MacKenzie Fire(86)

He pulls away and holds up a finger. “One sec.”

“What?” First he asks me for a good kiss and then when I’m finally ready to cave in he leaves? What kind of messed up, mind-bending reverse psychology is that?

Walking across the room, he goes to the door and shuts it, locking it before he comes back.

I look at him sideways, happy that I’m not being abandoned but worried again that he’s going to convince me to do something that feels naughty. Unfortunately, anything having to do with Ian feels like it can’t possibly be wrong, even when it clearly is.

“Ian. I told you … no messing around in your parents’ house.”

He holds out his arms. “Just a good kiss. That’s all I need.”

He’s standing there with a giant bulge in his pants and all I can think about is seeing him naked. I look at the door and then at his pants again. The whole rule about not doing bad girl things in his parents’ house is seeming sillier and sillier by the second.

“You’re killing me, babe,” he says, turning his smile upside down.

The look of pain on his face is what does it to me. I throw all my ideas about propriety out the window and spontaneously reformulate my ideas of right and wrong. Boom. Done.

“Take your clothes off,” I say, seized by some demon slut who cannot control her libido. All I can think is that I need to get my hands on his dick.

He doesn’t even question me. His shirt comes flying off along with his socks and then his jeans. He’s standing in a pair of boxer briefs with a giant tent bulge in the front in less than a minute.

“Your turn,” he says, looking me up and down.

I decide a sneak attack is the best way to handle this situation. This’ll teach him to try and call the shots with me.

I walk up closer and act like I’m going to take my shirt off, but instead I get on my knees, pulling the top of his briefs down with me. His dick comes out and bounces up and down in front of my face, fully erect.

“What are you doing?” he asks, confused.

“Giving you a good kiss so you’ll leave my room.”





Chapter Forty





I TAKE IAN’S ROD IN one hand and rest my other on his thigh. My mouth goes to the tip of his cock and I lick it with my tongue, once, twice, and then three times, bringing my lips in to slide around and accentuate the feeling for him.

His sharp intake of breath tells me I made the right choice.

“Fuuuuck,” he says with a long exhale.

“No, not f*ck,” I say, and lick him again. “Just kiss.”

He moans. His hands move to my shoulders as I begin to slide my lips over the tip of his dick and down the shaft. My tongue swirls around, while my lips move forward and back. I use my hand to stroke the length of him, and his hips move slightly with the rhythm I’ve set.

“I had no idea …” he says.

“Mmmm…” I can’t respond, too busy reading his signals, taking him in deep, making sure to work the entire length of his cock.

He’s getting bigger, thicker, so I know I’m doing what he likes. I’m trying to remain focused on his pleasure, but at the same time I wish I’d taken the time to remove my clothes too, so I could throw him down on the bed and climb on top before he finishes. I’m getting seriously turned on watching him start to lose it.

Sweat has popped out on his face and chest. He’s breathing heavily and his grip on my shoulders has tightened. “Oh my god, babe … oh f*ck … yeah, that’s it …”

My other hand comes up to cup his balls.

He moans and jerks back, pulling away from me.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, looking up at him from the ground.

“Yes,” he growls, grabbing me by the armpits and hauling me to my feet.

I’m trying to decide whether to be mad or embarrassed when he grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it up over my head.

“What are you …?”

“I need to be inside you,” he says, still growling at me.

No way am I going to argue with that statement, since I agree one hundred percent that it’s the best idea for both of us. I help him get my pants and socks off, quickly followed by my bra and panties.

When I move to kiss him, he takes me by the waist and turns me around. My back is to his chest and his cock is pressing into my ass.

He pushes his dick to the side so he can get closer. His hands slide around to the front of me and go down, his finger sliding into my slit.

“Mmm, you’re already wet,” he says in my ear.

“You turn me on so much,” I whisper back.

Then his finger is touching my clit and rubbing back and forth, sliding sometimes inside me and then coming out to rub again. The tingling starts immediately, and I open my legs, trying to respond to the need that’s building but not quite getting me where I want to be.

He pushes my upper back down with his other hand and I bend over in response. Then his big cock is pressing against my opening from behind and I gasp with how easily he enters me.

“Oh, babe …,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“Ssshhhh,” I warn, worried people will hear us, and then I moan too. So much for being discreet.

He takes me by the hips and pushes all the way into me, pounding a few times at the end and rubbing back and forth when he’s fully buried.