Mace (Untamed Sons MC: Birmingham Chapter #1)

24. Maylie

TWENTY-FOUR

MAYLIE

He leads me into my bedroom, my body hot and thrumming with the anticipation of what’s to come.

As soon as we’re behind my bedroom door, he kisses me with such desperate neediness, it makes me feel ten feet tall. My toes curl into the carpet as my fingers dig into his biceps, trying to ground myself.

I’ve never been in love. I’ve never been in a relationship before this, but when I look at him, he makes my pulse quicken and my body feel alive. Is that love? Wanting to spend every moment with him and thinking about him when I’m not with him, what about that?

I want him to be the one to take my virginity. I want to give myself to him completely.

I trail my fingers down his chest before sliding his vest off his shoulders. Because I know how important the garment is to him, I don’t toss it on the floor. Instead, I place it on the edge of the bed behind me before slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

His eyes are molten as he watches me, and I’ve never felt more desired, more wanted than I do in this moment. He makes me feel like I’m the only girl in the room any time we’re together. He makes me feel so special, like I’m not just Maylie, the girl struggling to raise her siblings.

He sees me… the real me.

I shove his shirt off his shoulders, revealing the canvas of artwork covering his body. My mouth waters, and I’m not sure what possesses me to do it, but I lean forward and run my tongue over the curves of his pectorals, tracing the lines of his tattoos.

His muscles ripple beneath my touch, and a sense of elation washes through me that I can affect this strong man just as much as he does me.

As I swirl around his nipple, scraping my teeth over it, he hisses between clenched teeth before he grabs my chin, pulling my head up so he can slip his tongue into my mouth.

His other hand dives under my waistband to push aside my underwear. I suck in air as he rubs circles over my clit, creating waves of paroxysmal lust.

Suddenly, it’s not just his chest I want to taste—it’s him.

I unbuckle his belt, even as he continues to trail kisses from my mouth down my neck and undresses me piece by delicious piece.

I undo the button of his jeans, peeling them down his legs enough so I can free his cock from his underwear. It springs free, the thick, veiny length of it seeping pre-cum at the tip. My mouth waters as I trail my fingers over his silky skin.

“Undress and sit on the bed.” The command is bossier than I intend, but the look in his eyes tells me he likes it. Noted .

“What are you doing, my little doe?” Curiosity laces his words as he sits on the edge of the mattress, undoing his boots while his gaze is locked on mine.

“Whatever I want.”

He tosses them off before standing and shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs. They form a pile with my discarded clothes, and I shimmy out of my pants and boots until all I’m left in is lacy pink underwear.

Done taking orders, he gestures for me to come to him, and I obey. I would do anything he asks of me, and when I’m standing between his parted thighs, his fingers play under the waistband of my thong before he turns me around. He keeps one hand on my belly while the other curves over my bum cheeks.

“You’ve been walking around wearing this all night?” He groans when I nod. “You look good enough to eat, Maylie.”

I thread my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of his soft locks between my digits. “So do you. Spread your legs,” I say.

His eyes flame as he does what I ask, and I drop to my knees between his parted thighs. His cock juts out from between his legs, already semi-solid and thick.

Nerves suddenly grasp my chest. What if I’m not good at this? What if he hates everything I do to him?

His hand cups my jaw, drawing my attention. “I don’t like the look on your face.”

I lick my suddenly dry lips. “I’m okay.”

I don’t want to expose my concerns, because giving words to how I feel will make me sound crazy .

“Don’t do that. You don’t have to protect my feelings, Maylie. I assure you, I can handle whatever it is that’s running through that pretty head of yours.”

He truly makes me believe that, and that gives me the confidence to admit to him what I’m feeling.

“I’ve never done this before. I don’t want to mess it up. I mean, I know the mechanics of it, and how it’s supposed to go, but what if I?—”

“Sweetheart, I am completely and utterly transfixed by you. You only have to look in my direction and I’m hard as a rock. You can’t mess this up. Just take your time and do whatever feels comfortable. If at any time you want to stop, we will.”

That eases some of the anxiety rolling through me, and when I take his cock in my hand, it’s with a little more confidence. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, pulling up and twisting at the same time.

He leans back on his elbows, widening his thighs even farther as his breath begins to quicken. This man is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. My body hums for him, my heart beats with his, and I want him to know that the way he feels about me is entirely mutual.

“Fuck, Maylie.” He sifts my hair into his hands, lifting it off my neck as I lean forward and take him in my mouth.

He’s big, and his girth forces my lips wide as I suck him into my mouth. The taste of his shaft coats my tongue as I pull back a little before taking him deeper again. I lift my lashes to watch his expression as I suck him into my throat, gagging a little as he hits the back.

The silky softness of his skin stretched over thick veins that run along his shaft create an interesting texture for my tongue to play with as heat floods to my pussy. Between my legs aches, begging for a reprieve, and I slip my free hand down my bare belly and between my parted thighs.

The first touch of my clit has my back arching, which pushes him deeper into my throat, making me choke. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel powerful, even though I’m the one on my knees.

“Look at my good girl, taking my cock so well.”

Fuck. That shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but I rub my pussy harder, needing the delicious friction as I suck him back into my throat. Every inch of me feels alive, heated and charging towards an orgasm I can feel building inside me.

“Put your fingers inside yourself,” he orders.

I do as he asks, slipping my fingers through my folds to find my entrance. I’m so wet, I’m able to push two digits into my waiting pussy with ease. I slowly rotate my hips, grinding on my fingers and sending those shattering feelings higher and higher.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now with my dick in your mouth and your fingers inside you. My dirty good girl.”

His words light a fire in the pit of my stomach that seems to grow brighter with every passing roll of my hips. I don’t care how depraved I look, I take everything and push my body to its pleasurable limits as I force my fingers as deep as they can go inside me.

I wish it was his hand there, his fingers I was grinding against, but I want to make him come.

His hips twitch, his thighs tightening as his climax builds. I find my rhythm, moving back and forth over his shaft, enjoying his little grunts and whimpers as I drive him further towards his end. His cock is solid now, so hard it must be painful, and mini tremors wash through his body.

As his orgasm hits, my mouth is flooded with his salty taste. It hits the back of my throat, and I swallow instinctively until every drop he has in him is gone, then I pull off his shaft.

He’s breathing like he’s run a race, collapsed back on my bed as he tries to calm his heaving chest. I wipe my mouth with my hand and rock back on my heels.

“Are you okay?” I ask when he doesn’t move.

“I will be in a second. Climb on the bed next to me.”

I do as he says, sitting next to him. “Lower yourself over my face.”

I blink. “You want me to do what?”

“I need a minute to collect myself, but I want to eat your beautiful pussy. I’m gonna need you to help me out here, Maylie. Put your knees either side of my head.”

A little uncertain, but also interested to see how this is going to work, I do as he says, hovering over his head. I feel completely exposed as his eyes are directly beneath my pussy.

Without warning, he grabs my thighs and pulls me down onto his face. I gasp, throwing my hands out onto the mattress in front of me so I don’t suffocate him, but he doesn’t seem to care as his tongue slides through my folds.

Oh, sweet merciful hell.

My body shivers as my pussy contracts at the touch. My fingers are a poor substitute for Mace, and when his tongue darts inside my entrance, I almost come right then.

I squeeze my eyes shut as those tingles build in my pelvis, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs as he pulls me harder against his face .

Fuck. I can’t draw in air fully, and my throat is so tight as my heart thunders.

I throw my head back, panting like a dog in heat as he continues to work me up to a frenzy. I have to swallow my screams and grit my teeth together to stop any sound from escaping my mouth.

Shivers and trembles rack my body as everything contracts and pulses, building higher with each swipe and swirl of his tongue. This might be the most amazing thing I have ever experienced.

Mace has brought me to orgasm before, but something about this is more intense, more heated than anything he has done to me. I fall forwards onto my hands, trying desperately to keep my legs locked so I can hover over him and not collapse onto him. My chest heaves, every breath ripping out of me in ragged pants as my orgasm hits me like a train.

“Fuck,” I grind out as I squeeze my eyes shut.

I scramble forwards to collapse on the mattress without hurting him, trying to ground myself, and he sits up slowly, his mouth glistening. He’s covered in my arousal, and when he wipes his face with a finger and sucks it into his mouth, my still contracting pussy pulses harder.

“You have no idea how fuckin’ beautiful you are, Maylie.”

He rolls me onto my back and straddles my hips. His weight feels amazing, comforting, and I peer up at him with what I’m sure must be a goofy look on my face. “You’re just as handsome,” I tell him as he palms my breasts, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb, sending shockwaves to my pussy.

“You look very pretty laid out like this for me. ”

His mouth moves from my breasts, up my neck to nibble along the edge of my jaw, and finally to claim my mouth.

I wrap my legs around his back, knotting them at the ankles so I can pull him onto me, and we both groan when his cock brushes against my slit.

I want him to fill this endless, aching need inside me, but he doesn’t. He takes his time kissing and nipping along my body, exploring every part of me until I’m a writhing mess.

Finally, his fingers trail through my folds, and I let my head fall back. “Is all this wetness for me?”

I want to tell him everything I have is for him, but I let out a strangled, “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He climbs off the bed, and I come up on my elbows to watch him snag his jeans and pull out a condom.

I’m mesmerised as he rolls it down his shaft. How does he make even that look hot?

When it’s in place, he puts a knee onto the mattress next to me and leans down to kiss me. “This might hurt, but I promise it will only be for second.”

I peer up at him, trust blazing through me as I stroke my fingers over his cheek. “It’s okay. Just do it.”

He guides his cock between my legs, rubbing through my wetness and making me moan low in my throat. At this rate, he’s going to kill me before he enters me.

I widen my thighs, ready to take him as he slowly presses inside my body.

I must tense, even though I try to relax, because Mace runs his hand over my stomach. “Relax, darlin’. I got you.”

Blowing out a breath, I unclench my muscles and wait as he slips inside me. It feels weird at first, and as he presses deeper, a tight pinch makes me groan. My eyes squeeze shut as that pinch becomes a burn.

Fuck.

My legs want to close, but I force them to remain open as he pushes his cock deeper into my body. My neck tips back against the mattress, a strangled cry escaping my mouth as I fist my fingers into the sheets beneath me.

Pain spreads through my body as if he is spearing me to the mattress. I can’t move. I can’t do anything other than focus on breathing through the eye-watering pain building between my legs.

He kisses me as he pauses with his girth still inside me, my body stretching around him. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he tells me.

He feels big inside me, an unforgettable presence, and I close my eyes, trying to calm my adrenaline as he slowly draws back before pushing back inside me. That pinching pain intensifies with each thrust, and I cling to him, my nails no doubt leaving marks in his skin.

I let out a trembling breath, focusing on anything but the burning pain.

Then, it starts to fold into something different. There is still a bite of discomfort, but it doesn’t feel as sharp as it was.

“Look at me, Maylie,” he says, and I lift my eyes to his.

For so long, I dreamt about my first time, wondered who it would be with and how old I would be at the time. I was pretty sure I was going to die a virgin, and now, I have the most handsome man staring down at me like I am precious to him.

Intense happiness swells inside my chest as he sets a deliciously slow rhythm, changing the pain into pleasure. Heat licks across my sweat-soaked skin as my breath starts to quicken.

Each stroke seems to force him deeper into my body, leaving this delicious fullness inside me. My lips part as I try to suck air into my starved lungs, and my orgasm starts to build. He rolls his hips in a motion that seems to heighten every sensation, and I close my eyes, just concentrating on what he’s doing to my body.

This is everything I imagined my first time would be.

He keeps up his delicious torment of my pussy until my climax hits. I pull the pillow over my head to stifle my cries as my back arches off the mattress, pushing him even deeper inside me. His hips stutter, and he throws his head back, his throat cording as he lets out his release.

For a moment, neither of us move, and then he collapses onto his hands, his chest heaving and his head low as he tries to catch his breath. When he lifts his gaze, I’m surprised at the softness in them.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I swallow hard, trying to get some moisture back into my mouth. “Yeah, I’m perfect.”

He pulls out of my body, and I let out a whimper as the fullness I’d felt is suddenly empty.

As he steps back from the bed, I see the tinge of red covering the condom, and when I reach between my legs to run my fingers through my wetness, that’s tinged red too.

Proof that I’m not longer a virgin, and that I’ve given Mace that part of me.

He steps back, rolling the condom off his shaft and tying it at the end. Then he grabs my robe off the back of the door and pulls it on. I snicker, finding it hilarious how short it comes on his arms and how it barely wraps around his broad body. It’s also bright orange.

He raises a brow at me. “You look stunning,” I joke.

“I don’t want to run into your brother or sister naked.”

“Oh, good point. Where are you going?”

“I’ll be back in a second.”

He disappears through the door, and I sink back against the mattress, my body wrung out and exhausted. I can’t believe I just lost my virginity to Mace. My instinct is to tell Bella, to confide in my friend my happiness, and my stomach sinks when I realise that’s not an option.

The door reopens a moment later and Mace steps inside, closing it behind him. When he stalks towards the bed, he’s holding a wet cloth which he uses to wipe between my legs. Even though he’s just been inside my body and I rode his face, this somehow feels more intimate.

“I hate that I hurt you,” he murmurs.

“Trust me, the pain is the last thing I’m thinking about.” I stretch my arms over my head, feeling sated and happy. “Everything about that was a perfect first time.”

“First time, but not last time.”

He tosses the wet cloth onto the bedside cabinet before leaning over to kiss me. I get lost in him, wrapping my arms round his neck to pull him down on top of me.

When he’s had his fill, he climbs off the bed and pulls on a clean pair of boxer shorts from his bag while handing me one of his T-shirts. I slip it on over my head and climb under the covers while he gets in beside me, tugging me against his chest, his arm wrapping around me.

Safe in his hold, I sleep without waking.