Page 38 of Beacon

He’s never once made me feel guilty about saying no, but I still worry. I hate to disappoint him. “I’m sorry.”

He slants me a narrow-eyed look.

“Okay, I’m not sorry,” I say, backtracking quickly. “We just had sex nine hours ago, so you have no business getting all revved up so soon.”

He chuckles at my tart, teasing tone. “Nine hours is plenty of time to get going again.” He rubs his face, staring up at the ceiling. “I guess I have been nonstop with you this month. I think it’s because there’s not much else to do, and so all my energy is going straight to my dick. It’s not too much, is it?”

He’s not exaggerating. We’ve been spending three or four hours every afternoon in bed, napping and having sex. We also usually have a quick session at bedtime and occasionally even in the mornings.

“No, it’s not too much.” I’m smiling as I scoot over on top of him and prop myself up so I can look down at his face. “Are you or are you not aware of the fact that I’ve been right there with you every time?”

“You definitely seem to be with me.” He lifts his hands to smooth down my messy hair and then cup my head. “When did you turn into such a horndog?”

“Horndog?” I’m loudly indignant and trying not to laugh at the same time. “You’re the horndog! I’m just trying to keep up.”

“Uh-huh.” He’s grinning up at me endearingly.

I slide a hand down his belly until I reach his mostly erect cock. I give it a few squeezes. Unlike me, he nearly always sleeps completely naked. “Who exactly is the horndog around here?”

“I wasn’t gonna do anything with that since you didn’t feel like it.”

“I know. I’m just saying.”

I want to kiss him so badly I’m almost shaking with the effort to refrain. We used to kiss all the time when we were together, but that’s been more than two years. And whatever we are right now is only temporary. Mack made it clear that we’re together for now but not forever.

Maybe I’m starting to wish things could be different. Maybe I’m not feeling the same resistance to being bound to a man that I used to.

Maybe for the first time in my life, the idea of soft boundaries rather than clear lines around a relationship doesn’t make me feel safe. It makes me anxious and restless.

But he needs something different than I do. He said so directly.

Mack gave me everything I needed for a very long time, so I’m going to give him what he needs right now.

If that means I can’t have him all the way when forsome reason I’m starting to want it, then I’ll be content with that.

Instead of going for his mouth, I lower my lips to his cheek. Then mouth a trail downward until I’m sucking on the pulse in his throat the way he so often does to me.

“Uh, it’s kind of hard to be good when you’re doing that to me, angel.”

I’m washed with a wave of pleasure at the endearment. He’s never called mebabyorsweetheartorhoneyordarling, but every once in a while he calls meangel. I love it.

“Well, just because I don’t want to get messy doesn’t meanyoucan’t get messy.” I complete the sentence between kisses across his chest and then down his belly.

He lifts his head. The muscles in his thighs and stomach are already starting to tense up. “You sure?”

I smile at him across the length of his abdomen. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

I take his cock in one hand and lower my head to lick a line up the underside.

He lets out a long, uninhibited moan and drops his head back to the pillow.

I tease him for only a minute since he’s already fully aroused. Then I wrap my mouth around his shaft and start to suck.

It’s still thrilling for me to do this to him. That he’ll let go. That he’ll allow me to take him all the way. I’m more skilled at it now than I was because I’ve had a lot of practice these past few weeks. I’m better at wrapping my lipsaround my teeth, using my tongue, and taking him deeper without gagging. I think I’m doing pretty well this morning, and Mack’s responses certainly testify to that fact.

He’s loud and shameless as he groans and gasps. His hips are rocking up with my rhythm. He’s got both hands curved around the back of my head, holding me in place at his groin like he knows he’s allowed to take what he wants. Occasionally he mumbles out hot compliments or instructions. “Fuck, you’re doing so good. A little harder. I need it harder. Yes, just like that. Fuck, Anna, I need it just like that.”

My mind is throbbing with power and excitement as his body tightens and tightens until all the coiled tension inside him breaks. His hips jerk into my mouth as his cock spasms, and he lets out a loud sound of satisfaction. I meant to move my mouth before he came, but I got distracted and never did. So I do my best to swallow down his semen as I keep sucking until he’s thoroughly spent and his hips have finally settled.

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