Claimed by 3 Mountain Men (Silver Ridge Mountain Men)

19. Mac

19

MAC

“ P our me one of those,” I say, pointing to the glass in Hank’s hand, watching all three of them stare at me. JT awkwardly releases Ben from the chokehold he’s got him in.

“Not much going on in here,” Hank mutters.

It’s obvious they’ve been talking about me, or rather, us. “Don’t even deny it, I have ears and I’m not an idiot.” I walk over to the other armchair near Hank and sit down, my heart pounding in my chest. “Well?” I ask, crossing my legs.

Hank hands me a drink, and I take the glass, savoring the woody scent of the bourbon before taking a sip. I don’t know what I was expecting—burning, or maybe some sort of magic to help me relax, but in the end, it’s just— bourbon .

“So, is this where you all gather to talk about the women in your life?” I ask, setting my empty glass down on the table with a thud. “Sorry to interrupt your man-party.”

“Man party?” Ben repeats.

“Is that what you think this is?”

“Well, what else would it be?” I ask, holding my hand out for a refill.

“It’s complicated,” Hank says, pouring me another drink.

“Is that what they’re calling it now?” I say wryly, taking the glass from him.

“I mean the situation,” he says, his cheeks flushing slightly.

I take a swig of the amber liquid, feeling the burn as it slides down my throat. “Complicated, huh?”

“You don’t know the half of it, “JT says, finishing his drink. “We’re just trying to figure out what to do with you.”

“What do you mean, with me?”

“Don’t mind him,” Ben says, giving JT a dirty look. “He’s had one too many drinks.”

“There’s nothing that any of you have to do with me! You’re the ones making extra work for yourselves.”

“We’re just… surprised, I guess,” Hank says, giving me a friendly nudge. “You’re not what we expected, that’s all.”

“How so and what exactly did you expect, Hank?”

“Well, you’re different,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Different as in?”

“Well, for starters, you can hold your liquor better than most of the men around here,” he says with a grin.

“Thanks, I guess,” I say, choosing to take that as a compliment. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“We just…”

Before he can finish his sentence, JT cuts him off.

“We didn’t think you’d last a day out here in the middle of nowhere, with the trees and the animals. But you’ve done more than last.”

I stare at all three Truitt boys. My gaze sweeps over them, taking in their rough, calloused hands and strong, sturdy builds. They seem almost like trees themselves, rooted firmly in this land.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? That I couldn’t handle myself out there?” I snap back, staring at all three of them. “I can handle a lot more than any of you.”

“No one said that” Ben says, his voice conciliatory. “It’s just?—”

“Just what?”

“You’re different than we expected, that’s all,” Hank repeats. “In a good way.”

I take a moment to process that, my cheeks burning at his words. “I see.”

“What, is that so hard to believe?” JT says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I’m not some helpless damsel in distress, waiting for her knight in shining armor to save her.”

“No one ever said you were,” JT says, his voice hard.

“You don’t have to get so defensive,” Hank waves his hand in front of him. “We’re just trying to have a conversation here.”

“Well, maybe I don’t feel like having a conversation,” I say, “Why does everything have to be so serious with all of you, all the time. Can’t we have some fun for once?”

“Fun? You call this fun?” JT says, gesturing to the tense faces around the room.

“No, not this… this,” I say, mimicking his gesture. “I mean, you know, fun. Like dancing, or… or going out. Do you guys even know how to have fun out here in the sticks?”

“We know how to have fun,” Hank says, grinning. “We just haven’t had much reason to lately.”

“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I? And I’m all about having a good time. So, what do you say, boys? Wanna show me how the locals of Silver Ridge have fun?”

“Fun?” JT asks raising his eyebrows. “Is that what you’re here for, Mac? A vacation?”

“No, JT. Goddamn it, can’t we just have one night without talking about poaching, the freaking traps, my motives or whatever else is on your mind?”

The room fills with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room and the fire that continues to roar.

“We’re sorry, Mac,” Ben says, his voice low and sincere. “You’re right, we’ve been pretty intense around here lately. We should... unwind.”

“Exactly,” I say, standing up. “What games do you have around here?” I look around the room, all I see are shelves full of trophies, family photos, and leather bound books.

“There’s a set of poker chips and cards,” Ben says, pointing to a tall built in shelf in the dining room.

“Great! Who’s up for a game of poker?” I ask.

“Well, I’m in,” Hank says, grinning. “What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I say, sauntering over to the table in the corner of the room. The deck of cards catches my attention. The bourbon has my sense of logic flatly numbed, in fact, I have quite the buzz now and I’m feeling more than bold.

“Texas hold 'em?”

“Boring,” JT groans.

“You think that’s boring?” I ask.

He nods. “I win. I always win. It’ll be no fun.”

“I really doubt that,” I say.

He shrugs. “You guys play without me.”

“How about… Strip Poker?” I say, meeting each of their eyes in the room. “That sounds like fun, doesn’t it? Or would that be too boring and scary for JT?”

The smirk on Hank’s face threatens to split his face in half, while JT and Ben exchange uneasy glances. “I don’t know about this,” JT says, his cheeks flaming.

“What’s the matter, JT? Afraid you’ll lose?” I say, picking up the deck and shuffling them in my hands.

“Fine,” he says, walking over to the table and taking a seat. “You’re on.”

“Great,” I say, dealing the cards out. “Ante up, boys. It’s time to see who the real card player is.”

Between sips of bourbon and a whole lot of bluffing, I manage to talk those boys out of their shirts, socks and even Ben’s watch. Hank and Ben are now down to their boxers, while JT somehow managed to keep his pair of jeans. I’d lost my pants, but my shirt is long, and skims down my ass, covering my underwear.

Hank and JT glare at me and hesitate for a moment before reluctantly putting their ‘stakes’ on the table, and pushing their chips forward.

“I’ll see your socks and raise you….” I pause, my eyes scanning them, “Underwear.”

The room goes silent as the words hang in the air. Even the grandfather clock seemed to have stopped ticking. I push the massive amount of poker chips equal to a pair of underwear forward.

Hank’s eyeballs practically pop out of his head. JT’s jaw drops to the floor as Ben’s face turns a deep shade of crimson.

“You sure about that, darling?” Hank asks, a wicked glint in his eye. “It’d be a shame for you to have to lose yours.”

“I’m always sure. Are you scared, Hank?” I ask as I lean forward, pressing my breasts together. I’m taunting him, flirting with him, and meeting his gaze head-on. His eyes drop down to my chest then slide down the length of my body.

“As a matter of fact, I’m not,” he says, grinning. “I’ll call.”

JT and Ben fold, leaving Hank and I to face off.

A hush falls over the room as we both turn our cards over.

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I say, laying down my cards. A pair of twos.

“Full house, lady,” Hank says cooly as his eyes travel up and down my body again. “Time to lose the panties.”

The temperature in the room soars as I get to my feel. Slowly, inch by inch, I wiggle out of my underwear, using the oversized shirt to my advantage, until they pool at my ankles. I take one last deep breath and kick them away.

“Happy now?” I say, my voice shaking ever so slightly. The heat of the fireplace licks at my legs, crawling upward.

All three of their eyes darken with desire. “Oh, I’m just getting started, Mac.” The little bit of fabric Hank has left on, does little to hide the bugle there. My mouth waters slightly at the sight of it. JT adjusts himself beside his brother, quickly reshuffling the deck.

“We can call it now. You don’t have much left to bet with,” he says.

“I still have a whole shirt,” I point out.

“And a whole lot of attitude” Hank adds on. “Alright, Mac. But remember, you asked for this.”

I ignore the way my heart thuds in my chest. This was just a game, right?

A harmless game of poker gone wrong. We are after all just mammals. There’s no reason to feel any way about being naked in front of one another.

“Alright, boys,” I say, shrugging. “Deal me in. Unless you want to call it, seeing as Ben and Hank, you have nothing left but your boxers.”

“Oh no. We’re still playing,” Ben says. “Someone’s got to beat JT.”

The next few rounds are a blur, but I still manage to keep my shirt on, though Hank and Ben both lose their underwear and have to forfeit, standing at the side, watching JT and I play. Their hands over their bare junk, do a piss poor job of hiding their hardening erections and I can’t help but steal glances their way, nearly salivating at the idea of sucking them off.

The room is charged with lust and tension as we play another round. I’m so focused on winning now that I don’t notice how quiet the room has become.

“Alright, Mac, I’m feeling generous,” JT says, leaning back in his chair. “Double or nothing?”

“And what exactly are you planning to wager?” I ask, eyeing him warily.

“If I win, your shirt, and you’re mine for the night.”

Mine for the night? I repeat the words over, studying the desire etched in his face.

“And if I win?” I whisper.

“Full access to whatever you want here on the property.”

My breath catches in my throat as the implications of the bet sink in. JT’s dark eyes hold mine, daring me to back out. I swallow, trying to settle the butterflies in my stomach.

Sweat beads on my brow as I wait with bated breath.

“Deal,” I say, pushing my last few chips into the middle.

He deals the cards, and we study them intensely, my heart roaring in my ears.

“Alright, Mac, show me what you’ve got,” JT says, his voice a low growl.

I hesitate, my hands shaking. This is it. All or nothing. I glance at their faces, and see a mix of arousal, anticipation, and maybe, just maybe , a glimmer of respect. The only problem is that I’ve got a shit hand. Maybe I can make him fold with a bluff.

“Alright, boys, I’m all in,” I say.

“You’re bluffing,” JT says, narrowing his eyes.

“Am I?” I ask, arching an eyebrow. “Well, what do you say, JT? Are you bluffing, or are you... all in?”

It was everything I had left to bet.

“Well, well, look who’s feeling lucky,” JT says, steepling his fingers in front of him.

The room is so quiet I could’ve heard a pin drop.

“Well, I’ll see your bluff and raise you one...” He trails off, his eyes locked with mine.

The room seems to hold its breath as he displays his cards; a royal flush.

As my eyes widen, I can feel my cheeks burning. I’d just lost. I’d lost it all.

“Mac,” JT growls, “Strip.”

I refuse to meet their eyes as I slowly peel the shirt over my head, baring my skin to their heated gazes. They are hotter than the fire roaring nearby. My heart pounds in my ears, my cheeks red from the booze and arousal.

“Now what?” I ask, squeezing my eyes shut. My head swims and I feel lighter than air like I might evaporate then and there.

The room fills with the sounds of heavy, labored breathing as I wait for his next move.

“Well, since you’re all mine for the night, I have a few ideas.” JT drawls. His voice sends shivers down my spine. He stands up and walks over to me. His broad, warm hand caresses my bare shoulder before he turns me around to face him, his grip firm yet gentle.

“Get on the table.”

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I follow his command. The cool wood of the tabletop sends a shiver down my spine as I sit on the edge of the table.

“No. On all fours for us to see.”

Gingerly, I prop myself up on all fours, my naked ass in the air, my heart racing as I’m on full display to them.

JT's footsteps approach the table, each step echoing in the silent room.

I tense up as he stands behind me. His heat, his presence, looms over me as he lingers there, inches away, the tension between us is palpable.

“You know, Mac,” he says, his voice a low growl in my ear. “You’re a terrible poker player, but, damn, do you make a good loser.”

I close my eyes, bracing myself for whatever was to come next. His hands on my hips are hot, and firm, moving along my back down to my ass.

His strong hands suddenly pull me back against his hard body. His breath is hot on my neck as he leans down to whisper in my ear.

“I warned you. I always win.”

Hank and Ben take a step closer, their expressions hungry as they take in the sight of me on my hands and knees naked before them. Hank reaches out to trail a calloused finger down my spine, making me arch into his touch.

"Look at you," he murmurs appreciatively. "Our girl, bent over and begging for it."

JT reaches around and starts to stroke my clit, gently at first then faster. Tendrils of pleasure wrap themselves around me at his touch as he continues touching me until my own wetness starts to drip down my inner thigh.

“Now, roll onto your back,” he instructs and without thought, I obey, turning onto my back. He moves to stand between my legs, bringing my hips to the edge of the table.

The tip of his cock presses against my entrance.

“Breathe,” he instructs, lining himself up. “Since I won, I get to have you first tonight.”

Ben and Hank both begin to tug on their hard cocks at the sight of their brother, slowly inching his way deep inside of me. I gasp at the fullness.

“Damn,” JT gasps. His palms hold onto my hips, guiding me up and down on him as he thrusts. Each next one growing with speed and intensity. His hand wraps around the base of my skull, pulling my gaze upward. I moan and whimper in response as the sensation overwhelms me. All the while, the other two watch, making me feel even more desirable and hot.

“She likes that,” Hank whispers.

“God, she’s tight,” JT moans.

Ben moves to kneel in front of me on the table, his thick erection bobbing near my face. "Why don't you put that sassy mouth to good use, sweetheart?"

I drop my head over the edge of the table and hungrily wrap my lips around Ben's hard length, taking him deep into my mouth. He groans, his fingers threading through my hair as I start to suck, my tongue swirling around his tip.

JT's hands caress my ass before he lands a sharp smack, making me moan around Ben's cock. "That's it, baby," JT growls. "Take it all." He continues stretching me in the most delicious way, pushing deeper and harder into me, forcing my head to bob on Ben’s cock with the momentum. I cry out at the sensation, the sound muffled by Ben's cock filling my mouth.

"You ready for this, Mac? Ready to take all of us, right here on this table?"

A moan escapes my lips at his words, my core clenching with need. I was beyond ready. I'd been craving this, dreaming of it, since the moment I first laid eyes on the Truitt brothers.

Hank moves to stand beside me, running his hands over my back, and my sides, cupping my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, pinching than releasing, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

I’m completely overwhelmed, lost in a haze of lust and sensation as the three brothers take me. JT pounds into me from behind while I suck Ben deeper, as Hank continues his sweet torment.

It’s almost too much, the feeling of being so filled, so completely possessed by these massive men. Yet, I don’t want it to stop. I want more. I need more.

"You doing okay, Mac?" JT asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his desire.

I nod against Ben's cock as Hank circles my nipples again, sending shudders coursing through my body.

“Oh, she’s doing great,” Ben growls.

"Good," JT breathes before driving hard into me again, making me gasp.

Ben pulls away from my mouth momentarily, allowing me to gasp for breath before diving back in. "Look at her, Hank," he groans. "She's so eager, so ready for us."

The sound of Hank's low chuckle makes the heat in my belly burn brighter. "Our girl scout has a wild side," he observes as he moves behind me, replacing JT's hands on my hips.

Something thick and cool spreads on my back entrance and then Hank is pressing a finger inside me, stretching me even further. My head falls forward on the table, a strangled moan escapes my lips as Ben's cock slips from my mouth.

"Shit, Mac," Ben gasps, his hand coming down to guide me back onto him. "Don't stop."

I comply, taking him back into my mouth and sucking hard while Hank continues to stretch my hole and prepare me for what’s to come.

Soon enough he replaces his finger with something larger; undoubtedly his own, magnificent erection. I whimper at the intrusion, but any protest is swallowed up by the mouthful of Ben that I’m savoring. They all slow their motion as Hank eases into me beside JT, who holds me up then guides my hips down. A sharp pinch of pain is replaced with the most pleasurable fullness imaginable. They move together, filling every part of me with their own.

"All yours, Hank," JT says gruffly from beside me. His hands came up to grip my hair, pulling my head back away from Ben so he can capture my lips in a heated kiss. The taste of bourbon and man was intoxicating, making me squirm in pleasure.

“Oh God," JT whispers into my ear as he watches his brother take me, as Ben returns to my mouth.

Hank pushes in slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to the overwhelming feeling of being filled by two men. His movements are slow, deliberate, his muscular arms holding my hips steady as he fills me to the hilt.

"You're so tight," Hank murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me.

I can barely form a coherent thought, the pleasure is so intense it threatens to shatter me into a thousand pieces.

JT's fingers dig into my hips as he matches Hank's rhythm, the two of them moving in perfect sync. I am lost in it all, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful, almost enough to break me.

"We've got you, Mac," JT murmurs against my ear as his thumb rubs slow circles on my clit. "Just let go."

And I do.

With a cry, I let go, succumbing to the powerful orgasm that washes over me. I shake with the force of it, my vision going white as waves of ecstasy crash through me again and again. All I can do is hold on and ride it out.

The men never slow, their rhythm only intensifying as they ride me through the waves of my climax.

"Jesus Christ," Hank groans, his hands squeezing my hips so tightly I was sure it would leave marks. "She's clenching around me, so damn tight."

There’s nothing gentle about the way they take me now. Their movements are rough, primal as they pound into me from all sides. But I love it. Love the way it feels to be surrounded by them, filled with them.

My body tenses again, another orgasm building as they pound into me at a frenzied pace.

Hank groans in my ear, his climax hitting him hard, leaving him shuddering against me. JT follows soon after, releasing deep inside me with a guttural growl. Ben pulls out of my mouth and spills himself on my chest, hot and sticky.

We stay like that for a moment, the four of us panting and shaking from the aftereffects of such a powerful release. Eventually, they pull out of me one by one, each leaving me emptier than before.

"Shit," JT curses as he helps me sit up, his arms coming around me to hold me close. "You okay, Mac?"

I nod, unable to trust my voice just yet. I feel... incredible. Sated and blissfully content.

Hank tucks a loose strand of hair back from my face, his eyes filled with warmth. "We didn't push you too far, did we?"

Laughing weakly, I shake my head. "No way. That was... wow."

Ben chuckles as he passes me a towel, and I hastily wipe the sticky residue from my chest. "Wow, huh?" He smirks. "I guess we'll take that as a compliment."

"The best compliment," JT affirms. He cups my face tenderly, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my heart flutter. "You’re pretty amazing, Mac.”

I smile at them, a soft, sated smile that has them all grinning back at me. There’s a warmth in their eyes that takes me by surprise. It’s not just lust or satisfaction but something more... something deeper.

“We should go to bed,” JT says, running a hand through his hair. He takes several steps back and eyes me up and down.

"Sleep sounds good," I murmur, still feeling the languid effects of being fucked by all three of them. I pull away, and make my way up the stairs, ignoring the shakiness in my legs and the thudding of my heart. I practically stumble into the shower and turn it on hot. I stand under the water for a long while. My head is racing with jumbled thoughts, but my body is racing with something else entirely.

I shouldn't be feeling this way, not about one man and definitely not about three. Yet tonight... tonight had been incredible in a way that words could not express.

After what felt like hours in the shower, I pad softly into the bedroom, my eyes instantly drawn to the massive bed where a freshly showered JT, smelling like pine and soap is laying under the comforter. I tense, clutching the towel to me. It feels silly to suddenly be shy, but what happened earlier had just been a moment of passion and alcohol. This feels different. Too intimate, and suddenly, I feel vulnerable.

Should I leave?

This is his room after all.

"Don't go," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. His eyes skim over my bare body, heating me up more than the shower had done.

I look at him unsure of what to do. He pats the empty spot next to him on the bed. "C'mon, Mac. We've been through too much to be shy around each other."

With a small nod, I slowly approach the bed. Clutching the towel tightly around me, I lower myself beside him. The bed dips under my weight, JT's warm body scoots closer.

He pulls me in, his arm wrapping around me. For a moment we lay there quietly, and I can hear his heartbeat under my ear.

"If you want, we can talk about what happened," JT says quietly after some time.

I lift my head up to look at him. His eyes are sincere and open.

"No, JT... I'm not sure of what to say right now," I confess, fear creeping into my heart. What if they regretted what had happened? What if our wild night had somehow ruined the precarious balance of our relationship?

He gives me a small nod, his fingers tracing circles on my bare arm. "Whenever you're ready," he says softly.

The silence stretches between us, comfortable and less tense than I thought it would be. JT’s watches me with the same intensity as before, but there’s a softness in his gaze that hadn't been there before.

“Is there something you want to talk about?” I ask. He shakes his head.

“Just checking in with you, that's all.”

“We were all drinking, it was…” my voice trails off as his mouth finds my shoulder and his hands trace patterns on my stomach and down between my legs.

“Baby, this wasn’t just a drunken hook up,” he whispers.

"No?" I mumble, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

He shakes his head. "No, Mac," he confirms, his eyes serious. "I can't speak for Hank and Ben, but I... I’ve wanted you for a long time. And tonight was... hell, it was more than I ever imagined."

His confession echoes in the silence of the room. It’s a heavy thing; a beautiful secret that hangs in the air between us.

"I see," is all I can manage to say, my mind racing.

“What I can’t believe is that you let my brothers have you before me.”

“You’re sort of an asshole, JT.”

His fingers move farther down between my legs.

"And yet you let me have my way with you, didn't you?" His fingers tease lightly at my entrance, but he doesn't make a move to enter me. The promise of pleasure is there in his touch, but for now, he seems content to simply tease me.

I bite back a gasp as a shiver of desire shoots through me. "Is that regret I hear?" I counter, raising an eyebrow.

He pauses, his gaze locked onto mine. "Not a chance," he responds, his voice soft but firm. He leans in, catching my lips in a searing kiss that robs me of all thought.

I melt into his arms, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders as his tongue explores my mouth. The kiss is slow and languid, the perfect contrast to our frenzied coupling from earlier. His fingers continue their teasing exploration of my lower body, and I find myself arching into him, seeking more. The taste of bourbon is still heavy on his tongue as it presses into my mouth.

“You made me wait, Mac.”

"Did I now?" I breathe out, gasping in surprise when his fingers slip inside me, causing a wave of pleasure to ripple through me.

His gaze is dark and intense as he watches my reaction, a smirk playing on his lips. "You did," he affirms, his voice dropping an octave lower as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me.

My breath hitches at the sensation, my hands gripping onto JT's shoulder for support. "I didn't mean to," I confess, my voice shaking. “I hardly know what I’m doing.”

He chuckles, the sound rich and deep in the quiet room.

"That's okay," he murmurs, moving his fingers expertly within me, "We're all figuring this out together." His thumb circles against my sensitive bundle of nerves.

Familiar pressure builds within me, a familiar and intoxicating sensation that makes me grip JT even tighter. I close my eyes, surrendering to the moment when suddenly he removes his fingers entirely.

"JT!" I gasp in protest, my eyes snapping open as I glare at him. He's grinning down at me, an impish spark in his eyes.

"Patience, sweetheart," he teases, tracing his wet fingers over my stomach and up to my breasts. "We've got all night."

"We do?" I ask breathlessly, unable to keep the hopeful note from my voice.

He moves down to press a lingering kiss against my neck. "We do.”

He leans in to capture my mouth with his, our tongues tangling in a heated dance. His lips are warm and demanding, mirroring the relentless rhythm of his teasing fingers that have found their way back inside my wet pussy.

"J-JT," I moan, bucking up against him.

His other hand comes up to cup my breast, his thumb teasing the hardened peak as he growls into my ear.

He drops his hips down so his hard erection presses against me.

"Feel what you do to me, Mac?" He grinds against me, the fabric of his boxers doing little to hinder the sensation of his arousal.

I moan in response, my hands fisting in his hair as I pull him down for another kiss. His hand on my breast squeezes gently, his thumb rolling over the nipple and sending electric jolts of pleasure down to where his fingers are still ruthlessly pleasing me.

"I'm... close," I whimper, desperate for the release that's just out of reach.

He slows his fingers, drawing out the pleasure until I'm squirming with need. "Only when I say," he whispers against my lips.

His command does something strange to me, it sends a thrill through me that has my eyes rolling back in pleasure. The need to submit to him, to allow him control is overwhelmingly powerful.

He slips out of his boxers, and I gasp at the feeling of him, hot and hard against me.

Slowly, he slips inside of me. His pace is torturously slow at first, and I whimper softly against his mouth, craving more. With each thrust, I can feel him stretching me deliciously, making me lose myself in the immense pleasure coursing through my veins. His hands keep my wrists in place over my head as he dips in and out.

His breath is warm and ticklish against my skin. "Patience, sweetheart."

He pulls back slightly, only to surge forward again and I gasp, the sensation of him filling me completely overwhelms my senses. His hand comes down to rest on my hip, his thumb gently rubbing circles on my clit as he establishes a slow, steady rhythm.

I wrap my legs around him tightly, desperate to feel him deeper. He obliges, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper as our bodies meld together. There's an urgency in his every move, a silent promise of what's to come.

"Look at me, Mac," he murmurs against my lips.

Slowly, I open my eyes to find his gaze locked onto mine. The intensity in his eyes has me trembling under him. His brows are pulled together as though he’s being tortured. "You're... beautiful," he breathes out.

"JT," I moan, the sound muffled as I press my mouth against his neck. My fingers clutch tightly at his hard biceps as he picks up his pace, increasing the depth and speed of his thrusts. His response is a low groan in my ear, the vibrations spreading warmth throughout my body.

His arms coil around me, fingers digging into my back as he pulls my body flush against his.

His head dips low, his mouth capturing my earlobe as he whispers, “You close, babe?”

I can only nod. I feel him smile against my skin before his hand moves between us again, his fingers brushing over my sensitive nub. A gasp rips from my throat as heat floods through me at the contact. “Remember, not until I tell you.”

“I remember.”

“That’s it.”

My hands tangle in his tousled hair as I buck up against him.

“Almost.” He sighs, “Oh, you want it so bad, but you’re being a good girl and waiting.”

Every part of me is tightening, like a string being wrapped around itself into a ball. The tension inside of me might snap.

“JT,” I gasp. He stops moving completely, and I am frozen beneath him, gasping, hanging on the edge.

“You poor thing,” he whispers. Ever so slightly, he thrusts. The motion is painfully slow, and I want to scream in frustration. “Okay,” he whispers into my ear, “cum for me.”

He pounds into me then, fast and rough. Within seconds my climax comes crashing down on me like an avalanche, my body spasming and shaking uncontrollably. Through the haze of pleasure, I can vaguely hear JT cursing as his own release hits him.

We lay locked together for long moments afterwards, panting heavily, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. His lips gently trace the curve of my shoulder as our breathing slows. It doesn’t take long until sleep pulls us both under.