Page 55 of Take What Hurts

When Mackenzie spoke, it was all husk. “How do you want me?” Her fingers combed through the longer hair on the top of Elliott’s head, and goose bumps erupted all over her body with Elliott’s light shudder.

A low groan mingled with their labored breathing in the quiet room, and Mackenzie watched the crease appear between Elliott’s brows. Through the haze of lust that grew thicker with every pass Mackenzie made over the skin of Elliott’s back and sides and down to her ass, Mackenzie’s heart thudded unevenly in her chest. Emboldened by Elliott’s hesitation, the tingling in her core spurring her on, the next time her hand ran over the firmness of Elliott’s ass cheeks, she stopped and, almost blind with lust, flattened her hand and dragged it up and around, then down and over Elliott’s taught stomach, feeling the flex of the muscle there and the way it expanded with Elliott’s sharp intake of breath.

Elliott’s eyes squeezed closed, mouth falling open as Mackenzie’s hand dropped lower and her fingers parted the wet heat of Elliott’s lower lips, dipping down to where she was dripping. Mackenzie’s hips bucked at the sheer amount of slick that had gathered on her fingers with only one pass, and she brought her fingers back to feel the hardness of Elliott’s clit, rotating her fingers in small slow circles.

“Um—” Elliott’s hips ground into Mackenzie’s fingers, trying to overcome Mackenzie’s torturously slow pace. Mackenzie licked her lips, eyes not wavering from Elliott’s face. “Fuck, Mackenzie. I can’t—” Another groan. Elliott’s teeth in her bottom lip, more slick on Mackenzie’s fingers. She pushed up into Elliott’s pussy and allowed a soft whimper to escape when Elliott’s tightness enveloped the tips of her fingers.

Pulling out and dragging back up through her folds, Mackenzie clenched her legs together in an effort to stay in control of the pulsing ache that had started between her own legs. “Can’t what, baby?”

“Oh—god, Mackenzie. Jesus. I—” Elliott’s hips gyrated faster against Mackenzie’s fingers. Rolling and bucking and thrusting—trying to align her dripping, pink opening with them. Trying to sink herself down and around Mackenzie. “I can’t think.”

Mackenzie didn’t let up the slow torture. “Then don’t.”

“Please.” It was a whimper, and Mackenzie almost gave Elliott what she knew she wanted.

“No.” She barely managed to swallow her own whimper. She clenched her legs together harder as she drew more of Elliott’s honeyed wetness over her clit with her other hand. More slow circles. She brought her first hand up and watched Elliott follow the movement. Watched her mouth drop open as Mackenzie sucked one of her own fingers into her mouth before she pushed it back into Elliott up to the first knuckle. Felt Elliott’s heat pulse with pleasure against her hand as she teased.

She watched Elliott’s eyes widen, heard the animalistic moan crack from her mouth as Mackenzie’s finger grazed that one spot inside her she knew drove Elliott beyond distraction, felt the vibration in the mattress as Elliott’s hand slapped down beside Mackenzie’s head. Mackenzie swallowed hard at the vision above her—of Elliott, with her head thrown back, hips rolling impossibly faster—and Mackenzie quivered with it, the vision of Elliott coming apart for her. “Shit. I’m⁠—”

Mackenzie hummed in her throat. Mackenzie’s pussy had its own heartbeat, and she was concerned that she might come from this alone. “Baby, you’re so wet. So tight. Can you come for me?” She heard how her voice had dropped half an octave. Maintaining the torturous pace over Elliott’s clit, she dipped another finger into Elliott, who let out a strangled noise that sent a shot of pleasure straight to Mackenzie’s core. “Come for me like a good girl.”

With a high keening, Elliott bore down on Mackenzie’s hand, hips gyrating, eyes clenched closed. Mackenzie gasped in a breath and thrust as deep as her fingers would go, and Elliott’s internal muscles did the rest, clasping Mackenzie’s fingers so tightly and holding them there. Mackenzie moaned at the pressure and heat and tightness, and her own pussy clenched and flooded. She clutched Elliott tight, pumping her fingers through the rolling waves of pleasure massaging her fingers while Elliott moaned nonsense into her ear, hands fisting the bedsheets. Mackenzie rested inside Elliott and reveled in the flutter of Elliott’s shallow warm breath caressing her cheek.

“Mackenzie,” Elliott murmured into her shoulder. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

Heart thundering and desperate, Mackenzie rolled them and brought her legs around Elliott—straddling her, rolling her pussy against the bone in Elliott’s hip. They stared at the glistening spot and groaned in synchrony.

“You do this to me,” Mackenzie said.

Elliott—previously boneless with pleasure—grabbed Mackenzie tightly around the waist and drew one hand down Mackenzie’s pelvis, her thumb connecting with Mackenzie’s hardened clit.

Had she had the presence of mind, Mackenzie would have been embarrassed by the sound that erupted from her at the touch that she was both desperate for and entirely unsatisfied by. “What do you want?” Elliott’s voice was all gravel. And Mackenzie thrust her hips harder into Elliott’s thumb.

“You. Inside me.”

Elliott moved her fingers to Mackenzie’s entrance. Hurried and frantic to please.

Mackenzie shook her head, desperate for Elliott to understand. “No,” she groaned.

Elliott’s brow furrowed. Mackenzie was too far gone to clarify. Then realization dawned, cracking Elliott’s face in a wicked smirk. “You want the strap.”

Mackenzie, almost sobbing with relief, nodded. Elliott rolled Mackenzie off her and onto her back and left her on the bed. Mackenzie let her hand wander to her aching pussy, and, frantic to be filled with something—anything—she slid two fingers inside herself and moaned at the way she pulsed in response.

Elliott’s eyes bored into her from the door of the en suite as she stepped into the harness and worked to tighten the straps—dark eyed and wanting and sexy. Then, thick orange dildo standing to attention, she strode to the bed. Mackenzie whimpered as Elliott knelt between her spread legs, the head of the dildo resting against her clit, Mackenzie’s own fingers still moving inside her. “Elliott, please.” She tried to keep the tremble out of her tone, but feared she’d failed when Elliott gazed at her, eyes glazed with lust.

“You have to understand.” Elliott’s voice was low, and Mackenzie whimpered as Elliott took Mackenzie’s wrist in her hand and gently removed her fingers from inside herself. Elliott fisted the dildo and ran it up the length of Mackenzie’s slit, coating the head with her slick. “Watching you do that. I damn near came again just putting the harness on.” Mackenzie writhed against the hard length of silicone teasing her entrance. Elliott hummed. “I don’t think we need lube.” She brought her eyes to Mackenzie’s face, and Mackenzie could only stare and whimper at her like a caged animal, hips thrusting in anticipation of taking Elliott’s length inside her. “Do you?” Another pass of the head of the dildo over her entrance, the tip grazing inside Mackenzie on its way back up to her clit.

Mackenzie shook her head and clawed at Elliott’s hips. Elliott lazily played with Mackenzie’s nipple, and with a squeeze that sent a shot of heat straight to her core, hot slick gushed out of Mackenzie in such volume it had the bed sheet clinging to her ass. “Elliott.” It was a pathetic, pleading whimper, and Mackenzie did not care. “Please.”

Elliott brought herself over Mackenzie and ran the back of her hand softly down Mackenzie’s cheek, down her neck, and back to her breast. Mackenzie moaned and writhed and bucked when Elliott took Mackenzie’s tortured nipple into her mouth and sucked. Another stroke down Mackenzie’s face, the length of the dildo caressing her slick lips, before Elliott finally brought her hand down to Mackenzie’s entrance, lining the strap up and gently pushing her hips forward.

Mackenzie, greedy with want, groaned, thrusting down, taking Elliott’s length deep into her until Elliott was buried, hips flush with Mackenzie’s. “Okay?”

“God. Yes. Shit,” Mackenzie managed, clenching around Elliott inside her. Heart ramming against her ribs, she opened her eyes and found Elliott’s dark eyes on her, studying her. Her chest squeezed with Elliott’s tenderness, and she drew a hand to the back of Elliott’s head and pulled her down to her mouth. Mackenzie licked against Elliott’s tongue, and, their teeth clashing, Elliott’s length began to move inside her, caressing her walls and the spot that made her head spin with each pass.

Mackenzie had always struggled to come from penetration alone, usually needing fingers or a vibrator on her clit to finish. But as Elliott thrust inside her, drawing all the way out before sinking into her again, and again, with no urgency—only a firm tenderness—the coil tightening inside her lower abdomen indicated that there would be no struggle today. Elliott’s breath came faster, and Mackenzie watched her jaw clenching with effort, as though she were as affected by the insistent slide of the dildo inside Mackenzie as she was. “Babe. Shit,” Elliott groaned, eyes squeezed tight.

“Can you come like this?”