Ours.
Troy got his wish, because I couldn’t have been more in the moment. His moans and mine. The hair on his thighs catching at my fingers, right as they sank into his glutes, dragging him deeper. My head, his cock, his tongue, my cunt, we were stuck in a competition, trying to provoke the most pleasure out of the other person. My hand wrapped around the base of his dick, stopping him from pulling away as he grew diamond hard.
“Mackenzie… Mac… I’m…”
Going to come. I already knew. The frantic pulse of his hips, his raspy breaths, the way his heart beat in time with mine, bunny fast, it told me everything I needed to know. My own pleasure was like a bloom, slowly opening, but his was a river, ready to burst. Salty volleys shot down my throat and I sucked down every bit, licking my lips when he finally pulled away.
“Well, if we’re doing different things tonight…” I let out a yelp as he picked me up, placing my hips so I straddled his chest as he laid down on the bed. “This is something I’ve needed since the moment I met you.”
“You…” My voice faltered as he drew me forward. Nose nudging my clit, his tongue couldn’t do much else other than bury itself in me from this angle. “This is what you always wanted?”
My hands slapped down on the bed half so my weight so I didn’t crush him, the other to keep my balance. Hands yanked me down harder on top of his face, making clear there would beno hovering, and then I felt his answer. A long humming sound of approval had me squirming, and that just made me worse.
“OK, maybe you were right…” My voice cracked as my nails dug into the headboard, unable to stop my hips from moving. “Yeah, I think… I think…”
Bliss tore through me like a wildfire, burning away all inhibitions, all pain. That couldn’t coexist, not while he was in the room. Licking, sucking me through the first peak, he threw me down on the bed as the second was about to hit.
“Mackenzie…”
The way he growled my name had me shivering, but not more than when I felt his cock notch at my entrance.
“Yes, yes please, Troy. Now?—”
“The way you talk…” The ecstasy that came as he thrust deep inside me had what I was feeling before doubling, trebling, growing exponentially until a little scream escaped me. “Right there with you, love.”
That little term of endearment was like a spear stabbing into my heart, because he didn’t get it. Making me stay perfectly present, staring into my eyes, mapping every expression of pleasure, meant he was piercing through every barrier, every boundary, leaving me naked, open, vulnerable.
And I couldn’t seem to regret that.
“Troy…”
My fingers gripped his hips, mine jerking up, meeting him stroke for stroke. Our bodies crashed together like waves did a sea cliff, slowly eroding the other, smoothing every jagged rock away until we absorbed the shape of each other.
“Mackenzie…”
His body pressed mine into the bed, his weight on his elbows as he stared into my eyes, right as our bodies erupted. Never in my life had sex been such an intimate thing, and as we recovered, I think we both realised that. With a shaky smile, wepulled away, but not for long. Him, to retrieve a cloth and clean up the mess. Me, into his arms, needing that safe harbour right now. I had been smashed into a million pieces and now I needed putting back together.
He did that with the softest of forehead kisses and then these words.
“You told me that an apology isn’t real until changes are made to ensure the same shit doesn’t keep on happening.” His voice was almost inaudible, as if speaking to himself, not me. “Well, I’m making changes, Mackenzie.”
“That’s good…” I said, fighting the wave of exhaustion that threatened to crash down over me. Didn’t win though. My breath evened up and then I fell deeply into sleep, comforted by the hard press of his body.
Which was an impediment when the phone call came.
Mom had her own ringtone and it was the only one I didn’t mute. Hard coded instincts had my eyelids fluttering, then fighting my way free of the covers when I realised she was calling me. A groan escaped me when I saw the moon was still high in the sky. Trying to get out of bed, Troy snorted and hauled me back.
Just in time to hear the phone go silent.
With a sigh, I flopped back on the bed, thinking that she just messed up the time differences, but then the screen lit up again. Shoving a pillow into Troy’s arms, I managed to claw my way over to my clothes and fish out the phone.
“Hello…?” I said.
“Oh, Mackenzie, honey.”
It took me a few seconds to realise who was on the other end of the line. Not my mom, but Alex’s.
“Sandra?”
