Festive Faking (Rust Canyon #1)

19. Aspen

Chapter 19

Aspen

Mac continued to surprise me. I thought for sure when I explained that I’d never had sex before, he would want to stop. Surely, he had to know this was a monumental moment in my life. That, no matter what happened, I would never forget him as being my first. I could only imagine the amount of pressure that placed on him, as to whether I would view it as a positive experience or a negative one.

Even though there had been moments leading up to this one, where I’d pictured what it might be like to have a physical relationship with Mac, I was nervous.

My heart raced.

My palm grew sweaty in his warm grip.

My chest tightened, and I couldn’t take a deep breath.

My feet dragged just the tiniest bit as we made our way across the room toward the bed.

Fear of the unknown was very real.

Sensing my apprehension, Mac cradled my face once we reached the foot of the bed. Slowly, he pressed his lips to mine, teasing his tongue along the seam until I granted him entry. His kiss made me dizzy; I could feel it all the way to my toes. The way he seemed to savor it, with lazy strokes and playful nips, was intoxicating.

My buzz from the bar had long worn off, but I was drunk on the way Mac made me feel. It was a high I would be chasing for the rest of my life.

When he pulled away, I whined, circling my arms around his neck to draw him back to me.

The throaty chuckle that rumbled from his chest had my toes curling inside my boots.

“Relax, honey. I’m gonna take good care of you. Promise.”

“Kiss me,” I begged, mindless for another taste of his lips.

His brown eyes darkened to almost black. “Don’t worry. There’s going to be lots of kissing.” He brought his mouth to my ear, his voice dropping an octave as he whispered, “Everywhere.”

Oh God. It was borderline embarrassing how my knees buckled and Mac had to jump into action to keep me upright.

“Easy there.” He eased me down until I was seated on the edge of the mattress. Kneeling before me, he smirked. “Guess I know exactly where to start.”

My head dropped back on a moan, and the insistent throbbing at my core became almost painful with how turned on I was. The vague mention of the sexual acts he wanted to perform on me was nearly enough to make me orgasm.

Just imagine what it’s going to feel like to actually experience his mouth making good on those promises.

A wave of heat washed over me, and my thighs squeezed together, my hips shifting as I sought relief.

Ripping my sweater over my head, I tossed it on the floor as Mac let out a deep groan. When I dared to peek at him, I found he’d brought a fist to his mouth and was biting down on it.

Empowered by his reaction, I reached behind my back, flicking the clasp on my bra and letting the lacy fabric fall away from my chest. I sighed when the cool air of the room hit my fevered skin and my nipples hardened into tight points.

“You’re a fucking dream, you know that?” Mac said reverently.

My fingertips grazed the button of my jeans, but a hand atop mine stopped me.

I tilted my head in question. Yes, I might be inexperienced, but I’d seen enough growing up on a breeding ranch to know that, for this to work, the pants needed to go.

“Let me,” he rasped, gently moving my hands to rest on the covers on either side of my hips.

Torturously slow, he fed the button through the loop, then dragged the zipper down. I lifted my hips, ready for him to drag the denim down my thighs, but he chided softly, “Stop trying to rush this. We have all night, and I intend to make the most of every second until the sun comes up.”

Yep, it was official. I was gonna die here tonight, either from anticipation or pleasure. The count was still out on which would be the cause.

Instead of removing my jeans, Mac dragged a finger down the crotch seam, applying more pressure when he reached a spot between my legs that had me gasping. I’d lost total control of my body, hips bucking without conscious thought, trying to gain more friction.

He hummed, eyes locking with mine. “You going to let me own this pussy? You going to let me be the first man to touch it, taste it, fuck it?”

Mouth going dry, my lips parted on a shaky exhale.

“Yes or no, Aspen. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes.” The word was barely a whisper.

Mac must’ve heard it because he gave a firm nod before rising to his feet.

That’s when I realized he was still wearing his jacket. I was burning up, half naked, yet he was fully clothed.

I wondered if maybe it was different for guys, that they didn’t turn into a sweaty, achy mess when aroused, but I got my answer when he shucked the thick item of outerwear and wrenched his shirt off. His golden skin glistened in the low light offered by the bedside lamp we’d left on before heading out for the night.

My teeth dug into my lower lip hard, and my fingers twitched. The lean muscles of his chest and abs were taunting me. Looking at them wasn’t enough; I wanted to run my hands over every inch.

What are you waiting for? He told you in the truck that you could touch any part of him you wanted.

Rising on shaky legs, I stepped close enough that I could place my palms flat on his pecs, which were covered in the lightest smattering of dark hair. Then I moved lower, relishing the way his abs tensed as I grazed over them.

My jeans were undone, so I felt it only fair that we matched each other in our level of undress.

He sucked in a sharp breath when my fingers brushed his waistband, but he didn’t stop me. Our breaths mixed as we both stared down, watching me lower the zipper.

Before I could do anything more, Mac reached inside his underwear, letting out a relieved sigh as he repositioned his erection.

Curious, I asked, “Does that hurt?”

He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Denim is unforgiving, so things can get a bit uncomfortable when a pretty girl has me hard enough to pound nails.”

A blush crept up my neck at hearing him call me pretty.

“Truth,” I whispered, and his eyes flared. “You’re the first man I’ve ever made hard.”

His jaw dropped. “Seriously?”

I lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug.

His demeanor shifted from shocked to determined, and he gripped my hips before tossing me onto the bed. I squealed as I bounced, but any kind of playful retort died on my lips when I peeked up and saw Mac was on the prowl. He looked like he wanted to devour me whole, and God help me, I wanted to let him.

“You know what?” He wedged a knee between my thighs, providing the perfect pressure to have me moaning instantly.

“What?” I asked breathlessly, clutching at his shoulders to gain leverage to grind against him even harder.

“Only means I get even more of your firsts.”

There wasn’t time to react before his mouth crashed down on mine in a punishing kiss. Gone were the soft strokes of his tongue as he dove in deep, claiming me as promised. His hands found my breasts, and I tore my lips away on a gasp. My back bowed, arching into the pleasure when his thumbs dragged over the sensitive peaks. The ache between my thighs grew unbearable, and I needed relief.

“Please, Mac.” My voice sounded foreign to my own ears—breathy, desperate, and dripping with lust.

His breath was hot in my ear. “Every time you try to rush me, I’m going to slow it down even more.”

I let out a loud groan of frustration, which was met with a throaty chuckle from Mac.

Trailing kisses down my neck, he licked a path over my collarbone before pulling back to blow across the slick skin. Goosebumps rose instantly, and I shivered.

“So responsive,” he mused. Dark hair had fallen into his eyes filled with so much heat that I could literally feel it scorching my skin.

Pressing his lips over my racing heart, he shimmied lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of my jeans and giving a warning tug. “This okay?”

My ass was off the mattress in an instant. “I want yours off too.”

Teeth nipped at my hipbone. “Deal.”

He wrenched the worn denim down my thighs, pausing at the ankles to remove my boots. The only garment that remained was a tiny black lace thong.

Stepping back from the bed, he rose to his full height. Gaze roving over my prone form, he swallowed so hard his Adam’s apple bobbed along the length of his throat.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

He didn’t need to qualify his statement by prefacing that it was his truth. I could see it in his eyes; he meant every word.

I’d waited my whole life for this. Not sex but to have a man look at me like Mac did now. With reverence, with longing, and above all else, with passion.

Flushed from head to toe, with a buzzing beneath my skin, I decided to urge him on by removing the flimsy fabric covering the last bit of me from his view. Then I figured why the hell not and tossed my panties straight at his chest.

Yeah, that backfired immediately because he caught the material with ease, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply, moaning as he did so. I was so shocked that any trace of potential shyness over lying bare before him vanished in an instant.

“If you taste half as good as you smell, Freckles, I might have to check into rehab tomorrow. Because I’m gonna be addicted.”

My breath caught in my throat, and my pussy grew wet enough that it soaked the comforter beneath me.

He stuffed my underwear into the back pocket of his jeans before shoving them down his legs, taking his boxers with them.

When he straightened, I got the first good look at his dick. Not gonna lie; my thighs closed automatically at the idea of him shoving that between them.

Yup, that’s gonna hurt.

Mac brought a hand to his length, stroking the stiff shaft, his eyes never leaving mine. “That’s why we’re going slow. We’re gonna take our time, get you nice and ready, baby.”

I nodded my understanding. All that was left to do was bank on trust that he knew what he was doing because I sure didn’t.

He crawled back onto the bed, hovering above me to make sure he didn’t crush me with his body weight. Dipping his head, he offered me a druggingly slow kiss, setting the tone for how he’d promised this was going to go.

My hands skimmed up the bunching muscles along his back, committing the feel to memory. Who knew if tonight was a one-time-only deal. I was too afraid to ask, so I was determined to make the most of the experience.

Mac moved to my neck, sucking the skin and making me moan. I didn’t care that I’d be covered in hickeys when we attended Christmas Eve service with my family tomorrow. They would serve as a reminder that what we shared tonight had been real, that I hadn’t dreamt it.

Sensation surrounded me, stealing my focus, so I was caught completely off-guard when his mouth closed over my nipple and he pulled the sensitive peak between his teeth as his fingers plucked its twin.

I cried out, back arching, the pleasure greater than anything I’d ever known.

My hips, grinding against his bare thigh, bucked faster than one of the broncs we sent to rodeo, the weight of his heavy cock resting atop my belly driving me insane. The proof that he wanted this—wanted me —was right there.

With one hand tangled in Mac’s messy hair, I reached the other down to wrap my fingers around his thick length, testing the feel of it—softer than I’d imagined—and giving a gentle squeeze since he seemed to like that when we were in the truck.

A growl sounded as he released my nipple with an audible pop. “Bold little thing, aren’t you?” His hips rolled, thrusting his dick into my hand. “You want more of my cock, honey?”

“God, yes,” I breathed, gaining the courage to begin stroking him.

I thought for sure he was finally ready to put me out of my misery. But instead, he pried my fingers away, batting at my hand when I tried to retake my claim.

Tsking, he chided, “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Haven’t I waited long enough?” My huffed words came out broken between panting breaths.

“Need something to take the edge off?” His voice was thick and deep, rolling over me like honey.

Licking my lips, I took a risk and begged, “Please.”

Mac leaned on one elbow, took a finger, and brought it to my mouth. I wanted to please him, so I gripped his wrist to keep him there before parting my lips and sucking on that finger as deep and hard as I could.

He must’ve liked it because he bit into the flesh of my shoulder, which did very little to muffle the sound of a guttural groan.

The digit was coated in my saliva when he pulled it away, using it to trail a slick path down my chin, along my sternum, and over my navel, until he dragged it through my dripping-wet slit.

I could have sworn I stopped breathing when the pad of that fingertip circled over my clit. The pressure was too light, a barely-there touch, and I needed more.

As if he could read my thoughts, he pulled his hand away, giving the spot a sharp smack that had me levitating off the bed on a scream. My eyes slammed shut and bright lights burst beneath the lids. Tremors wracked my body as wave after wave of intense pleasure radiated outward from my core.

“Perfection,” Mac whispered, his voice sounding far away.

My mind might be hazy, but I was pretty sure the man had literally slapped my pussy and made me come. Never in a million years would I have guessed I’d like something like that, but it was on the tip of my tongue to ask him to do it again.

Lying limp on the bed, I barely noticed when something wedged between my spread-open thighs. At this point, Mac could do pretty much anything he wanted to me and I wouldn’t have been able to put up a fight. Not that I wanted to, but still. I was that blissed out.

“Aspen?”

I moaned, my head lolling to the side. Forcing my heavy eyelids open, I frowned when I didn’t find Mac lying beside me.

Where did he go?

“Down here.” There was a tap on my inner thigh.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted my head and about damn near swallowed my tongue when I saw his face half hidden by my pussy as he peeked up at me.

A corner of his lips hitched up. “I have to say, pink is definitely your color. It drove me crazy on your lips and then your nipples, but damn.” His eyes dipped to that intimate place between my thighs, and he let out an impressed exhale. “Pretty sure this pussy is my favorite of them all.”

My blood heated, and it didn’t matter that I’d already come once. I wanted more .

A wolfish gleam entered his dark eyes. “Remember those ribs I ate yesterday?”

“Uh, yeah?” How could I forget? It had been quite the spectacle.

“Same rules apply. Gonna lick you clean, not wasting a single drop of this feast.”

Before my sluggish brain could process that, his tongue darted out and flicked over my clit.

Oh my God. It should be illegal how good that felt.

My hands anchored in the strands of his hair, and he chuckled against the sensitive flesh, making me jolt. “Like that, sweetheart?”

Instead of words, I dragged him by the hair back to where I wanted him.

His amusement was audible. “Yes, ma’am.”

When he returned his attention to my waiting pussy this time, he flattened his tongue, maintaining steady pressure as I rocked against it. Even though he was the one performing oral, he let me be in charge.

He wasn’t as domineering as I would have expected. His insistent desire for me to enjoy this experience had my heart fluttering.

Sex isn’t love, Aspen. Don’t forget that.

There wasn’t time to tell my inner pessimist to pipe down because Mac teased a finger inside me, curling it just right, and I shattered. My pussy locked down as my muscles tensed in unison, the breath stolen from my lungs. I opened and closed my mouth to no avail, unable to draw in air. Black spots danced in my vision the longer I was deprived of oxygen, and I feared I might pass out.

The last thought I had was: Not a bad way to die.