Page 3 of Mac's Vow

“Because I’m a street rat, Alyssa. I’ll take everything.”

“That’s exactly what I’m offering though.”

He closed his eyes tight and breathed deep before opening them again. “No more talking. Just feel.”

She could totally get on board with that plan. When his hand left the juncture of her thighs and gripped the hem of her nightshirt, Alyssa knew what he wanted. She helped by sitting up and grabbing handfuls of the shirt and yanking it over her head. She lay back down and smiled at him.

He frowned at her. “For a virgin you sure aren’t shy, huh?”

She grinned. “I’ve thought about this a lot. Fantasies, remember? I had a lot of them.”

His eyes zeroed in on her breasts and she heard him curse. “How did I not see it before?”

“What?”

“How goddamn sexy you are. I think I must have been blind.”

She loved hearing the praise coming from Mac. “I’ve been right under your nose the whole time.”

“Yeah, you are, and that’s a real good place to be.” His head descended on her, his mouth clasping her right nipple between his lips. He sucked hard and the pleasure made a beeline straight for her clitoris. She arched upward, needing so much more. Wetness dripped onto her thighs and her pussy throbbed. Mac licked and flicked at her nipple until it beaded for him, then he moved to her other breast. His hands shaped and kneaded the plump swells. Alyssa squirmed on the couch, the ache building until she thought she’d die from it. After several long minutes of suckling and teasing, Mac released her nipple and lifted his head. He stared down at her. “You have beautiful tits. Wet and swollen from my greedy mouth. I could spend hours tasting you.”

Alyssa couldn’t speak past the lump of desire. Thankfully he didn’t seem to require words from her as he kissed his way down her torso to her belly. His tongue dipped in and teased the little indentation. Alyssa threw her head back and grabbed fistfuls of Mac’s hair and tugged him farther south. “Please,” she begged, not sure what she was asking for exactly. She only knew she needed to feel him at her pussy. Touching her there and taking away her ache.

Mac clamped a hand over her waist and held her still, then lifted his head an inch. “Easy, we’ll get there, I promise.”

Alyssa gasped as Mac cupped her bottom in his big palms, then he leaned down and rubbed his mouth back and forth over her slick folds. A moan escaped at that first contact of Mac’s mouth. She’d thought of him doing this so many times, but reality was much better. He chuckled and slowly flicked his tongue over her distended clit. Mac used his talented fingers to spread her pussy lips open, then his insistent tongue flicked at her bud. He licked up and down, tasting every inch of her. Within seconds her stomach clenched and Alyssa arched upward as a climax washed over her. The currents sucked her under as the heat spread, soaking her thighs.

Mac didn’t give her time to cool as he slipped his middle finger into her tight opening a single inch. He slammed his mouth over hers, his tongue diving between her lips as he stroked her tender flesh with his finger. Alyssa squirmed, the ache building and enticing her body to the edge of that cliff all over again. All at once edgy and needing something just out of her reach. Mac slid another inch of his long, skilled finger into her tight opening. He groaned and lifted his mouth from hers, only to place gentle kisses over her cheek to her chin. When he reached her neck, he suckled at her directly over her pulse. He pulled his mouth off her overheated skin to stare down at her, his eyes filled with something Alyssa couldn’t quite figure out. Then he plunged deep and tore through that thin barrier protecting her innocence. Alyssa cried out as the pain registered. Mac lowered his head and his tongue found her little button and he was very quickly taking her on a journey into another dimension. He pulled his finger out and thrust it back in again, as he licked and sucked her clit. Soon, another finger joined the first, stretching and filling her. It was so much better than her dreams. Her passion mounted and she arched upward as Mac flicked her clit with his tongue. He plunged one last time, and Alyssa shouted out her climax.

Several seconds went by as Alyssa tried to get her breath. When she opened her eyes, Mac was staring down at her. She held out her arms. “Make love to me, Mac.”

He smiled, but Alyssa noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No. You’re saving that for someone special.”

“I want that person to be you,” she explained, then a horrible thought struck. “You don’t want me.”

He stood, then cupped the front of his jeans in a large fist. “I fucking want you. Never doubt that. I’m ready to explode, damn it.” She wanted to say something, but her brain had gone and checked out when she’d spotted the impressive bulge pushing against his fly. He cursed, then reached under her and lifted her into his arms. He carried her out of the family room without saying another word. She wound her arms around his neck and let him take her to her bed. He placed her on top of the comforter. “Sit tight, I’ll be right back.”

Maybe he was getting a condom? He could’ve changed his mind. Crazier things have happened. When he strode back into the room carrying a white washcloth, her hopes caught fire and burned to ash.

Mac sat down next to her and gently placed the cloth over her mound. He cleaned her sensitive flesh with soft, easy strokes of the cloth. “Now those fuckers at school don’t get to have something so precious. It’s mine.”

Alyssa placed her hand over his, directly over her crotch. “I want you to have it all though. Please, Mac.”

“No, and don’t ask again,” he softly demanded as he tossed the washrag on the floor near her laundry basket. “You’re too good for me. Too good for those dumbasses at school too. You deserve a guy who can afford to take you to a nice restaurant and give you pretty jewelry. Someone who doesn’t drive a piece of shit car. That’s not me, Alyssa.”

A tear spilled down her cheek. “But I thought—”

He kissed her, silencing her confession, then lifted up and murmured. “I know what you thought and I wish it could be different. I wish like hell it was.” He cupped her chin and shook his head. “Just know that this was special to me. Your virginity is mine and I will possessively treasure the hell out of it.”

She shook her head. “No, that’s not how it works, Mac. We didn’t go all the way. We didn’t make love. So technically—”

“Fuck technically,” he ground out. “Has a guy ever touched you like I just did? Licked you? Fingered you? Have you ever come apart for a guy before?”

“No,” she muttered. “You know that.”

“Then I was your first, Alyssa. And I’ll cherish that for as long as I live.”

Her heart filled with grief. She’d lost him for good. Somehow, she’d lost Mac and he hadn’t even been hers to start with. How stupid was that?

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