Page 16 of Beacon

I blow out the angst and frustration and decide to take a shower now since I didn’t take one this morning. I won’t have many more days with hot water, so I might as well enjoy it.

After I shower, I put on Mack’s T-shirt since my clothes are feeling dirty again. I gather up my jeans, tops, panties, and socks and carry the armful to the washer.

I accidentally drop my panties into the crack between the washer and the wall. With a groan, I bend over and edge my arm into the small crevice, reaching until I feel the fabric with my fingertips.

I’ve got them halfway out of the crack when a voice startles me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I straighten up with a jerk, bringing my underwear with me. “I dropped them next to the washer.”

My cheeks have warmed. I’m wearing nothing but his T-shirt. It’s big on me, coming well past my hips, but I can only imagine what he saw while I was bent over at the waist like that.

I’m not wearing underwear because I wanted to wash all three pairs I have with me.

I pull down the bottom of the T-shirt, making sure itfully covers my bottom. Then I put my panties into the washer, add detergent, and turn it on.

When I turn around, Mack is still standing in the middle of the kitchen, completely motionless. He’s breathing heavily, and he’s staring at me with an unnerving intensity.

“What’s the matter?” I ask, forcing away the embarrassment. “I thought you were in your cave for the afternoon. Did you need something?”

He doesn’t answer, and he doesn’t move. His eyes are moving up and down my body from my messy hair to my bare feet. They linger on my chest, where my breasts are pushing out against the fabric of the shirt. Then his eyes lower to the hem of the shirt. Back to my nipples and then all the way down my legs.

His breathing picks up until it feels loud in the otherwise silent room.

A curl of need tightens below my belly at his greedy gaze, sending out signals to the rest of my body. My breathing turns into fast pants. My skin flushes hot. I shift from foot to foot as my pussy starts to ache.

Now my eyes are crawling all over Mack’s big body. The muscles in his neck and shoulders have tensed. His jaw is clenched, causing a muscle to flutter near his ear. He’s changed into sweatpants, and I can see the outline of his growing erection through the loose fabric.

“Mack?” My voice is soft. Too throaty. I suddenly want to fuck him more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but he’svery purposefully been holding me at arm’s length. He’s not going to have sex with me out of the blue like that.

He takes a step closer, sucking in air through his teeth. “Take the shirt off.”

The terse, gruff demand provokes a startling reaction in me. I’m hit with the most intense wave of lust I’ve ever experienced. My ears, my nipples, my pussy throb with raw need. I don’t move—not because I don’t want to do what he says but because I’m momentarily incapable of processing this strong an impulse.

“I said take it off,” he bites out, advancing another step toward me.

This time I’m able to respond. I grab the T-shirt and yank it over my head, tossing it on the floor before I grab for him.

We’re all over each other without any further prelude. I clutch at his shoulders so I can press my body against his, and he cups my bottom and lifts me up, walking me over to a wall and holding me in place against it.

I wrap my legs around his waist without hesitation, gasping in pleasure at the feel of my pulsing pussy rubbing his firm abdomen. I try to kiss him, but he ducks his head to mouth the side of my throat with hard suction. Arching my neck to the side, I let out a long, helpless moan.

He’s rocking his hips in a humping motion against me, forcing me back into the wall with each push.

The motion and the feel of his body drives me crazy.My head roars with need as I claw at his shoulders and the back of his neck. He sucks a hickey into my throat and then straightens up to heft me even higher on the wall so that my legs are squeezing around his ribs.

Then he takes one of my breasts in his mouth and sucks hard.

I’m making the most desperate kinds of whimpers now as the disorientation of the position intensifies the sensations. I have no idea how he’s managing to hold my weight like this—I’ve never been a tiny person—but he’s doing it without obvious effort, working my breast in his mouth like a starving man.

“Oh God, Mack,” I gasp out at last, digging my fingernails into the base of his skull. “You need to fuck me right now. Rightnow.”

He makes a guttural sound as he releases my breast and lets me slide back down to my feet. I’m so overwhelmed I can barely hold myself up, so I have to cling to his shirt.

He’s reached into the waistband of his pants to retrieve his thick erection. Then he yanks my thighs farther apart, bends his knees to lower himself enough to align our groins. He lines his cock up at my entrance and starts edging it in.

He pushes me up higher on the wall as he penetrates me. I cry out loudly and wrap my legs around his middle again as the firm substance of him stretches and fills me.

He doesn’t give me any time to adjust. He startspumping his hips, pushing his cock farther into my pussy and pushing my body against the wall at the same time. He grunts like an animal with each instroke, and his face is only a few inches from mine.

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