Sucker Punched (38 page)

Grinning, she fists my shirt and pulls me toward her, until I’m nestled between her thighs. I run my hands up her legs, my mouth aiming for hers like a heat-seeking missile.

When her lips are centimeters from mine, she murmurs, “It’s super creepy when you call me that.”

“Duly noted.” I close the gap between us, fusing my mouth to hers. 

Macy’s kiss is more intoxicating than any booze I ever drank. Each brush of her full, soft lips has me desperate for another. Each sweep of her playful, flirty tongue gets me so worked up I can’t see straight.

She’d just tangled her fingers in my hair when a throat clears behind us. I break away from Macy so fast that if this were a cartoon, there’d be a Blake-shaped cloud of dust still between her legs. My face burns as I fold my hands in front of my crotch, trying to hide my chubby.

Her mom smiles as she grabs the bottle of wine from the island, pouring herself another drink. “If I’d known doing the dishes could be that fun, I’d have done them myself.”

I frown as soon as we’re alone again. “Wait, am
I
the dishes?”

Macy giggles and shakes her head. “I don’t know.” She pulls me back to her, biting her lip. “I still haven’t seen your new place, you know.”

Believe me, I know. We’ve been dating for almost a month now, and going home to an empty house every night has been hell. It’s too quiet. My bed feels lonely without her in it. And to make matters worse, there’s no trace of Macy in my new house. Nothing smells like her. Nothing reminds me of her. My new house is just that—a house. It’s not home without her.

I want to do things right this time. I want to take it slow and build up to living together, like Savannah suggested. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have sleepovers every now and then. . .

“Then let’s go see it.” I press a quick kiss to her lips. “But you might want to pack an overnight bag. I have a feeling the tour’s gonna take all night.”

I know fuck-all about decorating. I couldn’t care less if my furniture matches or what kind of shit hangs on my wall. As long as it’s functional and comfortable, then I’m happy. So when I moved, I recruited Savannah to be my interior decorator.

I want my new place to look nice for Macy. I want it to be someplace she can see herself living, because I fully anticipate this house being
our
house someday. It’s why I spent a little more, why I looked in nicer neighborhoods, and why I stressed the importance of square footage to my realtor.

I want this to be where we live when we bring our first baby home from the hospital. I want this to be where our kids grow up. I want this to be where Macy and I have a long and happy marriage.

I want this to be our home.

I have high hopes for this house, so I hold my breath and watch Macy as she studies my new living room. 

“You got new furniture,” she says quietly.

“Yeah.” I scratch the back of my head, feeling anxious. Does she like it or not? “Figured a new house could use new furniture.” I also figured keeping a couch that she’d seen me fuck Tori on would be a bad idea. So in the spirit of fresh starts, I replaced it with a new one.

“I like it. A lot.” She smiles, and it feels like a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulders. 

Tilting her head back, I plant one on her mouth. “I like you a lot.”

Her eyes dip to my mouth as she places her hands on my hips. “I’m nervous,” she admits, glancing up at me. A small smile touches her lips. “I feel like it’s our first time all over again.”

My mouth crooks into a grin. “Let me take care of that for you.”

She squeals as I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, racing through the house to the stairs. “What are you
doing
?” she shouts between bursts of laughter as I take the stairs two at a time.

“Hush.” I swat her ass as we enter my room, pausing to flip on the light before I toss her on the bed. The whole frame shakes as she bounces on the mattress.

I reach behind me and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor. Macy’s smile suddenly dies as her eyes settle on my chest, and I frown, wondering what the hell she’s staring at as I look down.

Oh. I forgot about that.

Macy climbs onto her knees to get a closer look, her fingers tracing the ink embedded into my skin. “When did you do this?”

“Right after I got out of rehab.”

“Why?” she asks, glancing up at me.

I shrug. “You own my heart. It just made sense to mark it as yours.”

Her brows knit together as she brushes the crown inked into my chest, above the word
Duchess
. “What would you have done if we hadn’t gotten back together?” she asks, worrying her lower lip. “This is so. . .permanent.”

I tilt her chin back, making her eyes meet mine. “How I feel about you is permanent.”

Macy’s eyes water as she wraps her arms around my neck. “I love you.”

God, I’ll never get tired of hearing her say that. “Not as much as I love you.” My lips brush hers in a soft kiss that quickly turns heated.

I break away to lift the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. The long tendrils of her hair cascade around her shoulders as she lowers her arms. I’m trying
so
hard not to just outright stare at her high, perfect tits straining against the thin, white lace of her bra. 

They’re begging me to touch them. . .and suck on them, and bite them—in that order.

My hands run up her sides and along her ribs as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. The straps fall limply down her shoulders and I tug the cups down, exposing the perkiest, tightest pair of breasts I’ve ever had the privilege of seeing. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed these tits.” We’ve been taking things slow in every sense of the word, and that’s fine. Macy’s worth the wait. But I’d be lying if I said my balls weren’t so blue they’ve turned black. 

There’s a limit to how much tension my hand can relieve.

I’ve been counting down the days, hours, and minutes until I could sink my cock inside her tight, perfect pussy. Now that it’s here, “slow” is the furthest thing from my mind.

I cup her tit in my hand, leaning down to circle her nipple with my tongue until it’s nice and tight, then suck it into my mouth. She sucks in a breath and threads her fingers in my hair.

“They’ve missed you, too.”

Macy makes these breathy little gasps and moans as I tease her nipple with my mouth. Each one makes my cock harder and harder until it’s damn near punching a hole through my jeans.

I pluck her nipple out of my mouth with a loud pop. “Lie back.”

She swallows and does what I ask as her gaze dips down my torso. She looks like she wants to eat me alive with the way her little pink tongue snakes out to wet her lips. 

My dick twitches in response, and I stroke it through my jeans. “Keep looking at me like I’m a piece of candy and I’ll give you something to suck on.”

Macy’s teeth catch her lip as I kick off my shoes and undo my fly. Her eyes are glued to my hips as I push everything down, springing my cock free. “You promise?”

Goddamn it, I love this fucking woman.

Kneeling on the bed, I grab her behind the knees and jerk her down the mattress. A surprised sound catches in her throat as her eyes widen. I would’ve found it funny if I weren’t so intent on getting her good and naked.

I grip my cock in my hand, leisurely stroking it. She reaches for it and I catch her wrist, grinning darkly at her subsequent pout. “So impatient.”

I
want
her to touch me, though. I want it so bad that I’d give my left nut just to feel those tiny, dainty fingers wrap around my cock, but I know that as soon as it happens, I’m done for.

And I’m just getting started.

My fingers slip inside her panties, grazing her soft skin. I pull them down, along with her jeans, and she lifts her ass to accommodate me. I think I throw them on the floor, but I’m not really sure.

Once I get sight of those perfect pink lips and smooth, bare skin, everything else in the world ceases to exist.

“Fuck, Duchess.” Awe colors my tone as I run my fingers up the insides of her thighs. I stop just short of where I desperately want to be and run my hands over her hips and up the flat expanse of her stomach.

Leaning forward, I hover above her with my hips cradled in my favorite spot—between her thighs. There’s no place else in the whole world I’d rather be.

I take her mouth in a rough kiss and she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me flush against her wet heat. I groan, my cock feeling like it’s about to explode as my hips mindlessly thrust, sliding the underside of my dick along her folds and stroking her clit. 

She gasps while I curse.

Moving down before my cock can find its way inside her, I kiss her jaw, nipping at the area just under her ear. Her nails are digging into me and it’s got me grinning against her skin. “Are you still nervous?”

“No,” she breathes, her head straining back into the pillow. Her legs tremble as I scoot down the length of her body, kissing her chest and stomach along the way. “Please, Blake.”

“Please, what?” I ask, though I know what she wants. I just want to hear her say it. 

“Touch me,” she begs. 

“Touch you. . .here?” I graze the top of her pubic bone, so close to where I know she wants me, but not quite there.

She swallows, her chest rising and falling erratically. “Lower.”

I brush my knuckle over her outer lips and kiss her inner thigh. Her eyelids flutter as her breathing becomes shallow, and she’s fisting the sheets next to her. It’s fun making her squirm like this.

Letting out a frustrated whine, she says, “Jesus Christ, Blake, put your mouth on my pussy already.”

I chuckle, kissing her thigh again. “If you insist.”

Staring at the altar of slick, pink skin before me, I hook my hands behind her thighs and lean in to start my prayer. Her sweet, tangy taste explodes across my tongue as I lick up her wet cunt and circle her clit. A string of curse words escapes her as she grips my hair, holding me in place. 

Like I’d really want to leave. 

I meet her wild eyes, my heart hammering as blood pumps through my veins, to my impossibly hard cock. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

My mouth envelops her clit, suckling her, as she gasps.

“Oh, God,” she breathes. 

I release her with a loud pop and smile against her skin. She’s so sensitive, so responsive. It’s fucking
hot
, and I know it won’t be long before she’s coming apart beneath my mouth.

Her face is drawn tight in ecstasy as I slip a finger inside her. Macy rewards me by gripping my hair as her breathy moans fill the room.

Pre-cum leaks out of my cockhead, moistening a sticky spot on my bed. My dick throbs in time with my rapid heartbeat, demanding some kind of attention—thrusting, rubbing,
anything
—but I ignore it. I’m saving every last drop of cum for when I finally slide inside this tight pussy and empty myself deep inside her.

My tongue laps at her clit as I slide in and out of her pink folds, loving the way her wetness coats my fingers. I can’t get enough of her taste and her smell—I’d live off her pussy if I could.

Panting, I pull back and slip a second finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. I vaguely hear her gasp. I’m too busy watching the way she hugs my fingers as I thrust inside her, mesmerized by the look and feel of her soft, wet flesh surrounding me. I can’t
wait
to feel her gripping my cock with this.

It’s been way too fucking long.

My fingers curl until I find the sweet spot on her front wall, hitting it with every passing stroke. She groans, her eyes rolling back as she bites her lip. I desperately need to come before I blow my load all over my sheets, but I need her to come
more
. 

I want her to come under my mouth. I want to taste it.

Her eyes are pinched shut, her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and her hips are rocking against my mouth as her fingers tangle in my hair, keeping me close. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and my cock is pressing into the mattress to the point that it’s starting to hurt.

My tongue flicks out and teases her clit before I suck it into my mouth. Macy cries out as she clenches around my fingers.

“Oh,
fuck
—”

Her nails claw at my shoulders as her cries fill the silent house. I pump my fingers harder as I roll her clit across my tongue, wringing every last ounce of pleasure that I can. Her muscles tighten around me and I groan, feeling her body milk me.

I should get up and thrust my aching cock deep inside her so I can fully appreciate the glorious feeling. It’s such a waste that she’s squeezing my fingers instead of my cock. 

My pumping slows as I rest my forehead against her thigh, breathing heavily. Macy’s legs go limp as I slip out of her, running my fingers along her pussy one last time. She’s completely soaked and still pulsing with aftershocks.

It’s a goddamn beautiful sight.

I kiss her clit before climbing up her body. Hooking my hand behind her knee, I roll us over until she’s straddling me. “Ride me, Duchess.”