Page 49 of Blindsided
She shoves me away from her chest and stares up at me with an adorably offended look. “What did you have in mind then?”
I laugh and shake my head. “Oh Cookie, there’s so much for me to show you.”
“So guess what?” Allie says cheerfully as she jogs up the stairs to my loft office in Kindred Spirits.
“What?”
“You know how you’ve been begging me to give you an idea of what I want to do for my bachelorette party?”
“Hen party, Allie,” I correct, jutting out my chin. “I know you lived in America for most of your life, but don’t ignore your British roots.”
Allie rolls her eyes. “Fine, fine, hen party. Anyway, I finally figured out what we are going to do.”
“What?” I reply with a bright smile. “Tell me what I need to line up and I’ll get it sorted.”
“We’re going to crash the guys’ stag trip in Scotland!” She perches on my cutting table and starts playing with her hair with a big smile.
“What?” My voice is venturing on shrill when I push back from my sewing machine to give Allie my full attention. “We’re going to Scotland?”
“Yep!”
“Why?” I ask curiously, my mind flooded with the fear of being in front of all our friends during my new arrangement with Mac. Acting cool during the wedding was one thing. Being around everyone for an entire weekend is another altogether. “Isn’t the point of a hen party to be away from your bloke?”
Allie rolls her eyes. “I think a hen party is just an excuse for a party, isn’t it? It was actually Mac’s idea to make it a group trip. He texted me about it this morning, and Roan is all for it!”
The mention of Mac’s name sends a frisson of desire coursing through my veins as flashbacks of last night hit me at full speed. His body, his tattoos, his noises. God, his noises were positively indecent. Even his ridiculous snoring when I came to bed, and he rolled over and started spooning me was oddly nice.
The entire evening could have been a dream. If I didn’t have the text exchanges to prove that Mac and I were truly together yesterday, I might be telling myself it was all in my head.
But it wasn’t in my head.
It was in my bed.
And it was perfection.
Which is why when I woke up this morning, I wanted more. Mac could very well be the only man I’m ever intimate with. I’m not delusional enough to think that losing my virginity is suddenly going to give me all the confidence in the world to go out there and find another bloke to be with. I know Mac tells me I’m beautiful, and men fancy me, but I didn’t grow up feeling that way. And a few sweet words from a man who is my best friend isn’t giving me any bright ideas that a romantic happily ever after is in my future. Online dating is a nightmare, and meeting men is just bleddy hard for a girl like me.
But being intimate with Mac was surprisingly easy. And that’s why I want to experience as much as I can with him because I’ve made peace with the fact that I will likely die a lonely old cat lady. At least if I sow my wild oats with Mac, I can feel satisfied in the fact that I’ve experienced all The Sex has to offer.
And after my morning with Mac, I now know what oral sex has to offer. Talk about a solid first day as an ex-virgin.
Well done, Freya.
I don’t think Mac saw that coming from me actually. But the moment I got a clear view of his penis in my loo while we were stepping into the shower together, my curious mind wanted to taste him. To know how the texture of his member would feel against my tongue and lips. A smile lifts my face as I recall Mac’s reaction when I dropped down on my knees under the spray of the shower.
“What are you doing?” Mac croaks, his voice hoarse with a sound that I recall from last night.
“I’m going to suck your penis,” I reply simply, tipping my head back so my hair gets wet. “Any tips?”
Mac’s face goes blank as he watches me on my knees fisting him and waiting with bated breath for direction. He gently combs his fingers through my hair and holds my head in place as he tries to form full sentences. “Just, erm, do whatever your instincts are telling you to do.”
So I listen to my gut, and I take him into my mouth as deep as I possibly can. His cock is unlike anything I expected. It’s hard and lush, but the skin is soft and delicate. Who knew penis skin was so silky? Certainly not me.
Mac apparently loses all ability to communicate the moment I slick my tongue around his tip and then suck him hard between my lips like a lollypop. I glance up, and the look he’s shooting down on me isn’t one of a student and a teacher. It’s pure, unbridled lust.
God, it’s brilliant. What an amazingly powerful feeling to be turning a virile, masculine, sexual man like Mac into putty in my hands. I didn’t know women could enjoy giving oral sex, but apparently they can because I love having this effect on him.
I think I’m a natural at sucking cock!
