Picking her up and pressing her against the cool tiles of the shower, my mouth hovered over hers.
“My parents always said that if a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing well.”
Her little growl, the way she tugged my head down, was everything I didn’t know I needed, so I made a similar sound the moment our lips pressed together.
Chapter 18
Mackenzie
My heart had started racing the moment I saw the limp form of the snake in the dirt. It was pounding hard for entirely different reasons now. Strong fingers massaged my scalp, and nervous tension couldn’t exist in the presence of a head massage.
“Pretty sure I’m supposed to be the one looking after you…” I groaned. “Killing a snake and all that.”
“So you want me to stop?”
I could hear the smile in Troy’s words, but as he went to draw away, my hands wrapped around his wrists, holding them right where they were.
“Nope, no, no way.” I blinked as I opened my eyes, the shower water streaming over my face. “I’ve never had anyone wash my hair for me and I’m realising now what I’ve been missing out on.” Turning around to let the water rinse my hair clean, I looked up at Troy. “But I should do you now.”
“Hoping you’d say that.” He winked at me as he grabbed the bar of soap and gasp… washed his hair with it in a series of rough movements. Only a glance at the shampoo bottlereassured me he hadn’t done the same to my hair. It’d be stiff and crackly when it dried if he’d washed it with soap. Rinsing off, he turned me back around, then cracked open the conditioner. As thorough as a hairdresser, he massaged it into the entire length of my hair, letting it sit as he pressed in closer. “But if you’re gonna ‘do’ me, I’d prefer that happen outside the shower.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I replied. “Shower sex is not all it’s cracked up to be.” With a shudder, I remembered Alex’s abortive attempt to re-enact some sexy scene we saw in a movie, but what Hollywood doesn’t tell you is water makes for shitty lube and all your natural lubrication is washed away. His hands slid down my shoulders, then reached around to cup my breasts. “Well…” I sighed as I felt those strong fingers pluck at my nipples. “This part isn’t so bad.”
“That right?”
Pressed into my butt, there was no avoiding how Troy was responding to me. I’d been prepared to be a good girl and just sleep chastely beside him at night, assuming he’d be too tired for anything else. God, I was glad that wasn’t the case. This was just a fling, I had to remind myself that, but my body hadn’t gotten the message. His touch burned me, branded me, and then set me on fire. Burning never felt so sweet, so I turned around and faced him after my hair was rinsed clean, turning the taps off.
“But you’re the one that was working all day to keep us safe.”
“Mackenzie…” he growled as I began to drop down onto my knees.
“Big, brave, Aussie farmer.” Every kiss I pressed to his hipbones had his cock twitching in anticipation. “How can I ever repay you?”
“No repayment…” His reply was choked off by a groan as I placed the next kiss on the head of his cock. “Fuck, Mackenzie.”
Sucking his dick was a skill I’d had to develop because he was so damn thick. A lot of tongue as foreplay seemed to be the best strategy. I ran it along the length of his dick, his hands landing on my skull in response.
“I don’t need…” The way his voice got all growly, then faded away, had me looking up at him. “Jesus, when you look at me like that.” In response, my tongue traced the shape of the head of his cock. “Fuck… fuck…”
He wasn’t complaining anymore. Head thrown back, every muscle straining, I knew I had him right where I wanted him. My hands sank into those taut glutes, drawing him forward just a little, because he hit my mouth’s capacity pretty quickly. There was no damn way I’d ever be able to deep throat him, but I could do this. Hand wrapping around his shaft, jerking the still damp skin, his hips moved in time with my movements, I focussed on the head, the most sensitive part he assured me, and then my head started to bob.
Had I ever tried this hard to please a man? Alex introduced me to blow jobs when we were in a late teens by pushing my head down into his lap. Holding me there, I’d struggled to work out what to do, then just struggled as he thrust up into my throat with little interest in how I was doing. It was not an act I enjoyed, until now.
Troy was gentle, careful, as if he knew that with big dick came big responsibilities, but it was more than that. Every time he seemed to treat the act with a kind of reverence, soaking in everything I did with appreciative little moans that were dragged out of the depths of him. His thrusts were short, and the only time I’d gagged, he’d pulled free, wiped my tears away and made clear he’d get just as much pleasure from something else. He was careful with me and that made me want to please him more. Lashing as much of his length I could reach with my tongue, I sucked harder, dragged a little splash of saltiness fromhim as well as a groan. Then I settled with my tongue pressed hard against the sensitive underside, sucking harder and harder.
“Fuck, Mackenzie…”
When I went back to the States, I promised myself the only guys I’d blow were the ones who said my name like a prayer. If he didn’t sound like his soul was being sucked from his body, I didn’t want it. But with that thought came another. What if I didn’t go home? What if I stayed right here, sucking the massive dick of a man whose eyes lit up the minute he saw me, because I knew this evening it was me he wanted, not the beer. The can was sitting on the bathroom sink, condensation forming, and Troy was right here with me, meeting me stroke for stroke.
Right until he dragged himself free.
“No, Mackenzie,” he gasped, cock twitching in the air as he forced me back. “I’m too wound up, too close.”
“Pretty sure that’s what I was aiming for,” I said, trying to get closer.
Instead of fucking my face until he came down my throat, my head was tilted upwards and his shadowy form stared down at me.
“You make me feel so damn good.”
