feel whole again.

We start out slow. Me using the strength in my legs to lift myself up and down on his cock. Him using his hands to help lift me. Our lips lock and our tongues dance in tune to our slow thrusts. Our moans and groans mingle, and the thump of our hearts matches the other. We breathe in each other’s breaths. We are, essentially, one. Our bodies and souls are in harmony with each other that there is no way anyone would be able to tell where one starts and the other begins. It feels so natural to be with Mac, as if we’ve been doing this for years, like we were made specifically for each other and all the others before were merely stand ins until we were brought together again.

“Do you feel it, Mia?” Mac asks after breaking away from our kiss.

“Yes,” I tell him, knowing he’s feeling the same strong response I am to us finally coming together.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

I lay my forehead against his and stare into intense green eyes.

“It’s perfect.”

Mac thrusts start to pick up speed, and the climb I felt inside me a few minutes ago is getting higher and higher. I clamp my legs tighter around him and grind my pussy down on him. We both let out a groan.

“Fuck, Pix, I knew it would be good, but I never imagined this.”

His movements stop for a minute as he walks us over to the swing. With my legs still wrapped around his hips, he takes a seat, which causes him to go even deeper in me. I nearly cry out but bite my lip at the last second.

Some people may think that our first time should be in a bed with roses and shit like that. But I think making love on the swing where we’ve spent so much time fooling around on and making plans for our future is the perfect spot.

“Ride my cock, baby,” Mac says in a strangled voice.

The swing starts swaying with my up and down motion, which adds to the movements. Mac leans forward and lifts one of my breasts to his waiting mouth. He takes in a nipple and sucks it into his mouth. I grab a handful of hair and crush him to me. I lift myself up and drop back down, hearing the straining in the chains. It doesn’t concern me though. I wouldn’t care if the damn swing broke right now.

When Mac bites down on my nipple, I throw my head back and cry out before I can stop myself. Mac takes my head and brings my mouth back to his to absorb my cries, knowing that I can’t hold them back anymore.

I start moving faster and Mac puts his hands on my ass to help. He lifts me up and down in frantic movements. Each time I’m lowered, my clit hits the base of his cock.

I feel the sparks start in my fingers before it flows through the rest of my body. My fingers dig into his shoulders when my body racks with uncontrollable tremors. Mac catches the cries of my release with his own mouth. His hands on my ass tighten and I know he’s finding his own pleasure. I feel the warm gush of his release inside me, and it sends me over the edge again.

Never in my life has anything felt so good, right, and perfect. Anger tries to take hold at all the time that was wasted, but I push it back. It has no place here right now. This is just Mac and me, and I won’t let what Tessa did ruin it.

I lay my forehead on Mac’s shoulder and try to steady my breath. Mac runs his hands up and down my back. I hear and feel his breathing isn’t much better than mine.

After a few minutes, our breathing has become more normal. I lift my head and look down at Mac. I can’t see his face that well, but from the light of the window, I can see a look of pure pleasure and content is written all over it. I know mine reflects the same emotions.

“Hey,” I tell him quietly.

“Hey,” he returns and then picks up my wrist to kiss the inside. I sigh in pleasure at the sweet gesture.

We simply stare at each other for a bit before Mac leans forward and gives me a gentle kiss. He lifts me from his lap, and we both stand up. He leaves me for a minute after he puts his pants back on with him telling me to stay where I am. He walks inside and comes back out a minute later carrying a washcloth. He squats in front of me and wipes the mixture of his and my cum from my thighs and pussy. The intimate act should embarrass me, but it doesn’t. It’s been years since I’ve been the type to get embarrassed with sexual acts.

When he’s done, he reaches over, picks up my clothes, and helps me dress. We do all this in silence. There is no need to form words. We both know what we just experienced was something that has no words.

Once we’re both dressed, we move back to the swing, where Mac rocks us gently. He has his arm around my shoulder and is once again playing with my fingers.

“Come back tomorrow, and we’ll take Pepper and Drakar out for a ride. I’ll see if T wants to go as well.”

I don’t have to think about my reply. I would love nothing more than to spend more time with Mac and Trent and to ride a horse again.

I glance at him and smile when I say, “Okay.”

He smiles back at me and leans down to kiss my temple. I look down at my watch on my wrist and see that it’s late. I know he has to get up early in the morning with T. I really don’t want to leave, but I know I have to.