My mind began that slow, familiar melt into mush. One hand fisted in the glittery fabric of her skirt, even though she already pulled us close together with a knee hooked around my waist. I reached down to hook that leg over my shoulder and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the skin of her ankle.
A short exhale left Macey’s mouth.Ticklish, then.
Slowly, I moved up her legs, suddenly very grateful to whatever intelligent person invented skirts. When I got to her knee, I moved to the floor, sitting on my own knees. Macey was a mess of anticipation and excitement. She stared down at me, heat in her pupils, as I traced my tongue against the fold of her knee.
I made quick work of the silk underwear beneath her skirt, then carefully tossed it onto the couch so it wouldn’t be lost later.
Her hands tangled in my hair as I gave a first long, languorous lick. Macey fell back against the cushions with a soft moan, cushioned by her palm against her lips.
“Quiet,” I reminded her before drawing her clit into my mouth and sucking, reveling in the way she panted.
The thought that anyone could come in at any moment and see the most beautiful girl in the city, skirt pushed up to her hips, with the luckiest bastard kneeling before her—well. It was dangerous and disastrous, and the only kind of bad idea that I enjoyed participating in. From the way Macey responded, she did too.
“I—” But she didn’t finish her sentence as I upped the intensity, licking and sucking until she was dripping all over me.
I pulled back for a second, rubbing a finger where my mouth had been previously. I admired the sight before me, how Macey’sspine left the cushions, eyes harshly shut. I spread her thighs wider and sucked a bruise on the tender skin there.
Her whimpers escalated into muffled squeals as I alternated between fingering her and worshiping her with my mouth. Fast, even strokes across the entirety of her. Swirling a fingertip over her swollen bud until she rolled her hips, trying to get more.
“Noah.” My name broke out as soon as she moved her hand off her mouth. Instead, she fisted my hair again, muscles taut.
“You taste better than I imagined.” I buried my nose and inhaled. I wanted to stay here forever. I wanted the chance to stay here forever.
Macey pushed herself up by her elbows. “You…imagined?”
I slid two fingers in and lifted my head. “Often.”
She gazed down at me, her eyes half-hidden with desperation and desire. Maybe something else, too. Trust. Care. Certainty.
My cock was hard against my pants, but my heart had never felt so soft. Fuck. It was like she had beaten down every last layer between my heart and the world.
“I always did,” I admitted, pushing my fingers deeper. She was so tight around my knuckles, and I felt the stretch. “Always knew you were beautiful. Never thought we’d have a chance.”
A shudder rolled through her, at my words or my actions, I couldn’t tell. So I continued with both.
“I love the way you always smell like coconut sunscreen, and the braid down your back, and that you always see the best in people.” I lowered my head. “Like me.”
I timed the next swirl of my tongue with a flick of my finger, hooking against that spot. Macey shoved a hand over her mouth once again as her muscles went taut, clenching around me as she came.
Desire burned in my veins. Even though I’d love to lock us in here for the rest of the night, that wasn’t an option. Still, Ileisurely took my time as Macey came down from the high, relishing in the quiet whimpers that gave way to silence. I gently placed her leg back on the couch.
She leaned up to push our foreheads together, and a thrill of delight exploded in me. “It’s easy to see the best in you, Noah.”
22
MACEY/NOAH
Macey
The Burrow Bitches
Ariadne: What’s the status? Are you guys officially dating now?
Macey: Um
Britney: friends with benefits?
Macey: Well
